"I'll let you dress yourself." She lays out an outfit on the bed and leaves. On the bed is a pleated, plaid skirt, a white button-up blouse, a navy blue sweater, tights, and lacy pink lingerie.
Once you have it all on you look in the mirror. Damn, Lindsay has done a crazy good job. If you saw a girl looking how you look now, you would bang her for days.
You open the door and call, "Lindsay, I'm done."
"Great, here are your shoes." She passes you a pair of black 3" pumps. You put them on and lose any sense of balance you might have had.
"Don't worry." Lindsay pipes in, "I'll let you practice a bit before we go out."
"We... we're going out?" You ask nervously.
"Of course, but don't worry, the only thing left leaving you even slightly recognizable is your voice, and I've got something for that." She grabs what looks like a perfume bottle. "Open up." You open your mouth and she spritzes in.
"What did that do?" You ask in a newly feminine voice. "Oh..."
"Yep." Lindsay responds. "But keep practicing." You comply and continue practicing walking in your new shoes.
Once you seem to get the hang of it Lindsay pipes up again. "Here's your purse. I made you a fake ID, and I got a cash card for you, both of them are in there. Oh, and your new name is Ashley. Let's go."
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