Formal

If you really follow the old hag’s advice and try to change careers, you may as well dress for it.

You look at yourself in the mirror. You sure look like the many professional women in your office. But if, you may say so – your new body wears it better than any of them! The grey skirt is surprisingly flexible and doesn't hinder your movements, given how tight it fits your round ass and the white blouse somehow manages to both bring out and emphasize your firm tits by hugging them while keeping it that seem Safe for work.

The assistant brings you a small brown leather purse with some designer logo on it you don’t know, black stockings and a garter belt and a black pair of pumps with quite high heels for your taste.

You blush when she helps you put on garter belt. It seems - quite provocative the way the buckles show under the hem of your new skirt, but she smiles warmly.

“Trust an expert, you're not the pantihose type. A pair of legs like yours…”, she gently strokes you upper thigh – you may send some signals to her, standing here like this, no panties, skirt hiked up - you need to pay some attention to he body language of your new body.

You definitely object to the heels – 5 centimetres at least – and given your last outfit, you can believably claim to be a tomboy who doesn’t know how to walk in those.

She smiles again.

“Try them on, I have a feeling you’re natural.”

You walk a bit in the pumps - insecure at first but with a little help and advice…

“You do walk like a man, dear – put one foot in front of the other. Imagine a tightrope you need to walk on!”

Which seems like a bit of a metaphor for our whole situation. But it helps. Your body seems to adapt easy, as if the switch comes with certain skills and it doesn't take you more than few minutes to be secure enough in them to walk to work.

“I knew it. A natural!”

Her face shows the pride of an expert.

“You look great. Sexy and professional. Now...”