CROSS DRESSING

"I am s-sorry." The woman apologized with her eyes never leaving Xander. Some of them started murmuring. He went and sat on the chair in front of the mirror, pretending he didn’t know that all eyes were on him or that he was being talked about.

"I am ready," he told the staff that wanted to give him a makeover. She gulped and moved closer to him, grabbing a foundation from the makeup desk.

"Please be fast; I have somewhere to be." He said. The staff nodded and lifted his face, using a wet wiper to clean his handsome face. She couldn’t help but admire his perfect nose as she cleaned it.

She finished cleaning his face and grabbed the wig. She clutched his head, forcing his hair into the wig as she forced it onto his head. She arranged the wig. Xander looked at his face in the mirror; he looked girly. He had shaved his moustache just to look girly enough so he could catch the criminal. After a minute that seemed like a million years to Xander, the staff finished giving him a makeover.