Contrast in the office



  Mary Cody was not a woman to be trifled with.  At 51 years of age, she 
had been widowed 10 years and had learned to provide for herself after a 
life of dependence on Mr. Cody.  Though small in stature, only 4'11" and 
84 pounds, she was nevertheless a commanding presence.  As a supervisor 
in a state office, she was not your typical civil service worker.  When 
a job was to be done, it was to be done right. No excuses. That was the 
standard she applied to herself, as well as to those around her.  While 
she was never mean to her co-workers and had never even raised her voice 
at them, she commanded and demanded complete respect.  If Mrs. Cody told 
someone to do something, it was done quickly and properly. 
      She also dressed differently than those around her.  While the 
dress code in the office was somewhat casual, Mrs. Cody always looked 
the part of a big city corporate executive.  Her suits were of the 
finest materials and looked as though they had been custom tailored.  
      One day at the begining of the summer, a young girl fresh out of 
high school was assigned to work under Mrs. Cody.  Her name was also 
Mary, but that was where the similarity between the two ended.  Mary 
Smith was the tallest woman Mrs. Cody had ever met.  She didn't even 
know how tall Mary was, but she found herself having to crane her neck 
up to talk to her.  There was not even a man in the office as  tall as 
Mary.  She was pretty also, and had an engaging personality that put 
people at ease after they got over their initial surprise at her sheer 
size. 
      Mary was a smart kid, but this was her first office job.   Mrs 
Cody liked her personality and felt it would be the right thing to take 
her under her wing and help her out.  She had seen too many new people 
made miserable by petty office politics and knew that Mary would not 
realize when she was being taken advantage of.  When word spread that 
Mary was in the protective custody, so to speak, of Mrs. Cody, she would 
be spared the usual b.s.  Noone played office politics with Mrs. Cody, 
or with anyone close enough to her that Mrs. Cody might intervene.  
Noone could remember any specific incident where ofice politics had 
backfired when used with her, but everyone seemed to instinctively know 
that it would be an unwise battle to fight.  
      On Mary's first day on the job, she was dressed in jeans and 
sneakers. 
 Mrs. Cody felt that that was inappropriate for the office.  It didn't 
technically violate work rules, but it just wasn't right.  Mrs. Cody 
took her aside that first day and told her she should not wear jeans and 
sneakers to the office if she wanted to be regarded seriously by others.   
      "I'm sorry, Mam, I know you're right", said Mary, "but I have to."  
      "What do you mean you have to?"  
      "I'm just too big for normal women's clothes and shoes, and I 
can't afford tailoring and oversized shoes." 
      Mrs. Cody looked up at the big girl and saw her lip quivering as 
if she were about to cry.  
      "I have.........I have........to wear mens clothes and shoes most 
of the time.  Does this mean I can't work here?" 
      Mrs. Cody felt awful.  She just hadn't even considered that big 
women have just as hard a time finding appropriate clothes as do small 
women. Now she had this poor girl on the verge of tears from having 
revealed something she was obviously embarrassed about as well as 
fearing she was going to lose her first real job before she even 
started.  She took the big girl's hand in hers and told her she was 
sorry and of course she wouldnt lose her job.  
      "You can wear jeans and sneakers, honey.  Just use common sense 
and dress as appropriately as you can.  O.K.?  Now. take a couple 
minutes in the ladies room to compose yourself.  Don't let the others 
see you upset on your first day." 
     "Oh, Thank you so much , Mrs Cody.  I'll repay you for your 
kindness.  I'll be the best trainee you've ever seen.  I promise" 
      "You' re welcome.  Now, scat!  I've got work to do." 
      As the young girl left, Mrs. Cody found herself pondering the 
unusual sensation she had just experienced when she took Mary's's one 
hand in her two hands.  She was a bit taken aback by the sheer size of 
the girl's hand.  It seemed twice the size of hers and she sensed 
enourmous power in this great big girl.  But she also sensed much 
tenderness and gentleness in her.  It was a very odd feeling she had, 
one that she couldn't put a finger on, one she couldn't remember 
experiencing before.  It was a bit scary actually, but all in all, not 
unpleasant.  Stop daydreaming and get back to work, she said to herself 
silently.  And so she did. 


