The Agency Ch. 02

"That's about all I can do here." Michelle said to herself as she sat on her couch.

Michelle made herself a light dinner, before slipping into a long black satin nightgown. Slipping into the corner of her couch, Michelle pulled up her favorite online game to decompress. Watching her character appear on the screen, Michelle realized it did not represent her any more. It hadn't been completely accurate before, Mike was not over 6 feet tall and built like a linebacker, but it represented him even less now.

"Let's see what my options are here?" Michelle said scrolling through avatars, body styles and outfits. It took a few minutes until she was pleased with her new look. "That's much better!"

Michelle's online look was suddenly closer to what she looked like now. Lingerie clad, high heel boots, swaying breasts and long brown hair. A few online friends teased Michelle about her new look, but she didn't care. Reclining on her couch, looking at her smooth legs and painted toes peeking out from her black satin nightgown, Michelle had not felt more like herself. The week had been a crazy adventure that was only just starting. Michelle signed off before slipping into her bed, tomorrow her adventure continued!

From her text message Babette would be over around 2. Michelle eased into her morning, spending as much time as she could in her nightgown, savoring the feeling of the satin against her legs. She also wasn't at all sure what to have on when Babette arrived. Was she supposed to wear a dress? She'd never gone out shipping like this before! Certainly not with a girlfriend. How did girls go shopping together? They even went to the bathroom together, what the hell did they do when they did that? The very idea was terrifying. Michelle decided casual was best, it was warm out so why not a sundress? Pairing the rose dress with white lace lingerie and a pair of tan heels she placed by the door. No need to put those on before she needed to after all.

"Come on up!" she practically squealed with delight into the buzzer as it rang.

Opening her apartment door, Michelle heard Babette's voice as she approached. But who was she talking with? "Oh, you do say the sweetest things, don't you?" Babette's voice was giddy and light. "Thank you for showing me to her place," Babette smirked at Michelle as she approached, "you know how confusing these buildings can be!"

"You're very welcome!" Fred exclaimed proudly, like finding one of three apartments on the fifth floor was man's work. "Anything for a pretty lady!"

Frank wasn't wrong there. Babette had somehow managed to fill out a pair of skinny jeans to absolute perfection. The light sweater she wore covered just enough of her front to cast a shadow over her crotch yet gave Fred an eyeful of her bottom as she embraced Michelle.

"You look amazing!" Babette whispered in Michelle's ear as they hugged. "Is pervy checking out my ass?"

"Yes!" Michelle giggled watching Fred's unwavering gaze as they broke their embrace. "Fred," Michelle said, suddenly feeling courageous, "do you think you could fix the kitchen drain for me?"

"Oh, yeah, uh," Fred stammered momentarily, "I'll be right back with my tools."

"What a handy man!" Babette cooed giving Fred a wink before walking into Michelle's apartment.

Michelle gave Fred a smile before following Babette. The black patent knee-high boots Babette had on emphasized her saunter. No wonder Fred couldn't take his eyes off Babette's ass!

"Geez, this place is a dump!" Babette blurted. "Good thing you won't be here for very long!"

"What do you mean?" Michelle asked.

"Payday is Thursday for you," Babette explained, "in another week you'll be able to afford a far nicely place than this!" Michelle realized she had no idea what her weekly salary, or hourly rate was! How much was she making? "Something more fitting of a pretty girl like yourself!"

"Will I be able to afford a nicer place?" Michelle asked quizzically.

"Actually!" Babette excitedly replied. "Next week you can take over my lease and move into my place! I only have 6 months left on it as it is!"

"Really?" Michelle replied unsure of what to make of the offer. "I don't know if I can even afford your place, or mine for that matter!"

"Trust me," Babette said knowingly, "you'll be able to afford it!"

Fred returned to fix the drain, and did everything in his power to prove himself useful and stay around to see Babette. Of course, Babette was only too willing to flirt with him, or bend over in his direction to keep him intrigued. For Michelle, it was a course in taking and holding control of a guy. Had Michelle been more handy in her former life, maybe she'd be teased like Fred today, but it was rarely the case. By the time she left with Babette, Fred was putting a fresh coat of paint in the main room of her apartment.

"I'd been after him for almost two years to do that!" Michelle said as she and Babette got into the elevator.

