Office show - part 4 (Patreon)

"I know it’s hard," she finally said softly, holding a brush in her hands, hesitant to start applying makeup, "but if you just go through with it, if you let yourself… let go a little, you’ll see that it’s just one day."

Mike looked at her, his gaze full of contradictions. On one hand, he wanted to scream, to break free from this trap, to tear off this cursed body, the makeup, the clothes—everything. On the other hand, there was sense in what she was saying. His father really did expect a lot from him, and today was yet another test he had to pass. But knowing that didn’t make it any easier.

"Fine," he exhaled, feeling the rage still boiling inside him, but now helpless. "Let’s just get it over with. But know this—if any of them tries to make fun of me, I won’t hold back."

Sarah nodded, seemingly understanding that this was the end of the conversation. She gripped her brushes tightly and began applying the makeup. Every touch of the brush on his face reminded Mike of how deeply he was stuck in this absurdity. He watched his reflection as his face gradually turned into what could be called the perfect version of the new 'Tiffany.' It was painful for his male ego, but he knew he couldn’t stop now.

Suddenly, Sarah paused, as if she remembered something, and pulled out a pair of gold clip-on earrings from her bag. She glanced at him cautiously, as if expecting him to snap.

"Just the earrings," she murmured under her breath, taking out the gold clips.

Mike frowned.

"Don’t even think about it. I already look like… like her, and that’s enough."

Kelly chuckled softly, although the tension still lingered.

"Don’t worry, they’re just clips," she said, showing that there was no need to pierce his ears. "A couple of minutes, and it’ll be done. I promise it won’t hurt."

Mike wanted to object, but her calm and almost caring tone surprised him. He sighed through his nose and nodded, allowing her to finish the job. He was angry, but deep down he realized that resisting was pointless.

When she finished, he stood up and looked at his reflection. Now, he looked even more like Tiffany, but Sarah clearly wasn’t done yet and gave him a moment to catch his breath. She began adjusting Mike’s wig, noticing how awkwardly his brown hair peeked out and smirked a little.

At that moment, the door to the ladies' room opened, and a young employee stepped in. She froze upon seeing him, her eyes widening in shock. For a moment, she stuttered, as if trying to grasp what was happening. Her gaze made it clear that she knew exactly who was standing in front of her.

"O-oh... T-Tiffany?" she stammered, clearly recognizing him. Her voice trembled, as did her gaze as she spoke the name. "You look so… natural," she added, struggling to hide her confusion.

Mike almost gritted his teeth at that ‘compliment.’ 'Natural?' That word left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he forced out a cold:

"Thank you." He practically hissed the words, but because of the higher pitch, it sounded almost like a sweet response.

The employee awkwardly nodded, visibly nervous. She quickly glanced at him again, as if expecting him to snap or do something strange, but Mike just remained silent.

"You… you’re doing great," she mumbled, glancing at Kelly, and hastily nodded before slipping out of the room.

Mike turned to Kelly, feeling his anger slowly building up again.

"Don’t. Even. Think about it," he said quietly but firmly, throwing her a scorching look.

Kelly struggled to hold back a laugh, trying to maintain her serious demeanor.

"Okay, okay, Tiffany," she replied with a light smirk, knowing full well that Mike had nowhere else to go.