I tucked my hair into the hair cap. "Hurry. The meeting is in twenty minutes."
"Relax," Bea said as she examined the men's wig in her hands. That's plenty of time. For once, your minimalist boobs and ass work in our favor. The baggy jeans and combat jacket will camouflage your feminine figure without bindings or padding.
"And this wig will cover your hair. A cap will help hide the fact its not the best wig. Sorry, time was short. We'll have to make it work."
Bea helped me secure the wig in place, then she tilted my face up and gave it a hard look.
"So soft and pretty. Of course, there are pretty boys out there, too, but it would be a hard sell to pass you off as anything but a woman."
She tilted my head from side to side. "Unless we hardened you up a bit. Sit."
Bea settled me in a chair at the makeup table, only she turned the chair away from the mirror.
"Hey, I want to watch the transformation."