Weeks passed without incident and Mary was exactly as she had promised 
to be, the best trainee Mrs. Cody ever had. She geninely liked the girl. 
Occasionally, when they would stand close to one another, Mrs. Cody 
would feel somewhat intimidated by Mary's size, and she felt 
uncomfortable. She had been intimidated by big people in the past 
(thoough she never allowed it to show), but her feelings when she was 
near Mary were somehow different. She thought about that now and then, 
but couldn't quite get a grip on just what the feeling was. About a 
month after she started to work, Mary came to work one morning in a 
dress. Her hair was done up and she was wearing those chunky platform 
heels the kids wear these days, adding another 4 inches to her already 
statuesque form. The dress was a bright floral print, with the hem just 
above the knee. As she walked through the office that morning, she 
created quite a stir. One man spilled his coffee as she walked past him 
and poor old Dave , who's only 5 ft. 2 and a known lecher, walked 
himself straight into the copier . Mary didn't seem to notice any of 
them. She came straight to Mrs. Cody and asked to speak with her in 
private. They went into a room and closed the door and Mary just 
squealed with delight as she twirled around, displaying her new look. 
"Now that I'm making money I could afford to buy this. It's from a tall 
gals' catolog and it cost a hundred dollars, but its worth it. I've 
never felt so pretty and feminine, and I never would have done it if you 
hadn't talked to me about the way I was dressing. Thank you so much!" 
"Oh, im sure you would have gotten something pretty with or without me 
Mary", replied Mrs. Cody, getting that uncomfortable feeling again. Mary 
twirled around again, and asked , "Well, what do you think?" 
"You're....... I mean it's..........uh............very beautiful" She 
was stammering and for the life of her she didn't know why. She felt 
like she just had to get out of that room, but on the other hand, she 
wanted very much to stay. Before she could say another word, she found 
herself high in the air in the grips of a huge bear hug, courtesy of 
Mary. She squeezed her so hard she couldn't breathe for a second and 
Mary just whispered in her ear, "Thank you." Before she knew what hit 
her, Mrs. Cody was back on the ground looking up, way up, at the pretty 
young girl who had just handled her like a bag of groceries. "Oh geez, 
Mrs Cody. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. Am I in trouble?" 
Taking a moment to re-adjust her clothing, Mrs. Cody stepped back and 
was about to lay into Mary for acting very inappropriately in the 
office, to her own boss no less. People just do not go around picking up 
their bosses. She tried, but the words just wouldn't come out. "No, 
thats ok honey,. Nobody saw it, I hope. And i'll just forget it ever 
happened. Now get to work" "Yes , mam" , Mary said as she turned and 
left. As she watched Mary walk out the door and down the hall it occured 
to her that she would likely never forget that it happened. She also 
felt that uncomfortable feeling again, more intense than ever, but it 
didn't seem at all uncomfortable anymore. Just then she remembered when 
she had felt it before. It was when she was 14 years old and had a crush 
on the 17 year old captain of the football team. Whenever he was near 
her she would get the same feeling she was getting around Mary. 
"Ridiculous", she mumbled to herself, "I must need a vacation." Mrs. 
Cody got very little work done that day. The feeling of Mary's powerful 
arms around her and the sweet smell of her hair kept intruding into her 
thoughts. By day's end, she was finally able to shut those thoughts out 
and she decided would never allow herself to think about it again. That 
night, Mary picked Mrs.Cody up again, but Mrs. Cody was dreaming this 
time. 



