More lessons

The next morning (Monday), Andrew woke up bright and early again, and after breakfast cooked by a chipper mother taking the day off work, he jumped in the shower and got ready in the same outfit as the previous day, this time with yellow panties, making sure to consume and apply his arnica products, performing his morning skincare routine and putting on his makeup (this time ensuring he put far more effort than the previous morning) and coming out looking as gorgeous as he did the day before.

The arnica gel stuck to his bruised lips and gave them a glossy effect, which helped the absence of lipstick.

Luckily for Andrew, Charlene wanted to spend the day at home.

Unfortunately for Andrew, it would be spent with even more girl lessons.

First off, even more makeup lessons, building on techniques from the day prior.

Andrew hated that he was so adept at makeup, now requiring little effort to make himself up like a convincing girl and blaming it on genetics from his mother, a lifetime of her talking about makeup or the pressure he was currently under from Charlene.

The rest of the day was interspersed with more feminine etiquette and dancing lessons, but the main focus was Andrea’s new clothes.

To begin, Charlene made Andrew create various complete outfits out of the underwear, shoes, dresses, skirts, tops, pants, shorts, and accessories, after which she appraised them, informing him of his mistakes and how to properly select outfits; ranging from colour theory, materials, occasion, clothing style and shape; before making him repeat the process with her own clothes, for which Andrew’s improved fashion sense was noticeable.

The rest of the day was spent with Andrea being **** to model various outfits, each time reapplying ‘her’ makeup to suit the mood of the ensemble.

Despite his humiliation, Andrew was grateful that he wasn’t risking public exposure, and so his mood was far better than the previous day.

With the concert being on Sunday, there were only six days left till he could abandon Andrea and put this whole sordid affair behind him.

But still, he felt the most isolated he had ever been, leaving him particularly **** to suggestion.

Later that evening, he received a text...