I was speechless as my dad let go of me, leaving the bag of clothes and everything else on my bed. He closed my bedroom door as I slowly walked over to my bed. I started picking out the items of clothing. First there was a black pencil skirt, it looked like it would stop a fair bit above my knees if I did wear it. Then some patterned tights. I always loved the look of girls legs in tights, but now I was supposed to wear them? I just didn't want to get in trouble that morning, and my stupid brain came up with the quickest excuse possible, and now I have a job as my dad's secretary. I let out a little sigh as I pull out a satin purple blouse, it has a slight frilly design on the short sleeved cuffs. I guess this is supposed to be my interview outfit as it's on the top of the rest of the clothes. I see some black laced panties and a matching bra resting on top of a makeup box and a pink razor and some shaving gel.
This is too much, I think. I just need to explain that I woke up after that party dressed like that as a mistake. I leave the outfit on my bed and walk over to the door. As I'm about to open it, the handle turns and my dad pokes his head in.
"Oh great, you found what I wanted you to wear today, is everything okay?"
I look up at him, gulping as I prepare to speak.
"Look Dad... I'm really happy that you found me a job, but do you think I could wear boys clothes for it? I don't actually like wearing girls clothes that much to be honest..."
He frowns a little, looking at me with a slight confused expression.
"You..? You don't? Son, no one minds if you wear those, and anyway, you got this job because you wear girls clothes. It's not exactly going to look great for the company if we have someone like you working there and dressing like the rest of the men, HR will think that we are forcing you to dress a certain way. No one will laugh at you or call you names, so have a shower, you can put your hair in a ponytail, then once you're washed, shaved and dressed, Mum will come in and help you with your makeup. We have two hours til the interview so hop to it!"
I don't get a chance to reply as he closes the door and I even hear him turning the shower on for me. Feeling defeated, I pick up the clothes, a hairband and the shaving kit. Walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, I strip and climb into the shower, feeling the hot water wash over my body. I wash my hair first before coating my legs in the shaving foam. I've never had much body hair being quite fair haired and blonde, so it doesn't take long to shave them smooth. Still, it looks and feels quite odd now they are hairless. I get out of the shower and shave my facial hair and then dry my hair, putting it up in a ponytail like I was told to. I've worn my hair like this a few times, usually when going for a run, so it doesn't fall over my face. It feels different this time though. I start getting dressed, putting on my panties first, covering my pubic hair and cock. I tuck it in a bit as they're quite small and it's making an obvious bulge. I pull up the tights next, feeling them practically glide up my smooth legs, it's a strangely nice feeling and I stop for a moment, admiring my own legs in them and running my hand down then back up them. I see why girls wear these, but I'm not a girl. I think about taking them off and just flat out refusing to work for my dad. I shake my head though, if I do that not only will everyone be angry with me, I still will have to find a job. I put the bra on, noticing that it's padded, giving the illusion that I have small breasts. It's a bit uncomfortable, digging slightly into my skin. I try to ignore it as I pull up the skirt, hugging my legs and butt. Then putting on the tight satin purple blouse and doing up the buttons.
Turning around I look at myself in the mirror. I move my hips from side to side as I check out my own figure. With the padded bra and the pencil skirt, I even look like I have feminine curves and features on my body. My cock twitches a little. I'm turning myself on, and I can't help but let out a little laugh, shaking my head as I look away. I pick up my clothes and open the door as I see my parents there waiting. I blush, feeling so embarrassed as they both give me reassuring smiles.
"You look lovely, dear!" My mum says as she takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom. She's got a small mirror in her hand already, giving it to me as she sits me down.
"Now just stay still, I will do this quickly so try to learn what you can. But I can show you some tips another time when you aren't in a rush, so just relax and sit still."
Relax? I think. I haven't had a chance to relax since waking up this morning. I do sit still though, just looking blankly ahead as my face is powdered with foundation, and a little red blush, highlighting my already defined cheekbones. I watch as she pulls out some eyeliner, then holding open my eyes as she draws around them, making me blink a few times before I'm told not to. Keeping my eyes open wide, she brushes my lashes with some mascara then puts some light pink eye-shadow on my eyelids. My mouth drops open as I see her picking up too clip on hooped earrings, placing them a little painfully on each ear.
"Don't worry dear, I've booked an appointment at the salon for this weekend, you won't just be getting your ears done though, the rest is a surprise!"
She genuinely looks pleased with herself as my stomach starts feeling like I'm on a roller coaster. Leaning forward, she lifts my chin up and tells me to pout my lips, she even squashes them together for me then gets out some lip liner first, drawing around them. I've had quite big lips all my life, I used to get teased for it when growing up as they were red as well, my friends asking me why I'm wearing lipstick even though I wasn't. Maybe they could see the future, as my mum runs a bright pink lipstick over them, coating them in it then tells me to press my lips together a few times. I obediently do so, feeling the strange sensation of them as they touch, with the lipstick on. I go to get up once I've done that but she puts her hand on my shoulder, telling me I look great but there's one last thing. She puts her hand in my new makeup box and pulls out a pink lip gloss.
"You look wonderful but those lips are practically begging for a bit of shine!"
I'm held down, sitting on my bed, as her other hand runs the lips gloss generously over my lips. Then she takes the mirror from my hand and holds it up in front of my face. I don't even recognise myself, bringing my hand up to my cheek as if to just make sure that I'm looking at me in the mirror. Breaking the spell I'm under from being in shock of how I look, my mum takes the mirror and shakes her head.
