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Aunt Julia's Nephew By Christeen Chapter 1 I'm a young boy and my parents died last year in an accident. So I lived in a county funded facility while officials tried to locate my only relative, a divorced aunt. She was finally found and was persuaded to visit me in the hope that she would adopt me. Aunt Julia is rich, in her early thirties and is a stunningly beautiful blonde. She seems self-assured, yet she's quiet and soft-spoken. Her lovely face has perfect features and complexion, her makeup perfectly applied, but glamorously done up like a model or showgirl. She's always well dressed, and when she visited me she wore expensive jewelry, extremely high-heeled patent leather pumps and dark stockings. Her perfume lingered in my room hours after she departed. She said she had been asked to consider adopting me on a trial basis, but she first wanted to know how I felt about it. I told her I hoped it was possible because she seemed so nice, and also because I really didn't like where I was living. Aunt Julia mentioned several times that she had always imagined raising a little girl, not a little boy. A little girl could be pampered, dressed up in pretty outfits, and be a companion on shopping trips. She claimed she was afraid to adopt me because trying to raise a boy might mean she might not be able to control male behavior problems as I became older, especially since she lived alone. She expressed the opinion several times that adopting a daughter would have been be so much safer, easier and fun for her. She began asking questions about whether or not, in case I misbehaved, I would cooperate with whatever discipline plan she wanted to try, if she agreed to let me stay with her. I naturally said I didn't care what she did. I would be cooperative. She revealed that she had inherited a leather company that among other items manufactured bondage items and various restraints. She wondered whether I would mind wearing a few of her company's leather items during my first few weeks with her as a test of my obedience, until she felt more comfortable with my presence. She wanted to be sure that she would be entirely safe, and she wanted to feel confident that her privacy and social life would be undisturbed. She said that she needed to settle me into the routine of a strict discipline plan and, if necessary, behavior modifications plan for me. I wouldn't be allowed to leave the house, dress in any item except those she laid out for me, nor would I be allowed to protest her treatment of me no matter how bizarre or strict it might seem. I'd be able to gradually earn privileges and freedoms by being well behaved and obedient, as well as properly and prettily attired. I assured her that I would wear whatever she wanted, even wearing her restraints. I didn't want to jeopardize her agreement to adopt me. Aunt Julia confided that at first she imagined that I just might need some type of initial confinement for a while as a test of my cooperative attitude. And perhaps I might need to wear a few restraints as well, just to see whether or not I would obey her. However, she said that as an alternative she also often thought about doing a complete head-to-toe salon makeover on me as well, then keeping me dressed up in girls' dresses. By makeover, she meant styling my hair into ladies hairstyles, and using her cosmetics to keep me glamorously made-up. Her makeover on me would further feminize me with glamour- length salon nails, removal of my leg and body hair, piercing my ears and even shaping my eyebrows. She thought that keeping me elegantly dressed as a young lady - in gowns, high heels, stylish hair-dos, beautiful jewelry and pretty makeup - might be more effective than keeping me restrained by her chains and bondage devices. Aunt Julia believed that children tended to act according to how nicely their moms dressed them; the more feminine, elegant and formal the dress, the nicer the behavior. Once again I tried to reassure her. I said that of course she could put her pretty dresses and makeup on me whenever she wanted. I thought perhaps that she just meant making me wear dresses for a day or two. I was so intent on getting away from the institution where I lived that I gave little thought to her comments or about the reality of a totally feminine lifestyle that she might soon impose on me. After what seemed forever, I received the good news that Aunt Julia might really adopt me. One day, during one of her visits she asked if I had given any more thought to the discipline or behavior modification ideas that she had mentioned earlier. I replied that it was still okay for her to experiment with my confinement, use of restraints or girls clothing. I really thought that I'd be so well behaved that none of her domineering measures would actually be necessary. She seemed pleased in having my permission to implement any, or all, of her plans. I thought she was just teasing when she said "I haven't decided yet whether I want to make you wear pretty dresses, or bundle you up so that you're totally helpless wearing my bondage restraints, or perhaps keep you securely caged in my bedroom's private kennel." She smiled knowingly. "Mmmm... you might even have to endure all three." I tried to imagine myself beautifully made up and dressed as a pretty girl, but chained and collared, gazing helplessly out at her from within barred confinement. I was surprised to find myself aroused just fantasizing about wearing a beautiful dress. How could that be? During one of her last visits she made a video of me and took a series of photographs. Then she made some measurements around various parts of my body, recording them in a small notebook entitled 'Chrissie'. She explained that she wanted to have a series of before and after photos, and further explained that the measurements were so that she could be sure that my new wardrobe would have shoes, clothes and accessories of a perfect fit. I was asked to keep my hair the way it was, nice and long. I noticed she had also started to call me Chrissie, instead of my real name Chris. She gave me a small gift to open. It contained what appeared to be two small gold pins. "They're nice. What are they?" "They're for your pierced ears, silly girl. I want you to wear them for me. Would you please?" I looked at her and found myself lost in the beauty of her face. Her softly blushed and powdered cheeks and her dewy soft glistening lips suddenly made me want to kiss her. I knew I wouldn't be able to refuse anything she asked of me. So even though I understood the implications of what she was about to do, I gazed past her lush mascaraed lashes into her limpid blue eyes and nodded yes. Aunt Julia swabbed my ear lobe, pierced it, then inserted and fastened my new gold post. She repeated the process on my other ear. I was surprised and a bit taken back by her quick operation. By submitting to this piercing by Aunt Julia, I had, in effect, begun exchanging my boy's life for a girl's life of femininity and submission. She explained how to care for my gold adorned lobes, promising they'd soon be ready for gorgeous earrings. "The next time I visit I'll bring some fabulous earrings to put on you, my pretty pet." The dangling weight of heavy resplendent earrings would soon be a constant reminder of my transformed gender. "It sounds like you've already decided to dress me up like a girl." The idea of being compelled to wear dresses and makeup had begun to intrigue me. "Yes. In my house you'll be living as a beautiful girl. Wouldn't you feel special if I pampered you with a glamorous makeover Chrissie? Just imagine being all made up with my cosmetics, and then elegantly dressed in a splendid evening gown, dazzling jewelry and soft cuddly furs. Of course, underneath your frilly fashions you'll be secured in a snug chastity belt and you'll be tightly laced into a corset as well. But feminine shapely fashions will certainly be more pleasant