Once she put on the fake breasts and a white, padded push-up bra, I really liked from my neck downwards what was in the mirror looking at me.
The girl inside me was coming out finally.
I was told to walk around to get used to all the foundation garments on me and the other heels.
I was even offered a nice cuppa, which I accepted and walked around the room checking myself out in the mirror, and tried my best to walk like a woman, shorter steps, one foot in front of the other and held my head up high with my hand on one hip.