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When Treats become Tricks By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 "This office has no life anymore!" Peggy lamented as she sat down in the conference room. "It's getting so hard to come to work. Everyone is so stressed out here." "Hopefully this party will bring a little fun back," said Heather, joining her. "I mean everyone in some form of costume, with a few drinks in them, should hopefully loosen people up." "I know, but that will only be if Mr. Watson doesn't show or else everyone will be so guarded," said Peggy. "I love Halloween and that would really suck." The ladies sat there patiently as the conference room filled up with people before the boss finally came in. They had their usual boring Thursday afternoon status meeting with half the staff zoning out, until finally Mr. Watson smashed his fist on the table. "Ok, that's enough corporate bullshit. Let's finally get to the fun," said Mr. Watson, stunning everyone in the room. "Really," whispered Heather to Peggy, who was zoned out. "Yes, really," said Mr. Watson, shooting Heather a smirk as she smiled, knowing she was caught commenting. "Now I've looked at the facebook pages and tweets, as some of you may not know that we track that stuff here in the office, and I've come to the realization that well, you are correct. We need to loosen up quite a bit before some of you have strokes, and that begins today." "So you are cool with the office Halloween party," Peggy asked him, quite surprised. "Not only am I for it, but I will be paying for everything, under one condition," said Mr. Watson. "That everyone agrees to let their hair down and really enjoy Halloween. Peggy, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I really liked your idea that I read off your page, and I think we should all do that." "Really boss?" Peggy was so surprised. "I mean it's a bit risqu?, you know." "Yes, I think it's brilliant," said Mr. Watson, taking an empty ice bucket from the counter. "Let's do it." "Ok, so everyone take an index card and then privately write your idea for a costume," said Peggy, as she explained her thoughts. "My idea is that we fold them up and throw them in a hat and then randomly get assigned our own costume. You have to keep it private, not letting anyone know what it is, so it'll be fun to figure out who got to show up in whose costume idea." "But, that could get a little weird, Peggy?" Tim chimed in. "What if a guy picks tinkerbell, or a girl gets batman or something?" "That's what I like about all this, but I'm hoping we can be creative here people!" said Mr. Watson. "I'm encouraging everyone to be a bit edgy and risqu?, since our everyday lives have been so stressful and stuffy. In fact, what I am going to do is offer a $5,000 cash prize to the most risqu? and creative costume, and also give another $5,000 to the person that thought of it, plus allow all of you to purchase what you need within reason on your corporate accounts. How's that for making sure we get creative and have some fun!" "That is incredible, sir!" Peggy was all excited now. "Thank you so much! I can't tell you how amazing I think this will be for morale!" "Great, it's settled then," said Mr. Watson, looking at his watch. "Everyone take their index card and be back here at tomorrow at 5pm, when we'll draw them. That gives you tonight to get creative and describe in detail exactly what the costume entails, or even where the person should go to get it, if you know the exact costume." Everyone happily exited the meeting and the office was filled with a buzz for the first time in a long time. The girls couldn't stop discussing ideas, for the rest of the day and the following day, as the office was filled with anticipation. "So you have that special one for Mr. Watson saved for last," said Peggy, whispering to Heather. "Yes, it's going to be a blast," said Heather grinning. "it's in my palm." "So Mr. Watson, I thought this top hat would be more appropriate than just that ice bucket," said Peggy, placing it on the table. "Sure, makes sense," said Mr. Watson as everyone passed it around and tossed in their ideas. The hat circled the room as everyone tossed in their costume choices, and then made another round as people randomly selected from the hat. Smiles and laughter were almost non-stop, as people looked at their selections and tried to keep them to their selves. As the hat reached the end, Heather slipped the last one in the hat as Mr. Watkins picked to great applause. "We'll see everyone tomorrow then," said Mr. Watkins, applauding as he dropped his little folded up paper. "I got it sir," said Tim, bending down to get it as he and Mr. Watkins banged into each other, cracking heads. "Sorry sir," said Tim, picking up the little folded paper in his hand. "You ok?" "Of course son," Mr. Watson told Tim. "Give me one of those." They left the room rubbing