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::AUTHOR'S NOTE:: I just want to thank everyone for the very, very lovely feedback on part one and I hope you enjoy part two. I apologize for the delay and hope part three will not take as long. To get everyone up to speed I definitely recommend reading part one first. A quick refresher, Jon Darrow is an out of work, young man in his twenties. After becoming desperate with his bills piling up his best friend Clara suggests he take a role as a paid extra in a commercial that is being shot in town -- the catch, the last remaining spots are for women, thus requiring Jon to dress as a girl. Clara helps him become Mackenzie Walsh and that's when Jon finds himself thrust further down the rabbit hole of being a young, twenty-something girl in the city. Enjoy!:: Chapter One "Mr... Jon Darrow?" the man in the doorway said. "That's me," Jon said as he rose from the leather couch in the waiting area of the office. He straightened his tie and walked toward the man. "Very nice to meet you, Mr. Meyer." "Likewise," Meyer said shaking Jon's hand. "Follow me." Jon was led into a modest office with a large oak desk in the center and tall windows in the back that looked out onto downtown. Harland Meyer gestured to the curved chair that was placed directly in front of his desk. Jon took a seat and watched as Harland perused through the print-out in the manilla folder in front of him. "Thank you for coming in on such short notice," Meyer said without looking up. "Not a problem," Jon replied. It was Tuesday morning, and Jon was only a couple of days removed from the events of Saturday. He'd still been trying to process it when an old colleague of his had called him Monday afternoon to let him know that he'd finally been able to secure Jon an interview at Howtech. Jon's heart had leapt and he quickly faxed his resume over hoping against hope that this was finally the break he'd been waiting for. So, now, here he sat in front of his potential new boss. "Your resume is fantastic," Meyer said, finally looking up and taking off his glasses. "Thank you," Jon said. "I'll be honest with you if I can, Jon." "Yes, please." "You're almost too good to hire," Meyer said. "What I mean by that is, you have great experience, good skills and references, but because of that, your asking wage is going to scare a lot of people off -- but you deserve to make what you've been making." "I guess I understand," Jon said, already feeling the rejection. "I took this interview as a courtesy through your friend, Greg. You're a great candidate, but I just don't think I have a spot for you as of now and I don't want to insult you with a low offer. I'd like to keep your resume on file if I can." "Sure thing," Jon replied, the wind now officially out of his sails. Jon stayed to finish up the meeting with Meyer, then quietly showed himself out of the office. In the parking lot he sat in his car and contemplated where things were going. When did it get this bleak? he wondered. He drove home with the radio off and lost in his own head. Later, he sat on the couch in his apartment, too discouraged to even feign interest in another job search. There was a faint knock at his door. "It's open," Jon said and Clara stuck her head into his apartment then let herself in. "Based on the look on your face," she said. "I'm gonna guess it didn't go well." "It was another, 'you're a dream candidate, just not our dream candidate'," Jon said with a sigh. "I brought you something that might cheer you up." She passed him over a white envelope. Inside was his pay for being an extra in the commercial he had done. "Yay," Jon said dryly. "I can eat for another week." "Stop being so down on yourself," Clara said. "You're not the first person this has happened to." "I know," Jon replied. "I just need a little 'woe-is-me' time." "In other news," Clara started as she took a seat on the couch next to him. "Melanie keeps texting 'Mackenzie' wondering when she's free to get lunch." "Damn, that woman is persistent," Jon groaned. "Why don't you just tell her that Mackenzie has high tailed it back to Arizona and be done with it?" "Maybe because I still think it's a good idea to go meet with her," Clara said. "I don't think it'll hurt to ask during conversation if she has any job leads." "When I get that desperate I'll ask her as Jon." "Well, I guess it's good you're not that desperate yet." Jon turned to her. "Why are you pushing me so much on this?" "Because I'm your friend," she replied. "And I want good things for you." "It's not weird to you that... I'd be dressing as a girl?" "No," she replied. "Should it be?" Jon sighed. "Maybe I do have a fragile male ego." "Let me tell you something," Clara said. "When I saw you on that commercial shoot, you know what I saw? I saw Jon finally getting out of the house and meeting new people and socializing. In a weird way, I think this is good for you." Jon went to reply, but paused. A part of him knew that Clara was right. As much as he tried to talk himself up that all this was a bad idea, another side was enjoying the thought. It wasn't so much the transformation, but how he was perceived after it. Margo and Bridget, the two girls he met at the commercial shoot, had accepted