"...people willing to dress like women." That sounded right. Jake sighed and adjusted his bra. He paused. Bra?
Jake pulled up his phone's camera app. He gasped. Somehow, he'd missed his other changes when he saw his clothes were different. He was wearing fake boobs, making it look like he had tiny, perky breasts. His hair was long and carefully curled. He was even wearing makeup. He was still a man with a vagina, but he looked like a gorgeous woman.
Jake walked to his desk, reeling. Even the nameplate on his desk read "Jane Meyers", not "Jake Meyers". So he was fully posing as a woman, but everyone knew he wasn't one. What was the point, then?
"Miss Meyers?" a voice said from outside Jake's office. Jake grimaced.
"Come in," he said. Jeremy, who had apparently decided on massive fake boobs, poked his head in.
"Raya and I are going to that Mexican place for lunch and wanted to know if you would like to join us. Us drag boys have to stick together, after all."
"Uh, sure," Jake said. He was starving. Fixing this could wait, as long as he didn't make it worse. He got up and left the office, following Jeremy (going by Jessica) and Ryan (going by Raya). As they walked, his phone fell out of his too-small skirt pocket.
The secretary, a plain woman named Georgia who had previously been George, picked it up. She planned on returning it, but paused when she saw the weird app that was open, and the sentence on screen.
"Jake thinks his fake boobs are uncomfortable."