Elegant and mature

"I guess elegant and mature," you say nervously.

"Good idea," she nods. "Ashley, Grace, see what you can find."

After a few moments, the pair have an outfit laid out in front of you. A pair of red lacy panties with a matching bra, acting as a hint of sluttiness underneath your elegant outside, with a cream, long-sleeved shirt, a long, black pencil skirt with a thin black leather built wrapped around the waist and some short black heels.

Saoirse quickly has you dressed in the outfit, as you watch yourself transform in the mirror from a naked, trembling boy to a elegant, mature woman. You look like you're on your way to a business meeting or something. Then, Grace gets to work with her make-up.

"Don't tremble so much," Grace says as she works on your foundation. "I'm not going to hurt you, Jack. At least, not now."

After a few moments, you're allowed glance at your reflection once more. Grace has given you some light eye shadow, dark mascara to make your eyelashes elegant and a ruby red lipstick. You look like a model or actress, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of yourself. To add the finishing touches, Saoirse pops some sparkling earrings that hang down from your ears, with a matching diamond brooch that matches your look.

"Is this real diamond?"

"Of course," Saoirse nods. "Trust me, I can afford it, and you want the genuine product if you're going to have even a hope of elegance. So, where were we?"