A TRANS Formation Chapter 19 The Erotic Makeup Lesson
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THE MAKEUP LESSON
The pings sounded almost simultaneously. Both Kris and I looked down
reflexively at our phones, then back up at one another. On the screen of
my laptop, I saw him lift an eyebrow. "You got that too, huh?"
I nodded. "Yeah - looks like a text from the Prof. Maybe seeing if we've
changed our minds?"
"I guess," said Kris. He frowned. "You haven't, have you? Changed your
mind, I mean."
I shook my head. "Nope. I still think it's a bit weird, inviting us to
go and have a private class to make up for the stuff we missed while we
were sick. I know the Prof said it wouldn't cost us anything, but still
..."
Kris gave a thin smile. "Yeah, I thought it was sweet at first,
especially with all that stuff about us being the most talented students
in the class. But, there was something, I don't know ..."
"Creepy?" I offered. Kris nodded. "Yeah, creepy is right. I mean going
round to his home, rather than just meeting in his office ..."
My friend's voice trailed off as he looked down at the message he'd just
received. "Hey, have you read this?" he asked.
"Just doing it," I said, opening the text on my phone. "It's a link, but
I'm not sure what it's to ... Doesn't look like a regular website."
"No," said Kris slowly. "Are we sure this is legit?"
"Dunno," I answered, then pursed my lips as I stared at the strange
message. "It's definitely from the Prof though, and I can't believe he'd
send us something that wasn't safe ... Tell you what, why don't I give
it a try, then let you know if it's okay?"
"Sure," said Kris, a look of relief on his face, as if I'd somehow
promised to lead the way into the haunted mansion. Which, I reflected,
is exactly what Professor Morrison's rambling old house looked like from
the outside, though neither of us had ever been inside to verify the
impression.
"Thanks Luke, catch you later, okay?" Kris' face disappeared as he broke
the connection. I stared at the blank screen for a minute, then opened
the browser on my battered laptop. If there was anything wrong with the
link the Prof had sent, I didn't want it screwing up my nice new phone.
I typed in the URL from the text message.
There was a brief pause, then a strange sequence of flashing lights,
with words that appeared and disappeared too fast to read. It was all a
little disorientating and I was glad when a video started playing. It
showed a round-faced young man, maybe about my age or a bit younger, who
was looking straight into the camera. I waited for him to say something,
but instead he held up a jar of some kind of cream, dipped his fingers
into it and started smearing it onto his face and neck. Some text ran
across the bottom of the screen, but I was too busy watching the lotion
being applied to take in what it said.
Another cream followed, and then some kind of powder. Lines were marked
out on the cheeks and temples, and then blurred with the aid of various
sponges. I watched in fascination as first the young man's complexion
was changed, then the very shape of his face. New contours appeared and
his features seemed to soften. Some of the creams seemed far too dark
when they were first applied, especially one which was almost a
terracotta colour. Yet as they were blended in they somehow made more
sense.
I had been watching raptly for at least twenty minutes when I belatedly
remembered my promise to Kris. I found it hard to drag my eyes from the
video, but managed to do so just long enough to type "All good" and hit
the send key, before returning my gaze to the screen.
By now the young man was applying eye shadow. As with the earlier
treatment, it was hard at first to understand the elaborate patterns to
the shading. But as some kind of pencil was run around the eyes, and a
heavy black substance (mascara?) was used to thicken the eyelashes, the
intent once again became apparent. I was stunned by how bigger the young
man's eyes now looked - and how glamorous and feminine he was becoming.
That impression was only heightened by the application of a delicate
pink shade of lipstick, not from a tube, but painted on with a brush -
and then only after the shape had carefully been drawn with another type
of pencil.
More powder was applied, then it was time to comb the youth's flowing
black hair - which was almost as long as mine - into bangs which framed
his painted face. A choker was added, then some sparkling pendant
earrings. And just like that, the figure smiling and pouting playfully
at the screen was no longer recognisable as a young man, but instead had
become a beautiful girl. I was utterly captivated.
But more was still to come. The camera pulled back to reveal that the
youth was wearing nothing but a pair of feminine looking panties, with a
bright polka dot pattern. I watched, entranced, as he (she?) put on a
matching bra, turning his/her back to the camera to show how the catches
were fastened. A small wad of tissues was added to each cup to fill them
out a little.
Next came a pair of black tights, with each leg carefully rolled up and
then pulled into place. The material - nylon? - was dark enough to hide
the light thatch of hair on the youth?s legs. A long-sleeved red dress
completed the cover-up of what had been a man?s body.
The girl - I now couldn?t think of her as anything else - stepped into a
pair of black high-heeled shoes and did a playful twirl for the camera.
She was so beautiful and so elegant! Easily a match for the pretty girls
at our college that Kris and I lusted over in private and dreamed of
asking out on a date ... only we never had the courage.
The last touch was the application of a pink polish to the girl?s
fingernails, with the camera zooming in to show how it was done. A final
pan out revealed the girl walking up and down while she waited for the
polish to dry, then sitting down and demurely crossing her sexy legs,
which the shortish skirt on her dress rode up to reveal. She smiled,
waved and blew a kiss at the camera. The screen faded to black.
I must have stared at it for fully five minutes, before putting the
video on loop and replaying it. This time I tried to pay attention to
the text at the bottom of the screen as well, though it was hard not to
concentrate on the slow but mesmerising transformation.
Lunchtime passed unheeded as I watched the video over and over again.
