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I'm sitting here in the food court at the Trafford Centre, a shopping mall near Manchester. I'm not going to tell you how I'm dressed or what I've done. Jo's told me I have to keep that as a surprise for a while. She's grinning while I'm typing this, occasionally spinning the screen..... "That's right. For the girl who suggested it. She might get a kick out of what I've had you do," she smiled. "That it was her suggestion chosen." So I'm typing this story quick because all the time......God.....people keep staring at me. It's so busy. Even if they are not, I think they are. Just sitting still means anybody can just stop and look for a while. Point and laugh. Nudge their friends and partners. Some teenage girls have been taking pictures with their cells until Jo waved them off with a laugh. So there may be typos. Incorrect formatting. No chapter headings, etc......I just want to get out of here! It's just not fair. Sometimes when you post on Fictionmania reviews come in nice and steadily, but for this. Why did you have to hit that target so quickly? Three days?!? I mean, look at 'This Is Me pt 4'. That hasn't even got a single review and that was hard work to write. I'm used to begging today, so how about somebody shows that story some love? Or not? Just a comment of some kind? I kept my promise to Jo of not looking at the reviews, but I watched over the few days as that number kept creeping up. Then on Friday........I waited all night to hear from Jo, jumped when my cell buzzed twice. Not her both times. Maybe she had just pranked me. That the idea of playing with me was the game. Just a little fun for old time's sake. Everything was going to be okay........ But the third time the cell buzzed it was Jo. "Did you see?" she asked. "I couldn't believe it when I checked before going to bed." I remained silent for a moment, deciding how to play it. Settled on nonchalance. "No. I hadn't noticed." Hadn't noticed? I'd been sweating more and more each day. Each hour. "Well, it's done now. Can you talk?" I was in bed. My wife alseep next to me. I kissed her cheek softly and she stirred for a moment. "Do we have to do this?" I asked. "You promised. You were all cocky and-" "I didn't think we'd get that many comments. What did they say?" I asked. "I might share one or two soon, but a girl's got to have secrets," Jo teased. Just her voice was turning me on and I found my hand on my stiffening penis. I tried to think of my wife, but I couldn't shake the sexual feelings I had for Jo and the way she used to treat me. "When's your next day off?" "Monday. How about I just meet you at your place? I'll let you dress me and-" "No, way, Missy." "But-" "You said you would complete a suggetion from your readers. I've had a few to choose from. I'll save the rest for next time along with any new ones that are-" "Next time?" I gasped. "Remember.......'and so on'......." My stomach turned. She was really going to do this. And my hard penis told me I was, too. ********************************************** "Jo, I'll write thios later. Just let's get going," I begged at the food court, not for the first time. "Not so fast, Missy," she told me. "Remember what you promised to write......." "A story about today. What you've done to me.......What one of my readers suggested you do to me." "No, no," she said, wagging her finger. "I said you'd present another story from our glory days, years ago, and then you'd write about today." "Come on, Jo," I almost cried. "That could take ages." "I hope you tyoe fast then," she grinned. "Also, I have this from your readers." She rummaged in her handbag and revealed the same print out she had read from earlier today. "This is from Lauren Nicole.......Kirsten, you wrote this is autobiographical. Is all of this true? Mostly true? Kinda true? Jo is something else. There definitely are awesome girls like Jo out there but she is as good as it gets." Jo had a little giggle. "Thanks, Lauren. Now, before you start your story, let's clear that up. I've looked into that website a little and it says true stories can have elements of fiction, so what do you have to say to Lauren?" "Please, look.......Will you just let me write the story. Every second there's somebody new looking at me and getting a laugh." "Then answer the question and I'll let you alone for a while," Jo told me. "Besides, a lot of this is just paranoia. Not everybody is noticing you. Just, maybe, about eighty percent." This is too much, I thought. Okay, for Lauren: