The Big Day Pt. 2

As you step into the shower, the warm water cascades over you, a comforting sensation that helps ease some of the tension building in your chest. You let out a sigh, letting the steam envelop you, closing your eyes for a moment to gather your thoughts.

The aroma of your body wash fills the small space, a mix of citrus and floral notes that feel oddly comforting. You can’t help but let your mind drift to the upcoming party and everything that’s at stake. The pressure of the second trial weighs heavily on you, and the thought of seducing Marcus Chase feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to leap without knowing if there’s water below.

As the water runs down your body, you glance at yourself in the mirror, fogged up and distorted. You catch a glimpse of your reflection, noticing how your features have subtly changed. The way your lips look fuller are impossible to ignore. You reach up to touch your cheeks, half-expecting to feel something different, but it’s just you.

You turn your attention to your body, feeling the slickness of the soap as you lather it over your skin. Your breasts have grown, surely filling out the push-up bra you picked out earlier, and you can’t help but feel embarrassment at how your body is transforming. It’s surreal, and a part of you still struggles with accepting this new reality.

After rinsing off, you lean against the cool tile, allowing the water to wash away the grime of the day. As you look down, you catch sight of the rest of your body. You can’t help but feel a little self-conscious, wondering how much of this will come into play at the party. You know you need to embrace it, but the thought of strutting around in something tight and revealing makes you anxious.

The way your skin feels different—softer and more sensitive—adds to the confusion. You shake your head to clear your thoughts, focusing instead on the strategy for the trial. How will you pull this off? How can you seduce Marcus away from Victoria without it seeming **** or contrived?

The thought of Hermes’ magic lingers in your mind, and you realize you’ll need to reach out to him soon to ensure you’re at your best for the party. But even with the magic, it’s ultimately up to you to make it happen.

As you wash your hair, the weight of the situation presses down on you again, and a pang of doubt surfaces. Can you really do this? You take a deep breath, letting the water wash over you like a cleansing wave, and remind yourself that you’re not alone in this. Liam is by your side, supporting you through every twist and turn of this strange journey.

You finish your shower, stepping out and wrapping yourself in a towel. You catch a glimpse of yourself again in the mirror, the steam slowly dissipating, revealing your reflection more clearly. You feel a surge of determination. You might be navigating this weird new reality, but you’re still you. With the right mindset and a little help from your best friend, you can tackle whatever comes your way.

As you step out of the shower, the cool air hits your damp skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You wrap a towel around yourself, the fabric soft against your skin as you pad across the floor back to your room. The anticipation of getting dressed mingles with your lingering nerves about the party, but you push those thoughts aside for now.

Once inside, you take a moment to gather your thoughts before pulling out the push-up bra and matching panties you had chosen during your shopping spree. Holding the bra in your hands, you can’t help but admire its sleek design. The fabric is soft yet supportive, and the padding is just enough to give you a boost—literally and figuratively.

You slide into the bra, adjusting it carefully, and your breath hitches in your throat as you look in the mirror. The way it lifts and shapes your breasts is astounding. You can’t deny how good they look—full and perky—something that would definitely turn heads at the party. But the realization hits you hard, and a wave of embarrassment washes over you. How can you feel this way about your own body? You mentally berate yourself, feeling like you’re caught in some bizarre limbo between your old self and this new persona.

As you wrestle with these conflicting feelings, you hear a noise behind you. You turn slightly, only to find Liam leaning casually against the doorframe, his eyes wide in surprise. “Whoa,” he says, a grin breaking out on his face. “That push-up bra is something else!”

Your heart races, anger bubbling up inside you. “Seriously, Liam? What the hell are you doing just standing there?” You scowl at him, trying to cover up the embarrassment creeping into your cheeks. “Can’t you knock or something?”

Liam raises his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, hey, calm down! I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. It’s just… it’s impressive! I mean, I didn’t expect it to look that good.”

