[Honey]

"Are you sure this is the best dress to wear this evening? It seems to favor the bust and well...I am afraid I have none." Watching his figure grow slim in the mirror once again as the maid tightened the strings of the corset giving him the true illusion of both bust and hips, he pursed his lips curiously. "By the time your outfit is complete you will appear to have one, which is what we are aiming for." Lifting his hands to cup at the top hem of the corset, he was surprised to find just enough slack that could easily pass for breasts. That is...small ones, but breasts none the less. With the final string of the corset tightened and tied off, the maid pulled him from his temporary fantasy by nudging him to step into his gown. Watching with careful eyes as the deep plum colored cloaked his pale and hardly masculine body, the marquess could not help but feel as if his appearance had been truly transformed from himself to his sister. Minus the adder tongue. With only a brush of powder, a pair of painfully tight shoes shoved onto his feet, and a wig pinned to his head, he felt ready to brave the crowds and scrutinizing looks that were sure to be present at dinner. Dipping into a heavily flourished curtsy towards the maid, he started towards the door with a blank faced maid following behind.