their foreheads, as the girls rolled their eyes. "He's such a kiss ass," said Heather, whispering to Peggy. "Holy shit, Heather," said Peggy peeking through the conference room blinds at Tim, as he unravelled his selection. "I think the idiot took the wrong one. He did. He got the one for Mr. Watson." "No way!" Heather laughed. "After all our rigging, it still got fucked up." "No, it actually just got better," said Peggy rubbing her chin. "Think about it. Mr. Watson is going to retire in a few years, and that kiss ass will be taking over. Let's call Diane before he does, and really get outrageous." "Oh you are so evil," Heather said excitededly. "I fucking love it!" "Oh shit, hurry up, he's calling his girlfriend," said Peggy, dragging Heather to the receptionist's desk. "Come on, it's Friday night and the receptionist is gone. Let's go listen in to his whining." Quickly they hurried to the reception area and eavesdropped on his extention. "So, I'm going to need your help, Millie," said Tim. "I didn't draw too well for the firm's Halloween costume party." "Really, why? What did you get stuck with?" said Millie, teasing him. "Sounds like you'll need a big diaper, since you seem to be whining already." "That's not funny, and it's worse than that," said Tim. "I've got to be a hooker." "No way," said Millie, soon bursting into hysterics. "You all made up like a girl?. You hate it when I even wear a little lipstick." "Shut up and listen," said Tim annoyed. "It says. For the lucky person who selected this card, you'll enjoy this party as our special Lady of the Evening. Please report at twelve noon sharp on Saturday to Diane's Leather and Lace boutique on Hollywood blvd, where you'll be fitted into one of their finest outfits and receive a wonderful makeover, transforming you into something more beautiful than you could have imagined. I can't fucking believe this shit." "Sorry honey," said his girlfriend choking with laughter so hard she could barely speak. "This is just too damn funny." "Millie, this is ridiculous. I'm not doing this shit," said Tim. "I'm not." "Oh, stop it, you big baby," said Millie. "Just have fun with it. Plus, you'll fuck up all you worked for if you don't go along with your boss's requests. It's one night in a dress having some laughs. It won't kill you." "I guess so, but it still sucks," Tim began to calm down. "You'll help me, right?" "Honey, I'll do what I can, but you are better off letting them help you at the shop, like it says on the paper," said Millie. "I'll make you dinner tonight, and we'll have some fun and then tomorrow I'll go with you. It'll be fine." Tim headed home to find Millie already at work in his kitchen at his apartment. She teased him a bit about his office Halloween party and then they pretty much ignored it, sharing a wonderful night of relaxing and love making. In the morning when he awoke, she had put on the coffee and was flipping some eggs, wearing only one of his shirts as he entered the kitchen. "Good morning," said Millie, giving him a kiss as he sat down, having some coffee. "Smells good," said Tim, waking up. "So, I was thinking maybe you'd join me in the tub after breakfast, and I'll help you," said Millie. "Help me do what?" said Tim. "Help remove some of that 'gorilla' look silly," Millie pointed to his legs. "Obviously, you've got to at least do some hair removal." "I'm not shaving my legs," Barked Tim. "I just want to get this shit over with." "Ok then. Good thing you're planning on having fun with this?" said Millie, rolling her eyes. "I'm going to go dry my hair and we'll go to that place." Tim hopped in the shower as Millie got herself ready. When he came out, she shaved his face and put on some jeans and a t-shirt. They got in Tim's car and drove to the shop as Tim complained the entire time, until they pulled up and parked. "Wow, this is like a real pro's store," said Millie as they looked at the shop. In the window they stared at mannequins dressed in skimpy leather and spandex outfits as Tim was getting nervous, stopping dead in his tracks outside looking at the window display. "Forget it," said Tim, stopping right at the door. "I can't." "Welcome guys," said a middle aged woman, opening the door for them. "Come on in. We just opened." Millie took his hand, feeling his sweaty palm and dragged him in as their eyes widened, seeing the large array of items. They walked around hand in hand, nervously browsing until the woman came over. "Hello, I'm Katrina," said the woman, holding out her hand to Millie. "How are you today?" "We're good, thank you?" said Millie politely. "So, I don't think we've ever met before?" said Katrina. "Where do you dance dear, or are you just new working the area? Either way, I can be of assistance. You've got a wonderful physique, dear. I would say maybe a size 4?" "Well yes, I am a four, but I think you've got the wrong impression, Katrina," Millie chuckled. "We're