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I left School aged 15 back in 1960, and left home to go to work in Bristol, back then I was a skinny lanky teenager with not a lot of common sense, I had secured a job with a large department store right in the Centre of Bristol, with the posh title of Trainee Filing Clerk, or Tea boy to every one else.
I had on a Navy pair of trousers, white shirt, navy blazer & tie, with a pair of yellow dessert boots on my feet. (The latest fashion back then) I had my jeans & a spare shirt & a few other personal items in a carrier bag as I boarded the early morning bus to Bristol. This was to be the start of a new adventure for me.
The bus pulled in to the Bristol bus depot at 8am which gave me just time to find a youth hostel and drop of my spare clothes before getting to Work at 9 O’clock,
As I walked into the Department store I realised just how big it was and asked the security guard for directions, Top floor past the returns counter and through the door marked Staff only he said, so off I went this was the first time I had ever seen a moving staircase and looked around in wonderment as the staircase took me up floor by floor.
I arrived at the said door a little while later and sheepishly opened it and peered through, can I help you sir said a receptionist sat at her desk on the other side of the door, Oh I am supposed to report to a Mrs Jones I said, Oh she said with a little snigger in her voice take a seat, she’ll send someone down to collect you in a few moments, I sat there for what seemed like ages looking around at nothing in particular and thinking what have I got myself into now when a rather charming and cheerful young lady came through a door and greeted me, I’m Jean she said you’ll be seeing rather a lot of me as we shall be working together, so come with me and I’ll take you up to see Mrs Dragon lady Jones she said with a laugh., we got into a lift and went up another floor which opened out onto a spacious office full of young ladies all typing away as fast as they could, we continued on down through the typing pool and through a swing door at the other end into a smaller office with only about six girls in it and a glass fronted office at the other end, that’s Mrs Jones Office she said I’ll take you in to meet her in a few moments, this will be your desk here at the front and I’m right behind you.
Mrs Jones looked up at me peering over the top of her reading Glasses and eyeing me from head to toe, your wearing a jacket & tie she said, well yes I replied, only executives wear jackets & ties and you are certainly not one of those so off with them she said, yes Mrs Jones I said complying to her request, what on earth are those things on your feet she said with disgust in her voice Oh Dessert boots I answered they’re the latest fashion, well this is an office not a Dessert I will allow them for today but I don’t ever want to see you wearing them again, light weight Black shoes are what are required for the office make sure you have a pair for tomorrow, yes Mrs Jones, and what is that around your neck Oh that’s a locket my parents gave it to me this morning as a going away present, its got there photo’s in it, that’s very nice you should open your top buttons a bit more so its more visible, Oh thank you Mrs Jones I will, right then she said Jean will show you your duties take this form with you, fill it in and bring it back to me before lunch so we can get all your personal details on file, Yes Mrs Jones I said as I was being ushered away by Jean closing the office door behind her.
First things first said Jean, you’d better get that form filled in so we can update our staff records, and so I sat down at my desk to answer all the Questions on the form.
Name…………………………….K. English.
DOB……………………………..14.03.1945
Place of Birth……………………..Glastonbury
Education…………………………Yes
Place of Residence……………….Youth Hostel Bristol
Sex……………………………….
Height………………………… …6 Foot
Weight……………………………Don’t know, but thin
Colour of eyes……………………..Don’t know
Shoe size………………………......9 or 10 not sure
As you can see from my answers I was not very used to form filling even missing out on one important question, Jean took the form from me and said my first job was to get everyone a drink so go around the office check who drinks what and put the Kettle on, I’ll hand your form in to Mrs Jones for you, I thought I was getting on quite well having served half the coffees when holding on to a cup & saucer with both hands and concentrating to much on not spilling any Jean got up from her desk knocking the cup over and spilling the entire contents all down my new white shirt and trousers. Oh I’m so sorry quick you’d better follow me to the Locker room so I can get you cleaned up, Well your trousers will be OK they’re dark and won’t show but that shirt has had it for today, you’d better take it off, I should have a spare in my locker, Ah yes here you are its an old one of mine that I keep here for emergencies it should fit you OK, It’s a bit feminine I said Oh don’t be silly you have to wear something, It was white shiny silk with a peter pan collar, Puffy sleeves with six buttons on each cuff , cropped to the waist with a pelmet type over hang that covered the waist band of my trousers, but I didn’t have a lot of choice so back we went to the office to carry on with my duties, nothing much else happened that day and I was shown more of the duties that I had to fulfil.
