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Mission Impossible
by Amber Lynn Kain
The yellow, convertable Mustang cruised along the straight stretch of
highway, eating the miles. The 302 hummed quietly, its owner took very
good care of the car, while not mechanically inclinded, he appreciated
a fine tuned machine. Arron made sure his "stang" was cared for. He
smiled, turned up the cd player louder and pushed down on the gas
pedal.
A little later Arron reached down and flipped on the lights. Twin beams
shot from the nose of the car and brightened the twighlight. Up ahead
he saw what he was searching, a Holiday Inn was a only few miles
further down the road. In a few minutes the yellow sports car pulled
into the hotel's parking lot. Arron raised the roof and locked it into
place. Getting one his bags and a shopping bag from the trunk of the
car, Arron turned, locked the car and set the alarm.
Opening the door, Arron dragged his bag into the room and heaved it on
the hotel bed. It wasn't really heavy, he just wasn't that strong.
Being 5'4" and weighting only 135 lbs did not give him a build that
would make it easy to lift any heavy object, however, his size did
provide him with lots of dressing options.
Arron went into the bathroom and started the shower. The shower took a
litle longer than his usual, he lathered his very short hair and shaved
what little beard he had. He stepped from the shower and dryed himself
off slowly, watching himself in the mirror. Reaching for the shopping
bag he left on the counter, he pulled out the bottle of scented lotion
and began to rub it into his skin, paying extra attention to his feet
and elbows. He ran his hands up and down his legs, they felt so smooth,
he was glad he spent the money on a professional waxing. The girl was a
little rude when she found out what he wanted, but she did a great job
in removing all his body hair.
He turned on the console lights over the large mirror. He washed his
face and began the transformation he had not done since he joined the
Army two years earlier. Now that he was discharged, he felt safe to do
so. He reached into the shopping bag and took out all of its contents;
mascara, foundation, concealer, several lipsticks, and more cosmetics
and set them on the bathroom vanity. Arron stepped out of the bathroom
and went to his bag on the bed. There he emptied out the items he had
specially ordered from a catalog.
A small biege gaff, black lace panties and a matching bra. As he
touched the gaff, his breath deepened, slowly, Arron stepped into the
small garment and pulled it up his legs. When it reached his thighs, he
pushed his balls up deep inside and pulled back his samll penis between
his hairless legs. He held his penis with one hand and pulled the gaff
tight against his crotch. The panties slid up easily and layed flat
against the gaff. No sign of the gaff or his maleness was visible under
the black lace.
Arron went back to into the bathroom. He knew from practice what to do
next eventhough he had not transformed himself for a great while. But
hey, he thought, I would never forget how to do this. Besides he did
study every beauty magazine he could find. He shrugged his shoulders
and turned on the portable radio he brought with him. Some pop princess
belted out her latest tune, while Arron picked up the tube of
concealer.
He dotted his face to hide the few blemishes he had. Many of his
roommates' girlfriends complemented him on his great skin and his nice
tan. Although he did not dress while serving, he continued to use
moisturizer and tanning lotion through his enlistment. Next, using a
cosmetic pad, he applied a light coat of foundation. Steadily, he
traced the eyeliner around his blue eyes to give them a dramatic
effect, followed by brown eyeshadow brushed onto his folds of his
eyelids. He then applied several coats of Mascara to his eyelashes to
lenghten and fininsh his eyes. Arron opened the lid to the blush and
brushed a faint trace of rose powder over his cheek bones. He smiled
and he snaped the compact shut after he smoothed his look with face
powder.
He walked out to the bed and Arron reached down and picked up the box,
that had only come days before his discharge papers. He went into the
bathroom and opened the box. Nervously, he took out the size 4 breast
forms and held them to his small, flat chest. He nodded at the effect
the tear drop silicone forms gave him. He applied the medical adhesive
to the back and placed one, then the other on his chest. As if in a
trance, he watched his buxom chest rise and fall.
Biting his lower lip, he brought out the wig he purchased. The color
was jet black and was cut into a page boy that fell to just below his
chin. Arron held the wig upside down, then ducked his head into it and
pulled it on to his head. He tossed his hair and pushed the strands
from his face. He then picked his wig smooth.
His hands shook slightly as he reached for the lip liner, Skillfully,
he outlined his lips with the pencil. Arron tried to stay with latest
fashion when he dressed. The current trend was to trace the lips but
not fill them in, once he completed the outline he tossed the pencil on
the vanity and fluffed his hair and took a step back.
The effect was startling. No longer did a skinny boy stand in front of
the mirror, but an attractive, slim young woman. The attractive girl
pushed the stray hairs from her face and walked out into the bedroom.
She picked up the black lace bra and hooked it around her slim waist.
She started to slide the lacey bra around but stopped, unhooked it and
tossed it on the bed. She reached into the bag and brought out the top
she intended to wear. The girl pulled the top over her head and the
sheer, black material clung to every part of her body. The blouse's
material streched over the breast forms and accented the brown nipples
on them. Pleased with the effect, she reached in the bag and took out
the black spandex mini skirt that matched the top and stepped into it.
She pulled the skirt up over her long smooth legs and pushed the sheer
top's material down into the waist band.
Her hands smoothed the short skirt as she sat down on the bed and began
to put on her high heels she had brought with her. They were black
sandals that laced up her ankles with a slim 4 inch heels. She buckled
the little silver buckles around her ankles and stood up slowly. She
hadn't walked in heels for a long time, but after she took a few
practice steps, she quickly remembered how to walk in them. She stepped
in front of the mirror and gazed at her reflection...she turned right,
then left, then around and looked over her shoulder at her image. She
was hot...and she knew it.
A wail pierced, the evening and snapped her from her self admiration.
It was her mustang's car alarm. Quickly, she grabbed her car keys and
bolted for the door. She stopped and leaped into the bathroom. She
frantically searched in the mound of cosmetics and at last located the
hotel room key she left on the bathrom vanity. She raced as quickly as
her high heels let her down the hallway and out to the stairs, then to
the hotel's parking lot. She cursed when she heard the wide tires
squeel and the motor gun. She flung open the side door in time to see
her car speed from the lot and onto the highway. She stood there, her
hands out to her side...she wanted to cry. Then she became angry, No
way is that ass gonna take my rod, she thought. She turned and ran back
inside to her room. Dialing the lobby, she ased for the police after
she told the desk clerk what had happened.
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