than wearing restraints, especially if you're also confined behind the locked door of a kennel. Don't you agree?" I nodded my head in agreement. "I predict you'll be beautiful once you're all dolled up and transformed into a young lady Chrissie. But frankly, I'm not sure how I'm going to make you over at first, except to say that you'll enjoy the ultimate in feminine fashions - romantic evening dresses, glittering jewels, cuddly furs, high heels, panty hose, fabulous lingerie... and, of course, you'll be perfumed too, as well as all made up...the works! Doesn't it sound just dreamy? As for security, I'll need to start out very strictly and firmly with you, at least until I find out just how obedient and well-behaved you'll be." Chapter 2 The morning she drove me to her home my Aunt made a confession of sorts as we drove in her car. "Chrissie, as you suspected, I have decided to keep you completely dressed up as if you were a fashion model. I've always dreamed about raising a beautiful little girl, and this will mean you'll be living with me in romantic feminine surroundings, fashionably dressed up, not as a boy, but as a pretty young lady." I was relieved and somehow excited, but tried not to show it. "I'm looking forward to making you over. I'll be teaching you a feminine way of dressing and grooming, as well as a sophisticated lady-like way of behaving. You're going to learn how to style your long hair, put on lots of pretty makeup, and dress up just like sophisticated fashion models do. You know, we're going to have lots of fun together...I'll be dressing you up in gorgeous gowns and party dresses over ruffled petticoats...jewelry and high heels. So, Chrissie, just relax and pretend from now on, that you're beautiful and feminine. I want you to love living with me and dream about being made beautiful." I asked her how long I'd have to be dressed up in girls' dresses. "My first concern is that you're totally feminized, not only in appearance but in behavior as well. Making you over so that you'll pass as a girl will mean more than just your wearing pretty fashions and beautiful makeup. You might be required to wear dresses and high heels for quite a while, until your deportment and mannerisms become perfectly feminine." She pulled into a deserted rest area and parked in a secluded section. Opening a large makeup bag, I could see its contents included a variety of cosmetics; compacts, blushers, mascaras, eyeliners, eye shadows, lipsticks, lip-gloss and brushes. There were also boxes containing artificial fingernails and eyelashes. She saw my wide-eyed astonishment at the bewildering assortment of makeup. "Yes, my pet, this beautiful makeup is just for you. In just a few minutes you'll be very pretty wearing these cosmetics on that adorable face of yours." The sight of so much makeup... and all just for me, sent a shock through my pubescent body. Fantasies were changing to reality this very moment. Was I ready to become a young lady? After selecting a pale shade of liquid foundation she shook the bottle then put some on her finger. "I purchased this makeup for you Chrissie. There's no sense in waiting another minute for you to be wearing makeup... beautiful makeup. I can't wait to make you look beautiful. We'll start with a nice base coat of this liquid makeup. Move closer to me so I can put this rose beige foundation on your pretty cheeks, chin and forehead." She motioned for me to move closer to her. "Don't you want me to make you look beautiful?" With a sense of excitement and arousal about the prospect of becoming a beauty, I moved closer to her. I eagerly turned my face towards the dab of makeup waiting for me on her finger. "Say goodbye to your boy's face my darling." Aunt Julia gently spread several dabs of the cool foundation all over my face. I wondered how my face looked wearing foundation. "This makeup is going to help me create the face of a beautiful young girl. You're going to love wearing foundation on this cute little face of yours, Chrissie. I want you to be pretty and feminine for me the rest of the ride home. As soon as I finish putting this foundation on you, you'll be powdered to perfection. Then, of course, I'm going to put lots of pretty eye makeup, lipstick, and blusher on you too." Aunt Julia put the bottle of makeup away, but continued with my makeup by smoothing pressed powder from a compact over my foundation. This was followed by loose translucent finishing powder set with a large soft and fluffy brush. "I was sure you'd let me put my foundation and powder on you. I like you being so submissive Chrissie. I'll soon have a pretty young lady sitting next to me." Aunt Julia soon had my face expertly cloaked with a smooth, soft covering of foundation and powder. I enjoyed her gentle touch and interest in my appearance. "I like the pale, softly powdered aspect your face has now, honey." I was enchanted by the prospect of having my eyes and lips made up. I didn't suspect that from this moment on my face would almost always be gorgeously, and perfectly made up. The fashion model-like application of foundation, powder, eye makeup, lipstick and blusher would become an important and routine part of my new image. My face would be so beautiful that I'd no longer be recognized of as a boy. As she feminized my lids with dramatic strokes of eye shadow and eyeliner I studied her eyes and lips. Aunt Julia's face was so perfectly made up and gorgeous. Her dreamy eyes were long lashed, darkly lined and beautifully shadowed. Blusher on her naturally high cheekbones carefully sculpted her flawless ivory skin. Her full, pink lips shimmered with a perfect blend of frosted lipstick and gloss. I tried to imagine my face beautifully made up like hers; so wonderfully powdered, shadowed, blushed, frosted and glossed to perfection. After finishing my liner and shadow, she stroked on several applications of mascara on my upper and lower lashes. I found myself wishing for YES answers to dozens of questions like: Would my makeup be glamorous like hers? Would I be pretty? Would she teach me how to put my makeup on by myself? Would my hair be styled in a feminine fashion? Would I be forced to wear glamorous wigs and hair extensions? Would I be walking in 5-inch high heels like those she wore? Would I really have to wear frilly dresses and floor length ball gowns? Would she keep me perpetually dolled up in ladies fashions? She took out a small brush and opened a tube of lipstick. "Your mouth will look sexy wearing this lipstick my dear." My lips were soon dramatically feminized by brushfuls of vivid crimson lip color. I realized by now that my appearance had drastically changed to that of a pretty young girl. She withdrew a small applicator from a tube. "This is lip-gloss. Your lips will look even prettier when they're moist and gleaming." After carefully applying lip-gloss to my lips she studied the results of her facial artistry. "You only need blusher and your face will be complete. You've got the most darling pretty face now. You're going to just love your makeup Chrissie." As my gorgeous Aunt feathered rosy blusher on my powdered cheeks, I knew that my makeup was nearing completion. The application of my makeup was pleasurable, and wearing it seemed comfortable. Due to several luscious coatings of mascara I could for the first time see the ends of my long upper lashes. I could also feel and taste the heavily applied lipstick and gooey lip-gloss now coating my pouty crimson lips. "Don't lick your pretty lipstick and gloss Chrissie. Now I have to redo your lips." Aunt Julia patiently brushed on more lipstick then heavily glossed my lips again with the shiny gel. "There. You've got gorgeous lips again." "You're face is lovely when it's made up as a girl Chrissie. You're going to make a beautiful young lady. Now that you're all made-up, let me do up your hair so I can attach a gorgeous fall to your real hair." I let her brush my hair upward to the crown of my head. My new