This choice: Your stomach grumbles, and you're reminded loudly you need the job. • Go Back...Chapter #6Your stomach grumbles, and you're reminded ... by: Mr. George   Deciding it will be less humiliating if you don't resist and make an issue of it. You allow Miss Tanaka to select a miniskirt, as you find a blouse top. As she holds the hangered skirt against your hips, you flinch an amused smile playing over her face. She knows that you're not as comfortable as you pretend.
Your narrow shoulders mean the blouse hangs properly on your slim frame. It's barely cut differently from a man's shirt you tell yourself... and it's true. The soft blouse is tailored for the more elfin Japanese woman, petite in height and chest. As you turn in the light, you realise the blouse is a very soft, pale peachy pink colour. Tugging a tailored jacket, hides the colour. The tailoring of the jacket accentuates your slim torso, but hangs and gives the impression that you have more of a chest.... more of a bust.
With an impatient grunt, Miss Tanaka hands you over a pile of clothes. It's a dishearteningly small pile. With a miniskirt, topped by a pair of dark tights and some full ivory, satin panties completing the pile.
A little reluctantly, you slip off your trousers, and own underwear. Your glower of disapproval failing to shame her into looking away. A look of disgust crossing her face, as you slide your briefs down to the floor. You refuse to ask to keep them on. You know the answer she'll bark back.
Slipping the panties on, you can't admit how nice the smooth caress of their touch feels as you slide them into place. You take more care with the tights, expecting a rebuke or an insult if they tear or run. However, as you finish pulling them into place. Their soft embrace feels right and proper. You even pose and turn, as you scan for wrinkles and imperfections.
She catches your display, a happy slow nod adding to her amused smile. She passes you a pair of shoes with a one inch heel.
Next you slide the miniskirt into place. The zipper resists being pulled closed, and you feel like your thighs are tightly pressed together. It might be an illusion or padding, but you look as if you have just as firm an ass as half the girls you passed on the walk of shame here.
"Almost presentable." she says as the faintest of praise.
Without any sign, that you saw, or any pause, you hear the door open and quickly close. The new arrival bows deeply to Miss Tanaka, and looks you over with a measured professional eye. Spotting the tray of make-up she's carrying, you know what's coming next.
Sliding a curtain aside, you're directed into a chair in front of a mirror. Closing your eyes, as she dusts blusher over your face. Each attempt at a question, gets you a warning squeeze on the shoulder, from Miss Tanaka, and a frustrated hiss from the make-up girl.
You know better than to fight it, as you feel her work on your lips. Pursing them, draws a happy snort from the girl, and they feel moistened, refreshed, and rejuvenated.
As she goes to work on your hair, you wonder if she'll give you a bob, there's not much else she can do with hair as short as your own.
However, as she slicks it back, you suspect what's coming next. And you feel the wig being pulled into place. The alien tickling as it falls over your collar.
"Yes. She's fine." Miss Tanaka's voice offering some grudging acceptance.
A flash of light, has you blinking your eyes against the sparkles and flashes. A cute girl looks back at you with confusion in her eyes. As your vision returns to normal, you understand that she's you, as she copies your every gesture.
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Holding the company ID card up by your face, you find you've also been re-christened to fit in. The name Minako Jinkawa beneath your startled picture.
Swallowing nervously, you try not to see the fear etched deep in her eyes.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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