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Title: Getting Ready For Prom
Today was Saturday. The day of the Prom. Paul had managed to get me to agree to go to the Prom with him almost a week ago. I hardly saw Paul at all since our encounter in the hallway. I only saw him briefly each morning when he stopped at my locker to say "Hi" and to tell me how many more days it was until the Prom. Like I needed the reminder! Normally seeing so little of Paul would have left me rather horny, but I had more pressing things on my mind.
I had a fitful night of sleep. I woke up this morning with a strange combination of feelings; Excitement, fear, anticipation, and uncertainity. I milled about the house not knowing what to do, unable to concentrate on anything.
A little before noon, the doorbell rang. When I answered it, I was a bit surprised to see Paul.
"Are you ready to go? We have to start getting you ready for the Prom." Paul said with excitement.
"What?! Now? It is barely noon! The Prom isn't until 7. It can't take that long to get ready, can it?"
"Yes, the Prom is at 7, but the dinner is at 5. That does not give us much time."
"You signed us up for the dinner too?!" I exclaimed. "Going to the Prom is bad enough. At least there the lights will be low and people won't be able to see me so well, but the dinner! I... I..." I struggled to find the words thinking of all the terrible things that could go wrong.
"Oh relax, silly. There is nothing to worry about. By the time I am done getting you ready, you'll be the prettiest girl at the Prom." Paul grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. A short time later we were walking through the door into a nice hotel suite.
"What are we doing here?" I asked confused.
"We need someplace private where we won't be disturbed for a couple of hours and I thought this would be the best place. Besides, after the Prom, we can come back here." Paul said with a wink.
"Now hurry, take off all your clothes." Paul said as he started searching through one of the many bags of stuff that were all over the room. I looked at Paul for a moment, wondering if we really should be fooling around when there was so much to do to get ready. When I didn't start undressing right away, Paul looked up at me.
"Not for that! We have to get you in the shower and apply this moisturizing body wash so your skin is all nice and soft." He said as he pulled a big bottle out from the bag.
Moments later, I was standing in the shower with the hot water spraying down on me. After I had soaked for a bit, Paul turned off the water and started to apply the moisturizer all over my body. Soon I was completely covered from head to toe the white foamy goop. Even my face was covered.
Paul said I had to leave the moisturizer on for 10 minutes. It seemed to take for ever for the 10 minutes to pass. When they finally did, Paul turned on the hot water again and slowly started to rinse me off. At first, I had my eyes closed, enjoying the hot spray of the water. When I opened them I was shocked to see that as the foamy moisturizer washed away, my hair washed away with it. I didn't have much body hair to begin with, but now there was absolutely none to be found.
"Hey! I thought you said that was a moisturizer?! It is taking away all my hair!"
Paul let out a giggle. "It is a moisturizer. It is also a depilatory! A girl has to be silky smooth for her big night." I tried to protest some more, but Paul told me to feel my legs. As my hand caressed my now completely smooth thigh, the feeling was so exciting that I quickly stopped complaining.
After Paul had finished drying me off we went back to all the bags by the bed. He quickly pulled out a pair of panties and tossed them to me. "Put those on and then sit in this chair" I held the panties up. They were a lovely soft pink. The material was shiny, slippery satin. I noticed that the panties had two layers so both the outside and inside had the same shiny slippery satin material. Around the waistband were 2 wide rows of lace. The bottom one was white, with a slightly thinner row of pink lace on top. Around the legs were also rows of white lace. I could feel myself stiffening as I admired the pretty panties.
"We don't have time for that" Paul said pointing to my now semi erect cock. "Hurry up and put them on"
As I slid the panties up my legs, I could not help but notice how wonderful the shiny satin material felt as it caressed my silky smooth legs. I also discovered that while the waistband and leg openings fit just right, in between the satin material was rather loose. I looked up at Paul. "Why are these panties so loose in the center?" Paul just giggled and said "Take a few steps in them, you'll find out."
I did as he suggested and very soon found out that with each step, my growing penis rubbed against the soft satin panty fabric. I let out a moan as I enjoyed the delicious feeling.
"I knew you'd love them! Now sit down in the chair, we don't have time for you to fool around."