hairpiece was long and matched my blonde hair perfectly. She deftly fastened it, blending it with my own hair. Producing a large pink chiffon scarf she formed it into a big bow around my hair and fall, arranging the loose ends so that they fell down to the nape of my neck. "There. You're just darling in the scarf and extra hair I put on you. If anyone gives you a second look it will be because you're so pretty." When she began removing her pearl and gold earrings. I knew she was going to put them on me, so I turned to her so she could remove my gold studs and fasten them to my pierced ears. Their dangling pull on each ear made me even more self-consciously aware of my hair and makeup. "I not only want you to look feminine for the ride home Chrissie, but I want you to smell feminine too. That way you'll feel pretty. Let me put my perfume on you." Anointed with her perfume I smelled like a beautiful sophisticated woman. "I have a beautiful coat for you to wear too." From the rear seat she produced a full-length mink coat. "Take your jacket off and put this fur on. I didn't bring a dress for you so you'll have to stay warm inside your furs until we're home." I handed my jacket to her and took the beautiful mink coat. Aunt Julia helped me into the luxuriously lined and bulky coat. I had never worn anything so soft and plush. I snuggled inside my new furs, moving closer to my beautiful Aunt Julia. I was shocked when Aunt Julia got out of the car with my jacket in hand, walked over to a dumpster and tossed it inside. When she sat back down behind the wheel she looked over at me and commented "You won't be wearing boy's clothes any more, I've got lots of pretty outfits waiting for you at home." Satisfied with my handing over my jacket so meekly and with her quick but beautiful makeover on me, Aunt Julia started the car, and we continued our trip to her house. I sat cozily in my furs, but embarrassed to be wearing her perfume, makeup, earrings, scarf, and fall. Aunt Julia had changed my life. In just a few minutes she had completely made up my face. My hair had been prettily done up in a ponytail adorned with a feminine bow. Captured in her makeup, earrings and perfume I admitted to myself, while cuddling in her furs, that I did feel and smell pretty. I was curious about how my face looked now with so much high fashion eye makeup, lipstick and blusher. I suspected that Aunt Julia would soon find ways of making me even more beautiful. Chapter 3 Aunt Julia's house was large, and beautifully decorated. I found that I would be living in a separate upstairs apartment that had its own private electronically locked entrance. She used a pass code to open the door. As we went in I suspected that one would also need a pass code to leave as well, for as it closed behind me the door mechanism made a series of clicks, I turned and tried to open it. It was locked. My Aunt informed me that she had had the apartment remodeled just for me and had not only redecorated, but added some security features as well. "Let me show you where you'll be staying." She led me by the hand through a living area. It was tastefully decorated, all in white with pink accents. My bedroom was also pink and white, and very feminine with lots of ruffles and lace on the curtains, lampshades and canopied bed. The white carpeted plush bathroom was huge and featured an area set up like a beauty salon with rinse sink, hair dryer and reclining 4- sectioned chair, like one sees in a dentist's office. I noticed many wide, white, fleece-lined belts dangling from the chair. I realized that Aunt Julia could easily immobilize me whenever I was on the chair. We looked into a huge walk-in closet, but didn't go inside. However, I noticed a long row of fancy gowns and short toddler style party dresses. One entire expanse sparkled and glittered with dozens of hanging chains, straps and jeweled cuffs. Among the tangle of belts and chains I could make out what seemed to be diamond choker collars, wide waist belts, and even leather corsets. Many of the sparkling straps were interconnected with each other into webs of unusual configurations resembling harnesses. In the rear of this large walk-in closet was a gleaming barred cage sitting atop a three-foot high platform. Black velvet lace-edged drapes hung from encircling ceiling tracks. The ruffled velvet drapes were partially drawn around the cage but I could make out what appeared to be a bed with the glint of metallic objects lying on it. "As you probably just noticed, in this walk-in closet are some of the gorgeous dresses you'll soon be wearing Krissie. They're all petite size 2 ? your dress size. Size 2 is my dress size too, so I'm tickled that you'll be able to wear my wardrobe as well." "I notice you've also spotted some of my collection of bondage restraints that I've had custom designed just for you. All of the cuffs, collars and straps that you see are either padded or velvet lined for your comfort, and they've all been specially redesigned, as well as encrusted with rhinestones or pearls. They're so pretty now, that when I secure them on you, you'll feel you're just wearing a few extra pieces of jewelry." "Do you think you'd like to wear one of those pretty harnesses Chrissie?" I had to admit that they did look pretty. I wondered what it would be like to be harnessed by so many beautifully jeweled straps - as if I was her pretty pet. "They're beautiful. If you think I need to wear one, then I won't mind if I have to wear one for you." "Good. Because you'll soon be harnessed up in a real fancy one." Chapter 4 My Aunt began filling the bath with hot water and then turned and began undressing me. "I'm going to give you a nice bubble bath, and while I'm doing that I'm going to shave off all of your body hair. Before I can put lots of pretty fashions on you, I need to make you pretty yourself. So? let me take these dreadful boy's clothes off of you Chrissie. Pretty girls need to be in beautiful dresses, not boy's clothes, now don't they?" "Also, as you probably suspected, I'll frequently be dressing and undressing you in girls under things, so you shouldn't feel uncomfortable when you're undressed around me. So don't be shy. No one else will see you in your birthday suit but me... I know at first you'll probably feel silly or embarrassed with some of the feminine things I do to you, or make you wear, but I'm certain you'll soon be comfortable being made pretty, so you'll like the extra pampering and attention I give to your appearance, and to your security." She motioned with her finger for me to move closer to her. I did so and she began to unbutton my shirt and removed my belt. I had never been so close to a beautiful woman before and I found my self enjoying her touch. When she removed my underpants the cause of my no so secret bulge was revealed. She put her hand on it and spoke to it as if it were listening. "You're hard just like I thought you might be, so I've got some special garments to lock on you that'll take care of that. They're called chastity girdles and sheaths. When you're dressed up beneath girls' dresses they'll keep you from rising into trouble when I don't want you to. Aunt Julia looked at me. Remember, I'm going to punish you whenever you're naughty - like right now. So, I'll be fitting a chastity corset on you as soon as I finish bathing and shaving you." She gathered up my clothing and took it away. Returning shortly, she announced. "Your boy's clothes have been thrown away. Your new wardrobe gives me a wide selection of young ladies fashions to choose from." I was given a long, sensual perfumed bubble bath. My hair was shampooed and rinsed. Even though I knew I was to be shaved I was shocked nevertheless when she began shaving all of the hair from my legs, from between my thighs and around my no longer private member, from under my arms, and from the area of fuzz that I had on my chest. We both seemed to enjoy the experience. After rinsing me, my hairless freshly