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Jacque slowly raised his rollered head and gazed longingly into my eyes.
A tear slowly ran down his quivering cheek. His eyes showed desire and
fright.
"Now, now, Jacque, enough of those tears. Once we get your makeup on
there can be no silly male waterings. Girls don't cry at slumber parties
unless they find out the boyfriend is cheating on them. Your boyfriend
isn't cheating on you, is he, Jacque?"
"I don't have a "boyfriend", Wendy"
"Well, after we get done with your makeup and hair, Jacque, you will
have no problem getting one. Claudette, don't you think Jacque in makeup
and a beautiful coiffure will attract men by the bus load?"
"Not just the hair and makeup, Wendy, those cute little boobies just
might get their share of sucking and fondling. Jacque just might learn
how much fun it is to be a girl."
"OK, Jacque, it's GIRLY time!"
"Now sit up straight and push those bra encased hooters out as far as
you can. Do the curlers still feel tight to your scalp? The longer they
stay in the stronger will be your set. By tomorrow morning we can do
anything with your hair."
"Who is your favorite actress, Jacque?"
"I have always loved to see Doris Day in any movie."
"Well, dear Jacque, by tomorrow morning you will see Doris Day when you
look into the mirror! I think your set will lend itself to a cute Doris
Day bouffant. Don't you think so, Wendy?"
"Oh yes, that will be so cute on our Jacque. I think I will go for the
June Allyson flirty pageboy myself. Her lustrous red lips framed by her
perky flippy hair drive me into girly heaven. Claudette, I bet you are
going for the sleek Grace Kelly look."
"Not a bad idea, Wendy. I will try for the look of Grace Kelly when she
wore that stunning white strapless gown in the fireworks scene with Cary
Grant in To Catch A Thief."
"But enough talk. Jacque we are now going to make you beautiful. Sit
back, chest up, hair tight, nails painted, breasts cupped, and enjoy
this new experience for a man like you."
Jacque did as he was told. His chest proudly jutted out and his rollered
head turned toward Claudette as she readied the tubes and the jars and
the brushes needed to make Jacque into Jacqueline. In this case the
makeup really will make the girl.
The first swipe of the foundation across Jacqueline's cheek evoked a
shudder from the former man. By the time we were done with him, s
shudder would be nothing. A quivering mass of jelly would probably more
accurately describe the new woman who was once a sniveling man.
The foundation went on flawlessly. His face was now a blank canvas for
Claudette the cosmetic expert. Claudette even covered his lips with
foundation so that his lipstick would have a base to build on.
A light coating of the foundation on his brows, which would be shaped at
a later time, allowed Claudette to draw on a demure brow arch over each
eye. Doris Day was not a slut. She was the girl next store. Just as
Jacqueline would be. The eyebrow pencil was not too dark, a medium
brown. Just enough to give a womanly definition to Jacque's former manly
brow.
"Jacqueline, when you must have thought about yourself as Doris Day, did
you picture yourself with dramatically shadowed eyes or a more flirty
girl next store look?"
"Really, Claudette, I have always thought of Doris Day as more of a
homespun girl who knows how at times to be very sexy. So give me a look
a little more striking than a college coed, please. And I would like
something more in the blue/green family than in the plums."
"My, My, Jacque is now picking out his colors for his makeup. I think he
is getting into this slumber party idea."
The chagrined Jacque looked at Claudette and lowered his eyes to accept
what she had in store for him. Claudette deftly applied a coat of a
shimmering light green to his lower lids and blended a pearlescent cream
powder shadow above to enlarge and bring out the former man's eyes.
Claudette reached for a tube and opened it and brought it in front of
Jacque's newly shadowed eyes. It was a tube of liquid eyeliner, color
soft brown. Claudette confidently took the tube close to Jacque's eyes
and outlined above the lashes, bringing the line slightly past the far
corner of his eyes. Then she lightly lined below the lower lashes and
smudged that line to blend the color outward. Another tube appeared in
Claudette's hands.
"Now, Jacque, you will feel the weight of a woman's eyes. Your man
lashes will now become dark and lustrous and heavy with the weight of a
woman's mascara. When you blink your eyes you will feel the new weight
and you will see the new length which you want on your lashes so that
you can be a woman. Open your eyes wide!"
Jacque sighed heavily and did as he was told. Three times Claudette
traveled the circuit of Jacque's lashes, each time applying more and
more black length and weight. The lashes stood out almost twice as far
as they had on Jacque's previously male face. Their darkness against the
shimmering shadow on the lids was stunningly womanly.
Claudette then applied a light coat of a pale pink blusher on his cheeks
and a little on his chin and on his forehead. A forehead which
eventually would be almost covered with Doris Day bangs.
Next came a powdering of a translucent shimmering setting powder over
the whole face and especially the lips. The powder would act as a
setting agent for the spectacular lip makeup which was to come.
Claudette took Jacque's chin in her hand and raised it up so that his
eyes met hers.
"Now, dearest Jacque, or is it Jacqueline? Which do you prefer, dear
boy?"
Jacque looked her in the eye and with his mascaraed lashes blinking
rapidly said: "You may call me Jacqueline!"
"Alright, Jacqueline, take this lipstick. It is the same deep crimson
which you see on your nails. It is the lipstick I bought today at Chanel
for you. It is your first lipstick. Kiss the tube, Jacqueline. When I
first received my first lipstick from my mother, she made me kiss the
tube so that I would know I had become a woman and a woman must be one
with her lipstick."
Jacque took the tube from Claudette and slowly brought it to his lips
and he kissed it softly. Then Claudette took the tube from him and
opened it to it's full length. The brilliant red cream stood proudly.
"Jacqueline, kiss the shaft, inhale the fragrance."
Jacque gently kissed the glimmering shaft and longingly inhaled the
fragrance of womanhood. Claudette then handed the open tube to Jacque.
"Now, Jacque, for the first time in your life, do what you were meant to
do since you were born. Apply your own lipstick. You have seen women do
it thousands of times, you know how. DO IT!"
You could hear a pin drop. I stood on his left and Claudette stood on
his right and with sheer joy we watched him bring the glistening tube
slowly to his powdered lips and with at first hesitant strokes and then
more and more confident strikes, he transferred the exotic cream to his
lips in the most elegant manner. I was proud of him. He was proud of
himself.
After he finished applying the lipstick, he took a tissue and as he had
seen women do many times, he clotted his lips and then reapplied another
coat for the maximum effect, just as any woman would do.
Claudette handed him a hand mirror so he could see his new look more
closely. As he looked at himself for several minutes, with is face made
up and his hair in rollers and his nails painted, he slowly started to
smile. A little at first and then a big, big smile which stretched his
painted lips to the max. He sighed a contented sigh and said,
"Ladies, what else happens at a slumber party? Jacqueline likes it so
far!"
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