"But I just took off my clothes as you requested. You want me to put them back on again?”

“No, not your clothes. Mine.”

“Yours?”

She nodded and reached for some clothes on the sofa nearby. “Put these on.”

“You want me in your clothes?”

She sighed. “Do you know what, Mike?”

“No. What?”

“You really ask a lot of questions for someone who wants to f--k me.”

“I am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you fool. Just do as I tell you.”

He nodded and slipped into the clothes she had given him. They comprised of a miniskirt, leggings, a bra, and elbow-length hand gloves.

“Good, now put these on,” she said handing him a pair of black high heels.

He slid his feet into the shoes and was surprised that they fit him.

“Now, you need to relax while I apply some makeup on your face.”

“Makeup?” he repeated. “You want to apply it on my face?”

“Where else do you think I want to apply it?”

One glace at her straight face was enough to force him to hold back whatever it was that he wanted to say. “No problem. You can do so,” he said weakly.

Alex picked up a kit from a table nearby. She then began to apply mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, and powder on his face. When she was done, she stood aside and regarded him.

“How do I look?” he asked when she did not say anything for a long while.

“I don’t think I have ever seen a more beautiful girl than you, Mike.”

“Really? Can I take a look at myself?”

“Sure. Look in that mirror over there by the wall.”

He stood up and went to peer at himself. The reflection that Mike saw was not recognizable to him. Quite alright, he was the one standing there. But he was so much different. His face was a palette of different colors comprising of purple eyelids, brown cheeks, and red lips. His hair hung loosely around his shoulders and most of it fell as far as the bra that was clinging tightly around his broad chest. His fingernails were all coated in different colors.