Change of clothes

CHANGE OF CLOTHES
Jane pointed her foot, slid the toe of the sheer nylon stocking over
her elegant manicured toes and began to roll it up her smooth tanned
leg, adjusting as she went so that the tailored seam was straight as a
die over her shapely calf. At mid thigh the stocking reached it's
summit, she fastened the suspender clip to the broad band of
elasticised lace at the stocking top. She slid on her six inch high
black stilettos, and stood. Walking with a sublime grace she glided
over to the full-length mirror on her wardrobe door. She looked herself
over appraisingly as she posed in sapphire blue satin panties and
matching wonder bra and ran her hands down the chiselled contours of
her body. She pulled a face at herself "Not bad" she murmured. "Not bad
at all."
Oh well no time to be messing about now she thought first day back at
work, wouldn't do to be late.
She put on a knee length pencil skirt in mid grey with a sharp red
pinstripe and a split that showed just the merest hint of stocking top.
A cream Camis complemented this beautifully and a tailored stylish
jacket to match the skirt finished off the sharp outfit, she had to
make the right impression when she walked through that door. She looked
business like and confident, while maintaining her sexy feminine image.
A last check of her make up, warm autumnal shades. Understated, simple,
with a bronze highlight to her defined cheekbones. She flicked her head
back and her hair tumbled in soft loose curls to her shoulders. A rich
shade of Chestnut, the fashion magazines had plugged it as "Just the
right hue for fall" A handful of sheen serum had emphasised the shine
on her naturally healthy hair, making the sunlight dance off her head.
She had a fantastic mane of thick lustrous hair.
"Knock 'em dead girl" she said to her reflection. Normally she would
take the tube but today, this special day, she forked out on a taxi.
Bad move, the driver was so keen to leer at her through his rear view
mirror that they nearly indulged in several accidents before he dropped
her outside Morgan-Mitchell and Partners chartered surveyors. She took
in a quick draught of morning-fresh air, and then confidently strode up
the steps and in through the front door.
She'd been off for six weeks and this was her debut for displaying her
cosmetic surgery.
As expected the normally empty front foyer where Gillian the
receptionist had her desk, was quite THE hive of activity this morning.
Jane had practised this moment many times in the last few weeks. Head
held high, shoulders back, breasts pert and jutting, torso long, and
entire body relaxed and yet erect. She swooped into the foyer on a gust
of confidence. "Morning people, good to be back" she announced on her
entrance she swept a beguiling smile on the assembled welcoming
committee and disappeared in a haze of channel, into her ground floor
office.
She slumped onto her desk, hands out for support and took several long
deep breaths. "There done it.Wasn't so bad was it?" Her ears rang with
the replayed sound of the long perky wolf whistle.
The morning went well. Meetings with clients, meetings with the
partners,
Catching up on her over stuffed in-box, and then just before afternoon
tea break,
it happened.

She came out of her office, and Paul Jeffries one of the office
partners caught up with her at the queue for the coffee machine.

. "What's it to be Steve?"

A deadly hush fell over the canteen. Two seconds, three, five? Nobody
spoke, all eyes were on what she would do next.
She smiled at Paul. The kind of smile a cat may give a luckless mouse
once she had it cornered, then she drew one long, bright red finger
nail down his tie and in her soft, sultry, hormonal voice said " You
Tarzan. Me Jane. Climb up to my tree-house sometime, but you'll have to
bring your own banana. I'm fresh out"

Paul already embarrassed by his untimely slip blushed a furious red as
the whole
canteen erupted into spontaneous applause.

"This isn't just a change of clothes folks its a metamorphosis. Deal
with it"

It wasn't the only awkward moment of the day there were several more.
The ladies were a bit stiff at first about her using their restroom but
they soon relaxed and began to treat her as one of their own; sort
of.
The wings of the butterfly dried in the morning sun and the emerged
lady took her first flight.