You were now officially a Blue Jay.
“I am a walking slut bomb” you said quietly as you broke in the scandalously skimpy dress and learning to walk in heels. You asked some of your...well, your new coworkers where Angela was, leading a giggly blonde with piercing green eyes who seemed like every bimbo stereotype you could imagine to point rightbehind you.
“You must be Ashley. Nice to meet you” you heard a voice say, leading you to turn around.
For a moment you stood there breathless with butterfly's in your stomach. You had been an adult for a few years now and had overcome schoolboy crushes a long time ago, but all of that maturity melted away whenever you were in the presence of Angela Torres, perhaps the most gorgeous woman in the world. Her body. Her voice. Her hair. Her eyes. Her lips. The way she walked. Everything screamed that she should one day be your future wife. You extended your well manicured hand waiting for her well manicured hand to shake it. You were positively shivering the entire time in your nervous stupor. Angela took it in her warm and welcoming grasp.
“Welcome to the sisterhood” she said merrily to the fresh recruit that you now were. “I'm sure this wasn't your first choice of job, but we Blue Jays look out for each other. If anything ever happens to you out there that makes you uncomfortable, and I mean anything, you come to me. Lisa may be the manager, but I'm actually the one running the show around here. Lets just get you all pretty for the big show tonight, OK?” she stated more than asked, and began to glide gracefully into another room. Like a lovesick puppy dog trailing behind, you followed her.
You thought you heard one of the other Blue Jays whisper “Lesbo” before the group of them started giggling.
**
“Ready, sweetie?” Angela asked, directing you to a seat in front a large vanity mirror with multi-watt lights dotting the perimeter of it. Reluctantly, you sat down in the chair, which reminded you of the times you went to the barbershop. You had been growing your hair out somewhat shaggy ever since your main barber, Ken, retired six months ago, but you had been planning to get a haircut tomorrow before all of this gender swap crap happened and your life felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole. You were half expecting Angela to put a cape on you as to not cover yourself in any loose hairs, but instead, Angela grabbed some foundation, blush, mascara and other make up items from a nearby shelf.
“Now I'm going to help you out with putting all this makeup on for the first week or so until you're used to doing this yourself” said Angela as she began applying your eyeshadow, “but I can't baby steps you forever, so try and pay attention, OK?”.
“Sure thing” you gulped. Angela gave a warm laugh.
“Not used to putting on makeup, huh?”
“N-no.”
“Yeah, you seemed like the type. Were you a tomboy growing up?”
“Kind of” you said. You had forgotten until now that your entire history had been rewritten by Paige, so you weren't quite sure what your “new” past had been like, and you tried to give Angela vague, non-committal answers just in case they might contradict the new reality. “I just have my own style.”
“Haha, I feel you, girl” continued Angela as she moved on to other parts of your face. “So I hear you used to work the tables and stuff next door.”
“Y-yeah. I was a busb-girl.”
“Cool. So what made you decide to become a Blue Jay?”
“I-I was kind of forced into it” you said. “My boss said that I was too distracting to the kitchen staff. That I was a young girl with p-perky tits, so I should be working here instead.”
Angela sighed as her brush coated you with bright red lipstick.
“Fucking pig” she said. “I really hate that guy and his ghetto beard. It's weird how such a lowlife could be running such a nice restaurant.”
“I know, right?” you tried to say, but sounded all garbled with your mouth open, which reminded you of when you went to the dentist. Angela giggled.
You and Angela continued to exchange small talk while she finished on your makeup and then worked on your hair.
“Damn girl, I wish I had hair this nice” you heard her say as she applied a curling iron to it.
“I think you look gorgeous, Angela”.
Uh oh. You were so lost in your small talk that you thought. You just admitted your crush out loud. How would Angela take it? Through the mirror reflection, you saw Angela give a mile wide grin.
“Aww, thanks Ashley. You're so sweet. I think we're going to be best friends here.”
“I certainly hope so” you said meekly.
**
When Angela was through, Angela asked, “So what do you think, dollface?”
You...you were stunned. Earlier this morning, you would have lusted furiously after the girl in the mirror. Her brown curly hair, her sweet smile, her gorgeous body and luscious curves. You looked astonishing...positively ravishing. Except for present company, you were the girl of your dreams. Literally. You were the girl of your own dreams.
“I love it” you said quietly. Angela smiled again.
“Great, so on with the hard part, and that's training you to be every guys fantasy woman."