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As Girly As It Gets - The Dress Code - Part 11
🕑 Added 2023-01-23 13:35:06 +0000 UTCWednesday Terry and Moira enjoyed their special smoothies and went for a walk. They invited Doreen along and after they dropped off Terry and Moira’s dry cleaning, they headed to a few stores to check out earrings and other jewelry.
The ladies pointed out that everyone needed a combination of silver, gold, pearl, and other colored stones to go with their outfits. Terry found a simple pair of pearl earrings he liked along with a pair of small gold loops.
The ladies pushed a simple pair with rubies and another with sapphires. The gemstone earrings came with a matching necklace that Terry insisted he had no need for. But the ladies insisted he gets them anyway. Upon returning to the office, Terry was the proud owner of 6 new pairs of earrings and two matching necklaces.
Moira and Doreen insisted that he could wear the necklaces under his shirt and no one would know. But professionals, they said, always tried to coordinate their jewelry. They suggested he pick his earrings to match his necktie or the suit he was wearing. Wednesday evening, Terry found himself eating another small meal. He wasn’t that hungry and he still seemed to be tired from his workout and a
day at work. Before bed, he laid out his new jewelry box and unwrapped all his new jewelry so it would be available if or when he decided to wear it. Thursday morning, Terry found himself with a problem. The only camisoles he had were the ones with spaghetti straps instead of the ones that looked like tank tops with wider straps. Terry committed to himself to do the wash later that day. He was also on his last broadcloth blouse.
He didn’t think anyone could see his camisole through the shirt he had on. Terry and Moira worked out with Amber and when their workout was done, Terry felt like maybe he should just go home and go to bed. Moira would hear none of it. The drink from the bar at All of U perked him up a little and they were off to work. Terry had begun using a moisturizer for his skin after his shower at the insistence of Moira and Amber.
The moisturizer along with the soap and shampoo supplied by All of U had a bit of a flowery scent. Terry had noticed over the last couple of days that there was a lingering fresh floral scent that he encountered throughout the day. Terry just assumed he was making coffee for Moira and Doreen and went to their desks to get the filing and copies. Doreen had some filing that she added to Terry’s pile along with a few more copies than the day before.
Doreen hoped he might still be in there when Susan got to work. Susan always liked getting her copying out of the way in the morning. She remembered her conversation with Doreen and headed for the copying room ten minutes after nine in the morning. There she found Terry reading directions on a folder, making copies, and stapling different things together. Susan paused and then decided, what the hell? “Good morning Terry.” Terry responded with a warm “Good Morning.” Susan said, “Terry, since you are on the machine already, I’m supposed to ask you to do my copies so I don’t sit around wasting time waiting for you, right?” Terry looked up. “I guess that is right. What do you need done?”
Susan quickly outlined her copying needs and left the pile with Terry. Terry wasn’t done with his copying until well after 9:30 in the morning. He delivered copies to Susan, Doreen, and Moira. Susan decided she liked Terry’s rule and decided to watch for when he was in the copying room in the future. When Terry got back with the copies, Moira mentioned that her cup was empty and asked him if he could refill her coffee cup. Terry thought it was a silly request, except he grabbed her cup. Without thinking, Terry also retrieved Doreen’s cup and filled them both up.
Doreen looked over at Moira. Moira smiled and they both got back to their work. When Terry finally made it into his own office and sat down, he checked his face and his lipstick. As he went to take a drink of his coffee, he found it was cold. Well, it was room temperature. He got back up from his desk, went to the kitchenette, spilled his coffee in the sink, and poured himself a new hot cup. Making his way back to his office, Moira looked up. “Terry, is there something wrong?” Moira asked. Terry shrugged his shoulders, “My coffee got cold.” Moira shrugged, “It happens to me all the time.
You have to plan when to pour your coffee and when you can sit down.” Terry looked at her, “Moira, it got cold because of all the filing and copying I did for you and other people.” Moira had a frustrated look on her face, “Terry that is why mine gets cold all the time too. I’m trying to tell you I understand and that the same thing happens to me. I get coffee for you and me. You ask me to do something and mine gets cold before I get back to it.