most of it was true. Did I bump into Jo a day or so ago? Yes. Is she playing this game with me? Yes.......Although she has agreed to be careful and vigilant for the sake of my marriage. "For now," Jo interjected, reading over my shoulder, then stopping to chat with one of the ladies cleaning the tables during the busy time. I heard: "No, definitely not. He's not my boyfriend......He wants to be a woman so I'm just giving him a taste......." "Jo!" I gasped quietly. My hands are trembling as I type. This is scary. Did Jo and I work at McDonalds together? Yes, and then, like now, she's always had me wrapped around her little finger. We occasionally made out. Again, she was gorgeous then like she still is now. Just one of those women that know how to work a man. Jo laughed at what I'd typed. A man.........Ha, ha. Did I ever wear the skirts in that stockroom up in the manager's office? God, yes. Did Jo catch me up there? Yes. The very first time I thought I would be brave enough to slip one on. I shit myself when she opened the door and then she made me dress for her. I was so horny, I'd have done anything. I put on her bra and panties and one of the blouses to go with the skirt just like she told me to. Did we have sex? Jo laughed again. No........And I want to quickly clarify for the record I didn't suck my bosses dick either. "Would you have done it?" Jo asked. Perhaps more to the point: "Will you if we go for some more suggestions?" I wasn't sure........"I don't know. We can stop this after today. Can't we?" Jo ignored my plea. "So, we didn't have sex, and you didn't give your boss a blow job. Something must have happened," she mused. "I wonder what it was." "I don't want to talk about it." "I don't mind your fantasies. I'm sure your readers enjoy them. But if you've lied to your readers they have a right to know the truth," she told me. "Write it. You know, I think we will do this little reveal about truth and fiction each time." "Stop saying things like that," I cried out. "Like what?" "Each time........Next time......Whatever you said. Can't we just go now, please? You've had your laughs." "What happened up in that office the day you wore the skirt for the first time?" Back in that office, years ago, Jo had made me hike up my skirt and drop the panties she had told me to wear. God, I loved those panties. She never asked for them back and I used to wear them all the time. "Stop stalling," Jo told me. "I ws hard. But my erection-" "I laughed my ass off, it was so small. And you thought my pussy would entertain something so little," Jo chastised, and I felt myself getting aroused. Truth was I'd been hard most of the day. So once she saw it, laughing at my size, Jo had made me put the panties back on because she said I wasn't a man and I should only wear pretty panties and....... "God, Kirsten. The more you keep stopping the longer you'll be here." Jo made me masturbate but like a woman so all I could do was rub my small cock and- Jo laughed. "Really? What did I call it back then?" Okay, okay. My small clit and I had to tell her some of my biggest fantasies. It wasn't long before I came in the panties and then like I said in the story she made me dress in the skirt and blouse for the day, telling everybody it was for charity. "It was about half a minute," Jo said. "But even in such a short time you gave me so many ideas. And we did a lot of them, didn't we?" "Yes," I whispered, trying to keep my head down as a young couple brushed by our table, blushing and shrinking into the seat. "Now," Jo said, "before we get to what you've been up to today, why don't you tell your readers about the shift when you worked late as- " "No way," I said, knowing exactly what night she was talking about. It was a stand-out because of what I'd had to wear in work. At risk of discovery. "Not a chance. Nobody ever knew about that night and I'm not about to admit it now." Jo sipped at her drink. "I can sit here all night." I looked at my watch. It was late afternoon, pushing into the evening. And still people were coming and going. I noticed a slight shift in wardrobe as more were arriving for night-time entertainment now. Some of the women looked so hot, and here I was looking like "Not yet," Jo said. "Don't tell that secret just yet. But you will tell your readers about that particular night. Get moving, Missy. And then you can share what you've done today before we get out of here." ************************************************* Jesus, this was all going to take ages. No more introductions. Back in the time machine. About twenty years again. Back in Macs............ It was a closing shift. the store shut at eleven, and we could usually be out around 1am, sometimes a lot quicker depending how much work was done before we locked the doors for the night. That night, with a lot of the dive done, we were looking at breaking out just after midnight. But then Jo came out of the downstairs office where she was cashing up the registers........... Her hair was up, but loose. She'd obviously freshened up her make- up. She was wearing that skirt I used to love so much, and the blouse. The pretty bow. "We need to save labor," she said. "Who wants to get out early?" We all raised our hands. Bad news for some; good for the lucky, chosen ones. "Chris, you hang back," Jo said. "Everybody else get out of here. Go. Before I change my mind." "Loser," one of them said, as they scarpered for their belongings. Jo let them out and when she came back I looked at her. I was on the floor, putting ajax powder on the stainless steel doors. Hoping we were going to make out, I stood. "I'll finish cashing up and then supervise you until you are done cleaning." "Supervise? If you don't help it will be another hour or so." "You best get busy then," she said. I took a couple of fidgety steps. "Jo......" "We're alone. Do you want to dress up while we finish?" she asked. I nodded. "Ask me then?" she said. I blushed a little. "Can I put on a skirt while we finish?" I was desperate. I hadn't worn one for weeks and odd occasions like this, usually under Jo's instruction, were the only chances I had to dress up. "Beg," she told me, knowing full well opportunities like these were all I had. I tried to hold out and she went to do her registers. Before she had even finished one I was knocking on the door. "Please, Jo. Let me wear a skirt. I'll do anything for you if you give me that. Nobody will know and-" "No," Jo said bluntly. Huh? That wasn't what was supposed to happen. "Come on, Jo. That's-" "Those skirts are for managers. You're nothing more than.......a cleaner right now. You should wear something more appropriate." She reached under her desk and revealed.......an Anne Summers bag! Oh, Jesus, I thought, starting to panic. What the hell was she going to have me wear? She handed it me. "Go change upstairs. Clean the staffroom and then finish off down here so I can watch you work." Upstairs, in the bag, I found a sexy maid's outfit and a pair of stockings. A matching set of lingerie. The lingerie I could wear and I quickly put it on, but the maid's uniform? I remember my whole body quaking as I put it on, the skirt billowing out, the top a tight fit over my bra. I fastened the lacy apron and put on the frilly collar and little white hat. It looked like I was loaded upstairs. I'd never worn anything like this. I felt so good, wishing I had high heels to complete the look. I quickly cleaned the tables, and brushed and mopped the floor, eager to show Jo how I looked and then, while changing the toilet rolls in the ladies locker room I spotted- Ruth's purse! Oh, Jesus. What if she comes back? I had to get changed, but then Jo would be pissed. Oh, God........Jo had been reasonable over the last few months, keeping my secret so long as I played for her occasionally. Truth was, it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. But what if Ruth saw me dressed like this? I ran downstairs, almost tripping twice. And I almost burst into the kitchen, but then stopped. What if Ruth was in there? I peeked inside before entering, breathing a deep sigh of relief. All clear. Jo was sat on a counter, doing her nails. Her smooth, gorgeous legs dangling down. She smiled. "Good girl. Maid Kirsten, please start here" she said, indicating the ajax covered doors near her feet. "Jo, look," I said. "It's Ruth's purse. She'll come back. I have to get changed." "I don't think so," she told me. "But-" "You could have changed already. But you came down here dressed like that, knowing she might already be here. Do you want to be seen?" "No," I blurted. "Please, Jo. Let me-" "I think maybe a part of you likes to be seen. Should we play outside one day? "Don't make me go outside," I begged. Jesus. What if she sent me out now? Dressed like this? (So much for not playing outside............) "Start here," she repeated. "Jo........" I almost cried. "What if Ruth comes back? What if she sees me?" "Lift your skirt," Jo instructed. I did as I was told and she smiled at the stain my pre-cum was creating on my panties. "Do you want