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Manufacturing a Partnership Part One By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT "Hey, you ok?" said Greg seeing Blake looking wiped as rummaged through the red pocketbook on the vanity. "I'm fine," shivered Blake as he stood staring at his reflection. "But I need a minute. This has all been just too much to handle!" He took a deep breath standing in front of the bathroom vanity clutching the ends with his hands quickly becoming mindful of his sharp long platinum silver glitter tipped stiletto nails as he pinched the granite between his fingers and thumb. It was incredibly nerve-racking staring at himself in his current state still struggling to accept himself as a glamorous woman as he reached up his nail tip and casually sliding his hair away from the edge of his left eye. As he blinked he stared at the dark charcoal at the eye shadow at the outside crease of his eyes noticing how it blended into light silver towards the bridge of his nose. Above it a creamy fawn color accented his thin dark arched manicured bows and at the middle of his lids was a hint of metallic glitter. The blackout liner that surrounded his brown eyes made his russet colored pupils seemingly cat like and huge fanned false curled lashes batted with every flicker. His complexion never looked so pristine with any little flaws hidden beneath a silky foundation and expert contouring alongside the bridge of his nose and nostrils gave it such a thinner appearance. A healthy glow from the bronzer above his burnt apricot blushed cheeks added a dimension of feminine bone structure to his face and a burgundy red- wine infallible lip color made his whitened teeth pop the minute he attempted an uncomfortable smile. For the first time outside the comforts of his bedroom, his normally gelled back dark chocolate hair contained a middle part and instead of being slicked back in a CQ style low pony now sat perfectly coiffed like a runway model. Across the outer edges of his eyes, the first layer of his natural hair turned away in lovely dark chocolate wings on each side sliding away from his face on the outside of his cheeks. Beneath it, layers of wavy long locks had been color melded so naturally from dark to light as they streamed across his shoulder blades and the front of his shoulders appearing shorter yet incredibly sexier. Beneath his jawline now, the first thick S-shaped wave ruffled as it became lighter now in an ashy brown color before the next few waves bend gradually morphing into a gorgeous caramel blonde. Just touching his wavy soft long hair, he was amazed at how it flowed in a silky smooth style as the bends of winding curving shape were seemingly baked in. Beneath his hair long silver tear drop metallic dagger style earrings swayed with the slightest movement and a series of silver bracelets jingled from his right wrist as he moved back a step from the vanity. He was amazed his body could actually pull off being in such a short dress almost wanting to scream in such uncomfortable yet sexy shoes. A silver sequin adorned off the shoulder v-neck mini-dress was actually so light and stretchy it was actually comfortable yet the matching silver peep toed pointy stiletto 5 1/2 inch shoes were so narrow and spikey so just standing in them presented a challenge. Only caramel waves covered his collar bones as the dress was completely off his shoulders and small short sleeves beneath the ball of his shoulders covered most of the thin muscle tone of his biceps. Underneath the sparkly dress, a one piece light grey strapless silicon stuffed buster gave him a nice busty C-cup appearance and beneath it silver duct tape was wrapped around his member tucking him back underneath his matching light grey lacey panty. The thin thigh high hose on his legs had a silver shimmer and the elastic lacey edges were attached to garters holding them up tightly hidden under the hem of the skirt. He was striking and trendy yet even after everything it was so hard to accept he could pull off looking so stunning as the woman in his reflection as he rummaged through his cosmetics case on the vanity. "What the hell did I get myself into?" said Blake talking to himself taking one last deep breath. Thirty Six hours earlier......... "Congrats buddy," said Greg as Blake picked up the phone. "We did it. They selected us for formal presentations. This is crazy." "I can't believe it," said Blake. "Maybe we should have tried to partner together years ago." "No kidding?" said Greg excited. "It felt like old times like back in college. Remember what a great team we made presenting in class together." "That was almost a decade ago?" chuckled Blake. "And the only thing that changed since then was we're older because I still did all the hard work and you took the credit." "You mean like finishing off the deal to get us to this point?" laughed Greg. "Sure you're the details guys and I'm the salesy one. I'm the closer. All that hasn't changed and don't forget even back then I paid for everything we needed." "True but that was by choice so you didn't have to put in the long hours right?" said Blake. "That's pretty much always been the deal. You like being money man just showing up last second and being the hot shot." "You got me there," laughed Greg. "It's just who I am and It's not like I hid it." "How could you hide it? You can't hide anything you do with that big mouth of yours," joked Blake. "Everyone knows your business was inherited and mine was built from the ground up with nothing. It's me, myself and I and you've got a huge staff." "Huge was a thing of the past. We've downsized twice and now I'm down to fifty employees. Sure, I can't live off my trust fund forever so this business is all I got and this deal would be a nice new account I really need," said Greg. "I'll have my secretary book your travel arrangements and hopefully you've got a suit that's not from Walmart." "I guess that's why we got good team work and we're business casual here so I'll figure that out when I get there," said Blake. "Have her get me on the next plane out." Blake had spent about eight years now building a creative and collaborative business while Greg inherited the family business and was mostly driving it into the ground. With his family retired, Greg had to manage it day to day but wasn't the most organized or hard working guy more interested in working out and partying then he was working long hours. When a Japanese business group was interested in his products and manufacturing he needed someone like Blake but stumbled to hire people with the right skill set to assist. Growing desperate he reached out to his old facebook and fraternity