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"  Photos: Joslyn Blair I watched the Grammys with my coworkers and sat wide eyed as Beyonc\u00E9 chair danced in the hottest outfit I&amp;#039;ve ever seen. Naturally, I wanted to know what that would feel like. Unlike Queen Bey, I&amp;#039;m not married to Jay Z. I don&amp;#039;t have her body, vocal skills, swagger, and contrary to popular belief, I cannot dance like she can. What I do have, however, is the power to obtain those insanely sick Jennifer Fisher earrings Mrs. Carter was wearing and an almost exact replica of her body suit from her performance. So I did. Here&amp;#039;s what happened next: Related: Meet The Designer That Made Beyonc\u00E9&amp;#039;s Grammys Bodysuit I DID NOT WAKE UP LIKE THIS! This morning, beginning at 8AM, polar vortex and all, I dressed up like Beyonc\u00E9\u2014lace catsuit included\u2014with the help Joseph Carrillo (hair and makeup), Fleur du Mal lingerie, Jennifer Fisher earrings (the same ones worn by Bey herself), and a lot of guts. Related: How to Wear Bondage Like Beyonc\u00E9 I walked down the street without a coat, went to Starbucks to order a skinny vanilla latte, rode the subway to work, walked into my office (where there are straight men), ran into the big boss, and edited a few articles. Here are some things that happened when I decided to be Jewyonc\u00E9 (that&amp;#039;s actually the name Carrillo came up with for me) for the day. Starbucks  When I walked in, people mostly pretended not to notice. How could no one notice that I was in a full lace bodysuit with my ass hanging out before 10AM? My first thought was that I must not look sexy. I must look like a prepubescent boy. But then a man waiting for his coffee looked at me and said &amp;quot;Thank you.&amp;quot; I immediately felt better.  The woman taking my order did not seem at all fazed by my outfit. I wondered if a lot of women frequently come to the 6th avenue Starbucks dressed like streetwalkers/Beyonc\u00E9. As I walked out, I passed a table of two female cops who were sitting with one man in street clothes (undercover?). The man in street clothes gave me a thumbs up as the female cops followed me out.  The Street I held my coat on the street despite the offensively cold temperature (my iPhone told me it was 14 degrees &amp;quot;feels like 1&amp;quot;) in hopes of talking to some people about what they thought of my outfit. Most people continued to ignore me and seemed unimpressed. I guess New York City is a real weird place and people are used to seeing people dressed like this all the time?  It was time to go to work, so naturally I walked to the subway where I saw the two female cops from Starbucks. &amp;quot;HI GUYS!&amp;quot; The Subway  &amp;quot;Are you a model,&amp;quot; Female cop 1 asked. &amp;quot;No, but thank you. I work for ELLE and I&amp;#039;m working on a story.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I love ELLE,&amp;quot; said Female cop 2. &amp;quot;Me too! Did you watch the Grammys and see Beyonc\u00E9?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Yeah, I thought she could do better, but she is DAMN sexy. She just moves like what! She is so sexy. That girl knows how to keep her man,&amp;quot; said Female cop 2. &amp;quot;I loved her performance. I thought she looked beautiful. That&amp;#039;s what I&amp;#039;m doing today. I&amp;#039;m dressed like her! Can you tell?&amp;quot; I asked them. &amp;quot;Oh girl! Yeah! You look like her! Oh my god lemme see! That is too much,&amp;quot; said Female cop 1. I tried to swipe my subway pass through and it wouldn&amp;#039;t work. Damn machines were literally frozen from the polar vortex, and here I was practically in the nude. The cops could see I was having a problem. &amp;quot;Hey, I&amp;#039;ll swipe you through. Free subway for Beyonc\u00E9 for SURE!&amp;quot;  While on the subway, one guy took a picture of me with his cell phone (Instagram? I wonder what the caption was), one guy gave me a bunch of creepy smiles, another told me I made his day, and I shivered. The Office I was most nervous to enter my office. I wasn&amp;#039;t so nervous about getting to my floor, but the process of getting from the first floor to seeing my coworkers (who knew what I was up to) was full of anxiety for me.  But strangely, when I arrived at the building, I felt super confident (still freezing cold, but yes, confident), and had no trouble riding up nearly two dozen floors half-naked in a mirrored elevator. In fact, I sort of liked looking at myself. &amp;quot;You look better than me,&amp;quot; a woman with whom I shared the elevator with said. I laughed.  I was excited to show my coworkers what I looked like. They didn&amp;#039;t recognize me when I entered. My make-up routine usually consists of eyebrow pencil and moisturizer and mascara if I know I have a big meeting. Today, I have fake lashes, curled hair, and more eyeliner on than a pageant girl. They loved it. And me? I have to say that if I scratch the ridiculousness away (i.e. if this was not during a polar vortex, and did not involve me going to work), I felt really fucking sexy. I was confident about my body, loved making people laugh, and loved surprising people. Sure, it&amp;#039;s creepy to have guys look at you like that, but it&amp;#039;s also nice to hear that I made someone&amp;#039;s day. Is that weird? I&amp;#039;ve since traded in my lace bodysuit for one made of Uniqlo HeatTech, leather pants, and a men&amp;#039;s sweater. My hair is pulled back in a bun. I have messengered the clothes back and will return the earrings later (I can&amp;#039;t stop staring at them). But I&amp;#039;m leaving the makeup on. I still think I&amp;#039;m flawless. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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