You stood teetering in the heels, which you were unfamiliar with wearing and you stared into the mirror. You saw a woman about your age, in a pink babydoll tee, a short white skirt, and pink pumps. You felt mortified that you might be seen like this. Maggie adjusted your hair and did your makeup, and handed you her purse.
"Alright, let's get going... But you need a name." she said.
"My name is Mark." you said.
"Yes, but do you want me calling you that when we're out and about. A girl named Mark? Everyone would know you're a man." she said.
"Fine..." you said. "Pick a name."
"How about... Mary?" she asked.
"That's fine." you said.
"Now, transforming you into a woman is going to be harder than making me appear to be a man, so I'm not transforming until we get back here." she said.
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