Makeover

Lily sits in the chair to my left while Bri settles onto the stool to my right, all three of us staring into the mirror. While they were studying my features I am glancing back and forth between their beautiful faces. In with sparkling blue eyes, a pixie cut and a fae palate of faintly glittering blues and greens Briana looked like she had stepped straight out of a fairy tale that featured a tomboy turned princess. With soft pink and peaches accentuating the stunning natural features passed down to her from her mother, hers more feline and delicate, Lily was a god-damned show stopper. A head turner. A straight up hottie by anyone’s definition. And there in the middle…me. In the bright, unforgiving light of the vanity my ever pore and dimple stood out like craters on the moon. Between these two stunners I certainly wasn’t feeling like the ‘femboy’ Lily felt I was but more like some brutish Neanderthal in a bra and panties.

“Ugh.”

“Stop.” Lily says, knowing what my grunt had been about. “You don’t have your face on yet. You don’t even want to know what I look like waking up.”

“Actually…I kinda do.”

Lily smirks, brown eyes gleaming, but says nothing.

“Drink.” Bri pushes my glass in front of me.

I take a bigger than normal swig of the cold, crisp, and shockingly sharp tasting wine. As I smack my lips I feel the soothing tingle of their ‘special blend’ working it’s magic as zinging flavors of grapefruit and gooseberries dance across my tongue. “Oh snap.” I smack my lips loudly as I look at the pale wine and give it a swirl.

Lily chuckles. “Mom’s probably got you drinking that cheap sweet boxed stuff.”

“I like the cheap sweet boxed stuff.” I take another sip. “I like this too though.”

“Sauvignon Blanc.” She says, sipping her virgin cider. “I love it. Now, let’s really look at you.” With her fingers she brushes my jaw. “Clean, smooth, moisturized. We’re ahead of the game.”

“I came prepared.” I take another drink of my wine, pausing to marvel at the new flavors that were now coming out, then set it down and rest my hands on my thighs.

As the honey begins to work its magic I can watch a subtle but unmistakable change come over the pair. They leaned closer to me now, both of them finding a reason to lay a hand on me, a little smiles played at their lips as they felt the other half of the honey’s bonding effect.

“Such nice skin.” Bri says softly.

“Those cheekbones, with a bit of encouragement…” Lily says.

“I’m seeing them.” Teasing my hair Bri says. “Black hair. Blue eyes. Nice tan goin on. Some dusty rose?”

“I’m getting ideas.” Lily grins. “What are you thinking, Ellie-girl? Sweet, sensual or slutty?”

“Um…” My eyes dart back and forth between them and then down to my blue bra. “Sweet and sensual, with a hint of the slut?”

“A real lady.” They both laugh. “You’re in good hands, sweetheart.”

“And could I get one of those cute hair clips like Bri has?”

“Jewelry’s next, don’t you worry.” Lily says. “Now, take a drink and close your eyes.”

I flash them each a smile then take another long swig, those wild flavors sizzling like ethereal pop rocks on my tongue, then set down my near empty glass and close my eyes. “I’m all yours.”

Lily takes my shoulders and turns me a few degrees toward her, then gently raises my chin. There is a pause before her soft hands are suddenly applying some type of cream across my whole face in swift gentle strokes. The primer applied, I only knew it was called ‘primer’ because I heard them talking about it, I hear some clicks things moving around on the vanity. With a very light caress she touches my jaw muscle. “Relax here.” She touches the spot between my brows. “And here.”

Only then did I realize I was holding stiff, trying to be the perfect canvas for her to work on. I let my face go calm which in turn relaxes the rest of me. “Sorry.”

The soft music plays, their mingling perfumes around me, their warmth and carefree voices filling the air, it was all so very nice. The next thing I feel is SUPER soft bristled brush, like a paint brush with the most supple bristles I’d ever felt, swiftly and softly wisping across my cheeks, chin, forehead, across my eyelids…everywhere. With the honey heightening my senses I swear I could feel every individual bristle caress my sensitive flesh. I giggle.

Bri laughs and kisses my shoulder. “No smilin right now.”

“That’s going to be tough.”

“No talking either.” Lily bops my lips with the blunt back end of the brush she was using to apply the foundation layer.

Though I couldn’t eradicate my smile completely I bring my face back to a neutral expression, eyes still closed of course. Being allowed to just sit here as Lily worked on me made me feel so pampered and special. The wonderful brushing continues a bit longer until every last bit of my face had been gone over a couple times.

“She’s glowing.” Bri whispers.

“Beautiful.” Lily agrees.

I hear a new product get opened, a new smell hits my nose, and then some sort of silky paste-like stuff they called concealer was being daubed along my upper cheeks below my eyes and along the sides of the bridge of my nose. After applying it Lily smooths it out with her deft, sure fingers. The actual physical contact feeling just as nice and much more intimate than the brush had. I stay relaxed but perfectly still as Lily touches me, quietly savoring every second of this. More sounds of clicks and clacks, another new smell, then I feel another round of soft swishing bristles caressing my forehead, cheeks, nose and chin. Lily tilts my chin up, then to the side, then straight again as she checks her work.

As I sit there unseeing, taking in the music, the smell of the wine, the scent of the candles the girl talk and these wonderful sensations Lily was giving me, I could truly feel Ellie taking shape. With each layer of makeup covering Elliot I felt like a layer was being removed from Ellie’s true emergence. As I had in the dungeon I was being made to let go of my old self to inhabit this new facet. It wasn’t a crisis of identity. It wasn’t confusion. It was pure, liberating play. What a lovely gift this was. Beside me Bri is silent, just watching the process. Bri was a watcher so I was betting this was something she quite enjoyed as well.

The sensual indulgence continues as I am treated to yet another brush, this one fatter and even softer than the others though the swipes are more targeted around my temples and bone structure. During a little pause Lily says. “Smile, Ellie.”

Never had an instruction been easier to follow as my lips widen into a happy grin. Yet another brush! All these different brushes, all of them feeling amazing. This time the whispering bristles swish from the apples of my cheeks back across my temples and even continuing to tickle my ears. A laugh escapes me as the next phase involves some little comb or stiffer mini-brush strokes through my eyebrows, brushing all the hairs upward and then smoothing them out to the sides.

“Mm.” Lily murmurs. “Strong brows. I’d love to shape them a bit.”

“No permanent changes.” I say, my soft Ellie voice now second nature.

“I know.”

“They’re fine.” Bri says. “I think their sexy.”

“Gloss?” Lily asks.

“Gloss.” Bri confirms.

Lily has me open my mouth in another smile and runs this smooth little applicator tool back and forth across my bottom lip and then top. My curiosity was growing now. What color had she chosen? Did it look good or ridiculous? How did I look? While I was relishing every second of this I was gaining a new appreciation for women who went this extra mile to do themselves up to face the world. The next phase is the longest as Lily brings to bear a host of new brushes, tools and products to paint around my eyes and lashes. In her voice I could hear the concentration as she applied the eyeshadow and liner.

Following that comes another tiny brush dabbing here and there in specific key areas. We were down to the fine details now. The end was near.

There is a long quiet pause. I could sense Lily studying me from every angle. She makes a satisfied little hum and gently turns my head to face the mirror head on. “ Bit of mascara to make those long lashes pop and we’ll be done.” Her hand resting on my neck she says. “Okay, my Ellie-girl. Open your eyes.”