Frank’s Firing Fear Forces Feminization Freeing Francine

FEMINIZATION | EROTICA | CROSS DRESSED | TUCKED

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“I don’t think I fully understand?”

“What’s to understand, Frank? Have you been slapping other employee’s asses while at work?”

“Only the girls, and only the ones with the nice asses that want to be spanked.”

“What about the whistling and cat calls, Frank?”

“You’re acting like these are bad things. They know those are compliments about how nice their bodies are.”

“Did you kiss Sandy?”

“She moved in on me first. I just returned what she was asking for.”

“FRANK! MY GOD! It was too loud for you to hear her, so she just moved closer to you.”

“Yeah, sure she did. She licked her lips first.”

“Because it’s dry in the factory!”

“That’s what the bubblers are for.”

“SHUT UP, FRANK! You’re right. You don’t understand any of this in the least, which is why your LCA, last chance agreement is invoking the Walk-A-Mile clause.”

“Now I for sure don’t understand? LCA? Walk a what clause?”

“Understand this or not, Frank, you only have two choices. One, you’re fired as of this minute. Two, you learn exactly what it’s like, to walk a mile in the shoes of the women who work here.”

“So, high heels, walk a mile, keep my job. I pick that one.”

“It’s much more than that, Frank. Walk-A-Mile is just the name of the clause. You would need to agree to head to toe feminization, if you ever want to work here, or any of our other divisions, ever again.”

“Femina? Wha?”

“Feminization, Frank. Body shaved everywhere except the top of your head. Your penis will be tucked as extreme as possible. You’ll be corseted and dressed in proper female attire, in addition to makeup. Oh, and there will be very tall heels.”

“I FUCKING QUIT!”

“YOU’LL FUCKING LOSE YOUR PENSION!”

“God Damn You, Mandy! This isn’t right.”

“Nor is anything you’ve been doing to the women. Honestly, Frank, if I handed your files over to our Company Lawyer, you’ll be doing time.”

“FINE! I’LL DO IT! I’ll do that… female thing.”

“Feminization, Frank. For God’s sake, at least learn the word. Here’s your prep list. See you first thing, Monday.”

“Ok! I did the list. Let’s get this over with.”

“Show me your arms.”

“What?”

“Oh God, Frank! That was the easiest of things I’ll be asking you to do. Maybe this was a bad idea. You can’t be taught.”

“Ok! Ok! Sorry! Here are my arms.”

“There’s still hair on your knuckles. That just won’t do. I mean, you’re thinner, and do have a bit of a feminine build about you, so I can work with that. But, we need you to tidy up these little details.”

“I’m really not liking the way you’re talking about me like an object.”

“Whatcha gonna do, Frank? Go complain to HR? Now quit your whining, and show me your asshole.”

“My what?”

“Oh, forgot, since you’re one big asshole, I need to be more specific. The asshole you crap out of. I need to see if you shaved or bleached it.”

“I bleached it and it fucking burned!”

“Did it make you cry, Frank?”

“Ye… fuck off! None of your business!”

“Poor baby cried because his asshole bleaching hurt… boohoo.”

“Hey! I never agreed to this constant verbal abuse as a part of this! Just the dressing up thing, so I can keep my job!”

“Frank. Listen to me very carefully. The Walk-A-Mile clause is ninety-seven pages long. It has way more to it than just dressing up. This is a full feminization in every aspect. When the day is done, you’ll look like, dress like, feel like, and be treated like a woman. If you’re too big of a pussy to do this, just walk away now, Frank.”

“FINE! Let’s go!”

“So, you read the whole clause?”

“Yup! Read it all. I said, let’s go.”

“Even the minus 15% part?”

“Wait, what minus, what part?”

“While feminized, you’ll be making 15% less.”

“FUCK THAT! THAT’S BULLSHIT!”

“Welcome to our world, Frank. Now get dressed. Be sure to start with the extra small gaff panties. I hope you like pink.”

“How’s it going in there, Frank?”

“I can’t get these panties on! They’re way too small and my cock keeps sticking out the top.”

“That’s because you’re not tucking. Your cock needs to be tucked down and between your thighs.”

“That’s not possible! It doesn’t bend that way. It’s too erect.”

“So, you’re liking this, dressing up like a woman thing?”

“Fuck Off! No! I saw how tight your skirt is, and it hasn’t gone down since.”

“Well, than just rub one out, Frank.”

“What?”

“Rub one out. Stroke the sausage. Release your seed. Beat off, asshole!”

“I can’t do that at work.”

“You can, when HR tells you to.”

“But…”

Swinging open the dressing room door, swaying her ass in her extra tight skirt, “Look at how tight it is, Frank. Does this make you horny?”

