Mommy Writes for Mandy

We work in a big corporate office. I am the owner of the advertisement company and you are my secretary. You are fully Mandy. You started taking hormones years ago to fully become a girl. Your hair is grown long and you have little a cup breasts and chose to always wear dresses, skirts, frilly blouses and heels. You're such a girl. You've been working for me for about 6 months. You told me when you started working for me who the real you is. Since your last boss had found out and fired you over it, you didn't want me to do the same, so during our interview you came right out and told me. You were shy about it, but you thought it was important information I knew before hiring you. I told you that it didn't matter to me what was under your skirts so long as you were competent and could do the job I hire you to do. You knew you would be working longer hours than the rest of everyone else in the office, coming in before them and leaving after them. It is after all why I pay you more and give you free time on days you need to see your dr about your condition (turning into a girl). You work so well for me. You know that I even arrive before you do and leave after you do as well.

One particular day I am swamped with work, in over my head and you are assisting me. Its time for you to clock out and head home. Knowing I still need your assistance even though your work day is completed you offer to help me. I take you up on your offer. I tell you to head home, get something to eat and put on something more comfortable if you prefer. You know I wont be leaving the office to get anything for myself and since you go purchase my lunch every day you know what I like. You run home, take a quick shower and put on a cute, simple top and a matching skirt and some flat strappy sandals. On your way back to the office you pick us both some dinner and a desert from the nearby Italian restaurant we both love. Never before have you came back to work after hours with me.

You arrive back and find me at my desk working on a project. So busy focusing that I don't hear you come in. I've switched from my work attire to a simple pair of tight jeans and a button up shirt. You come in my office quietly and start unpacking the food on my side desk. You make me a plate and bring it to me. That's when I notice you are back. Surprised to see you brought me dinner.