The Morning – The Transformation into Isabella
Alex began his day full of excitement and anticipation. Today, he would step out into the world as Isabella, his elegant feminine persona. The thought of walking through the halls of an office building in another city as a chic stranger made him smile. He carefully prepared his clothes: a rose-colored lace bra, a matching thong, delicate garter belts, and shiny nude tights. Over these, he wore a shimmering white satin blouse and a tight black pencil skirt that barely covered the tops of his stockings.
He carefully applied his makeup in the mirror, applying foundation, blush, and glossy lipstick. A touch of vanilla and sandalwood perfume completed the look. Isabella was ready, and Alex left the apartment with a confident smile.
The train journey – glances and embarrassing moments
On the way to the train station, Alex immediately attracted curious glances. The high heels of his pumps clacked on the pavement, and his skirt only allowed him to take small steps. During the train ride, he noticed the attentive eyes of his fellow passengers. His skirt rose a little each time he sat down, and soon the suspenders of his stockings were clearly visible.
A man across the table raised his eyebrows and gave him an irritated look before shaking his head and opening the newspaper again. A few seats away, two young women whispered to each other and gave him curious glances:
“Do you think that’s a real woman?” one asked skeptically.
“I don’t know… It does look a little strange, doesn’t it?” the other replied, giggling quietly.
Alex felt a blush creeping up his face. Undeterred, he tried to push his skirt back down, pretending the whispering didn’t bother him.
The Rain – The Unexpected Challenge
As Alex left the train and walked out of the station, it suddenly began to rain heavily. He didn’t have an umbrella with him and couldn’t see any shelter. The rain poured down on him, soaking his clothes. His blouse now clung to his body, revealing the pink bra underneath. His skirt, heavy with water, began to slip, and Alex had to constantly pull it up to avoid being completely exposed.
By the time he got to the bus stop, he was soaking wet, and his skirt was sticking to his legs, while his garter belts were barely concealed. Passersby at the bus stop snuck glances at him, some whispering openly:
“Well, someone obviously didn’t read the weather report,” an elderly gentleman muttered disapprovingly, grimacing.
A group of teenagers stood a little further away, watching him with amused smiles. One of the boys whispered to his friend: “Wow, look at her. That blouse is completely see-through. Do you think she’ll even notice?”
“I don’t know, dude, but she looks really embarrassing. Who walks around like that?” the other replied, laughing.
Alex tried to ignore the comments, but the words echoed in his ears. His insecurity grew, yet he tried to maintain his composure.
The bus ride – derogatory remarks and further glances
Finally, the bus arrived, and Alex got on. The ground beneath him immediately formed a small puddle, and all eyes on the bus turned to him. He found a seat by the window and tried to sit down as inconspicuously as possible, but his skirt immediately rode back up, revealing his suspenders.
“Well, that’s quite an eye-catcher,” muttered a man further up the bus, nudging his neighbor in the side.
A woman across the aisle gave him a disparaging look and whispered, “That’s not an outfit for a rainy morning. What are people like that thinking?”
“Honestly, this looks more like a show for the club,” added another, younger woman with a smile.
An older gentleman finally sat down right next to Alex and said mockingly, “Well, miss, didn’t you have time to get dressed this morning? You look like you came straight from… the night.”
Alex gritted his teeth, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The eyes of the bus passengers followed him, and he could see the grins on some faces.
The way from the bus to the office building – A wet embarrassment
When the bus reached its stop, Alex quickly stood up, glad to be rid of the prying eyes. But the rain was so heavy outside that his skirt immediately started to slide down again. His wet blouse clung to his skin, and his bra was clearly visible underneath. With no shelter, he had no choice but to run in the pouring rain.
Every step made it harder to keep the skirt up, and finally, with a jerk, it slid down to his ankles. Alex paused and hastily tried to pull the skirt back up, but the wind and the wet fabric made it difficult. Bystanders, ducking under their umbrellas, gave him astonished and sometimes amused glances.
“Oh man, this is really a show! Is this even a real woman?” whispered a man who could hardly suppress his giggle.
Another called out to him with a grin: “Hey, girl, that doesn’t belong on the street!”
Alex finally managed to pull his skirt back up and hurried on to the office building. The last few steps felt endless, and the comments echoed in his ears for a long time. He was cold and exhausted, but still tried to compose himself as he entered the office building. Even though the adventure hadn’t gone as planned, Isabella held her head high—an elegant woman who maintained her dignity despite everything.
Isabella was still standing in the lobby of the office building, wet and slightly shivering, when a young woman approached her. She wore a friendly smile and carried a clipboard under her arm.
“Oh, you must be the new management secretary! I’ve been expecting you today,” she said, without giving Isabella a chance to respond. “Come on, we should dry you off first before we take you to your workstation.”
Isabella was surprised and tried to make an excuse, but the attendant had already reached out and was directing her toward the restroom. “This must be really uncomfortable for you, soaked and without a chance to change. Don’t worry, we’ll find a solution right away. Why don’t you go to the women’s restroom and freshen up—I’ll wait outside.”
Isabella unsteadily pushed her way into the bathroom and looked in the mirror: Her blouse was still clinging to her body, and her pink bra was clearly visible underneath. Her pencil skirt was equally soaked and heavy, and even her stockings had lost their shine and become cloudy in places from the water. Her makeup was thankfully largely intact, but the soaked look only made the situation more awkward.
Isabella began to dry herself with the paper towel dispenser. She carefully removed her blouse, squeezed out the water, and tried to dry the fabric with paper towels, but this hardly helped. She left her skirt hanging, as every attempt to squeeze the water out of it only left larger water stains. Isabella was perplexed—she had dried herself somewhat, but her clothes remained wet and couldn’t be hidden.
Just as Isabella had put her clothes back on, the clerk opened the door and peered in. “Are you feeling better? We should hurry to the HR office now—management expects confirmation of your arrival soon.”
Isabella followed her hesitantly, and they walked through the building, past other employees who also glanced at her wet clothes, but her companion remained completely unfazed. Arriving at the HR office, Isabella was immediately asked to take a photo. She was unsure, but the staff took a picture without hesitation, even before she could say anything. The photo showed her with slightly disheveled hair and her blouse still visible.
“Perfect, here’s your temporary employee ID card!” said the HR employee with a smile, handing Isabella a plastic card with her name and the freshly taken photo on it. “You’ll receive your login details shortly, and then we can get started.”
Isabella held the ID card in her hands and looked at it awkwardly, but couldn’t suppress a smile. As she followed her companion, she wondered how long she could keep the misunderstanding going—and whether the adventure, which had turned out quite differently, promised an exciting day after all.