friends when he realized his old buddy's small business held the key to potentially landing the business he so needed. Together they strategized how to rebrand Greg's products and then Blake diligently built sites, content, catalogs, optimized processes and re- branded the image. After two video presentations and a long formal proposal together they were chosen as a finalist and invited to Seattle to present face to face with the very strict Japanese upscale business group. Greg had a car met Blake at the airport when he arrived from his super early morning east coast flight and then whisked him right to the office for their west coast morning client call. After some brief introductions at Greg's office, they settled into the conference room preparing for the pre-presentation conference call to discuss the next day's face to face presentation. "Good morning Mr. Wakamatsu," said Greg. "This Greg and I've got Vic, Maryann, Blake, Thomas, and Taylor in with me. I thought we get everyone from our secretary to operations to production and of course creative staff in here just in case you had any questions we need to cover now sir. Would you like everyone to introduce themselves and tell you what they do?" "Good morning," said the collective group. "Hello everyone but for now it will just be myself and our process only allows us to ask questions in the formal setting we have planned," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "I'm sorry if you all gathered for no reason but feel free to chime in if you have something to add but I'll also remind you Mr. Claiborne that only yourself and your partner will be allowed at the face to face briefing." Understood sir," said Greg. "And I'd like to formally thank you for this opportunity and I hope you understand how much my partner and myself are looking forward to our face to face presentation in the morning. In fact we can hardly wait." "Did you say morning?" said Mr. Wakamatsu. "Yes, we're early birds so we certainly don't mind," said Greg. "In fact I'm used to working on eastern time with my partner." "Mr. Claiborne, thank you but I must interrupt," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "I hope our language is not a barrier?" "Oh of course not sir," said Greg cordially. "Interrupt me anytime. I tend to talk too much sometimes." "Hopefully you misspoke and not misinterpreted our meeting time," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "Please refer to our last correspondence. Our meeting was in JSP not EST or even pacific time. 8am JSP is 6pm EST which 3pm Pacific. Our meeting is later today not tomorrow morning." "You idiot!" yelled Blake muting the phone. "You never read the details. Even in something as important as this you didn't pay the fuck attention. Forward me everything going forward and hopefully you didn't miss anything else. Lucky everything is already ready for them." "Shit! Thankfully you are so damn anal," gulped Greg feeling a beat of sweat running down his forehead. "Sorry. Will do buddy!" "Hello?" said Mr. Wakamatsu speaking. "Sorry sir, Mr. Claiborne just needed a sip of water," said Maryann unmuting the phone. "So do we have an issue because if so you will be disqualified and they'll be no point continuing the conversation?" said Mr. Wakamatsu. "No sir," said Greg looking over at Blake. "I may have just misspoken. We are ready and 3pm today will be fine. My partner and I are prepared to put our best foot forward." "Very good Mr. Claiborne!" Mr. Wakamatsu happily. "My wife and I are looking forward to meeting you and your partner. We look forward to getting to know both of you more intimately and I must say I find it intriguing that you've produced a presentation and united front that seems so in-synch after not being together for eight years. It shows a special bond that you've found something very unique." "Thank you sir," said Greg. "For us it was like old times and everything gelled immediately once we got back together. Our relationship is special and I can thank you enough for this opportunity that got us back together after all these years. Our partnership is also something extremely very unique and we appreciate the opportunity to show that to you." "As is mine and my wife's. She is a force in our industry and my business would never be this successful without her. Her creative skills are second to none back in our country and I can certainly see your partner is cut from the same mold," Mr. Wakamatsu with vigor. "Honestly part of what has drawn us to your offering is that we see some of the same things in both of you. As a businessman you seem strong and sales oriented and my wife saw your better half's attention to detail and vison as if it were her own." "Thank you sir," said Greg giving Blake the thumbs up. "We're very flattered and hopefully you'd both agree to be our dinner guests' right after the presentation." "Confidence! I like that Mr. Claiborne. We'll see you at 3pm sharp at the Four Seasons in conference room 6B. I've allocated ninety minutes for you to present," said Wakamatsu. "As for dinner impress us and we'll consider taking you up on an evening once we find it to be appropriate." "As you wish and I'm confident we will sir," said Greg pumping his fist towards Blake who was getting excited. "Then you'd be the first couple to do so Mr. Claiborne," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "Trust me I'm the easy one but my wife and our board are more judgmental. Understand she's the only reason your proposal wasn't already rejected as I'm sure your aware it violated the initial requirement." "Oh well thank you for allowing us then?" said Greg surprised shrugging his shoulder. "We're honored." "It's fine. We amended it based on your more liberal American customs but you're the only couple that calls your arrangement a partnership," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "I hope I'm not losing anything in translation here as sometimes my English is not as good as I'd like. Especially the slang or nicknames for things?" "Did he say couple?" whispered Blake muting the phone and grabbing the stacks of paper from the desk. "Of course not sir?" said Greg unmuting momentarily confused throwing up his hands as Blake riffled through the amendment. "Oh good because this unique initiative that targets married couples that function in business together is something we're extremely passionate about," said Mr. Wakamatsu. "But don't worry because if you see the amendment we emailed you last week we modified it so a domestic partnership likes yours won't be discriminated against. In fact, my advice is that a love story of two old college sweethearts getting back together and achieving something based