not here for me! This is Tim, and he has an appointment at noon." "Oh I'm sorry dear. It's wonderful to see you Tim," said Katrina, looking Tim up and down.. "I didn't realize he'd have a lady friend with him, so you threw me for a loop there." "Sorry, I didn't mean to Katrina," said Millie. "He's a bit nervous, so I came with him." "Not to worry, Tim. We'll take good care of you here," said Katrina. "I've cross dressed tons of you boys over the years, especially this time of year. Lucky for you, your company party is tonight, a week ahead of the 31st, or you'd be in here with a bunch of other soon to be 'ladies'." "So, there's going to be no one else here?" Asked Tim. "Well, they'll be other customers coming into the store, but we'll be handling your little transformation in private so you won't have to worry about it," said Katrina. "Now, I've got some pretty explicit instructions from your company, and you'll be happy to know they spared no expense on you, but we better get started. Write down your cell number here Millie, and I'll call you later to come get him when he's ready." "Wait, can't she stay?" Tim was almost panicking. "Of course dear, but it will be hours to get you ready," said Katrina. "Now, relax Tim. We don't bite. I'll call you later dear." "I've got a ton of shopping to do anyway," said Millie, giving him a quick kiss. "You'll be fine Tim. I like the idea of being surprised anyway. Can't wait to see you later" "Come on dear," said Katrina, taking his hand as she brought him to a room behind the retail area, as Millie left the store. "It's like part lounge, part salon back here," Tim looked around. "In a way," said Katrina. "It's really just an area for clients to relax and unwind while we help them achieve their look, honey. Now don't worry about being shy. We've seen it all in here. I'll be back to take some measurements and my assistant Veronica will be right in to help us." Aren't you a cutie?" said a young woman coming in now as she touched his shoulder. "I'm Veronica, and I'll be assisting in your makeover today. Let's get these dreadful clothes off you, dear." Tim's mannerisms immediately changed, seeing the mid-twenties, long haired redhead in a practically painted on, low cut violet leather jumpsuit looking him up and down, as she proceeded to pull his t-shirt over his head. "Hello," said Tim, gulping as he stood motionless as she wasted no time dropping his jeans to his ankles. "Sit honey, and get this shit off," said Veronica, pushing him back onto the red lounge couch as she pulled off his socks and sneakers. "No problem," Tim kicked his jeans away as Veronica scooped up his clothes, tossing them in a little laundry bag. "Stand up. Those too in a second, dear," said Katrina, coming into the room now. She wrapped a tape measure around his chest and then his waist, jotting down some measurements as he stood motionless as Veronica slid down his boxers. It was extremely embarrassing as he looked down, seeing her place the tape behind his erection and wrapped it around his ass as she continued jotting down numbers. "Spread your legs open a touch dear," said Katrina, placing the tape right between his legs and measuring his inseam down to his ankle. "Don't feel uncomfortable, I know it's a touch cold in here Tim," said Veronica, leading him away now by the left bicep. "I know you're really nervous, but it'll be painless sweetie. Alright?" "Oh thanks, but that's not too easy standing here in the buff," Tim replied as they brought him to a red leather chair in front of a sink. "Tell you what?" said Veronica. "How about I set you up in a nice recliner while I start your hair. I think you'll have an easier time just sitting back for me, and it'll be relaxing honey, and these will keep you warm." She placed two large towels on the chair as he sat down and then placed another over his waist, covering his midsection. "Ok, that sounds good," said Tim as she leaned the chair back resting his neck on the sink as she switched the water on. "But I figured I'd be in a wig" "Not exactly, honey," said Veronica as he lay there peacefully as Veronica scrubbed at his scalp. "Your hair is maybe four or five inches, which is just long enough for me to work with, and you've got a perfect hairline. I only do very natural stuff here, so the type of wigs we have here require a fairly smooth surface and we glue them on. You'll be much better off with me doing your hair, and adding some wefts." "Oh, ok whatever that means," said Tim as she washed and rinsed his hair a few times before Katrina joined her, placing a small white folded towel across his forehead. "Eyes closed for a bit dear," said Katrina. "This will burn if it gets in your eyes." Tim relaxed as best he could, listening to the series of crumbling noises and feeling the constant lifting and tugging at his hair. After a few minutes, he felt something being rubbed on his left leg and peeked