The Business Department Wants to Dispose of Defective Inventory - Part 5
"I-I don't understand... What do you mean?"
"I mean, put on these clothes and let's take some pictures. Then upload them online."
"You... You're going to wear them? You're asking me to take the pictures?"
I asked with a faint hope that might be the case.
"No, haa..."
Jang Eunbi sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead.
"This is so frustrating. Are you doing this on purpose just to piss me off?"
"......"
"You're the one wearing the outfit and taking the pictures, Senior. You."
"But this is women's clothing... and I'm a man...?"
I protested in a trembling voice.
"Don't worry about that."
Jang Eunbi grinned. It was a smile brimming with certainty.
"You're cute enough that with a little makeup, you'll pass as a girl. I've thought that since the first time I saw you yesterday. Ah, this senior would look really pretty if he cross-dressed."
My heart dropped at those words.
'Would look pretty if cross-dressed.'
How much that phrase had wounded me back in high school. And now she was stabbing straight into that complex without a second thought.
Jang Eunbi dumped the contents of the large bag she'd brought onto the desk. Everything inside spilled out in a rush.
Various cosmetics. Foundation, eyeshadow palette, mascara, lipstick, blusher, false eyelashes.
Beside them lay a long black wig, pink women's shoes that matched the outfit, an expensive-looking women's perfume, pink nail tips, a ribbon hair tie, and even waxing tape.
A complete cross-dressing kit. When had she prepared all this? No—had she been getting ready since yesterday, already knowing how this would go?
Jang Eunbi picked up the foundation compact on the desk. She opened the lid and began dabbing product onto the puff.
"Now, bring your face over."
She spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"This is the one I usually use, so it might feel a bit used, but you're not really in a position to complain, are you?"
It was a threat. The tone was soft, but the meaning was unmistakable.
"Stop joking around!"
Startled and incredulous, I backed away from her step by step.
My back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to retreat.
When Eunbi closed the distance until she was right in front of me, my body began to tremble.
A sweet perfume scent brushed past my nose, but I had no room to notice it now.
"Senior."
Jang Eunbi spoke quietly. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were cold.
"Should I call my dad right now?"
"Ah... No, not that..."
I waved my hands frantically. The terrifying look from that documentary flashed through my mind.
That interview where she'd said she'd throw every pervert in jail.
"Then stop being difficult and do as I say."
Jang Eunbi raised the hand holding the puff.
"If you keep this up, I'll call him immediately."
"Ah... Fine..."
I nodded weakly. I had no choice.
"Good decision. Now, close your eyes."
Jang Eunbi smiled in satisfaction and brought the puff to my face.
The soft sponge touching my skin felt alien.
Tap, tap, tap—foundation was applied from forehead to cheeks, nose, and chin in order.
"Senior, your skin is really nice. Almost no pores, no blemishes. Women would be jealous of skin like this."
"......"
I didn't answer. I couldn't tell if it was a compliment or mockery, and besides, I had no words.
Once the foundation was done, Jang Eunbi took out the eyeshadow palette.
It was a pastel palette mixing light pink and sky blue. She loaded the brush and gently swept it across my eyelids.
"Look up. Yes, just like that."
I obeyed. The brush tickled my eyelids.
I reflexively tried to blink, but held still at her firm "Don't move."
Applying eyeliner was worse. Every time the sharp tip traced along the edge of my eye, I felt tears threatening to spill.
"Your eyes are naturally big, so I'll make them stand out more. Your eye shape is really pretty."
Next came mascara. It felt strange having something layered onto my lashes.
Every blink made them feel heavier.
"Now I'll attach the false eyelashes. You absolutely cannot move."
"...Do I really have to go this far?"
I asked in a trembling voice.
"Of course."
Jang Eunbi answered matter-of-factly as she applied glue to the false lashes.
"Only when you look this feminine will people not suspect you're a man. Your face is naturally feminine to begin with, so if we do it properly, you'll look just like a real girl."
The false eyelashes settled onto my eyelids.
Every blink brought an unfamiliar weight. My own lashes couldn't possibly be this long.
"Part your lips."
The lipstick touched my mouth. The moist, sticky sensation felt unpleasant, but I couldn't show it.
Jang Eunbi slowly traced color along my lip line. A light pink tint.
"I'll add some blush too. Your cheeks are naturally fair, so a little color will make them look really pretty."
The blusher brush tickled my cheeks.
Pink bloomed on both sides. I could feel it without needing a mirror.
"Now, nails. Give me your hand."
"Nails too...?"
"Of course. If your nails look like a man's, you'll be found out right away."
