Chapter 4: Climax
Excitement and trepidation vied for dominance in Emma's chest as she pushed open the door to the dressing room of The Naughty Bits, her new place of employment. She hesitated and surveyed the room, her pupils dilating with shock. The scent of desperation intermingled with traces of spilled alcohol on discolored walls, a testament to the many souls who had passed through this space before her.
A single naked lightbulb cast harsh shadows on mirrors as faded black fabric adorned a makeshift stage nearby.
A tattered leather chair wobbled in the corner, and a threadbare rug seemed to scream from neglect. Emma tentatively stepped closer to the curtains, reaching out to touch the fabric of her future with trembling hands.
"First time in drag, darling?" A voice from behind startled her, causing her to whirl around. Emma's eyes widened as she recognized Freddie, the man that hired her, a colorful character if there ever was one.
Tonight, he wore a pink suit, and his hair was gelled into an impressive quiff. A pearl necklace encircled his thick neck, revealing a gold-plated poodle pendant dangling suggestively between his ample breasts, which filled the lacy cups of a bright orange bustier.
"I-I'm a bit nervous, honestly!" Emma admitted, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her minuscule skirt.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, musky scent of Freddie's cologne, and raised her emerald gaze to meet his eyes. "Apprehension is natural, doll," Freddie reassured, winking with a disarming charm. He sashayed towards Emma, circling her with a predator's patience, examining every inch of the transformation with scrutiny.
The tight red mini dress, paired with fishnet stockings and a matching garter belt, hugged her curves tightly. The makeup and wig obscured any remaining doubt that Emma had become someone else for the evening.
"Your titties look fantastic, Emma. Fantastic!" He squealed in delight as he reached out to muss her platinum blonde wig. The soft curls felt electric between his fingers. Emma couldn't suppress a shiver of delight.
"Thanks, Freddie," Emma whispered, her voice barely audible.