Nasty Boy Lovely Girl Part 6
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Laying there on the gynecological exam table with my feet locked into the
stirrups and with my arms bound to the side of the table, leaving my bra
encased boyish breasts pointing to the ceiling, something snapped inside
the brain that was behind the painted lips and shadowed eyes.
A bond, which had becomes more and more frayed during the days of my
punishment, finally completely broke. I knew, lying there, prodded and
pinched and poked and humiliated by all these beautiful and superior
women, that whatever boyishness or manliness there had once been inside
me was now gone. As that cold steel speculum explored the inner most
reaches of my punishment vagina, my mind reached the point where I no
longer thought of myself as a man. That was over. As uncomfortable as it
was, as any woman will tell you, I knew, when that stainless steel
instrument of female torture charged far into my new pussy, that I was
now a woman.
And I was deliriously happy.
Then my mind shut down and I don't remember a thing that happened the
rest of the day.
The next morning I awoke early. I was perfectly calm as I took my morning
shower, careful to cover my rolled head with a pink fluffy shower cap. As
the water cascaded over me I took my Lady Gillette razor and made sure
that my legs and underarms were femininely hairless and smooth. My
previously boyish beard, which I now thought of as unwanted facial hair,
vanished with a few strokes of the razor. I splashed a lavender body wash
over my hairless body and luxuriated in the aroma which purified my new
female body.
When I stepped out of the shower I immediately wrapped a fluffy pink
towel over my perky breasts and tugged it tight under my arms to form a
chemise of pink fluff just covering my female tush. I took the shower cap
off and looked into the mirror at my body wrapped in female fashion and
my head still rolled in the tight pink curlers of my nighttime girlish
regimen.
The sight of this cute young woman standing before me spurred me to rush
to my lingerie drawers and swiftly decide on the most mature and womanly
items I could find. There was no hesitation. I knew what I wanted to wear
and, indeed, should wear on this most important morning in my young life.
The towel feel from my sleek body and pooled in girlish femininity at my
feet. The pink of the towel melding with the vibrant pink painted only
toes. Before anything else, I reached into the box on my vanity and
withdrew a Super Tanpax Tampon. Though my period had ended two days
before, I wanted the security and the exquisite feel of a tampon, snug
within my awakening vagina. The insertion felt perfectly natural and the
correct thing to do on this important day. The feeling of emptiness which
I had noted right after my shower was now gone. It felt so sexy to be
stuffed with a tampon filling my woman's private space.
I immediately brought those shimmering pink toes through the leg holes of
a sheer silk white panty with fragile lace at the waist. The string of
the tampon remained inside the tight silk confines of these woman's
panties. No string was going to spoil the smoothness of my silk encased
tush.
I selected a longleg panty girdle to cover and define the shape I needed
on my lower body. The girdle slide up my smooth legs and firmly moved
flesh to where the girdle wanted the flesh to be. A woman soon learns
that her girdle knows best what is the most womanly arrangement of soft
thigh and derriere flesh. Though it felt as though I were a sausage
begging to be skewered, I would never argue with such a strong willed
girdle.
With my girdle firmly in place I sat down on the vanity chair and
proceeded to put on a pair of smoke grey sheer denier hose. I worked them
up my legs, all the time carefully avoiding making a run in them with my
manicured nails. I stood and carefully fastened all eight garter snaps
and the hose were connected to the girdle in the proper female fashion. I
beamed at the feeling of my hose tugging firmly on the cloth and rubber
fasteners of my girdle.
I stepped into a pair of dove grey file pumps with 3 inch black heels. A
woman always likes to have her shoes on when she dresses so that the
correct fall and length of all the pieces of her outfit will be precise.
I knew what I was going for in dressing this day. I was going to show my
mother, not what a 16 year old boy could look like as a girl, but what I
am going to look like as a 28 year old sophisticated woman.
I stood up and admired my butt in the full length mirror. But I had no
time for long, lingering looks. I needed, had to have, desired, could not
wait, to plunge my chest and boobs into the tightest, most constricting,
most defining longline bra I had. The silken lycra garment flung itself
across my quivering body. The front and side panels sucked in my torso
and the cups pushed and molded my breasts like two firm hands lovingly
cupping an angel's tits. With a supreme effort the last hook and eye was
hooked. My breath did not come for several seconds. When at last I
breathed a womanly sigh the garment creaked with confining tension. I
felt wonderful.
I took a pure white rayon and silk full slip and raised it over my head
and allowed it to fall gently down over my straining foundation garments.
The hem of the slip just kissed the most rounded part of my shimmering
ass. And the fitted lace bodice arranged itself as a glove over the
rounded pulsating soft orbs on my chest. The thin spaghetti straps rested
upon the stronger straps of the longline bra like two lesbian friends
cuddling.
I gave one quick twirl in front of the mirror and all pieces stayed in
place and the slip fell like warm water falling over my body and rested
in perfectly sexy inviting folds around my encased hips.
I sat back down at the vanity and started on my makeup. Yes, my makeup. A
week ago I could never have even thought of such a phrase. My makeup. But
now I am a woman and the phrase is completely natural. I am having fun
now. A woman has fun with her makeup. Why else would she wear it? To wear
makeup is to be a woman. And to wear makeup is to have fun.