on our initiative might be an advantage to you. If I were you I would play that up in front of our board today but that's as much advice as I'll be able to give you. I wish you, Mr. Claiborne and the future Mrs. Claiborne, Miss Hunter the best of luck today and please check the email I send you last night with your security badges for entry." "He just called me Miss Hunter! You lazy fucking fool!" yelled Blake as hung up the phone. "He thinks we're a domestic partnership! Not a business partnership! Open your fucking email and let me see the security badges! I think I just wasted months and months when I could have been finding other business opportunities on a deal we don't qualify for!" "I think he just misspoke," said Greg frazzled turning his laptop towards Blake. "Uuumm? I don't think so boss?" said Maryann. "Well even if you're right?" stuttered Greg. "They can't discriminate. We could be a gay couple." "Are you fucking nuts?" said Blake scrolling through his email. "These are Japanese rules and a Japanese contract. Neither one of us has any idea what they can and can't do! He called me Miss Hunter and your fianc?e. He said the future Mrs. Claiborne!" "Oh shit," gulped Greg as Blake clicked on the attachment. "Mr. Gregory Claiborne and Miss Blake Hunter." "Miss Blake Hunter! Now what?" screamed Blake. "I'll call him back and explain it was a misunderstanding," "Explain I'm a guy." "We'll be eliminated," said Greg. "I'll just have my secretary come and pose as you. She's hot and they'll never know she isn't Blake?" "Thanks and I'm glad I look hot to you idiots around the water cooler but are you nuts? I can't present this stuff?" said Maryann throwing up her hands. "It's sounds like Japanese to me just hearing it in English." "Exactly! Do you even realize what you just asked her to do? All the detail I spend months on for this deal and have developed over eight years? All the detail his wife and whoever else will be grilling us on?" said Blake. "You think I can teach her that by this afternoon." "Don't think so!" said Maryann shaking her head at Greg. "Yeah, no chance," said Greg sitting back with his hands over his face depressed. "What the fuck is this couples crap and why the hell couldn't you have been a woman? You would have made a good one." "Low blow asshole," said Blake leaning back in his chair. "Guys can be creative and have good handwriting too." "Maybe but you were our go to cross dresser back in the day. Remember?" Teased Greg making a joke. "Yeah! In our all boys high school for the plays!" said Blake shaking his head. "That's what happens to the small skinny kid." "Well you made a decent chick and you do have a high pitched voice?" giggled Greg. "Remember what you did in college?" "You dressed like a girl in college?" said Maryann curiously. "Well a little... when they needed me to sneak into the sorority and unlock the back door for the panty raids," laughed Blake. "Those were fun times and I was the only one small enough to fit in the outfits we stole. We did have some good laughs didn't we?" "And it was more than that! I almost forgot!" said Greg looking over at him. "I mean obviously you were kind of convincing and rumor had it that those weren't the only times you got dressed up?" "Rumors you probably spread," balked Blake rolling his eye. "Wasn't me spreading them and I could care less if you did but I heard it from a few girls," smiled Greg. "All you heard about was Halloween stuff," said Blake defending himself. "Maybe?" said Greg rubbing his chin before looking right into his eyes. "So you don't still dress up do you?" "Stop thinking that immediately," said Blake starting to get annoyed. "I want this as much as you do but now way!" "But what's the answer?" said Maryann getting up and coming over looking at him lifting his ponytail. "Your hair is longer than mine and I could see how you might be pretty cute once you got all dolled up?" "Are you two nuts?" said Blake. "This is a business meeting? Do you realize what you're even saying?" "You've got four hours until we'd have to leave for the meeting and a ten percent raise if you can make it happen Maryann," said Greg looking at his buddy like he was chop meat. "What do you say?" "I say give me your Gold Amex and you better make that twenty percent because I'm about to give up my noon nail appointment to your partner and you know how much I'm hating that," smiled Maryann holding out her hand and looking over at Blake. "I'd say you flew across the country to win and what the fuck do either of you have to lose at this point?" "But I can't pull this off," gulped Blake watching Greg hand his card to Maryann as she rushed out of the room putting her cell phone to her ear. "Please Greg! That was so long ago and for pranks and plays!" "I remember you said that in college too and next thing we all knew was that we partying in the invitation only sorority house with some little brunette that snuck us all in," said Greg. "You were a natural and I had almost forgotten about that. You were the one that got us all laid." "Yeah, everyone except myself," said Blake annoyed. "Remember I had to make believe once I was someone's cousin from community college and be the girl that helped you idiots meet chicks. You think that was fun for me." "Probably not but now I know why you didn't answer that question he asked you earlier?" said Maryann spinning a black satin gaff around her finger before tossing in on the conference room table. "So you going to answer it now?" "No way?" said Greg as raising his brows and looking over at Maryann as she tossed his carry-on bag on the conference room table. "You're not really saying?" "That it was right inside his suit case along with some pretty racy lingerie," smiled Maryann looking over at Blake as she tossed a bra on to her boss's head. "Yeah I am saying it and I do like your taste honey." "Don't touch anything else in my suitcase," said Blake looking ready to cry snatching it off Greg and trying to snatch his suit case away from her. "Those could be for my girlfriend you know!" "But they're not? Are they?" said Maryann sliding it away from him. "It's none of your business," yelled Blake red with embarrassment. "True but as far as I knew you didn't know anyone out here and I didn't see any dresses or outfits in your suitcase but somebody's got fabulous taste in shoes?" said Maryann. "Should I go pull out those paten pumps I saw in there and we'll see if they fit?" "Please don't," said Blake wanting to kill her. "Fine!" said Maryann drilling home her point. "But did you happen to travel out here without your girlfriend but for some reason with your girlfriend's little travel sized makeup case?" "Well no but..." gulped