My job as a Sissy

I followed Miss Hale into her office, I had not had cause to visit before and it was as I would have expected, a small room with two desks a row of grey filling cabinets on one wall a large window that gave a view of the company car park and another door in one corner. Can you just stand their love, she said, pointing to roughly the middle of the room. She looked me up and down a couple of times , then spinning on her heels headed for the door in the corner, I could hear moving things around , then about a minute later she reappeared with a bundle of clothes in her arms. I was then that feeling of disconnected un reality seemed to was hot and un Biden form the pit of my stomach, comply? Her? And now a bundle of what was clearly women’s clothing topped with a pair of very high heeled shoes. Oh done look so worried dear, she said, your got the frame to carry it off, Now can we have you naked, please.Her matter of fact tone was completely at odds with want was happening. Err no, I am not like that , I croaked. Well you want to keep your job don’t you? She said. That’s a lot of money you’ve cost the company, and you need to put it right, don’t you? She continued. I was completely frozen I just stared from the clothes and up to face and back again, I did really need the job. Look, she said ,why don’t we try the clothes on and then see how you feel? I still could not compute what was happening, So in the absence of response Miss Hale placed the pile on her desk, walked over to me and started to pull my t-shirt over my head. As she continued to disrobe me my mind started to bang back in life, ok I thought I read stories like this , forced feminisation, ok, put on a dress wank the boss off, keep my job no else need know. More to follow ??