As the next few weeks passed, Mary still wore her men's jeans and 
sneakers to work, but about once a week she showed up with a new blouse 
or skirt, and even a suit one day. Mrs. Cody was very pleased with her. 
She was not only doing a wondeful job, she was develpoing into a woman 
with class and confidence. She was proud of her. That "feeling" kept 
rearing its head inside Mrs. Cody, however. She would quickly dismiss it 
when she recognized it, but she had no power to prevent its sudden 
emergence. Some of Mary's new outfits prominently displayed what had 
been somewhat hidden in her casual mens' clothes. She had a very full 
bustline and certain outfits made no secret of it. She never flaunted 
it, never showed cleavage, but Mrs. Cody noticed. She had always been 
somewhat self conscious about her own very small chest. She had always 
worn padded bras, just to bring her bust line to an apparent A cup. In 
reality, what she needed was a training bra, but she refused to consider 
such a thing. When she found herself near Mary when Mary wore a form 
revealing outfit, she felt very uneasy. She was intimidated by the young 
girl's big breasts and felt like a little girl with her big sister. It 
aggravated her to feel this way, but again she could not prevent the 
feeling, she could only banish it when it appeared. One day Mary 
appeared at work wearing a proffessional looking pair of slacks and a 
pretty yellow cotton sweater, which accented her every curve. Mrs. Cody 
said good morning and watched the young girl head to her desk. Something 
was different about her, but Mrs. Cody couldn't put a finger on it. 
Then, as Mary sat down at her desk, Mrs. Cody noticed the movement of 
her breasts and it hit her. "She has no bra on!" she thought to herself. 
She was angry. She sharply called Mary's name and just pointed to the 
inner office. She walked in and Mary followed, closing the door behind 
her. "Yes, Mrs. Cody?" "Do you think it's appropriate to come to work 
without your underwear, young lady?" "I'm sorry, mam. I was hoping no 
one would notice. You see, I almost never wear a bra unless I'm coming 
to work. I overslept this morning and just plumb forgot to put one on. I 
realized it in the car on the way here, but if I went back home I would 
have been late. I thought it would be more important for me to be on 
time. Do you want me to go home and get one?" "Not right now, but at 
lunch time. And don't be a minute late returning. I know you live close 
by. " "Yes, mam. I'm so sorry I keep letting you down. It won't happen 
again." "Good. Now get to work." "Yes, mam", she said as she turned to 
leave. Mrs. Cody started to follow her but, just before they reached the 
door, Mary stopped and turned around, causing Mrs. Cody to bump face 
first into her big left breast. "Oh, geez, I'm sorry Mrs. Cody. I didnt 
mean to bump into you. I just wanted to say..." Mrs. Cody stepped back 
three full steps so she could look up at Mary's face without craning her 
neck. She was a bit flustered but composed herself in a split second and 
asked, with a touch of annoyance in her voice, "Yes?....What?" "I just 
.........I just.........wanted to say that......well.........I'm glad it 
was you who noticed." And she winked. She didn't wait for a response. 
She just turned on her heels and went to her desk, leaving Mrs. Cody 
momentarily speechless and unsure what to make of the girl's statement. 
What she didn't realize as she left the room was that her face had 
errupted into a beet red blush. Mary noticed. That night, Mrs. Cody 
dreamt of being held in Susan's arms, her face pressed up against the 
warm soft mass of her left breast, wondering what it would feel like 
without that damn yellow sweater. 