shaved body shivered as she dried me. Aunt Julia then dusted perfumed body powder all over my body. Now completely nude, shaven and scented, I was beginning to realize how effeminate I was becoming. Naked and vulnerable, my aunt could do anything she wanted to me. Chapter 5 "Chris, as I told you, you're not allowed to have an erection like that, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to put a special girdle on you. Go to your bedroom and stand next to the ladies corset that you'll find on your bed. I'll be there in a minute to fasten you in it." I did as I was instructed. The chastity appeared at first glance to be an extra firm ladies panty girdle. But upon picking it up, I found it so heavy that I examined it more closely. It was actually two overlapping firm-control girdles, lightly boned, but with a heavy wire mesh layer sewn between the two girdles. A large grommet provided a hole on the panty's crotch, and a steel ring dangled from the panty's crotch as well. The crotch also had a soft velour and suede sheath and pouch for confining my private parts. The corset's waist cincher had a chain sewn within it. I suspected that I wouldn't be able to take it off by myself once Aunt Julia put it on me. Aunt Julia returned and began fastening me into the black body-shaping garment, first making sure that my member fit nicely into the pouch and sheath, then drawn down between my legs and secured. My corset was then pulled all the way up until it fit tightly around my crotch. "Pull your tummy in Chrissie." She made several adjustments between my thighs and behind me, tightly cinching up the wire mesh layer so that my tummy was snugly confined. Several more adjustments were made under my crotch and around my waist that laced me in even tighter. "There, all done. It looks pretty on you. Does it feel OK, Chrissie?" "It fits me real tight, and it's heavy." I replied. "Of course it does, silly. But you'll get used to it. Turn around again so I can lock it on you." I turned around so she could fasten a lock of some type on the waist chain that ringed the top of the steel mesh panty I now wore. Aunt Julia told me that I'd find that all of the girdles and corsets that she would make me wear would have distinctive features. They would all have specific provisions for the covering, confinement and positioning of my privates. They would all be fitted with special chastity features and locks to keep myself, and anyone else, from having any access. Finally, they would also be slightly padded in the hip and derriere areas, so as to make my appearance more rounded and feminine. I was so embarrassed by the thought of having been locked into this padded chastity girdle that I didn't look down at it to see how it looked on me. My girdled loins, locked and tightly bound up by wire mesh, chain, lacing and spandex, were now controlled by my beautiful Aunt Julia. Chapter 6 Suddenly, from behind, I felt her putting something else on me, this time under my arms. "Chrissie, I'm putting a pretty padded push-up bra on you. Lift your arms up through the shoulder straps so I can fit it on you. This is something I think you'll have fun wearing. And it's a lot more comfortable than this chastity corset I just put on you. Hold still." I looked down and saw that she was fastening me into a black lace bra. I could tell by the way its two cups hung and quivered, that each cup of my pretty new bra was filled with a soft, dense, gel-like material. My hands unconsciously explored my body's new forms, lightly touching my buns, crotch, hip, waist and new breasts. The firm taut feel and strange contours created by my girdle and bra gave me a tingling sensation that I was fondling a young girl. But the young girl was me! "Yes, you're becoming slender and curvy, like a lovely young lady, Chrissie. Padded girdle and bra do wonders for your figure." Then she handed me a long-sleeved, black, footed, stretch lace catsuit to put on. As she showed me how to put it on, she explained, "This is just something temporary to wear while I do your nails and give you a makeover. Your catsuit will be just the thing to show off your slender feminine look, and to keep you warm while you're on the salon chair. I'm going to put a pretty set of long, sculptured nails on your fingertips and reshape those beautiful brows of yours too. Then, Chrissie my dear, you're going to be made up again, this time with much more dramatic makeup to make you look glamorous." My catsuit felt warm and comfortable on me. Already, I was enjoying the sexy feel of my pretty new outfit. I looked down at myself. I was covered from toe to neck to wrist in a lovely black stretch material with a beautiful floral lace pattern. I felt girlishly slender and graceful, and the twin mounds formed by my bra astonished me but were a wonderful part of my curvy feminine body. Aunt Julia was wasting little time with my makeover. The prospect of wearing long nails and fresh makeup seemed attractive to me. Chapter 7 "You look very pretty in your outfit, Chrissie. But your long lacy legs need high-heeled stiletto pumps. I think you'll enjoy wearing a pair of heels" She walked away, and quickly returned with a pretty pair of dress pumps for me to wear. Such elegant shoes! Gleaming black patent leather, with 5-inch heels, just like she wore. But this beautiful pair of high heels had hasp-fastening ankle straps! As Aunt Julia slipped one onto my feet I noticed that she held a small padlock. She fastened each strap securely around my ankles with her padlocks explaining that since I'd be wearing spiked dress pumps continuously, there might be the temptation, after wearing such extremely high heels all day, to take them off, and that locking ankle-strapped training pumps were designed to prevent this. She pulled up on my hand, and I stood in high heels for the first time. They were surprisingly comfortable, and even though I pitched forward a bit awkwardly, I liked the feel of putting my weight on spiked stiletto heels. Even with their locked ankle straps my black pumps looked beautiful on my black-patterned legs, even sexy. I couldn't believe that I'd be walking in high-heeled dress pumps with 5-inch heels! I liked the idea of not being able to take off my beautiful shoes. I knew I wanted to wear them all the time. I suspected Aunt Julia would routinely keep high heels locked on my feet, making 5-inch spiked heels a normal and permanent part of every outfit in my new wardrobe. Chapter 8 "You know, Chrissie, I saw you try to open the door after we arrived, and I consider this an attempt to leave without my permission. So, I'm afraid my rules of discipline require that you wear a full set of locking restraints. Follow me and we'll select something appropriate." Walking for the first time, in such high heels was simple, even fun. I felt so lady-like. "Walking in high heeled pumps seems to be a natural for you Chrissie. I'll teach you some of the secrets of sexy walk later, but I can tell you enjoy walking in heels. You'll soon be wearing 7-inch platforms." I followed Aunt Julia to the closet, where she selected an interconnected armful of sparkling straps, jeweled cuffs and gleaming jangle of chains - all of which I'd soon have to wear. "I'm going to start you out wearing this jeweled body harness and matching set of cuffs and belled chains." She held the sparkling white belts and straps up against the black lace covering my new breasts. "Aren't these straps just exquisite? You'll like wearing this harness, not just because it's beautiful, but because its chains will be just long enough to hobble you and you'll have the freedom to move your arms a little. Hobbled movement is better than none. Don't you agree, Chrissie?" I kind of nodded. She held up the jeweled harness collar from which other straps, belts and chains depended, and motioned for me to come even closer to her, so she could begin the long task of cinching and locking me into this horrid, yet strangely beautiful