After leaving the company of the girls, Paul wandered off, though he soon had to remove his shoes from his smaller feet, he couldn't walk in them properly due to them being too big and he didn't want to to trip and smash his head on a shelf of anything. His socks too were too big, but he left them on, since he knew the hard floor of the store would be very cold... and dirty. He took care of his feet, and he didn't want to get them dirty. As he rounded the corner onto an aisle, Elizabeth was standing there making a note of some shampoo inventory. "Oh, hey poppet." She smiled at Paul, who was now shorter than her, due to her wearing her usual heels.
"Hi Elizabeth. Um... by chance is there any spare boots or shoes upstairs in the Training Room? These are too big." Paul mumbled, holding up his shoes.
"But you just got those didn't you?" Elizabeth questioned, frowning a little. It was one of her jobs to make sure the company didn't overspend, including uniform and such things. "There might be a women's pair upstairs I think that were Natasha's until she left."
"Well, they're not much different are they?" Paul asked, tensing his dainty toes slightly in his socks.
"No, not terribly, and besides, you do have small feet for a guy." Elizabeth chuckled, looking down. "If I remember correctly Natasha was a similar shoe size to you." She continued. What are you... a 6 or a 7?"
Paul nodded. "Somewhere about there." He then winced a little, moving a hand to his stomach. Elizabeth immediately recognized the behavior.
"Come on then poppet. And er.. is there anything you'll need?" Elizabeth asked, as she stopped writing and lowered her clipboard.
Paul blushed slightly, even though Elizabeth experienced the same problem every month. He was a guy and therefore there was a bit of extra embarrassment to let one of his bosses know he was on his period. There was no blunt announcement of the fact as there had been to Claire and Michelle a short while ago. "I could do with a... um... a sanitary towel, or maybe just a tampon." He said quietly, as not to be heard by anyone else.
"I've got a pack in my handbag love, no worries. And there's nothing to be embarrassed about. You are how nature intended you to be." Elizabeth smiled, patting Paul's arm. She didn't know how wrong that statement was. A certain fun-loving fairy was the reason Paul was now half male and half female. Paul returned the smile and then followed the assistant manager upstairs. On the way he couldn't help but admire her nylon-covered legs and her pert ass wiggling in her skirt. Paul felt his pussy tingling slightly, getting wetter. For some reason being on his period always made him hornier than usual. He was just glad his arousal wasn't evident, as it was with the rest of his male co-workers when they got turned on.
Paul's working relationship with his colleagues was a bit of a roller coaster in this new reality. He found talking to his male co-workers was awkward most of the time, as he actually had more in common with the female staff members. He'd wanted to take part in sports during high school, but he didn't have the leg power to make it in the football team, and even his time on the school athletics field had been very forgetful. In the end he'd had to make do with being on the school's mixed-gender softball team. All things considered, he'd enjoyed his time in school. His reminiscing suddenly ended as Elizabeth's voice snapped him out of his little bout of daydreaming. "Poppet, here they are." She said, passing him the sensible black shoes Natasha had worn when she had worked at Wilko.
"Oh, thanks. They look like they'd fit me better." Paul smiled, nodding in approval.
"No problem love, now, put those on while I pop into the office and get you a tampon. She said, before walking out of the Training Room.
Paul sat his plush ass down in a hard, red chair and sighed, wiggling his painted toes in his socks again. He then whipped said socks off, revealing his smooth, soft feminine feet. "Can't wear you anymore, sorry." He mumbled, talking to his discarded socks. He then bent over, folded up the bottoms of his trouser legs and slipped his slender feet into the shoes Elizabeth had provided and tied the laces. They were a snug fit, not perfect, but close to it. "Oh, that's better." Paul sighed again in relief. But then just as he bent over again and Elizabeth walked back into the room... his trousers split a little down the back... exposing a glimpse of his equally stretched, checkered boxer shorts. He closed his eyes and grumbled under his breath, while Elizabeth just smirked a little.
"Here's the tampon. But I don't think I have a needle and thread in my handbag too, sorry."
"It's not a big rip, don't worry." Paul grumbled, his hand moving around to his expansive rear as he stood up again.
"Okay, well, just return to work when you've taken care of your other issue." Elizabeth smiled, gesturing to the tampon in Paul's hand. She then left and went back down to the shop floor to resume her own duties.
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