The Crossdresser’s Workplace Phrasebook — Part 3.

Part 3. (Find part 1 here).

I have found that from time to time my physical appearance has garnered the attention of work colleagues. These days the workplace is much more regulated than once it was. Dipping one’s pen in the company ink is about as outdated as, well, the company having ink.

However, this yoga hardened body of mine appreciates the occasional lascivious glance sent its way. I admit this isn’t very ‘woke’ of me, but then I am an old-fashioned kind of crossdressing gal. I don’t do all this work on my body just so that no one notices. If. when I bend over to retrieve a dropped lace handkerchief. I don’t get at least one guilty glance at my yoga pants then I am doing something very wrong.

All that said, I was somewhat surprised the other day by something that happened at the agency. I was preparing to move offices, as luck would have it. My recent promotion to Moral Officer requires me to have a category B7 office — which should include at least 30% of the windows to be south facing, thus eliminating the seasonal depression so familiar to all those losers who are B6 or below, on account of sunlight deprivation.

Indeed since it’s been realised that the less natural light one experiences, the more likely one is to suffer depression, human resources departments the world over…