him as Mackenzie. He'd been just another one of the girls. "I also," Clara continued. "Don't think it's a bad idea either that you get out of the house this week. I know how you get after bad news. If I don't say anything you'll become a shut-in until next weekend." "I'm not that bad," Jon said. Clara cocked an eyebrow and shot Jon a "Yeah right!" look. "Alright, fine," Jon said sighing. "I'll do it. Text Melanie back." "You're not going to change your mind again like last time?" "No, I'll do it. But I'm only doing it to get any leads for jobs." "Right," Clara said. "Todd is on the back burner." "Todd isn't even in the conversation," Jon said. Chapter Two It was early, too early, and they were alone in the salon that Clara worked at. She had the key to the place and was the opening stylist on shift that day, so no one would think it was odd she was there early. The real task, however, was going to be getting Jon ready and out the door before her co-workers started to show up. "Just try to have an open mind," Clara said. "We're gonna take this up a notch." "Funny," Jon replied. "I feel like I've heard you say that somewhere before." "Have I steered you wrong so far?" Jon could only shake his head as he sat back in the salon chair. Regardless, he was still feeling a little apprehensive about the current situation. He wished now that he hadn't let Clara talk him into going to lunch with Melanie. Even though he had a few days since the conversation in his living room to think about it. It just seemed to be a recipe for disaster. What also alarmed him even more was Clara wanted to really tweak what they had already done when she helped him become Mackenzie the first time. For instance, his teeth still felt funny after Clara had done a major bleaching to them to match the pearly white smile that the real Mackenzie had. He stared down at his smooth arms and his smooth right leg peeking out of the silk robe as earlier Clara waxed any remaining body hair off of him. Jon glanced over at the blown up photos Clara had posted and taped of his cousin to the mirror. Below that was her shelf of hair supplies, makeup, and some other items. Jon couldn't tell what they were, but if he didn't know better he'd think she was going to torture him. "What's that?" Jon asked, his voice dropping. "A piercing gun," Clara said. "Remember, the real Mackenzie has her ears pierced and a stud in her nose." Jon felt his palms sweat as he gripped the handles of the salon chair. "C'mon, Clara. That really can't be necessary." "Look," she said. "We have to be authentic. It's like we talked about -- you're just playing a role and that requires one hundred percent commitment to character." "I'm not on camera this time though," Jon pleaded. "I still have to potentially interview for jobs. I can't have my nose and ears pierced." "They'll close up in time, don't worry so much." Jon relented, but only a little, and Clara took that as her signal to approach with the piercing gun. Before he knew it he had two small bee sting pricks against his earlobes and one on his left nostril. She placed tiny placeholder earrings in his ears and a small stud in the hole on his nostril. She came back over and started to apply a very cold substance to his chest. Jon had to hold still as she adhered and aligned two very large 'breasts' onto him. She held them there for a long moment before letting go. Jon looked down at his new additions. He was speechless at how real they looked, he even lifted one up, and it jiggled and he could feel it reverberate against his skin. It gave him goosebumps. "This is unreal," he muttered. "Okay," Clara said. "We're gonna do something different with your hair. I promise, promise it's reversible, and it'll be a hell of a lot better than that wig you wore." "You've already pierced me and given me breasts," Jon said with a strained laugh. "Might as well do what you must." Clara smiled sweetly at him. She approached and put a long black cape over his torso to cover him and had him follow her to a nearby sink where she washed his hair. After the wash Jon started to smell something pungent in the air as Clara dabbled something onto his scalp. "I'm going to let that set for a moment, in the mean time let's get those nails looking cute again." Jon didn't even have a chance to reply before Clara was grabbing his hand and going to work on his nails. Then came his toes and as she was finishing a soft 'beeping' emanated from her watch. She went behind him and began to rinse his hair out throughly. The pungent smell returned again as she began to spread the chemical into his hair. The process seemed to take forever to Jon as he leaned forward in the salon chair back in front of the mirror. He could feel the weight being added to his hair and there was a long series of gentle tugs on his scalp. He stole a look at his hands and noticed that Clara had painted them a dusty shade of pink with a touch of gloss. Same with his toenails. Finally, he got the cue to lean back in the chair, and Clara was taking her time spraying, picking, and combing at his hair. He could feel the weight and the length of it as it touched down on his shoulders. Once she was satisfied she blocked Jon's view as she started in on his makeup. His