gear. Momentarily apprehensive about what was about to happen to me I let out a meek "Please... no." Chapter 9 Instantly, Aunt Julia put down her armful of chains and softly exclaimed. "Chrissie. I'm surprised at you! Didn't I tell you that you weren't allowed to protest? Protests of any type are automatically punished by gagging. You should have known that, you poor dear! So now, instead of fitting your body harness on you, I'll first have to go and find a suitable gag to put on you. Oh my, I do feel sorry for you, Chrissie." Aunt Julia pondered for a moment, then said, "But I think I have a white leather jeweled head trainer that perfectly matches the jeweled design of your cuffs and body harness." She cautioned, "The gag I'll be muzzling you with has lots of pretty straps, so I'm sure it will be just the thing to keep you from protesting further, while I put your harness on." Once again Aunt Julia entered her walk-in closet and returned with another glittering restraint, this time a jeweled white leather contrivance for my head. It featured a bright red rubber ball-bit from which short bridling chains and rings emerged on each side. Radiating from each of the rings were three white rhinestone-edged straps, one of which would fit to a 4-strapped ring over my nose, another to the back of my head, and the last to buckle under my chin. She explained "The ball, of course, goes into your mouth to keep you from protesting or complaining. The rest of the device is just a necessary arrangement of straps designed to keep you from removing your ball gag. Unfortunately for you Chrissie, I'll have to fit it tightly about your head in order for it to be effective...open wide, my dear." I thought, could this really be happening? My beautiful Aunt was about to silence me by forcing this ball gag into my mouth... and I wasn't even resisting! In fact, I was enjoying her attentions. Was I cooperating out of some fatal attraction for being made her helpless but beautiful prisoner? I opened wide, as she asked, and she pushed my head down from behind so that my chin was near my chest and forced in the rubber ball, filling my mouth. She secured my ball gag, bridling me by pulling its straps tightly to the back of my neck and fastening its hasp with her padlock. The gag's headband also had a hasp and was similarly fastened to the back of my head with a second padlock. As she lifted my head I felt the ball pulling even deeper into my mouth. Aunt Julia carefully buckled straps under my chin and on top of my head. My face was now confined with muzzle-like straps, up the side of my face from under my chin, buckling at the top of my head. Facial straps from each side of the ball gag met above my nose and continued over the top, then down the back of my head. I looked at her from within my muzzle with pleading eyes; embarrassed by the gag and straps she had so severely tightened about my head. Aunt Julia then tested the fit of the gag trainer she had just fastened on my head, tugging on each and every part of my exquisite new headgear. Each time she tugged, tiny bells jingled. I never imagined that Aunt Julia's restraints would include such bizarre gear for silencing me. Nevertheless, here I was in front of her, not only gagged, but with my head completely confined by beautifully crafted jeweled, leather straps. "There's good tension everywhere. A nice taut fit. I didn't realize how attractive this gag harness would look on you, Chrissie." She gave me a beautiful smile, "I'd love to hear you protest while you're wearing your gag. Say 'please - no' for me again Chrissie." I tried my best to say 'please...no', but could only reply with a muffled moan. The ball, which filled my mouth, wouldn't budge. I abandoned all hope of removing it, or of making more than a moan. I began to wonder...when would Aunt Julia take this fiendish contrivance out of my mouth and off my head, and then, how often would she make me wear it? "Good. Now that you're properly gagged, I won't have to put up with any more of your protests, will I? Can I get on with putting this pretty harness on you?" I nodded my belled head enough to jingle a reply. Chapter 10 "Come here, my pretty girl. I have lots of pretty straps and belts to put on you, and because it's your first time in this harness, it'll take a bit longer to fit you into this securely and properly. I have adjustments to make so that it will fit nice and snug on you." She held it out for me to see. "It's pretty isn't it? This is a real fancy rig you'll soon be in. Your outfit uses more than a dozen padlocks. Can you believe it Chrissie?" Self-consciously wearing gag and head straps, exotic catsuit and tight chastity corset, I walked with cautious high-heeled steps to Aunt Julia, and she began her task of cinching and buckling me into the multitude of thick, wide belts and jeweled straps which made up my body harness. Aunt Julia lovingly packaged my torso into a sparkling, belted and padlocked bundle. My waist and crotch were widely and snugly belted. A 4-inch wide jeweled leather posture collar was now stiffly locked high about my throat. My situation became more and more hopeless as my gorgeous relative tethered my arms with the attached sets of elbow and wrist cuffs. Slender elbow-to-wrist and wrist-to-wrist chains passed tautly through rings on my waist belt. My elbows cuffs were pulled together behind me and fastened together with a short locking strap. As Aunt Julia secured my arms, a higher pitched jingle accompanied the noise of my chains. "What a darling sound," Aunt Julia said. "You're going to be jingling every time you move, and everywhere you go, Chrissie." Then she informed me "You know, even your dresses, jewelry and shoes all have these tiny bells concealed in them too. Aren't they just darling?" "And now, my lovely belled captive, you'll soon be properly harnessed. Keep these beautiful, sexy legs close together while I fasten these linked sets of thigh and ankle cuffs on them." When the cuffs for my thighs and ankles were locked on, she pulled up tightly on the central chain connecting my thigh and ankle chains. Reaching up between my legs, she locked it tautly to a ring on the crotch belt of my chastity harness. She teased, "There. I'm finished harnessing you. You're lovely in a harness, Chrissie,... all white leather and rhinestones. How does it feel to be buckled up in such pretty web of belts and straps? They look gorgeous on you. And you look so helpless." She held up a stretched thumb and forefinger and promised, "I'll let you keep this much slack on your leg chains so you can walk about a little...if you behave, OK? You don't want to be totally immobile while you're in bondage, do you Chrissie?" I looked sheepishly into her beautiful eyes. My head harness jingled, as I shook my head NO. Chapter 11 She strode in her pretty heels to the salon chair, turning quickly so that her tiered chiffon skirt lifted to reveal a matching petticoat. Her dress was so lovely. Aunt Julia beckoned to me "Come over here, my pretty girl, and sit on the salon chair. This is where I do your hair, your nails, and your makeup. Now that you're beautifully dressed and harnessed, it's time to make the rest of you beautiful." I was about to get a woman's hair-do and facial makeover, an experience I found appealing, after my pleasant transformation in her car. I cautiously but eagerly made my way to the chair, taking little steps in my high heels, but awkwardly yanking my ankle and thigh chains to their limits with each step. My tiny bells and chains jingled, even though I climbed onto the chair gingerly. I was embarrassed by my new catsuit, bra, chastity girdle, and the tight and heavy body gear that was locked about me. Hobbled by my arm and leg chains, I struggled to find a comfortable position on her chair. She let the back of the salon chair down so that I was in more of a reclining position. "See? You did very well, in spite of being hobbled by those chains on your sexy