"Aaaaash...?" Leslie called out, finally stepping out of the master bathroom. He -- or, should it be she, now? -- she was wearing the silky crimson minidress, stockings making her legs look smoother than normal. A lack of padding made Leslie utterly flat-chested, but she had managed to wear her makeup surprisingly well, her eyeliner sluttishly heavy but the rest of her look fairly subdued and well-done. She had even worked with her hair a bit -- it kept its wave, but was a bit more shiny and "glamorous" now.<br/><br/>"How is, um... how does it look?" she mumbled, hands behind her thin waist sheepishly, eyes downcast. "Do I, um... do I look like a girl?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>