Paul's Promotion

I went into the set on a Wednesday morning only to find out that I didn't have a job anymore. I was an aspiring actor and usually made ends meet playing an extra. A few times I managed to get a part with actual lines, but I'll admit that my career wasn't going anywhere. I only got jobs to begin with because my sister Sara worked in the makeup department of a small production company. The pilot I was on went to shit and everyone was laid off. Unfortunately, Sara was also let go.

At the time I was staying in Sara's spare room in their tiny apartment. With Las Angeles being so expensive, they barely made ends meet. Because Sara lost her job they decided to rent out the room I was staying in. I could tell Sara felt awful when she broke the news to me. She knew there was no way I could afford to stay anywhere so she talked Bill, her husband, into letting me stay a week to figure something out. I informed her that I knew Paul, my true best friend, would let me stay on his couch until I found a real job. I told her not to feel sorry as it was time for me to look for another path in life anyway.

Paul and I met on the swim team about ten years ago. At the time Paul was an associate in an investment bankers firm. He was also struggling to make ends meet, but at least he could afford his cozy one-bedroom condo just outside the city. I'd say he stood five-foot-ten, but he was far from what you would call a ladies man. In fact, I'm pretty sure he only had one girlfriend since we graduated. I called up Paul and let him know what happened to me that day, then asked if I could poach his couch for a bit. As always, Paul agreed to help me out. He asked me to come over right then because he had a situation that could benefit both of us.

I arrived at Paul's and he laid out the predicament he had gotten himself into. He told me that he had been lying to all his co-workers about the relationship he had with a woman named Michelle. It started because his "friends" supposedly kept giving him shit for not ever having girlfriends. They constantly referenced the movie "The 40-Year-Old Virgin", even though he was only twenty-eight. I guess his boss, Tim, was the worst. Tim would make comments about Paul being too unattractive for a woman anyway. I could tell that Paul didn't want to tell me the details of those comments.

So Paul started with off comments about a girl he met at the gym. Before long Michelle was his steady girlfriend... his super hot girlfriend! Then he started telling simple sex stories when the guys were sharing their conquests. Simple sex turned into kinky sex and eventually, Michelle became an "exhibitionist". Paul got his buddies, including his boss Tim, believing that Michelle loved to give him handjobs while in the hot tub at their gym. He took the escapades further with details of getting head while stuck in traffic. Paul even told them all Michelle sucked him off on a crowded beach. After he explained all of this to me, Paul told me why he was in such a pickle.

Tim had suggested to Paul, "You should throw a poker party at your place this Friday. Invite Jake, Lucas, Rob, Carl and me. You've got to have at least six people for a good poker tournament. Besides, we all want to meet Michelle! I know I want to meet this girl who can't keep her hands off of you. To be quite honest, I think your girlfriend is a fucking sham and I'm calling you on it."

Paul understood this was an actual requirement, not an offhand suggestion. Tim then continued "Paul, you've currently met the requirements for promotion next quarter. With the bump in pay, you'll be pulling in a little over 100k a year. Obviously, I have the final decision, but I don't want phony in a supervisory role. I tell you what... if Michelle is real and shows up, I will approve your promotion next Monday. If you come up with any excuse whatsoever, I will deny your promotion and put you under review. Don't bother going to HR because I have every right to put a liar under review. How does Friday at 8 o'clock sound?"

This is where Paul told me how I could help out. He began, "I think there is a way that both of us can help each other out. I was actually looking up escort services when you called, but when I heard you on the other end inspiration struck me. I want you to pretend to be Michelle for my party."

I must have looked terrified because he put up his hand to stop me from screaming profanities. Paul proceeded, "I don't know any decent looking women and a random woman would know nothing about me. You have known me for my entire adult life so there would be no problems bantering back and forth with you. We both know that your body can easily pass as a girl's, and you have such a natural babyface, they won't think you're just a man in a dress. Besides, you remember what those assholes called you back in high school?"

