Try to process what happened

The elevator doors open and three very men are looking look straight in, the one in the centre wearing the formal uniform of a hotel manager. You want to shirk and fade away.

You became very self conscious of the stains that were still on your shiny dress, not to mention on the floor of the elevator. Even without this you had a man with his shirt badly tucked into his pants, and a woman in an attractive getup looking completely completely dishevelled. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to guess what had happened.

Ray seemed to take charge and immediately step forward and engage with the professionals in a clear, confident way. He engages the manager directly, but the other two have their eyes in your direction. One of them looked at you in a stern, almost judgemental way. The other side was practically laughing to himself as he was not afraid to drink in the sight of you. You're not sure which is worse.

"...which we can talk about more privately. Come on Jane!" You hadn't been focused on what Ray had been saying but he now steps back into the elevator and guides you forward with an arm around your shoulder, the other hand holding your purse. You need support from him and a slow speed to accommodate your mincing, shaky steps, before you remember that rolling gait that takes some of the pressure off your bad ankle.

The men follow you like an escort, and you become conscious that they may be taking in your rolling rear end. You don’t want to keep shaking your abdomen, but you want to move on as fast as possible.

Thankfully Ray soon taped his phone against the lock of one of the rooms in the corridor and you all enter.

"Jane, why don't you go and get cleaned up while I settle things with these men here?"

You don't need more prompting. You mince into the bathroom as fast as you can, locking the door behind you, and you just wish this evening would end.

Your mind can't even being to approach the enormity of what happened.

You had sex.... with a man... as a woman?

And in an elevator?

Your entire identity was shaken. You thought you'd been an unassuming guy up until now, but to Ray you were clearly some sexy piece of ass and he could dive into in a moments notice.

How could you let him? Why didn't you do more to stop him? And why in the world did you stop that elevator?

The questions revolved in your head as you absent-mindedly pulled off your gloves and tried to take off your stained clothes. This task proved far more distracting and complicated than you thought. Taking off the stained panties was easy enough, but how do you pull off the latex dress? It didn't have a zip, it just clung to your artificially curved body.

Frustration was adding to a potent mix of other emotions and overwhelming you, you just sat down on the toilet seat, trying to breathe as deeply as the corset and the mounds on your chest would allow. You sit there for a while, you mind swirling through a variety of emotions as you try to make sense of what happened: frustration, shame, fear, astonishment, bewilderment, anger, uncertainty, arousal, confusion...

You try to make sense of what happened, try to figure out the 'correct' emotion, and ultimately decide to be angry. Angry at Ray. The ultimate fault was his for pushing you into this in the first place, a course he'd been pushing since he'd first met you. He shouldn’t be doing this to any woman even without the employer/employee dynamic, it was well beyond the bounds of acceptability .

How could Ray lose the run of himself so absolutely just because he sees a…

…you look up at the mirror and see the passionate woman looking back.

Smeared lipstick, hair in disarray, stained dress. Yet through it all, a restless beauty. Even being dishevelled is a look she pulls off, like she's not afraid to have a good time. You smile, and she smiles. You drink in that woman with the red lipstick smile, tussled hair and that stunning shiny dress that has her boobs on full display.

The attractive woman turning you on, giving you another punch of arousal to your confined groin. You try to ignore that the woman is you. After your experience and then things Ray made you feel, you need some feminine energy right now and the way it makes you feel. Their looks, their hair, their eyes... Your mouth opens and you practically drool, the woman in the mirror doing the same.

You find it hard to snap out of this lusty feeling. You have vague memories of a pill Ray made you take come to mind. Was that it? Was it that fast acting? But you find it hard to focus on that with the feelings you're having.

You pull up the hem of your dress and examine the prosthetic vagina. It was convincing, especially with the... urgh... fluids. But you needed it to release what was caging it. No matter how much you examine it, you can't find a way to do it. When you tug and pull, it pulls your skin too. No matter where you tug, prosthetic and your own flesh moves as one.

You groan as you feel another pulse of arousal. This was bad.

You focus on cleaning yourself as a way of distracting yourself. A shower is sorely needed.

You manage to get the heels off. Your stockings are stained, so they get bunched up and join your panties. You finally manage to pull off your latex dress by gradually scooting up the hem and finally getting it over your head in a great mass of crinkled rubber. You can finally open your legs again, but then quickly put them back together when you suddenly remember what happened last time they were that open.

You put the dress right side out and rinse it with the showerhead along with the gloves. The stains wash out easily and thanks to the waterproof fabric, so you just need to wipe them with a towel and hang them up afterwards.

The bra is a bit tricky to remove but you manage. However, the choker is impossible so you don't. You do manage to remove the extra black lace though.

You're practically naked now. You double check that the lock on the bathroom door remains closed. You can hear some muffled voices in the room outside, but you decide to ignore them and enter the shower.