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It had been two months since Reed had started working as Renee, and he didn't seem any closer to a promotion. Of course, he never would have expected a promotion after just two months with a company, but he was anxious to get out these clothes and this silly secretary persona, so everything seemed like it was taking longer than normal. That he was the worst secretary at the company didn't help matters any. He'd gotten used to the fake nails that were now a permanent feature, and the heels, and even the clothing, but the everything about his situation weighed on him and he got much less done than the other secretaries.

"I don't know, Laura. Maybe I don't have the patience for this."

"Sure ya do, sis! You've already come this far, and that's a lot farther than pretty much any other guy would ever go." Laura smiled. "You'll make it, I know it."

"I know," Reed whined, "but it's only been two months and it feels like it's been a year already. I mean, how long is it gonna take? How long am I gonna have to do this? I don't know if I can."

Laura patted the increasingly feminine boy's head. "I'll be here for you the whole way, okay sis? And you've got all your girls at work that I know are gonna help you when you need it. So chin up, okay?"

That was another thing. The secretary persona was becoming less of a persona and more of a reality with frightening speed. There wasn't a single item of men's clothing in the house anymore. Laura insisted that he had to be Renee at all times, especially since the girls at work had taken such a liking to him and could call or drop by at any moment. And leaving the house as anything but femme little Renee was absolutely out of the question, since he could run into someone he worked with or someone who knows someone he worked with. So Reed was femme 24/7 these days and hadn't seen his buddies in months because he was too afraid of them seeing him like this. What would they say? He'd be a laughingstock forever. He'd never be able to look those guys in the eyes as equals ever again.

"The girls at work?" Reed shivered. "They're just trying to make me even girlier! They're like the girliest girls ever and all they ever want to do is take me to the salon or the mall or brunch or like, wine bars or whatever. They're not really my friends."

Laura patted him on the head again. "Right now, they're all you've got, Renee. Unless you wanna call up Hunter and the guys and have one of your big, manly hangouts."

The thought both terrified and excited him, which scared him even more. Why did the thought of interacting with his best friends and being the cute girl of the group make him feel a little fuzzy inside? He shook his head, long strands of blonde hair swimming before his eyes. Everything felt so weird lately.

"I got you something though!" Laura bounced over to her purse and pulled out a white bag, handing it to Reed.

"What is it?" He reached inside and pulled out a bottle of pills, unmarked.

"Something that will help you uh...adapt."

He gazed at his sister suspiciously. "I don't want to adapt. I want to get a promotion and get the hell on with my life."

"Yeah, I guess adapt wasn't really the right word. Just take em. They'll make you feel better, help you do better at work, all the things you need to get that promotion."

"Okay," he said, popping a pill into his mouth. "But this better not be estrogen or something."

Laura looked offended. "Of course not! I wouldn't cross that boundary. You're my sister."

Still suspicious, Reed went to his room, setting the pills on his nightstand. He would try them, at least. If they helped, then good. If they didn't, well, he wouldn't be taking them long enough to grow boobs or anything so it wouldn't matter.

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It had been two months since Reed had started working as Renee, and he didn't seem any closer to a promotion. Of course, he never would have expected a promotion after just two months with a company, but he was anxious to get out these clothes and this silly secretary persona, so everything seemed like it was taking longer than normal. That he was the worst secretary at the company didn't help matters any. He'd gotten used to the fake nails that were now a permanent feature, and the heels, and even the clothing, but the everything about his situation weighed on him and he got much less done than the other secretaries.

"I don't know, Laura. Maybe I don't have the patience for this."

"Sure ya do, sis! You've already come this far, and that's a lot farther than pretty much any other guy would ever go." Laura smiled. "You'll make it, I know it."

"I know," Reed whined, "but it's only been two months and it feels like it's been a year already. I mean, how long is it gonna take? How long am I gonna have to do this? I don't know if I can."

Laura patted the increasingly feminine boy's head. "I'll be here for you the whole way, okay sis? And you've got all your girls at work that I know are gonna help you when you need it. So chin up, okay?"

That was another thing. The secretary persona was becoming less of a persona and more of a reality with frightening speed. There wasn't a single item of men's clothing in the house anymore. Laura insisted that he had to be Renee at all times, especially since the girls at work had taken such a liking to him and could call or drop by at any moment. And leaving the house as anything but femme little Renee was absolutely out of the question, since he could run into someone he worked with or someone who knows someone he worked with. So Reed was femme 24/7 these days and hadn't seen his buddies in months because he was too afraid of them seeing him like this. What would they say? He'd be a laughingstock forever. He'd never be able to look those guys in the eyes as equals ever again.

"The girls at work?" Reed shivered. "They're just trying to make me even girlier! They're like the girliest girls ever and all they ever want to do is take me to the salon or the mall or brunch or like, wine bars or whatever. They're not really my friends."

Laura patted him on the head again. "Right now, they're all you've got, Renee. Unless you wanna call up Hunter and the guys and have one of your big, manly hangouts."

The thought both terrified and excited him, which scared him even more. Why did the thought of interacting with his best friends and being the cute girl of the group make him feel a little fuzzy inside? He shook his head, long strands of blonde hair swimming before his eyes. Everything felt so weird lately.

"I got you something though!" Laura bounced over to her purse and pulled out a white bag, handing it to Reed.

"What is it?" He reached inside and pulled out a bottle of pills, unmarked.

"Something that will help you uh...adapt."

He gazed at his sister suspiciously. "I don't want to adapt. I want to get a promotion and get the hell on with my life."

"Yeah, I guess adapt wasn't really the right word. Just take em. They'll make you feel better, help you do better at work, all the things you need to get that promotion."

"Okay," he said, popping a pill into his mouth. "But this better not be estrogen or something."

Laura looked offended. "Of course not! I wouldn't cross that boundary. You're my sister."

Still suspicious, Reed went to his room, setting the pills on his nightstand. He would try them, at least. If they helped, then good. If they didn't, well, he wouldn't be taking them long enough to grow boobs or anything so it wouldn't matter.