Meeting Kim

One particular girl kept on messaging you, which finally got you curious enough to read her messages. It turns out that she noticed the vibe of your profile, that you're not looking for a simple one night stand but that you're after something more. As far as she was concerned, you were 'reeking' of desperation. She sure ain't a charmer.

You meet up with her a short while later in an apartment complex, her home just slightly larger than what you would expect a dorm room to be. Surprisingly enough, a cute young girl around your own age opens the door. She appears to be half Asian, pretty exotic looking and petite, and knows how to present herself well. Her clothes were just expensive enough to show a good taste, and she wore just enough jewelry to make her stand out from a crowd. If you were still in your male body, you probably would make a move on her. "Hey! Glad you could make it! Wanna come in?" she chirps happily while you're silently admiring her.

As you step inside, you see a guy comfortably sitting on a couch and watching TV. Short black hair, black skin, probably straight from Afri-"Oh that's my husband," Kim states matter of factly upon noticing where your attention lingered. What? "We've known each other since we were kids, so when we needed to find a place to stay near the University, we decided to rent this apartment together. Things went from there, and eventually we got married," she explained. Huh. Marriage. You certainly can't imagine getting married for another year, or twenty.

Her husband turns around to casually wave back at you, "I'm Roland, if she hasn't already mentioned it. You're in trouble or something?" Glancing towards the table that his feet were resting on, you could see a couple of pills in various shapes and sizes. It made you wonder if perhaps he was the one in trouble, in one way or another.

"No, no... well, kind of. I just need a place to stay at for a little bit," you mumble, you didn't expect having to mention that part so early on.

Kim however took it easy and continued guiding you into the apartment with a hand on your lower back. "It's fine, relax, gee. You're super tense. What happened to you anyway? Your clothes look like you blindly reached into the closet and grabbed the first thing, and your makeup... are you even wearing any? You're like a train wreck, come on let's take care of you," she insists as she continues pushing you along into the bedroom and towards a wardrobe that rivaled your sister's.

Two hours later, she's finally done and you're allowed to look at yourself in the mirror after a complete do-over. Your new shoes were dark heels, just high enough for you to still be able to walk somewhat naturally in them after some practice. Your legs up to your midsection were wrapped tightly in a pair of pale blue jeans, you expected those to be an easy fit but they were so small that you had to squeeze in, which allowed the fabric to snugly hug your feminine curves. There was no way people wouldn't notice your perky rear, and unfortunately, also the waistband of your thong that peeked out of your jeans. Around your chest, you wore a simple black sleeveless top that kept your shoulders exposed, with enough cleavage visible so that no guy would be left guessing. At least Kim helped you into a fitting bra, so that you would feel slightly less exposed.

Even with all that going on, most of the changes were to your face. Kim was quite the expert at what she did, so after seeing the way you arrived, she gave you a quick summary for all the basics of female appearance. For everything she did, she gave you a brief explanation for how you can do it yourself. Staring back at you in the mirror was a model, some kind of goddess. Her fine brunette hair was gathered up into a ponytail, her skin appeared flawless, her lips were glistening and her eyes had a smokey, dark makeup. It was hard to believe you were looking at a reflection of yourself.

"There ya go, I think we're all done here," Kim said happily while admiring her work. No matter what kind of mood you're in, after what she somehow did to your face, you're gonna look smoking hot regardless of how you feel. "Whaddaya think? The look suits you! I can't have my new BFF looking bad, can I?" she teased you. Once again, you began to feel like women are magical creatures, who at some point decided to replace wands with makeup sticks. Still, Kim was quickly turning out to be a very good friend, and you find comfort in knowing that you don't have to be alone with your situation.