Who's She?

Tony looked amazing!

And she hadn't even started on his eyes yet!

Suzy went for a dark pencil lip liner and than scarlet lips. She carefully filled in his lips with three layers of lip stick giving a full and shiny colour.

Tony had sat through all of this work, thinking back to when they had regularly done this a couple of years back. He loved the smell of the various make-ups as they were being applied. But now he could taste lipstick. It had always been his favourite part of the process and he was loving it even more now.

With the make-up finished, Suzy put some orange loops through his ear lobes.

“I see that your holes haven't closed over. Have you been wearing ear rings?”

“I have a couple of studs I put in some nights when I'm .. erm ...”

“Say it Tony. Is it when you're masturbating?”

“Yes. When I'm masturbating.”

“Nothing to be ashamed of. Us girls masturbate too!”

Next was a black choker placed around his neck. And then finally the same blonde wig she had put on Tony last time.

“Wow! I'm damned good at this Tony!”

“Let me see.”

“Not yet. We need to get you dressed first. No peaking. Put those on whilst I go and get dressed.”

Tony hadn't noticed the clothes on the bed. The pile was very small and contained just six items. There was a white, boned waist cincher, a black push-up bra, a white blouse, a short yellow plaid mini skirt and a pair of black lace topped stockings.

Not quite sure where to start, Tony put the waist cincher on. It brought his waist in by at least three inches, pushing some of his flesh up towards his chest and some down towards his butt. He then pulled the skirt up his long, smooth legs until it reached his waist. The bra was tricky, but he knew the trick of doing the catch up at the front and then spinning it around before pulling the straps up his thin arms. Next he pulled the blouse on. He had never realised that women's buttons were on the other side. After struggling for a few seconds, he managed to button himself up. Finally he slid the black stockings up his long, smooth legs. He loved the feel of the nylon on his freshly hairless legs. They were tingling. As his legs rubbed against each other, it sent pulses directly to his groin. He was glad he had tucked his cock firmly between his butt cheeks. If he hadn't the impression of being a girl wouldn't have lasted long.