Blake. "But what? There's nothing to be embarrassed about?" said Maryann sitting down tapping her finger across her mouth looking inquisitive. "Please? I'm finding this fascinating honestly?" "So Blake you can do this then?" said Greg growing excited. "This could be the incredible break we need?" "I can't and please close my suit case," moaned Blake. "Just give me my ticket home and I just want to get out of here." "No, we've come so far and whatever you're into I'm fine with it," said Greg stopping him. "Please! Don't quit now! Your work is amazing and I can only imagine how good you must be at this now after all these years. You were never a quitter at anything." "Fine I dress up! I admit it and I like it but I don't go out in public honestly?" moaned Blake. "It's just something I do in private?" "Well that makes sense given I only saw lingerie but you've never been out since college?" said Maryann walking behind him and touching his face and hands. "I mean I just thought you were kind of a metro guy like so many these days when I first met you but I guess I looked right past it. Long hair, whitened teeth, manicured brows and you've got such soft hands." "Thanks? I think but I..." started Blake looking ready to break down. "I think we're down to three hours and forty five minutes," said Greg looking at his watch. "Now just go with Maryann and do what you have to get ready. Please just try and it's all on my dime. Worst case consider this a free makeover and once you're ready if you still think you can't pull this off then I won't ask again. Please at least try or I guarantee you'll wake up tomorrow regretting you let this once in a lifetime chance slip away. Please Blake?" "I can't believe I'm saying yes," swallowed Blake softly nodding. "But don't expect too much. You'll need to really cover for me." "Only if you two keep wasting time chit chatting! Three hours forty minutes," smiled Maryann yanking his arm. "Let's go get you looking gorgeous!" "Crap," moaned Blake as Maryann yanked him from the room. Right outside they went, getting into Greg's car as Maryann sped off driving for ten minutes before they parked in a large upscale plaza. "Ever get your hair done professionally before?" said Maryann pulling into a spot. "Almost a few years back," said Blake meekly. "I made an appointment and chickened out in the parking lot." "Nails?" said Maryann turning off the car. "No," said Blake wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. "This should be a nice treat then and I'll be here to support you so it'll be fine," said Maryann opening the car door and stopping looking over before she got out. "But I assume from the lingerie I saw that you're nice and smooth though right?" "Yes," gulped Blake feeling light headed. "Ok, one less thing to do," smiled Mary pushing her sunglasses back up her nose. "Let's go find a nice suit first and the right underwear. Just fyi and I'm not judging but now that I know the deal with you.... I can see your panty lines in those slacks. Next time you wear those pants avoid anything lacey or high cut on your hips hon." Blake got out feeling completely self-conscious as he followed her inside an expensive looking boutique. Inside he saw racks of women's suits and dresses as she browsed through a series of suits holding up a few things she liked against him. "Maryann, wonderful to see you," said the saleswoman coming over hugging her. "So this is him then?" "Yup! Blake met Sara," said Maryann. "Hi?" said Blake wanting to crawl under a rock quivering a bit as they softly shook hands. "So what do you think?" said Maryann. "I think we start by breathing a little!" said Sara taking both his hands now and stepping back looking him over. "And relax honey your money is just as green as everyone else's. I think with a pinch here and a tweak there then you'll look fabulous! So let's get started!" "You're about an eight right?" said Sara. "You're dress size?" said Maryann to Blake. "Is that a medium?" said Blake sheepishly. "Sometimes," smiled Sara grabbing a cloth tape and measuring around his waist and hips and then pushing up his arms measuring under them. "Go inside the dressing room and strip down to your panties honey while Maryann and I pick a few things for you to try on. Don't worry you won't be my first dresser and I've seen it all. You brought his gaff like I asked you to right?" "Of course?" said Maryann opening her pocketbook and handing it to him. Blake felt half scared to death as he walked inside a large women's dressing room and then into a smaller private room. He was dying from his nerves as he stripped off his clothes before tucking himself away in his gaff and then five minutes felt like he was standing forever alone as he awaited them coming in. In a way he was excited never being fitted for women's clothing before as he'd only secretly shopped for the things he accumulated or had mostly purchased on-line. Half of his limited feminine wardrobe never fit right anyway and the rest was stretchy looking fine for himself in private but didn't seem too practical to step out in if he could ever work up the nerve. His nerves though would now no longer be a concern of anyone as Sara slid open the curtain with him standing there in only his gaff instinctively covering his private area with his hands as she hung a series of women suits and blouses across the wall hooks. "Arms out and let me do all the adjusting please," said Sara unsnapping a bra and then spinning him clipping it in place. She took a few moments adjusting the shoulder straps and then opened the front feeling his flesh. She opened a few boxes holding up some silicon inserts against his chest opened and closing the bra multiple times. Finally when she was satisfied, she peeled the paper from the back of the silicon and pinched his flesh inward before pressing them in place. He was fascinated looking down as he watched her bucked the clear fastener between the fleshy silicon attachments before she wasted no time re-clipping his bra. Without hesitation now she knelt taking his foot as she stepped into the matching panties and then there he was standing with two women in nothing but a white satin lacey bra and matching high cut panties. Within two minutes Sara had done a better job creating cleavage than he'd ever done himself as he started at his busty reflection went she bend down again helping him on with some sheer panty hose. It was a whirlwind now being put in and out of blouses as each one went on and off more quickly than he expected. Finally they had at least left one on him they seemed somewhat satisfied with as it was time to step into skirt after skirt. Grey then navy then then black and a series of