Beauty Brigade

Two smoking hot cuties leaning in on you and studying you closely was flattering but it was also kinda creepy.

"Whaaat...is happening right now?"

Elsie ignores your question. Instead she reaches up and places two fingers along the side of your chin and gently pushes to turn your head, you go with it. She examines the side of your face. Meanwhile Zoey began teasing at your hair, feeling it and tussling it to get a feel for it. It was weird letting a stranger touch your hair but you trusted your sister and you were curious as to what was happening here.

El's dark eyes run up and down your neck before she starts moving her attention down your arm. Zoey follows suit. Before long they each held one of your hands, not in the supportive hand holdy way but as if they were looking over some curious object they found on the beach. El runs her fingers over yours. She feels the tips and the nails. She flips your hand over to inspect the soft palm.

Next they just give you a good look over from top to bottom. Elsie even peels down your sheets so they can see your legs and feet. There is some minor concern as they look over your leg hairs, fine as they were.

"Elsie?" You finally say.

"Shush." Elsie replies.

"Yeah, shush." Zoey echoes. "We're working."

"Guys..." You start, shifting in your bed self consciously.

Elsie fixes you with a stare. "Fiona sent us. Do you want me to tell her you were disobedient?" Her face was deadly serious but her eyes sparkled with good humor.

"Oh...umm. No." You say softly. Your heart went pitter patter in you chest. Now you were REALLY curious as to what was happening. "I'll be good."

"That's better." She gives you a playful wink. "I have a lot of pull with your Goddess, remember that."

You smile and nod. "Okay. I'll be good."

Zoey giggles approvingly at the interaction. She didn't act like this was an odd thing whatsoever and seemed happy to be a part of it. There was no judgment in her big blue eyes and you began to get a hint as to why your sister liked her so much.

The pair of them finish their inspection before Elsie finally says to Zoey. "Well, what do you think?"

Zoey takes on a comically serious tone and nods brusquely. "Total hottie."

Elsie laughs. "More specifically."

"Oh." Zoey looks up at your face once more. Not looking at you but at your appearance. You can actually see the moment her brain grinds into gear. "Brunette, warm brown eyes, light skin, fine features. Clothing wise this boy is just begging for icy pastels. Light lemon, pale pink, and absolutely blues and silvers. Rich colors can work for a touch of class. Crimson, deep blues, even black."

"Really?" Your sister says. "Not earth tones? Some nice brick reds and..."

Zoey shakes her head. "No way. Your mother, absolutely, but his skin is too fair. Trust me." Zoey reaches up and moves a bang across your forehead. "Hmmm, makeup won't be hard. He's got such nice soft features with perfect angles."

"Makeup?"

"Shhh!"

Zoey continues. "Just some highlights. Not so different from you El. You two are soooo pretty."

Both you and your sister smile at each other and you notice a little blush bloom in your sister's cheeks.

"We have to be careful. It'll be easy to make him look too girly." Zoey feels your cheek. "Does it grow fast?"

Elsie shakes her head. "No. I only had to shave him every couple of days and it is pretty thin when it does come in."

"You shaved me?"

El just grins then picks your hand back up in hers. "The nails are pretty basic. I only clipped them."

Zoey responds by getting El to pass her backpack across to her. She begins pulling out beauty implements from it. Clippers, nail files and buffers, hand moisturizers, and other such things. "We'll have them looking good in no time."

"You're giving me a manicure?"

"Shush." Elsie says through a cute smirk.

Zoey lays out her tools on the meal tray you had just used. She pushes to glasses and bowl to the side and organizes them like a surgeon might before surgery. She starts the process however with a very gentle hand massage. "I think it helps to relax the joints." She says without looking up.

Elsie takes the backpack back again and retrieves some tweezers and a little tube of aloe vera lotion. Leaning in close she grabs your head between her hands and stares intently at your eyebrows. You can see her formulate what she was about to do in her head before letting you go. She caresses your brows with her finger tips then brings them into shape between her index finger and her thumb. Taking the tweezers she settles in, her soft breasts pressing down into your shoulder and her gorgeous face just a foot away from your own.

"It will pinch a little. Usually you do this after a shower. Don't worry, we'll teach you once you get out." She says.