to change? Really? Or do you like your new present so much you can't take it off?" "Jo........" I said, but dropped to my knees. "I love my uniform." I took my time on those first few doors, the ones near her feet, enjoying her aroma and heat as I stole glances up her skirt. "Pervert," she said. "You know Ruth has her own keys. You might not even hear her coming." I looked around fearfully. "God, you're so funny, Maid Kirsten. Get cleaning and-" Keys suddenly rattled in the front doors. I froze. I didn't know what to do. Could hear jogging footfalls coming fast across the lobby. Jesus, I was going to be caught! I tried to hide, cowering behind a toaster stand, the bun pallets on the rack beneath it barely providing cover. My heart was pounding as Jo jumped down and scooped up the purse. Ruth was getting closer.......near the front counter now......about to enter- Jo headed her off. "Forget something, Sweetie," she said, holding up the purse, leading her back to the other side of Wrap and Call (where the burgers used to slide over from the kitchen to the guys on the front serving). I almsot collapsed. "Where's Chris?" Ruth asked. "I thought you'd be finished by now." "Dragging his feet," Jo said, and then raised her voice slightly: "He'd better be finishing the ajax now, though." She couldn't be serious. But she knew exactly what was done so far. I moved quietly from my hiding place and started to polish the stainless steel counters and doors, trying to judge where they were on the front. "Need a hand?" Ruth offered. I froze again. Please say no, please say no, I thought. "I think upstairs needs doing," Jo said. What was she doing? My heart was flipping out, my hands shaking. "On it for you," Ruth said, and thankfully she took the staff entrance from the lobby rather than coming through the kitchen. Jo came into the kitchen for a second, laughing cruelly. "Jo, what the fuck?" I exclaimed. "Oh, I bet that little clit of yours is loving it," she said. I couldn't help but grin, aware of the pre-cum oozing out of me. When Ruth returned a minute later I carried on working as Jo escorted her out. "Catch up tomorrow, Sweetie." Jo returned from the front door and found me still at it. "Somebody can finish it in the morning," she said. I stood and we made out like kids for a few minutes. Even though I was hard as a rock, I'm sure she could barely feel me. I didn't have a cock........Just a small clit. I made no attempt to enter her, even though I knew she would be wet and moist, her vagina waiting for company, because I knew I couldn't satisfy her. Not in that way. She stood back. "Play with yourself," she told me. "Tease that little clittie of yours." My hand felt up the skirt of my uniform, pulling it out of the way, so she could see my dampness. "Remember......Like a woman......" She moved her own fingers up inside her skirt and started to moan as she watched me. "Talk to me, you sissy bitch," she demanded. "Tell me what you would do for me, Maid Kirsten." I wanted to tell her I would love her.........What's wrong with that? I was a kid, enthralled and lost in a passionate, kinky game I had no real control of. I wanted to tell her I could really staisfy and pleasure her if she only gave me a chance. That I'd fuck her so hard she'd be numb when I was done......... But instead, I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth: "I'd do your ironing, vacuum your apartment.......I'd be a good maid. I'd dress like this and do anything you asked." I moaned as I rubbed myself, just like a woman as she had instructed. No entertaining my small shaft. Fingers applying pressure and massaging as she had taught me......... "I'd hang your laundry even if it was outside......." Jo moaned, her fingers expert in familiar, explored terrain. God, how I longed to be there, but instead my own fingers were rubbing, rubbing, the pressure intense........God, no....... "I'd do your dishes and hand wash your panties and bras and.......and........" I cried out, a loud, girlish squeal. I started to cum all over myself and- ************************************** "And you did, didn't you?" she asked now, in the Trafford Centre. At my silence, she added: "Tell me." "Yes," I said, humiliated. "You often used me as your maid. Just don't make me talk about that because-" "Look, we've got to save some secrets. That was a great night, though. We had some adventures in that place. You're wet right now, aren't you?" she asked. "I am not," I lied. Jesus, my panties were so damp with pre-cum. "It's been an hour