I was summoned to Mrs Jones office once more that day she asked if I could type to which I replied not so she said I would have to learn, then she looked at my nails, God she said do you bite them Oh I’m sorry I said does it make any difference, of course it does she said you need nice long nails for typing but don’t worry we can do something about that tomorrow, Oh and by the way I like your top it’s a great improvement I trust you will wear it again tomorrow.
Just as we were leaving the office Jean said where are you staying I’ll give you a lift, Oh I’m in a Youth Hostel in St Pauls, What are you mad no one in there right mind stays in St Pauls not if you value your life and definitely not with that top on, Oh I didn’t now I replied.
Soon she was pulling up outside the Youth hostel where crowds of people were gathering along with fire engines Ambulances & police cars, Oh my god I said all my belongings are in there and it looks like its been burnt to the ground, shortly after we had arrived a young police officer came over and said I’m sorry you cant park there madam, what’s happened Officer? Jean enquired Oh some nut fell asleep with a cigarette in his mouth and caught the whole place alight, well said Jean you had better come and spend the night at my place I was thinking of getting a lodger in any case.
Jean lives in Clifton the posh area of Bristol & soon I was being shown my new room, it certainly was a big improvement on the Youth Hostel, Jean apologised for the wardrobes being full of her old clothes but as I had no spare clothes to wear anyway it really didn’t matter. Right said Jean you had better get out of those clothes put everything in the wash basket go and take a bath and wash your hair, Oh I washed by hair last night I replied, Jean pointed out that it was very greasy and she didn’t want grease on her pillows or her chairs so no more Brylcream while you’re here I’m afraid,
The bath was fantastic it was the first time I had ever used Bubble bath and it smelt wonderful I found a dressing gown on the back of the door and came out into the living area where Jean was trying to find enough of her clothes that would fit me, first she handed me a pair of plain black satin knickers, followed by a pair of black trousers, which fitted me far better than the ones I had on earlier, they where almost skin tight from the six inch waist band down to just above the knee where they flared out to almost cover the whole of my foot, I had almost tried to put them on back to front until Jean explained that the zip went at the back. Then she handed me a pair of black shoes of hers that were quite open at the front and showed rather a lot of foot, but at least they were flat well flattish then she handed me what she said were a pair of shear black pop sox to go on my feet before slipping on the shoes, not a bad fit I said looking down at my feet in wonderment.
Well the top you wore today will be OK again tomorrow, so we just need to see what we can do with that hair of yours, she proceeded to blow dry my hair whilst brushing & combing, well she said its a bit long on top and a bit short at the back but I suppose I can get some sort of style out of it using a few bobby pins at least its nice and soft, my hair has never felt this clean before I said, well you should wash it regularly to keep it nice and soft she said.
She then handed me a pair of her satin Pyjamas, go and change into these then we can have a quick supper & then off to bed its work again tomorrow.
Day 2
We arrived at the department store shortly before 9 Jean had her own parking bay in the staff car park, and I must say I felt quite odd walking into work wearing the new clothes that Jean had looked out for me the night before, Mrs Jones was already in her office as we arrived and looked up and gave a slight nod of approval when she saw what I was wearing, and as the other girls started to arrive to work I got quite a lot of compliments on my outfit, then a man in a brown smock walked in Type writer for Miss English he said, placed it on my desk Sign here he said and was gone before I could say anything, Mrs Jones came out of her Office a few minutes later and handed me a name badge and a desk plaque, ( Miss Kay English ) Oh dear I said as I looked down at the name badge in my hand, Its that form you filled in yesterday she said, you obviously made quite a few mistakes, Oh dear I said again, you’ll have to wear it for now at least until I can get it changed said Mrs Jones.
Jean take Kay down to the Cosmetics department those nails will have to be sorted before she can learn to type, OK said Jean come along Kay follow me, but but but was all I could seam to stammer out of my mouth as I was almost dragged through the various departments on our way back down to the ground floor.
The nail technician looked at my nails you bite them she remarked; only a bit I said, Oh well you won’t bite these new ones, sit here and I’ll get started, it was almost an hour later before she asked what colour I wanted why do I have to have them coloured I asked, Its to strengthen them, OK as light as possible then I replied, a few minutes later I was looking down at my new dusky pink long tapered nails, your very pretty she said to me why don’t you let me pierce your ears for you, I’m sorry I said to her but I don’t want my ears pierced & I don’t want to be pretty I said to her as I left and ran most of the way back to the office.
