The last touches

Tom was nervous. This would be a far cry from nipping into the barber for a trim. This would be her first time going into a salon for a range of treatments. Then there was the clothes shopping. Over the last couple of days she had been getting used to her body but she still felt like an imposter. The fact that she was wearing poorly fitting clothes that she had borrowed off Sarah didn't help her feel like she was a real woman. She was in a pair of jogging bottoms that were tight on her thighs but way too long so they were all bunched up at the bottom. She had a t shirt on but had borrowed one of Sarah's sports bras as it was the only thing that fit well enough and without it her breasts were really obvious as they moved about when she did. They had no shoes that fit as Sarah had slightly larger feet than Tom now so she was just in flip flops. She looked a bit of a state and was a little embarrassed to be out in public.

On the way a sudden thought struck her. "What am I going to call myself?" she suddenly blurted out.

"Oh my god, I hadn't thought about it" said Sarah in surprise. "What do you want to do? Should we find something that sounds similar?"

"I don't know about that" said Tom uncertainly. "It feels a bit basic, like going from Timmy to Timantha."

Sarah chuckled "What's wrong with that?"

"I think" mused Tom "I should get something separate from my old name. You know, a whole new identity."

"I know, did you ever ask what your parents were going to call you if you had been born a girl?"

Tom giggled "Yes actually. They were going to call me Sarah"

"Oh god that would be confusing" Sarah agreed. "So just pick something you like."

Tom thought for a moment "Sophie" she announced.

"I like it, but why that name?"

"I had a crush on a girl at school with that name. I guess I always had a soft spot for it."

Having settled that they soon arrived at the salon. The hairdresser was quite taken aback by Sophie's appearance. "What happened to you?" she asked.

Sarah was quick on her feet. "My little sister here has been a bit of a shut in but we've had some massive breakthroughs with the therapy and I'm treating her to a makeover."

The hairdresser gushed and fussed "That is so brave and what a lovely sister you have" and "You are going to look so amazing when we are done with you." Sophie narrowed her eyes at Sarah who just shrugged in response.

They decided that with her round face that bangs would work well and they would take it down to shoulder length. They decided against colouring or highlights so to stick to Sophie's natural beauty.

Once that was finished it was onto the manicure and pedicure and so as not to be too bold they went for a classic French polish leaving just a little extra length on the nail. Sarah was staring at Sophie and grinning. When Sophie asked her what was up she said "I just realised that for next Halloween you should totally dress as Velma from Scooby Doo. Hoy would make a totally hot Velma."

Sophie wasn't sure how to take that but as she looked at herself in the mirror opposite she realised with her curvy body shape and brown bangs she probably could pull off a good Velma. She got caught up in her own reflection. She was really cute and her hair just made her look cuter. It did make her worry though. Was she sexy? Se wanted to be. She wanted Sarah to desire her. Was cute going to be enough?

The salon also did piercings and with some bullying from Sarah she got studs in her ear. Sarah had wanted her to go a little further like getting several in her ear and maybe her navel but Sophie wasn't for budging and was exceedingly pathetic at dealing with the whole process.

They passed on makeup. They were going to buy a few things but the process had taken years off Sophie's appearance and she had the fresh face, bright skin of a woman not far from adolescence "How old do you think I look?" she asked Sarah as they walked to the first shop hand in hand.

Sarah looked at her "Sixteen?" she offered.

"Don't be dumb, I don't look that young."

Sarah smiled "But there is something incredibly innocent about you right now. You're all wide eyed like everything is new."

"It kind of is new. Everything looks bigger for starters. I had to get a step to get something out of the cupboard yesterday."

"Don't worry honey. I'll open all the pickle jars for you."

"Oh god, that is so emasculating" moaned Sophie.

"Really? And being turned into a woman is butch?"

"Touche. Seriously though. I'm going to have to fake an identity for myself so how old do I aim for?"

Sarah considered her again "I'd say, early twenties?"

"Really? That young?"

"Definitely, maybe I should bribe Dan to let me have a go in that machine."

Sophie looked serious "Don't. Who knows what he'd turn you into."

They both laughed as they arrived at the lingerie store and Sarah asked for a fitting. Sophie was subject to the serous old woman's cold hands as she sized her up and brought her some to try. They walked away with a couple of simple sets. Sophie had found putting on the panties to be the most surreal part. She had just gone commando up until this point but the feeling of the fabric sitting right up against her flat crotch made her head spin. It was these small moments that really drove home the transformation to her.

Her breasts looked amazing as they sat proud on her chest with support instead of the squishing of the sports bra. Her simple t shirt took on a whole new level of appeal as the fabric sunk a little between them. She found herself catching men peeking. They always peeked at Sarah and as a man Sophie had enjoyed that. Now she was noticing the occasional glimpse at her. It made her excited to try on something more flattering.

The large clothing store was next. Unlike the last shop which had been a serious specialist, the clothing on offer here catered for a wide range of styles including some for younger women which, Sophie had to suppose, she now was. They were restricted by how many items they were allows in the changing room so Sarah spoke to the trendy young woman who was tidying the stock.

"A makeover, that is so fun. I'll come and help you. I'm sure we can make an exception if there's a member of staff with you. Come and find me when you are ready."

Sophie now faced a massive dilemma. She had no idea what would look good or what her sense of style was or anything. Sarah concocted the plan. They would start with a few basics. Some leggings, jeans, vests, t shirts and jumpers. That would give them an idea of her sizes and then they could try out some looks.

It took hours. Clothes went on, clothes came off again. Sarah and the assistant were totally into it and were dashing around the store thrusting new things at her to try next. Sophie decided she liked skirts "If I'm going to be a woman I might as well be a girly one" she confided to Sarah who seemed very happy with that choice. Skirts and dresses of varying lengths got added to the pile of clothes to keep. The tops that got chosen either showed off a little chest or flattered her breasts in some way or another. Sophie realised that she was probably shopping with a male eye but decided it wouldn't be a problem.

She left wearing a long sleeved wrap around dress that hung appealingly off her body. Their work was nearly done as they headed for shoes. Sophie had to decide on heels or flats. On the one hand she had zero experience on the other Tom loved heels and had desired Sarah to wear them again. Sophie decided that it would be hypocritical to not wear something she wanted to see her wife in. She was going to dive straight in but Sarah talked her into taking some modest and stable heels including a pair of knee high boots that complimented her skirt beautifully.

Finally they hit the makeup department and picked out some skin tone appropriate concealer and powder. "I have enough that you can share for a while until you decide what you like" Sarah told Sophie. Sophiewas totally out of her depth, it was going to be a while before she got her head around makeup.

They were quite a way from the car now and the pair began the walk back laden with bags. Sophie and Sarah were walking separately as they both had a lot to carry. Sophie now noticed that many of the looks that came their way were landing on her. At one point she even turned around and caught a guy checking out her behind. He looked guilty and looked away. Sophie smiled to herself. The number of times she had been busted taking a peek. It put a little more pep in her step. Let them look, I'm clearly worth looking at she thought and swung her hips a little, enjoying the swish of her skirt on her thighs.