just sitting here in this. Can we get out of here now? Please........" At least the food court was less busy now. I had been engrossed in the writing and didn't really pick up on anybody laughing at me. Maybe that was a good thing. "Part two, then," Jo said. "Part two?" "Yes. You've told the story from back in the day. Now tell your readers what I made you do earlier today." ********************************************** I'm never going to get out of here. Jo called this morning, my day off, gloating about the results that had mortifed me and told me I had to meet her out here. I could wear jeans and a shirt --- cool --- but I had to wear a bra and panties with a matching suspender belt and stockings. That wasn't so bad and nothing I couldn't handle. At least she wasn't going too overboard. When I met her I drank a juice to help settle my nerves and she told me to stop being so jittery as she sipped her coffee. I hadn't noticed the bag under our table until she nudged it to my legs. "Time you got changed then," she said. I literally stopped mid-drink. "I thought I-" "Look, since you're here we might as well have a little fun." "But I'm wearing the lingerie you asked for. That's got to be enough to satisfy my readers," I argued. Thanks again, folks. Here I am, a puppet for you and Jo. Great. "They actually wanted a lot more from you, sissy," she said. "I'm not sure if some of them really thought this was going to happen." I could feel tears in my eyes and hated for a second my personal nature that made me enjoy the things I did. I couldn't fight Jo.......I couldn't fight desires that had manifested themselves in me since childhood. I peeked in the bag. "Jo, please don't....." She smiled. "I can't wear this. Not looking how I am. Not even attempting to pass." "Go on," she urged softly. "Everything will be okay for good girls who do as they're told." I reluctantly picked up the bag. "But where am I supposed to-?" She pointed to the restroom area near Pizza Hut. "Jesus, Jo. Which one? I walk in the ladies dressed like a man, or come out of the men's dressed like a woman. This isn't fair." "Run along, girly. Before I think of ways to make this day worse for you." I went to the restroom area and, probably looking like a fool standing their deciding, finally made my choice. ***************************************** I ran out of the men's room as fast as I could after changing in a cubicle. A few probably even thought a woman was in there with them. I was a blur. But some definitely saw, because I heard- "Holy shit! Look at that guy!" But I wasn't waiting around to put on a show. I got into the food court and told myself to just keep walking. Get to Jo and see if I could change back again now I was out for all to see. But- Jo wasn't in her seat. What the fuck? The staring and laughing and pointing was beginning and Jo.........Where the hell was she? I spun around and- Spotted her laughing. Right near Pizza Hut. I had ran straight by her. I headed over. Slower now. Accepting the people around me would laugh, even though I would never get used to it. When I reached her, I asked: "Come on. You've had your kicks. Can I get changed now?" "In a while," she said. "How long?" She started to lead me out of the food court. I was wearing a skirt and blouse that seemed vaguely familiar. I just couldn't place it. My lingerie and stockings. My sneakers........God, she could have at least told me to wear heels so I didn't stand out so much. My face and hair plain. "Your legs are gorgeous," Jo commented. "You keep them shaved all the time?" "Yes," I nodded, shuffling along, head down, hearing the occasional....... "That's a man..........." "Look at her..........." Some didn't notice. But when you're there, in the clothes, it's like a fucking spotlight is shining down on you, tracking your every move. And then: "Dude, looks like a lady!" in a loud, sing-song voice. Jo didn't miss a beat, laughing and high fiving the man as he passed by. "Here we are," Jo said. I looked around, barely glancing up. We were outside Boots, a cosmetics and kind-of department store. Not clothes. Okay, maybe I just had to shop for a few girlie essentials. "And this is it?" I asked. "Yes." "After this I can go home," I suggested hopefully. "Yes. After another stop at the food court to write your story." People we're looking at me constantly as they passed, as if cross- dressing wasn't a part of society. I wanted to cry out: "I'm not an alien!" "Okay, let's go," I said, heading for the main doors, but Jo caught my hand. "First, I