open his eyes, glancing down seeing Katrina coating his calf in a cream. "I'm sorry. This is all too weird for me," said Tim, shaking as he looked down at Katrina. "My girlfriend told me to shave my legs, but I didn't listen to her. I'd really rather not shave them?" "That's not even an option dear," Katrina ignored him as he felt the razor slide down his calf for the first time. "The only hairy hookers out there are probably in Europe." "It was better you didn't anyway, honey. You are a hairy mess, and we'll do it right. Veronica comforted him. "You probably would have had some little nicks and cuts if you tried this yourself, so this will be better in the end." "You've actually got great legs," said Katrina as she wiggled her razor in a bowl. "I do?," Tim was surprised as she held open a white bathrobe now. "They're going to look lovely in some stockings, before you know it," Katrina held his leg straight up as she did the back now. "Now try to snooze because I've got plenty to do here." Before he knew it, she was working on the other leg and then quickly shaved his forearms. She lifted each arm, expertly wiping off any hair and then took some shears to his pits, trimming them before wiping off the remaining short strands. She now took her time gently shaving off any little peach fuzz he had around his nipples, and then made sure he was completely hairless at his waistline. "Stand up, spread eagle Tim," said Katrina, extending her hand. He stood, opening his legs as he felt the cream and razor sliding across his lower back and butt cheeks. She came back around in front of him, trimming and shaving at his pubic area as he looked down, seeing all the small hairs fall to the floor. "Hold my shoulder, dear," said Katrina. This will just sting for a moment, dear." Tim wondered why as he felt a warm sensation between his cheeks. "Holy crap!" Screamed Tim, feeling her rip hair from between his cheeks as his knees buckled. "Was that really necessary!" "Sorry dear," said Katrina rubbing some ointment all over his lower body now. "Of course, it is but its better hygiene and with the underwear you'll have on later, the hair might have irritated you, so you're better off without it anyway." "Sit back down now, Tim," said Veronica, putting on some gloves and leaning his head back over the sink. She saturated his head, again working on his hair before finally taking a towel, drying his head and wrapping it. "Come on," said Veronica patted his thigh as he got up. Katrina now held open a simple white bathrobe as he slipped it on and followed Veronica to a salon type chair. He sat down, noticing no mirrors like he normally would see when he would be in his barber chair, as Veronica removed the towel. She wasted no time taking her blow dryer to his damp mop, brushing it away from his face and hitting it with the hot air. "Ok, keep that chin steady for me, Tim," said Veronica as he felt her lifting his hair at the nape of his neck and inserting a jaw clip. He heard Veronica performing some quick snips behind his head and then felt a cold sensation across the back of his head as she applied pressure near his neck. "That's cold," Tim yelped as he felt a cold sensation horizontally at the back of his head now as she pressed against him. "It'll be warm in thirty seconds," said Veronica, switching on her blow dryer and heating the area. When she finished, she removed the clip and then moved up a little higher as she repeated the process and he could feel the hair tickling the back of his neck as she worked. It was a slow, annoying process as she began working near his left ear and then sliding all the way around the back of his head to the right side.. "You're doing great, Tim," Veronica took a quick break, sipping her soda before carefully brushing everything onto his shoulders. "I'm starting to feel the weight. Is there a lot more?" Asked Tim. "I think the wig would have been easier." "Sorry sweetie," said Veronica. "It would have, but it never would look this good when we're done. Your company paid for the best, so that's what we're doing. Now be patient, because I did the easy parts. The top is going to take a little longer." "And we've still got to dress you and do your makeup Tim," said Katrina, coming over now and giving Tim a nasty look. "I was told we'd have your full cooperation!" "Sorry," said Tim meekly, not knowing what to do. "It's just..." "You know what," said Katrina, putting up her hand and interrupting. "I don't want to hear it. You'll need to get into the right frame of mind if you're to really pull this off tonight. Hookers are strong minded and confident. Right now what I see is a whiney little princess." Tim sat their speechless after taking the tongue lashing from Katrina as Veronica continued work on his hair. After another forty five minutes, she stepped back, admiring her work.. She now took some very hot towels, placing them on his face and