When The Shoe Is On The Other Foot (Chapter 7)

 CHAPTER SEVEN

Even though it was Sunday, Elizabeth decided to go into work for a while. There was something about the idea that Men’s & Boy’s was now "her" department that made her anxious to inspect the place and make sure everything was running smoothly. She had a horrible nightmare the previous night that a disaster occurred just as she took over, and she wound up getting blamed. She was determined that nothing—nothing at all—would deprive her of this chance to show what she could do. She realized that, if she did well in this post it would be a stepping-stone to even bigger and better things, and she decided she would not fail from lack of effort.

Fortunately, everything was in order at the store, though Elizabeth gave instructions to change a couple of the displays and rearrange the merchandise a little. The news of her promotion had traveled fast, and quite a few people came up to congratulate her. She still felt great and decided to go to her—HER—office and work on a new, comprehensive marketing plan for the department. Several hours later she turned off the computer and stretched. When she glanced at the clock, she was shocked at how much time she had spent on the plan, and decided it was time to get home. After all, she had to be back in the following morning. Before she left, though, she made a call to a number that she had copied off the Internet.

The following morning Scott discovered his new little titties were embarrassingly obvious beneath his dress shirt. It wasn’t that his chest bulged out that much—it didn’t—but there WAS a slightly convex profile to his torso, and his nipples looked a little too prominent for a guy. When he mentioned it to Elizabeth, she suggested that he wear a sweater vest over his shirt and that seemed to work. The silhouette still looked a little "different," but the pattern in the vest broke up the outline and helped hide his nipples. Aside from that Scott’s only problem was his slacks, which were about an inch too long. He pulled them up his waist a little further and tightened his belt another notch to keep them there. The adjustment was covered by the sweater vest so Scott decided no one would notice, but he reminded Elizabeth that he would have to get some shorter slacks. She replied that it would be more economical) and humiliating) to simply shorten his current wardrobe and told him to get all his pants out when he got home from work.

Scott always started the week at the office, to pick up his messages and check on deliveries, but when he got to work, he found a note on his desk in his small cubicle that the boss wanted to speak with him. He didn’t realize anything was amiss until he knocked on Robert’s door and entered the large, spacious corner office. When he sat down his boss told him flat out that his lack of recent sales was causing a great deal of concern. Aside from the miserable sales the company had lost two very lucrative accounts, and under no circumstances could this be allowed to continue. Unless Scott turned things around immediately the company would be forced to let him go. Robert didn’t want to have to do that, but he had to think about the company first, so this was a "word to the wise." 

After promising to do better Scott left Robert’s office and hurried back to his cubicle to check his messages. He left the office quickly and headed for his first stop that day feeling a rising sense of panic as he drove, and he wondered whether he could get his sales back up. Though he’d once been one of the top salesmen in the company his recent performance had placed him dead last. Since the transformation he’d lost all his old confidence. His indeterminate status was never far from his conscious thoughts. It was always in the back of his mind, and it made him very insecure in his dealings with others. Selling is the art of persuasion, and a good salesman must be outgoing and aggressive, but it’s hard to be assertive when you’re feeling vulnerable and insecure. The pressure was becoming unendurable.

To make matters worse, Scott’s first stop that day was at "Sportswoman," the only retail outlet in the area catering strictly to women. Scott had never gotten along with Jan Levinson, the owner, and the one and only sale he’d ever made was a month before. Jan Levinson was a tall, thin confident brunette who had been a star athlete throughout high school and college. She had been an all-state forward in basketball and duplicated the feat as a pitcher and first baseman in softball, eventually getting onto the U.S.A Olympic team for sprinting and cycling where she managed to get 2 gold medals. She retired from professional sports early but not before cashing out huge amounts of money from sponsors, which gave her an extremely confident demeaner.