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, mortified that he’s even looking at you. “You shouldn’t be looking at me like that, especially when I’m—ugh, I can’t believe you’re seeing this!” You glare at him, your towel clenching tighter around you.

“I’m just saying it’s the same as if I saw you in boxers, right?” he tries to defend himself, clearly not understanding the magnitude of your outrage.

“No, it’s not the same!” you snap back, your voice rising. “This isn’t just some casual sighting! You’re seeing me in a bra, and it’s— it’s so embarrassing!” You throw your hands up in frustration, your eyes darting back to the mirror, trying to avoid Liam’s gaze.

“Okay, okay, I’ll back off!” He raises his eyebrows, trying to keep the mood light. But it only annoys you further. “Just… wow, alright? You look good. But I’ll go wait outside,” he finally concedes, stepping back.

You huff in response, turning your back to him as you try to collect your thoughts. The last thing you need is to be reminded of how you’re transforming, both physically and emotionally. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that this is all part of the plan, but it’s hard to focus when your best friend is treating it so casually.

Once you’re sure Liam has stepped away, you take a moment to finish getting ready. You pull on the matching panties, the fabric snug against your skin, and you can’t help but fidget slightly as you adjust the fit. With your outfit slowly coming together, you realize that you need to focus on the night ahead, no matter how ridiculous it feels to be in this body.

With a deep breath, you reach for the dress you picked out just a few days ago. The fabric feels smooth and light in your hands, a stark contrast to the weight of the nerves swirling in your stomach. It’s time to step fully into this.

You slip the dress over your head, the fabric gliding down your body. It’s a bit of a struggle at first; the material catches on the push-up bra, and you wrestle to get it situated just right. Finally, it settles around your figure, the hem falling delicately just above your knees. You take a moment to adjust the straps, feeling the gentle tug of the dress against your curves.

Once it’s in place, you turn to face the mirror, your heart racing as you take in your reflection. The push-up bra does its job beautifully, accentuating your chest and creating a flattering neckline. You can’t help but admire how good you look—really look. The way the dress hugs your waist and the way your cleavage is just enough to be enticing but not over the top. If you were a guy, you’d definitely be crushing on someone wearing this dress. That thought sends a wave of embarrassment crashing over you, and you shake your head in disbelief.

“This is ridiculous,” you mutter to yourself, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks. You adjust the neckline, fidgeting with it to ensure everything looks perfect. The last thing you need is to be worried about wardrobe malfunctions during the trial.

As you stand there, you can’t help but run your fingers through your long, still-damp hair. You had left it loose after the shower, and now it falls in soft waves around your shoulders, framing your face and adding a touch of femininity to the look. You frown slightly, contemplating the implications of this new appearance. You’re still the same person on the inside, but the outside is changing so rapidly, and it’s hard to keep up.

What will Marcus think when he sees you? What if he doesn’t even notice you among all the glamorous guests? You take a moment to breathe, reminding yourself of the plan you and Liam had come up with. You need to focus on the goal ahead—to distract him from Victoria, to make him see you as someone irresistible. The stakes feel higher than ever, and you can’t shake the feeling that this trial is going to push you even further out of your comfort zone.

You take a step back from the mirror, trying to gain a sense of perspective. This dress is just the first part of a much larger scheme, and it has to work. You remind yourself that you have Liam’s support, and that you’re in this together. He believes in you, and maybe that’s enough to help you channel this newfound confidence.

With a final glance in the mirror, you adjust the hem of the dress once more, ensuring it sits just right. “Alright, you can do this,” you tell yourself firmly. “You’re not just a guy in a dress; you’re a confident, captivating woman ready to take on the night.”

With a deep breath, you make your way to the bathroom, the anticipation of getting ready for the party igniting a flurry of nerves in your stomach. This is it—the moment where you’ll transform into the persona you need to captivate Marcus. The bathroom is bright, the overhead light illuminating the space and reflecting off the mirror that feels like it’s staring back at you with judgment. You quickly brush your hair straight before it dries in the haphazard manner in which you've left it.