When Mrs. Cody awoke the next morning, she had a vague memory of her 
dream about Mary. She couldn't remember the details, but she recalled a 
warm. Safe feeling being with Mary. She didn't identify it as sexual at 
all. Rather, the feeling was more akin to laying in her mother's arms. 
She chuckled to herself and thought it was a crazy dream. She was 51 
years old and Mary was 19. Her own children were older than Mary. It was 
just silly. She dressed and went to work. When she arrived, Mary was 
there early making coffee. It would be fifteen minutes before anyone 
else arrived. Mary was dressed in a new outfit again. This time it was a 
short but professional looking skirt, high heeled pumps, a scooped neck 
top and a jacket to match her skirt. She was stunning, Mrs. Cody 
thought. Her tastes in clothes were maturing already and she did not 
look at all like a 19 year old. She looked like a polished executive 
woman in her late twenties, ready to take on the world. "I'll bring you 
your coffee Mrs. Cody," Mary volunteered immediately. "Thank you dear, 
that would be nice." A few minutes later, Mary walked into Mrs. Cody's 
office and placed a Styrofoam cup of coffee on her desk. Mrs. Cody was 
looking the other way pulling some files from a drawer. When she turned 
around, she dint see the coffee and tossed the files right on top of it, 
spilling coffee all over her desk. "Oh, my God!" shouted Mary, "I'm so 
sorry. I should have warned you that was there. I'll get some paper 
towels. Don't let it get on you now." Mary returned immediately with a 
roll of paper towels and started to wipe down the desk. Mrs. Cody just 
sat in her chair , pulled back from the desk a bit, watching. She knew 
she should have gotten up and done something, but something made her 
just sit right where she was. As Mary leaned over the desk, her full 
bosom came into view. Mrs. Cody could see her pale soft breasts almost 
to the nipples, which were barely covered by the top of a lacy white 
bra. She tried to look away, but was transfixed. She was snapped back to 
the real world with Mary's cheerful announcement that all was done and 
that she'd get her another cup of coffee now. When she returned, Mrs. 
Cody was standing and Mary brought the coffee to her, but again set it 
on the desk rather than handing it to Mrs. Cody. Mary's mood was 
different than it had been just moments earlier. "Mrs. Cody, something 
just happened that I think we need to discuss. I wasn't going to say 
anything at first, but you've been so helpful to me explaining when I've 
been unprofessional, I think I should do the same with you." Mrs. Cody 
was perplexed and hoped Mary wasn't talking about what she thought she 
was talking about. "What happened, Dear?" Mary stepped closer so that 
she was only inches from Mrs. Cody, who tried to back up, but found the 
desk in her way. She craned her neck up and started to fear the young 
girl. "You were just staring down my blouse at my breasts. Did you think 
I wouldn't notice? Do you think that's very professional? If it were 
anyone but you I'd be filing sexual harassment charges right now. I 
think you owe me an apology Mrs. Cody." "But...but.. No, I wasn't..... 
You're mistaken..." She was caught red handed and didn't know what to 
say. She felt like crying. At that moment, she felt Mary's hands grab 
her under her armpits and she was lifted to the height of Mary's face, 
her little feet dangling below her. She squirmed in protest, succeeding 
only in losing her shoes. Mary looked her dead in the eye and said "I 
gave you more credit than I should have I guess. I never expected you to 
lie about it like a naughty little girl to her mother. Now acknowledge 
what you did and apologize. I will accept your apology and this will be 
over. If you continue to lie, you will be punished. Now what will it 
be?" Mrs. Cody started to cry. She did feel like a naughty little girl 
who'd been caught by her mother. She didn't know what to do. Mary 
started counting backwards from 5. By the time she got to one, Mrs. Cody 
broke down and cried , "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I looked down your blouse." 
"That's better little one", Mary said with a kind tone as she set the 
now stocking footed Mrs. Cody on her feet again. Without the additional 
2 1/2 inches her shoes gave her, she was truly dwarfed by Mary now. She 
felt five years old. Mary chuckled. "My, my. You really are tiny, aren't 
you? I think you're adorable. By the way, If you wanted to see my 
breasts, all you had to do was ask." With that, Mary kissed Mrs. Cody on 
top of her head and walked out the door. As she left, she said over her 
shoulder, "Better freshen up, little one. You don't want the others to 
see that you've been upset." Mary chuckled to herself as she watched the 
tiny Mrs. Cody scramble to the ladies room before 50 other workers saw 
her crying. 


    A few days passed during which Mrs. Cody consciously avoided Mary.   
She simply didn't know how to face her.  On Friday,  at the end of the 
day, Mrs. Cody thought she was the last one in the office, as she 
usually is, and went to retruieve her purse from her desk.  When she 
entered her private office, she was surprised to find Mary sitting in 
her chair, with her legs up on the desk.  She had on yet another new 
outfit, a very professional looking navy suit with a faIrly short skirt,  
white blouse and high heeled pumps.  With her legs on the desk, the 
skirt had ridden way up on her thigh and Mrs. Cody was amazed that 
anyone's legs could be that long.  Her initial shock wore off and she 
decided she better put up a good front.  

    "Mary Smith!   Get your legs off my desk and your butt out of my 
chair this instant!" 

    The young girl didn't move.  She did not even acknowledge the 
command.  "You've been avoiding me all week Mrs. Cody.    Otter people 
have noticed also.  I can understand why, but it has to stop.  Since our 
last ...er...discussion, I think you'll agree the nature of our 
relationship has changed, am I right?"   Mrs. Cody was too dumbfounded 
to answer.  Mary waited a few seconds and then stood up and walked to a 
point directly in front of Mrs. Cody.  Mrs. Cody felt so tiny and 
vulnerable, she was afraid to look up. 
 Mary put a finger under her chin and tilted her head back so they were 
looking in each other's eyes.  "Answer me." 
    