legs." "I have to go downstairs for something Chrissie, and I certainly don't want you wandering off, so I'm going to fasten these belts around you, just until I return. Is that O.K.?" Before I could nod a reply, she was buckling the chair's wide waist belt snugly around my harnessed and girdled loins. She then set to work cinching other wide, fleece-lined straps on my arms and wrists, pinioning them into the chair's upholstery. There were additional belts for my ankles and thighs, and another extra wide one across my chest. "There. Almost done. These thick leather restraints shouldn't feel too tight...just cozy and snug. Does everything feel comfortable on you Chrissie?" I relaxed in my leather restraints...but I was helplessly immobilized. "Now don't go away, I'm going to the other part of the house to fetch some of my beauty supplies for you." She left the room. Minutes passed. I began to wonder...perhaps these bonds weren't real! I squirmed inside the wide belts that snugly confined me everywhere, testing their strength. I was reassured to find that Aunt Julia took my captivity seriously, for the belts that strapped me down were escape proof. My struggles against my captivity were announced by the jingle of the tiny security bells that were part of my restraints. Chapter 12 For some reason Aunt Julia hadn't left my suite, but returned with a beautiful diamond choker. It was gorgeous and I knew I wanted to wear it about my throat. But I wondered why she had returned with such a beautiful piece of jewelry instead of beauty supplies. "I'm disappointed with your escape behavior just now - squirming inside all of your beautiful belts Chrissie, so I've decided you'll need to be kept more securely by a steel tether from now on. Being tethered means you'll be leashed by long chains attached to jeweled collars that will be locked about your pretty throat. Of course your collars will be prettily disguised to look like necklaces and chokers. Let's see how this one looks on you." She carefully fitted the massive set of twisted gold and diamond studded chains about my throat. In spite of what she was doing to me, I loved being so close to her. I couldn't help staring at her beautiful face while she worked under my chin. She fingered my bejeweled, golden choker, turning it around on my throat several times. Her slender hands, with their long gleaming painted fingernails, slipped under my choker. "Your choker collar looks just darling around your neck like this Chrissie. But of course it needs to be locked to that chain over there." Chapter 13 In the corner of the room, a gleaming heap of heavy chrome-plated chains lie on the plush carpet waiting for use. She lifted the unattached end of the chain and dragged it towards me. I was about to be secured by my collared throat to this long heavy chain! "As I mentioned, from now I'm going to keep you on a proper leash. That means you'll be kept tethered by a strong collar and chain" Aunt Julia slipped the end link of the chain onto an open padlock then passed the lock through the two locking rings on my choker. Click! With a simple click of this lock I realized I was now chained by my neck! The weight of a hundred heavy links pulled down on the back of my choker. These tether chains and heavy jeweled choker collars were to be my constant companions, to be worn even when I bathed and dressed. "There. Now I've got you properly leashed. You won't be going very far from now on, young lady. Just to the end of your chain. It's a heavy chain you're wearing, so you might want to learn how to carry it with you rather than drag it about by your neck." "Oh... and I hate to tell you my dear, but you'll need to be locked down with heavy bed chains at night, too. They're not a pretty sight, but steel is so much more secure than leather. You'll see them soon enough tonight. They're in your cage waiting for you." She gently pulled me to her by my new leash. I think you've learned a lesson about what happens to you when you try to squirm in your belts and harnesses." Aunt Julia began removing my gag and head straps. "You know, Chrissie, I had hoped you could sleep with me tonight in my bedroom... and I had a beautiful peignoir robe and gown for you to wear too. But now I'm afraid you'll be locked alone in your cage tonight, in your harness and wearing all those extra chains and shackles that I have to lock on you." Chapter 14 Aunt Julia unlocked and undid my head harness, then gently pried the ball out of my mouth. My jaw muscles ached. "There. Your gag's off... for a while anyway." She set my headgear in a glittering heap on my chest. I examined the beautifully crafted jeweled straps. It was actually a lovely device and comfortable to wear, were it not for the ball. She noticed my fascination with the tangle of pretty muzzle straps on my chest. "I have an even prettier bridal model for you to wear later. It has a built-in bridle and bit gag." "Time for your makeup, Chrissie. You know, Chrissie, you've been blessed with flawless skin, perfect cheekbone structure and a pretty face. I have a feeling that once you've been properly made up, you'll be quite a feminine knockout dressed up as a young lady." My Aunt tickled my face with a large, soft, fluffy brush. Let's find out what you'll look like when you're glamorously made-up like a model." First, my brows were delicately plucked to raise and re-shape them into flattering soft feminine arches. Then, Aunt Julia prepped my skin with cleanser, followed by toner, then moisturizer. After applying an under- makeup concealer, she put liquid foundation on me, sponging it carefully all over my face. This makeup base was applied liberally, but deftly, from ear to ear and hairline to collar, even coating my lips. My foundation was then carefully set and puffed with sheer velvety layers of loose matching powder. A large, soft brush was used all over my foundation. "I'll be experimenting with your LOOK, but right now, just the basics, Chrissie." She stood back, judging the coverage and finish of the considerable amount of foundation makeup and powder now prettily cloaking my face. "Wow. What a flawless face. Your skin's been so smoothly and softly finished with velvety matte powder. It's going to be fun making you up." "And now to make up your lovely brows, lids and lashes, so that your eyes are as gorgeous as possible." My Aunt quickly went to work on my eyes, lightly penciling and shadowing my brows, then using subtly colored shadows on my lids. Next would come eyeliner and mascara. "I'm using lots of shadow and eyeliner on your lids, Chrissie. And even though you already have thick full lashes, I think you'll need to wear artificial lashes as well. I want your eyes sexy and dramatic." I meekly obeyed her instructions, opening and closing my eyes when asked, while she smoothed on eye shadows, and smudged a heavy line of eyeliner around the base of my upper and lower lashes. She patiently curled my lashes then put mascara on them, coating, drying and brushing several layered applications. The set of false eyelashes she held out for me to see seemed so long, full and glamorous. She carefully glued them in place. Further beautified with a set of long artificial lashes, my eyes were adorned with so much eye makeup that she commented that my eyes had more makeup than hers. While making up my eyes her only comments were a frequent "Wow...just gorgeous!" My lips were outlined with a lip-liner pencil. Next, with a small brush my Aunt began outlining my lips with a deep pink shade of frosted lipstick. She continued painting on lipstick, filling in my lips with more and more brushfulls of this luscious, rich satin color. A lighter frosting was used on the center of my lower lip to give my look a fuller pout. Even though I was a boy, I realized I enjoyed her putting makeup on me - turning me into a pretty girl! "Lovely. Your mouth is gorgeous Chrissie, very kissable and just gorgeous. This is your lip-gloss I'm putting on you. After