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"If you want to keep your job here, Albert, you must follow the company's rules."

The manager slid a handbook across the Desk and tapped the cover with one finger.

"Here's the female dress-code handbook. Read it carefully and follow it."

Albert opened it reluctantly. The requirements were unmistakable: makeup, stockings, high heels, a skirt, and a blouse.

"No men's clothes. No men's shoes," the manager continued firmly. "You're a woman now, Albert. Start acting like one, at least while you're at work."

Albert wanted to argue, but the seriousness in his manager's expression stopped him. If he wanted to keep his job, he had little choice but to comply.

The next morning, Albert arrived at work dressed exactly as the handbook required.

He stepped through the entrance in his skirt and blouse, carefully balanced on his high heels, with his hair styled and makeup applied. He felt intensely self-conscious, convinced that everyone was staring at him.

He wasn't entirely wrong.

Heads turned as he walked through the office. Conversations briefly stopped, and several coworkers looked up from their desks. Albert could feel every glance following him.

For the first time, the dress code didn't feel like a few rules in a handbook.

It felt like everyone around him was seeing him differently, too.