Your going goth!

“You know I was super happy when you went with my suggestion for your name Shade.” Says Sam as he places a few of the items on the dresser next to the bed.

You eye the stuff suspicious wondering what exactly, Sam is getting at.

“ See I had a bit of theme in mind when I choose that name, a sort of look you know.” Sam says as he holds up one of the wigs next to your head, seeing to examine if it would look good on you.

“I mean your cute as you are kitty, but I got style in mind that that you would really accentuate your features.” Sam says, seeming to be really trying to pitch this idea to you now.

You watch him getting more, and amped up as he keeps looking through the wigs, seeming to try to find the perfect one. You also notice that all of them seem to be more then just a bit girly. As if the make up didn’t tip you off already, your pretty sure Sam wants to give you a more then androgynous make over. The

thought makes your heart start to beat fast. Are you going to look, like him? Running your eyes over Sam, your cock twitches, he’s cute, he’s feminine, he’s... sexy. And now he’s offering to make you look like that. Your cock twitches again.

“ So what do you say kitty want to let me dress you up?” Sam asks, making big puppy as he really hopes you say yes.

Alien as something like this is, you give Sam an eager meow.

“EEEEEE YES!” Sam squeals with joy as he pumps a celebratory fist into the air.

You smile, all of this enthusiasm just because the femboy’s gets to dress you up. Heh you can’t help but blush, feeling a bit flattered. You wonder what kind of style he has in mind for you? Furrowing your brow, you try to imagine it. You all dolled up in make up, and a wig looking cute, and feminine.

Still despite your best attempt, an image doesn’t come to your mind. Well not one that doesn’t make you feel self conscious. You shake your head, Sam is going to have to preform some sort of miracle if your going look even as half as good as he does.

Sam doesn’t seem to notice your skepticism, the femboy still all giddy that you actually said yes. He smiles at you seeming to almost rumble with excitement.

His eyes are lit it up so much they almost look like there sparkling. You can nearly see the cogs in his brain going into overdrive. Just him thinking how great he’s going to make you look. How you will look like a hip, sexy, work of art. Make every one else jealous that your his owner, and their not!

“Okay, okay, hold just give me a second!” Sam then exclaims, quickly running into the bathroom for just a second.

Not a second later he returns with a towel in hand he spreads it over on the floor next to the bed. He’s seems so excited now, your almost worried he might explode from joy.

“Okay just, sit over here I don’t want to stain the bed if I end up make a mess.” He motions to the towel as he grabs a handful of stuff.

You listen careful decending off the bed on all fours, which is a little bit harder then then going up it. Then you trot over to the towel, and sit on your ‘hind legs’ as you see Sam rush over to you with a hand full of items, and a big smile.

The first thing he goes for is a bottle of purple nail polish.

“I’m gonna start with your toe nails Shade just lay back, and relax on the towel as I paint them okay kitty?” Sam says giving you a pat on the head.

Feeling a little bit of butterflies in your tummy as things finally get rolling, you do as Sam says. Laying back on your, well back, you let the femboy begin your makeover.
Dipping the little brush for the nail polish into the bottle he starts with your left big toe. The brush is a little bit ticklish, and you can’t help but squirm a little as Sam paints each one of your toes.

“Ticklish Shade?” Sam smirks watching you struggle to keep still as she paints another nail.

You nod, giving him a affirmative meow.

“Heh Well just keep still a little bit long I’m almost done.” Sam pats you reassuringly on the leg.

After about a minute more of work, he finally finishes painting each one of your toe nails a nice shade of purple.

“Okay you can sit up now, careful, careful, your toes are still wet, and I don’t want to have to redo them.” Sam says, helping you to sit up right.

Now up right your able to get a look good look at Sam’s handy work. Each nail is now a nice shade of purple, each one shimmer ever so slightly in the reflection of room’s light. As you keep staring at them you feel your cheeks go a bit red. Your feet look so girly now, with just a little change of color they’ve become quite feminine.

You wonder does this mean you always had potential for this? Has this kind of thing always been just below the surface of your boyish physique? That all is need is a little touch up for your feminine aura to bubble through?

You wiggle your toes again, just confirm that they really do belong to you, Then you smile sheepishly. Well this is far form the worst thing for you to have hidden inside of you.

“Admiring my handy work kitty?” Sam who has been quiet to just let you experience what your feeling uninterrupted asks with a smile.

He looks positively delighted that your seem to really be enjoying the job he’s done so far. To make you see yourself in a new light with no strings attached. Dress you up for the two of you just to have fun. For this not be about anything more then giving the two of you a good time in the here, and now. It makes Sam feel all warm, and fuzzy in.

