If he was going to be this woman, he should find out a little bit about her. He decided that taking a seat at the vanity and investigating his handbag was a good place to start.
He delicately pulled his hair back from his eyes like a curtain as he lowered his large butt into the plush chair. He instinctively crossed his legs, enjoying the feeling of his slender legs rubbing together.
He propped his large designer handbag on his lap and carefully, with his long nails, reached in. However, rather than pulling out a purse or phone, as he had intended, he was surprised when he pulled out a compact mirror and makeup bag.
Femininely flipping the compact open, he found himself inspecting his face carefully before touching up his face with a fresh layer of lip gloss. He wasn't sure how he was doing it; consciously, he had no idea how to apply makeup whatsoever yet here he was primping like an expert.
He didn't feel like he was on 'autopilot', though. While he had never knowingly intended to touch up his makeup (he didn't even know how a girl would know when such an act was needed), it was as if he has instinctively felt an urge. And he certainly couldn't bring himself to stop! He felt the need to look good. Even knowing that the feeling wasn't his own didn't make his desire to look his best any less real.
I want to primp and touch up my makeup frequently. I am habitually checking my appearance. I cannot be seen in the same outfit twice. I am worried about ruining my makeup. I must go out of my way to do every task in the most girly way possible.
Putting the lip gloss away, he daintily unscrewed a mascara tube and touched up his eyelashes.
When he was done, he batted his eyelashes at himself in the mirror and blew a kiss before putting everything away. He wondered why, sitting at the vanity, he hadn't used the the greater assortment of makeup on the table -- was it because he'd got his handbag out first?
"Don't be silly," he found himself thinking, "if you're going to use the vanity you might as well put on a fresh face of makeup." Where had that come from?
Jon now found himself able to grab what he wanted from his handbag: a phone. It was the latest iPhone, with an over-the-top fancy pink case -- much nicer than Jon's old phone. Using his fingerprint he was able to unlock it, before wondering if he could get into it using the passcode. Turning it off and on again, Jon was relieved that the passcode from his old life worked.
He thought that it would be tricky to use the phone with his long, girly nails but with his new mannerisms he was able to naturally use his fingertips to swipe and tap. The movement felt oddly emasculating, until Jon realised he was sitting in with his legs crossed in a minidress and heels in the body of one of the most feminine girls he'd ever seen.
He decided to start by finding out his name. Opening up his contacts, he saw his own details at the top of the page.
Jennifer Gibson.
Jennifer. While it was somewhat close to 'Jon', Jennifer was a very feminine name.
He decided to check his Instagram page -- after all, he was an 'Instagram model'. Opening the app, he noticed that his name on his profile was 'Jenni'. That was probably what everyone called him.
Scrolling through his page, he saw about what he expected. There were many sexy, suggestive photos and Jenni looked stunning in all of them, having no problem showing off her body. It seemed a lot of the posts were sponsored in some way by a clothing brand or beauty product. He smiled -- it was perfect.
He also noticed, however, that he had some pictures with girls from the school, like Sarah McMillan and Tiffany Sanders. Was he still 18? His body looked about 21. Did he still go to the same high school? That wasn't exactly what he had intended, as he wanted to have an easy way to make money and have free time by being an Instagram model.
Considering it, however, perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to experience the high school life from the other side of the fence, as a girl. As an extremely hot girl, who was close to famous on Instagram, at that.
He remembered that he was still allowed to add new changes with the transformation machine. Should he increase his age, as he had intended at first? He wondered whether it would be so bad to try being this girl in high school.
