You were extremely nervous as the woman pulled you into the conference room, seeing a handful of other ladies there like the one you were with. Along with them, there were plenty of other business people here as well. No one was raising an eye at you showing up, some average boy wearing a woman's blazer.
"Seriously, I don't belong here!" you cried out to the woman who had pulled your arm. "I was just messing around."
The woman paid no mind to what you were saying, just slowly directing you over to a nearby seat. Everyone's behavior was so nonchalant about the whole thing. It was kind of freaky to be honest. You just sat there, all nervous as to what the heck you were doing here. Around you seemed to be other secretaries, all minding their own business it seemed like. You looked to the lady who dragged you here, seeing "Melissa Robinson" on her nametag.
Still, at least the fact that no one was asking weird questions about you meant that you didn't have to come up with some random answer. Still, it left you wondering just how to get out of this mess. It'd be nice if you weren't surrounded by women though. Funny how they all looked similar, with their shirts and blazers and skirts and such. Funny...a lot of them actually had the top buttons on their shirts undone a bit, probably for their big chests.
Somehow...your mind thought about that for a sec, seeing your fully buttoned up shirt. Maybe...you should try to blend in a bit. Perhaps it would make things less awkward or something. With that in mind, you actually casually unbuttoned a few of your buttons, showing just a bit below the neck.
"Why am I doing this?" you wondered, feeling like you were having a massive headache.
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