A pair of breasts

The first thing she grabs is a large pair of fake tits. “Here, hold this up against your chest. It’s going to take a little bit for the adhesive to dry.”

“Adhesive?” I ask.

“Don’t worry,” she says, “There is a special soap that came with it to remove the adhesive.”

“Fine,” I say. I take the breast forms, which must be at least a D-cup, and using both hands I hold them against my chest.

“I’m going to do your makeup now,” she says.

She grabs some makeup supplies from her vanity and brings them over to me. She has me pucker my lips and she applies hot pink lipstick. She has me close my eyes and she applies dark blue eyeshadow, and she applies a good amount of rouge to my face. She goes back to her dresser and comes back with a bottle of pink nail polish. She gets on the ground and begins painting my toenails.

“Wait, is that necessary?” I ask, “No one will see my feet.”

“So?” she says, “Don’t move too much, I don't want to get any on your feet.”

When she’s done she says, “Now stand up and turn around.”