want you to really look at your skirt......" I stared down and then had to laugh. That was good. The skirt and blouse were the current ones worn by McDonalds managers. I knew I recognised it. Not as good as the old ones, but that little bit sexier now I realised what it was. Lost in my thoughts, I was immune from the stares and glares. "Do you like it?" "How did you get it?" I whispered. "I've still got a few contacts in the company. It was pretty easy, but we have to get it back later. I just wanted to ease you into what's happening before we escalate it and move out of your comfort zone." Escalate it? Comfort zone? What the hell was comfortable about being paraded around in women's clothing? "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, we messed around a lot more than at McDonalds. Don't you think your readers want to hear different stories from those?" "No," I said weakly, hopefully......... "And you've always had a thing for uniforms. I mean, look at that flight attendant story you wrote for that site. I didn't know you were so hard for dress codes." "I can't help it," I said pathetically. "And, lastly, your readers. I'm sure they'll have more ideas. So yes, I mean escalate." Jo rummaged in her handbag, and pulled out a printout. "We did a little Q and A earlier, but now I want you to listen to this......Just one among many so thank your readers and tell them to please keep the suggestions coming." "Jo, I'm not going to do that. You've had your fun. After today I'm through." "Kirsten, when you came out of the toilet I was snapping away. I've taken some discrete shots now. You look just like a sissy girl out shopping. Support or not, I don't think your wife will be happy at your behaviour with another woman." "Jo, what the hell? This was supposed to be-" "-fun. It is. Now........" It took me a minute. "Thanks to all my readers for your feedback and your suggestions," I swallowed. How could I let Fictionmania bite me on the ass like this? "Please keep them coming." But be reasonable, okay? Fantasy is fun, but what if you were out here doing this? And whatever else might be next? God, just please don't- "Just keep telling them what happened," Jo said, spinning the netbook out of my hands for a moment in the food court. "You took a print-out and read to me........" Outside Boots, Jo smiled, and considered the print-out. "This is from Lise. Great story," Jo read, "mmmm what could Jo do to you.... it could be fun seeing her take you out in your new McD uniform for a full makeover at a cosmetic shop.......Then there's a little smily, wink." "Jo, please don't. I'm wearing the skirt-" "And now you'll have the make-over." ********************************* I didn't understand why we were not starting. Jo just kept escorting me around the different make-up counters, the air strong with various perfumes. "Can we get it over with?" I begged, face redder than any make-up. "I'm not just going to force a sissy like you on any woman. Let's just wait until-" "I spotted you walking around," an attractive woman in her thirties said. "Does your friend need any help?" She looked at me and my eyes finally met hers. "Don't worry, Sweetheart," she said. "I can help make you into a pretty woman." Jo smiled. "Wouldn't that be great?" she said to me cheerfully, switching up her role slightly. I nodded and then: "Yes. Please. I'd like to look pretty." Jo giggled and the woman smiled. "Sorry," Jo said, "it's just hard when he talks like that." I was led to the Max Factor counter as the woman said: "I'm sure you'll get used to it if this is a long-term or permanent thing." "O, it's definitely long-term," Jo said, and my fingers started to tremble. "You're a good friend for helping her," the woman said, patting her chair. "Jump up, Honey." I did as I was told, all thoughts of protest gone. This was happening --- thanks to Lise --- and I was stuck with it and this game because of Jo and my need to dress and be embarrassed. "You said her?" Jo mused. "This is just to cleanse your skin," the woman said, giving my face a wipe. "Yes. I've helped a couple of transgenders before. I don't know your story, but they like to use the proper pronoun." "I think she'd love that," Jo said, slipping into some kind of innocent role. "Why don't you tell the lady your name?" I glanced at Jo, who gave me a discrete wink. "Kirsten," I whispered, aware a few people were noticing the man about to get a make-over. The man wearing a skirt and blouse. I willed them to keep walking in my mind, and most did. But a