Erica Loves It (Part 1) - Sex Stories

Erica Loves It (Part 1)

... shaved legs as I make a full transition. Now standing in my bedroom in panties, bra and stockings, I looked through the closet and chose a blue and gray plaid skirt and pulled it on. The fact that it went down barely to the middle of my thigh excited me because today I wanted to be noticed and appreciated as the girl I was becoming. I chose a pale blue satin blouse and then began choosing what I'd wear for accessories, like a I a huge choice. I put on a pair of hoop earrings, a necklace with a small heart on a thin chain, a ring, a bracelet and an ankle chain. If Bob was going to let me go to work dressed like a girl, and maybe for more than just a day, I wanted to make a good effort to show him I could be a pretty girl with nice tastes. From beside my bed I picked out a pair of white sandals with four in heels and buckling straps. Was I nervous? You better believe it. Anxious? Of course. After all, this was my first time to dress in front of someone I knew, and my boss at that. It helped that I'd sucked his dick the night before but if I couldn't pull off the sweet girl fresh out of school I'd be dead in the water. Finally it was time to leave for work so I made sure my purse was loaded everything I might need and left my apartment. I saw people from other apartments leaving for work but they didn't pay any attention to me other than an appreciative glance. Well, one guy gave me the once over and I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes. Definitely a weird sensation ...

... but one that I found enjoyable. I arrived at work a few minutes early and waited for Bob outside the door. He arrived in a hurry, eager to begin editing the video we'd shot last night, and unlocked the door. “Come in, come in,” he said and held the door for me. “What can we do for you today?” It was obvious that he didn't recognize me and that was something in my favor. “Good morning, Bob,” I said as I stepped inside. “Eric? Eric is that you?” “Erica. My name is Erica.” Smiling, he said, “Yes it certainly is. You look great! I have to be honest with you, I never expected you to look so, so, so damn fine.” “Thanks,” I replied. “I'm going to start working on the video so you take care of everything else.” “Sure, no problem,” I answered and began straightening the front office and then filing and answering the phone. I liked doing this kind of work, especially since I was now dressed as an office girl. I took care of the office as if I owned it, not disturbing Bob. Even when a woman came in with her baby, I took care of that as well, setting up the lights and the background and even got to take the pictures since the child was in a good mood and laughing and smiling. Others came and went, most making appointments or checking prices. When lunch time came I went out to pick up a phone in order and brought it back for me and Bob. “Everything seems to be going smoothly,” he said, munching on a french fry. “So far so good. And none of the customers have said anything at all about me. ...