oh the places you will go

You wonder around early in the morning and see a few other girls carrying shoes, oh my god the walks of shame. The girls exchanged a knowing glance to one another and finally you. "They think I'm one of them!" you thought, they think I'm a girl, a girl who got laid last night.

The stray thought rekindled your anger at Brian. "No of course not. If we had he'd probably make sure I was out of the house before the brothers saw, like there's something wrong with me!" What IS wrong with me?! You thought, why were you hurt by Brian not wanting people to think you two slept together? You wore your disguise for the same reason, didn't you? You continued walking and found yourself in a new strip mall. The area was really growing fast. A woman suddenly stood in front of you and handing you a flyer.

"Come to Mary's, facial cleansings, hair stylings, makeovers! Whatever you could want." She exclaimed. She was a very pretty girl with long hair and large breasts you felt jealous of more than you were aroused. "

I don't have any money." You said, just now realizing you left all your money and I.D. on Brian's floor.

"Then you're in luck girl, today and today only full makeovers are free, all you have to do is sign up for a store card." She smiled once more

"Sounds great," you said finally managing to get free of the girl. You found yourself wondering the strip once more finding yourself standing in front of Mary's. The store was starting to fill in with many girls ranging from pre-teens trying to learn makeup for the first time to old women desiring a new look after so many years.

You noticed a few men staring at you in the strip, some were looking on in arousal, others looked like they were trying to decipher a truth. You decided it would be best for your safety to look more feminine. Had you had your wallet you'd simply buy some clothes, but you had to take advantage of the freebies offered you.

Once inside you came to the makeup station and in your best girly voice you could manage said: "I-i'd like a makeover." You said handing her the flyer as if it could tell her more than you already had.

The woman smiled "Sure thing hun, I'm Karen." she cheered at you before grabbing your hand and taking you to the back to a wash station.

"I'm Doe" you said quietly, studying her face for disbelief and finding none. She leaned you back in the chair and ran warm water over your medium length hair.

"You have such beautiful hair." she exclaimed "I'm so jealous!" you felt a sense of pride at making a girl jealous of your looks. She asked you about your plans for today and told her you didn't really have a plans. Finally she asked you if you saw the game last night and you let it slip you knew the quarterback. She cooed down at you standing you up and taking you to a stylist's chair. "Oh really? And how do you know him?" You almost said you were frat brothers but realized that wouldn't be wise but there was only one other way you knew him, and you were terrible at lying.

"I've dated him." you finally relented.

"Ooh lucky girl," she said giving you a small hug. "He's such a hunk." she said and you agreed.

"Are you going out again?" she asked.

"Well...we were supposed to but I don't know." she looked at your eyes in the mirror.

"What did he do?" she asked almost defensive.

"He said something stupid."

She scoffed "When aren't men saying something stupid." She laughed and you couldn't help but join in.

"So do you want to go out with him again or?" she left the words to hang.

"I," you thought for a moment and god help you, you did want to go out again. "I do. I don't think he'll want to go out with me again though." She looked at you in the mirror still, the wheels turning in her head.

"Tell you what, you trust yourself unto my hands and I'll have him begging your hand in marriage!" she laughed once more and you smiled back at her and nodded. She went to work straight away on your hair, you found being pampered very soothing and found yourself falling asleep in the chair.

Brian was on his knees in a luxurious hotel room kissing the laced feet of a beautiful woman. He slowly, and sensually kissed his way up from the tops of her feet to her shins, to her knees, to her thighs. He kissed the front of her white panties before looking up and smiling at her. His strong hands gripped the sides of her panties and pulled them straight off revealing her tiny cock. Wait, that wasn't her tiny cock, it was your tiny cock! You felt Brian lift your lower half as he positioned his cock at the edge of your ass. "I love you, Mrs. Wilk," he whispered.

Karen's gentle hand on your shoulder woke you up. "Time for your makeup hun.," she said standing you up.

"Sorry I fell asleep."

"It happens more than people think. Were you dreaming of your quarterback?" she giggled. She giggled even harder when you blushed. You were sat in another chair by the store's bay windows. Anyone walking past could see you! Karen came back with various jars and brushes she had taken off the rack. "When I'm done with you he's going to be fawning all over you.