    "Yyyes", stammered Mrs. Cody.  

    "Good, I'm glad we're on the same wave length.  Now here's how it's 
going to be from now on."  Still holding her finger under her chin,  
Mary continued.  "I plan on being the youngest supervisor this office 
has ever had.  I will have you to thank in large part for that.  I was 
sitting in your chair because it will be mine in 6 months.  I was 
flirting with that old fool Murphy yesterday and let him take me to 
lunch.    He's retiring in 6 months and you will be his replacement.  
Congratulations!  He said only the Commissioner knows that and that I 
should keep it under my hat, but I'm sure you would want to know.  
Anyway, the first thing you will do after your promotion is to promote 
your own successor to this job..  I've already researched it and it will  
be entirely within your discretion to choose anyone you deem fit.  Do 
you know who you will pick?" 

    Mrs. Cody was still afraid of Mary, but she was happy at the news of 
the promotion.  It sounded just like Murphy to try to show off to a girl 
a third his age by giving her confidential information in the hopes of 
getting a little, but he had no idea everyone thought he was just an old 
fool.  She was thinking about that and didn't respond quickly to the 
question.   

    "ANSWER ME MARY!".  That was the first time the girl had ever 
addressed her by her first name.  The fear returned as strong as ever.  
"But you don't have the experience to do this job.  You don't know what 
I know.  Maybe someday you will, but not yet." 

    "You have six months to teach me.  I will know what I need to know 
by then.  And if I need help from above after I'm in, you will give it 
to me.  In the meantime, I will continue to treat you with all the 
respect your position commands when we are in the presence of others 
from the office.  However, when we are alone,  I will be in charge.  You 
will do as I tell you to do and you will address me either as Miss Smith 
or Mam.  Is that understood Mary?" 

    Mrs. Cody felt all her will leaving her and was shocked when she 
heard herself say "Yes, Mam." 

    "Good girl.  Now as a reward I'm going to help you learn to dress in 
a way that suits the real you,  just as you helped me.  Dressing like an 
executive has really helped me express and project what I really am, a 
very tall, strong, intelligent and dominant woman.  When I dress the 
part, people react to me that way.  You do it yourself, but its not the 
real you.  My aunt owns a little boutique downtown that has just what 
you need to express the real you when you're not at work.  I work the 
counter on Saturdays.  I told my aunt about you and she said I could 
bring you in after closing and buy anything you want at her cost.  It's 
called Sheila's Boutique.  Its on the corner of Main and Second.  We 
close at 6 o'clock.  You be there at 615.  Understand?" 

    To her utter amazement, Mrs. Cody simply nodded and said "Yes, Mam." 

    "Good girl"  Before she knew what was happening, Mrs. Cody's feet 
were leaving the floor again, Mary's huge hands wrapped around her rib 
cage, her thumbs on her breasts.  Mary kissed her on the forehead and 
then squeezed her breasts with her thumbs.  "HHHMM, padded bra.  That 
what I thought. We'll have just the right things for you.  See you 
tomorrow."  With that, she put her back on the floor and walked out the 
door.  Mrs. Cody noticed that she had to duck a little to pass under the 
door opening as she left.  She promptly went home and cried herself to 
sleep. 

    The whole next day, Mrs. Cody tried to piece together what had 
happened.  Had she really just let this girl take over her life?  It 
must have been a dream.  Even if it was real, it certainly couldn't 
continue.  She was certainly not going to install her in a position that 
took her years of hard work to achieve.  She had no intention of going 
to that boutique or doing anything else that big bully told her to do.  
She kept telling herself that all afternoon as she changed clothes 5 
times, not knowing what to wear when she went.  She couldn't explain it, 
but she couldn't resist it either.  She settled on a simple blue skirt 
and white blouse with pantyhose and her highest heeled pumps. She drove 
downtown and found the boutique.  As she saw the store sign, her heart 
sank. 

