After she had turned the sign on her front door to show 'closed' Maddy put the mysterious box and her handbag
next to each other on the counter behind the massage table. She had already tucked away the money in the cash
register, so now her attention was solely focused on the items in front of her.
She decided to exam her handbag first. It was of medium size and made of dark brown leather. Inside she found
a pair of sunglasses, the big, girlish type most young girls wore. She also found a packet of pain killers,
some tampons, a purse with her driver's license and a handful of loose change in it and a small mobile phone
more suited to a woman than Malcom's old brick of a blackberry. She flipped it open but found there were no
contacts in it besides one for herself and the business.
Next she turned her attention to the box. Tipping it upside down, a small pile of clothes - and other assorted
items, tumbled out. Though she didn't have the same passion for clothes most women shared, she dived straight
for them - eager to change out of her cum-stained blouse. Before she could do that, she opened the packet of
baby wipes that had been in the box and used it to wipe herself clean. Then she picked up a bra and dangled it
before her. It was an E cup and it fit snug around her breasts when she put it on. Next, after she removed the
short shorts and the mismatched panties, she slid another pair of panties up her legs, their lacy pink look
matching the bra she now wore. In place of her shorts she slid soft, black tights up her legs. She thought
they looked like yoga pants, hugging her womanly figure and stopping halfway down her calves. Over her head
she slipped a light pink summer dress, the hem resting just below her hips, modestly hiding the distinct shape
of her backside and vagina. A pair of strap on thongs with a three inch wooden heel came next. At first she
teetered on the unnatural shoes, but then became more confident.
After she had donned the outfit, all that remained from the box was a small pile of cosmetics: lipgloss,
blush, mascara, hair spray and comb and some deodorant. There were also a couple spare pairs of undies.
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Maddy was beginning to feel comfortable wondering around the
building, hearing the clack of her heels, feeling the swish of her dress, feeling her hair bobbing against the
back of hair neck, feeling her breasts jiggle with each step, albeit made more comfortable by the bra. A small
smile still lingered on her face from the morning's events. It appeared to Maddy that she was finding it
easier to adapt than she had first feared.
As afternoon turned to evening and she had to switch the lights on, Maddy made herself a cup of coffee and
settle down at her work computer in the back office, looking up local apartments.