Later that day

Most of your working hours had gone by. You type something in with your fingers, which now had pink-painted nails. As you looked at another woman's body getting changed to match a clients request, you batted your black mascaraed eyelashes from time to time. "Stephanie, I'm done with this one." You said after turning your head towards your coworker. As you did clip-on earrings dangled against your neck.

"Let me see." The redhead moved over to you and checked your work. "Jewelry, make-up and clothing-style aren't matching the request." She criticized your work. "The client wanted an elegant woman and not a trophy wive." She corrected your work and sent it. "You know what that means?" She asked sounding a little happy you failed the fifth time that day.

You let out a sigh and nodded.

"Good, then first look up to the ceiling." You did as she said and a few seconds later felt something soft brush over your right lower eyelid, followed by the right. "And now look down." As you looked down, you directly looked into Stephanie's cleavage. Not that you hadn't seen big breasts in the last few days, but directly looking at the real thing was very stimulating. Together with you not having much of an erection the whole day, you quickly got one. "And we are done." The woman said. Blushing a little you looked away from her cleavage and into the mirror on your desk. There you saw that your eyelids had just been covered by shiny blue eye shadow. With the other things done before, your face had become quite feminine, still clearly male, but quite feminine.

"If you would excuse me." You said and quickly went to the toilet. There you looked into the bigger mirror. "This feels quite embarrassing." You said looking over your made-up face. But that wasn't the reason you went there. With your pink-painted nails you pulled your pants down, revealing your hard penis. You sat down on the toilet and began masturbating. Directly across from you you saw a body length mirror reflecting your whole body. You had seen it before, but now that you wore make-up, you really noticed it. It was a strange scene you saw in it: a hand with pink nails stroking your penis, red lips shaping an O as a soft moan came out of your mouth, feminine earrings dangling against your neck and a woman's eyes looking at the whole scene, while the rest was clearly your male body.

After you had finally cummed and cleaned everything up, you left the toilet. You went back to your place and sat down to start with the next request.

"You don't need to do another." Stephanie said and turned towards you. "The rest of your time will be needed to remove everything." You were happy that you were finally released from it. You didn't know what would have come next, if work had continued. Shoes, clothing, hair?

"And we are done." The redhead said after she had removed the last bit of pink nail-polish. You were finally back to your old full boy-look. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You left the agency. That day you had finished just five requests, which was the lowest number you had in the few days. But therefor you also masturbated just once.