When Sally got the Promotion over me I was angry and cross.
I felt like I deserved it more than she did.
I shouldn't have said what I have said.
I should have been happy but instead, I said she only got the promotion because she had a great pair of tits and she only got to promotion because you fucked the boss.
She looked at me with angry eyes and said were very Fury and Fire only a woman could master I wish that you could spend time as a woman in a male-dominated world where you were paid less than a man and were seen as less confident than a man as you did not have a dick between your legs and you was only good for one thing and that was fucking.
I went home that night with her words in my head and I felt bad and I felt like I needed to apologize to her.
Before I could do so the room started to spin and I passed out.
I woke the next morning confused hungover and in shock.
The bright orange retro phone that was now by the side of my bed rang and I picked it up.
A woman's voice said good morning before saying welcome to womanhood and welcome to the 1950s.
I screamed down the phone where am I what have you done to me?
The woman just laughed and told me when I had learned my lesson and learned the struggles of a woman I could go home back to my own body and time.
If you told me over the next hour or so I would start to have new memories.
Memories of growing up as a girl.
Memories of coming out with my first boy.
Memories of my current life job and family.
She told me I would be all ready for tomorrow when I head off to work.
After a day of a lot of reproaching and crying and trying to understand what had happened to me and why I remembered all these things about being a girl I was ready for my first day back at work the next day.
The next morning I woke and went through a morning routine on sort of autopilot.
I did my hair and makeup.
I got dressed in what I thought was appropriate for the office.
Some of the items women had to wear were confusing and complicated but luckily for me, my body knew what it was doing.
I picked up my handbag and headed off to work.
I worked as a secretary in a large company.
Having to put up with every sexist pig in the office trying to put their hands up my skirt and look down at my top was a complete a little for nightmare but it was not as bad as what my boss expected of me.
I was angry that Sally got the promotion, that should have been mine, I shouldn't said it, or spoke my mind. That She got it. because Sally, was a girl ,a female. she just shake her breasts in front of the boss. exposed, her knickers (panties) , when she raised her skirts up high, and those Bj's she gave didn't hurt , her chances either. When it over I still was mad as ever. Then Sally got to me, she was angry to lightly, you think ,that because I'm pretty, and dress nicely , you think I'm not smart or can't do the job. I said yes, I said. Then her eyes turned eyes and she spoke some archaic language. When it was over her eyes returned back to normal color. You think that women are nothing but assistant or secretary , that they should be do the job , but get paid less that he does. He Ethan said , yes. So you think because you a man, your better than a girl said ,yes. So how would , to be in that world. What a pleasant thought. I thought, But then when I left to go home , I thought I should say I'm sorry for Sally, maybe I can repair what I did I did. When I got home the room started to spin around. When I woke next morning , I heard a ringing of retro phone that was ringing. Then I woke up. I picked it up. Good morning my dear, welcome to your womanhood, and welcome to the 1950's.. When my vision cleared I saw myself, I saw and image of young woman, then I realized my voice was my voice it was feminine as a girl. Then I shout in the phone. What have you done to be, I said. The feminine voiced laughed, it a lesion , my dear, you are to learn whaT IT LIKE TO BE A WOMAN IN THE
ReplyDelete1950's, you live and life was a girl in that time, Oh don't worry you you'll ghet new memories of your life as a girl, Then and hour later, I could Rememory things , wasn't mine, but it was mine, the time I grew as a little girl, the ballet class, the time I could my first pair of nylons, my first period, the first time I kiss a boy, the first time I went to the prom I could remember my prom dress , When I woke up the next day., I sort when on automatic , I could put on my lingerie, my nylons. apply my makeup. I put on blouse and skirt, I pick out a pair of heels. Then i WHEN to work I WAS A secretary it was a large and I was private secretary to on the boss's . Sat down at my desk I didn't know how, put I knew, I also knew. my boss as he entered his office, then he wanted me to take dictation for him, to file some reports, He kept called me, dearie or honey, I just smile, he was looking at my nylon covered legs, my heels , and the tops of my beasts., How long will this last day or two, maybe a week then I can returned back to the present time. But i not sure. the week felt like a couple of months.. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm still a guy. I'm a girl but feel that , my feminine is starting to almost enjoying it. What I'm saying I don't to get used being a girl. The question what am I suppose to learn.
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