You look into her eyes. "Why...?"

She kisses you on the lips. "Shhh."

You smile. Plink! The first errant eyebrow is removed. It did pinch, but you didn't care. Having Elsie's undivided attention as she worked on you was so nice.

Zoey says as she is rubbing your knuckles with her thumb. "Before we get to the shopping we need to know though. Cute, pretty, or hot. We can go any which way."

Elsie finally lets you speak as she as she sculpts your brows one tiny hair at a time. "What do you want Jesse? How do you want to look for your Mistress? Cute, pretty, or hot?"

You don't even hesitate. "Pretty! But...but I want to be hot sometimes too."

El chuckles. "No worries there. We're just planning a general look right now."

"Cool...um..." You lie there as Zoey begins clipping the sharp edges of your nails and Elsie runs a thumb tenderly over your right brow. "...but why?"

"Because your Mistress hired us to. This was Fiona's idea." Elsie's magical gaze shifts from your eyebrows and down to stare into you. "Fiona knows you want to look your best. She wants you to be happy Jesse. Does this make you happy?"

Your heart melts and you nod. "Yes."

"We thought it would." Elsie whispers. "Fiona loves you so much. She wants you to be a happy boy."

Zoey gets a dreamy look in her eyes. "It's so romantic! I love this family."

El grins proudly. "And with your very own beauty brigade we'll make you look like a million bucks, which will make for a very happy Mistress as well."

"I want to make her happy." You sigh.

"We got you Jesse." Zoey states. "You'll be the prettiest boy in the city."

El gets serious a moment and adds. "I'm with you and Fiona Jesse. However you two want to do this, I am with you all the way."

You were speechless. Fiona had arranged this? Elsie had gone along with it? Fiona loved you and wanted you to be happy and all with Elsie's full support. El had told you a lot of healing had taken place over the six weeks you were out and she obviously wasn't kidding. A shared worry for you along with the fact that everything had been brought to the surface beforehand must have given them a great starting point to reconnect. It made your heart feel good.

You lie there and allow yourself to be pampered. Manicure, pedicure, preening, localized massages, moisturizers and scents. Everything that could reasonably be done on a hospital bed. You feel incredible the whole time through, truly feeling like the belle of the ball with how they spoke to you. They made you feel like one of them. Like a beautiful young specimen of humanity. You were so happy Fiona had arranged this. You would make this up to your Mistress, as soon as you were better you would do whatever it took to make her as happy as she made you.

Twice there are interruptions. Once was a nurse to check up on you. He makes a comment on what a lucky fellow you were, though there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. You ignore it. You were a lucky fellow. The second was a grumbling custodian that came to clean up the broken vase that the nurse had obviously reported. Both interruptions were brief however and did nothing to dampen your mood.

Neither your sister or her friend were in a rush and seemed content to stay with you all night long. You are in heaven as Zoey is massaging foot cream into your feet and Elsie is simultaneously massaging your scalp while the both of them speak openly about how beautiful they thought you were and how lucky your Mistress was to have such a boy. You then hear Zoey let out a little titter. Looking down you realize what she was giggling about. You were at full mast and a proud tent now stuck up in your hospital gown.

Elsie follows your eyes and lets out a little laugh herself. "Feeling good brother?"

You blush. "Mmm hmm."

Zoey motions back over her shoulder. "Want your rubber coochie? We could give you some privacy...if you need it."

You let out a breath. "No, please don't stop."

The girls share a look and a giggle and return to their work. By the time they are done with the pampering phase you feel like a very happy pile of cooked spaghetti. Your prefect nails glistened and your skin glowed. They told you that once they got you home they would do you up properly and teach you some beauty tips to get your life as a kept boy toy started right.

After that phase came fashion. You lay there as El and Zoey move you around and use a tailor's tape measure to get your measurements. Neck, arms, chest, everything; with Elsie being the one to reach under your gown to take your inseam. Special attention is given to measuring the circumference of your neck. Finally the tablet is turned on and, with Zoey leaning in from the left and Elsie to the right, the three of you begin looking over some more effeminate men's fashion options.

"Our budget is limited but we'll get you looking good. The clothes make the man they say." El says. "Or the boy."