applied a little pressure. When she removed them, she lathered up his face and proceeded to carefully shave him from his cheeks downward. When she finished, she lathered him up again and this time took a long straight razor and worked very slowly and cautiously against the grain, as she made sure not to move him. She took her hand softly sliding it around his face, feeling every line and crevice before rubbing in a soft cream with her fingers. "I'm ready for you, Katrina," said Veronica, calling out to her. "So Katrina will do a little shaping, and then I'll be doing your makeup." Katrina came over and leaned back his chair just a touch. Tim avoided eye contact with her, looking away as she stared at him with a stern face. She rubbed at his right eye brow, and then he felt the heat on his forehead before she applied some pressure. "Remember, I have to go back to work looking normal on Monday," whined Tim. "Show me a little toughness here, princess. Hold the arm of the chair," said Katrina as he felt the ripping at his brow. "Trust me, you'll look much better on Monday." He grunted but tried to stay tough, wanting to scream from the pain but even more from what she did to his brow as she move to the other side now. Again she ripped away at his left brow this time, and then took her tweezers, plucking as she did a little more shaping. "Much better," said Katrina, giving Tim an almost evil grin as he felt like he wanted to get up and punch her in the face. She now took a tube, rubbing it against his lips as he felt a tingling as he reached up. "Ah ah. It's just a little plumper," said Veronica, rolling over a large cart and pushing his hand away as he tried to touch them, attempting to feel what she had done. "They're tender. Leave them be. It won't be long now until we dress you, and you'll be partying. Now let's make you gorgeous. This is the fun part." "What is that?" said Tim as his eyes popped wide open, looking at her holding a metal devise. "I guess you've never been airbrushed, before," Teased Veronica. "Just keep your eyes and mouth closed until I tell you." Veronica switched on the little compressor and Tim closed his eyes, seeing the nozzle near his face. It was soothing as he began to sense the soft liquid across his left cheek as he felt his right hand being worked on. After a few minutes, the compressor was switched off and he looked up, seeing Veronica trimming some false lashes. He glanced down, seeing Katrina gluing some long nails on his fingers and before he knew it, Veronica was adhering a lash to his left eye. "Open, and look up to the ceiling," said Veronica, as she grabbed the top lashes with a lash curler, pinching it and counting out loud. She took a mascara wand now and stroked his lashes a few times before turning her attention to the other eye. He closed his eye, knowing the drill after feeling the lash being glued to his lid and then looked up as she curled and coated it. She jumped back to his other eye now, holding it open as she took some liquid liner, thinly coating his inner lids. When she finished, she took a thicker black pencil extending his lash line and then adding a few thick strokes on his upper lid. "Look down now," said Veronica as she took another liquid liner, painting on a thin electric line just above the thick black line. His eyes stared down at his nails, feeling the heat as his left hand was baking under a little dryer while Veronica dipped her little brush into her palette, stroking his left eye. She jumped back and forth, working on each eye as he could feel the cotton being stuffed between the toes of his right foot. "You've really got beautiful eyes," said Veronica, brushing at his brows. "Normally I'd say thank you, but I have to doubt that's a good thing, right now," said Tim as Veronica was brushing at his cheeks. "It's never a bad thing, Tim," Replied Veronica, rubbing a little Vaseline on his lips. "Now keep your eyes closed as I'm going to set everything with some translucent powder, and then we'll do those lips." She worked slowly but surely powdering, and then oddly took a small tooth brush, rotating it in a circular motion on his lips. When she finished, she opened a tube of concealer, spreading it across his tender lips not before he watched her sharpen a dark red pencil. "Smile as big as you can, and hold it," said Veronica as she worked on outlining his lips and then began coloring them in. "Ok, and relax them now." "It's too weird," said Tim, attempting to lick them. "No licking!" Veronica scolded him as he watched her open a MAC Pro tube. "I'll tell you in a minute, when you can slide them together." She took her time coating his lips as he sensed the cherry taste, before she stepped back admiring her work. She returned to his lashes, coating them again and then again coated his lips. He watched as she took a clear brush, dipping it in a shiny substance and then painted at his lips, before