I'm an intern, and I had to go to the office to take care of a few final details. Just before I got there, the manager walked out of the office with a slightly flushed face. I knocked, and she opened the door; she, Sascha, let me in. “Okay, John, go ahead and take a seat,” she said, then closed the door very firmly.
I didn't know what was happening to me. I blushed, and she reassured me that no one could possibly get in. Sascha is a beautiful woman, but I felt very uncomfortable.
She walked over to me and reassured me; she smelled nice and had a very sweet voice, though she was quite forceful, which in turn turned me on. She sat back down and asked me again. I leaned forward and sniffed very gently. Just the scent, that little tap against my nose—I wanted to stop, but I couldn’t. I even heard myself moaning softly. After a few minutes she held a pair of pantyhose—most likely worn—under my nose and pushed me back into the chair with her foot. I grabbed the pantyhose and couldn’t stop sniffing.
She walked around, and before I knew it, she’d taken off my pants. When I came to my senses—well, to the extent that you can call it that—I was naked, and there were only women’s clothes lying on the desk.
I wanted to protest, but she shoved the pantyhose under my nose again—the smell, the fabric against my face, her voice reassuring me.
Then she ordered me to put them on and get to work. All I could do was obey. “Finally, a useful intern—I can really make use of you. You’ll stay here in this department; there are only women working here, so that’s not going to change.”, she say.
"After work, you can change back into your regular clothes, and first thing tomorrow morning, I'll have some clothes ready for you."
At first it felt really awkward, but nobody acted strangely when I was standing there
and everyone was really friendly; the work was fun and time just flew by. I got changed and went home. At home, I didn’t say anything about it—just that it was fun work and a friendly department.
The next morning, I got there early, found my clothes, and put it on.
Strangely enough, I was a little disappointed that it wasn't a skirt or a dress.
I was a little early and had already started where I’d left off yesterday.
When she walked in, she came over to me: “I’m so glad you came—I was hoping you would, but I wasn’t sure. It’s great that you’ve already started.” During the lunch break, her coworkers told me that it helps me fit in even better, if I were to put on a little makeup.
Now, after another week and a half, I can do the makeup all by myself now. At the end of the day I was happily reminded that, when I was almost outside, I still need to change clothes before I go home.
I still arrive every day nice and early, and if possible, I stay late to work. I really enjoy the job, and it’s so nice that they now call me Claudia❣️❣️ ❤️🔥
Now, on the weekends, she gives me a bag to take home for when I'm alone🤭. She winks and says, “You don't have to, but I can tell you probably wouldn't mind.” I thank her and look inside the bag—my heart skips a beat—my first pair of pumps❣️
Next week I have my midterm evaluation; it’s pretty exciting that my teacher is coming by.
Luckily, I had three hours to myself this weekend.
That way, I can get used to walking in heels. It’ll probably take a while.
On Tuesday, I forgot my lunch; they have a great cafeteria there, and for about a week now, I’ve felt comfortable enough to eat there. They just see me as Claudia, and I regularly get compliments on how good I look.
That flatters my ego, although it is a little strange how it all turned out.
Around 11:00 a.m., my mom walks into the office with my lunchbox. She stands right behind me and asks a coworker sitting next to me where I am. The coworker points her in the direction of Sascha. Sascha explains that I’m busy working right now and that she’ll pass the lunchbox along to me. My mom says she’s glad I’m enjoying myself so much here during my internship and that she definitely notices a positive difference.
As she walks away, she pauses briefly at my desk and gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder. My heart is pounding in my throat, and Sascha immediately tells me to walk downstairs with this nice lady to see her out.
As we walked, she gave me a hug and said she was glad I didn’t have to change clothes several times a day. She’d noticed it pretty quickly, and now she finally had a good excuse to stop by.
When I got back, three of my coworkers were waiting for me...
“Tell us... tell us how it went,” they said—they already had a hunch...
That afternoon, I was also told that if I wanted to, I could continue working there even after my internship. I tried not to look too happy, but I couldn’t quite pull it off 🤭
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