lips got a base lipstick and was finished off with something very glossy that had a strawberry taste to it. He also took note that she was applying a lighter coat of foundation and blush. Even his eyes got less treatment. "We're going for a minimalistic daytime look," Clara said as if she could read his mind. "You got such great skin it works beautifully." When makeup time was over Jon followed Clara to a room near the back of the salon where spa guests would change out of their clothes and into their robes. Jon felt awkwardly naked as he pulled the gaff up his legs and tucked everything back. Clara seemed unfazed as she buckled him into a strapless bra. Jon took the hip inserts from her next and tucked them into the slots on the side of the gaff. "Yup, just as uncomfortable as last time," Jon mused. Clara swatted his arm playfully. "I rounded up what I could from my old roommate in terms of clothes. Let's just hope I guessed the sizes right." Jon looked up from snapping the black boy short panties into place over the gaff. He was being passed a pair medium wash belle flare jeans that had a zip fly. Once again the fit was tight high up in the crotch and Jon felt as if the jeans put all the focus on his rear. The top came next and Clara helped him get into it. She had selected a royal blue silk chiffon top with a halter-neck and pleated overlay. There were concealed hook fastenings in the back. As Jon stood still she helped his arms into an ivory boyfriend style blazer with cut of the jacket just exceeding the length of the top. "It's not going to mean much to you," Clara said. "But the shoes are Roberto Cavalli heels, so please treat them with care." Jon looked down as Clara was pulling a pair of heels out of a shoebox. They were a blue satin sandal pump with embroidered sequins and a 4 inch stiletto heel. There was also a side-buckle closure. "They just look expensive," Jon muttered. "I'm afraid to wear them." "They were just collecting dust," Clara replied. "I think the Becca wore them twice." Clara buckled Jon into the heels and pulled the leg of his jeans over them. "Time for the home stretch," she said. Home stretch meant accessories and Jon attached the rose colored Michael Kors watch to his left wrist. Clara stepped close and pushed his hair back as she put a pair of ombre crystal chandelier style earrings in the holes in his ears. Jon was still trying to acclimate himself when Clara passed him over a blue Fendi tote handbag. "I put most of the things from your wallet into the lady's wallet that's in your purse," Clara said as Jon opened the handbag and was peeking around. "I also put a few essentials and some of the makeup we used in case you need touch-ups. I'm also leaving you my cell phone so you can text Melanie if you need to. I'll take yours for now." "That's a good -- what the --!" Jon started and fished out something he spotted in the purse. "Seriously?" He held up the white tampon and Clara burst out laughing. "Oh c'mon," she said. "Have a sense of humor and besides you never know." "Oh right," Jon said. "I forgot it was that time of month." "Much better," Clara said with a laugh. "Alright girlfraaand, go have a look at yourself. I think this look really came together well." Jon turned to walk back toward the front of the salon. It took him a moment to get reacquainted with the heels, especially since they were taller than any pair he had worn before. He didn't know if he'd ever get used to hearing himself walk in heels, but he had to admit that he quite liked the sound. However, Jon did find the act of walking with everything else a slightly new sensation. It was the walking in rhythm, the swing of his hips, and the strike of his heels and feeling his breasts, yes HIS breasts, bouncing slightly as he walked. When he got in view of the mirror, he froze. Stopped in his tracks hard. He stepped closer and let his purse slide down to the crook of his elbow. He could see now that letting Clara add extensions to his hair had made a lot of difference. His hair was shoulder length, wavy, and matched the exact dark shade of red as the real Mackenzie. His hazel blue eyes were accentuated by the makeup and really popped. "What do you think?" Clara asked behind him. "I -- I... wow," Jon whispered. "Outside of dressing up for work I don't think I've ever looked this put together." "I'll be honest," she replied. "I'm impressed with how well you pull it off." Jon just stared. Between the makeup, the nose stud, and the earrings dangling from his ears, he couldn't detect any of the masculine qualities of his face and he started to wonder if there had been any. He looked down at his outfit, the tight jeans, the pleated top with the blazer. Damn, Jon thought. I look like the type of girl I can't get a date with. How crazy is that? Clara came up behind him and touched his elbow. He watched himself take her car keys into his hand with the pink nails. "What's this?" he asked. "Well, I figured you'd want to drive to meet Melanie. I can catch a ride home with someone here if you guys end up chatting for awhile." "You don't have to --" "Take my car," she said. "I don't think you want to use public transit dressed like that." "Valid point," Jon said. "Thank you. It sounds weird, but thanks