“****[re-written 2018]………………………A TRUE STORY: ……………WHEN THE BOSS FINDS OUT HOW ‘TINY’ YOU REALLY ARE : Two month’s ago I read how you, [or another Tim], was caught by his Boss in the office restroom. My story is very similar…This is how I became the official ‘OFFICE FAGGOT’ : I had always tried to use the office men’s room only when I was sure that no one else was in there. However this time, it was soon after lunch and I really, really had to go…bad !! There is one stall & one disabled stall in there in addition to the two wall urinals . As usual, I was using the one small stall, but I didn’t realize that the lock had been broken . Our Boss walked in and opened the stall-door & caught me sitting down [like I always have], to take a pee. I have such a small, short little ‘nob’ that I'v never been able to stand to pee,[unless I let my pant’s drop down below my knees & even then I’d tend to spatter and wet them, so even when I’m at home, I'v gotten used to sitting on the toilet and often, like a girl, using some tissue when I stop dripping]…. “Ups, sorry ” He said, but made no effort to close the door, “Didn’t realize anyone was in there..Just curious, Timmy, you always sit down to take a piss?” I was dumbstruck ! Not only didn’t I know what to say, but during the whole three years I had been working for him, the Boss had always referred to me as ‘Tim’,[or even Mr……],NEVER once had he ever called me ‘Timmy’ ! “Don’t worry Timmy, this will be our little secret” He said with an obvious smirk on his face & almost a whisper when he said 'little’…“I’m sorry 'Sir’ ” I said, my voice growing higher than usual, not even realizing that I had called him, 'Sir’ …[In our office we had always been on a 'first name’ basis. He made no effort to leave the open stall door, so I was forced to stand-up in front of him exposing my tiny [under] an inch [clit-sized] pee pee…“My Timmy, that is something to see” He said with a broad grin as he walked to the urinal which was right next to the sink..I had to wash my hands before I went back into the office and there right next to me was my Boss pulling-out his Big, Thick, manly dick which looked like it was over six or seven inch’s even soft ! He stood far enough away from the urinal that it was all to obvious that he was proudly 'showing off’ his manly cock..I couldn’t help myself as I took a quick look, before turning away to leave. “That’s O.K. Boy, you can look at it. Beautiful isn’t it. I bet you enjoy seeing a Real Man’s cock for a change, don’t you Timmy, my Boy ?”, Then he laughed as he shook the last drops from his big, thick penis. “You can look at it whenever you want boy… Just make sure you follow me into the men’s room next time”. With that he didn’t even bother to wash his hands, but patted me on my behind as he left the room…After that day, the Boss always made a point of walking past my desk [on the far side of the office] on his way to the restroom & waited in there a few minutes for me to follow him in. This became our ritual two or even three times a day. I’m sure the other guys in the office began to notice, but no one said a word [at least at first]. The Boss also started calling me Timmy around the office & soon all the other guy’s picked up on it, calling me Timmy as well. Next he started having me run all his errands, picking-up his lunch, going to pick-up his dry cleaning, etc. After a few weeks He had me making his 'special coffee’ & even dusting his office [even though their was a night crew to do that]. Once I heard him tell another worker that “Timmy does a better job & anyway I think he enjoys doing it. Just ask him anytime to 'help’ you out , I’m sure he’ll be happy to. ” Then when I came a little closer, the Boss whispered something in his ear & as I passed by they both seemed to have trouble not laughing. Within days, whatever they had been whispering about was all over the office. Everyone was asking, “Timmy, do this for me, Timmy do that for me, Timmy would you mind doing this or that before or after work ??” Also everyone had noticed long ago that I was the only one in our office who always addressed our Boss as 'Sir’ and several of my co workers said to me “Hey listen Timmy, you know that,'Sir’ has a nice ring to it, why don’t you call me 'Sir’ from now on too, O.K., Timmy boy ?”.Soon I was always addressing all of the other eight men in the office as 'Sir’ !! One day while I was out of the office on an errand for one of the men, the Boss called out from his office “Where the fuck is 'Little Timmy’?” There were more than a few laugh’s..From that moment forward I was usually referred to as LITTLE TIMMY. After eight months of this'treatment’ things became even more intense, another co-worker, Josh came by my desk and in a loud voice said, “I'v got to take a piss Little Timmy, NOW, go into the men’s and wait, I’ll be right in. Mine is even bigger than Brad’s [our boss] & from what I'v heard, I’m sure you’ll really enjoy seeing it ! Hell, sometime I might even let you hold it while I take a piss.”..A week after that Josh & Brad walked over to my desk and ordered me to stand-up and drop my pant’s right at my desk for all our co workers to see what they had all been whispering about for month’s. What could I do…I did as I was told and exposed my tiny one inch little nub for everyone in the office to see. They all hooted, laughed, slapped each other on the back & loudly shouted out words like, Faggot, Fairy, Sissy, Queer, etc……. “O.K. Men, you’ve had your little show, now we have to let our little MISS TIMMY get back to work so SHE doesn’t have to stay overtime cleaning up the office..Lets get back to work, MEN !” announced Brad, the Boss. The next day I found a vase of flowers on my desk with a card addressed to 'little miss timmy’.. From then on, in addition to calling me 'Little Timmy’, if I did anything to displease a fellow worker they would punish me by calling me 'Miss Timmy’ & when they talked about me among themselves they started always referring to me as 'She’ or 'Her’, even when I was in earshot…They also started following the Boss’s example by taking off their shoes [and on occasion] boots & leaving them on my desk for me to clean & shine..By this time I was practically doing no office work at all, just taking care of the needs of the other 'Real Men’ in our office & the Boss seemed fine with this . That is until it was time for our annual end of the year bonus check’s..All of my coworkers received a nice hefty check, except me ! “ We all chipped-in and got you something special” the Boss announced in front of all the other workers, presenting me with a very large gift wrapped box, “Go ahead and open it Missy”, He said, “We all know your gonna love it !” When I opened it, several dozen pairs of fancy & expensive looking pairs of [mostly pink] Victoria’s Secret silk & lace panties spilled out on to my desk !!! “Now you’ll be properly dressed when you admire the Real Men around here, and if no client’s are coming in, Hell even if they are, you can strip-down and wear them around the office!!! Aren’t you a lucky Bitch to have such thoughtful co workers. Now why don’t you slip-on a pair right now so we can see if their the right size”…What could I do ?.“Can I please change in the rest room, Sir ?” I asked in the high pitched voice I found myself always using now…“Sure, but don’t take all day, faggot. We all want to see your fashion show, but it’s the holiday’s & some of the Real Men around here have to get home to their wife’s & girlfriend’s” …“Yes Sir, right away Sir”, I answered as the rest of the staff cheered &I realized that this was just the start of my new life in the office !!! “”
