He’d found it hard to even get an interview after the new legislation came into force. Of course he’d been made redundant from his previous role, his soft skills were just no match to those of his female colleagues. He’d used his small redundancy payout to reinvent himself voluntarily rather than wait and be part of the state enforced programme of transformation for betas. It was painful and exhausting to learn from scratch skills he’d never thought he’d need. And of course there’d been endless tutorials to enable him to understand and implement a full beauty regime and to understand a whole new way of wearing clothes to both suit his changing body and define his new personality. Finally he managed to secure an interview. An entry level role, but with the possibility of progression should his face fit.
He waited nervously to be called through for his interview. He’d probably spent too long choosing his outfit rather than preparing answers to questions. Looking at the women in the office he felt he might have been a bit too flashy with his tights but when the manager came to collect him his eyes seemed glued to his legs. I guess it made a change from having his breasts stared at. The panel were of course fully aware of his journey. They read with pleasure the reference from his supervisor as to how he’d fully submitted to the full immersion transformation programme with minimal need for additional corrective measures. He’d passed the initial screening tests adequately but his response to the question, ‘what would you do if a male colleague sent you unrequested picture of his genitals?’ was ‘inform HR’! Obviously this raised concerns and was probed at interview by both of the alpha males on the panel. One of them of course made an inappropriate comment about his tights. To which he was quick enough to reply, ‘would you like to see more of the pattern Sir?’ He didn’t need to but he saw all of the panel smile warmly and make a note of his response. The rest of the interview seemed to go fine and there was even a question about his competency for the role. He was reassured, but a little uncomfortable to find a hand on his bottom as he left the room. But of course he smiled warmly and gratefully as he thanked them for their time and saying what a pleasure it was to meet them all, making sure he made good eye contact with the Alpha whose hand was still firmly feeling his bottom. Of course it was an anxious wait for the result of the interview. When the call came he could immediately tell he’d not been successful. Another candidate had demonstrated greater understanding of the new culture that was needed in the workplace for beta males. There was however something they could offer him: A role as a personal assistant to one of the new junior managers. There’d be no chance of progression, and with the new employment law he’d have to accept the role on a minimum 10 year contract on his side. Obviously they could terminate at any time should they wish. His training supervisor had been consulted and agreed that was the very best job offer he was going to get and had accepted on his behalf. He would start on Monday and he be sent a dress code document to ensure he’d have time to get the requisite items over the weekend. Including some specific instruction on the correct hosiery to wear to ensure he got off on the right foot.
