"Mr Jakob? I didn't know you were in here," Sophie asked nervously. She looks suprised to see Jakob in there with me.

Jakob cleared his voice and stepped away from me. He quickly regained his composure and put on a professional demeanour. "Yes, I just came in to check on the progress of the proposal. Both of you - in my room in 30 minutes," he said as he walked out of the room.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as Jakob left the meeting room. For a few moments, I had been on edge; I felt like prey, exposed, and vulnerable. All my senses were on alert. It was only then that I realised how fragile being a woman is.

I looked across the room at Sophie; our eyes met, but she quickly averted her gaze. She seems anxious and nervous at the same time. I wanted to ask about her relationship with Jakob, but I refrained from doing so. I decided it was best to finish up the remaining task before the meeting in 30 minutes. 

We set up our laptop on the desk and started typing away. I wanted to focus - I needed to focus - but my thoughts kept wandering back into Jakob and Sophie's relationship. What happened just now really bothered me. What kind of woman are you, Sophie? My fingers were typing away, but my mind was elsewhere. 

No words passed between us as Sophie's eyes fixed on the laptop screen. Thirty minutes passed when she suddenly reached into her handbag and pulled out what appeared to be a makeup kit. She opened it and revealed a selection of lipstick, brushes, and other girly things that I don't know the names of.

"What are you doing?" I asked in surprise.

"Putting on makeup on your face," she said as she came towards me. 

Before I could respond, she was already beside me. She stood there silently, expecting nothing more than my acknowledgement and acceptance.

I nodded helplessly as realisation swept over me. I was now in her body, and it was only natural for her to look presentable when she left this meeting room later on. We've been spending our time in the office, and we both look quite dishevelled. 

I reluctantly turned the chair towards her. I was flustered at the thought of having someone put makeup on my face for the first time in my life.

She looked at me, her gaze lingering on my lower body in particular. She then tapped lightly at the inside of both of my knees with a finger. 

“You shouldn’t open your legs like this when sitting down. Also, your skirt was already riding quite high," she said. Her voice sounded authoritative. 

"Sorry, I wasn't aware of it." I nodded obediently and held my legs closer together. I was forgetting that I was wearing a short skirt at the moment. I nervously tugged it back down until its hem rested just above the knees. My fingers brush against the softness of my new skin as if to remind me that I'm a woman now.

If this moment happened in public, all of that creamy skin would have been on display for everyone to see. I gulped nervously, feeling my cheeks flush pink from the thought. I never thought being a woman would make me so aware of things like my clothes and how people see me.

I motioned for her to proceed with what she wanted to do - which is to get myself look presentable.

P/s: What kind of relationship do you think Jakob and Sophie have? Leave a comment. Would love to know what you think.