a generous coating of lip-gloss, I'll just need to do your blush and finish contouring and powdering your face." She smiled sweetly at me. "Then my pretty darling... I'll be done with your makeup." I wished that I could see the fashion model face that she said I had now. However, I felt beautiful, having just had my face so completely and so carefully made up. I was dying to see my face in a mirror, wearing all of my newly applied makeup, but for the moment, I had to rely on her comments about how gorgeous I looked. Aunt Julia moved closer to me, lightly fingering my freshly made-up face with her slender pretty nails. "I can't get over how beautiful you are now, Chrissie. Your makeup gives you an irresistible and sophisticated look. With your beautiful face you could easily be mistaken for a Revlon cover girl or Paris model." Chapter 15 "I know you're probably wondering what I'm going to do with that nice long mane of hair you have. Well, don't worry, my dear. Tomorrow I'm going to shampoo, cut, style, and lighten it. You know, do all those wonderful things to your hair to make it as strikingly beautiful and flattering as possible. But in the meantime I've got a whole shelf full of fantastic wigs to choose from. In fact, I'll go right this moment to find one that's long and dramatic. Now that you've been made up so glamorously, and your face turned out to be so beautiful, I want to make sure your hair is done up just as glamorously." As she applied blusher to my powdered cheek, she added. "I want you to get used to wearing different hairdos, and learn how to take care of each new style." Aunt Julia displayed a beautiful blonde wig on its head form for me to see before she put it on me. The pale, light ash blonde creation had twice the length and twice the volume as my real hair, and was softly styled, ending in long waves of loose luxurious curls. It was so glamorous, like Dolly Parton wore. I loved the thought of wearing it! As she carefully fastened it on my head, I could feel the warmth of my new blonde tresses falling everywhere about my head and on my shoulders. I looked down at my catsuit and confining harness straps and now found a wonderful cascade of fine blonde curls lying in a pile of romantic ringlets. The beauty of my face was now partially hidden by a long blonde peek-a-boo wave that fell forward over one eye. I could feel one of my long new fake eyelashes touching my hair. I realized how pretty I felt as I self-consciously tilted my head and shook my waves of lustrous blonde tresses to keep them away from my long lashes and lip-gloss. Chapter 16 "You know Chrissie, you have the appearance of a really stunning young woman now, with your hair and makeup done up the way it is." As she spoke, Aunt Julia fastened a huge dangling rhinestone earring on each of my pierced ears. "There. Flashy earrings make you look even more glamorous, even though one of your earrings is hard to see behind all that blonde hair of yours." Their heavy swinging mass pulled on my ear lobes - a new sensation I'd soon get used to. "I'm going to make you wear my perfume too, to make sure you always smell as beautiful as you look." I breathed in the heavy romantic scent of her perfume as she anointed me with it in several places, including my collared throat and between my breasts. She came close, once again, and sniffed. "My goodness, don't you smell real nice." The perfumed scent I wore was truly sophisticated and romantic. My beautiful aunt informed me that I would have to be perfumed this way from now on. "You do like me putting perfume on you, don't you Chrissie?" Barely audibly, I said "Yes, I want to smell beautiful for you." "While I've got you strapped down so helplessly, I might as well fix you up with a long gleaming set of sculptured and painted nails. Of course you'll be growing your own nails, but in the meantime don't you think you'll feel prettier if your hands have long lovely nails just like mine Chrissie?" Her hands were indeed lovely. In fact, I had wondered how she managed to fasten the buckles of my harness without harming the ten gleaming curved tips at the end of her long slender fingers. Chapter 17 Aunt Julia spent some time working on my manicure, forming and shaping my new nails, then adding a base coat, nail polish and topcoat. Almost magically, my slender hands now had long glamorous sexy frosted pink nails. With long painted fingernails my hands were so pretty! "While we wait for your new nails and nail polish to dry, I thought you might like to get a glimpse of your pretty new face." Aunt Julia held a large hand mirror up close to me. I eagerly looked in the mirror for my beautiful face and was shockingly pleased to find myself staring into the depths of beautifully made-up eyes. I saw the sexily made-up face of a gorgeous young beauty... with so much blonde hair and makeup! I instinctively tried to see beyond my blonde hair and the makeup I wore for any recognizable part of my former boy's appearance, but the glamorous layers of foundation, powder, eye makeup and lipstick I wore had done their beautiful magic. I winked my thick, lush blend of fake and mascaraed lashes and they winked back at me in return. Sensuous pink lips moistly gleaming with lipstick and gloss puckered for the mirror. They were mine! I tried, but could not see beyond the dramatic makeup on my lovely face. How could a girl's face this beautiful be mine? "I can see you like your new feminine appearance Chrissie. Don't you just love what all that makeup does for you? You know, I'll be doing your makeup several times a day, experimenting until I'm satisfied with the sexy LOOK I want you to wear. Then I'll teach you all about cosmetics and your makeup so you can put on your new face by yourself." Aunt Julia tugged lightly on my tether chain. Instantly, I looked down at my throat, and saw for the first time the image of how my neck now wore its new glittering harness collar and heavy choker necklace, both partially hidden by my waves of blonde hair. I had to admit there was something exciting about seeing my neck so perfectly encumbered by the white leather and glittering stones encrusted on my wide collar. My huge, glittering choker, lay gracefully at the base of my harness collar, like a precious necklace about my throat. It seemed I was just wearing a piece of gorgeous jewelry. From the front, my pretty jeweled neckwear gave little hint that it carried out a serious bondage function at its rear. Chapter 18 Aunt Julia removed my beautiful blonde wig. "It's time for me to put your gag back on, my dear. What a shame to hide that pretty face behind all these straps. And Chrissie, it's also time to get you all shackled up, so that when you're in your cage for the night I'll be able to secure you with proper bed chains. At first, I thought I wouldn't have to confine you in a cage or secure you with bed chains. But now that I see how squirmy you are in that pretty leather harness of yours, I think the extra security of steel shackles, and the stainless steel bars of your cage will impress you with how seriously I view escape attempts." She picked up the heavy tangle of white leather and rhinestone straps of my head trainer and gag. "I know you like to be beautiful so I'll try not to muss up your lipstick and makeup darling. As I put your ball gag back in your mouth I want you to spread those shiny pink lips so that I don't muss up your lipstick." I opened wide and she pushed the ball well into my mouth. She then efficiently refastened me in my horrid, but strikingly beautiful headgear. I looked at her meekly from behind my facial straps as she fastened the glittering white muzzle over my powdered face. Though gagged, bridled and muzzled by the leather trainer again I somehow felt comfortable. "Your gag-trainer looks even more gorgeous on you, now that those pretty jeweled straps are covering a face that's all made up." My blonde wig was replaced over my head-trainer and then restyled. "You