"No worries." Zoey says. "Doesn't take much to look great if you've got the goods. Just work with what God gave ya."

"We have flexibility but we do have some instructions from our employer." El says in a very professional tone. "No girl's clothes unless she clears it. Underwear must be bikini cut or thong. She wants you to have at least one pair of booty shorts and one nice slim fitting suit for going out on the town. Tight fits when possible, nut hugging pants when possible, exposed arms, legs, and midriff is fine. Unisex jewelry is allowable but optional. No piercings or tattoos, those will be chosen only by your Mistress. Your collar will be black, you've seen it I believe, but she has allowed you to choose the color and style of your leash. No pajamas or night clothes. Umm...I think that was it."

"Wow. She really gave this some thought." You say.

El rolls her eyes. "Of course she has silly. She has her very own boy now. Not something that happens everyday."

As much as you didn't want it to, worry begins to take root inside of you. You knew Fiona had savings but she didn't have an income and she was on the verge of losing her free room and board. You shake your head. "No. I...I don't need anything. I'll be fine." You turn your head from the screen.

Elsie seemed to be ready for this. She lays a steadying hand on your chest. "Jesse, let her look after you. It is very important to her, okay? Let her worry about the other stuff, your only job is to look after her."

"But..."

"She's given us a budget. We'll stay within it. Trust your Mistress Jesse." El leans in and says with concerned honesty. "She needs your trust Jesse."

You let out a breath and allow the nervousness to drain from your body. "Okay. Okay." You then look from your sister to Zoey and back to El again. "How much is she paying you guys? If you don't mind me asking."

The pair of them give each other an amused look as if they were sharing a private joke. Zoey giggles as El looks back to you. "She's not paying us anything, not in dollars anyway. I would have done it for free but she insisted on fair compensation. This, my dear brother, is a straight exchange."

"We get you!" Zoey then peeps, unable to contain herself. "We get you! Hee hee hee!"

"Huh?"

"You are Fiona's Jesse. And what is hers she can barter or lend." The corners of El's full lips curl up into an impish grin and her gaze transforms into something much more amorous. "We help your Mistress get her boy pretty and we get to borrow you from time to time. A simple trade."

"Borrow...me? F-for what!? What do you need me for?"

"Outside of a few specific restrictions...anything we want." Your sister purrs. Zoey blushes a bright shade of pink as Elsie's smile only widens. "Welcome to **** life Jesse. You'll be cared for my sweet brother, but nothing in this life is truly free."

You sit stunned as you hear Zoey gasp under her breath. "Oh my god, I love this family."

You gawp and reply breathlessly. "Me too!"

In the blink of an eye Elsie is your best buddy and supportive little sister once more. She pinches your nose and gives you a cheerful wink. "Now come on. Let's do some shopping."

The rest of the night is taken up with online shopping, joking, laughing, and what could only be described as girl talk. By midnight the three of you were all on the bed sitting cross-legged in a circle and having a great time. Lively music played from the tablet as you visit. You really started to see what Elsie saw in Zoey. The girl might be ditsy and a bit klutzy, but she had a good heart, a wonderful sense of humor, and she actually knew her stuff as it related to beauty topics. You learn she was hoping to get a job at a hairdressing salon after graduation which, given her limitations, seemed a perfect fit. She never took offense and never stood in judgment of your family and its peculiarities. She was just...fun.

Eventually, after a particularly raucous chorus of laughter, a very grumpy nurse storms in to kick your visitors out. They quickly gather their stuff at the prodding of the angry woman. As with your mother hugs and kisses are given and received and you are sorry to see them leave. The nurse turns off your light and hustles briskly from the room mumbling something about silly teenagers.

For a time you just stare at the ceiling and enjoy the glow of the good feelings Elsie and Zoey had brought out in you. Their pampering and their flattering words could still be felt in your body and soul. You were excited to get home so they could "do you up right". You were excited by your new style and wardrobe. You were excited about your new life. You then remind yourself who you had to thank for it all.

In the dim room your eyes slowly pan to the chair Fiona had inhabited through your long road to recovery. In your mind's eye you could see her there. Holding your hand. Talking to you. Worry etched into her beautiful face. Hour after hour. It is with a tear in your eye you whisper to the empty room. "I love you Goddess."