for helping me as much as you have." "No problem, chica," she said and gave him a quick hug. "Now go see if you can get your other half some work otherwise I'm hiring Mackenzie as my new receptionist." "You can't afford me," Jon said with a laugh. "There's that sass," Clara said. "Good luck though, okay?" Jon waved goodbye. He left through the back door and stepped out into the day as Mackenzie. Chapter Three Jon climbed into the driver's seat of Clara's midnight blue Scion TC and quickly panicked that he'd never be able to drive a stick shift in heels. But, he surprised himself, and after a few stop and starts around the parking lot he got it under control. He set his purse down in the passenger seat and put on a pair of Dior sunglasses that Clara had left in the console. It was eleven-thirty and Jon still had an hour to kill before meeting Melanie on her lunch break. As he tried to think of what to do, he almost got in a fender bender as he caught his reflection in a building with tall glass windows. He couldn't believe the redhead in the dark sunglasses with the large oval frames was really him. It was starting to become a little intoxicating, especially when at a red light he could feel the two guys in the Mazda next to him with their eyes checking him out. He turned his head, and gave them a knowing smile, and punched it through the green light. Did I just do that? he asked himself. Though unlike before the guilt didn't feel as heavy. He decided that in the time between meeting Melanie, for better or for worse, he was going to test briefly how well he was blending in. Up on the right was a convenience store and Jon pulled into the parking lot. He climbed out, and headed toward the entrance, heels clicking the whole way. Once inside he took his sunglasses off and placed them in his purse that was hanging in the crook of his elbow. The store was modestly crowded and Jon slipped over to the cooler and grabbed a bottle of water. He jumped into line and waited patiently for his turn. A few other patrons moved in behind him. He stood still, trying not to reveal his nervousness to being in public this way. He extended his right foot and let his ankle rock back on the stiletto heel, a trick Clara had shown him to relieve some of the pressure on the balls of his feet. Finally, it was his turn up at the counter. "A pack of parliament lights, please," he said using the girl voice he had given himself. The cashier nodded absently, and without so much as a word rang up the cigarettes, a lighter and the bottle of water. Jon paid in cash and felt a little silly putting his large purse up on the counter to pull out his women's wallet. Once back in the car he rolled the window down and lit a cigarette. The familiar feeling of lightheadedness swept over him as he inhaled, and gently exhaled the smoke through his glossy lips. The calming effect of the cigarette helped and after a few more drags he let it go. Melanie had wanted to meet at a Panera Bread for lunch and Jon knew there was a Barnes and Noble in the plaza adjacent to it. He figured he'd go in and maybe put his passing skills to the test one last time before meeting Melanie. The store was relatively scarce of foot traffic for the late morning and Jon strolled through the aisles of books down toward the back where the magazines were. Once there, he paused, scouring the racks. A man, probably in his late thirties, tried to steal a look over at him but Jon was too preoccupied. From the racks he grabbed a copy of US Weekly, Cosmo, and Vogue. Magazines he'd seen his cousin reading at one time or another. He strolled into the cafe and ordered a small iced coffee and took a seat at a table. He crossed his legs and began to peruse through the first magazine in the stack. He checked the phone in his purse to see a text from Melanie indicating she was running right on time. Jon took a sip of his iced coffee and felt a bit like he was getting away with something. No one was paying him any special attention. In fact, most of the attention he'd gotten so far had been really positive. To the outside world he was a young twenty-something girl. The thought made him shudder a bit. He was reading an article in Cosmo about "25 Must-haves for Your Closet!" when he knew it it was time to put the magazines away and go meet Melanie. He felt a nervous stroke hit his stomach, but he tried to let it pass. He stepped outside and decided to walk the short distance to the plaza next door. Once inside he removed his sunglasses, and had to squint to check over the crowded tables. He felt a nudge on his elbow, and next thing he knew Melanie was embracing him in a hug. "Aw look at you girl," Melanie cooed. "You look amazing as always." "Thanks," Jon replied and realized he was blushing a bit. Melanie was dressed in her usual attire of pastel colors and sandals. Jon followed as she jumped into line and started to chew his ear off with work politics. The most amusing part was that she had no idea that Jon knew half of the people she was referring to. He decided that a salad and a small soup was appropriate based on his current appearance and after getting his food he walked over and joined Melanie in a booth. "You happy to be back home?" Melanie asked. "A little," Jon