Becoming Tiffany

My name is Bess, Bess Deskill

I am 30 yrs. Old, somewhat toned, I never had to work out, I have a high metabolism for my age.

Long blonde hair, and I work in an office as a secretary with two other women.

Since my teens, I have suffered from migraines; I have lost several jobs due to missing days because of the pain being unbearable to work.

I have been at my current job for four months without an incident till last week.

Monday night, I could feel the pain building behind my eyes. Tuesday, I had to call in.

My boss said that he understands his wife used to have migraines also.

Wednesday, I called in again. Finally, Thursday, I made myself go to work by noon. I was crying. The light from the fluorescents was like needles stabbing me in the eyes.

Mr. Henson saw me in distress and said.

"He would bring me home."

His car is a well-maintained older Mercedes-Benz.

He walked me to my apartment and brought me in.

He went into the kitchen and got me a glass of water, and brought me my meds

.

He commented, "His wife used a different prescription."

Then he told me to stay home and not to worry about my job.

"He will always have a place for me in the company."

Monday morning, I walked into work, and there was a new woman at my desk.

I started to cry since I lost an excellent job again.

Mr. Henson came from his office and called me in.

He told me, "You did not lose your job, just a lateral move to a new position I just made."

He must have seen the relief on my face; his voice was kinder than I have heard from anyone before.

"I made an appointment for you with my wife's Doctor and hypnotist. She claims the medicine helped, and the hypnotist taught her to deal and relieve the stress."

"If they were good enough for her high standards, they were good enough for his best employee."

I felt like the world was lifted from my shoulders. I have a wonderful caring boss. My new job was to be a proofreader for the three sectaries in the office.

He explained, "They were all excellent at their jobs, but if documents were to go to the head office, they had to be perfect. You can do this job at home if I have a migraine again." I could barely thank him. His kindness so overcame me.

On Wednesday, I went to my appointment with the Doctor. The nurse had a rather buxom chest, long pink fingernails, and extremely plump lips. Her voice was nice-sounding. It had a rather sing-song cadence to it.

It was only me in the waiting room. Since it was late in the day, I must have been the last appointment since I was alone but for the nurse at the desk.

They had music playing lightly, and the office did not smell like an average Doctor's Office but a light floral smell. I waited 30 minutes and started to feel lightheaded, and nodded like I wanted to sleep. Then, I heard the door open, and it woke me up.

The nurse came out and escorted me to the examination room.

With her gate, her hips would roll each cheek high and low.

I am not a lesbian, but I can appreciate a beautiful woman. She directed me to the examination bench and to remove my clothes and gave me a paper gown.

Since this was my first exam, I put it down as a standard exam procedure.

After another 30 minutes, I was feeling lightheaded and sleepy, and then Doctor came in.

He introduced himself as Doctor Bob. He shook my hand with a warm, firm grip.

He asked if I had an Obstetrician-Gynecologist I admitted I have never seen one before.

"He said they are essential If was having issues.

Checking for cancer or experiencing pain while having sex."

I told him, "I don't have sex. I never really got into it."

He said he could do the exam to cover the bases on my health.

He called the nurse into the room. He explained.

"A female nurse had to be in the room while he was examining me; legal issues, you understand."

The Doctor called her Nurse Barbie.

I thought that was an apt name for her since she did look like a life-size Barbie doll.

The Doctor did the exam, then drew two vials of blood, took my measurements, and then it came time for him to perform the

gynecological

part.

Nurse Barbie put her hands on my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "That it will all be over soon, dear. Just take deep long breaths."

I did as she directed me. Doctor Bob finished after 15 minutes. He told me, "The blood he drew was to find out if there were any anomalies in my blood and to create a base for my medicine."

I was feeling wobbly for some reason. The nurse helped me get dressed.

She said, "I had a wonderful body," as she helped me get into my clothes.

I felt embarrassed because I have never thought of myself as pretty, maybe passible, average, not ever beautiful.

When we got back to the front office, she said that "Mr. Henson sent a car to bring me home."

I went to work the next day. My first appointment with the hypnotist was on Friday after work. He was only four floors up.

