You agree

“Fine…” you replied.

"Okay, great. We'll need to do a lot more prep, because this time they'll have a few hours to look at you, instead of the few minutes they had last time." Sophie said. “And you’ll have to do a lot more than just use a falsetto.”

The day of the dinner came, and Sophie showed up at your dorm with a shopping bag full of stuff. As you let Sophie in, your roommate, Rufus, was on his way out with his computer tucked under his arm.

“Where are you off to?” you asked.

“The library to study, why?” Rufus replied.

“Just wondering when you’ll be back is all.” you said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t get in the way of you two lovebirds.” Rufus said, a knowing look in his eye. If he only knew…

“Thanks.” you said as Rufus left the room.

“Okay, let’s get to work.” Sophie said, dumping the bag out onto your bed. She picked up a bottle of body wash, a razor and a bottle of shaving cream and handed them to you. “Use this to wash yourself and then shave your legs.”

“My legs? But that could take weeks to grow back!” you protested. “I won’t be able to wear shorts for the whole summer!”

“It’s either pants or get eviscerated by my father, which would you prefer?”

“Fine,” you grumbled and headed into the bathroom, thankful that your dorm had an en-suite bathroom.

You washed yourself with the body wash, which was either very feminine smelling, or maybe it just smelled like Sophie did and created the illusion of being feminine-scented. Regardless, you tried not to think much about it and just did as Sophie asked. While your arms didn’t have much hair on them, your legs did, and the razor almost didn’t make it through both legs. But you managed to make it out of the shower with two smooth legs that only had a few nicks in them, as you discovered when Sophie made you apply lotion to them.

“Ooh, ouch!” you whined.

“Stop being such a baby!” Sophie said, as she laid out the clothes she’d brought for you.

You grimaced as he saw that the outfit included a skirt.

“I got you this skirt, which will help you with sitting like a proper lady…” Sophie adopted a fake (and very terrible) British accent. “Plus it’s super cute and will really show off your legs.”

“Can’t I just wear what I wore the last time?” you asked as you held a pair of panties in your hands, this pair being purple instead of pink. “And aren’t I supposed to be a tomboy? Tomboys don’t wear skirts!”

“First off, you can’t wear the same outfit, because it would be suspicious if you only owned one pair of clothes.” Sophie said, which you accepted with a nod. “And second of all, you’re dressing up a little for dinner. You know how traditional my parents are, they’ll appreciate this. It won’t be that girly, I promise.”

“They better…” you grumbled once more.

“So this is a skater skirt,” Sophie handed the pleated pink skirt to you.

“Seems girly to me…”

“That’s cause you’re a boy, and everything is gonna seem girly, now put it on!”

You did as you were told, then Sophie helped you get a matching purple push-up bra around your chest and stuffed it to approximately how it was stuffed the last time. Then Sophie handed you a white shirt with black stripes and ¾ sleeves, which clung to your sides, giving you the illusion of curves.

“And since we’ve got more time, I can work on your makeup and really soften your face.” Sophie said.

“Soften?” you asked.

“You’ve got sharp features, but in order to be passable, we’ve got to soften them.” Sophie replied. “Plus I’ve gotta clean up those nails, just a touch, no colored polish or anything, though.”

She worked on your makeup, doing a less rushed job, accentuating your features and using blending to really make your face look different. And with some eyeshadow, mascara and lipgloss, a quick filing and clear-coating to your nails, in addition to the wig being placed back onto your head and styled, Joanne was back!

“Woah…” you remarked as you looked in the mirror. “We fooled them before, but this is…”

“I know, I’m an artist, aren’t I?” Sophie smirked. “Anyway, let’s finish up. Here, put these on.”

Sophie handed you a pair of ankle boots with a chunky heel.

“Heels?” you whined once more.

“It’s to make sure that you walk more like a girl. Besides, the heels aren’t any taller than they’d be if they were men’s boots. Well, maybe a little bit…”

“I don’t know if I should be worried by how much thought you’ve put into this.”

“I was the one being hounded for weeks about Joanne coming over for dinner, trust me, I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.”

Standing up, you looked yourself up and down and Sophie nodded in approval as she snapped a quick photo of you, all dolled up.

“Hey! Delete that!” you reached to grab Sophie’s phone, but ended up tripping and nearly falling to the floor, but Sophie helped steady you before he did.

“Don’t worry, it’s just for fun.” Sophie said. “And let’s hope you can get used to those before we make it to my place. Now let’s sneak you out of the dorm!”

“Oh, great, I’d almost forgotten…” you sighed.

It wasn’t that difficult for you and Sophie to make it out of the dorm, after cleaning up all your evidence into a shopping bag for Sophie to dispose of later, for one thing, it wasn’t as if two girls wandering around was out of place in a co-ed dorm, and most people weren’t looking too hard at you anyway. It wasn’t until you reached the entrance that they ran into a snag, as you walked towards the nearby parking lot, you both froze as you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, Sophie!” Rufus exclaimed, rushing up to you.

You started to breathe heavily as Sophie turned around nervously. You also turned, but kept your head pointed towards your feet.

“Rufus! What’s up?” Sophie asked.

“Is Joe back up in the room? I thought it was date night!” Rufus replied.

“Oh no, something came up and we had to cancel, Joe had somewhere to go urgently.” Sophie said.

“Ah, okay. Probably for the best, the library’s wifi is down so I can’t study there. Say, who’s your friend?”

“This is my cousin, J-uh, Anne. Anne.” Sophie said, motioning to you.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Joe’s roommate Rufus.” Rufus said.

“Likewise…” you muttered in the voice you’d attempted to practice.

“Anyway, we’ve gotta go, see you later!” Sophie immediately turned on her heel and practically dragged you to her car as quickly as possible. “Phew…”