said. "I miss the warm weather, but it was time for me to come back." "Did that jerk you were dating break your heart? Cause if --" "No, no," Jon said and decided to ad lib the next part. "It was very mutual. We just grew into different people." "So any new men in your life then?" "Nope, single lady," Jon heard himself say and wasn't sure why. "You know my answer to that," Melanie said with a tiny smirk. "What are you doing for work if you don't mind my asking? You used to manage a Macy's or something right?" Jon paused for a second, mind momentarily going blank. He couldn't remember which store his cousin used to manage at. He decided to quickly shift the subject. "Oh, I'm between jobs at moment, but my cousin Jon he's really been trying to find something. It's just -- " "Jon's out of work?" Melanie interrupted. "What happened to the Dynatech job?" "It fell through. I feel so bad for him. He's been struggling to find something." "That probably explains why he's been so short with me the last few times we've talked," Melanie said. "I can't imagine the stress." "Yeah," Jon almost sighed. "Do you know of any openings anywhere? I'm sure Jon would appreciate that." "I could poke around," Melanie replied. "Though I don't know if I'm an ideal candidate to be a reference for him." Jon frowned. "Why's that?" "Don't get me wrong, hon," Melanie started. "Your cousin is a great guy, but he was pretty anti-social when I worked with him and to be honest I couldn't tell you how much he contributed." Jon had to take a sip of his ice tea. It was sort of like being at your own funeral and hearing what people thought about you. He had no idea that that was how Melanie truly felt about his work ethic. "Well, I would argue -- " Jon began, but Melanie wasn't listening, she was too busy waving someone over. "We're over here!" she called. "Who are you waving to?" Jon asked, but again Melanie wasn't listening. She had a big smile on her face and Jon felt someone step into the early afternoon sun coming through the window on their right. The shadow fell onto Jon's face. "There you ladies are," the voice of the shadow said. "Glad you could make it, Todd." Melanie said. Jon felt his mouth go cotton dry. No way. Melanie wasn't doing this to him was she? He watched her slide further into her side of the booth as Todd took a seat. He had a strong jaw, sharp blue eyes and a tangle of dark hair. Jon remembered his face vaguely from when they used to work together. They had been in two separate departments that never crossed paths. "You must be Mackenzie," he said in his deep voice. "Glad to finally meet you." Jon saw him extend his hand and then Jon watched his own, feminine hand with the light pink nails, get swallowed up in it. The palm was warm, and the grasp just strong and tight enough. "P-pleasure," Jon said. "I hope you don't mind I asked Todd to come," Melanie said. "I figured it'd be a low key way for you guys to meet." "No, not at all," Jon replied. He was starting to feel that sinking feeling in his stomach again. "Can you two excuse me for a second? I really just need to make a quick phone call I forgot about." Without waiting for a reply, Jon grabbed his purse and headed for the door that led outside onto the sidewalk. He wasn't sure why he needed to get away so quickly, maybe it was what Melanie had said about him or her surprise reveal of Todd. He took a deep breath and thought on what the best plan of action might be. Maybe he'd tell them there was an emergency and he needed to go. While he contemplated it, he dug into his purse and pulled free the pack of cigarettes. If there was every time for one it was right now. He shook one loose from the pack and searched his purse for the lighter. "Get that for you?" Jon looked up and saw Todd approaching apprehensively. "Huh?" Jon asked. "I got a lighter if you need one," Todd said. "Uh, sure," was all Jon could say. Todd produced a zippo, and flicked the flame up. Jon hesitated for a moment, then leaned in as the other man lit his cigarette for him. After a short inhale, he blew the smoke gently away from where Todd was standing. "Thank you," Jon said quietly. "Not a problem," he replied. "I'm sorry if meeting like this was a little weird. It was mostly Melanie's idea." "Yeah," Jon said as he took another small drag, making sure to hold his cigarette like a lady. "She's matchmaker crazy." Todd laughed. "You can say that again." An awkward silence settled between them. A part of Jon felt horribly embarrassed being in front of Todd. Here was this man who stood well over six feet, taller than Jon in his heels by a long shot, with strong, masculine, hard features. Then there was Jon, also a man, but buried under hair, makeup, and women's clothes. He felt emasculated to tell the truth. "Melanie mentioned that your cousin Jon was looking for work," Todd finally said. "We used to work for the same company, but I can't say I knew him well. Sort of a loner." "That's Jon," Jon said tightly. "But yeah, he's been struggling to find something." "I can ask around," Todd said. "I might know some leads. I'll probably start with my father, he just became VP at Saks Fifth Avenue corporate. They're re-doing their who team under the new regime. I could put a word in at