Fred's Makeover

"Sit here and we will get started," Jane said leading Fred to a salon chair.

"This isn't going to hurt is it?" Fred asked.

Jane smirked, "Only emotionally." She began laying down the foundation.

"Do you treat all your clients like this?"

"Listen," Jane said looking him dead in the eye, "I offer a service and fro. What I can tell and from what your friend said, you are a bully who would bully most of my clients for who they are. I am not going to forgive you until you self reflect and realize that bullying people for who they are is not okay."

Fred shut up at that point. She was already getting started with more complex makeup tricks that he didn't want to disrupt, in case she decided to slice his throat with sheers.

Her hands delicately put false eyelashes on him. She started doing some work with a waxy like substance.

"What's that?" Fred asked.

"Oh it's a little material I use to help make your features seem more feminine, I use it sparingly because otherwise you'd end up looking a bit doll like, uncanny valley. It's the same type of material used by special effects artists on scifi shows. They are fine for one overnight, but if anything happens I'll give you a kit and instructions to reapply them."

She continued to mold small corrections onto his face. He felt as though his face was being painted, the makeup brushes sending pleasurable tingles down his skin.

She took a black elastic band and pulled it over his head and let it constrict slightly around his neck.

"There!" She said, "Just the face so far. The choker is a bit femboyish but otherwise I think you pass quite well."

"Are we done?"

"Far from it, I still have your hair and outfit to do which will take more time. But let's you see yourself in the mirror. What do you think?"