When I told Mr. Henson, I was worried about me paying the medical bills.

He said, "That was no problem since I have been here long enough to be covered by the company's insurance plan; I just have a small co-pay."

I felt relief with that. This is the best job I have ever had and a kind boss who cares about his employees.

Friday was a typical work day; the secretaries talked about their dates for the weekend during lunch then I was asked what I was doing.

I told them I would be watching the lifetime channel for some romantic movies. They looked at me like I was kidding.

Then one said, "you need to go out and have some sex, not watching the tube."

I nearly choked on my PB&J. She and the two others giggled and apologized for being so bold.

I finished work and went to see the hypnotist.

I walked in, again no one was in the waiting room.

His secretary could have been Nurse Barbie's sister except for raven-haired and long neon pink nails. She gave me a form to fill out. It was four single-spaced pages of questions. I started filling it out, and I noticed the same floral smell as at the Doctors office.

By the time I was ½ way through page 2, I was getting sleepy again, and the questions were starting to get very personal. Do I like sex more than three times a week, Do you enjoy others staring at your chest, and so on? I answered all the questions since he must need the information? By the time I finished the questionnaire, I have been there for an hour already. The secretary came out and walked me to the hypnotist's office. I was staring at her bum as we walked, and just like Nurse Barbie, her hips had a seductive power.

He introduced himself as Steve, and "He was informed about my migraines and will be happy to help me out."

I noticed the floral smell was more pungent here in his office.

He directed me, "To lie down and relax and to breathe deeply and to stare at a crystal he held above my head." Then, he talked about me sinking deeper and started to count down.

The next I knew, he told me to wake up.

"From your first session under, "I see that you have a very emotional and stressful personality. From your questionnaire, there are some emotional hang-ups we need to address. But with work and dedication, we can get you healthy and ways to release your stress."

"That is what you want, Bess?"

Sluggishly I felt like I was in a fog. Then, finally, I answered, "more than you can imagine."

He had a light chuckle and said, "I have quite the imagination."

He gave me one of those thick tall candles and told me to keep it lit while I was home. The floral sent is proven to help with relaxation,"

Then he asked, "If I had a Blue-Ray or a DVD player,"

I told him a Blue Ray. He nodded and gave me a disc.

"He told me to watch it at least an hour every night."

His secretary walked me from his office to the waiting room. I stared at her as we walked, and a thought came into my head. I think I like her ass. Ass? I never called it that before, but she did have a nice ass. When we got to the waiting room, the same driver as before was waiting for me and took me home.

I got home made some supper, and sat down to watch some tv. Then, I remembered about the candle and lit it up. After a while, I noticed it had similar sent as the offices but more bitter. Still a pleasant smell but sharp.

I watched a couple of movies and wished I could find a romantic man like on the shows. So I put the disk in and started watching it. It was a mixture of swirls and geometric shapes. Very colorful and a nice soundtrack. 2 hours later, I woke up drooling on myself. I must have been more tired than I thought. I turned off the player; then, I changed my clothes into my pajamas and went to sleep right away. I never remember my dreams since I don't; remember when, But I had vivid dreams almost bordering on the erotic.

The alarm went off when I sat up; my pajama top was open. I thought I buttoned it. It must have come loose when I was sleeping. I got up and dressed, made some breakfast moving the candle to my end table, and started to watch TNT, a Harry Potter marathon that was on.

I would look at the disk now and then, and ½ way through Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, I noticed Bellatrix Lestrange played by Helena Bonham Carter, on how beautiful she was. She was supposed to be scary, yet I found her strangely attractive.

I didn't notice I was putting the disk in till it slid in. Then, I thought, what the heck? I've seen the movie a handful of times and started to watch the disk. The colors were intense; they almost talked to me. I felt waves rock me with the calmness of the ocean, deep and relaxing. I woke up again and noticed it had been 3 hours since I put the disk in. I felt embarrassed; for some reason, I was wet between my legs. I heard of wet dreams, but that happens to a teen, not an adult. I got up to change my panties, and I noticed just how bland they all were.

