In the Same Way

This is me (left) and my girlfriend (right).

We work together in the same company, department, and hold the same job title.

When I lost my job, she helped me secure the same position she was applying for.

It may seem crazy for a guy like me to work as a female employee and follow the same ladies' dress code as my girlfriend.

The upside is that no one knew I was a guy during the hiring process, and we were both successfully hired.

The downside is that I have to keep my true identity a secret and live as a woman most of the time.

But since finding a new job is challenging, and the pay is good, no one should complain, right?

For now, I'll keep borrowing her clothes and dressing like her, from the intimate lingerie to the outer attire of blouse, skirt, and heels.

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