“Excuse me Albert, I need a word with you”

“Excuse me Albert, I need a word with you”

Albert turned to see Martin Glenn, the office manager, standing by the cubicle.

“I’m sorry, but we really feel that you are taking advantage of our relaxed clothing rules and some of your fellow workers are feeling a bit uncomfortable.”

It was five months since Martin had first noticed that Albert Royle had started to turn up with a touch of makeup on, but he turned a blind eye as Albert was a good worker.

Over the next few weeks Albert had progressively worn less masculine clothes and more obvious cosmetics and jewellery. Now today his ponytail hung loose and he was in a wispy top and skirt - it really was extremely odd.

As Albert looked up at Martin tears began to roll down his cheeks and he explained that it was all his wife’s doing as she was so jealous of the pretty girls who worked in the office and wanted to put them off.