First job application-Secretary 2

Sarah and Arron looked at the reflection in the mirror and both had differing opinions. For her, it looked like she was staring at a near mirror image of her mother, though (if it were possible), much more pretty and refined. The woman had long brown hair that had a slight curl in them from a few minutes with the curling iron. Her makeup was near flawless and was just subtle enough to give the impression she was wearing makeup without being too heavy or too cartoonish. All in all, her face was made just right.

A few days had passed since they had submitted the applications to the respective companies and the first to return their call had been Northwest. The woman on the phone was very bubbly and also very excited to have a response to their posting. For his part, Arron made sure to play up his interest in the job offer and to be excited to apply. They spoke for a few minutes before they had scheduled an in-person interview with the regional manager. To say he was surprised to get a quick turn around was a bit of an eye-opener.

Tom's package had arrived the day before and, upon opening it, the two of them were more than a bit surprised at the level of detail put into the props and instructions. Everything was form-fitted and he was sure that Tom had spent a good amount of time cultivating the knowledge to make and craft such things. In his letter, he even went as far as apologizing for the lack of detail and promised to send him another package in the next few days. Sarah commented on the exquisite detail in them and if this was a rush job, the two of them couldn't wait to see what he would come up with for a real-life thing.

They then spent the whole day following his directions on makeup and pairing of clothes, though he cautioned that this was merely a guide and it would be up to Arron to put together an appropriate ensemble moving forward as he attempted to fit in with the office environment. For his part, Arron was more than a bit overwhelmed but the idea that he would be doing this for Sarah was more than enough motivation to swallowing his pride. The fact that Tom had gone out of his way to provide these suggestions and Marjorie for fixing up a background, he couldn't just chicken out now.

That morning, he had gotten up early and after downing some toast, he had gone into the shower and commenced shaving completely as much as he could, taking extra care to avoiding any sort of cuts or awkward hairs from appearing. After getting out and completely drying off his hair and styling it correctly, he walked into the bedroom where he had laid out the hip pads. It wasn't too much but when put together, it helped give him a pear-shape bottom that helped fill out the bottom portion of the clothes rather well. Arron winced a little as he slipped them on, just how awkward it felt but once he snapped the belt in place, the padding only seemed to be an extension of his body. He wondered just how much drag was wearing costumes and where did the magic of illusion come into play.

The chest part came next, though he wondered just how the materials used seemed so lifelike and felt unbelievably real. As he put it on, and then slipped on the adhesive to ensure that they didn't slip or shake unnaturally, Arron couldn't help but wonder just how he would go about all day carrying these things on his chest. They added a bit of weight and without the support of the bra he slipped on and clasped, he was sure there would be problems very shortly. It was beige in color but the support that it gave him, and the coverage, helped to keep him upright. A few moments of contouring the chest helped create the seamless illusion that he had quite the serious rack and would not give someone any reason to glance more closely.

A few minutes of trying to figure out how to put it on and then zip it up, he soon took a look in the mirror at the image in front of him. The black dress was still tasteful in appearance but had a very deep, plunging neckline that drew immediate attention to the breast area that, coupled with the illusion of cleavage, helped only emphasize the nature of his chest. There were bands going across the gap but it just focused more attention at the twin mounds he was sporting. If ever I felt like a piece of meat...

Sarah whistled her approval as she watched him slip on a pair of heels (they had gone for 2 inch heels) and saw him walking without any problems. Arron didn't bother trying to explain why he was a pro at high heels and Sarah, for her part, didn't ask. With him standing up straight, she took out her phone and snapped a picture to send to her uncle and aunt. "You look great, dad."

Arron smirked a little at this but nodded his appreciation and then picked up the bag they had picked up at Ross that held a woman's wallet, his phone, and some additional papers and files. "Well, here goes nothing."

"Cheer up, you'll do fine."

He smiled at that and gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for your help. I promise I'll do my best."