few stopped to watch. "I didn't catch that," the woman said. She finished wiping and rifled through a few drawers for various products. "You have nice skin." "Thank you. I said, my name is Kirsten." "Well, it's nice to meet you, Kirsten. Thanks for visiting. Isn't your friend so nice for helping you?" I nodded. A real gem. "Okay. We're going to start with foundation. I'm just testing a few on you first......There. That's the one. Have you worn make-up before?" Jesus, how could this be happening? I could feel myself getting hard at her delicate touch. "Yes-no. Not really. I've tried, but-" "That's okay. Relax. Now, you want full coverage, but not too thick or you'll look like a painted lady. And always use a brush. Some women use a finger, but a brush is much better." After a minute she said, "There. Take a look." She held up a mirror. She had blended the foundation expertly. I couldn't even see where the make-up started. "Now, then. Let's try a little blush. Not that you need much colour in those cheeks," she smiled. The brush almost tickled me, her touch so soft. Almost personal. "Just highlight your cheekbones a little......That's good. Not too much. You don't want to look like a clown." I was becoming engrossed, watching her red, glistening lips and dismissing anybody who stopped to watch or snigger. It was actually quite interesting and I was trying to remember everything I was learning. "Sorry, I'm working a little faster because I'm aware people are stopping to look now and then," she said. "That's okay," Jo told her. "Take your time." I cursed inwardly. "What do you think we should do with your eyes? Your eye shadow?" the woman asked me. "I don't know......Maybe something to match the colour of my eyes," I suggested. Just get on with it. "Try to think about your clothes. A real woman will.......Sorry, I didn't mean.......Do you see yourself as a real woman?" That one got a smile from Jo while she watched. I knew what she wanted to hear. "Yes," I whispered. "I see myself as a real woman." "That's precious," the beautician said. "You have to think about co- ordinating your whole appearance. So your eye shadow will more often than not match your clothes, or your accessories." As she was talking she expertly brushed and smudged and blended around my eyes. "I'm using two colours. You should really use a transition colour as well to help create a nice blend. Look how were doing," she said. "You really do have a pretty face." God, I wish she wouldn't say things like that, I thought as I considered her work. My penis was starting to dribble pre-cum in my panties. "See how it moves from light to dark?" she asked. "Yes. Great. Thank you. You've been really-" "Don't be silly," she said. "We've still got mascara and your lips yet. And, really. We've barely scratched the surface. I am missing some steps out so you can just learn the basics for now. Once you get good at them we'll try other things like concealer." Get good? Try other things? "While I'm thinking about it," she said, handing a card to Jo. "In case you want me to help Kirsten with any private lessons." "Thanks," Jo said, dropping her card into her handbag. "That is so kind of you." "You're welcome. Now then, Kirsten. Mascara." I felt the brush close to my eyes. Kept trying to close them and turn away instinctively. Jo slapped my knee and I felt more pre-cum slip out in a sudden spurt. God, I was getting close. "Stop fidgeting," Jo chastised, sensing my tense panic. "Don't be a naughty girl." I sat still as the brush probed near my eyes. "Thanks," the woman said, a little apprehensive of my telling off. "You really know how to keep her in line." I hated and loved the way they were talking at the same time. "She's had a few lessons over the years." "This is for fuller, longer lashes. It's also water-proof so there's no worry about washing your face or crying or anything like that," the woman explained. Then to Jo: "Lessons?" "Yes. I helped her for a long time when she was younger. We bumped into each other and decided to pick up where we left off," Jo hesitated. "She's a bit more high maintenance than she used to be. But I've also got a few friends online helping me." "You're a lucky woman, Kirsten," the beautician said as she ran lipstick around my mouth. "Just pout a little, Honey." I did as I was told. "Now for some lip gloss to finish." I almost bolted out of my seat. "Sit still," Jo said, raising her hand. "May I?" the beautician asked. Jo grinned and nodded. "Of course." The woman giggled as her hand came down. A