Jan had taken an immediate dislike to Scott because of his condescending attitude towards women’s sports and a few comments he’d made about girls wrestling and playing hockey. That feeling was mutual as Scott focus kept getting drawn away from Jan’s face and made its way down to her voluptuous perky tits that were somehow able to fit into a 32DD bra. He kept wondering if tits that size affected her ability to perform professional sports not that he considered woman’s sports to be professional, let alone sprinting and cycling. The only reason Scott had made that one sale was the tremendous discount he’d offered Jan when she needed six dozen pairs of sliding pants for several high school girls’ softball teams. That only happened since he was so distracted by her breasts that it made him reminisce about the time in college when he walked over to the neighboring sorority and took nude pictures of a bunch of them while they were changing. When they tried to confront him about it, he slapped a bunch of them on the ass and told them to make him a sandwich. Scott was still surprised by the amount he was able terrorize them and get away with. Hell, there was even one time Scott was at a party and he went over to two extremely drunk girls, ripped one of their panties off and shoved his finger up her pussy. When her friend managed to get her free Scott pulled his dick out and told them to make themselves useful. 

When she saw Scott walk into the store, she practically sneered at him and strode over to him before he got three steps inside.

"It’s about time you showed up. I was just about to call Robert and tell him to come and get the shit you sold me last month." Jan announced in a mean-spirited tone.

Scott was caught completely off-guard by Jan’s outburst. "Huh? Wh-what’s the matter?" He stammered.

"Come here," Jan ordered, turning on her 2.5” stilettos and walking over to a large opened, beat-up box sitting in the corner of the room. She reached into the box and pulled out one of the pair of sliding pants Scott had sold her. "Notice anything wrong?" She demanded.

Scott stepped closer and took the pair of sliding pants. They were white, made of cotton and nylon, and made to protect a player’s legs and thighs from abrasions that occur during sliding. But they looked fine; there was nothing wrong as far as Scott could see.

"I don’t understand. What’s the problem?" He inquired, puzzled by Jan’s attitude.

"They’re MENS sliding pants, you DIPSHIT!" Jan almost roared, and Scott shrank away from her, suddenly terrified at her imposing size and violent temper.

"I ordered six dozen sliding pants for high school softball teams and you send me ones with a built-in athletic supporter and a pocket for an athletic cup! Are you really that FUCKING DAFT? The company is called SPORTSWOMAN."

"I, UH, UH UH”—

"Look, I’ve had it with you and your smug, arrogant, complacent attitude towards women. It’s bad enough that I must put up with your snide comments and your insufferable personality, but this is either pure fucking incompetence or a sick joke, and I’ll be damned if I’ll put up with either. The only reason I gave you the order to begin with was the good deal you offered me, but you just aren’t worth it. I’m closing my god-damn account. Take this SHIT and get out!" Jan ordered.

Scott was so shocked and terrified that he managed to wet himself a little bit. Robert had warned him not twenty minutes before that if he lost another account he was through. He HAD to save his job—somehow! But how? Jan had worked herself up into a rage over a simple mistake, and as far as Scott was concerned, she wasn’t behaving rationally. A fleeting thought— ‘How typical of a woman’ and ‘maybe she is just on her period’—surfaced briefly. Worse, his own emotions were beginning to get the best of him. His stomach was tied in a knot, and he was beginning to shake even as tears came to his eyes.

"Please," he begged as he began to tear up. "I didn’t mean to insult you! It was just a simple mistake. I’ll make it up to you—I promise! This sale is important to me."

Jan looked at Scott shrewdly, sensing desperation, pitifulness and realizing she had the upper hand. "What’s it worth to you to keep my business?" She demanded.

Scott tried to calm down and think, but it took several seconds for his emotions to subside enough for his thought processes to re-start. "Uh, Uh, Uh, look, I’ll . . . cut the price even further. I’ll forget my commission entirely—that’s other twenty percent off.

"I want free delivery too," Jan told him.

"But that’ll cost ME money. I’m already giving you my whole commission!" Scott pointed out.

"Tough shit, Hun. Take it or leave it," Jan said coldly.

Scott sighed and nodded his head in submission. "All right, just this once," he agreed.

"Good. Now take that shit with you as you leave," Jan commanded.

Scott turned silently and went over to the box of sliding shorts and bent down to pick it up. But he couldn’t budge it. He tried again, sliding his hands down near the corners to get a better hold, but he still could not move, let alone lift it off the floor.

"Damn, what a FUCKING wimp!" Jan remarked as she stormed towards Scott. 

