Jamie Olsen hated Mondays, because on Monday morning she had to go back to being boring Jimmy Olsen after having spent all of the weekend as Jamie!
Sunday evening had been disappointing. As usual she had been out on her street corner on the stroll. Last night she had chosen to look extra trampy, wearing torn stockings, her five inch heels, and her black leather shorty shorts and bra set. But it had drizzled rain all evening and so she had only had two johns all evening. One had been a quick blow job in the guy's car in an alley. The second guy had actually been good looking and was not self conscious about picking up a sissy hooker on a street corner. He had paid for the by-the-hour hotel room and had actually been interested in kissing Jamie and fondling her boyclittie before he bent her over the table in the room and had rammed his nice sized dick up her asspussy!
Jamie had been so desperate for that cock up her ass that she had almost offered to let him fuck her for free - until she remembered that her titty kitty was still a long way from its target!
As Jamie showered, she rinsed off the previous night's sweat and then used her fingers to make sure that her boy pussy was thoroughly clean. She slid two fingers inside herself and groaned as her dicklette sprang to instant erection. She giggled as she scrubbed away the last remnants of her weekend - the slutty makeup and the bit of cum that had crusted in her hair. Looking in the mirror she was pleased to see that the tint in her hair was still holding - her hair was still a bolder red than her natural colour.
Despite having to dress in boy clothes for the day, she still powdered herself after she had throughly dried off. In the mirror she looked disappointedly at her small titties. Months of hormones had not gotten her much more than an A cup set of tits. Yes, the hormones had also smoothed her skin and made her emotions much more feminine, but she longed for larger breasts. Not for herself, of course! Oh, no! She was happy to be a boy. She loved being a boy. Or rather, she loved being a sissy boy. Well, MAN, if truth be told, since she had turned 23 just a couple months back. She loved shooting her girly juices from her cockette. She never wanted to give up her willie!
She loved being girly though. She loved being a sissy and wanted to please a man in anyway she could. She loved looking in the mirror and seeing vestiges of her male self there. But she longed to be even more girly. She wanted softer skin, a cute kissable nose, a big round ass for a man to hold on to as he fucked her ass hard. She did not need tits. Boys did not have tits. But sissies had tits because tits were what pleased a man.
After a few years of adventures with the Big Blue Cheese, after being turned into porcupine boys, a genie and all kinds of weird creatures, after going undercover to get the biggest scoops for the Daily Planet, Jimmy Olsen had realized that he loved most those simple adventures when he had crossdressed for one reason or another. And so he had begun dressing in women's clothing at home more and more, and then had started venturing out to transvestite bars.
Thank god she had discovered that her friend Robin - well, formerly Dick - was also a mincing sissy. Robin had given up crime fighting and only wanted to service men's cocks now - the true calling of a sissy. They had been best friends before, but now they were best sissy friends forever! But Jamie was SO jealous of Robin. Robin now had a nice pair of firm titties, the result of implants bought by her sometime boyfriend Ollie, just before he had lost all of his millions. It had been several weeks since Jamie and Robin had gone out on their most recent double date. Jamie really hoped the two sissies could get together again soon for a bit of fun just between the two of them.
Jamie looked at the clock - she only had an hour before she was supposed to be at her desk, looking as mannish as she could manage these days. But that was only on the outside. She refused to be any more masculine than she had to be. She pulled on black panties and squirmed at how tight they felt on her dicklette. She then pulled on dark stockings which would not be noticed under her icky boy pants.
But running her hands up and down her stockinged legs made her dicklette throb. She tried to ignore the sensation as she pulled up her pants. She put on a white blouse that she was sure could pass as a man's shirt, except that the buttons were on the wrong side. Last she pulled on her green checked sports jacket and bowtie. But when she looked in the mirror she was horrified at how butch she looked. Perhaps... yes...
Just a small amount of eye shadow... the faintest hint. And a spray of perfume. If anyone asked, she would say it was cologne.
Looking in the mirror, she realized that it was hard to look as masculine as she once had. The hormones had subtly changed her body shape, and the jacket no longer fit as it once had. Plus the tweezed eyebrows, and the studs in her ear piercings...
She needed to calm down so she grabbed the package of cigarettes out of her Jamie purse. Jimmy did not smoke but, as Jamie, she smoked a lot since it added to her sissy image, especially when she was trying to be slutty, working her corner. She really needed a ciggie though, to calm her nerves. So she grabbed a lipstick from her purse and coated her lips. She lit the cigarette and inhaled the smoke. That felt SO good she thought. She smiled at the sight of the lipstick on the filter. So sexy!.
When she finished the cigarette, she wiped off the lipstick. It was time for Jimmy to go to work.
When Jimmy arrived at the office he went first to the coffee machine and poured a cup of coffee into a china mug, then hurried to his desk. Most of his work lately had involved cleaning up stories of other reporters for publication, rather than his own investigations. The city editor, Perry White, seemed reluctant to send Jimmy out on assignments these days.
Jimmy waggled his fingers in greeting at his two friends, Lois and Clark, as he passed their desks. Clark looked up briefly, then shook his head sadly and returned to his work. Lois frowned at Jimmy then pointed at his mug. Jimmy looked at the mug and then blushed with embarrassment as he saw lipstick marks on the edge of the mug. He obviously had not cleaned his lips as well as he thought. He hurried to the washroom and gave his face another good cleaning. When he returned to his desk, Lois smiled at him.
Jimmy checked his computer and found it strange that there were no articles or other material in his list of items for editing. Nothing at all. He reviewed the material for other staff and found they all had more than enough work - but his list was empty.
The reason why, soon became apparent. Perry White stuck his head out of his office door and bellowed, "Olsen, get in here!"
"Right away, Chief!" responded Jimmy automatically, and just as automatically White replied, "Don't call me Chief!"
When Jimmy got into the editor's office, Perry was seated and pointed to the chair opposite. Jimmy sat, but in an effeminate manner, keeping his knees together, and pointed to the side.
"I'll get straight to the point, Jimmy!" said Perry. "Management has decided to let you go. As of this moment, you are no longer an employee of the Planet!"
"What?" cried Jimmy, "But Chief. Why?"
"Why? Why? Heck, Jimmy, there are more than fifteen citations and complaints in your file from just the last two weeks for lewd and immoral behaviour around the office! Add to that the fact that no one wants to work with you, and any work that you DO do has to be redone by someone else!"