patterns all went up and down his legs as it was almost dizzying with all the trials and debate. Next came suit jackets flying on and off as he stood as their mannequin never imagining people would be dressing him like this. "Ok, so separates it is then Mar-! So I can size him properly," said Sara standing up. "This I think is the winner on him." "I agree," said Maryann touching the fit. "I love it!" "Yes so for the future honey you're a ten in a jacket and an eight in a skirt. If you buy a dress that's strapless, spaghetti strapped or cut narrow then get a size eight and really you're so thin you could even fit in a stretchy six," said Sara nodding. "And that's a good thing! You said his pumps were a nine right?" "Size nine right Miss Hunter?" smiled Maryann stepping out of the way so he could see himself dressed. "Well seven or seven and one half in men's," gulped Blake. "So I think so?" Sara softly smiled as she hurried out of the dressing room and then returned within a few minutes with three shoes boxes. He held her shoulder stepping into each one as Sara checked the fit and they studied the look until she exchanged them one last time for the one she started with. "Take a few steps and looks like you'll handle these no problem right?" said Sara as he stepped three or four steps and then back towards them. "Well yeah," said Blake avoiding eye contact. "The ones in his suitcase were a touch higher," said Maryann. "I think he'll be fine and let me pay you because we better get moving." "Of course and please text me a picture of the final look," said Sara hugging them. "I've got a few cute things though that will finish off that suit. One last second to accessorize with some select pieces and off you go." He almost couldn't believe he was walking from the back room dressed as a professional woman yet was absolutely still uncomfortable knowing his hair hung pulled back in a low pony without a stich of makeup. That though he also knew would be coming soon as they debated some costume jewelry and began adding bracelets, rings and then some earrings. Any banter about pocketbooks or bags then ended quickly as he was shortly holding a strap across his left shoulder and found himself carrying a thin attach? case in the other hand. As panicky as he felt in the dress store, it soon felt much worse as out of the boutique then went parading down the pavement until they turned into a well-lit smaller open glass store as he would shortly be taking Maryann's regular nail appointment. "Ok, I'll be right next to you hon," said Maryann flexing out her finger looking at her nails. "At least they could squeeze in changing the color on mine since you'll be getting my regular tech. If I scratch my boyfriend it'll be on you because I really need these cut down but that'll have to wait until next week now." He rolled his eyes as at least in the dress store he was mostly alone with just Maryann and Sara in the backroom but now instead he was thrust into an open setting with a dozen other women as they led him to a nail station. He sat almost afraid to look around as they began trimming away his cuticles while he tried not to make eye contact with others hearing nothing but women endlessly babbling. He had known only the scent of polish in the privacy of his own home yet now the pungent smells from the crowded nail salon were nasally electrifying. With his nail tech's face covered in a small surgical mask and limited English there would be little conversation he'd have to partake in anyway but even if he was curious about every step needed to transform his digits. Mercifully, his chair was soon reclined while a technician worked on his nails before another hovered above his forehead with a few long strings in her hand. "Go easy Maryann," said Blake glancing over at her at the next nail station. "I still have to work like I normally do tomorrow." "What are you worried about? I can tell they're already professionally done?" said Maryann looking over. "They just need some shaping? Who does them for you back home?" "The woman at the barber shop," said Blake a bit embarrassed. "They're naturally super bushy and get long." "Barber shop? Seriously?" giggled Maryann giving him a look of disbelief. "Come on? Your hair is down to past your shoulder blades. You don't look like the barber shop type to me." "I get it trimmed sometimes but I usually get a nice close shave and my brows cleaned up," said Blake. "I just did that yesterday before I came out here. Greg was pushing me to look professional and my best for the meeting." "And you will," smiled Maryann as the woman straightened Blake's head against the headrest and pushed his eyes closed. He sat now feeling each pinch knowing wondering what the hell the result could possibly end up being as they began shaping his brows. In actually it really didn't last that long as they were in decent shape to begin with. What he didn't expect next was the deep cleansing that soon began across the rest of his face as they proceeded to give him a facial. He at least got to rest about forty five minutes until finally they returned his chair to an upright position. He almost couldn't believe the sparkle looking down once his finger came out from under the dryer never imagining he have such long manicured nails. He extended his wrist moving his fingers intermittently under the Florissant light captivated by the long square white French tips that protruded well past his finger prints. "Keep your fingers extended honey for a little bit and I'll get the door," winked Maryann tapping his elbow to get up. "We're only going next store and your nails came out perfect so be mindful not to touch anything until later!" He took a deep breath nodding as he got up taking his attach? case and pocketbook with the inside of his fingers carefully avoiding contact with his new nails. As much as his new outfit and underwear helped kick off his public transformation, having long nails that couldn't just be dropped off at a moment's notice seemed to cement him into his current situation. In a way his nails were still mentally semi-permanent as he knew they could be eventually trimmed or soaked off but when he got a good look at his unmistakably arched thin brows his face felt completely made over before a bead of makeup would even touch his skin. It had been barely over two hours now since his private dressing secret had been revealed and then ten yards from the nail salon he was following a woman he barely knew inside an elaborate beauty parlor. It was a surreal moment for a boy with long hair that had only awkwardly played with it for the sake of feeling pretty in private as a flawless beautician approached extending her hand. It was