“Okay now let me see your ‘claws’ kitty, we got make them match too.” Says Sam as he coats the nail brush in more purple polish.

Doing as he orders you hold out your hand which Sam gently cups with his own to hold still.

“Don’t stiffen up your fingers it’s better if you just let your hand go limp I got, I’ll keep it still, yeah just like that.” Sam says an appreciative chirp in his voice as he sees you trying to stick your fingers straight out so he can paint them easier.

Your stomach starts feeling butterflies again. Sam’s so close right now, and the way you are right now it’s almost like your holding hands. Delicately starts painting your finger nails. You feel the tickling once more, though it’s not as bad as before.

It only takes him only a few minutes before he’s finished with your right hand.

“Okay next paw.” Sam says holding out a hand for you to put your own in.

Like before you give it to him limp, and like before he cups your hand and starts painting. Again the romantic undertone makes you blush. Sam’s hand is warm, his grasp gentle. Your eyes can’t help but wander over the strawberry blonde’s freckled faces. Cute, cute, cute. The words echo in your mind as you stare at Sam. Noticing you watching, he flashes his teeth in a wide smile. He can tell what’s going on in your head. Your eyes showing a direct look into your mind.

“Maybe I should dress up as well later, would you like that Shade.” Sam speaks, his voice dripping with sensual suggestion.

You bite your lip, thought of Sam dressing up in something sexy. He giggles, and you find yourself shrinking back a bit with embarrassment. It’s really too obvious that your lusting after him, and with him being right in front of you it makes you all bashful. Which makes Sam look at you with a very amused expressions. He makes a mental note, no doubt him dressing up can be a possible reward for some time in the future.

As he then lets go of your hand he puts the little brush back into the bottle or nail polish.

“There we are all done, just be careful with your hands they should dry in a few minutes.” Says Sam as he grabs some more make stuff.

“Now we just have to do your face and, that will be all for make up alright?” He says assuming you must surely be getting tied for being made to stay still for so long.

Sam grabs a medium size bottle with a small looking brush, that looks almost like a tiny q tip.

“I’m just gonna put a bit of mascara on you, this is going to be right up next to your eye, and your naturally gonna want to close them but please just try to relax, and keep them open this will only take a second, and I won’t touch your eyeball promise.” Sam explains in soft voice, knowing this process can be a little bit difficult.

Bringing the brush right up to your eye, he is right as your first natural instinct is to close your eye to protect it. Yet with a few minutes of careful work you mange to hold them open long for Sam to brush them all neat, and straight. The mascara does wonders for your eyelash making them seem to be a lot more fuller, and have more volume.

“There, now next we have some eyeshadow, you can just close your eyes for this one so it’s not as bad.” Sam then picks up a another smaller brush though this one is shaped more like a little paint brush rather then a q tip.

As you close your eyes you feel him gently do your upper eyelids with a nice dark purple eyeshadow. Once he’s done you blink a few times, and tempted to touch you move a hand towards your eye.

“Ah, don’t do that you’ll mess it up.” Sam grabs your wrist, preventing you you from touching.

He then immediately releases you awkwardly jerking his hand back, he wrings his hands together.

“S-sorry I didn’t mean to grab you like that.” Sam apologizes seeming genuinely remorseful.

You rub the side of you cheek against his shoulder let him know there’s no harm. It seems like Sam was very serious when it came to came to respecting boundaries. Such a sensitive heart, it’s hard to imagine he had you writhing in torturous pleasure just a few hours ago.

Moving on to the next item Sam grabs what looks like almost a black pen of some.

“Close your eyes like before, this is just a little bit of eyeliner.”

Like before you close your eyes, and Sam goes about applying the eyeliner. The extra make on your eyes make them look sharper. It makes them look more in the shape of a women’s, and even a bit feline like, which is a little ironic.

Grabbing something else you start to wonder just how much more stuff Sam is planning to put on your face. Will you even be able to recognize yourself when he’s done?

This time it’s another brush, this one short but larger then the other ones. Tapping the brush into some pallet of make up, Sam begins applying foundation to your face. The color of foundation makes your skin a appear a bit lighter almost, a little pale. Though this is normal an abnormal use of the color, for this look you looking a bit paler is actually perfect. Being thorough to she takes extra care to make sure the change in color is subtle enough for it to blend seamlessly with the rest of your skin.

“Now for the final touch!” Sam says triumphantly as he some lipstick.

Seeing what it is you already make your lips into an O shape before Sam even asks.

“Thanks, good boy, I didn’t even have to ask.” Says Sam as he paints your lips with dark purple colored lipstick.

With the lipstick applied, your lips look just a bit more fuller, as well as just a small bit of shine to them.

“Ok!” Sam then suddenly claps his hands together as he puts down the lip stick.

