Watching her friend pull of variety of skimpy outfits from the suitcase, Terri grew worried (not only would she feel exposed, it was always unreasonably chilly for March!) "Andrew!" Terri finally managed to raise her voice, "er, um, Andrea, I mean. Take it easy. This is all brand new. Plus, still technically a work event, even if we're not ourselves."
Andrea paused, slowly putting down what seemed to be a pretty revealing little black dress. "Yeah ok, fair point. But I'm still gonna look hot, just business appropriate." She pulled out dark green turtleneck sweater dress, with long sleeves and a midi length skirt. "There's a extra set of stuff for hair and makeup for you in the other suitcase," she said as she gathered her own and some underwear and a pack of 20 denier black tights. "Be ready to leave by 5?" She was already taking her stuff to the bathroom, leaving the vanity in the room for Terri.
Terri glanced at the clock, it was not yet 4 PM. "Yeah, sure," she said softly. Now she was looking at some of the clothes, her reluctance was being eaten away at by curiosity. 'It's kind of cold, I might as well put on some tights. Plus Andrea is already going to wear a dress and tights...' she mused.
A few makeup, fashion, and hair tutorials on her phone ate into the next hour more than Terri could have anticipated. She kept the makeup to a simple, natural look, and tied her hair in a half up look, while letting her bangs rest on her forehead. It framed her face nicely.
Digging through, she was amazed to see that Andrea had packed a variety of sizes and pieces in case their transformations has gone a few different ways. She decided to put the cardigan she had used with the medallion over a pale blue blouse. She paired it with a navy pencil skirt that was shorter than she realized at first, and huge her fit rear, and layered 40 denier black tights under it. The sensation of pulling them on was unusual but she loved it. She tried a few shoes out, struggling with heels before finding and settling on a simple pair of black ballet flats that fit. She waited to put them on, enjoying the feeling of her nylon-clad feet on the hotel carpet.
Andrea emerged from the bathroom with 5 minutes to spare. She had curled her honey blonde hair with an iron slightly and had opted for a little more makeup, with a smokey eye and bolder lip than Terri had put on. The dress was not as modest as Terri has been led to believe; it was skin tight on Andrea, and her ass featured prominently. She had to take small steps to account for the midi length and snugness, especially as she stepped into brown suede ankle boots with a wedge heel.
"Going for the 'beautiful office pixie ' vibe, eh Terri? Guys will eat that up," Andrea said with a smirk. She grabbed a purse and flashed her phone before putting it in. "I set a timer so we know when we can change back with the medallion just in case."
Waddling over to the bed and giggling as she experienced her restricted motion, she continued, "Speaking of, I'm not taking any chances with this thing." She waved the medallion around demonstratively. "It's going in here and I'm putting my luggage lock on it," she said firmly and zipped the medallion into a pouch in her suit case before shutting it and locking it before wheeling over to the closet with a little more effort than the burly Andrew would have need.
"All set, pipsqueak?"
"You're one to talk!"
There was a chorus of giggles as the two set out into the hallway and over to the elevator.