Fierce

Chapter Four-4

The conference room remained quiet in respect for Angelina, and the obvious defeat dealt to her husband’s company. The ladies knew this would impact this sweet lady in dreadful ways. Mrs. Strong stepped up to Angelina. Angelina turned to face her. She tried putting a brave face on to appear in control. Mrs. Strong put her hands out and Angela took them. Her demeanor snapped, and she slumped into Mrs. Strong’s warm embrace. “Oh, dear it is ok. Let it out, I am here for you. Angelina began sobbing uncontrollably. Mrs. Strong held Angelina and patted her back gently in support. “I don’t know what to do.” Cried Angelina through her sobs. “It’s ok dear we have all faced a crisis. You know that is what we design our centers for. We help women find independence.” Angelina’s sobbing slowed as she took in what Mrs. Strong was saying. It was a message of hope. “Mrs. Strong…” “Roberta please.” “Roberta, but I love him!” Angelina looked into Roberta’s eyes and found love and compassion. She felt safe for the first time in months. “Angelina does he beat you. I have many friends and I hear disturbing rumors.” Asked Mrs. Strong. “No, he hasn’t yet but I am afraid today may be his tipping point! I am scared.” “Listen dear if he hits you, you must leave.” “Lately he has been drinking a lot and coming home late and furious. I think he may cheat on me.” She started sobbing again. It was clear she still loved this man regardless of his toxic masculinity. Mrs. Strong allowed her to cry for a few moments longer. “Angelina, if he cheats or hits you, you must leave. Here, take my card if you need anything call me immediately. I will be there for you anytime, anywhere!” Angelina took the offered card standing there still holding Mrs. Strong’s hands. “It’s time you leave before he becomes more agitated and takes it out on you.” With that Mrs. Strong gave her another hug and walked her to the door of the conference room. “Remember call me anytime day or night. No shame, this is not your fault or your doing.” Angelina smiled and mouthed a “thank you” as she left to rejoin her jailor.

Jaqueline pulled a key from a little bracelet and opened the door of the powder room for Bert. He stopped short of entering. “Where is the men’s room? This says assistants.” Complained Bert. Jaqueline with a very sweet and seductive smile replied, “Mr. Spellman we don’t have a Men’s room here at Distinctive Developments. We have the assistants’ powder room and the executives’ powder room.” “Then I want to use the executive’s room!” Bert was having a hard time concentrating it was obvious he found Jaqueline very attractive. “Mr. Spellman I am so sorry I do not have the key for the executive powder room. Only the executives have that privilege.” Replied Jaqueline in a highly seductive pouty voice. “If you prefer the executive powder room, perhaps you might ask Ms. Fiera or Ms. Modus.” Finished Jaqueline with sugary innocence. “No, I have to piss like a racehorse I will just use this!” “I assure you it is spotless and well stocked.” Said Jaqueline as Bert pushed past her into the powder room.

When Bert got into the assistant’s powder room, it shocked him. There was no urinal. It contained one commode in pink porcelain atop a small dais. They painted the walls powder pink, ceiling, and trim bright white. A floral fragrance met him at the door. They placed opposite the commode a pink divan. The sink fit the motif perfectly as it was an old-fashioned looking. A small shelf was close to the sink and commode. It contained lotion, powder, brushes, hair spray, pain relievers, towels and a variety of feminine hygiene products. Bert just snarled and stepped up to the dais to piss. He reached down to lift the lid. Leaving the seat down he laughed thinking the ladies will complain he pissed on it. Then he noticed something unusual. The seat had a clear plastic shield. The shield actual acted as a barrier to anything passing into the bowl. Bert cussed and tried to lift the f*****g seat and found to his dismay that it was immovable. Then he noticed the little sign, it read. “Protective shield will retract when you sit on the potty.” Bert had to piss so bad he finally pulled down his trousers and sat to do his business. He noticed a little sign in his line of sight seated on the commode. It read, “Relax and enjoy a moment of sweet reflection.” He frowned.

Refusing to flush the toilet, Bert stormed out of the powder room in a huff. Jaqueline waited near the main door of Distinctive Developments to offer a last thought. Bert saw her in his path and his demeanor changed. “Well, little lady would it be too much to ask for your number?” Jaqueline demurely tilted her head and giggled. Holding open the door, she handed him something. He looked backward and forward ensuring the coast clear in a practiced deceptive move he took the little piece of paper. He gave Jacqueline a little kiss on the cheek, pinched her ass, and stepped through the open door. He stopped and looked in his hand and realized it was not a business card or scrap of paper with Jaqueline’s number on it but a package of Midol! Jaqueline gave a cute little tilt of hips and said. “I hope that helps; I know how uncomfortable PMS can feel.” Throwing down the Midol he stormed to his car. A moment later, Angelina sped past the reception desk with a sweet smile for Jaqueline. “Good luck Angelina it was great working with you.” A wave and she ran out the door.

