Business Lady

Brice shifted his position in the chair.

Currently on a short break, he had just poured himself a cup of tea - earl gray. Sure, it wasn't really that french of a blend, but that didn't really matter to him for the moment.

As for his attire, he had gone for a green ballroom gown. Petticoats and lace blossomed out, with the sort of love and attention expected for the garb of a lady. Padded shoulder pads matching the dress had been fitted onto his shoulders, leading right on out to a set of silk opera gloves. Covering the entire arms, they complimented the silk stockings snaking down his feet. Which went right into the cute pair of green heels hanging to his feet.

In the department, Brice had began the process of getting some. He had gone bald quite early in his career as an accountant and that could not stand. Just barely, little specks of golden blonde could be made out on top of his head. According to the doctors at least, it would be a couple months before it all came in.

His face on the other hand, got more of a natural treatment. Lips had been coated in what else but lipstick, with a touch of blush for the rest of it.

Sure, the businessman could've done more in regards to that particular part of his face, but Brice found he was not quite ready to take the next step. He had done a couple livestreams and people seemed receptive to donating to him, but not enough to really justify quitting his job and make it a full-time thing.

Speaking of which, the suit and pants combo had given way to blouse and pencil skirt combo. When outside of his favorite ballroom gowns, his old stuff would make him all itchy. For some reason, this particular set didn't. Even then, he had noticed a change at work. More women seemed to be coming out of the woodwork to help with projects, but Brice couldn't see any sign of a company-wide hiring or restructuring.

He had actually made quite a number of lady friends now. When the topic of his change of clothing came up, he had told them that he was transitioning. Okay, that was a white lie. At least when he said it initially. But it kind of became the truth at some point. Brice wasn't sure when exactly it had occurred, but he had taken it in stride.

Case in point, he went drinking at a gay nightclub. While the last time he had actually gone out eluded him, he made sure to be regal and ladylike as possible. Even as his coworkers were less so. Not something the businessman would ever do again (he was more of a tea party guy), but he was glad to have gotten the opportunity.

Sure, some of the girls had been kind of cute to see. Possibly, even cuter in something like the ballroom gowns. But he couldn't quite bring forth the courage to really ask any of them.

Which brings us nicely to Brice's office. What had once been a boring and drab space had been transformed into a mini ballroom. The walls had been covered wallpaper that mimic that of the beast's ballroom, with a couple stands scattered about to hold some of Brice's growing gown collection. He made an effort to always buy all the pieces for a particular outfit together, letting him get right to wearing it.

Of course, Brice had bigger dreams. Plans for cosplay outfits based off his Lady cards were in the planning stage, with nothing really set in stone. It was one dream among many, even if he was blissfully unaware of the pair of melons slowly growing out of his chest.

"Okay." he thought, gloved hand clicking the mouse. "One more match."

Watching the screen change, the lady prepared himself for the opponent. A little touch-up of his makeup, then a sip of tea. Nothing major. But enough to steel herself for whatever deck he was to face down.

"I'm a guy." Brice thought, the word slowly losing meaning as the match began.