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Archive-name: Changes/mkchris2.txt
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Archive-author: She Devil
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Archive-title: The Making of Chrissie (To Completion)
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"So I will be at your facility one week before the end of the
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quarter to review your record. You can then stop by my office the
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first week of the next quarter to pick up your check."
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"That concludes my business with you. Sorry to cut this off so
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suddenly, but I have four more of these conferences to get to yet
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today."
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Chrissie tried to speak but Barbara cut her boss off. On the
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street, Chrissie stood by the side of the office building and
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started to cry.
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"Now, what's the matter, Chrissie," Barbara asked, unable to
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hide the exasperation in her voice.
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"I have to sign for all those checks and meet with that fat
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bitch. And I signed that paper under oath that says I'm a girl ..."
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Chrissie was getting worked up again but Barbara let him go.
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In fact, it was interesting, the way the flush on his face was
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spreading down to his big jiggling breasts.
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"I'll have to keep dressing like a girl for a year...No, a
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year and a half! I'll just die if I have to do that."
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"Shut up, Chrissie, and do as you're told. We have some
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shopping to do."
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*********
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"How did it go, Chrissie?"
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"Really well, Barbara. Ms. Tanner accepted all the records and
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I can pick up the check on Monday."
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Chrissie's legs looked long and sexy in her new finger-tip
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length red lycra-spandex miniskirt. And her heels, so high they
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were, made her arch her big chest out so provocatively.
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How long was it now? Thirteen, no fourteen months, Chris had
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been Chrissie. Barbara had taken over the day after they returned
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from the meeting. With the extra cash flow, printers were hired and
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Chrissie found `herself' the receptionist and book keeper. The
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first time Chrissie had called Barbara `Barbie', Chrissie had been
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dressed like a Barbie doll and had her moth washed out with soap.
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Christmas was coming and Barbara took out the shiny red boxes
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of jewelry from the bottom drawer of her desk. There was an ankle
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chain and a necklace with a personalized dog-tag, including a
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diamond chip. And big personalized disk earrings. All 24 karat
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plated. And all bearing the name "Chrissie."
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Click, clack, click, clack. She's coming back. Barbara got
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the gifts back into the drawer before the high heels clicked their
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way into her office.
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"Here's your coffee, Boss."
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Barbara watched her secretary go.
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Funny, I only think of her as a girl now. Maybe it's time i
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had her dating one of the boys on the print floor?
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And maybe best of all, the twelve months Chrissie had to live
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as a woman before the surgeon would perform sex reassignment
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surgery were up, if Barbara let Chrissie have her cock cut off, she
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would sign over the rest of the stock in Diversions.
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Barbara imagined Chrissie, chewing gun, in hot pants, walking
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coffee back to the boys and giggling when they copped a feel, and
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poor as a church mouse. Serve the little fool right, Barbara
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thought.
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Barbara made a note to herself to buy some gum.
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So what do you think of that my sweet little sissy boys?
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I have lots of gum.
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