Yes... my high school swim team used to humiliate me with how I looked in my swim briefs. By the end of the first day, I had been given a nickname. Except for Paul, I was deemed "Girly Butt". It was said so frequently within Pendik Ukraynalı Escort the first few weeks that even the coach let it slip out once or twice. I used to come home in tears until my mother said something to me I will never forget. She told me, "I wish I had an ass like that! I promise you that the only reason those fools are making fun of you is that they are attracted to your backside. So what if you look better in your swimming outfit than they do. I say take it as a compliment, knowing that they are staring at your bum with lust, not disgust!"

Not only did I still have the same figure I had in school, but my face looked like the actress Amanda Righetti. Have you ever seen the TV show "The Mentalist"? People actually believed I was her twin brother. Sure I was only an extra, but I was asked if we were related all the time. I had a girlfriend a few years ago, Lisa, that whenever we watched the show together she would point out that I looked just like Grace without makeup. I even had long red hair like she does, in fact, I still have long red hair today. Lisa absolutely loved to play with my ass when we were having sex. Now that I think about it... Lisa is now a lesbian.

I looked at Paul with no sign of anger in my face and said, "I can see you are in a dire situation, and I would do almost anything to help you, but this is going a little too far buddy. Since you're not in danger of actually getting fired, I'm gonna have to pass."

Paul replied, "I haven't finished my proposal yet. You know that you can stay here on the couch in my tiny ass condo as long as you need, but If you were to do this for me I could afford a new place in the city. I could even get a two-bedroom house and let you stay in the second room. I wouldn't charge you rent at all. In fact, with the amount of money the promotion would give me, you can have a free room with me for as long as I have the job!"

We went back and forth for over an hour and I finally told him I needed a night to think about it. I went back to Sara's and told her about Paul's proposal. She chuckled and said, "What other options do you have? Besides, if you're afraid that you can't pass as a really attractive woman, I know that I could turn you into a gorgeous lady. Shit, I could make Steve Buscemi look like a fucking hottie. Look at your body, not an ounce of fat on you. I wish I had your stomach and that goddamn ass you have. One night I honestly slapped Ben across the head when I saw him watching your tight ass wearing those fucking pajamas you have on all the time. Don't be mad, I am saying this as a compliment. As a man or woman, you have a great fucking ass."

The positives of this situation completely outweigh the negatives, so I decided I'd go through with it... What's the worst that could happen?

Chapter 2

The next morning Sara told me she had the time to help me prepare for that Friday night's entertainment. Friday arrived sooner than I had hoped... Sara drove me to Paul's place and we got his credit card for clothes and accessories. Sara told me she had all the makeup I needed. Then she remarked it would be a good idea to go to a spa and get my body feminized.

Sara chuckled, "Since Paul is paying for your transformation, I think we can afford a couple's treatment."

We arrived at a place named "Escape". Sara had been there a few times before when she was given coupons as a gift. She explained to the front desk lady that I got a part to play Julia Roberts in a drag version of "Pretty Woman". I don't know all the terminology used in my "transformation", so I'll just say that over 2 hours I was primped, plucked and pampered. I still have no idea how women go back for waxing, but I actually did enjoy the mani-pedi. Every single body hair was removed from me and my skin felt like a newborn baby. I never could grow any facial hair, so Sara wasn't afraid of a 5 o'clock shadow causing any problems later for me in the evening.

Sara asked me what type of lady "Michelle" was... to get a better idea of what outfit I needed to wear. She couldn't stop laughing after I explained about all the stories that Paul told his co-workers. With a devilish grin, Sara exclaimed, "Victoria's secret it is!" I was about to put up a fight, but she flat out gave me a look to shut the fuck up, we're doing this.

When we walked into the store she left me to browse what was called "bodycon dresses" and told me I was a size six. She hopped off to hunt for "special" undergarments. Sara came back with an adhesive silicone padded pushup bra and an assortment of extremely skimpy thongs. She saw the look on my face and explained that a thong was the only way to guarantee no panty lines would show. She looked at the black lace bodycon dress I chose and smiled at me. She grabbed a dress of her own "Just in case I needed it". Sara offered to come in and help me put everything on, especially the special bra, and I accepted.

I stripped down to my boxers and Sara started with the bra. After she had it applied correctly, Pendik Üniversiteli Escort I felt an unusual tugging on my chest. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but I was definitely aware of its presence. She motioned for me to choose what panties I wanted to wear. They were all black and lacy so I didn't see why it mattered which one I picked. I grabbed one that seemed the most "concealing".