I turned on the Lifetime channel. There was a movie about some prince in disguise to find a true love to marry. Bla Bla Bla I saw this type of movie a hundred times. Just get yourself, bimbo. You get dedication and constant sex.

What did I say?

No real woman would want to be like that. I then thought of Nurse Barbie and the secretary. Yes, you could say they looked like bimbos, but they had real jobs of importance, not air heads. They did look fantastic to me. I almost felt naughty with these thoughts.

I brought the candle to my bedroom, and I changed back to my pajamas and went to sleep. Again, the dreams were vivid. They weren't bordering on the erotic they were erotic.

The alarm went off. I sat up and was shocked I did not have my pajamas or panties on. Just what was going on with me in two days, my sleep is very restful, yet I have erotic dreams and disrobing. It was kind of scary yet exciting at the same time.

I don't know why I held off watching my disk as long as I could. I was physically tense, yet I wanted to play it. I put it in, and as soon as the swirls started, I felt better and more relaxed. I was drooling again but paid no heed to it. The disk was playing, and no one was around. I fell asleep in front of the tv. I woke up to the alarm going off in the bedroom. I got up. My clothing was in a pile on the couch next to me.

I was going to be late for work, I got in the shower, and instead of washing, I started to play with myself. I felt so alive. I know why women do this now. The water went cold, and I leaped out of the shower. As I was looking through my clothing for work, I noticed I dress like an old woman. I was so dull no wonder I don't attract men.... Or women. I blew out the candle and left.

I got to work, and everyone was there. I was late. Mr. Henson called me in. Since I was late, he was worried about me.

I told him that the taxis were almost impossible to hail this morning.

He understood, "life in the big city can be hectic. Then he told me to have a good day and get to work."

I was going through the documents when I realized I didn't watch my disk this morning. I had a feeling to look in my briefcase, and it was there. So I slipped it into the computer and watched it during lunch.

I woke up to Mr. Henson. He was lightly shaking me.

I could barely hear him saying my name. Did he say, Tiffany?

I apologized for falling asleep. When I said that, I felt the drool on my chin. He had a good chuckle

"I've fallen asleep too at work. It is ok, don't make it a habit."

The rest of the day went as usual. When work was over, I decided to go shopping. With my new position, I should look at least good. So I went to my regular stores, and they were all boring.

I left feeling rather sad since there was nothing I could find.

I walked a block, got myself a cab, and went home.

I lit the candle and stared at it: no tv, no radio, just the candle. I was trying to figure out what to wear. Nothing was coming to my mind. Finally, I stopped and realized it was getting late.

I put my disk, and I fell asleep. My dreams were vivid again.

I woke to the alarm in the other room, I bolted up, and my clothes and panties were on the floor. Again? My appointment with Steve was today, so I'll mention the dreams and losing my clothing while I slept.

Work went well. Doctor Bob came in at noon to give me my medicine.

I told him I would have come to your office. So you need not have brought them to me.

"Oh, don't worry, he said. Benny "Mr. Henson" is a good friend we are going to lunch with our wives.

They went to college together. Now take 1 in the morn and two at night. In a bit, the hypnotism with the pills will make those migraines slip away. Benny's wife Bubbles says she is a new woman."

I commented, "Bubbles is her name?"

He had a good laugh. "No, Bubbles' given name is Georgette. But she hated that name, so she came up with Bubbles."

"Well, I can't keep Benny and the girls waiting; I will see you in a week."

He left, and I thought Bubbles such a strange name you would choose for others to call you.

But it's her life. So she can be called whatever she likes as long her husband says it, ok?

That is weird. I am a semi-feminist; I shouldn't think that way. Yet it is the truth most women listen to their man as though he is the end all be all, in all things that truly mattered.

Five o'clock came around, and I almost ran to get to my appointment.

I sat in the waiting room, listening to the music and breathing the air in deep.

The secretary came and brought me to the office.

I made the comment I liked her clothing.

She thanked me, saying, "It was hard to find a tailor who can handle her measurements."

I asked her where it was.

