Shaving & Makeup

You wash quickly, half frightened and half eager to find out what's going to happen next. This has all been weird ... too weird, in fact, and a couple of Amanda's "friends" scare the snot outta you ... but Katrina's been more "friendly" than ever before. In fact, thinking about just how "friendly" she's been since last night ... blowing you while Alex fucked you with that strapon, stroking you while you slept, and getting you off just now ... not only helps you ignore some of last night's less pleasant details, it gives you half a stiffie before you climb out, searching desperately for a towel.

Katrina has two of them in her hands. She tosses one of them to you. "Cover up that thing," she orders, looking pointedly at your prick, "and sit on that stool over there."

There's a chair-height barstool you've never seen before by the bathroom sink. Blushing, you wrap the towel around your waist and sit.

Katrina runs the other towel over your scalp and face, shoulders and back, chest and belly. Then she hands the damp towel to you. "We'll be doing things ... physical things ... for you occasionally. But no woman will ever place herself in a subservient position for you. Ever. So ... since I won't be kneeling for you, dry your own legs."

You do so, kind of hurt that she'd think you might want some kind of submission from her but not wanting to argue with her just yet. When you're done, you straighten up and await her next move, careful not to look at her body now that she's ... very obviously ... paying you careful attention.

She takes your chin and draws it up, pulling your gaze with it until you're looking her in the eyes. "Do you remember when we told you we'd make you feel pretty anytime you want?"

You nod, blushing a little and averting your gaze. After all, Lilly had been fucking you in the ass at the time.

She slaps ... well, *taps* would be a better word ... your cheek. "You know how to answer."

"Yes, Miss Katrina."

"Good girl," she smiles at you. "Well, part of making you 'feel pretty' will be teaching you to BE pretty. We're gonna start that right now."

She rubs your chin with her thumb and forefinger. "Luckily, you don't have a lot of facial ... or body ... hair. But a pretty girl needs smooth, soft skin. Let's take care of that first."

"First we'll use an exfoliating cloth to clean up some of tbe dead skin around your pores," she says, running an oversize pink washcloth under the hot water and then over your neck, chin and lower face. It's not irritating, exactly, but maybe a bit scratchy. When she draws away from your face, you can barely see tiny flecks of something - dead skin cells, you assume - that it's pulled away from your face.

"Now we'll use a moisturizing shave gel," she continues, "soooooo many years of neglect to fix ..." She takes a dab of cream from a jar and spreads it across your face, first one side and then another. But then ... she spreads some onto an eyebrow, causing you to flinch away.

"Don't move," she orders, voice suddenly harsh. You hold in place, not even twitching a finger. It's not that you're scared, not of Katrina, at least not when your bullt sister and her psycho friends aren't around; she's been your friend since forever, after all. No, it's just because you don't know the rules to this game, and you want more than just about anything to keep playing it with her. Yeah, that's it ...

Katrina smears shave gel over your other eyebrow, then pulls out a five-blade razor and begins quickly and surprisingly expertly shaving your chin, cheeks and throat. "You're gonna have to learn to obey, Marcie, and learn quick, or you're gonna be in for a world of hurt. I might hesitate ... a little, at first ... to punish you when you get outta line, but believe me, 'Manda, Alex and Lilly will have NO problem putting a disobedient sissy like you in your place."

She rinses the razor under the stream of hot water coming from the faucet while you absorb what she just said. Certain things Amanda said last night made you suspect this isn't just a one-time (or even one-weekend) game, and now Katrina seems to be confirming your worst fears. As she approaches your face again with the razor, you swallow nervously, gather your courage, and ask, "M-may I ask a question ... Miss?"

She smiles knowingly as she begins shaving you again. "We knew this'd be coming. Sure, go ahead. But be careful; stay respectful."

"Wuh ... Why are you doing this to me? I-I thought we were friends ..."

Her smile widens. "Of course I'm your friend, Marcia. I'm your friend who knows what's best for you. And believe me," she hesitates for a moment, working around the point of your chin, "Once you get the hang of it ... learn to be an obedient little sissy girl ... you'll be much happier for it. Admit it, you liked alot ... most ... of what happened last night."

"What, getting anally **** by the She-Hulk and **** to lick my own sister? I don't think so."

She looks at you for a moment, then her look turns sly. " 'Pretty,' he said," she reminds you of your own words while Lilly was fucking your ass. "Now shut up and let me finish this."

She shaves your face twice, once with the grain of your thin set of whiskers and once against, then shaves off half your eyebrows. "Now, this may ouch a little," she smiles down at you before pulling a pair of tweezers out of a good-sized pink box on the toilet seat and "trimming" what's left of your eyebrows.

"There," she says, patting your cheek and turning you to face the mirror, "Soft as a baby's bottom and ready for the next step."

She takes a couple of jars from the pink box while you examine your face in the mirror. You look ... you look like a freak. Half of each eyebrow is gone and what remains has been trimmed to within an inch of its life, though you have to admit you can't remember ever having such a close shave. You gape, mouth half open in shock.

Katrina places the back of one hand against your cheek. "Try to relax, Marcie. Women's eyebrows arch a lot more than men's, and they tend to be thinner, too. We'll draw you some new ones soon."

Women's ... ? you think, but Katrina is talking again.

My main job today ... besides explaining a few things to you, of course ... is to teach you how to make yourself pretty with makeup. So pay attention. Luckily, you've got a pretty feminine face already."

So Katrina ... Miss Katrina now ... instructs you in how to apply moisturizer and foundation, how to use highlighter to minimize the brow ridge, thin and deemphasize the nose and lip philtrum, and round and shorten your chin. Then she shows you how to further round your face and emphasize your cheekbones with blush, make your mouth appear smaller and your lips plumper with lip liner and lipstick, and finally how to draw a pair of delucately curved eyebrows.

You try to remember all of her instructions, but the implication ... that you'll be expected to do this to yourself in future ... is distracting. And that's without the other distraction. As she explains each step, performing part of it and then turning you to watch the results of her work, you become fascinated ... no, entranced ... with watching your face transform before your eyes. You ... you change, step by step, from an average-looking guy to not just a girl, but a PRETTY girl. By the time she's finished, you can't see Marc in the mirror at all, only Marcia. And Marcia ... Marcia is ... gorgeous.

"We'll save eyeliner and eyeshadow for another time, cutie," Katrina says, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek, "After you've learned to do this much. Now come on, put on your bra and panties, and let's go show the girls what a good sissy you've been."