Jang Eunbi pulled my hand forward and began attaching pink nail tips one by one.
I could feel my nails growing longer and prettier in real time. They didn't feel like my hands anymore.
After all ten fingers were done, Jang Eunbi finally picked up the wig.
A long black wig that reached past the shoulders.
"Now, lower your head."
The wig settled onto my head. She secured it with pins inside and neatly arranged the bangs.
Unfamiliar strands tickled my cheeks. Black hair swayed at the edges of my vision.
Under the soft lighting, teeth peeked between red-lipsticked lips, and eyes emphasized by thick eyeshadow and mascara seemed to float gently.
"Wow..."
Jang Eunbi stepped back and let out an admiring gasp.
"You really look like a girl. Amazing. It suits you way better than I expected."
"......"
My ears burned. No—not just my ears. My entire face flushed bright red.
The color showed even through the makeup. My fingers trembled—fingers now tipped with pink nails.
I didn't have the courage to look in a mirror.
My mouth was so dry my tongue stuck to the roof of it.
"Now, change into the clothes."
Jang Eunbi handed me the pink skirt and blouse from earlier.
The outfit, heavy with frills and ribbons, crumpled softly in my hands. The fabric was thinner and lighter than I'd imagined.
"Here...?"
"I'll turn around, so hurry up and change. Don't get any weird ideas."
Jang Eunbi crossed her arms and turned toward the window.
I could only see her back, but my heart pounded at the thought she might glance back at any moment.
With shaking hands, I unbuttoned my T-shirt.
Each button felt like another piece of my pride being stripped away.
I took off the shirt and laid it on the chair, then unzipped my jeans.
Once the pants came off, my legs felt cool.
Standing there in just my underwear was mortifying.
Even knowing her back was turned, I instinctively curled in on myself.
I picked up the jumper skirt.
How was I supposed to put this on? Women's clothes were new to me—the structure felt completely alien.
Head first? Or feet?
"What are you doing? Why is it taking so long?"
"Ah, no, I don't know how to wear this..."
"Haa, seriously."
Jang Eunbi sighed and explained without turning around.
"The zipper's in the back. Unzip it, step in from the bottom, and pull it up. Then put your arms through and zip it closed."
I followed her instructions. I unzipped the back, spread the skirt on the floor, stepped in, and slowly pulled it up.
The soft fabric slid along my legs.
Thighs, hips, waist. The sensation was unfamiliar.
Completely different from men's clothes—lighter, thinner, clinging tightly to the body.
I slipped my arms into the blouse sleeves. The off-shoulder design left my shoulders bare, cool air brushing against my skin.
The large ribbons on the skirt tickled my bare shoulders.
I reached behind me to pull up the zipper, but couldn't reach the middle of my back.
"Um... The zipper won't go up..."
"Aish, you can't even do that?"
Jang Eunbi turned around.
Her eyes widened when she saw me, then curved into a satisfied smile.
"Wow, really pretty. Just a second."
She stepped behind me. My body stiffened at the sound of her approaching footsteps. Warm fingers touched my back and slowly drew the zipper upward.
Swish—the jumper skirt cinched tightly around my body. The feeling of my waist being squeezed was strange.
"There, all done."
Jang Eunbi came back around in front of me.
"Now just shoes and accessories left."
A pink beaded bracelet was fastened around my wrist, and light pink heels were set in front of my feet.
The heels made it difficult to step into them. I wobbled but managed to slip them on.
My feet felt cramped, and balance was hard to keep.
Pink clothes and shoes—I'd never worn anything like them in my life. Just the color alone made me feel like a girl.
"Straighten your back and stand up straight."
I did as told. The short skirt fluttered above my crotch.
The frills swayed with every little movement.
My lower body felt far too exposed—more than cool, it felt dangerously bare.
Normally I would never walk around showing this much leg.
"Perfect."
Jang Eunbi clapped, genuinely impressed.
"You really look like a girl. No, maybe even prettier than most girls?"
"......"
My face felt like it would burst. Not just my ears—my entire face, even my neck, burned bright red.
It was a relief there was no mirror. Seeing myself right now might make me faint on the spot.
Then Eunbi gathered my grown-out hair with a ribbon and fastened a cute bracelet around my wrist.
She looked at me with satisfaction, but her expression suddenly darkened as she pointed between my legs.
"Senior, what is that?"
"What...?"
"Your panties. Your boxer briefs are showing. Disgusting."
"But if I take them off..."
The words "my dick will show" refused to leave my mouth.
She let out a deep sigh and suddenly began removing the hot pants and panties she was wearing.
Startled, I covered my eyes with both hands and turned away.