Yes, but things are worse again

Candi struggled getting back to the office. Her heels clicking on the ground loudly and it even looked like she had scuffed a toe. Beneath the scratched leather of her 3 inch heels, something more plastic-looking reflected back at her.

Candi also kept catching her relection in windows. The bigger, blonder hair. The makeup. The slightly swollen, slightly parted lips. Each time she felt compelled to fluff her sprayed mane of blonde or pout a little. It was getting harder to close her lips for some reason.

Finally, returning late to the office, Candi pulled her ID from her black purse and tried to swipe in.

The security entrance beeped angrily at her. And again. And again.

Finally, a muscled security guard walked over, looking exasperated.

"Again, Candi?"

He stood very close and reached around the turnstile, and arm brushing against one of Candi's boobs. One big hamd engulfed her own and her ID card.

"This way round, sweetcheeks." he said, moving her card over the scanner and earning a happier bleep.

But I was using it that way round! ... Candi tried to say. But instead a vapid titter escaped her lips, alongside a lone:

"Oops!"

"You should get your ID card updated too, of you are going to stay a blonde." The guard said with a condescending smile and a swat at Candi's butt as she wiggled through.