The next morning

The next morning, you awoke in a cold sweat, suddenly remembering the events of the previous day. You put everything together in your mind, Fact: Everyone you had interacted with had thought you were a woman, particularly Carol, who seems to have taken a special interest in ensuring that you embrace your femininity. Fact: You had a job working at a salon. Fact: You needed money if you were ever going to fix your time machine and get home, and the best way to do that is to keep a low profile, which means continuing this charade.

You hopped into the shower, though you dug out a shower cap, since you didn't feel like washing your hair today, and just used a bar soap to wash your body. You dug out a new blouse, a green one this time, and put the capris on, and the flats. You had washed all your makeup off, but not knowing how to reapply, you left that alone for the moment. As you finished making a small breakfast, somewhat harder with the way they had filed your nails, you heard a car-horn, and looked out the window, seeing an unfamiliar car parked out front, but recognizing the driver, Madge, the tall, blonde girl from the salon. You put the key in your pocket and walked out of the house, approaching the car.

"Hi Erica!" Madge exclaimed. "Oh, no, that's not going to work."

"What do you mean?" you asked.

"Eleanor probably didn't have time to mention it yesterday, but she has a pretty strict dress code. No pants. You're best off wearing a dress, but she'll accept a skirt." Madge replied.

"I..." you started, but Madge cut you off.

"I'm not gonna drive you if you don't change." Madge said.

As much as you wanted to buck against this authority and wear pants... you had limited job options in this time period, so you trudged back into the house and found a skirt in the closet. Unfortunately, your hairy legs were not an option, and you didn't have time to shave. Fortunately, you found a pair of dark stockings that obscured your leg hair. To finish it off, if you were going all-in on the girly stuff, you weren't gonna wear those awful flats anymore, choosing a pair of black kitten heels that were somehow more comfortable. And with no pockets, you were **** to check the closet for a purse, finding a black handbag, filled with assorted feminine items. You dropped the key into it and returned to Madge, who was satisfied with your choice.

"Oh, Erica, you're not wearing any makeup." Madge said as you sat down in the passenger seat, after fussing with your skirt for a moment.

"Uh, I'm not that into makeup." you replied.

"Nonsense, makeup is what we use to look pretty. Let me fix that." Madge quickly dug into her purse, and before you could refuse, had given your face a coat of makeup, making your face look similar to how it had when you left the salon the previous day.

"I..." you checked your face in the compact mirror that Madge handed you. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Madge smiled and started to drive.