Martin woke with a start. Jerking slightly in his seat, as he looked around. The scene was familiar. He was clearly waiting to be interviewed. There were other applicants there. The tension announcing everyone's nervousness. The gazes focused on last minute notes, or on not making eye contact.
Martin felt... It was hard to define. But just better, the familiar aches, pains and niggles were gone. He was young again, and about to start a new career. Smiling, he felt the inate advantage of his years of experience, they'd certainly help. In the immediate future with the interview and once he had the job.
Looking the other candidates over, he guessed this was an entry-level management position. They all, We all, he corrected himself must be in our early twenties, and eager to prove ourselves.
You smoothed the imaginary wrinkles from your suit, only to have an epiphany. This wasn't just a business suit. This was a ladies business suit... a pant-suit. Worse, it fitted, you fitted it. You were a woman. Taking a calming breath, you focus on keeping control. Taking a mental inventory, you feel the constriction, around your chest, and the straps at your shoulders. You must be wearing a bra! You have a subtle bust, thankfully. You feel the panties beneath your ass, silk or satin, smooth and slightly chill.
Careful not to ruffle it into a mess, you check your hair. It's styled, but still short and certainly not flowing over your shoulders. Your whole look skews masculine, as you take it in. The shirt and tie, the simple watch, all add to the image that you're no-nonsense and business focused.
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