They accept, if you practice

Alice laughs behind you, her large breasts giggling behind you against your head. Jill smiles too, but her look is frighteningly predatory.

“Aww they admitted they were a sissy! They are going to be perfect!” Alice giggles.

“Yes, a perfect sissy maid. With enough practice. That being said, you need a lot. So, every day until the party, you’ll be the office maid, get some practice serving superior women instead of creeping on them. And if you impress and obey all week, and especially at the party, I’m sure someone will find that pesky Solvent. Do you understand slut?”

You nod, not thinking of any other way out of the hole you dug than to obey until they let you out, both metaphorically and physically. She frowns, and you realize she wants enthusiastic consent. “Yes, this sissy will serve until they are satisfactory.”

Her frown turns back to that dreaded smile. “Good sissy. But I don’t think you are fully prepared to serve, don’t you agree?” She asks Alice behind you.

Alice breaks off her back hug, spinning you around. “Oh most certainly. Our maid can be even prettier, and that’s not even mentioning the proper accessories!”

Alice was apparently the best makeup artist of your employees, and immediately went to town. As she added layer after layer, her and Jill kept belittling your status as boss and praising your natural femininity and slutty body. By the time they added a bright pink wig, you were believing that your body was too small and curvy to ever be manly, and that this was much better. You also said nothing when Jill stepped in with a small pink bit of plastic after they joked about how small your clitty must be, only letting out one sad whimper as she quickly bent between your legs and reaching up your small skirt and moving aside your panties to lock your cock up. “After all, why does a sissy even need access?”

They stood you up before you could think too much, pulling you over to a small wall mirror. You finally got a good look at all they have done, and you couldn’t recognize anything but your embarrassed expression. Your body, your face, your looks all might as well belong to a stranger.

“My my, this sissy does clean up well.” Jill says, now being the one behind you pulling you into her and holding you up on your shaky heels. She uses this chance to grind against your ass, causing another girly moan to escape your lips.

“That’s good enough to begin I think. Grrrr…. That ass is doing things to me… fuck, that’ll wait till another day. For now, this will do to start your maid training. You’ll go out to every employee and find something you can help them with. Doesn’t matter what, but you need to have helped everyone by the party date. I’ll take my help later, but Alice, do you want anything?”

Alice pretends to ponder as she sits in your chair, putting both her feet crossed on your desk.