The Crossdresser’s Workplace Phrasebook — Part 2.

As a busy crossdressing account executive you’d be very surprised how many queries come across my desk.

Part 2. (Find part 1 here).

Quite what happened to prompt my surprising advancement within the agency to this new office I really don’t know. However, in my new role as Moral Officer I quickly realised that the principal problem I was up against was that old hurdle that trips up so many otherwise fine corporate entities. Communication.

There was no doubt in my mind that communication was the problem. Well, Daryll’s communication to be precise.

“Cherry willsprong, hupper hupper bam bam?”

I smiled, often the best response to an interrogative from Darryl. Sometimes, I have found in navigating the troubled waters of the corporate workplace, the best option is to walk a moderated centre path. Even when one has no clue whatever the conversation is about. This has the advantage of being neither excessively smart, but also not completely witless. In fact, this could be described as a measure of the optimum quality of intelligence for an employee in many companies.

In response to what I took to be a question from Darryl I nodded sagely, and replied, “I think you’re probably right.”

“Ergre smooth wuffle tonka truck.”

More head nodding, combined with a little head shake and a smile. For good measure I added, “plus ça…