she finally seemed satisfied. "Pretty, right," said Veronica to Katrina as she came in now. "Too pretty for a Ho!. Teased Katrina, tossing some clothes on the couch. "But I think the outfit will help make him look a little skankier. Clip up his hair, and let's try a few things!" Veronica gathered his extensions behind his head in a very loose pony and then clipped them up behind his head as Katrina removed the cotton from between his toes. They pulled the warm towels from his body and removed his hands from the nail dryer as he stood up, immediately noticing his extremely long, shiny blood red nails, which where a good two inches past his finger tips, and matched his now blood red toe nails. "How am I going to hold anything in these?" said Tim, as they wrapping a corset around his waist. "You'll get used to them," said Katrina, flashing her nails at him as they removed the cincher. "I do everything in my claws. Get the smaller one, Veronica." Veronica helped try two more corsets on Tim as he stood there helplessly. 'Lucky I still have this one. The others are terrible on him," said Katrina, retrieving another corset and then pinching an inch at his little love handles. "This one is perfect for lazy boys that haven't done a sit up in years." "Wow, all this and you're calling me fat," said Tim chuckling as he loosened up for a moment. "No, it's actually not bad. We'll suck in this little flab and it's never a bad thing having a little extra loose tissue on your chest, which I'll use," said Katrina, cupping his breasts with her hands.. Katrina took a small container and unscrewed it open. Tim looked down, seeing her brush a substance on the outside of his breasts and then took a hairdryer warming the area. When she finished, she opened a box and took out two large breast forms. She handed one to Veronica and together they pressed them on to Tim, squeezing his natural breasts towards each other. After a few minutes of tension, they released them as Tim immediately felt their weight, until Katrina wasted no time slipping his arms through some bra straps, which cupped the breasts. Carefully now, she wrapped the rest of this one piece bustier cincher around his waist. He felt it on his back as Veronica began hooking the little fasteners. "This one fits well," said Katrina, as Tim looked down as Katrina was adjusting the straps and messing with the cleavage. "Close him up down there, and then we'll shape him." "Ok, spread for me a touch Tim, and at least you won't have to stand here with everything hanging out anymore," said Veronica, kneeling in front of him now. Tim looked down past his cleavage, stretching his neck to see Veronica extend a piece of fabric attached to the front of the corset with her right hand and then took her left hand, grabbing his limp penis. "Easy," Yelped Tim as she pulled it between his legs and forced his testicles inside his body cavity. "It is a nice fit," said Veronica, rubbing her fingers across the front of his now flat crotch area after she fastened the little clasps between his legs, and he stood there all tucked away now. She opened a small package, rolling some hose up in her fingers and then guided it up his left leg. She snapped the little elastic on his upper thigh and then attached the straps of each garter to the thigh high fish net and then to the corset. She repeated it on the other side, as Katrina returned with a series of shoe boxes. "Let's finish his shape first, and then we'll see about the footwear," Said Katrina, inspecting him. "Walk over here and lean forward and hold the back of the couch." Tim nervously walked ten feet, feeling the weird sensation of the fish nets on his feet. He stood behind the couch and then leaned forward, following instructions. "Breath in as far as you can, and hold it until I tell you," said Katrina as he felt her tightening the corset on his back before finally exhaling. "You can do better than that," said Veronica, comforting him as Katrina was really pulling on the laces now as he held the couch tightly. "It's too tight," whined Tim as they finally stopped tugging. "Ok honey, that looks very nice. You'll get used to it. We all do," said Katrina, as she was trimming the laces and tying them. "Let go of the couch before you break a nail and we have a real problem." "Home stretch," said Veronica, holding out a skirt and he stepped into it. She then slipped a little jacket over his left arm and helped him on with the right. She now removed the clip from his hair and let it down on his back. She walked behind him now, holding a wide toothed brush and her flat iron as he felt the tension on his head as she pulled at it. While Veronica worked on his hair, Katrina opened a package of bracelets, sliding them over his right wrist and then proceeded to slide ring after ring on his fingers. He stood there realizing he was almost ready as Veronica came in front of him now, doing some