He let go of the box and shamefully backed away as she stooped down and hefted it with ease and turned towards him. "Get the damn door," she ordered, and Scott scurried along in front of her to open the door as she carried the box to his car. As he held the door Scott felt the same weird sensation he’d experienced at the party the other night, and he held onto the door to maintain his balance. Meanwhile Jan put the box in the back seat of his car and started back towards Scott. 

As she passed, she stopped and said, "You really are a pussy, but you’ve got a cute ass. I am surprised you were able to even find a woman to marry your pathetic ass. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that she is the one who calls the shots. Make sure I get the right pants within thirty days, and I expect you to deliver them personally."

Scott just watched her walk back and couldn’t help but notice Jan’s tight ass pressed against her skirt. He was able to make out her pantie line which slightly aroused him but also reminded him of the fact that he no longer had his oldest friend. He then got in his car and drove for about half a mile before he had to pull over and throw up, but even that wasn’t much of a release. He was so tensed up he could barely breathe, and he trembled uncontrollably. As far as he was concerned his world was falling apart. He sat sidewise in the car seat, his feet resting on the gravel by the side of the road, with his head in his hands. He just HAD to keep his job, at all costs. It was the last component of his life over which he had any control, his only mark of independence. If he lost his job, he would lose whatever self-respect that remained. It was doubly important now that Elizabeth was doing so well. She was pulling far ahead of him in a field that was nearly as competitive as his own, and Scott saw her sense of accomplishment and self-worth growing even as his own was being trampled. 

Tears streamed down Scott’s cheeks as he considered what had just happened. He had been walked over by that CUNT and did nothing. This made Scott furious he was willing to going so far as to beg her not to cancel the order. Then, after he couldn’t lift the damn box, SHE had picked it up without any problem and carried it his car -- and her strength, unlike Elizabeth’s had not been magically enhanced! He wasn’t even as strong as a normal woman! To top it all off Jan had made a crude remark about his ass, and Scott had just taken it, without protest. He’d been too embarrassed to say a word! His male ego was in a state of complete collapse.

Scott moved his hand to wipe the tears from his face and felt his arm brush against his chest, but his chest should not be where he felt the contact. Glancing down at himself Scott was horrified to see his sweater vest much too far away from his torso. Still leaning forward with one elbow on his knee, Scott saw his vest hanging far too low, and when he sat up, he actually felt movement beneath his shirt! He stared down at himself and watched in horror as his tie nestled itself between two softly rounded bulges in his chest. They—his tits—had grown again! 

Scott groaned but it came out sounding like a sob. His tits weren’t large, or even average-sized—yet—but they were just large enough to give him a distinctively feminine profile. There was no way he could go on to his next appointment now, not like this. He had to get home, but when he swung his legs back into the car, he noticed that his trousers seemed slightly longer and baggier than they were only an hour before. He also noticed that his sleeves wanted to swallow his hands. He had to constantly adjust them up to grip the steering wheel and drive.

When he got home Scott ran into the house, holding his pants up with one hand to keep from tripping. He tore off his clothes as he ran to the bathroom, and he wound up walking right out of his shoes as he hurried along. He gasped when he saw the latest additions to his hairless chest. His tits were smaller than Elizabeth’s—perhaps a double A cup—but they looked huge to Scott, and there was enough there to move around. He’d felt them bounce and jiggle slightly on his way in from the car but seeing them was a real shock! He noticed that his nipples and areola had grown too, and were close to Elizabeth’s size, somewhat darker, and they had an ever so slight upwards slant now. From the side Scott saw a crease in his skin beneath his breast, where his tits pushed outwards from his torso. They were just full enough to cause a fold in his flesh. 

He stared at himself for a long time before he noticed other subtle changes. His neck looked thinner, and his Adam’s apple less prominent, and his shoulders seemed to have lost some of their bulk. Then he noticed that his waist looked narrower, though it appeared that his hips were just a little wider, but he wasn’t sure. It might be just his imagination, or simply because his waist was smaller. But his feet and hands were seemed smaller, and there was something about his face that didn’t look quite right, though he couldn’t point to any one thing in particular.

It was obvious what was happening to him, but Scott had no intention of going gracefully. He decided he had no alternative but to fight the transformation as much and as long as he could and hope for a reprieve. Perhaps whatever power that was doing this to him would take pity on him or just get bored and move on to some other poor bastard. Until then he had to fight it, wait it out, and mask the changes as much as possible.