You pull out the small collection of makeup products you had managed to gather, placing them on the counter in front of you: a foundation, concealer, a palette of eyeshadows, eyeliner, mascara, blush, and a couple of lip products—one in a soft pink and another in a bold red. You sigh, realizing you’re still a bit limited in your choices. But this is a chance to experiment, and you’re determined to make it work.

You start with the foundation, applying a small amount to the back of your hand before using your fingers to dot it around your face. The texture feels unfamiliar but not unpleasant. You gently blend it in, taking care to cover any blemishes or uneven skin tone. It takes a few tries to get the coverage right; at first, it looks a little patchy, and you quickly realize you’ve used too much on your forehead.

“Okay, let’s tone it down a bit,” you mutter to yourself, reaching for a makeup wipe to fix the mistake. With a little more patience, you dot a thinner layer across your cheeks and chin, blending it outwards.

Next, you grab the concealer, applying it under your eyes and on a couple of stubborn spots. As you dab it in with your fingers, you notice the difference almost immediately—the dark circles fade, and your skin looks much more even. You can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, but you know this is just the beginning.

You move on to the eyes, excited yet apprehensive about the array of colors in the eyeshadow palette. After a few moments of deliberation, you decide to go with a soft, smoky look—something that would catch Marcus’s eye without being over the top.

Using a brush, you start with a light beige color as a base, sweeping it across your eyelids. Next, you dip into a slightly darker taupe shade, applying it to the crease. You’re concentrating hard, but your hand slips a bit, and suddenly there’s a bold line instead of a soft gradient. “Ugh!” you groan, trying to blend it out with a clean brush, but it only seems to make it worse.

“Why is this so hard?” you mumble, resorting to a YouTube tutorial for guidance. The video is surprisingly helpful, showing you how to blend seamlessly. Following along, you manage to soften the harsh lines and create a more cohesive look. After a few rounds of blending and reapplying, you feel satisfied with the results.

Feeling more confident, you move on to eyeliner. You carefully apply a thin line along your upper lash line, trying to make it as even as possible. Your hands tremble slightly as you get to the inner corner, and you mess up a bit, creating an uneven flick that just won’t do. “Come on, focus!” you scold yourself, wiping it away and starting again.

After a few attempts, you finally manage a decent line, and with a proud smile, you reach for the mascara. You carefully apply it to your lashes, watching them darken and lengthen. Your heart races as you see the transformation taking place before your eyes—this is more than just makeup; it’s a new identity.

With the eyes done, you move on to blush. You choose a soft peach shade, applying it to the apples of your cheeks. You go a little heavy at first, realizing too late that you’ve applied more than intended. You quickly blend it out, hoping it’ll look more natural. After a few adjustments, it finally looks just right—a healthy flush that brightens your face.

Now, for the lips. You decide to try the bold red lipstick, feeling a surge of daring energy. You carefully line your lips with a lip pencil, trying to keep it clean and crisp. Once satisfied, you apply the lipstick, taking your time to ensure it’s evenly coated. The color pops against your skin, and you can’t help but smile at the reflection staring back at you.

With everything finally in place, you take a step back, examining the overall look. There’s a sense of pride swelling within you. This was no small feat—over an hour spent getting ready, experimenting, and learning what worked and what didn’t. You give your hair a final tousle, trying to get it to sit just right, and admire the transformation.

“Okay, not too shabby,” you tell yourself, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. The reflection in the mirror doesn’t just show a girl getting ready for a party; it reflects the determination and growth you’ve experienced over the past month.

With the push-up bra snug against your chest, panties pulled tight around your hips, the dress, hugging you in all the right places, you feel uncomfortable and shocked. The push-up bra is working overtime, giving you cleavage that you can’t help but stare at. It's embarrassing how good it looks—too good.

As a guy, you’d be totally into a girl with a very modest chest like this, and now... it's yours. You shake your head, pushing the thought away, but it lingers. This transformation is getting too real.