On arriving back upstairs I found a note on my desk telling me to report to the medical centre for a complete medical, Jean gave me directions and I was soon off again up and down through corridors that seemed to go on forever.
I got to the medical centre and knocked on the outer door, I was soon ushered in by a very pretty nurse, told to strip to the waist, lie face down on the couch Dr will be with you soon, OK I said, I was soon greeted by the sound of a woman’s voice Hello she said I’m Dr Jarvis, Hello, I said, She continued with the check up listening, prodding and tapping when she said OK turn over, she looked down at me with a rather puzzled look on her face, then continued prodding, feeling my stomach, then tweaking my nipples, then started asking me question about my diet and mentioned things like lack of development, then she spent the next 20 minutes going through medical books, when she did come back she said OK lie on your front again, then she slid down the zip on the back of my trousers next thing I was aware of a sharp jab in my bottom, OK over on your back, then she proceeded to inject me again in my nipples, OK you can get dressed now, come out when your ready.
What’s wrong I asked her when I finally arrived at her desk, well you don’t appear to be developing as you should, you seam very under nourished & if I didn’t now better I would think you were anorexic, but I have prescribed some medication that should put things right, and I would like to see you again in a fortnight.
Back in the office I made the drinks for the girls and took one in to Mrs Jones, How are you today Kay she asked, it Keith Mrs Jones, I said, then why didn’t you put that on your form yesterday when you had the chance, I’m sorry I said but I don’t like filling in forms, that’s very apparent isn’t it Kay, yes Mrs Jones.
The rest of the day seamed to go without to many problems although it was more difficult working with those long finger nails, but soon it was 5 O’clock and time to go home again.
Back at the apartment Jean carried on looking out more clothing for the next day, what’s wrong with these again tomorrow I asked, you’ve had that top on for two days I’m sorry but working in a hot busy office you need a complete change of clothing every day. I’ll put what I think is suitable on that chair beside your bed so you can change into them in the morning, and everything you have on at the moment can all go in the washing basket.
Day 3
I awoke bright and early looked out of the window to see a wonderful sunny morning, the early morning mist was just rising up from the river Avon making the Clifton Suspension bridge look like a picture post card. Oh how lucky I was to have ended up here, I looked around at the clothing piled on the chair, and ran off to the bath room to wash and dry myself before getting dressed, no sooner had I put my knickers on when Jean knocked on my bedroom door and asked if I needed her help with dressing, I expect I’ll manage I said, I don’t have any more pop sox explained Jean I only have hold ups they are much the same but just a bit longer so you will need to put them on first before your trousers, it was not an easy task I can tell you especially with my new long finger nails, but by the time I had them on I was so excited I had a raging hard on, well said Jean I can see that you like them its just a pity that you have such hairy legs, but no one will see them once you have your trousers on.
The trousers were different from yesterdays, they were tailored black velvet, very tight at the top, a side zip and sewn in pleats down the front, no pockets and not quite as tight in the legs as yesterdays but strait all the way down to the hem showing more of the foot, the shoes were black patent sling backs with a 2 inch heel, and very pointed toes. The top she handed me was more like a short sleeved button through jacket, white crepe very tight in the waist but flared at the hip, a lace open neck collar that showed of my locket to perfection. You’ll do said Jean but I’ll just dry your hair and get it into some sort of style, and we’ll be off.
It felt so strange walking across the car park in 2 inch heels with the tug of the hold ups pulling against my legs, well strangely erotic actually.
As we walked through the door into reception we were greeted by Karen the receptionist with Morning Girls have a nice day! It actually made me feel quite good about myself, My medication was waiting for me as I arrived at my desk so I quickly read the dosage on the bottles and took my first 3 tablets as instructed.
The day seemed to fly by what with making coffees and learning to type it was 5 O’clock before I new it & it was time to go home. I picked up the packages of medication but as I had no pockets I was frantically looking around for a carrier bag when Jean said I’ll sort you out a shoulder bag for tomorrow, Oh thanks I said that will be great.