almost an overwhelming moment as he realized this was not some woman in a male barber shop trimming split ends as instead she'd be re-creating his image in a way he never dreamed anyone would. "Welcome Blake. I'm April, Maryann's hairdresser," said April softly shaking his hand. "Follow me honey and don't be nervous! I'll be taking good care of you." "Ok?" gulped Blake walking behind her and sitting down in her salon chair. "So let me see it all and please don't get offended," said April as she wrapped her cape over him before Maryann handed him his makeup case. "Oh sure?" said Blake surprised. "I didn't even know you brought that with us?" "Hope you don't mind but once I glanced through it I knew we had quite a few issues," said Maryann softly smiling at him. "Think of it as a chance for Greg to refill your cosmetics without you feeling uncomfortable sneaking a few items in the basket at CVS." "Mostly Wallmart," grinned Blake trying to relax for a moment seeing her riffle through the case. "Yeah, I see that?" said April placing a few items on the counter. "See these?" "Yes. The mascara, eye liner pencils and lip gloss?" said Blake. "No good?" "No those are the only things you're keeping," said April tossing the entire case into the garbage. "The foundation and concealer are all wrong. The cheap blush is useless and honestly this is an eyeshadow kit geared for teenagers. Even the case is cheap crap but once you leave today I'll make sure everything will be perfect for you!" "Uuumm," sighed Blake feeling as uneasy as he was excited. "Ok?" "That is why you had my appointments rearranged this morning correct?" said April with her finger lifting his chin and evaluating his face. "I believe so," nodded Blake looking over at Maryann. "Ok, you're in good hands now," smiled Maryann. "She gets a bit serious but she's amazing honey and we're not about to skimp now." "I see that," softly smiled Blake as April rolled over a big makeup table next to her salon chair. "See you in an about hour Blake," winked Maryann tapping his shoulder under the cape. "Come honey," said April. "Let's go wash you out." He followed now feeling very different than at the local barber shop where they had only dampened his hair with a spray bottle and now instead he sat back as she surrounded his caped neckline in a small towel. Out went the scrunchie and then the chair was dropped back never feeling so pampered as she placed his hair into a basin. The soft fragrant shampoo under her manicured fingers felt nothing like his own hands inside his shower back home and the warm water never seemed more soothing. When he starred up at the ceiling high hats while the conditioner tingled throughout his follicles he almost couldn't believe what was happening. Ten minutes relaxing in the basin would soon turn to serious business as she rinsed him one last time and turned off the faucet. When she squeezed the excess water from his head and the chair sat back up, he softly left the air slide from his lungs knowing the final yet most important step of his transformation would now be upon him. "Ok sweetie," said April wrapping his head turban style and then tapping his elbow softly to get up. Back to her chair he went seeing himself in the mirror seated like any girl would be as she pumped the petal a few times elevating his chair and then stepping between him and the mirror. She opened a few draws as he saw all the brushes and applicators selecting some tools like a surgeon and then began opening a series of skin colored tubes. Blake sat silently as she blotted a series of different colors onto his cheeks and then neck. Once she decided on what she was going to utilize she was all business with straight pink blade and some cream scratching at his chin and then sideburn areas making sure not even the smallest ounce of stubble existed. Wither her fingers and then a sponge she slowly but sure covered the slightest of shadows and then contoured his face. It felt soft and lightweight nothing like he was used to when he tried it himself so different than the caking he'd done on his own. After some brushing and powdering, his curiosity was getting the better of him especially when he looked up seeing her clamp down his lids with a lash curler. Open and closed went his eyes on command as she worked on his lids and his liner. He was a hack at bedroom makeup depending on his creative skills as opposed to real training having learned only from a few books and youtube. Seeing beiges and browns and pinks on a little applicators popped his eye balls as if they were hot pinks and lime greens at the ocean as his eyes grew as big as beach balls with anticipation. When her lips blew on the glue of a false lash right in his line of sight, he never closed his eyes faster when it dropped towards his lids looking forward to how the enhancement would look and not foreseeing the slight foreign feel when he blinked. With the mascara wand whizzing back and forth on each side lifting his lashes, he suddenly realized he probably now longer needed to worry about looking like a boy in a girl's suit as he had now spend considerable time being made up and if April was as skilled as Maryann said he'd soon be looking the part. She took a pencil to his lips now outlining the edges and then softly but surely filled in the rest with a brush. "Ok, let's see what we really got here?" said April unwrapping his hair as it tumbled to his shoulders. She took her comb now sliding it through his hair parting it from side to side flipping it around before she took some long silver sheers in her right hand and stared in at him. "You're about twenty five right?" said April staring at him thinking. "Twenty eight," said Blake nervously looking back at her. "And am I right you really don't want me cutting too much right?" said April. "Not really, I've been growing it for years," said Blake feeling butterflies fill his belly. "A bob about here would be really cute on you and very professional though," said April holding her hands horizontally across the middle of his neck. "Yeah but," started Blake starting to freak a little. "But relax," said April taking away her hand. "I know as cute as that might look that would be too drastic for today. How about we layer a little so you've got some shape and I'll do something that we keep long. Sound good?" "Much better yes," said Blake feeling better. "Good then no cheating and when I'm done I think you'll be really excited," said April turning his chair so he wouldn't be able to see in the reflection once she step from his line of view. The moment his chair locked away from the mirror, she began by parting his hair on the left side and brushing it all onto his back. He had