"You just didn't know how to use your best assets!" Babette giggled in response.

"I guess I didn't," Michelle blushed wondering if she could ever be as forward as Babette, "you seem to have it down to a science!"

"Before becoming Babette," she said as they walked out to the street, "I was an introvert, rarely had a girlfriend, and when I did, they were horrible to me." Michelle took Babette's arm as they walked, hearing the pain in her friend's otherwise fun filled voice. "I made a decent living, and they knew it," Babette continued, "so I'd try to buy their affection, and they let me." Straightening her back and squeezing Michelle's arm, Babette kept going, "Now I use what they've taught me, and become quite the extrovert as Babette!"

"So, I've noticed!" Michelle replied.

The trip to the mall was the most fun Michelle had enjoyed in recent memory. Babette was a whirlwind of fun, even clothes shopping, which Mike used to hate. As it turned out it was a hell of a lot more fun to shop as a girl and with a girl! They stopped for an early dinner before going to Babette's place.

"Oh my God Babette!" Michelle said as they entered her condo. "This place is amazing!"

"My next place will be better," Babette replied, "but this will be a nice upgrade from your place!"

"That's very true," Michelle replied, "I'd feel bad about making Fred do all that work, but I'm not going to!"

"Oh, I wouldn't either," Babette replied, "that guy's a pig!"

"That's true, he is!"

"Okay girlie," Babette picked up the bags of their recent purchases, "time to get ready for tonight!"

"Where are we going tonight?" Michelle asked with a hint of anxiousness in her voice.

"Oh, you're going to enjoy it!" Babette replied pulling Michelle to the bedroom. "Truth be told you're going to love it there!"

"If you say so." Michelle replied quietly.

It took several attempts for Michelle to finally settle on a dress, even then, she wasn't sure she could wear it out. The maroon minidress draped in the front with sides going over her shoulders in the front, sitting almost like a mock turtleneck while leaving a majority of her back exposed. The dress, while seemingly loose fitting on the top was tight from the waist to the hem which was just above her mid-thigh. The only item she could wear underneath was something Babette lovingly referred to as a "power thong" which would keep Michelle's cage tight to her abdomen while hiding any hint of a panty line.

"Babette, I don't know if I can wear this out?" Michelle said stepping into her black patent heels. "Or even take the subway in these ankle breakers!"

"Oh, they're not even 5 inches silly!" Babette called out from the other room where she was getting ready. "You'll be just fine!" She said as she entered the room.

"Wow!" Michelle temporarily forgot her female voice as she looked at Babette. "I guess I look a bit more like a nun standing next to you!"

Babette had on a black pencil skirt that started just below her belly button and ended just above her knees which fit just as tightly as Michelle's. The midriff bearing top had capped sleeves and was mostly lace, the nipples of her fake breasts were barely hidden under the material.

"You have a belly button piercing?" Michelle all but squealed looking at the heart dangling from a short chain from Babette's tummy.

"Yup!" Babette replied wiggling her hips so the dangling heart danced. "Want one for yourself?"

"Ummm, it's been a full week already," Michelle felt the conflict rising inside her, "I'm not sure if I'm quite ready for that."

"It's okay," Babette responded with a warm smile, "all good things in time. Let's go!"

Michelle was thrilled Babette allowed her to borrow a jacket. Going out like this, with so little on, was scary enough without having to walk out on the street in this outfit! Babette hailed a cab, giving the cabbie the address before settling back into the backseat. Michelle found comfort in holding Babette's hand in the backseat.

Babette seemingly exited the cab with ease while Michelle struggled not only to get on her feet but not flash everyone in the surrounding area a view up her short dress. It wasn't easy! Gladly taking the hand extended to her, Michelle found herself face to face with a man who towered over her in every way. He was built like a professional football player, 6'6" tall and solid muscle. Michelle's hand was dwarfed in his. While Michelle didn't think it was possible to feel less like a guy, being in the presence of this gentleman achieved that goal tenfold!

"Let me help you there." The smiling man said with a hint of a southern drawl.

"Thank you." Michelle timidly responded.

"Enjoy your evening." He said with a smile moving her toward the door.

Michelle could only smile self-consciously as she followed Babettte through the doors in front of them. Feeling Babette take her by the wrist, Michelle took one more look over her shoulder at the doorman.

