You began your lessons

"Well, I suggest we start with your lessons about looking more girly." Alison said . "And I would say we start with putting on a bra." She picked up the red bra on the floor and held it in front of your face.

You let out a sigh and took it. "Can I at take of the panties first?"

"I would rather like it, if you would keep them on." Alison said not wanting you to take the red thong off. "What is a girl wearing a bra without matching panties?" You let out another sigh accepting your fate of wearing a girls underwear for the moment.

Over the next half an hour you put on and off the bra a couple of dozens times until you had no problem with the bra hook and adjusting the fit. "Good, you now can put on a bra on your own." Alison praised you.

"I would rather not can do it. But I don't have a choice." You were not so happy about it.

"There is just one thing missing." Alison left your room and came back after a few minutes. She walked in front of you and did something with the bras cups. As you looked down and she had took her hands away, you saw what she had done. She had put two skin-colored pads into the cups. They perfectly filled out the cups giving the impression of you suddenly growing small breasts.

"You can't be serious!" You were not happy about it.

"What is a bra without breasts or pads?" Alison replied with a big smile. "At least wear them for today."

You sighed. "If you like."

With you now having small faked breasts your lesson continued. Alison taught you how to adjust the fit of your tops and hot-pants, followed by how to properly walk in heels. For the lesson of 'how to put on make-up' Alison urged you to not only learn how to put on lipstick, but also mascara and eye shadow.

The lesson was interrupted by a lunch-break. Your mother was surprised as she saw you fully made up like a girl. "Alison is just teaching me for the next two weeks of my internship." You justify your look.

"I didn't blame you. I was just surprised you looked like a girl on your day off." Your mother replied. "I must say, as a girl you look pretty good."

After the lunch your lesson continued with styling your short hair, followed by a revision of everything. By the end of the day you had no mature problem with girlyfying your looks.

"Let's do the same tomorrow to make sure you can do everything." Alison suggested.

You let out a sigh, but agreed with her. You didn't wanted it, but as you had to look like a girl on Monday at work, you had to make sure you could do it on your own.