Sara coughed, "Ummm, you gotta drop your drawers for the thong bro." I did as I was told and she handed me the skimpy piece of lacy silk. I quickly put them on and turned around for the dress. Sara looked me up and down and pointed to my crotch area, "It seems we won't have a problem there after all. I thought we were going to have to go pick a new dress." I went bright red and looked down disappointingly.

Yes... I have a very small penis. My dick wasn't even an inch long when flaccid, and I won't admit to what it looks like in cold water. I've known all my life that the real reason I never kept any of my girlfriends was that my penis was barely four inches when fully erect. I looked back at Sara and could tell she regretted her comment immediately. She stammered, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

With that awkward moment behind us, we finished the ensemble with my sexy dress. It was then time to take a gander, so I turned around and took a good look in the mirror. I was absolutely stunned! An erotic lingerie model looking back at me wearing my face. I didn't know what to say... I was speechless. Sara broke the silence, "Holy shit. You look sexier than I ever have in my entire life. You're finished, no need to try anything else on!"

Sara removed the sales tags and had me keep everything on as we left the changing room. The extremely attractive lady at the counter commented on how good I looked, "You're guaranteed to turn heads at your play looking like that."

We returned to Sara's place to finish up the final piece of becoming Michelle. After about an hour had passed Sara finished her "masterpiece" She explained with simple details during the process in case I needed to "touch up" with her not around. Again it was time to look at me in the mirror. I was gorgeous! I could tell it was me staring back, but just barely. My hair was done up like Rachelle Lafevre's... You know, that beautiful redhead from "Twilight". I had to check my dress because I instantly got an erection. As expected, there was nothing to worry about down there, not even a bump.

Chapter 3

I didn't realize how fast the day went by and I remembered why I went through all of this in the first place. It was time for Michelle to go to her party. Sara lent me her purse with a few pieces of makeup and wished me luck. I walked to the front door and thought to myself, "Well, there's no turning back now. You're Michelle for the rest of the night." Since Tuesday I was practicing my girly voice. I didn't have a deep voice anyway and I thought I did a very good job of it. I knocked on the door. Paul presented himself and I lightly coughed, "Hey Paul, it's me."

Paul's jaw literally dropped in amazement! "Is that really you? Holy shit. Holy shit."

"Yeah, I had the same reaction when I saw myself," I smiled. I don't know why, I mean I knew I looked hot as hell, but I blushed when I saw how Paul was looking at me. "Are you going to invite me in or what?"

He stammered, "Yeah, sorry, yeah."

I entered and took a look at Paul's set up for the party. The table in the dining nook had a green felt poker cloth covering it. Authentic style chips stacked in front of six places circling the table. Paul escorted me to the kitchen and showed me a shit ton of alcohol, enough to make pretty much anything you can think of. I've been to his house over a hundred times, but I looked around at everything like it was my first time there. I turned back to face Paul and I swear I saw him snap his attention away from my breasts. That thought made me laugh a little to myself... I had breasts.

Paul quickly spoke up, "The guys should be here any minute now. I didn't set you up with any poker chips because I want you to be our hostess. You know, get drinks for us and whatnot."

"Yeah, that's no problem. I figure I'm gonna have to stay focused on being Michelle anyway. In fact, you should call me Michelle a few times now to get used to it," I laughed lightly.

"Yes, Michelle. You're right Michelle. You look fucking hot Michelle," Paul audibly coughed after his statement.

We made idle chit chat for a few minutes until a knock came at the door. Paul made his way to open it when I stopped him, "Shouldn't I greet your guests?" I proceeded to gently push him aside and I opened up the door. "Welcome to the party gentleman."

It seemed they all arrived at the same time and were clustered in the hallway. They made their way inside and Paul introduced them. "This is my boss Tim. Jake, Lucas, Rob and Carl share the open office space with me."

Tim took my hand first. He stood six-foot tall Pendik Vip Escort and was well built. Jake was much shorter, a little shorter than my five-foot-six frame. Lucas was my height and heavy set. Rob and Carl looked like they could be brothers, both tall and skinny.

