A Sissy Boy is Made

Greg began to stand.

Jaclyn stopped him short with a hand to his shoulder as she good naturedly quipped, "No need to stand, honey, I actually enjoy the sight of a man on his knees."

Greg's face burned hotter with embarrassment, and his manhood stirred to attention in his loose fitting slacks, as he thought that somehow this beautiful creature had sensed his deepest, darkest secret.

In her arms Jaclyn carried a very large stack of files. She smiled dryly as she realized she was being checked out. Then a bit callously Jaclyn introduced herself, "Hello, we haven't met but I'm Jaclyn the boss' daughter and office manger. You work for me. And your name is?"

"Uh, um, ... er ... it's Gregory." He stumbled with his answer.

Gregory didn't understand it. He never referred to himself as "Gregory". Only his mom ever called him that, and even then only when she was mad at him. However, it felt appropriate to tell his new lady boss that his name was Gregory. He tried his best to control the nervous excitement inside and the tent that was building in his pants.

Jaclyn didn't even offer a handshake, only a terse command and another smug smile, "Here, file these for me, Gregory."

No "please", no "thank you" simply, "file these," which Gregory would soon learn was classical Jaclyn.

"Ye ... yes, Ma'am, I can do that," Gregory replied without hesitation.

He wanted to stand and take them from her, but he didn't dare. If he did, she was sure to notice how aroused he was, because his cock was now throbbing in his pants.. His failure to stand and lessen the gap between them meant Jaclyn had to bend over to hand Gregory the files. As she did that, he failed to pay attention to the stack of papers when her blouse fell open a bit giving him a clear look at her immense cleavage and a black silk bra. She noticed his stare and deliberately spilled the entire stack of files all over the floor.