Transvestia

"There's a first time---for everything."

"Goodmorning girls!" Jim Thaxton said as he briskly entered the office. It was all part of his routine. Each morning he would ent- er late, give the good morning signal, stride past the half-dozen secretaries in the pool and closet himself in his own private office. Jim's office was second on the line and it didn't take too much effort to get there; in fact, he actually navigated without even looking up at the secretaries he was talking to---or so it seemed.

This morning he looked up briefly, staring straight into the eyes of the young girl placing her coat on the rack near his office. She blushed faintly, turned away and demurely pretended not to no- tice him. Without pausing, Jim continued to his office and closed the door behind him.

This ordeal now over, the office seemed to relax. Mild bits of conversation broke out between the girls as they settled into the day's work. The girl at the coat rack walked over to the front desk and began to explain her reason for being there:

"The agent sent me over..."

"What agency was that now, honey?" Jane broke in. It was too early in the morning to begin thinking; anyway it might be the advertising or travel agency. No such luck this morning though,

“Why, ah I have the card here, somewhere." She fished in her pocketbook for a moment and came up with a white slip marked "Doris Johnson Agency introduces Anne Hughes."

“Oh, yes," said Jane, “I'm sorry but your agency should have told you, honey, we filled that job over a month ago.

The girl looking very confused, turned scarlet. Nervously, she confessed, "The agency said to talk with Mr. Moore..that he would probably know of someplace here." Feeling relieved Anne waited for her reply.

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