tried his hair like this alone many times by now as she began by combing through the back in its entirety and then trimming off two or three inches straight across the middle of his back. She moved now brushing a trimmed section onto each shoulder and then rotated her position so she was in front of him now. She took the front most section from the left part to the right temple sliding it behind his ear and then began lifted each side slightly as he looked down watching her angling the ends. It was exciting seeing his hair take shape as he looked down realizing it still seemed really long yet would have now have some feminine shape as she took out her blow dryer rolling it under towards his neck. Once she was done on the left and then the right, it could feel the pounding in his chest while she blew out the back and then he listened to a familiar sizzle as she ripped through it with her extremely hot flat iron. When she finished in the back she pulled the section from behind his ear and then brushed the hair back behind it away from his crown before stretching the long section right in front of his eyes. He dying to see the final result thinking she'd flip it across from the part but instead she brushed through it before dropping it right in front of his eyes. "Chin up honey," said April manipulating his face as she combed through the damp hair across his nose. He felt nothing though as well below chin level he could hear her sheering away as she brushed each side inward seemingly connecting the middle with what had been placed on his previously on his shoulders. "No cheating. I'm not done," smirked April pushing down at his lids with her pinkie before blowing out the front and brushing across his forehead into his cheek area. A few last time she dragged her flat iron across his forehead quickly led to some squirts from her pump spray as he felt some of it stray to his face. With her fingers she seemed to be patting near his ears and neckline while continually spraying and then he peeked open his eyes as she swept the hair across his forehead above his right side lashes. A quick glance down and he could see how curled inward to his breast plate his straight hair bend before she stepped back finished smiling in at him. "Ok big smile girl," said April unsnapping the cape and pulling it from his body as she spun the chair revealing his image. "I think you look amazing but you tell me?" When the chair stopped so did his heart for a moment as he stood squeezing his legs together before his bladder got the best of him as he got to his feet. One step towards the mirror was like his first step on the moon trying to fathom that this face could still be his and he agreed to this haircut. Being a sporadic dresser enjoying some private time in fem was nothing like what he just signed up for as his normally overdone done clown-like bedroom makeup or poorly styled hair now were instead were professionally done looking remarkably natural. Before him now stood a well-dressed business woman without question appearing ready to make her case for the prized contract in a way he could have never imagined. Never before had his makeup looked so flawlessly applied seemingly blending into his complexion naturally where it needed to yet emphasizing his features boldly where it should. It was actually almost invigorating when he work up the nerve to let loose the big smile like she asked as touched his hair enthralled at its new shape, unexpected fullness and illustrious shine. He need a moment overcome with mixed emotions unable to stop his finger from shaking as he reached up sweeping the edge of his hair that slid a touch into his line of vision. Just glancing down he felt queasy seeing the long sections of hair that sat on the floor near her chair trying to fight back any regrets. She had certainly kept with their agreement though to keep it long, as it still sat straight across his back and his shoulders but maybe he should have asked more questions about what that really meant. What certainly shocked him most of all now yet he had to admit seemed to look so delicately feminine was that she had sheered in long side bangs that swept from his left part across his forehead half covering his rights lid before they bend under in a long layer a few inches past his chin. With the rest still very long except for the slight layering curling just above his breast area, she had still delivered the look of a young sophisticated career woman without sacrificing any femininity. He was not some butch looking boy in a dress that he feared he might appears as instead he sucked in his lungs ready to take the meeting by storm as perfectly coiffed mid-twenties professional with an unmistakable level of sex appeal. "Let's just pull it back just a little for the meeting honey," smiled April taking a brush to the crown behind his side bangs. "I know that sometimes during presentations when you girls get a bit animated it can become a wreck so after all you've done to look amazing today we don't want that." "Yes, I do tend to speak with my hands and get a bit animated," Sighted Blake mesmerized by his image smiling and sliding his tongue over his white teeth. He watched now in the mirror as she ever so carefully dug in a wide tooth brush just behind his side bangs and tugged atop his crown. Within a minutes time she gathered most hair from temple to temple between her fingers and then wound in a clear band on the back of his head. Some spritzing and the slightest of teasing followed as she lifted the section atop his head and then he felt a tight snap near the back of his head. "I've been saving this barrette for a special occasion and I think it works with the entire ensemble," said April lifting a large hand held mirror showing him the back. "What do you think?" "I don't even know what to say?" sighed Blake seeing the ornate pearl centered barrette hold back the middle section his hair only adding to his professional look. "I just go with whatever you say." "Good then I say just hold up the mirror for a moment because I like to add just an element of dimension," said April shifting the mirror to Blake's hand. He watched now as she grasped the clipped section beneath the barrette inside her curling iron rolling it up as one and coating it in hairspray. When she released it ten seconds later, she raked through his hair with her fingers and then the element of some dimension she wanted had been achieved by adding a few loose finger separated curls atop his straight hair. "So did I hook a girl up or what?" said Maryann coming in now as Blake dropped the hand held mirror hearing her voice and seeing the big smile on her face. "Not bad for a few hours work and better