My makeup today was to be different from anything else I had worn
previously. This makeup is not to be what Mother wants me to wear or what
mother wants to humiliate me with. This is not the makeup of a slut or of
a teenybopper. This is the makeup I feel I should wear. I am going to
show Mother and Father and Marie that I can be, No, I am, a true sexy
sophisticated woman.
I take off the pink sparkly polish of my girlhood and redo my nails with
three coats of a deep burgundy lacquer. While my nails dry I think about
the surprise I am about to give to Mother and Father. Their "Punishment"
has worked beyond their wildest dreams.
Next I apply a foundation of a sun kissed beige, being sure that all
blends in over my face and neck and ears. Even with all the trips to the
beauty salon to humiliate me no one has really attacked my brows. Now I
will do it to myself. I want a definite arch peaking high at the inside
center of my eye and tapering off dramatically well past the outside of
the eye. I can endure the pain. I want the look.
I apply a dark brown pencil to my newly formed brows to give them even
more drama.
Then I work on my eyes. I am going for depth and preciseness. I work with
a range of charcoals and grays and dark blues. When I am done my eyes
appear twice as big and immeasurably more feminine. I have created two
emeralds floating in a smokey sea.
My boyish, now girlish, lashes are quite long and the mascara I have
chosen makes them seem like black whips flashing before my eyes. A
smudged charcoal liner backs up the lashes for greater depth.
A quick dusting with a deep garnet blusher defines my cheeks. A setting
powder gives my face a shimmer which sends chills up my spine.
When I applied the foundation I covered my lips with the foundation at
that time. Now that canvas is ready to accept the paint I want to put on
it. Since I have covered my natural lip line with the foundation I am
able to draw a more generous and sensuous lip in place of the boyish slit
I was cursed with. A burgundy lip liner seems to act on it's own as it
creates a mouth never before seen on a 16 year old boy. The peaks of the
bow on the top lip seem to speak volumes to the fullness of the pouting
lower lip. The depth of the under drawn lower lip produces a lip which
seems to be in 3D. From a side view the lip stands out from the face and
commands your attention and maybe even another pair of lips to kiss it. I
fill in this masterpiece strongly and surely. I have learned my lessons
well. This is not 16 year old girl's lip. This is a pair of lips which
could grace the cover of "Allure". One really great thing which I have
learned through Mother's "Punishment" is that I LOVE LIPSTICK! Thank you,
Mother, for teaching me.
I look in the mirror one more time and smile. Really smile. I am
beautiful and I have my whole life ahead of me.
I go to my closet and take a charcoal pleated rayon skirt from the hanger
and step into it and pull it up to my waist. the hem of the skirt falls
three inches above my knees. I take a sheer white silk organza blouse
with puff sleeves and a standup ruffled collar and a ruffled jabot over
the bodice. The blouse is a rear button closure. I slip my arms into the
blouse sleeves and pull the confection up to my body. Now I will have to
get come help. After all a woman can't do everything'
"Marie, could you come here please!" I call.
Marie comes to the door to my room very quickly and I hear her gasp when
she sees me.
"Marie, darling, please be a dear and button me up. I don't know why
these designers make it so difficult for a woman to just get dressed."
Without saying a word, with her mouth hanging open, Marie buttons up my
prissy blouse and the front of the blouse takes on a life of it's own and
molds itself to my female form.
"Wendy, what are you doing? You look stunning. Did Mother tell you to do
this?"
"Marie, a woman does not need her mother to tell her to dress properly
and to wear correct makeup. You should have learned that long ago. I have
been a woman for only a few days and I know that."
"Wendy, you are a boy who is being punished. You are not a woman!"
"Yesterday morning I was not a woman. Today I am.
"Please help me now with my hair.
"I think I would like it up in a tight severe bun at the back of my head
and with a few tendrils falling down at the ears and precise bangs above
my brows. I want to show off those lovely long dangling silver chime
earrings Mother bought me. She thought they would humiliate me. They are
going to look just divine!"
Marie looked me over and took her hands and placed them on my shoulders.
"I think something wonderful happened and your punishment worked a little
too well. Maybe I have a new sister and not a sissy brother."
"Let me do your hair and then you can surprise Mother and Father all you
want. Me, I would just like to know how you did those yummy lips. Please
tell me!"
"Oh, Marie, dearest, I am going to love having you as a sister. We can do
all kinds of girly girl things together now that I am a woman. Now do one
other thing for me will you please?
"Sure, Sis, what is it?"
"Without Mother knowing please put a lighter and a pack of her Misty
120's into my purse. And one of her sequined cigarette holders. I think
that sometime today Mother and daughter may want to have a quiet moment
sharing a woman's cigarette. Maybe right after I tell her I would like to
join her Wednesday Ladies Luncheon and Bridge club."
"Wendy, I will do that for you and I will put an extra tampon in your
purse, too. I always feel more womanly when I am well stocked on all the
essentials."
Marie did my hair expertly. We are going to enjoy being sisters from now
on. Oh, what I missed by being a nasty boy person.
When Marie had worked her magic, I glanced in the mirror and smiled at
what I saw. I gave Marie two quick air kisses to her cheeks and purposely
strode confidently in my pumps down to meet Father and Mother at the
breakfast table.
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