Maybe tomorrow you should get my coffee and then get yours after you are done copying and filing. Then it will be hot.” Terry could not believe she was trying to tell him he should plan to get his coffee after doing her work. Sure, it made sense. But, he wasn’t going to do that every day was he? Terry turned into his office and shut the door. He sat at his desk brooding.
As he sat there, he was fully aware of the light tickle of the delicate camisole straps on his shoulders. As he took a breath, the bra sat still. But his blouse slipped along the inside of the camisole and the camisole straps got loose and moved around the bra strap on his shoulders. It was an unusual feeling for him and now that he was aware of it, he was having trouble focusing on anything else. As Terry sat there and moved his arms or swiveled in the chair.
He could feel the clasp of the bra in the center of his back. He felt the camisole sliding along the cups of the bra and his sides below the bra. He felt the top of the cups as they came out from under his arms over the top of his breasts up to the strap. There was a slight pull on the top of his breast. The bra pulled the sides of his breast in from the side. All these feelings were something women had experienced for years. Terry had only experienced them for a few weeks. It was new and distracting. Terry found himself daydreaming about how his life had changed.
He loved the feel of his new suits. They were so much softer and more comfortable. And yet the suits were still professional. Moira had been a lifesaver. But these feelings distracted him. Several times a day he found himself sitting there just being aware of the new feelings associated with his clothes. Moira entered at lunch to find Terry in an almost dreamlike trance. It took her a couple of times to say his name to get his attention.
She brought in his smoothie and insisted they get some fresh air and take a walk. As they walked, Moira asked him what he had gotten done this morning. Terry couldn’t remember. She thought to herself, the only thing he got done was the filing and copying he was given first thing this morning. Moira had scheduled her meetings and was actually working on the next two proposals. Thursday evening, Terry again vegetated in front of the TV. Friday morning was when Terry remembered he had planned to do the wash. Terry stood in front of his closet, he was putting together his outfit for the day. He was already wearing his workout outfit and had his headband on.
He planned to wear his charcoal suit which Moira had bought for him. He had his bra and another camisole with spaghetti straps. However, he had no more broadcloth blouses. The only blouses he had were the ones made of a satiny material. Reluctantly, Terry grabbed the silken blouse. Terry thought he would feel totally exposed. He was sure everyone would immediately see that it was a blouse, but he had nothing else to wear. The stylish finishing him off after exercise loved his new blouse and she asked why he insisted on wearing one of the mannish neckties with it.
Terry ignored her and thanked her for her input. Terry was so caught up in his worries about his blouse that he failed to notice that the stylist did not replace his hair tie. His hair was hanging loose and held in place with hair spray. Moira immediately complimented him on his suit and blouse. Terry expressed his concerns which Moira simply ignored. Terry brewed the coffee and only brought two cups out for Doreen and Moira. He left his cup in the kitchenette. He collected the filing and copies each woman needed to be done and headed for the filing room.
Terry was in making copies when Susan arrived. She grabbed her copies and rushed to talk to Terry. She started to walk into the copying room when she noticed the silken blouse and big curls on the woman at the copier. She was so disappointed, she headed back to her desk. She nodded to Doreen and frowned. Doreen asked what was wrong. Susan explained that she had some more copying and wanted to try to get Terry to do it.
But, unluckily, it looked like some other woman beat him to it. Doreen was stunned. She was sure Terry should be in the copying room. Doreen headed in that direction. When she looked in, she saw the same silken blouse and curly hair. She too was taken aback until the woman turned ever so slightly and Doreen realized it actually was Terry. She and Susan had both mistaken him for a woman.
Doreen moved back to her desk and waited for her copies. She thought she was trying to be more observant. And yet, she had totally missed the silken blouse Terry was wearing. What was he doing? Terry came by to drop off the copies. Doreen looked at him and thanked him while analyzing the blouse he was wearing. It was beautiful. It was the tie that had distracted her. She had seen the tie and ignored the blouse underneath.
When she went to the copying room, she only saw his back. Doreen realized the shirt Terry was wearing was beautiful. But, it certainly seemed more like something a woman would wear than a man; even a metrosexual man. Maybe Terry wasn’t metrosexual. Maybe he was wearing a woman’s shirt. Why would he? Doreen felt like she needed to know what was happening. She needed to meet with Moira again. On the morning break, Doreen dragged Moira aside. “We need to talk.” Doreen and Moira walked down the block to a high-end coffee shop.