    SHEILA'S BOUTIQUE 

FINE CLOTHES FOR CHILDREN 

    Mrs. Cody's first instinct was to hit the gas and drive right by.  
She couldn't do it though.  As she sat there realizing that Mary 
intended to have her wear children's clothes, a flood of memories came 
back to her.  She grew up in a strict, austere family, where frivolity 
was simply not tolerated.  As a teenager and even until she was 21, when 
she got married, she was never allowed to wear adult clothes.  Her first 
adult dress was her wedding gown.  Her mother very simply reasoned that 
it was foolish to spend a lot of money for adult clothes and then more 
money to have them altered, when children's clothes were far cheaper and 
fit her right off the rack.  Her frustrations at wanting to feel like an 
adult were of no consequence.  She remembered vividly going shopping for 
clothes with her mother and younger sister Debbie, when she was 18 years 
old and Debbie was 12.  Debbie was already head and shoulders taller 
than her and 50 pounds heavier.  After spending hours shopping for a 
school wardrobe for Debbie in the women's department, they trotted off 
to the little girls department for her things.  She was humiliated as 
her baby sister picked out things for her to try on and treated her like 
she was the child, rather than vice-versa.  Their relationship 
permanently changed that day and Debbie always acted like the older 
sister thereafter. 

    She then remembered her husband, a stern man from the other side and 
10 years her senior, picked for her by her father, agreeing with her 
mother that children's  clothes were the way to go.  During the whole 
marriage, which lasted 20 years until his death, he regarded her as 
little more than a child in every way imaginable.  By the time she was 
40 years old, she didn't own 3 pieces of adult clothing.  She never had 
any authority over anyone, including her own two daughters, who started 
treating her like a child, just like their father did, once they reached 
12 years old and outgrew her. She had never known any other way and had 
just learned to accept her lot in life.  She felt like the perpetual 
child everyone seemed to think she was and derived comfort from the 
security that came with accepting that role. 

    When her husband died, however, she knew things had to change.  She 
vowed never to allow anyone to view her as a child again and never to 
wear children's clothes again.  If she was going to succeed in the world 
as a woman on her own, she would have to put her childlike image away 
forever.  The first thing she did when she got the insurance money was 
to spend over two thousand dollars on fine women's clothes, altered to 
fit her perfectly.  She literally burned every piece of children's 
clothes she owned in a barrel in the backyard. Never again, she swore.  
She was about to learn the lesson of never saying never. 

    For a reason still unknown to her, she knew she was about to submit 
herself to the will of a girl younger than her own children, who wanted 
to make a child out of her again.  She strained against it, but the more 
she thought about it, the more she realized that she did miss the 
feeling of security and peacefulness she had when she allowed herself to 
be treated like a child for her first 40 years.  Perhaps the younger 
Mary was even smarter than she realized.  Perhaps the real Mary Cody was  
a child after all and allowing that side of her to come ut when she 
wasn't at work would ease the conflicts she had inside her.  As she 
thought about all this, she also found it odd that while she knew that 
this would lead to a sexual encounter with another woman, something she 
had never even thought about before in her whole life, she was strangely 
at peace with the idea.  In fact, the thought made her tingle with goose 
bumps. 

        Well, she thought to herself, its now or never.  Her watch said 
615 exactly.  She got out of her car and walked across the street to the 
store.  As she approached the door, it opened and out walked a beautiful 
woman who filled the space of the door entirely.  Reflexively looking 
down, she saw that this enormous woman was wearing flat soled shoes.  
After almost knocking Mrs. Cody over,  she apologized and said "Why you 
must be Mary, the little lady my Mary has been telling me about.  I'm 
Sheila. Welcome.  Feel free to buy anything you want and Mary will give 
you the discount she discussed with you."  Looking  over her shoulder 
into the store, Sheila shouted into the back, "Mary, your little friend 
is here.  And hey, I agree, she is simply adorable!"  With that, she 
stepped past Mrs. Cody, patted her on the head and winked good bye. 

    As the door closed behind her, Mary came out from the back room, 
wearing short cut off denims, a tank top that left her belly exposed and 
chunky platform shoes that had to be 6 inches high.  There was no 
turning back now.