At some point I must have dozed off, because all of a sudden I was
blinking in confusion at the image in front of me, my eyes watering a
little and a sense of time having passed. I glanced out the window and
it did seem to be a little later in the day. I looked back to see where
the process was up to. Oh yes, just finishing off the eyes - and then
time for the lipstick. Once the choker and earrings had been added, it
was on to the clothes, and possibly my favourite part - seeing the black
nylon sliding up the legs and then clinging to them, giving them an
appeal that the bare flesh simply couldn?t match.
By now I knew the sequence so well that I almost didn?t have to think
about it. The dress, the heels, the nails, then a bit of a practice
walk, before sitting down again ...
I came out of my reverie as I heard the doorbell ring. I waited for
someone else to answer it, before recalling that the house was empty. My
sister went to college in another town, although she would be home for
vacation soon. My parents, meanwhile, were at work and wouldn?t be back
from their busy jobs for some hours yet.
Shaking my head, which felt unaccountably fuzzy, I muttered, ?You?re an
idiot, Luke,? to myself and got to my feet. Walking unsteadily to the
front door, I opened it to find a man in a dark suit. He gave me a
polite nod and said, ?Hi there! Your car?s ready whenever you are.? He
gestured towards a black sedan, which was parked just inside our
driveway.
?Um, car?? I repeated. I had no recollection of ordering a car,
especially given that I could usually rely on Kris to drive me anywhere
we needed to go.
The driver smiled at my evident confusion. ?I?m here to take you to
Professor Morrison?s house for your lesson. Don?t you remember??
I didn?t, but for some reason I didn?t want to admit that. ?Uh, sure,? I
said, feeling anything but. Closing the door behind me, I started to
follow the driver to the car, then stopped as a thought struck me.
?Won?t I need my books?? I asked, looking back at the house.
?Oh no,? said the driver, ushering me to the car and holding the back
door open. ?The professor said he has everything you?ll want.?
I hesitated briefly, but again didn?t want to argue the point. I
clambered into the car and strapped myself in. It said a lot for my
distracted state that the car was already pulling away down the leafy
street before I realised I was not the only passenger.
There was a girl sitting with me in the back seat. And a pretty one at
that.
For a moment we stared at one another, I opened my mouth to ask who she
was, but as so often the case with attractive young women, felt utterly
tongue-tied. I felt my cheeks go red with heat and looked away, though
not before noticing that she too was blushing furiously.
As the car made its way through the suburbs I snuck one or two glances
at my companion. She wore a sparkling black dress, which seemed vaguely
familiar. Where had I seen it before? I tried to recall, although I was
distracted by the exciting glimpse of black nylon and elegant silver
shoes below the hem of her skirt.
It wasn?t until we pulled up outside the Prof?s house that I made the
connection. I had seen Kris?s sister Anika wearing a dress just like it.
It had been while I was having dinner with my friend one time, and she
had popped in to say goodbye before heading out on a date. I vividly
remembered both how sexy she looked, and how bitterly I resented whoever
the lucky guy might be. I had always had a massive crush on Anika,
though I had never told Kris about that. It was one of the few secrets I
hadn?t shared with my best friend.
Now I thought about it though, the coincidence seemed to extend beyond
the dress. The girl in the car even looked like Anika, though it was
hard to be sure with the way she seemed to hide behind her fringe. She
certainly didn?t have Anika?s air of confident assurance. I was on the
verge of asking her if she knew my friend?s sister when she caught my
eye. We both blushed once again and looked away, just as my car door was
opened to let me out.
I slid myself rather awkwardly out of the vehicle and then waited as the
driver went round to the other side. He led the two of us up the gravel
doorway to the front door. For some reason, I had difficulty keeping my
footing, and my companion seemed to find it awkward too. It was quite a
relief when we arrived on the veranda. The driver used an old-fashioned
knocker to announce our arrival.
As I stood on the doorstep I glimpsed a reflection in a nearby window of
a tall young woman in a powder blue dress. I looked around, puzzled, but
couldn?t see anyone near me.
Before I could investigate further, the door opened and a familiar voice
said, ?Ah, Lucy, Christina, there you are. I?ve been so looking forward
to your visit. Come on in!?
Professor Morrison held the door open invitingly. He was an elderly man,
perhaps in his mid sixties, with wisps of grey hair framing an otherwise
bald pate. Although thin, his body seemed to have a wiry strength to it
and he carried himself with the grace of someone who had once been an
athlete of some sort. His face was set in a benign expression of
welcome. Yet there was a gleam of anticipation in his bright blue eyes
that was a little unsettling.
As my delectable companion - Christina, was that what he had called her?
- stepped past the professor and into a dimly lit hall, I hesitated.
?What?s the matter Lucy?? he inquired solicitously.
That was the second time he had somehow mispronounced my name, but I
decided to let it go. ?Um, I?m not sure I?m ready for a makeup lesson
right now, Professor,? I said, my voice trembling.
?Makeup lesson?? he responded lightly, his eyebrows arched in surprise.
?Oh my dear, you?ve had that already!? He looked me up and down with an
unmistakable air of appreciation. ?And very effective it seems to have
been too! But there?s so much more for you to learn ...?
He lifted a hand to forestall my feeble protests and then extended it to
me. Something in his manner said that it was not a request. Licking my
lips nervously, and only subliminally aware of their unfamiliar taste, I
allowed myself to be led inside.
As the door closed behind me, I heard the sound of the car departing.
Walking unsteadily behind the professor, my heels clicking loudly on the
wooden floorboards, the darkness of the mansion seemed to close around
me ...
Myra
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