least." "Wow," Jon said genuinely blown away. "That would be really nice of you, thank you!" "Don't mention it. I'm happy to help. Would you care if I hung around while you and Melanie chatted?" "I should get going," Jon said stubbing out his cigarette under the platform of his high heel. "Understood," Todd said. "Can I at least walk you to your car?" Jon tried to hide his annoyance at Todd's persistence, but said yes. They walked mostly in silence as they headed back to where Jon had parked the Scion. Again, Jon felt uncomfortably short next to Todd, even with the heels on. When they reached Jon's car, they exchanged numbers so that Todd could get in touch with Jon about any job leads. "Could I be upfront about something?" Todd said. Jon started to panic, had Todd read him? "Uh, sure," Jon said. "I know Melanie has been trying to set us up on a blind date. I've sort of been humoring her because most of the people she's set me up with have either been a lot older than me or just really not my type. So, I can't imagine how awkward this must be for you, especially considering she's been trying to set us up through your cousin." Todd stepped closer and Jon could smell his cologne. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I was surprised -- in a good way, that you were actually very pretty. And, you're certainly not required to say yes and you don't owe me anything for looking into job leads for your cousin, but... well, I'd love to at least get to know you. You seem far more interesting than any of the women Melanie has tried to set me up with. So, if you're not doing anything tomorrow night I'd love to take you to dinner. No pressure or expectations." Jon was speechless. He was also divided. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a genuine date with anyone, yet he was being asked on a date with a guy and would be required to dress again. Also, Todd had seemed really sincere in the way he asked and Jon knew first hand how hard it was to put yourself on the line like that. But he was a guy. This was all supposed to be a ruse. Then how come he felt sort of excited at the prospect? "You can say no," Todd said. "No hard feelings. You don't know me at all, but I figured I'd roll the dice." "I'd love to," Jon heard himself say and a tiny, tiny voice in his head wondered if he knew what he was getting into. Chapter Four "Let me get this straight," Clara said. "You actually said YES when he asked you out?!" Jon tilted his head back in the passenger seat. He'd picked Clara up at the salon and now she was driving them back to their apartment complex. He'd been filling her in on the whole lunch meeting gone awry. "I didn't know what to say," Jon groaned. "I was put on the spot, he was being really nice, and had offered to help Jon -- me -- look for a job. I'd have felt like a bitch if I said no." Clara laughed. "What's so funny?" "You just said 'I'd have felt like a bitch if I said no,' Clara said. "This is starting to mess with my head," Jon groaned again. "I need to call Todd and cancel." "If that's what you think you need to do then do it." "Isn't this where you normally try to talk me into it?" Clara swung the car into the parking lot of their complex and quickly found a spot in front of the building. "Jon," Clara started as she killed the engine. "You already know my feelings on this and you know I'll help you in anyway. But I can't make you do something you don't want to -- regardless of what you may think. It's not me you have to convince." She climbed out of the car and left Jon to his thoughts in the passenger seat. After a moment he lifted himself out of the car and walked alone into his apartment building. In the elevator he saw he had a text message from Bridget to him and Margo asking if they were free to hangout on Saturday. He ignored it for now. Once he got inside his apartment he set his purse down on an end table and paced through the living room for a bit. He strolled into his bedroom and stared at himself in the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. A chic looking redhead stared back. He kept asking himself, where was all this going? If he went on a date with Todd, then what? Another date? Was it better to nip it now before feelings got involved? It was past midnight when he knocked on Clara's door. He'd cleaned all the makeup off and gotten into his sweats, but had used an elastic to make a ponytail with his now long hair. "I'm going to do it," he said after Clara opened the door. "The date with Todd. I'm going to do it. I figure one date can't hurt and then that's it. Melanie will leave me alone about it and I can just text or call Todd after and say thanks but no thanks. Then I can go back to being Jon for good." "I think that's a good idea," she replied softly. "I'm going to need your help again. I've never been on a date with another guy. Hell, I'm not even good on first dates with women." Clara smiled. "Well, we don't have a lot of time, but looks like we'll need phase two of Clara's Crash Course in Being a Chick." Chapter Five Crash course had been an understatement. Jon's brain hurt from all the details that Clara had been cramming into it in the last several hours. It was well past three a.m. when Jon finally hit the sheets, still