than that straggly dweeb I met earlier don't you think?" Blake could only fight the grin for so long before smiling back at her in the reflection showing off his pearly white raising his brows. He stood shifting his weight amazed at how he looked for the first time in his life in an expensive suit let alone a high end grey pinstripe ladies suit. He could barely even remember the last time he even donned a men's suit thinking it might have been for his cousin's wedding a few years back but in no way did the cheap off the racket untailored suit even compare to striking Armani garment he had been so perfectly fitted for. A simple chest welt, waist slip pockets near each hip or peak lapel were really no different than normal but certainly the feminine cut of the garment especially the more pinched in waistline and hourglass shape would differ greatly. Of course being in a short matching grey pinstripe pencil skirt would make all the difference as the tight unforgiving skirt hemmed about four inches above the knee. Plus instead of a buttoned up stuffy shirt and tie, a red silk blouse sat open showing the most minute bit of faux cleavage and its shirt style collar folded over atop the suits label. Matching wonderfully to his red silk blouse were his 4 inch pointy Aldo leather pumps and red Michael Kors shoulder bag that sat on April's vanity counter. He leaned down picking up his black leather girl's Tumi Sinclair attach? case well aware of his long square tip French nails almost forgetting they had just hours ago been attached yet quickly reminded he needed to be mindful of them. "I brought you J'Adore," said Maryann coming over and spritzing his neck and then his wrists. "Like it?" "UUummm," sniffed Blake barely able to contain his liking. "Sure, I guess that will work." "Good then I'll put the travel size in your bag and April made you up a new makeup case," said Maryann showing him the metallic girly case and placing it in his pocketbook. "MAC foundation, Chanel brushes, a L'Or?al eye kit and of course an Estee Lauder lip palette should all be your staples now," said April lecturing. "Not that I have given you some cheaper mascara, pencils and shadows as well to mix it up a little but please from now on only fill in at the big box stores and trust me cosmetics stores like Sephora or Ulta Beauty will be happy to take your money even if your dressed in boy's sweats." "Ok," nodded Blake with a grin amazed at the contrast between his teeth and his creamy matte ruby lips. It was so different wearing deep long lasting lip stain instead of a five dollar lipstick from a tube as the soft red lip color made his lips look much fuller and plump. The red color she had chosen though wasn't as bright as his silk blouse or shoes as somehow she made his batting lashes beneath his big brown eyes the focal point. With the top lid thickly lined and the bottom lid only coated in mascara, even his own line of sight was drawn into the creamy beige accents beneath his arched brows and the charcoal grey's at the outer lids blended into a coffee brown at the centers. Just a hint of bronzer skinned above russet cheekbones before small pearl drop earrings swayed barely noticeable beneath his dark hair. It would take some getting used to having long swept side bangs constantly slipping a touch into his line of vison over his right eye that he'd need to push aside but that would be less worrisome as he stared at how amazing his hair now looked. One last time he pushed at the edges curling into towards his neck and then soon became startled by Maryann grasping his hand. "It's about time Miss Hunter and I'm pretty sure you're ready," said Maryann rubbing his back breaking his gaze and then shoving the little roll of duct tape in his bag. "Oh yeah I found this with your other stuff and I guess sometimes this is necessary?" "Sometimes. Thanks," nodded Blake. "And I guess as ready as I can be," Or as I'll ever be I guess. Thank you April." "You're welcome honey and good luck," said April giving him a hug. "Oh and I almost forgot. I got you one more thing you'll need," said Maryann taking his hand and sliding on a ring. "You are supposed to be more than just business partners remember?" "Shit," gulped Blake softly extending his fingers staring at the rock on his ring finger. "Greg knows this too right?" "Well not until he sees his credit card bill but I'm texting him now," grinned Maryann texting. "We already spared no expense and it's a fake but ... just a really good one." "Really good," smiled April taking his hand. "It's gorgeous on you honey." "We better get going future Mrs. Claiborne! He should be on his way by now and after all this we can't have you guys show up late!" teased Maryann dragging Blake away. "Thanks again April!" "He's meeting me here?" said Blake. "Yeah, I figured it's closer to the meeting than our office and we're a touch behind schedule," said Maryann looking at her watch. "And we won't be late if all you pretty ladies stop all the cackling," said Greg startling them from behind. "I'm ready to knock this one out of the park and from the looks of things so are you Blake?" "Hey Greg," said Blake spinning around a bit embarrassed to look up at him. "You startled me but right now that's not too tough. I hope I am?" "You kidding? Of course you are! You look incredible," said Greg looking him up and down. "Unbelievable! But maybe I shouldn't say unbelievable since you did look kind of hot dressed back in college but honestly not like this if my memory serves me right." "Yeah well this time I had some professional help and back then when people saw me you guys were mostly hammered," smiled Blake. "But no one will be drunk today so let's just hope we can pull this off and that we didn't waste too much of your money foolishly." "Maryann waste's plenty of it all the time but don't you bat a lash at it Miss Hunter because today's spending spree I'm looking at like more of an investment," said Greg walking over and lifting Blake's hand looking at the ring. "Especially this and that does look expensive." "I'll remember you said that when you get your credit card bill," giggled Maryann. "At least the ring though is returnable and not as expensive as it looks. It's moissanite which looks almost perfect and as convincing as your new girlfriend. Everything else... well not returnable just so you know?" "Everything else though looks like money well spend for a change Mar-" teased Greg giving Maryann a sarcastic look. "Now please load her briefcase with all the documents in the car as my fianc?e and I better hit the road." "Right away and let's go knock 'em dead," smiled Maryann taking Blake's attach? case as she led the way out to Greg's car.