Once they had their drinks, they moved to a bench. Doreen looked Moira in the eyes. She had a very serious look on her face. “Moira, our boss seems to be wearing a women’s blouse to work today. Is he so clueless that he doesn’t think the women in our department know what a woman’s blouse looks like? Susan saw him making copies and asked who the new girl was.” Moira sipped her coffee and looked conspiratorially at Doreen. She said nothing.
Doreen wanted information, “Moira I understand that you say he is wearing women’s pants because of his body shape. But that doesn’t explain the silky blouse.” Moira continued to quietly sip her coffee. Doreen was getting agitated. “Moira, are you going to tell me anything? This is going to blow up and we are all going to get in trouble.” Moira seemed surprised, “Why would you or I get in trouble? Have you done something wrong?”
Doreen was taken aback. “No, I haven’t done something wrong. But Terry clearly is.” Moira seemed interested, “Two things, first, I don’t think that if Terry was doing something wrong that would get us in trouble. However, what is it exactly that Terry is doing wrong?” Doreen thought that was the stupidest question she had ever heard. “Moira, he is wearing women’s clothes in the office.” Moira asked, “I wear women’s clothes in the office.
You wear women’s clothes in the office. Since when is it against the rules to wear women’s clothes in the office?” Doreen said, “But we are women. Terry is a man. He can’t wear women’s clothes to the office.” Moira asked, “Why not?” “What do you mean why not?” Doreen asked. Moira spoke slowly so Doreen would understand that there was some reason she asked this question. “Doreen, who says Terry can’t wear women’s clothes to the office?
I am not admitting they are women’s clothes. They are Terry’s clothes. They are just clothes. In fact, many of you don’t know it, but Terry was a key person in rewriting the dress code last year. I would expect Terry to know exactly what he can and cannot wear. In fact, I can tell you that I am 100% confident that Terry’s clothing is totally dress code appropriate.” Doreen was staring open-mouthed at Moira. “You think that Terry is abiding by the dress code?” Moira smiled, “I know he is. I helped to make sure.” Doreen was shaking her head. “You think that Terry can wear a women’s suit and a professional blouse and no one will notice?” Moira replied, “I never said no one would notice. I said he is in compliance with the dress code.”
Doreen slumped on the bench. “Moira, there is something going on here I do not understand. Are you going to keep playing twenty questions or are you going to try to explain this to me?” Moira paused. She looked like she was deciding something. Decision made, Moira sat up. “Doreen,” Moira started, “about a year ago, right after the new dress code came out, you and I along with several of the girls from the office went out to lunch.
We discussed how the new dress code was designed to make the women wear certain clothing and basically gave the men a free pass to buy a suit and shirt. Do you remember that?” Doreen thought about it, “Yeah I do remember. And then we all broke up when someone said what happens if one of the guys suddenly grows breasts.” Doreen started laughing and Moira was laughing with her. But Moira’s laughing seemed controlled and she got it under control pretty quickly. Doreen was gathering herself back together and looked up at Moira.
Moira had that devious smile on her face. Doreen was trying to understand. Moira continued, “I was pretty pissed off that in this day and age, a bunch of men would get together and try to devise a bunch of rules specifically for women when they are not allowed to, according to the law. I let it stew for a week or so. All it did was make me madder. And then I found out that Terry, my boss, was the one that came up with the great plan to tie everything about the dress code to breasts.” Doreen realized this was getting serious. Moira was trying to tell her something. Moira paused and then continued, “So finally, I decided that someone needed to be taught a lesson. And I decided that the only person I could help learn this lesson was Terry. So, for some unknown reason, Terry Moran has been growing breasts along with his broadening hips.
In fact, he recently went to a company physical where they determined that he meets the requirements to wear a bra. And as we all discussed, the bra is a trigger for many other things. Terry had to go to the executive training session at All of U that all the secretaries and assistants have to go to, because he met the requirements of needing a bra. They spelled out the dress code requirements and I was there. I have been helping Terry through this rough time. So, I can say with total confidence, Terry the guy who used to be the biggest stickler for the dress code to all of the secretarial staff is in total compliance with the dress code.” Doreen just stared at her.