I went to the kitchen while they all made small talk around the table. I quickly poured myself a shot of tequila and downed it in one gulp. I didn't realize how nervous I would be and I had to calm my nerves. I decided against another shot as the night had just started. I went to the hallway and asked, "Seeing as I'm your hostess for the night what can I get you all to drink? We have a fully stocked bar back here, but I do make a mean margarita."

Tim replied first, "A margarita sounds wonderful. Rocks and salt please." The rest of the guys followed suit.

I made a huge pitcher of tequila and margarita mix and poured it into seven glasses. Paul even had a serving tray on the counter for me to use. I made my way to the poker table and dispersed the drinks. Tim was sitting at the head of the table. Going clockwise from him sat Jake and then Lucas. Rob was at the foot of the table followed by Carl and Paul. My chair was in between Paul and Tim, squished close to Paul's chair.

They started the game and chit-chatted about work. I sat silently, sipping my drink trying not to smear my lipstick. I was still nervous that I wasn't going to pull off the masquerade throughout the entire night. They were playing no-limit hold'em. I would say about twenty minutes went by and everyone's drinks were now empty, I stood up and offered to make everyone another. When I returned I saw that Tim was holding a bag of white powder, which I had assumed was cocaine. Tim spoke up loudly, "How about we get this party started?" He shook the baggy dramatically.

Paul looked at me and shrugged, "Up to you hon."

I was thinking I could use a little more confidence tonight so I agreed. Tim asked if I could grab a mirror or something so he could divide the coke out for everyone. Paul's bathroom was located in his bedroom and I found a handheld mirror. I gave the small mirror to Tim. He dumped out half the bag and spread it into seven lines with a credit card he brought out of his wallet. He then proceeded to pull out a bill and roll it up like a straw. I smirked under my hand when I noticed that he was using a hundred dollar bill. Tim looked up to me, still standing behind him, and said "Seeing as you've been taking care of us so far you should have the first go."

I took the bill from his hand, bent over and sniffed up a line in one shot. I immediately felt a rush through my body. Still bent over, I swirled to the right and stood upright very quickly. I tossed my head back and forth and arched backward clenching my shoulders and pushing my chest up in the air. I recovered and turned back to the group. Every one of them was staring at me like I was a stripper doing a pole dance maneuver. I remembered I was dressed sexy as hell and grinned, "Sorry boys, that went straight to my head."

Round and round the mirror was passed to everyone at the table and they all had a knee jerk reaction just like myself. I sat back down into my chair and took a few sips from my drink. It was Tim's deal and he shuffled the cards. I glanced around the table and noticed all eyes were still on me. I have to admit that I enjoyed the attention I received. This made me remember that I was actually Michelle, and the attention was from a bunch of men.

I pretended that I didn't know a thing about poker and asked simple questions about the rules of the game. When they answered me, I giggled and appeared fascinated by their answers. A few more hands were played and a few more drinks went empty. I would guess another twenty minutes had passed when I decided it was time to offer up another round of drinks. As I was making my way towards the kitchen I had noticed Tim lean into Paul and say something that was meant for his ears alone.

I began to fill up the glasses when Paul came up beside me. He had an awkward look on his face as he spoke to me, "Michelle, you're doing a superb job at being our hostess tonight and I was hoping you could crank it up a notch. I mean, Tim commented on something that I honestly didn't even think about. Well, it seems... well, you're supposed to be... I mean Michelle is supposed to be sort of flirty. Shit, you're supposed to be outgoing you know? Man, this is weird saying this. I need you to be more seductive, especially towards me. The Michelle I described to the fellas would want everyone to watch her being more sexual. Like when you flipped your hair after you hit up that line, all the guys couldn't keep their eyes off you."

I wasn't quite sure how to reply, but I understood what he was saying. All night I've been pretty quiet, simply sipping my drinks. I looked at him, "Ok Paul, I'll try and do better. Do you at least think I'm passing as a woman so far?"

"Fuck yeah. I mean, that isn't the problem at all. If I didn't know any better I would swear you actually were a Michelle. It's just that I made her out, I mean you out, to be extremely sexual. I don't exactly know what you should do, but if you could make Tim think I'm like your sex toy that would really help sell the deal. This is a little weird... I assume for the both of us."