trimming as he oddly watched both brown and blonde clumps of hair hitting the floor. He felt a pinch on each now and the obvious weight as Katrina continued accessorizing him, and then something stiff around his neck. "I think the red," said Katrina, stepping back as they admired their work. "Oh yeah," said Veronica. "He'll be so hot in those." "Chin up, and hold my shoulder Tim," said Katrina, getting on one knee in front of him. Veronica opened a large box as he heard a long unzipping sound as he felt Katrina lift his foot. He knew she was positioning it in a high heel, and before he knew it, he held her shoulder tightly being completely off balance as one foot was tremendously higher than the other. Veronica now helped steady him as the other foot was being raised and positioned as he was extremely uncomfortable feeling the zippers move up the back of his legs. "You are good at making some sexy night walkers, Katrina," said Veronica as Tim gagged as he was being dosed in a very heavy perfume now. "Walk very slowly dear, towards me," said Katrina as Tim looked down, shaking, as he attempted a little step. "I can't walk in these!" said Tim, looking down at his red shiny shoes. "Look up dear," said Katrina, pulling open a curtain and revealing a three sided mirror. "I'm sure you'll manage." Tim stood there shaking, getting the full view of his new looks. On his feet he had on shiny red thigh high boots with an ultra thin, 5 inch spiked heel. The boots folded over in a little cut mid-thigh, exposing his black fish net stockings, which were attached to a slightly exposed garter strap below his tight, micro-mini black leather skirt which barely covered his ass. His waist had been cinched in by what must have been six or eight inches by his black leather bustier style corset, which was held in place by some two inch shoulder straps. The cups of the bustier were outlined in some silver studs, and pushed firmly at his chest, showing his fleshy cleavage which was on full display, as his fake boobs were carefully tucked in under the bustier and used to push out his loose breast tissue. Around his neck was a matching black leather choker with matching silver studs, and his back was partially covered with a little black leather bolero jacket, which had ? sleeves. "Holy shit, ladies," said Tim as he edged closer to the mirror, in awe of himself. His bracelets rattled as he lifted his right hand, slightly sweeping his hair as it partially inhibited his vision as he swayed. He slid his long dark red nails though his locks, amazed at his new look as he stared at himself. His hair had been parted right down the middle, and arranged in a long, straight style. In front it was in very long layers, the first of which began around his breast area, and then was tapered inward, ending down at his waist. It was platinum blond in front, with the exception of his dark roots, very visible in the middle part, and then was two toned in the back as he had distinct chocolate brown layers beneath the platinum, which ended only two inches above his ass. On his ears, they had clipped some huge silver hoops, which almost touched his shoulders and peeked from under his hair, and on his right wrist, he had on at least two dozen thin, silver bangles. Silver and black rings were on most of his fingers, as beneath his long square tipped nails, but he couldn't stop touching his face now. His lashes were unmistakable! Super extended beyond any everyday woman's, and yet still looked so lush, thick, and dark. He was sick to his stomach, realizing the high arched thin line represented what little was left of his actual brow, making the lashes appear even longer, as they didn't even come close to reaching the brow line when his eyes were fully open. It was probably also all the cream colored eye glitter, combined with charcoal shadows that framed his outer lids or even the thick black liner, which fanned out, making Cleopatra look natural, as he continued batting his lashes, distracting him. As he blinked, he picked up on the bright blue line on top of his already thick eyeliner, drawing attention to his eyes, but it was nothing compared to his overdone lips and big rosy cheeks. He poked his tongue from his mouth, which did nothing to affect the incredible deep red apple like finish of his plumped up lips. The shine was amazing, sparkling everywhere as they had used all their cosmetics genius to extend the outline of his natural lips, and somehow combine both color and an ultra-shine. "It's mostly water proof, and long wear, so don't worry about having to fix it too much," said Veronica, shoving a few things in a black leather studded purse as she placed the strap over his shoulder. "Fix what?" whined Tim, touching his cheek and tugging on a strand. "Why would I worry about fixing anything. I'm only worried about how I get any of this off! Will this come off in the shower, and what about my hair?"