know Chrissie, you really do look exquisitely lovely sitting there like my little muzzled princess all pretty and feminine... and helpless." Next, my aunt began releasing my limbs and torso from the salon chair straps, but as she did so she replaced them with the shackles and chains she had warned me about. My wrists were handcuffed, then chained to my waist, and then my ankles were similarly hobbled in ankle fetters that were also connected by chain to my waist. Chapter 19 Even though I was gagged, harnessed and shackled, Aunt Julia attached an additional leash to my collar and led me to my cage. Its ruffled drapes were pulled back, as was its heavy sliding door ready for my solitary confinement. Before putting me inside, Aunt Julia removed my leash chain from my choker and replaced it with a similar chain, this one coming from inside the cage. Heavily chained, leashed and harnessed, I stood patiently waiting for her next action. "I want you lying on the center of the bed Chrissie". I clumsily complied with her request, learning how restricted my movements would be. She carefully fed the free end of the bed chain through my choker, then through the rest of my chains and shackles, locking it to a ring at the foot of my cage, near my high-heels and ankle shackles. With a few tugs she tested several of my chains and harness belts, then reached under my crotch belt, checking to be sure that my tumescent private parts were still harmlessly confined within my chastity girdle and catsuit. "There... my pretty pet. You seem secure. Now you're free to harmlessly squirm in your harness and struggle against your chains as much as you want. I can rest in peace knowing that my beautiful little captive will be waiting for me tomorrow morning." For a long time we gazed into each other's beautiful eyes. Lovingly, Aunt Julia rearranged a wisp of my blonde hair that must have become snagged on one of my jeweled facial straps. Then she gave me a kiss between two jeweled facial straps on my velvety blushed cheek. "Goodnight Chrissie." She quietly locked my cage door and drew closed its ruffled curtains, leaving me in near darkness. My first day with my beautiful captress was coming to an end. I realized my days of freedom were over. As I lie on my side and contemplated my helpless predicament, it slowly dawned on me all she had done to me. My chastised and feminized body was now chained and harnessed to the point that I was unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. In spite of my heavy chains, my heavy leather restraints and the feminine outfit my aunt had put on me, I somehow felt relaxed and comfortable lying in the perfumed silence of my cage. I had no desire to escape. I had loved every minute of my transformation into such a submissive and beautiful female. I was still beautifully coifed, made-up, and prettily dressed in high heels and sexy catsuit. I knew now that I enjoyed being pretty...wearing makeup, a feminine hairstyle and ladies clothing. I even liked my pretty harness... it was made for me and I felt snugly comfortable in its glittering white belts. Chapter 20 I awoke next morning to a flood of light and sound, as the heavy drapes and sliding door of my cage were pulled open. "Good morning, young lady. How was your first night sleeping in heavy bondage?" She reached in and tugged on one of my chains. "It's nice to see that you're still lovely... and all of your restraints and gag are still securely in place." Aunt Julia removed the bed chain that ran through my shackles and attached a short leash to my collar. "Follow me. This morning, after bathing you, I'm going to do your hair and makeup real pretty. Then I'm going to put a gorgeous bridal gown on you. Just wait and see how pretty you'll be." An hour later I sat buckled and belted once again in her salon chair. This time I had been bathed then fitted into a tiny-waisted long corset with an attached long white, tiered petticoat. This confining white garment was heavily boned and featured not only a wire mesh chastity and suede penis sheath, but was also contoured to feminine perfection with gel lining on the hip, bust and derriere. I wore no gag, nor was I locked in my glittering white harness, but my throat had been closely chokered and then tethered with chain. This chain was then cleverly concealed down the inside back of my corset, exiting through the grommet hole in its crotch. I was told that for the foreseeable future my tether chain would be part of me, being easily locked onto anyone of a variety of jeweled and glittering collars and necklaces. Aunt Julia would simply lock any one of my fashionable chokers to my tether chain, then secure my chain under my foundation girdles or corsets so that its steel links would be invisible, except below the hems of my fancy gowns, where my chain would finally emerge. My hair had been shampooed, lightened, styled, and set in large rollers. Her description of how it would look, once she brushed it out, sounded lovely. But before she could do my hair she would need to put on my bridal makeup. Chapter 21 Being made up was a special time. Aunt Julia was once again applying dramatic makeup on me to give me a glamorous appearance. This time I was allowed to watch my magical transformation in a mirror she had given me. Lots of concealer, foundation and powder transformed my face into a pale ivory, flawlessly uniform palette upon which she would apply complimentary hues of liner, shadow, lipstick and blusher. I loved how her artful application of rich eye shadows, bold eyeliners and lush mascara magically transformed my eyes, giving them an irresistible and sexy look. She carefully glued my artificial lashes in place. Somehow I enjoyed the feel of them lightly stretching across my thick mascaraed lashes. I loved the sensation of my new lash tips touching my brows and cheeks when I gazed up and down. Aunt Julia's eyes were strikingly beautiful in her fake lashes. I looked in the mirror. I had lovely made up model-like eyes too, and they were just as theatrically dramatic! Aunt Julia had done up my eyes like an haute couture fashion model. I couldn't stop staring at them in the mirror. I now had the sexy eyes of a young sophisticated woman... and they were gorgeous! I loved having bold, smokily outlined, long- lashed eyes. Now that my long-lashed eyes were so richly shadowed and dramatically lined, my pale powdered unfinished lips by contrast seemed to cry out for a richly colored, shimmering application of lipstick. Boldly colored and glistening lipstick seemed devastatingly feminine to me, and Aunt Julia wasted no time in satisfying my unspoken desire to wear beautiful lipstick and lip-gloss again. My lips were sharply and vividly shaped by brushfuls of dark lipstick. She then filled in my outlined lips with a lavish painting of more luscious, frosted lip color, finishing with a shiny coat of lip-gloss. My pink lipstick coated mouth was full, wet looking and sensuous...my lips were gorgeous. I loved them! My face was breathtaking! Yet Aunt Julia continued applying more makeup, softly and subtly sculpting my cheeks, first with a contour, then with a lighter shade of blush. "You're face is really stunning Chrissie. You're so pretty in makeup." I admired my beautiful face. I still couldn't believe how makeup had made me so glamorous. "You really enjoy wearing makeup and looking so pretty, don't you?" She knew I liked being made up to look so beautiful. "I can just tell that as soon as you wake up each morning you'll be eager to powder and paint your beautiful face young lady. I suspect you'll feel a bit unfinished and undressed from now on until we get all of your gorgeous makeup on. In fact, you won't even consider getting all dressed up in one of your fancy evening gowns without first doing your hair and putting on that breathtakingly beautiful face of yours." She removed the rollers from my blonde hair, then using a brush, hair dryer and hair spray, transformed it into a s