You adjust the dress, trying to make it sit just right, fidgeting with the straps. You run your hands over the fabric, smoothing it down, and take a step back from the mirror. Despite your discomfort, you can’t deny that you look... hot. Objectively, you’re the kind of girl guys would be all over, which is both confusing and mortifying.

With a last look in the mirror, you decide it’s time to join Liam and finalize the last details of your plan. The night ahead is going to be pivotal, and you’re ready to step into your role.

As you’re fidgeting with the dress, adjusting the neckline, you hear Liam whistle. "Holy shit" he starts, his voice full of admiration. "Dude, you look amazing."

You glance back to see him still fiddling with his tie. He's not fully dressed yet, but he's close. His suit is sharp—a deep navy with satin black lapels, paired with a crisp white shirt. It's the kind of outfit that could make him the center of attention at any upscale event. He looks good, undeniably. But the way he's looking at you... it makes you feel some type of way, a mix of awkward and maybe even a little proud.

For a second, his energy pulls you in. You give a small twirl, letting the dress swish around your legs. "Yeah, not bad, right?" you say with a smirk. "This could work."

Liam grins from ear to ear. "Not bad? You’re a knockout, dude. Marcus Chase won’t know what hit him."

The moment he says knockout, your mood crashes. The brief excitement evaporates. It’s all fun and games until you remember you’re being hyped up for looking good as a girl. A wave of discomfort washes over you, and you cross your arms, trying to shake off the feeling. "Okay, yeah, whatever. Let’s not forget I’m still a guy doing this. It’s pretty messed up, you know?"

Liam, sensing the shift, rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah, I know... but hey, we gotta do what we gotta do. We’re in this together."

The energy in the room dips, reality hitting you both again. This isn’t just dress-up—it’s a high-stakes trial that could change everything.

"Anyway," you mutter, trying to shift gears, "we need to figure out exactly what to ask Hermes for. The whole ‘persona’ thing... we need to nail it."

You sit on the bed next to Liam, a few notepads spread out between you, scribbled with half-formed ideas. Liam grabs one, tapping it thoughtfully with his pen.

"So... Marcus Chase," he starts. "The guy’s a celebrity. Charismatic, confident. We need to appeal to what catches his eye."

You nod. "Yeah, but we can’t just go for basic charm. He’s got Victoria Worthington clinging to him already, and she’s got that high-society vibe. I can’t be a copy of that."

"Right," Liam agrees, jotting something down. "You need something that grabs his attention. Maybe something bold. Mysterious?"

You write bold, mysterious on the pad, thinking it through. "He probably likes women who challenge him, right? But at the same time, women who feel a little untouchable. Like, out of his league."

There’s a pause as you both mull it over, the gears in your brain turning. You’re trying to think of someone, something that could work when Liam’s eyes light up—he's clearly just had an idea.

"You know what?" he says, his voice picking up speed. "We could try to dupe some of Victoria’s traits, sure, but that won’t be enough. If you’re too much like her, he’s just gonna think you’re a knock-off."

"Okay," you say, intrigued. "What’s your point?"

Liam grins, snapping his fingers. "What if we dupe one of his exes? Not just any ex—what about Sofia Armenta? You remember her? The Spanish model? He was obsessed with her back in the day."

You feel a jolt of excitement. "Oh, shit. That’s actually brilliant! She had that whole unattainable vibe but was still warm enough to keep him hooked."

"Exactly!" Liam says, beaming. "If Hermes can give you that Sofia magic... Marcus won’t stand a chance."

You stare at Liam, impressed. "Dude, that’s actually genius. Why didn’t we think of this earlier?"

Liam shrugs, looking a bit proud of himself. "Hey, I have my moments."

You laugh, feeling a surge of excitement. With Sofia's vibe and the right mix of boldness, you’re starting to feel confident about the trial. And with Liam’s plan to distract Victoria? Things might just come together.

Now, it's just up to Hermes to pull it off.