"Jesus!" She hissed to Babette. "That guy is massive!"

"And not just what you see outside his clothing!" Babette replied with a wink.

"What? You didn't!"

"Sometimes you just need to see, and taste," Babette giggled, "for yourself!"

What would have normally disgusted Mike, was now something that sent a chill up Michelle's spine. How could that happen she wondered? How big was he? How did he taste? Michelle shook her head furiously wondering where these questions were coming from? While she'd dressed up at home, and played around with a dildo, that was just her acting slutty to build up her orgasm. Right? It wasn't really what she'd consider doing was it? Well, she'd never consider going out to a nightclub in a revealing dress either but here she was!

If it weren't for Babette pushing Michelle to a seat, she may have kept wandering. Instead, Michelle found herself perching on a high stool along the wall with a small table between her and Babette. One wall of the nightclub had tall tables while the rest in between them and the bar were all normal height. Giving her hem a useless tug, Michelle crossed her legs realizing the high seat would put her on display to the rest of the room.

"Can't we sit over there?" Michelle asked across the small table.

"But we get the best views from here!" Babette replied, giving a wave across the room.

"Yeah, but we can be viewed too!" Michelle was so nervous she almost felt sick.

"You say that like it's a bad thing!" Babette quipped. "You're a hot girl out for the night with your friend," Babette replied, reaching across the table holding Michelle's hand, "enjoy it! You're going to love it, trust me!"

Suddenly a waitress appeared with two martini glasses, setting them on the table she gave Michelle a warm smile before kissing Babette's cheek. Obviously this was a place Babette was familiar with Michelle thought, the waitress had already brought her drink order without a word being exchanged. The translucent light purple liquid was something Michelle had seen women drink but she'd never tried one. No time like the present! She needed something to steel her nerves!

"Well, that's delicious!" Michelle said as she set the martini glass back on the table.

"You looked like a Cosmo girl to me," the waitress exclaimed, extending her hand, "I'm Kimmie!"

"Hi, I'm Michelle." It was odd addressing herself that way, but Mike felt far more comfortable as Michelle than he ever had as Mike.

"Are you a virgin Michelle?" Kimmie asked, raising an eyebrow then laughing at Michelle's reaction. "I mean is it your first time here?"

"Oh geez," Michelle could feel her face burning red, "yes it is my first time here."

"If you need anything just ask!" Kimmie replied, lightly touching Michelle's thigh as she spoke.

"Careful with that Cosmo Sweetie," Babette cautioned as Michelle took another drink, "it's basically all alcohol!"

"I take it you come here often?" Michelle asked, setting the drink aside and starting to feel its effects.

"This is the best club around," Babette replied leaning close to her friend, "and no one will care that you're not a real girl!" It was only then that Michelle realized everyone in the nightclub was a guy! "Relax," Babette said, squeezing Michelle's hands, "you're far safer here than anywhere else!"

"If you say so!" Michelle replied before taking another long drink of her cosmo.

Leaving wasn't an option, her stuff to include the keys to her apartment were at Babette's place. Plus, she definitely didn't feel safe making her way home dressed as she was, so Michelle decided to make the best of it. The attention was like nothing she'd experienced. Mike wouldn't have even rated as a "wallflower" as he'd never have gone to a nightclub to begin with! Babette may have bought their first round of drinks but the rest were being covered by others. Not only was Michelle feeling a bit buzzed, she was also feeling what it was like to be an attractive girl getting hit on by a bunch of guys!

"Do you want to dance?" A rather good smelling gentleman leaning close to Michelle's ear asked.

"I, uh." Michelle stammered.

"Sure she does!" Babette squealed with delight from the other side of the table. "Have fun!"

Before she knew it Michelle was being whisked out of the stool to the dancefloor as fast as her heels could take her! She hated dancing, well, Mike hated dancing. Particularly fast songs, which is what was playing right now. How was she supposed to dance in this short dress with these heels on? She could barely walk in them let alone try to move her hips the way the guy in front of her was doing!