Neither of them spoke for over a minute. Moira maintained a serious look as she drank her coffee and watched Doreen. Doreen was trying to figure out what to say. Doreen tried to gather her thoughts. She had a lot of questions. But one seemed to burst to the top. “Quietly she asked, “Did you say Terry Moran has breasts?” Moira said nothing she just nodded. Doreen followed up, “Did you say the company determined that Terry needs to wear a bra?” Moira nodded again. Doreen still did not understand, “Who determined this?” Moira said, “I don’t want to break any confidence. Terry wasn’t feeling well and I scheduled him to see the company nurse who was here to do annual physicals. After examining him, she apparently measured his chest and entered it into some system. The system told her to tell him he would now need to wear a bra.
Then it seemed like a lot of automated systems started adding him to their lists and he got sent to All of U for the employee seminar which includes dress code requirements.” Doreen was shocked. “Isn’t it just some temporary fat distribution problem? It’s not like he has real breasts is it?” Moira shook her head, “Real breasts. 38 band with a B cup. Bigger than some of the girls in the office. He’s a pretty full B and he may have to step up to a C cup soon.” “How would he get breasts? Has he seen a specialist?” Doreen was searching for an explanation.
Moira answered, “I don’t think he has seen a specialist. I think he is hoping it will all go away.” Doreen asked, “Doesn’t he think that having to buy all his clothes in the women’s department is a little odd?” Moira explained, “He doesn’t seem to know. You see, I noticed his pants were wearing out because of his expanding hips and buttocks. So I replaced them with pants that matched his suit coats. But the pants were from a women’s store. He doesn’t know that. He never asked. When some of his pants to his pinstripe suits wore out, I bought him full suits from the same store. He loves the comfortable material and he doesn’t seem to care where they came from since they fit and are comfortable.
I bought him the blouses because All of U told him he had to wear blouses to look professional. So we went for mostly man-styled blouses. He fell behind on his wash and so he had to wear one of his silkier blouses.” Doreen paused, “Wait. Terry has a bra on at work right now?” Moira nodded. “How long has he been wearing a bra to work?” Doreen asked. Moira thought and said, “About three weeks.” “How did he get a bra?” Doreen asked. Moira answered as if the answer was obvious, “I took him bra shopping, of course.” “You TOOK Terry BRA shopping? You’re kidding, right?” Doreen had emphasized the word ‘Took’. Moira stared right back at her. “He asked me to help him. After work, I took him to Sweet Nothings. I like the place and I figured he needed some personal attention. He liked the Wacoal line and we entered him in the bra club at checkout.
NO, I AM NOT KIDDING.” Doreen was again stunned and sat open-mouthed staring at Moira. Moira looked at her watch and then up at Doreen, “We need to get back to the office. You will not say anything about this to ANYONE. Do you understand?”
Doreen just nodded. Moira continued as she stood up, “If you have more questions, you can call me later or we can get a drink after work.” Doreen nodded and asked, “Should we just plan to leave work together? I know I’ll have more questions.” Moira said, “We can’t. I won’t be at work at the end of the day.” Doreen asked, “Why not?” Moira looked her in the eye and said, “Terry and I have our weekly salon appointments at the end of the day on Friday.” Moira’s face turned into a smirk and Doreen’s eyes grew ever larger at the realization this was not some fantasy.
Doreen mumbled, “You and Terry are going to the salon this afternoon? Together? You’ll both be getting your hair and nails done, I guess?” Moira nodded and turned to return to work. Doreen followed. As they approached the building, Moira added, “I’ll see what kind of mood Terry is in and maybe we can go somewhere for happy hour or dinner. Talk to you later.” Moira pulled out the door and entered the office. Doreen stumbled into the ladies' room in a haze. She found herself sitting in a stall looking at the door. Eventually, she pulled herself together and after splashing some water on her face, she returned to her desk.
