Makeover

2026.01.04

"...and I have ordered a new prosthetic for you. Now, don't get me wrong. This one? A marvellous feat of engineering! From three decades ago. I mean, just look at how massive it is! And you're not gonna be bursting into our competitors' offices to beat them into submission, are you? No, this simply will not do. Luckily, I know just the company that..."

Nadezhda stood completely still, trying her best to look dignified and not like a child that was dragged out to dress up for a new year of school. Masha, her new assistant, kept blabbering on and on as she quickly paced around the room, her heels (that added little to her short stature) audibly clacking on the floor with each step, and occasionally looking away from her notes to gesture something to the tailors. When she first showed up in Nadezhda's office, her first course of action after the customary greeting was to drag her to a "very lovely hairdresser" she was friends with and who "owed her a favour".

Now sporting a stylish fringe that covered her scarred eye and her shoulder length silver hair carefully combed, their next stop was to get Nadezhda a new fancy suit that would match the company's new dress code. It soon became apparent that her stature was too large even for clothing meant for their most intimidating-looking enforcers, so Masha quickly tasked the team with getting their new boss' measurements. However, the process was starting to drag on and now required an entire tailor shop just to measure the length and circumferences of her thighs (a very important thing, according to Masha).

Part of the buyout deal proposed (or, rather, imposed) by Catherine was that she would personally handpick Nadezhda an assistant that would help her "get on with the times". She didn't know where she found her and chose not to question it, given Catherine's shady connections, but the current candidate seemed capable of running the entire company all by herself with how actively she was participating in every single aspect of Nadezhda's new makeover.

She kept still as she had a measuring tape wrapped around her waist, following the contours of her rock hard abs and getting an unusually quiet "Nice!.." from her assistant in response. She sighed as she began talking for the first time in hours, usually limiting herself to occasional hums of approval or disapproval prior:

"Look, comrade Kruglova--"

"Masha", snapped back the short-haired wolf. Her voice, while still cheerful, had a hint of annoyance in it this time. "Call me Masha".

"...look, Masha. I appreciate your help. But isn't this a bit, well, excessive?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... This whole makeover", she asked, with genuine concern. She tried not to show a hint of sadness in it. "...Was there something wrong with my old look?"

Masha pulled her eyes away from her notepad and looked at Nadezhda. This time, she took a good look at her body in its entirety, eyeing her stature up and down. She was tall, extremely tall, and had an imposing, muscular build. Her body, that had gone through its fair share of battles, was covered in burn scars. Her missing right arm, lost in combat, had been replaced with a large and bulky prosthetic, and appeared to be made more for intimidation rather than any practical purpose. Yet her usual stone cold expression that previously struck fear even in other battle-hardened veterans, now looked solemn, calculating, even caring, all with just a bit of makeup and a new hairstyle that hid a burn scar that covered half of her face. Masha's cheerful expression didn't leave her face, although the corners of her mouth no longer stretched ear-to-ear like they normally did, as if she was trying to be more respectful.

"Nadya, dear, I understand it's difficult. You're a hero, respected by your comrades and peers. But times change. Your old look no longer gives off the impression it once did".

"Right".

"And that's why Katie hired me to help you! I'm gonna reinvent your image! I want you to look sharp! I want you to look spectacular! I want you to look sexy!"

Nadezhda frowned at that last comment, but chose not to speak out about it as she let Masha continue talking:

"You're going to lead by example! You are now a CEO! You are going to walk into the boardroom of investors and they're going to think: 'This confident, beautiful woman is our company's, no, country's future!'..."

Nadezhda smiled as Masha kept talking. Her enthusiasm was contagious. Perhaps Catherine made the right choice.

As the tailors finally finished measuring her up, Nadezhda spoke again:

"Masha, I have a request".

"Oh? What is it?", her face beaming with curiosity.

"If I'm going to wear a suit like yours, I would like something that would cover me up better".

"Don't worry, I already notified them that a pair of pants would be your preference. Why did you think we spent so much time measuring those lovely thighs?"

"That's... not what I meant".

"Hm?"

"I meant my cleavage", she nodded at Masha, who had her perfectly round breasts propped up with just a low cut shirt, allowing their alluring roundness open for the whole world to see.

Masha fluttered her curly eyelashes and looked down. After a brief pause, a smile once again stretched on her face as she began flipping through her notepad and taking notes.

"...I have just the collection of ties you might be interested in!"

Perhaps this is just the person Nadezhda needs.