"I can't tell, dear, it is an exclusive underground clothing store. The tailor will only see you after he checks you out. I will give him your name, and we can see. Although if you want to change your style, I have a place for you. "

Steve was writing on his laptop and looked up when he finished.

I was still standing at the door since I did not want to break his train of thought. His work was essential, and I'm just a patient he has seen only once.

He smiled at me and told me, "To lie down on the couch again."

I was starting to mention my dreams, and disrobing, he hushed me putting his finger to my lips.

"He will find out during the session."

He started counting down, spinning the crystal. Then he was counting me out.

I felt more relaxed than last time.

Steve explained, "I was working through some sexual hang-ups that I have had my whole life."

"I have been repressing myself, and your mind is working it out in your sleep."

"The shower incident is not unheard of since I don't have sex. This is the way your body tries to relieve its self of that stress."

"Not only do you have mental stress but also physical stress. That is why the previous medication never fully worked. So in a way, your sexuality is starting to emerge."

I was shocked. I have heard the body can store stress, but enough cause this?

"Here is another disk; play it at least 2 hour's a day more is better. Do you need a replacement candle?"

I nodded meekly. I took my candle and disk then the secretary walked me out. She slipped me an address as we walked to the waiting room. The driver was waiting patiently for me.

I was home for a while, and I felt the familiar pain building up. I called Mr. Henson's call service and explained I wouldn't be in the next day. I brought my disk player to the bedroom. If I'm going to fall asleep watching it, I might as well be comfortable. My original candle was getting low, so I blew it out and lit my new one. This one had a lavender smell still sharp but pleasant.

I put the new disk in, turned it on. My alarm went off, and I sat up in bed and felt the need to watch my disk. Again, the patterns were different, and the soundtrack was another kind of hipper.

My eyes, I could feel them fighting the images; the pain flowed from pain to relaxation. So I watched for 2 hours, turned it off, and went back to sleep.

My dreams were different; I can't say how but I physically feel different. I woke with the blankets off the bed and being nude. My hair was still moist from sweat. Steve said this was normal since I am working through some issues, so I'm not worried. He is an important man who knows more than I about such things.

I took my shower, and I started playing with myself. It was glorious; how did I never this before. I felt so relaxed and stimulated. The water got cold. I got out of my shower, toweled off. Put on a t-shirt and sweats, picked up my candle, and went to my laptop. I logged in to the office mainframe and started proofreading.

One girl seems to excel in mistakes. So I went through all her work from the last week with a more critical eye and made a mental note to follow her work more intensely. It started a couple of days ago, not bad, and just today, she was worse.

Lunch came, so I logged off and made myself my standard PB&J. It tasted bland today. I wanted to watch my disk, but that meant going to the bedroom. Well, it is lunchtime, and I'm not on a clock. So I need to figure out where I will watch my disk regularly living room or bedroom.

I sat on my bed and turned it on. I felt my eyes fighting it again, almost like I was cross-eyed at times. I did not fall asleep again. For some reason, the patterns drew me in; I heard a voice. It was barely audible, but I knew it was saying something to me, not a general message since I heard Bess. Then I heard Tiffany? I made a mental note to tell Steve about it.

I logged back on, and I had a DM from Mr. Henson. He just wanted to let me know I was missed and to take the next day off also. He wanted his best employee to be in excellent shape. I replied to thank him, and I will be in the office on Wednesday. I finished up with my work. Unfortunately, the girl has made more mistakes. If this continues, I will have to bring it up with Mr. Henson. Ours is an essential job for all of us, Especially Mr. Henson.

It is his reputation at stake. I will not allow some stupid girl to besmirch the man who took an interest in me, cared for my health, and every comfort I received from him. He is a significant man, which is why I got this position to protect him from a stupid girl.

It was late, so I logged off and went to the kitchen. Everything looked bland. Nothing sparked an interest, so I went through my take-out menus. They all looked dull. Finally, I found one I did not remember getting. Some delivery boy might have put the menu under the door. Restaurants would advertise that way if someone on the floor ordered from them.

I did not fully understand the writing, but the corresponding dishes had pictures. So I called them and got a number 4. It looked delicious. While I waited, I brought the disk player back to the living room and set it back up.