I sat in the chair and Paul quickly got on his knees and started placing cotton balls between each of my toes. I was about to ask what he was doing when he took out a bottle of nail polish. "I was going to use a nice pink polish, but I thought it would be better for you to wear something that stood out a bit more" Paul said as the first strokes of the tiny brush turned my toe nails a bright red.
"That is really bright. Maybe you should use the pink instead. I don't want to draw attention to myself." I said with some apprehension.
"You're supposed to be noticed! Besides, your toes won't be the first thing people notice tonight" Paul said with a smile.
While Paul waited for the first coat of polish to dry on my toes, he turned his attention to my fingers. I thought he was just going to apply polish on my finger nails too. With out thinking, I remarked "I wish my fingernails were longer". Paul looked up and smiled. "Don't worry, they'll be plenty long enough." as he held up a box. "Acrylic Nails" the package said.
"Really!?" I asked excitedly. "Perfect nails are important for a big night like this." I watched as Paul took out a nail and applied some glue to it before pressing it onto my first finger. I looked down at the instant transformation. "Wow! That is really long! Do you think it is too long? I don't want people staring at me." "Relax, they are perfect. Besides these are only the medium long ones."
Paul had just finished applying the nails and was beginning to paint them with the same bright red polish as on my toes, when I started to worry again. "How well are those nails attached? I don't have to worry about them coming off do I".
"Don't worry, they stay put. They are meant to be worn for a long time."
"Long time? You mean like all day?"
"Like all week, or actually several weeks."
"Weeks! I can't wear these nails for weeks!" I exclaimed in a panic.
"Don't worry! We can just dissolve the glue with nail polish remover. They'll come right off."
"Are you sure?"
"Um, sure. I think so... I think they'll come off." Paul's answer did little to reassure me, but as I watched him transform one nail after another to a bright red object of desire, I soon forgot about my concerns.
Soon enough, Paul had applied two coats of polish and a clear top coat to each finger and toe. I held my hands out in front of me this way and that admiring my new nails, fascinated by their allure. My admiration was interrupted when Paul handed me a sheer pair of nylons. They were so sheer that at first I thought they were beige, but then saw that they were really a light pink. I also noticed that they were extremely soft.
"They are silk." Paul answered, when he noticed me caressing the nylons. "Now hurry up and put them on. We don't have time for you to play around." I tried to roll up the first nylon, but found it a bit awkward with my long nails. "Maybe you had better put them on for me. I don't want to put a run in them."
Paul quickly took the nylon from me and had me hold up my leg. As he slowly slid the sheer silk up my smooth legs, I gave a little shudder, enjoying the sensual feeling. Once the second nylon was on, Paul had me stand up as he kneeled in front of me to put on the garterbelt that he fished out of one of the bags. It was pink too, with lace covered straps that each had a large pink bow on the end and several layers of pink lace across the waist. As Paul reached behind me to hook the belt, I could feel his warm breath against the bulge of my half erect cock in my pretty pink satin panties. Next his hands ran up my right leg as he made sure the stocking was in place before attaching it to the garter. I let out a moan as my body tingled from the sensual feeling. When Paul finished with the other stocking, he gently kissed my now completely erect cock through the panties. I moaned my approval as Paul pulled down the front of my panties to expose my erection. He gave my lenght a soft lick before twirling his tongue around the head as it slipped past his lips. "I thought you said we didn't have time to play?" I teased. With a pop, Paul's mouth left my penis. "You are right." he smiled as he quickly tucked me back in my panties and stood up.
I groaned in frustration. "You are such a tease!"
"You won't complain when you see what is next." Paul said as he reached into another bag. He pulled something out and held them out. I could not figure out what it was and was just about to ask, when Paul tossed one over to me.
"What... Oh My God!!!" I exclaimed as I examined the item in my hand. "Breast forms! They feel so real!" I said, imagining that if I had ever felt a woman's breasts that this is exactly what they'd feel like. "They are so big! ...and heavy"
"They are as close to the real thing as you can get. They are not too big - they are only a 'B' cup. Well... maybe a 'C'... or maybe a bit bigger." Paul explained apprehensively, hoping I would not protest their size, but I was too busy running my fingers over the erect nipple to pay attention to what he was saying.
