Go in the dress

At first you didn't wanted to go, but over the day you got curious what he wanted from you. So you left the agency after your work was done with the cardboard box under your arm. You went to public toilet and entered a stall. There you put the box on the toilet lid and began taking off your boy-clothes. After your torso was exposed, you took the green strapless bra and put it on. It lightly pushed up the loose skin on your chest creating the image of two small breasts. Just two weeks ago your chest was totally flat, but now it was a little puffy. But did that happened in the last two weeks? Were your chest really totally flat before? Didn't you had a puffy chest since ... well, since when? A long time? Always? You couldn't clearly remember. You took your pants and underpants off and put the green thong on. After that you put on the shiny green dress. It was a perfect fit, just hinted the two small mounds on your chest and felt really nice. The hemline just went mid-thighs, but it didn't bother you. Sometimes you wore even shorter skirts in the agency. Next you stepped into the orange pumps, which made you get 5" bigger. Last you put the bracelet on your left wrist, put the studs on your ears and took the purse out. You could feel that something was in the purse and as you opened it saw make-up items in muted colors and a vivid green matching your dress. You put your boy-clothes into the cardboard box, closed it and put it onto the floor. You sat down on the lid and took your heels off. You took the green nail-polish out of the purse and coated your feet and finger nails with it. Then you took a small pocket mirror out of the purse and while looking at your reflection did your face. You didn't used much make-up and already created the image of a young girl, which was due to your face getting a little rounder over the last two weeks. You slightly styled your just days ago blond-dyed hair, it was one of the tasks of your game with Stephanie, in a cute pixie-cut. You stepped into the pumps again and with the purse in one hand and the cardboard box under the other arm you left the stall. As you left the toilet with your heels clicking on the floor, a man entering it gazed surprised after you. You had come out of the men's toilet, not the women's like your look had suggested.

On the way too the hotel you used the chance of a mirroring store window. You put the cardboard box down and looked at your reflection. You looked good, like a cute girl in a sexy dress, though the word girl didn't came to you.

You picked up the cardboard box again and continued your walk to the hotel.