sharp strike on my thigh. "Sit still, Miss, or we'll never get done." A few minutes later, after smoothly applying lip gloss, she held up a mirror and - I gasped. I looked so pretty. I barely recognised my face. But, even though the make-up wasn't too obvious, I tried to kid myself, the lip gloss......Jesus, it was shiny. Especially in the cold lights of the store. And so it would be for the rest of the mall, I thought dismally. "Now then, I've written down the products we've used today. What you should do next is practise with your friend," she said, and then looked at Jo. "I don't know why I'm talking to her. It's rather obvious you are in charge here." My penis bucked again. I wanted to scream. My orgasm wasn't far off, and this time I felt a trickle of cum leaking out. "If you could put us together a package of all you've used today," Jo asked, "and I'll be in touch about those private lessons." She nodded. "I think you should. I can help her better then, and see how good she does at applying make-up herself. Plus, she'll know, there's so much we didn't cover." It was like I was not even there. The woman had me step down. There were only a few people milling around. Thank God. "I've enjoyed meeting you, Kirsten," she told me, offering her hand. Her nails were beautiful. "You, too," I said, looking anxiously at Jo. "Okay. You've been a good girl. Let's get your make-up paid for and go." ************************************************ That was an hour or so back now. "Don't call her," I said, finishing my story. "Please." "You said you liked the experience, that you enjoyed meeting her." "But, Jo-" "But Jo, this.......But Jo, that......" she mimicked, as a woman wearing the same clothes as me approached. She stopped and burst into laughter. "Jo, what is this? When you said you wanted to use a uniform for a few hours, I didn't......I never......" "Thanks, Gina," Jo said, and looked at me. "Thank you for letting me use one of your skirts and blouses," I said obediently. "Well I need it back now," she said, snapping her fingers. "Quickly." I didn't even have time to think. I headed back to the men's room and endured my share of stares and heckling. It even continued when I was leaving because I still had the make-up on. "Catch up later," Jo said to her friend when I returned the skirt and blouse. I breathed the biggest sigh of relief in my life. It was over. "Can I go home now?" "In a moment. We just need to set the ground rules for your readers." "Ground rules? Jo, I'm not doing this again-" She held up her cell and cycled through several pictures. Me in the skirt and blouse. Walking through the mall. Sitting and having a make-over. "How about we at least give you a fighting chance this time?" Jo suggested, scanning her screen for a moment. "Looks like you are levelling out at twenty-four reviews for our first story. Should we higher the target?" I smiled. "Please. Yes, please." I secretly smiled. I'd never get more than that. "Okay. So nineteen it is," she told me. "What?" My secret smile vanished. "Eighteen." "Jo, you're going lower and that's not-" "Seventeen." "Okay, okay." "Fifteen it is, then," Jo smiled. "And you better not believe I'm going to stop playing with you just because a few of your readers don't bother to comment. They just won't hear about it." "Look, Jo. This was a fun game. But I think now you should delete those pictures from your cell phone and-" She laughed. It was a fairly reasonable request, but she wasn't entertaining it. "Please?" I asked. "Sorry, Kirsten. I missed you. I just didn't know how much until now." Even in the make-up, my face turned white. My penis........my little clit, I thought, that was all it was......continued to dribble even though I hadn't hit orgasm. Thank God. "Here are the ground rules," she explained. "I'll give you a fair chance. Fifteen reviews. But they must have a suggestion with them. If there is no suggestion, it won't count towards my total. From the new suggestions and the old ones, I will then choose what I am going to do next with you. And when we share it with your readers, you can also tell them another story from our past. But let's get out of McDonalds. You had a lot of fun as my maid, especially when I had guys around, and there was......" Defeated, I could only stare at the story I had only finished minutes ago. I wasn't even hearing what she said. "Now," she said, a final smack on my smooth thighs. "Submit this story to the site and get it posted. If you're lucky I'll be seeing you again in a little while."