Once settled in the car Jean said you’ve been like a different person today, I’ve never felt so good about my self I said, I feel more confident, more accepted, Well said Jean I have another surprise for you now I’ve made an appointment with my hairdresser we’re going to see what she can do with that hair of yours, OK I said its ready for a trim anyway as I was trying to style it into a decent DA (Ducks After mass), Jean parked her car right outside of Sally’s Salon in Clifton Road, and once inside Sally was expecting us, sit here said Sally let me have a look at you and see what we can come up with, well she combed it this way and that way first backwards then forwards well we’ve got plenty of length but its lacking in body & colour, come over here jean I have some style sheets to give you some idea of what we can achieve.
I could hear them both in conversation, almost whispering to each other, hay its my hair don’t I get a say in what’s happening I said, no said Jean Sally’s the expert we’ll leave it up to her, that sound good! Sally go for it.
Next thing she’s covering my hair with some sort of foul smelling paste that she had to apply with a spatula, she covers my head in a plastic bag & sits me under the salon dryer for an hour, next she wheels me over to the sink and lie’s my head back for washing, followed by combing it in different directions, as she trims the front & sides but doesn’t take much off the back, I wish I could see what she’s doing but the mirrors been covered, next she starts pulling my hair over large rollers & rolling them underneath until she’s been all around the sides & back with some sort of mousse sprayed in, and then soon I’m back under the dryer again.
When the dryer finally stops she removes it from my head and starts to remove all the rollers, that’s more like it she says as she brushes my hair starting from the centre down to the sides & then down again at the back, just a few more finishing touches she says as she snips a few more stray hairs and finally sprays my hair with lacquer.
It’s Showtime she says as she snatches the towel away from the mirror. Oh my god I say as I stare at the reflection in the mirror, what on earth have you done to me, don’t you like it asks Sally, but I’m Blond I reply, well ash blond actually Sally states, and the style is called a Bob, its very easy to manage and doesn’t take a lot of looking after, so it should be just right for you.
Come on Kay stop admiring yourself in that mirror its time we were going I’m getting hungry, says Jean as she’s halfway out the door, I eventually get up and follow her to the car apologising to Sally as I leave, its not that I don’t like it, it just the shock that’s all I’m sure I’ll get used to it.
In the car I sat quietly all the way home, still in a state of shock from the vision I saw in the mirror, what’s up asks Jean don’t you like the hairstyle, oh I just love the hairstyle Jean, I just wasn’t expecting to see it on me that’s all, we arrived home and I kept looking at my reflection in Jeans long mirror, what’s up she asks I’m confused I reply I shouldn’t like seeing myself like this but I do, I feel comfortable, but a voice in my head says I shouldn’t and I feel torn between pleasure & guilt,
I wouldn’t worry about it says Jean just go with the flow, come on teas ready lets go and eat.
Day 4
I awoke rather earlier than usual, I hadn’t really slept that well and had tossed and turned all night so I decided to make an early pot of tea, I looked in the mirror as I was heading for the door and subconsciously picked up a hair brush, only two or three strokes through my hair and it looked perfect, well I thought Sally did say it was an easy style to look after and it does kind of suit me, I think its time for that cup of tea.
I later started to dress in the clothes Jean had put out for me but the hold ups wouldn’t stay up, so I had to call Jean for assistance, Oh I’m sorry said Jean these are different from yesterday you’ll need a suspender belt to keep these up I’ll just get one for you, she had to give me instructions on how to do up the clips, and it wasn’t easy with my long nails but once they were done up the sensation was electric.
The panties had a little more lace than usual and the overall appearance was quite erotic it was almost a pity to cover them up, and Jean had to tell me to hurry up or we’d be late for work, the trouser were much the same as yesterdays except they were pink, the shoes black patent sling backs with 3 inch stiletto heels, and the top was a black silk low cut tee shirt, Jean also gave me one of her watches as she said mine looked to cumbersome with short sleeves, I looked at myself in the mirror again before leaving the apartment, Wow don’t I look good this morning,
The other office girls were all gathering round with excitement when they saw my new hairstyle and I told them that I really had Jean to thank for it, even Mrs Jones came out of her office to tell me how good I looked, and I said to her thank you I feel good too.
Again the day just seemed to fly by although we did get a lot more visits from the executives than normal, apparently rumours were flying around that their was a new girl working in the offices, Well I’ve kept my eyes open but I certainly haven’t seen anybody new. We popped in to see Sally on the way home to thank her for my new hairstyle and to apologise for leaving so abruptly the evening before, she said she was pleased with the overall effect but felt that it was still lacking something, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it.