wearing the breasts Clara had given him. He'd awoken briefly to use the bathroom and subconsciously had sat down to use the toilet. At 9 a.m. they were back at. Jon was once again amazed at Clara's knowledge and how insightful she was. They had devised a strategy for the date. They filled in a few blanks in Mackenzie's past as Todd was bound to ask. Clara had also shown him proper body language and how conduct himself during conversation. "Keep it friendly and a bit flirty," she said. "But I thought the idea was not to get a second date?" "You have to be likable, and charming. If you're an ice queen he's going to be less inclined to look into job leads for your 'cousin Jon'. Make sense?" Now Jon hoped he could remember it all as he stood near his front door and just moments away from his date. Jon closed his eyes as Clara spritzed perfume on his neck and wrists. Todd had offered to pick him up, but Jon had declined, preferring to drive and meet Todd at the Mexican restaurant he had chosen. After Clara finished he walked over to the end table and looked in the mirror above it. He was impressed once more by the transformation, not that it took as much this time, but more so on the on the fact that Clara had bought clothes for his date that morning and it had come together so well. His hair Clara had styled in an undo with the bangs swept to the side on his forehead. Rhinestone-Topped teardrop earrings hung from his ears. The light overhead even caught the reflection of the stud in his nose. He noticed how much his hazel blue eyes popped under the long lashes and evening eyeshadow. His lips had a glossy wet pink touch to them. The nails on his hands had been repainted to a dark plum color. For a top Clara had selected a gray tinsel chiffon tunic which matched well with the licorice black bootcut jeans that hugged his faux curves and made his legs look skinny and long. On his feet he wore black studded Alexander McQueen ankle boots with a four inch heel and a zipper down the center. The pant legs of the jeans sat flush over the boots. Clara had also paired a leather jacket for over the tunic top. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," Jon muttered. "I must be out of my mind. "You'll be fine. Stay in character, and remember everything we covered," Clara said as she passed him a gray and black satchel purse that had studs of its own. "I don't think I've been on a date with a girl this well dressed," he mused. "That's a bit humbling." "Then own that," Clara replied. "You are a classy, sophisticated young woman about to enjoy a nice dinner on the town with a hunk. I'm a bit jealous myself." Jon looked over at her and gave her a small smile. "Alright, I better do this before I lose all momentum and back out." "Try to have fun, ok? It doesn't have to be all bad. Look on the bright side, he's buying your drinks tonight." He finally let out a laugh and the two hugged goodbye as he took the keys from her to the Scion. As he got out onto the highway heading toward downtown he made a decision that he was just going to allow himself to be Mackenzie, and to enjoy himself, and that Jon was going to be on a tiny vacation for the evening. He rationalized that full commitment was going to be the only way to do this. Jon pulled into the restaurant's parking lot and found a text from Todd indicating that he was waiting in the lobby area for him. He switched the engine off and took a deep breath before climbing out of the car. He checked his appearance one last time in the reelection of the driver's side window and headed for the front door as he heard his heels clopping across the pavement. The lobby was a little crowded with others waiting for their dinner dates or friends to arrive. Jon spotted Todd sitting on a bench, dressed in a black button down and dark jeans. He smiled when he saw Jon and strolled over. "Good to see you again," he said. "You look fantastic!" Before Jon could even say thank you Todd was opening his arms for an embrace and Jon, even in his heels, found himself at chin level against Todd's chest. He could smell the other man's cologne, masculine and slightly musky in its scent. "Shall we go in?" Todd asked. "Yes," Jon said quietly as he followed Todd through the big double doors. They stopped before a hostess. A thin looking brunette wearing way too much eye makeup. "Reservation for Grisham," Todd said. The hostess tried to do a quick once over of Todd and then himself. Jon had to hold a laugh in. The girl was actually judging whether or not she was more attractive than he was and probably a bit jealous. She grabbed two menus and motioned for them to follow her to the dining section. They were sat at a small table near the window that looked out onto the outdoor deck where a few people were enjoying drinks. Jon set his purse down next to him and hung his leather jacket on the back of his chair. The hostess left with the promise that their waitress would be right with them. "Ever been here before?" Todd asked. "No, I've wanted to try it for awhile though." "Excellent," Todd said. "They have amazing chicken enchiladas." "Good evening folks, how are you?" Jon looked up as their waitress approached the table. She was an attractive older woman, with her blonde