Unexpected Leave Encounter

Monday morning, I had taken leave to enjoy my "special time". Unexpectedly, I heard a woman calling out my "real name" as I was getting my coffee from the counter...

Woman: Chris?

I was caught off guard. I never expected someone to call me by my "real name" at that moment.

Without thinking, I turned around to find the source of the voice, unintentionally acknowledging that I was indeed "Chris" from that call.

Woman: Chris!?

Finally, I spotted the woman who had been calling out to me. It was Jennifer, the new sales executive who had joined our company just a month ago and was seated near my workplace.

I was shocked to see her. My mind went blank, unsure of how I should react.

Jennifer: OH MY GOD!!! Is that really YOU!?

Myself: J-Jen...nifer... (my jaw dropped)

Jennifer: What are you doing here?

Myself: Keep your voice down. I... I can explain.

Jennifer: Well, well, well, Chris... or should I say Christine? I must admit, I was quite shocked when I discovered your little secret. Who would have thought that the respectable Chris could have such a naughty side? Wearing feminine clothing and dressing as a woman. **giggles**

Myself: I.. I...

Jennifer: Relax, sweetie. Your secret will be safe with me as long as you comply with my instructions.

Myself: You can't do that. This is my personal, and it's none of your business!

Jennifer: But it is now, "Christine". It's your choice, either comply with my demands or risk having everyone in the office know about your little secret. Chris, the respected supervisor in the company, secretly adores wearing women's clothing, including bra and panties.

Myself: Please! Don't!

Jennifer: Good! I love your fashion sense by the way!! That dress makes your figure look so feminine. And you're even wearing makeup. Did you do your own makeup?

Myself: ...thank you... yeah... yeah, I did my own makeup...

Jennifer: Let's find a seat and chat. I'm so excited to see you like this!!

Myself: .....

Jennifer: Later, we should go to your place. I can't wait to see what other feminine clothes you have.

Myself: ... Jennifer: From now on, I expect you to dress up as Christine whenever I request it, and you will obediently carry out any demeaning tasks I assign to you.

Myself: ...uh... okay...

Jennifer: Next, I want you to wear panties every day, even underneath your business pants. Or perhaps you'd like to wear a bra too? I can make it a requirement.

Myself: ...uh... no... no... definitely not!!

Jennifer: Okay!! Great!! Just panties for now!! So remember, you better act like the one who wears bra and panties now. **giggles**

Myself: Oh... yes... yes, absolutely. We are the same, we both wear bras and panties as part of our attire!!

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