For the next hour, she applied many different things, you tried to keep up but couldn't manage. Finally, she was finished. "Are your ready for the big reveal?" she asked standing you up in front of one of the store's many floor-length mirrors. Standing before you was a beautiful girl with immaculate makeup and a beautiful updo.

"Are, those flowers?" she somehow placed flowers in your hair along the braids. She looked so beautiful and when you realized it was you that looked so beautiful you wanted to cry, but you didn't want to ruin your makeup.

"You're gorgeous." A customer said, "do you mind?" she held up her phone and you smiled as she snapped a picture. You found you loved being fawned over.

A little girl pointed at you and told her mother "I want to look like her!"

Karen pushed a card into your hand, "I have to get back to work, text me, let me know how things go with the quarterback." She took the little girl's hand and took her to the back. The cashier catches you before you leave "Miss, you forgot to sign up for your store card for your free makeover." You giggled at yourself for being so silly and filled out the form checking off boxes for emailed makeup and hair tips. Without thinking you signed the name you had given Karen and left.

Outside in the cool light of day, you notice men and women both looking at you, some with lust from both men and women. You find a book store, not sure what else you could do with no money. The store was awfully trusting having tables outside with a few bookshelves. You sit down outside to enjoy the warm sun as you read an Agatha Christie novel.

Suddenly a chair is sat across from you and a coffee placed in front of your book. You looked up expecting Brian but when your eyes adjusted to the glaring sun you see a strange guy smiling at you. "You looked so lonely I thought I might join you." You swallow nervously.

"Thank you, for the coffee." You say quietly taking a sip.

"So are you from around here? I'm sure I'd recognize someone as pretty as you."

"No I'm from back east. I go to college here though," you say in your best female voice.

"Oh really what's your major?"

"That's up in the air." He nods taking a sip from his coffee.

"So do you have a boyfriend."

"That's up in the air too." You both laugh as you trace your finger around the lid of your coffee. Suddenly Brian's mustang comes into view and quickly pulls into a parking spot. He stands out of his car and is very clearly staring at you.

"Is that him?" he asks.

"Yeah," you tell him. He writes a number down on his napkin and pushes it to you.

"If it doesn't work out with that guy, give me a call." He winks before standing to leave.

"T-thank you?" you're not sure how to react but you take the napkin reading his name from it "Dean." You stare at your book pretending to read, not at all watching Brian sit at the chair across from you. "Who was that?" he asks sounding more than a bit jealous, why does that make you happy?

"Oh him? That was Dean." You sneak a peek at Brian over the top of your book

"Oh" he's obviously jealous, and...something else. "What were you talking about?"

"We were talking about going out." you tried to sound as casually as possible as if guys asked you out all the time.

"Oh." You peek again and he obviously seemed hurt and you feel a pain in your heart.

"I mean, he-he asked me if I had a boyfriend," you explained putting your book down. Brian still looked like a kicked puppy.

"W-what did you tell him?" he seemed flustered.

"I told him it was complicated." Brian rubbed the stubble, he normally was clean-shaven. He looked good with stubble, very manly. "What should I have told him?" He clears his throat and shifts in his seat finally looking you in your eyes.

"You look amazing." you knew he was changing the subject and yet still your heart fluttered.

"Thanks, I got a makeover," you say pulling a stray hair behind your ear.

"What are you doing here?" you ask after a long uncomfortable silence.

"I found this on my floor." He slid your wallet across the table.

"Oh thank god!" you take the wallet and give it a kiss. You were lost without it. You slide it back to brian when you realize you don't have pockets. "I guess you'll have to keep this until we get back home." You stand up "I'll go wash this stuff off." brian looks at your sad face and grabs your hand.

"No, don't. You look great. I have an idea."

A few minutes later you're in another store picking out a purse and a new wallet, and a new skirt, some new pants, a few tops, and a new coat. One thing you've always loved is shopping and getting new stuff. Finally done Brian pays using your wallet, you realize that to anyone else it looks like a boyfriend taking his girlfriend on a shopping spree. Which you guess is true enough. Is it? You realize that brian never did answer you as he drives you back home.

"Do you remember the game last night?" you finally ask.

"Not much of it, I remember getting hit and...did you get onto the sidelines?"

He didn't remember, "Yeah I did. I was, worried about you." He laughed and you placed your hand in his. His hands were so big and rough like a man's should be. Your hands were small and delicate so what does that make you? "Is that all you remember?"