hair in a high ponytail. "I'm Bonnie, I'll be your waitress tonight. Get you started with some drinks?" Todd looked over at him and Jon realized he was meant to order first. "I'll do a sour apple margarita," Jon said. "Excellent choice and for you sir?" "I'll take a thirty-two of whatever you have on draft," Todd said. The waitress departed and a silence filled the table for a moment. "This feels a little awkward huh?" Todd said with a smile. "What oh no I --" "It's fine," he replied. "We don't know each other yet. We've both been hyped up by Melanie to each other. It's to be expected." "That's a good point." "I'm excited though. My job keeps me pretty busy and it's not often I get to take a pretty woman like yourself out." Jon felt his cheeks start to redden, but was glad Todd missed it as their waitress returned with their drinks. Both ordered their dinners and quietly took in the view of the outside deck that overlooked the river. "Melanie told me that before you had moved to Arizona you had managed a Macy's. What was that like?" Jon took a sip of his margarita and felt the warm sensation of the alcohol move through his chest. "Very busy," Jon replied with a tiny laugh. "I liked to run a tight ship and I think I was very good at what I did." "I like that," Todd said. "A woman who can be in charge like that. Do you think you'll go back into management?" "Maybe?" Jon said. "I'm enjoying the time off, but wouldn't be against it." "What's your dream job?" "I'd like to own my own clothing store," Jon replied, which was the truth for the real Mackenzie. "Someday right?" Jon was genuinely surprised at how easy the conversation with Todd was going. They talked about work, jobs they'd done, and Todd hinted briefly at his divorce and other aspects of his life growing up in Michigan. They fell into a good rhythm and before he knew it they'd finished their meals and Jon had taken down a second margarita. Todd was charming, funny with a dry sense of humor, and Jon had covered his mouth gently with his hand as he had laughed at some of Todd's jokes. He ascertained that Todd was a guy he'd be friends with as Jon and wished he had talked to him more when they both worked together. After Todd picked up the dinner check, which Jon thanked him for, he asked if he wanted to sit on the deck outside and chat a bit more before calling it an evening. Jon said yes. As they headed down the stairs to the outside deck, Jon felt Todd's hand on his lower back as he was guiding him. Todd had grabbed his second beer from the bar, but Jon had passed, already filling the alcohol in his system as he tried to walk fluidly in the heels. They took a table near the corner of the deck and Jon set his purse down on top of it and crossed his legs as he took a seat. "If you'd like to have a cigarette you can," Todd said. "It doesn't bother me." "You sure," Jon asked as he dug into his purse. "By all means. I still got a light." Jon pulled a cigarette loose from the pack of parliament lights and leaned forward as Todd lit it for him. He inhaled softly, and blew the smoke through his glossy lips away from the table. "So, tell me more about your dad becoming vice president at Saks Fifth Avenue." "It's a big move for him," Todd said. "A lot of his peers have already made that jump, but he's long since paid his dues." "That's awesome." "He's revamping the entire team and looking for a fresh start. Even at the retail level. He wants me to come work in the corporate office." "Would you?" Jon asked. "Hard to say. I love my dad, but he's a hardass," Todd said with a chuckle. "I think we'd butt heads too much." "Totally understand that," Jon said. They fell back into light conversation. Jon was happy that things had come easy enough and that Todd was being a gentleman. The nervousness he had felt prior was washing away. He enjoyed being out and socializing, even if it meant dressing the way he was. Finally, Todd said that he should probably call it a night since he had and early start in the morning and offered to walk Jon back to his car. They strolled side by side through the parking lot. Neither talking. Jon's heels echoing over the cement and he still felt small and emasculated walking next to Todd with all his height and build. "I had a great time," Todd said. "You're really, really down to earth and I like that." "Thank you," Jon said. "You too." "You're not like most of these city girls. It's refreshing." Jon smiled. "I don't want to be forward, but I'd love to see you again, if you want to." Jon heard himself say. "You have my number." Internal Jon, the one he'd sent on vacation, suddenly arrived back from his trip and was shouting in his head. "What are you doing?!" "Okay then," Todd said and he started to lean in. Jon was trying to silence the voice in his head that he missed a beat and didn't realize what Todd was doing. He put his hand up, but it met Todd's wide chest and stopped there, and Todd took that as a sign to proceed. He reached down and gently took Jon's chin under his index finger and kissed him. It lasted a few short seconds, but to Jon it seemed forever, and he was so frozen by his shock that he just stood there and took the goodnight kiss. Todd pulled away, smiled that grin of his. "Goodnight, Mackenzie."