Frank says, “Fuck it!” And furiously beats off until his cum splatters the wall. Shortly after, his cock finally softens, as he tries to find a place to nap.

“No you don’t, Frank! Wipe it off, tuck it back, and pull on those gaff panties, extra snug in the crotch. We still have a lot of work to do.”

Being a little more tired, Frank finally stopped fighting, at least for a bit.

“Here, I need you to rub this lubricant all over your upper torso, shoulders and forearms.”

“I bet you do. You like your guys all lubed up, right?”

“Fuck off, Frank. Just do it.”

The creepiest part is the constant eye contact from Frank, as he slowly lubes himself up, just as told. Adding a double nipple pinch and a wink at the end.

“Knock it off, Frank, or I’ll kick what’s left of your cock up your ass.”

“Promise?”

Visibly winding up her leg, puts Frank back in line.

“Hold your arms out.”

As he does, she slides on a latex, upper torso covering, in a very nice skin tone, with some larger sized breasts. The nipples are firm and erect. The seam along his neck is almost invisible, while the easier to see seams run down his back. All of them are held in place with costume glue.

Unable to control himself, he caresses his new breasts, and checks out their weight and the firmness of his new nipples. He can’t help but feel some excitement down below. The extra snugness of his gaff panties, along with their lack of expansion, holds his cock firmly in place.

“Um? Excuse me? Can I take these panties off for a bit?”

“No.”

“But my…”

“I don’t give a fuck about your, but my. Turn around.”

She moves the mini corset around his stomach and waist, before hooking it closed and tightening the strings as far as possible. Ending with a knee against his ass, for one final breath steeling pull and tie. Frank gasps at the pressure.

“Put on your blouse and skirt now. Be sure to keep the skirt zipped up, and your blouse buttoned down.”

The longer he spends with his cock being useless, the extra tight corset, and his heavy pair of perfect breasts, the more he can’t help but squirm.

“Really, this is too much. I’m getting light headed.”

“Why don’t you sit down, so I can do your makeup and wig. Pout for me Frank.”

“Do what?”

“Purse your lips like a fuck doll asshole.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a mean bitch?”

“No, but I’m sure by the end of the day, someone will call you one. Now, stop gabbing, Frank, or your lipstick will end up everyplace but your lips.”

“I don’t like how it feels.”

“Fuck! Have you always been such a baby, Frank?”

“It’s, just normally… the only lipstick I have on is in a circle around my shaft.”

“Good one, Francine. I’ll need to give that suggestion to the guys in maintenance before they get to meet you.”

“You’re gonna do what? And what the fuck did you just call me?”

“Francine. It’s your feminization name.”

“What if I don’t want to be called Francine? What if I want to be Cheryl?”

“You can’t be Cheryl, because that names already taken.”

“Wait? What? What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is, that Cheryl, the blonde in accounting. The one you’ve been spanking and hitting on for the last three months. Well, his real name is Robert.”

“No! Fuck No! Robert got transferred to our Europe division… three months ago. God dammit!”

“Did you want to try doing your own eye shadow and blush, Francine?”

“You can do it. I’m not in the mood for any of this shit.”

“There! All done, Francine. Ready to meet your co-workers? Wait! Almost forgot your heels. Slide your feet in, Francine.”

“These really fucking hurt!”

“And you haven’t even taken a single step yet. What a pussy!”

“Fuck you! I can handle anything a woman can, and much, much more.”

“Ok. Stand up.”

“I can stand up, if I want. I just don’t want to right now.”

“Well, the 10:00 meeting starts soon, and that’s where I normally like to introduce new employees.”

“But, I thought I’d just have to work like this in an office somewhere, out of the way, and alone.”

“Walk-A-Mile, Frank. It’s called, Walk-A-Mile.”

Mandy holds open the door to the main conference room and announces, “Excuse me, but I’d like everyone to take a moment to give a warm welcome to Francine, our newest employee.”

Jeff, sitting at the far end of the long table, mumbles, “I’ll give her a warm welcome.” Grabbing and wiggling his crotch, “If you know what I mean?”

Frank, stands just outside the conference room door, holding onto the front of a desk and a nearby post, trying to keep his balance.

“Francine, come on! Everyone’s waiting to meet you.”

“My feet are fucking killing me, I can barely breathe, these big tits are making my back hurt, the wavy hair keeps blocking my view, and I got eye shadow in my eye! On top of all of that, I need to piss like crazy!”

“Welcome to Walk-A-Mile, Frank, I mean, Francine. Now get your firm little ass in here, so Jeff can smack it!”

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