Top Journalist Pt 9
“I look ridiculous,” said Terry
Amy, Terry’s youngest daughter said, “You look pretty daddy.”
We all started laughing, I must admit he did turn out better than I thought he would.
“What happened to the nurses costume I picked?”
“Im sorry Mr Flynn, but they didnt have any nurses costumes left,”
I was lying, I didnt like the nurses costumes, so when I saw the Shania Twain costume from the video of “Man I Feel Like A Woman” I couldnt wait to see him in it, the kids were a big help, Amy kept saying how pretty he looked and I think Anna (His Eldest) couldn't wait to try the costume on herself, she told her father, “Oh daddy you have great legs I love the short skirt, please wear it for the New Year’s Eve Party”
What could he do he loved his kids and could never disappoint them?
It was so weird to see Terry dressed as a woman, I w
Top Journalist Pt 8
My name is Brianna, its not my real name,
My real name is Brian, I have gone undercover to get this story
I am a reporter for the Detroit News,
I am covering a story about Sexual Harassment in the workplace,
This is for the protection of all women out there.
When I got to work on day 2 of my investigation into sexual harassment, I was suddenly surrounded by a dozen or more women, now normally, I would love to have been in the middle of these gorgeous women, but under these circumstances I didnt know what to think, Until......
They stated singing!
Terry stepped forward and said, “Im sorry Brianna this wasnt my idea, the girls found out it was your birthday from your online profile from your FaceBook page”
I felt so stupid, hamming it up for the pictures but if I didnt play along they would know it was all a scam, so here I am wearing a pink tiara, blowing a pink paper trumpet, and a cake that says Happy
Top Journalist Pt 7
As I entered P.J’s office I did a girlie spin in front of his desk, and in my new girlie voice I said, “So how do I look?”
“Can I help you miss?” Was the reply.
“Its me boss, Its Brian” He took a double take and stood up “Is that really you?
“Ok just sit down and lets get to business,” I sat in the chair closest to his desk, and crossed my legs, as I crossed them I looked in the mirror at P.J. he was staring at them, and when I looked back at myself I noticed the hem on my skirt had ridden up as I sat down, and I was showing more leg than a lady should, I pulled the hem down and he turned to look away, but it was obvious he had got a sneaky peek.
Even though he knew I was a man he couldnt help himself, staring at my legs, were all men like this? I thought about it and realized I had done the same thing myself, but I had never been caught, or had I?
“Ok Brian, I just have to say what a
Brian was the top journalist in Chicago, he worked for the biggest publication in the city, he had won so many awards, but the one award that eluded him was the biggest, the Pulitzer Prize, he searched all over the world to get the article that could get him into the running, but nothing looked worthy.
One day while searching his files he started reaserching the biggest trends, hoping to find something he could write about to gain the elusive award, after hours of searching he was about to give up, when he saw something that caught his eye.
Woman accuses man of Sexual Harassment.
That was what was important to todays readers, that was something he could get his teeth into, so he set off to find someone who would talk to him about a high profile man, who had sexually harassed them, the bigger the profile of the man, the bigger the story, woman after woman came forward but none were willing to talk to him about their case,
“Whats wrong wi
Top Journalist Part 2
I sent this picture of myself to my sister after trying different dresses and shoes, she texted me back, saying “Thats a little better, love the shoes, but look how you are standing? You need to stand up straight, and you need a corset, your slim enough but you have no waist, why dont I come over tonight and we can work on you together?”
I was reluctant to let my sister loose on my boyish good looks but if I was to pass for a girl I didnt have much of a choice, as she lifted the dress over my head she saw that not only was I not wearing a bra I was stood in my boxers, she started laughing,
“OMG” she said “Ive really got my work cut out dont I”
She took a white lacy corset from her bag and slipped it around my waist, “Hold that up while I fasten the laces” she said, I grabbed the corset and she started lacing the back, “Ok” she said “That will do for now” she stuffed two breast f
Top Journalist Part 3
My sister helped me pick out a more appropriate blouse, its funny the larger blouse made my breast forms seem smaller, “Ok” she said ”Im going to let your hair down and use a little more eyeliner.”
“Sit on the desk let me take your picture,”
“This skirt is too short, it rides up when I sit like this, why do I need my picture taking?
“Well, while you were changing I set up a Facebook, instagram and twitter account for Brianna, and we just need a few pictures, Im using this one as a profile picture”
I asked if that was really necessary, but she said, “Do you know any girls that dont have those things? Im sorry “Brianna” but we are only just getting started,” I was thinking maybe I had bitten off more than I could chew, and was just about to tell my sister when there was a knock at the door, “ Ok their here” she said.
Top Journalist Part 4
Here I am after some training with my sister, walking, talking, sitting, getting up, from a chair, practicing doing my own make up and hair.
I wont lie Dave scared the living daylights out of me, It took me a
week to get over my brush with him.
The only job I could do and do well was to be a secretary, my typing skills were up to par with most other “Girls” due to my journalistic abilities.
So with my ample chest and a lets say a middle of the road work suit,
I didnt want to look like a slut or too boring
I set off to find myself a job.
I dont want to brag but it didnt take long for me to gain employment with a medium sized car dealership, I knew I wouldnt be able to snag a high profile person without having a few notches in my belt, so I thought I would start small, I started on reception and within a week the boss, (Nigel) asked me if I would become his P.A.
It was at this point I decided I would go back to my newspaper to l
Top Journalist Part 5
I filled my editor in on the kind of story I wanted to write, he asked me,
“Who knows about this Brian? Its very important no one finds out
about your true self, thats number one”
“Number two is if your going to catch a big fish your going to need the right bait”
I told him my sister helped me so far, so she is the only one who knows, I was a bit confused about that “Right Bait part?” but he was on a roll, and when P.J. Thompson gets on a roll you dont get in the way of that train, he knew I was a top writer but just the wrong shape, “Ok we need to get you in a new location”
He pressed the intercom on his desk, ”Come in here Miss Bell, and bring a pad”
Miss Bell entered the room and nodded to me before sitting, she had no idea who I was, just another woman, maybe hoping for a job with the newspaper.
”Do we still have that apartment downtown?” He asked
Top Journalist Part 6
My sister came to pick me up at the salon, as she sat outsdide on her phone in her car I tapped on the window, she lowered the window and said, “Im just waiting for someone can I help you” I changed to my Brian voice and said,
“Wanna go to a party?”
I looked at her, she was in shock, “Brian is that you” she said,
“No actually its Brianna, now open this door im freezing in this skirt”
We set off and she almost hit a car coming the other way, I was thinking how weird it would that have been, just coming from the salon, and how would I explain myself at the hospital, “You look fantastic Brian, I mean Brianna” she said.
I told her about the woman at the salon and how she had been in an accident caused by her being harrassed while driving a car, and about her face being disfigured. I had been given a gift to make right what was happening to women world wide I was going to expose men for wh