“Congratulations ladies you really made this easy for me. Mr. Spellman had a very good proposal, but the property was key to my decision.” She made a wry face when she said Mr. Spellman. “Mrs. Strong.” Began Tiffany. “Roberta, please now that it’s just us girls.” “Roberta did we lack anything in our proposal?” “Heavens no, I didn’t mean to imply that. Mr. Spellman has built many commercial developments, and he is obviously skilled. I wish we could culture him and bring his skill and experience on to your team.” Stated Mrs. Strong with a distracted look. “I don’t think he is culturable. Roberta he is so deep set with toxic masculinity. He only regards women as a place to put his favorite toy!” added Alexa. “We shall see my dears. That poor Angelina loves him, and I believe his ego will need an outlet in the next week or maybe sooner. If she heard me perhaps, Angelina will turn to us for help.”

“What do you think he will do?” Inquired Tiffany. “Oh, that will depend upon whether he truly loves her. My gut says he will vent his anger on her. Perhaps push her or slap her.” “If that happens or worse, how will you know?” asked Alexa. “How did I know what Tiffany was facing with Jack? Darling, I am very well connected. I do not look to punish men; I strive to help women. If Angelina really loves Bert, then I hope we can bring her into our program and provide our signature ‘fresh start’.” “I was very skeptical when you approached me almost 4 years ago, but the program provides amazing results. I really believe in my case Jaqueline and I are happier than we would have been if we allowed him to remain uncultured.” Replied Tiffany with a look of concentration. “Why don’t we see what our sweet Jaqueline thinks of Mr. Spellman.”

“Jackie dear would you mind coming into the conference room?” Called Tiffany. Jaqueline was at the door quickly. “I wanted to compliment you, dear, you have come such a long way in your new role. Today you acted with such grace when Bert was displaying his lack of culture.” Said Roberta sweetly. “Mrs. Strong, I know ladies do not resort to physical violence except in self-defense, but I wanted to hit that caveman. He was openly hitting on me with his wife in the other room. I think he is cheating on that sweet beautiful lady. Then he wants my number, kisses my check and pinched my ass!” The whole room started laughing uproariously. “I would love to see his face if he pulled Jaqueline’s panties down to find she has a p***s!” Laughed Alexa. The laughter died down in time.

“Seriously Jaqueline I want to ask you a question?” “Yes, Mrs. Strong?” “Roberta please, are you happier now that you have completed your training?” Alexa was hanging on every word. “I can tell you it was very confusing. My life before Tiffany was so rugged and manly that the changes were very extreme, and I resisted a lot. As you know, I was a championship wrestler in high school and the Marine Corps took my skills and honed them to deadly. My new life and attitude are a complete 180-degree change from my past.” “Do you miss your masculinity, Jaqueline?” Asked Tiffany. Jaqueline tilted her head and gave Tiffany a mysterious smile. “Not anymore. Now I really enjoy the depth of love, romance, and our relationship. There is no way I could have drawn so close to you with the burden of my past toxic masculinity. Truthfully, I never realized how hard a wife works for her mate.” “Yes, it’s true men never realize the care, hard work and support that a wife must render. Do you think the wifely rewards are worth the effort?” Asked Tiffany in a very serious manner.

Jaqueline had an intense look of concentration as she seemed to formulate her answer. “When I was Jack, I really had very little value for women. I didn’t understand why they took so long to get ready. What they meant by ‘male privilege’. Why they insisted on talking and cuddling so much. I wanted them for s*x and figured romance was for wussies. Now that I am cultured, I crave cuddling, intimacy and talking with Tiffany. I see her wisdom and truly enjoy her company. When I can’t be with her my thoughts are always with her.” “Jaqueline that is such a sweet testimony!” Said Alexa. “Jaqueline, do you think the program is effective as is or should we change it?” Asked Mrs. Strong. “The program is amazing. Tiffany never forced me to do anything she made all the tasks, rewards not punishments. In retrospect, I see you encouraged me to adopt and enjoy all things a wife would. For example, I resented having to wear panties, but after I became accustomed to them, I would never go back to ugly cotton underwear. Tiffany removed my panty privilege once and got immediate results; I corrected my behavior. I could let go of my male cultural programming thanks to the program. I really hope I see the day when men can dress sexy and society will not look down upon them!” finished Jaqueline.

“Do you think it is the society that keeps men from wearing clothes labeled for women?” Asked Alexa. “Yes, as a toxic male, I would draw conclusions about a cross-dresser. I immediately figured he was gay. My attitude back then was that this person was lower than a woman. It seems society places more value on men. I had no one tell me this, but my mother made my sister do ‘woman’s work’, but never me. It seems to be a self-perpetuating cycle. We give men a privilege and the root seems embedded in our culture.” “How do you think we can change the attitude?” Asked Mrs. Strong. “I have lived as a male and a female, so this is just my experience.” The ladies nodded and showed great interest. “Female clothes make you feel soft and vulnerable. I noticed the first time I wore heels I no longer felt ready to fight. My attitude shifted noticeably. I began to notice how women interact and deal with conflict. I really began to appreciate all things feminine. To answer your question, however, I think men need an introduction to the charms of womanhood. It is really too bad that your program is not more far-reaching, as it may infiltrate the culture and recreate masculinity. I feel bad for Tiff. She is constantly accused of being a lesbian. It’s not Tiff’s fault that I must be fully feminized in public or face ridicule. So once again the first generation of male wives will force a stigma on the woman they love.”