"Just relax!" His voice was loud but encouraging. "No one who looks as amazing as you do should spend the entire night occupying a stool!" Michelle blushed at the unsolicited compliment. "I mean," he slid forward placing his right leg between hers, pulling her to him by placing his hands on her hips, "you are simply perfection!" She blushed again putting her hands on his arms for balance as he moved their hips in time with the music. "There go," his words seemed to relax her, or maybe it was the 3 cosmos, "just let go!"

Looking to either side, Michelle noticed that no one was staring at her. No one cared who she was, how she was dressed or how well she danced. It was a liberating realization followed by Babette joining them on the dancefloor with a partner of her own. Michelle realized that much like Babette's male counterpart, Mike was an introvert as well, but that didn't mean she needed to be! If she was going to be out she was at least going to enjoy herself as much as she could!

Michelle and Babette were on and off the dance floor all night, the only real struggle for Michelle was which bathroom to use when that time came. That and shoving her very swollen balls back into the restrictive thong. On her way back to the table a hand came out of the crowded dance floor, pulling her to him. His right hand slipped into the back of her dress just below her ribs while his left rested high on her hip. Pulling her back, Michelle's butt came in direct contact with his body.

"Holy shit!" Michelle gasped feeling his cock pressing against her ass.

"You are by far the hottest one in here!" Her unseen dancing partner whispered huskily in her ear.

Gripping his left hand with hers, Michelle's right grabbed his hip as they ground together. "Something's got you all hot and bothered Baby!" Michelle said, arching her back and pushing her butt into him.

"Yeah," his voice was strong yet needy, "YOU!" As he responded his hands gripped tighter.

Michelle had a fleeting thought of running away, but there was something erotic about the power she held at that moment. He was hard, large and hard, because of her! Mike had never felt sexually empowered, if anything he typically felt sexually repressed or desperate. Michelle on the other hand had gotten this guy rock hard. His hands and voice conveyed his need for her. Given the opportunity, he'd sure take her somewhere and rock her world! Never had anyone made her feel this way. She was disappointed when the song ended and his grip eased.

Turning to face him, as she suspected he was tall and handsome. "Thank you for the dance." Michelle said only briefly able to look him in the eyes.

"No, thank you!" He responded by pressing a piece of paper into her hand, "Give me a call sometime."

"Thanks, I will." Michelle replied automatically.

Walking back to the table the lights of the club slowly turned brighter. Closing time. Michelle stared at the napkin she held tightly in her hand; would she really call him? Her reply had been more automatic than anything, but the idea was intriguing. Eventually she would have to work up the courage to ask Babette if dating outside the workplace was allowed? Wait. What was she considering? Michelle's face went white at the idea, she was considering giving a guy a call so they could go on a date? What the hell was going on in her head? Shaking her head, Michelle tried to clear what was obviously some kind of sexually confused fog.

She was on autopilot at this point, simply following Babette to the taxi, getting in and then back to her building while her mind was lost in thoughts. Sure, she'd played with a butt plug, and had been intimate in more ways than one with her dildo, but that was different. Wasn't it? Okay, she had to admit that whenever she read stories of sissies having sex, she was typically beyond excited about the idea. But did that mean she could really date a guy? Was that what was expected at work as well? Michelle felt sick to her stomach, and it wasn't from too many cosmos!

"Are you okay?" Babette asked when they got back into her apartment. "You haven't said a word and look like you're going to be sick!"

"I'm just," Michelle searched for the words, "I don't know." She collapsed on the couch kicking off her heels. "My head is just spinning, and not from the drinks," tears welled in Michelle's eyes as she looked up at her friend, "I'm just confused."

"Can I ask you a couple questions?" Babette slid onto the couch close, but not too close to Michelle who nodded in response. "Did you have fun tonight?" Michelle smiled slightly and nodded again. "I mean, really, was it fun?"

"It was," she replied quietly, "never in a million years did I think I'd go out like this and dance all night!" Blushing deeply, Michelle remembered her last dance partner's grip and the feeling of his crotch grinding into her ass. "I think maybe I surprised myself because I was so comfortable with it all."

"And that concerns you?" Babette asked.

"Yeah," Michelle felt a weight lifting off her as she admitted and realized the problem she was wracked with, "it just felt so ..."

"Natural?"

"Yes!"

"And are you ashamed or embarrassed that you had one of the better night's of your life wearing a hot dress and heels?" Babette asked, guiding Michelle to the obvious conclusion.