Warpaint

Even though the body walking around was female in appearance, Katie was feeling a little uneasy with Paul walking around naked. She was used to a lot of her clients in little or nothing, but those were usually women. Tensions with Paul in the past seemed to creep in every time she looked at his face.

“You’re right; it is a little incongruitous. It’s a step-in dress, so let’s get your war paint on,” Katie reasoned before instructing to Paul, “step into my office and sit in the chair.”

Seeing the chair set up next to her tackle box of various makeups and tools, Paul was pretty sure what to expect. Some basic things looked similar to what he had in his stash for his training sessions, but the variety of hues, textures, materials, and just quantity dwarfed any set he or even Molly ever had and was only eclipsed by a retail facility.

Setting on a stool in front of him and turning on a ring light, she picked up a few tools and looked at him. “You ready to finally be *beautiful*?” Katie tried to make the last word a jab, but Paul was almost relieved to hear it.

“Definitely,” Paul said with an enthusiastic grin. He was excited to see what her skilled hands could do after only being able to see his novice attempts during his training.

Katie felt he was being patronizing, so she was sure to show him just how good she was at what he had once called a ‘silly hobby’. ‘A few more holidays like this and she could forgo her tech job and live off this _hobby_,’ she thought to herself as she put the wig hair back with a headband before proceeding to match some foundation to the professional tanning job he had covering him.

Moving to contours to soften his slightly pudgy face into an elegant lady’s shape was her next task, working diligently to use all her tricks of shadows and highlights at the base to bring out the curves she wants.

“I’m really interested to see what you come up with,” Paul said breaking the silence as she was focusing.

Katie replied frustrated, “I appreciate that, but I really need you to sit still and not move while I’m panting you; don’t need it to smudge.”

“K. Sorry,” Paul tried to explain, “just was hard with the silence.”

Katie could admit it was a bit dull as she was blending in some lines on his face, “ya, normally I’d like gossip or something.”

Paul was definitely not big on gossip or idle chit chat and just sort of cringed at that.

“Ya, not something we really do is it,” Katie admitted. “How bout some tunes,” she suggested as she grabbed his phone sitting off to the side. She liked to have her clients get comfortable, so she just took it upon herself to start his music player and kick off the last played list.

Paul figured it was just his neurosis and tried to push down being apprehensive about someone else using his phone. “great” he mouthed quickly trying to appreciate the deafening silence going away. It was only after he tuned into the song halfway through, he finally realized it was the playlist Bill had him dancing to earlier this week.

Katie could tell he tense up and noticed him get nervous. “Oh, no judgement on the music!” she lied trying not to chuckle at the teeny bop sound coming out of it. “Everyone likes a little energy in their workouts,” she tried to surmise, but did really not expect this from overconfident Paul.

Paul just tried to calm down and relax as she moved on to getting his eyes lined out. Before long they were both bouncing to the energetic, if a bit suggestive music; Katie more so than Paul as he had to keep her canvas still. However, Katie was really getting into a few letting her hair literally hang down as it was some that she really enjoyed, too. She could almost feel herself finally connecting to her client as she saw his face soften and suddenly find a connection with his taste in music she never suspected.

When she got done with his lashes, brows, eyes, cheeks, etc., she had left the lips for last. She was about to apply some liner, when she remembered something, their mutual vendor had sent her. Digging in her box, she found the lip plumper Nico had insisted she try. While she couldn’t deny its effectiveness, she was planning to save it for more risqué characters. However, she hadn’t done as many as expected and felt she had plenty to share with this transformation. Turning back to Paul she considered completely springing it on him, but figured it was better to at least get him ready for the jolt. “This will sting a bit, but beauty is pain, sweety.” Not giving him time to respond, she quickly hit his lower lip.

“Ow,” Paul said as he jumped from the painful hit.

“Oh, you big baby! It's nothing,” she admonished as she lined up for the next hit.

Paul winced at the next few but tried not to show it anymore.

After blotting away a little of the excess acid, Katie proceeded to line his lips in the cute pink she felt would soften his face the most but really shined with the plumping roundness. Holding up a tissue to his lips, “open” she instructed before continuing, “and press down on it.” Letting it set for just a moment, she finally said, “alright, and open again,” before moving the tissue away.

Paul was surprised at the bright pink on the white tissue as she tossed it aside before she picked up a spray can and said, “close your eyes.”

With his eyes fully closed, she proceeded to spray his face, ensuring to shield his hair from over-spray before calling it done. “Again,” she instructed, “this is a sealant to help the makeup last, but it's not fool proof. I can’t guarantee it’ll last if you start crying, dance in the rain, or go swimming.”

“K,” Paul responded almost antsy to see the final product, but she continued with a lip brush before putting on sparkling gloss that matched the tint of her lips as a final touch.

“This can’t really be sealed and will definitely rub off with time or as you eat, kiss, … or do other things with your lips,” Katie teased suggestively as she would with many of her female clients.

Paul blushed and just shook his head at her as he marveled at how the wig’s strands lightly touched his outer arms, but he could only feel the weight hit through the vest. It seemed more distant than going through a blouse and it would feel on his skin.

“Well, I have to say, I’m no Michelangelo, but I think we really pulled something amazing out of this canvas,” Katie expressed somewhat self-congratulatory.

“Oh, shoot!! I nearly forgot your nails,” Katie exclaimed as she grabbed Paul’s hand. “Well, you’ve taken good care of your hands, so this should go a lot faster. However, you still need some extensions for the right look.”

Paul was surprised to see the stack of 2-inch nails fake nails Katie brought out. “Wait a minute, I don’t think I can manage in those all night!”

Katie openly giggled at that, “I was hoping for that reaction, but no, these are just the size they come in. We’ll pare them down to a manageable size once we get them attached.”

“Alright,” Paul relented holding his hand out as she attached the square capped talons. After treating them with a liquid backing, she pressed them into place and then had him hold them under a UV light for several minutes.

As the nails finished bonding, Katie checked them for proper adherence. “Perfect! These all laid out without any issues.” Breaking out a pair of her high sheer nail clippers, Katie explained, “these are much stronger natural nails to avoid any cracking or chipping, so I will leave these with you so you can trim them later....” Katie then winked and teased, “if you want that is.”

“Um, thanks, but isn’t there a removal or acetone for them?” Paul asked.

“Oh, no, deary,” Katie said with almost a bit too much glee in her voice as she continued clipping them down, “these have now bonded with your natural nail to ensure they stay put. You can just trim them down as your natural nail grows out.”

Paul got a very nervous look to his face, “don’t worry,” Katie assured grinning, “they look natural.” While Paul couldn’t disagree, they looked like natural nails, they stuck out over a half inch from his finger tips even after she finished clipping them. These would be much more inconvenient than the ones he used during training with Bill.

Katie continued to enjoy shaping his new industrial strength nails into rounded tips and painted them with a faint pink to match his lips before coating the tips in a bright white to give it a sexy French nail look before putting them back under the UV light to harden the polish. “Now, this polish will harden under the light, but it will come off if you soak them in acetone. However, the nails will remain behind until they grow out.”

Looking at the nails with a good amount of fear about not being able to handle them, he did find they were ultimately quite good at softening his fingers and the length seemed to slim out his normally stubby appearing phalanges. Tapping a few of them together he found it fun how he could make a sound similar to high heels on a hard floor.

“Alright! Next step...” Katie said breaking him out of fascination with the nails.