Later that evening after we had eaten, Jean & I were sat on her sofa sipping our coffees when she confessed that she really loved having me around and that I had brightened up her life in such a short space of time, I told her that I felt much the same and that it was just like having a big sister, well don’t forget to take your pills before you go to bed, its Friday tomorrow the busiest day of the week, OK I replied kissing her on the cheek as I got up to go to bed.
Day 5
My underwear for Friday was much like yesterdays except the garter belt had been replaced by a waist cinchier, & Jean had to help me getting it on, the trousers if you could call them that, were black Lycra & the fit were they touched, Skin tight all the way down, the top looked more like a dress than a top it was a black button through top with gold edging and belted at the waist. She then produced a pair of knee high black patent boots, with 3 inch stiletto heels with a lacing design
Up through the front, I must say it was a very striking outfit, she then handed me a black patent shoulder bag to finish the effect, and at least I had somewhere to put my pills a hanky at last.
At work it was much the same as yesterday with all the girls gathering around to share comments on each others outfits I must say I was quite enjoying this time of the day.
Again the morning just flew by with more typing practice & coffee breaks, and it was lunch time before I new it, arriving back into the office shortly after lunch I was called in to Mrs Jones office, I want you to report to Victoria on the cosmetic counter on the ground floor, she has a big exhibition and demonstration this afternoon and I want you to go down and give her some help, but I don’t know anything about cosmetics I replied what good can I possibly be, I’ve given you a job to do I don’t expect you to argue with me I expect you to do it, know get down to the ground floor she shouted quite aggressively, Yes Mrs Jones I replied and almost ran out of the office feeling quite degraded.
I reported to Victoria as instructed to find there was already quite a crowd gathering, all stood around in a large circle, and in the centre was a salon chair and a cosmetic trolley, what would you like me to do to help I asked, OH just take a seat in the middle she said, your going to be my model for today, God I felt as if I wanted the floor to swallow me up, I was really embarrassed, come on hurry up we haven’t got all day.
I sat there shaking with all these people staring at me, but as Victoria started talking to them about the products she uses I began to realise that they were more interested in her than me. She then referred to me as her blank canvas and explained what cleanser and foundation she was going to use for day wear or evening wear.
And for the next Hour my face had changed in Complexion & style to Suit every occasion, ending up with my face expertly made up ready for a Girls night out and finished off with a pair of long black dangly earrings.
At the end of the session she thanked me and told me I could go back to the Office, But what about all this make up I have on & these earrings, aren’t you going to clean it all off.
Oh no that’s your bonus for being a good model go and enjoy your evening out.
I returned to the Office feeling quite self conscious from the heavy feel of the make up on my face, and the swinging sensation that the earrings made, but I rushed into the Office toilet before returning to my desk to see what I looked like, Oh my god she was gorgeous, she was my own wet dream, but she was me.
The trouble was I liked what I saw in that mirror, and I wanted more of the same.
As I sheepishly returned to the office I kept my head low hoping that no one would notice, but they all gathered round like I’d just had a birthday ore something, congratulating me on my good looks and pampering me as if I’d just won on the premium bonds.
Jean came over and put her arms around me, There There she said looks like our miss Kay has just grown up, come on cheer up its Friday night & we’re all off to the Queen Shilling for drinks before going home, but I cant go outside like this what will people think, They will think what I think!, that you look lovely now come on lets get going to that Pub.
The Queen Shilling was a very Strange place, I had never been in a Pub before so I didn’t now what to expect, but I never expected a place like this.
It was darker inside than I thought it would be, but it was very crowded for that time of the evening with all different types of customers from Hairy Bikers to Company Executives to Office Girls, Jean ordered 2 Flying Angels (Brandy & Babycham) and we went and found a quiet seat in a corner, I said to Jean I think I must be seeing things because those two Motor Cyclists are Kissing each other but they both look male to me. Oh you’ll see a lot of that in here she said, as she moved closer to me and put her lips to mine, she then put her hand on my leg and they turned to jelly as I melted into her arms.
We were soon locked into an embrace that made me have a raging hard on in no time and my whole body tingled as she rubbed my nipples and groin, What with the Fondling & the Drinks, my God did this Girl know how to get someone excited.
When I did finally get a chance to look around the room I noticed that we were far from alone in what we were doing, my God they where nearly all at it, This is a Gay Pub says Jean a lot of people come here after Work on a Friday evening to unwind let there hair down and just generally relax, so sit back and enjoy, as her lips locked onto mine again.
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