What girl can't live without it?

Jim moved across his office to the door and looked out into the main room and then glanced over at the secretary who caught his eye and shrugged. "DAMNED IF I KNOW" she mouthed silently before pretending to be occupied by the work in front of her. He, for his part, already decided to get involved and moved out from his office and approached the two men who were in the middle of a loud shouting match. "What's going on here?"

Both of them were recent hires and both looked equally sheepish at his appearance. The first one, a young black man, avoided eye contact with either of them. Jim decided to hold judgment until he turned and looked at the other one. "You?"

"It's fucked up, alright?"

Jim decided to let that language slide for a moment and waited until the man huffed and stormed off down the hallway, kicking the door to the bathroom as he walked past. He shook his head and looked over at the black man still standing there. "Anything you got to add?"

The man nodded and Jim motioned for him to step into his office. "Call security, I want that jackass out of here."

***

By lunch, Jim's world that morning had been deep in HR matters and dealing with the potential fall out from a discussion on corporate ethics, HR management, and the joys of a potential racial discrimination lawsuit. That was always a joy, considering this company was one of the whitest in the valley. He had been lucky in that his decisive action up front had satiated the man's anger a bit and the more he talked with Jerome, the more he knew it was going to be something easy to fix and address.

Still, paperwork was a mother...

The rest of the guys had gone out for lunch when he scanned the Team chat links except for two people, Gavin and his other friend, Bryan. The three of them had entered the firm at the same time though, as the youngest of the three, Bryan was ripe for ribbing and endless jokes (often at his youth and naivete on women). Gavin was the prankster of the three, a frat boy who didn't realize (or didn't want to realize) that college was long over. He laughed a little as Bryan said he was eating his lunch from his mother and Gavin was busy in the field, probably spending more time than he should chasing the latest piece of ass he spotted on the subway into work.

7.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU LIKE MAKEUP?

The eternal battle. Vanity, thy name is teenage girl. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Her grace and beauty could sail a thousand ships. Makeup was a girl's best friend and a woman's necessity, that was what he was told by many girls and he often wondered why Laura didn't really invest more time or energy in it. She had a lovely face but her stance was that natural meant natural and barely owned any and put them on even less. Angela was similar to her mother in that regard, both women hardly invested any time or energy or even thought into makeup and what it could do.

Jim went all in.

If I were a girl, I would love makeup. It would be a major part of my day and routine, I would be constantly trying new things and know what works for every occasion, though I would still strive to learn more. I wouldn't go heavy but I would know what looked good on me and where to stop.

With the rest of the lunch period taken up by more memos, Jim turned back and poured himself into the work. As he did so, his face slowly began to lose its angular shape, his cheekbones shifting and his chin becoming both less pronounced and more rounded, softer, while his eyes widened just a bit. His nose, never large to begin with, became smaller and thinner, matching the overall slimming of his face. By the end of the work day, as he finished writing up the last reports and got up to leave, his face had finished shifting until it looked exactly like what he would've looked had he been born female, more like his mother's side of the family than his father's.

"I'm leaving for the day," he called out and after the secretary waved him off, Jim walked over and caught a glimpse of himself in the glass and paused for a moment, pulling out some lip gloss from his padfolio and after finishing touching it up, walked over and walked down the stairs to the lobby.

"Done for the day?" He looked up as Bryan and Gavin caught up with him.

"Yeah, figured it would be good time as any to get out of there. Had to deal with the Jerome situation."

"Oh shit, that was you?" Gavin shook his head. "Damn, don't miss that jackass McHenry a bit, too loose with the rules and saying shit like that, you'd think we were stuck in the 50s."

He nodded and the three of them got to the parking lot before Jim waved off at his friends and walked over to his car. Getting in, he slid behind the wheel and paused for a moment to look at his reflection again in the mirror before deciding that he was only heading home and it would wait. Speaking of it would wait, he looked at his quiz sheet at the next question and laughed a little to himself as he pulled out from his spot and turned towards the exit.

8.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE SPORTY?