Dressing up

The first outfit that I put on was pretty basic - sheer pantyhose, mini skirt and a tight feminine shirt. Under the shirt I had a plain bra, we used pantyhose to fill the C sized cups.

I did not get to see myself until the girls finished my makeup and hair. When they finally placed a mirror in front of my face I could not recognize myself; there was a sexy girl looking back at me. I was vaguely aware that makeup could do wonders, but I had never imagined these wonders on myself. And, mind you, that was not a thick layer of plaster with my entire face redrawn. No, I was informed by the girls that they simply enhanced my natural beauty and brought it out into the prominence. That is not a compliment a man might want to hear from women, but at that point it made me glad, even proud to a certain point. My inner narcist was coming out of the closet; I had always enjoyed being pretty, so why should I not embrace being sexy?

Before I stood up from the chair Dani put on a pair of eight centimetre heels on my feet. She informed me that they were just a training pair and I would have to learn to walk in thirteen centimetre heels. At first I was slightly afraid of losing balance, but it soon turned out that walking in such heels was pretty easy. I had a feeling though that the additional five centimetres would make a significant difference. But I was not supposed to just walk, my ultimate goal was to look feminine and sexy and high heels were just one of many steps towards it.