The Ballad of Annie Greene Part 9
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A Lipstick in His Pocket by Peggy Sue
The next boy who picked me up wasn't so good a lay. His cock was short
and fat, better made for sucking than for fucking, but his hands and
mouth were talented, so we got along. Things got interested when I found
out that Doug had a lipstick in his pocket.
I wrote down the brand name and type and was off to see Pierre. I wanted
him to find the right shades for me in that exact kind of lipstick.
Pierre was more than equal to the job. He added mascara and a little
well-placed concealer. We both agreed that I didn't need much makeup,
but this was a special-purpose job. I came home with bright lips and a
smile. Doug's cock immediately saluted me, and we were off to the show.
I decided to try some dominance to see if I could spice up the game.
I told Doug that I hated it if anyone played with my clothes and makeup
without my permission, and that if I caught him playing with any of it
I'd make him wear it.
I knew he wouldn't be able to resist. I came home one day to find
lipstick stains on some tissue in the bathroom waste basket. The stains
matched one of the lipsticks I'd left so temptingly in sight. Doug tried
to deny it but I knew I had caught him. He finally admitted it. I told
him to pick up the lipstick he'd tried on and show me what it looked
like on him. He did so. I said "Fine, let's go out for coffee." He
blanched. I handed him the lipstick and a mirror: "Here, you'll need
this." His eyes watered but his cock was straining against his pants-
leg.
We got a few stares in the coffee shop, but not too much until we'd
finished our snack and I touched up my lipstick. I reminded Doug to
touch up his own. He was very nervous, his cock at war with his
conscience. His cock won. I was betting that his cock would be at least
an inch longer the next time he stuck it in me, and I was going to push
him. He touched up his lipstick and we went for a walk. He got a lot of
stares. Once we got home, I told him to keep his lipstick on and come
fuck me. He didn't need to hear that twice. Our sex was much improved.
One day I found one of my bras out of place and confronted him with it.
He denied having tried it on, but when I insisted he wear it he gave in
soon enough. His cock confirmed my hunch, and I took him out to buy a
training bra. It looked to me that I was making him do the things that
he'd always wanted someone to make him do. I asked him if he wanted to
wear lipstick while we were bra-shopping, and he sat down and bawled.
But he put on his lipstick and we went out. We bought two bras, one just
a training bra, but the other a B-cup with inserts. I insisted he wear
the B-cups home. Again we stopped for coffee, and he fixed his own
lipstick after our snack without being told.
Doug started keeping the apartment clean. Most of the time, I'd come
home and find him wearing lipstick and one of his bras. He asked me if
he could use my mascara and I allowed it. When we went out together he
sometimes wore a bra and lipstick and mascara, sometimes not. I didn't
push the issue. Our sex was great.
I wanted to raise the ante, so I took Doug to see Pierre for a makeup
lesson. I didn't tell him where we were going, but his eyes got very
wide when he saw where we were. Pierre took him through some stuff I
didn't know about - eyes and cheeks - he recommended that Doug pierce
his ears, because he'd love the feel of dangling earrings.
Doug was very silent for a few days after this. He didn't run off to get
his ears pierced, but he started to experiment with different looks,
some of them very feminine, some like what a gay man would wear. I
didn't comment. I just enjoyed his new enthusiasm for sex.
I always wore lipstick now, experimenting with various tastes and
textures. Whenever I bought a new lipstick I'd have Doug kiss me to
taste it, and if he liked it I'd let him try it on.
Doug's hair was getting long, and one day after he showered I attacked
him with hair curlers. Again, his cock saluted me. We tried a few
different waves, but nothing quite expressed the girl that Doug was
hiding. So we went to Pierre's shop and asked Claire to wash and set
Doug's hair. Of course he went there all made up, and Claire struck
exactly the right note. Now Doug looked inescapably feminine. He went by
himself to pierce his ears.
I didn't even get to see Doug in his first dress. He flew the coop
before that. I came home to an apologetic note full of praise and
gratitude, but Doug had found a boy to shack up with.
The worst part of picking up wounded birds is when they fly away once
they've got back their strength.
Alma
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