Awakened

The first thing I see is a black, rectangular case a little bigger than a large pencil case. I pull it out and set it on my lap to open it. It wasn’t a pencil case at all but an all-in-one cosmetic bag stocked with a selection of makeup essentials. Lined up on both sides of the case was blush, powder, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and all the things I’d been shown how to use. It even came with its own mirror. Though it was hardly the full array of beauty products that Lily kept at her well stocked vanity it had enough for a girl to get her glow on. The palate of colors had been chosen perfectly to go with each other while being a match for my eyes, hair and complexion. This was not some off the shelf kit, real thought and care had gone into this collection. And there in the center was a handwritten card from Lily. It read: ‘Not for today but for those days when you’re home alone and Ellie wants to come out to play.’ This was my ‘starter set’ to just have fun with. ‘Booster packs’ might come later, for now this kit was enough to learn with and experiment.

I smile a big and bright smile as I read the card a few times, a mist of tears even blurring my vision as my ‘softness’ brought my real emotions to the surface. This was so thoughtful and wonderful. There was no pressure or expectation behind those words, just an invitation to continue down a path she had introduced me to. I would be using these things sometime soon when I had the time to do it properly. Today Ellie would be coming out au naturel. Slowly I close the kit and zip it up again before setting it beside the tote.

Opening the leather bag again I discover a layer of soft carnation pink cotton. I pull it out to find that it was super cute crop-top t shirt. With a giggle I lay it out on the bed and reach to pull out the next garment, which turned out to be a matching and equally cute pleated skirt that looked like it would go down no further than mid-thigh at best. With these two skimpy out the case was already nearly empty. I laugh as the next item is a pair of low rise panties of white lace. My smile grows as I see the teeny little pink bow at the front of the waist. Then comes a white padded bra that would accentuate Ellie’s flat bust with some naturalistic curves. At the bottom of the case were a pair of white knee-high socks and a pair of soft pink low-top ‘Chucks’. Looking over all this pink and white I find myself almost giddy to get into it. This outfit was pure femininity on steroids. Or…whatever the opposite of steroids was.

When I set the case down to peruse the outfit I notice something still rattling around inside the tote. Reaching in I find a small jewelry box. Inside was the same slender silver necklace and silver butterfly pendant from girl’s night. Only now does the significance of the imagery strike me and the duality of my relationship with Lily reveal itself. Lily loved me as Elliot, though it was more like sister-like than the passion of a lover. To her Elliot was a lovable caterpillar. Ellie was the beautiful butterfly. And the pupal stage between them were these clothes, the makeup, and the change in voice and mannerisms. I don’t know why, but I liked that.

With some wipes and tissues I clean myself up a bit then begin to dress. I start with the panties, my motions already changing toward the feminine as I pull the soft lace up my legs then make it snug around my crotch and booty. Again I giggle, this time as Ellie, as I once more feel that wonderfully sexy snugness that only a pair of panties can give. I slip into the skirt, ensuring the waist sat just right before smoothing out the pink pleats. Then I pull on the bra to discover it was just my size. After a bit of contortions trying to get it fastened I soon figure it out. Adjusting my padded titties the bra sits just right across my chest. Next comes the t shirt which was skin tight but not too tight.

Sitting back down on the bed I bring my toe to an elegant point then pull on one stocking and then the other. The sneakers, brand new, were just my size. I suspected Lily or Bri must have snuck a peak at my shoes when I wasn’t looking. I tease my drying hair a bit to give it some tousled body then at last I slip the fine silver chain around my neck. The butterfly had emerged.

Standing at the corner of the bed I find my phone and with the selfie camera check myself out. The moment I see myself I burst into a titter. I looked AMAZING! Sexy, sassy, with a dash of slutty I looked every inch the blissfully ditzy bimbo that I felt like I was. Had I been ‘sober’ I would have felt a bit self-conscious but with three loads of lady cum inside of me I was feeling WAY too good not to simply embrace my girl side with both arms. With ‘Dancing Queen’ just audible coming through the door from the main area where my ladies were chatting I cannot hold back from shaking a booty. As I’d discovered on girl’s night, Ellie was a far better dancer than Elliot ever was.

It wasn’t long before a knock comes to the door. Before I could say anything the door cracks open and Lily peeks inside to see how I was doing. Her face lights up as she sees me dancing in the center of the room. Not missing a beat I beckon her to enter with a cheeky come hither curl of my finger.

Lily slips in, closes the door behind her and joins into the disco fun. “I was wondering what all that giggling was about. My Ellie-girl started the party without me.”

With a laugh take her hands while we boogie, my voice instinctively soft and high now. “Thank you for the clothes and makeup.”

“Anything for my baby girl.” Lily shifts closer, her arms resting around my gyrating hips. “Mom won’t ask about the case. Don’t ask, don’t tell rules.”

“Okay.” I press into her soft, curvaceous body, letting her lead as I gazed into her with a promise of a good time glimmering in my blue eyes. “Outfit is cute. Super cute.”

She chuckles, teasing at my hair. “Thought we might try a bit of sportif ‘Barbie’ this time to see if you liked it. Figured you’d be in the mood for it.”

“I do like it!” Then, with a cutesy pouty cutie face I mewl. “But next time I want pigtails. Blond pigtails. Pleeeease?”

Throwing her head back with a laugh at my sugar baby antics she says. “Oh God! What have I created?”

“He he he!” I kiss her. “Not created. Awakened!”

“Atta girl!” Grabbing me she yanks me tight into her, our breasts and cocks mashing together as we swayed. “Now shut up and dance, pretty girl.”

“He he he!”