Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond
Selan frowned as she watched Thunderhawk quickly deteriorate into his usual, sour, cranky demeanor. Considering his taste in women, one would think he would have a much easier time imitating the qualities that seem to pull him in like a magnet. His angular features were softened by the makeup and contoured away into a visage of femininity, but their best hope still was to "hide" him as best as they could, and have Selan and the others do more of the work. The moment he opened his mouth, they'd be done for.
“I think it would be helpful to learn a few tips. Selan?” Marcus asked.
"Mm. Alright, pay attention the three of you." Selan addressed Marcus, Lucien, and Dylan. "Lisette, you should too."
"Ah, I'm okay Miss Selan," Lisette mumbled from the ground, where she was sitting and hugging her knees. Her pigtailed hair was brushed and re-tied, but she was still wearing the same clothes from before. "I don't think I'd be so good at, um, all that stuff." She felt mousy and awkward, especially upon finding out that Marcus was prettier than her both as a boy and as a girl.
Following Aria's lead, Selan instructed them on several things that would hopefully make them appear more convincingly female. She taught them how to walk with feminine purpose, taking shorter strides, swinging their hips, and placing one foot in front of the other. She taught them to skillfully deflect any personal questions by complimenting, flirting, or lightly touching the other person's arm. She taught them to part their lips just so, and showed them how to sit like a lady. She even gave a lesson on how to make laughing sound more attractive. By the time they were ready to leave, their heads were filled with so many do's and don'ts that she simply reiterated Xan's advice not to get themselves into a situation they can't get out of.
Interestingly, in the short period of time that they were discovering their femininity, they somehow developed their own unique personas. "Marcy" had the easiest time adjusting, and possessed an understated, charismatic sex appeal. "Diane" was a bit more demure, but had a foolproof, flirtatious way of looking up from beneath her bangs and smiling. And "Lucy" was the wilder and more overt of the two, biting her lips and making direct eye contact. Lucien was second to Thunderhawk in terms of who made Selan the most nervous, but in a way, the gestures were distracting enough to take attention away from other details. With her, Xandra, Aria, and the four men, they were quite a variety of beauties, indeed.
The Grande Diamond: Front Entrance
As though the gods were smiling upon their ridiculous plan, they managed to get inside with relative ease. Selan paid no mind to the security cameras watching their every move, as she didn't understand what they could possibly be. Had Lisette joined them, she would have immediately recognized the foreign devices. Normally, Selan would have been struck in awe at the brilliant white and gold rooms ahead of them, but she was consumed with a sickening feeling the further they went into the building. Carefully hidden behind her smiling lips, she wondered if they would spot any of the missing women casually working and tending to patrons. That would be too easy, wouldn't it? Instead, they were led into an empty conference-like room, where they were to wait for "Miss Lady Vasco" to see them.
And there they sat, their painted lips pursed in silence. Selan didn't understand the concept of security cameras, but it was entirely possible that someone could be listening in via some other method. It was particularly worrying that they were to be interviewed by a woman; Selan assumed they would only have to deal with men, and feared a fellow female would see through their disguises immediately.
"What kind of questions do you think we'll be asked...?" she asked, looking around at the others. Thunderhawk seemed to be having an especially difficult time just sitting still, wanting to stretch out his arms and legs and rip off the damn wig and pull the false eyelashes off his face. Instead he settled for folding his arms beneath his padded chest, his knuckles slowly turning white.