“Time to accessorize!” Sam nearly shouts as then hops to his feet.

Taking a few more items, he sits back down beaming like a kid in a candy shop.

“First these.” Sam holds up a pair of fishnet legs for you to see.

“Lay on your back, you can’t stand kitty so these will be easier to put on if your laying down.”

You frown feeling a bit to much baby doing it this way, you still reluctantly obey. Laying on your back, you stick out your legs so that Sam can put on the stocking. With two swift moves he does just that. The stocking are actually pretty long them reaching all the way past your knees only to stop right where your thighs meets your as cheeks.

“Now these.” Sam says holding up a matching pairs of fingerless fishnet gloves.

Giving him your ‘paws’ he slides both of the gloves onto you, them reaching a little ways past your elbows. Moving on to the next accessory, you see it’s a collar.

“Check this out Shade, custom collar, even has a tag with your name.” Sam says spinning the black piece of leather around her finger.

Huh, you guess Sam really must have had a sort of archetype to go with the name Shade if he already had a name tag made for part of the outfit. Makes you wonder maybe if you would have pushed for a differ name that you would be getting a different look now. It seems almost likely, that large duffle bag Sam has, is filled with a lot more stuff then just what being used for your outfit now.

Sam shifts around behind you, un-clipping the collar you got form the receptionist he replaces it with the new black leather one. Buckling it, he makes sure it’s secures it loosely around your neck. The collar not really needing to be tightened in any way as the circumference is to small for it to be pulled up off your head without it being unbuckled. He then takes the bell from the old collar, and attaches it to your black one.

“And there, brand new collar for ya kitty.” Sam says curling his lips into a chipper smile as he pets you on the top of your head.

You meow back as a response, glad for the new collar as while the old one wasn’t tight, or **** you, you didn’t like how it was strapped around your neck. This lose one brought a lot more peace of mind, there even being a little line of fur on the inside for extra comfort of the wearer.

“And finally the grand finale.”

Sam holds a wig in his hands, the last piece. Carefully he tucks all of your real hair under the wig, and snuggly fits the fake hair so it won’t fall off. The wig is jet black with purple streaks mixed in. The hair is a simple straight looking style which length falls all the way down to your hips in the back. Having the new hair, it tickles you a little on your bare body, and the extra volume to your head might take some time to get used to. Yet it’s not actually to bad, the wig doesn’t itch, and it doesn’t make your head hot either. In fact you feel like you can probably wear the wig for a long extended period of time no problem.

Standing up, Sam takes a few steps back. He walks around you, circling as he checks you from very angle.

“Perfect!” He exclaims happily seemingly pleased with the result of his handy work.

You feel an aura of lust coming from the femboy as he stands over you. Sam’s gaze exudes both a that of a hungry shark, and a love struck admirer. He thinks you look soooo sexy right now, that goth twist flavor on you making him go wild. Bringing a thumb to his mouth he bites his nail, as he suppress his desire to take you in his arms, and well... take you. Instead he pulls his phone out of his pocket, and switches to his camera.

“Here take a look.” He says turning the phone around so you can use it like a mirror.

You gasp, as you see yourself. Your jaw drops, your eyes go wide. Scene queen, is the first thought that pops into your head as you get a good look at yourself. Your appearance is that of some goth girl who is way out of your league. Sure it’s obvious your a guy, but the feminine air you give off is unmistakable. It’s amazing that Sam was able to do all this. Moving a hand to your face, you touch your cheek, watching the person in the camera do the exact same thing, your still in a bit of shock that’s really you. Your now not just some lonely shut in, your a hot femboy goth. Every bit from the make up, to the fishnets helping to annunciate your female side.

“Like it?” Asks Sam, pretty sure he already knows your answer based of that expression of shock, and wonder on your face.

You nod.

“Knew you would, but I think it’s just a little bit selfish to keep your new look hidden away in just this room?” Sam leans forward with a sly look on his face.

“I think kitty, we should give your new style a spin right?” He speaks with faux thoughtfulness.

Going out, where strangers can see you like this...? As nerve racking as it was before to be seen in public as a naked pet, now you don’t really feel that nervous about it any more. Maybe it’s the fact that Sam will be there by your side, or maybe it’s because no one would be able to recognize you with this make up and, wig. Whatever it is, right now you just feel like you want to show off this sexy new look of yours. Really you kinda of want to just strut yourself. Take a ‘catwalk’ as one might say.

“So what do think Shade care to explore the resort with me?” Sam asks, looking back at you as he’s already walking towards the door.

You don’t even respond, you don’t need to as just trotting after him make Sam get the message. With you now by his side he smiles, and gives you a wink, before throwing open the door to the hallway. You are so ready for this!!