You awake in a taxi

You've been having a strange mix of dreams, so it becomes hard to tell fantasy from reality, but as you stir, you feel a sense of traffic passing and your body in motion in a way that seems strange but too unusual to be purely imagined.

Flicking your eyes open, you look through a car window to see a car pass in the other direction. You instinctively reach towards the window and freeze, your hand has perfectly manicured ruby red nails, and a very nice (diamond?) ring on your middle finger. Startled, you look down and your view is partially blocked by two big mounds coming out of your chest, covered by a white blouse. Over that is a smart black business jacket that opens up to almost show off your chest, and beyond that you see two sleek nyloned legs coming out of a tight black skirt. Draped over your shoulder is a fashionable black purse.

Your heart jumps! This is what you're like? In public?

You lean forward to get a look at yourself in the rear view mirror, but somehow this just attracts the driver's attention.

"Ah, glad you had a good rest."

You gulp and just nod. Hopefully he was okay with a weirdly dressed guy in his car.

"I wouldn't be that rested before a job interview I can tell you."

"Job interview?" you squeak, your voice sounds different, but you assume it's just because of the surprise.

"Yep, don't worry, you'll be in plenty of time. And dressed like that you've nothing to worry about."

You're heart jumps again, but he didn't seem to have used the statement maliciously...

You need to look at yourself, and with an idea you open the purse. There's a big makeup bag in it but you just take out the compact and look at yourself in its small mirror. You open your mouth in surprise.

Ebony flowing hair framed a sumptuous feminine face. Deep red lips, dark shaded eyelids, long mascara eyelashes, delicately soft face. This was someone you'd like to ask out to a date, not to be!

Straining, you try to figure out what happened to your face. A lot of foundation, blush, and other makeup mixed with the hairstyle and all the clothing combined in a hard to escape illusion. The taxi driver wasn't upset about driving a weirdly dressed guy, because he thought it was a formally dressed girl! More to the point, what happened?