Mid-afternoon, Doreen noticed Terry and Moira making their way toward the exit. With her newfound information, Doreen was all too aware of the things she had been overlooking. Terry was wearing a women’s pant suit which highlighted his waist and gave way for a larger behind and his breasts. While she could not see his bra, the knowledge he was wearing one made her look at the outfit differently. Terry’s suit coat was slightly shorter than a typical man’s coat and sat more above his bottom which was shaped much more womanly than she had noticed before.
She also realized that the small case everyone had assumed was some new type of briefcase was actually a purse designed to hold his tablet. It occurred to her that Terry was the only executive using a tablet. The people using tablets were Terry and all of the women's assistants. How could she have overlooked these simple things?
She also realized that the reason Terry’s hair had looked so much better in the last few weeks was that he was going to a salon weekly and having it done professionally. And his shoes were not metrosexual, they were women’s shoes. Doreen got little work done for the rest of the afternoon as she kicked herself for being so blind to things right in front of her. Of course, Terry was apparently unaware he was wearing a women’s suit. Therefore she concluded, she was not the most clueless person in the department.
That along with the obvious manipulation to get Terry to do his secretary’s work moved him way up ahead of Doreen in the clueless line. Of course, this just made Doreen wonder what other plans Moira may have for Terry. Terry and Moira arrived for their session and got right to it. Terry had more laser work and when they left, Summer had again left Terry’s hair down instead of in a hair band. Terry found the massage and epi-wash very relaxing.
In fact he was finding the entire visit to be very relaxing. He took his mind off of work and just went with the flow. They kept his tea hot and full and his body felt alive when he left. Terry found he was looking forward to the Friday afternoon pampering session.
Moira reminded Terry that he had agreed to meet with Doreen after work some Friday. Terry wasn’t so sure that was what he had said. But Moira assured him he had agreed to get together. To try and avoid the previous Friday’s adventures, Moira suggested that they get Doreen to meet them for an early dinner at a nice Italian restaurant. She assured him that would avoid last week’s issues. Terry finally gave in and Moira called and arranged to meet Doreen at a convenient restaurant. Like last week, Terry had not replaced his necktie after the salon session.
Moira told Terry to unbutton his top two buttons. She opened up her top two buttons. Terry undid the first and second buttons. They arrived at the restaurant before Doreen and requested a table for three. Since they were early, the hostess gave them their choice of several tables. They selected a booth in a corner of the restaurant with windows which would give them a nice view on a lake to the south of the restaurant. The sun would not be in their eyes at sunset, but they would enjoy the dwindling light and the view of the lake.
Doreen arrived shortly and she noticed that both Terry and Moira had removed their suit jackets. So, she did the same. She was giddy inside thinking that the three of them all had essentially the same clothing on and one of them was not a woman. Although, as she noticed Terry’s hair she realized that no one in their right mind would think he was a man. Terry always had some weird thing going on with his hair pulled into his shirt. But now it was out and the curls were falling all over the place. Terry was beautiful. His face was glowing like hers did after a visit to the salon. And as they began to talk, she realized that Terry had to be wearing some makeup.
His face was too perfect. When the waitress asked the ladies what they wanted for drinks, Terry assumed she wanted Moira and Doreen to order first. When the waitress said Ladies let me tell you about our specials, it never occurred to him to point out that he was a man. Doreen noticed that he seemed oblivious. He was just having a good time.
They talked about the weather and the seasons. Doreen and Moira had a short conversation about a sale on blouses at one of the nicer stores they liked. Doreen asked Terry whether he thought ruffles were acceptable on a blouse for office wear. He pointed out that ruffles would most likely not fall under the professional guidelines for blouses. He avoided saying women’s shirts or women’s blouses. He discussed them as blouses dictated by the dress code. Doreen spent a few more moments probing his understanding of the dress code rules about blouses. Moira eventually changed the subject and they talked about local politics.
Eventually, the topics degraded to pop stars and recent antics in the news. Dinner was wonderful and all three of them enjoyed their meals. Terry and Moira were taking their daily smoothies and his appetite had been limited lately. Doreen was surprised to see how little he actually ate. But Terry seemed satisfied and pleased with the restaurant choice. They split the check and everyone headed out. Doreen asked Moira if she could call her on Saturday about a personal issue. Moira agreed and then she drove Terry home.