"OK, enough play. We need to get these on you." Paul said as he took the breast away from me. "Lay back and hold your arms out away from your body." I did as Paul asked and watched as he spread adhesive on the back of each breast in turn and carefully positioned them on my chest before pressing them into place. I was so excited, I didn't even think to ask Paul how we would remove them at the end of the night. Once they were in place, Paul carefully painted on some kind of latex that completely hid the seam where the breast form met my skin. By the time he was finished, they looked completely real.
When Paul had me stand back up, I was surprised how the weight of my new breasts changed my center of gravity. He had me walk around a bit. With each step, I could feel and see my breasts bounce and sway slightly. It was like walking for the first time as I got used them. Compounding my excitement, every step I took I could feel my silky nylons rubbing together and feel the soft satin material of my panties caressing my rigid cock. I could not help caressing my breasts, running my fingers over the erect nipples.
"Time for your bra." Paul said handing me a skimpy pink all lace bra. The cups seemed so small I wondered how the bra would ever hold me. I got the bra on, but with my new long fingernails, I had trouble clasping it in the front. Paul helped me and then adjusted by bra and breasts so every thing fit just right. I looked down and saw how the bra pushed together and lifted up my breasts making them look even larger. Again Paul had me walk around a bit. With every step, I could feel my breasts bounce up and down. I had worn bras many times before, but this was totally different. The feel of the bra straps pressing into my shoulders and the weight of the breasts were a fantasic new experience.
All to soon. Paul stopped me and had me sit back in the chair. He said it was time for my makeup, but first he wanted to cleanup my eyebrows a little. I was a bit apprehensive when he pulled out a pair or tweezers. "You can't pluck my eyebrows!" I protested. "Relax, I'm just making them look a little neater. No one will even notice the difference." Reluctantly I let him proceed. After quite awhile, he was still plucking with no end in site. "You aren't going to far are you? You seem to be plucking quite a few hairs." I asked with concern. "Of course I am not going to far. It just seems like a lot because I am only doing one hair at a time." Finally Paul announced he was done. I reached my hand up to feel his handiwork, but Paul slapped my hand away saying we had to hurry getting me ready.
He then began to apply what seemed like an endless supply of makeup - First, my eyes, Paul explaining the intended effect as he worked: thick mascara to highlight my lashes, black eyeliner to draw attention to my eyes, eye shadow to accent them. Next, my face, foundation to even out my skin texture, a light blush to highlight my cheeks. And finally my lips, lip liner to bring definition to my lips, bright red lipstick to draw attention to them, and a clear gloss coat to make them shine. When the makeup was finally finished, Paul opened a large box and pulled out a wig. I let out a gasp when I saw it. Paul held it up for me to admire. It had long flowing tresses of light blond hair, lots of body and just a hint of a curl that I imagined would frame my face wonderfully. "I was originally going to get a brunette one, but then I remembered that blonds are supposed to have more fun." Paul placed the wig on me and carefully adjusted it, pinning it to my own hair to make sure it would stay firmly in place. The long locks of hair caressing my back and shoulders caused me to squirm in my seat. When he was finished, I was dying to see what I looked like, but Paul would not let me look in a mirror. "No peeking until we are all done" was his answer.
Next Paul went to another bag and pulled out a half slip. "All good girls wear a slip under their dresses" he giggled. As I held the garment, I saw that this was no ordinary slip, it was a petticoat. It consisted of at least a dozen layers of sheer white pleated nylon and lace layers. As I carefully pulled it up my legs, I felt a shiver run through my body as the soft fabric caressed my legs. Once I had it on, I could not resists swishing back and forth to feel the delicate material caress my legs. Looking down, I notice that because of the way the slip flared out, it gave me me a nice hourglass figure making it look like I had the hips of a woman.
While I was busy swishing, Paul went over to the closet and pulled out the dress he had selected for me to wear to the Prom. I let out a gasp when I saw it. It was a short pink satin dress with a delicate pink lace overlay. It had thin spaghitti straps to show off my shoulders and the neckline was a deep V to show off my cleavage. The top of the dress looked like it would be rather form fitting, but the bottom flared out to match the flare of my petticoat. My hands were shaking as Paul helped me step into the dress. As he slowly raised it I could hear the delicate russling of the slippery satin. My arms went through the straps as Paul fitted the dress to my body. A moment later, I heard the distinct sound of Paul raising the zipper in the back of the dress. I could feel the soft satin material pressing against my body, the tightness of the dress surprising me a little. Certainly none of my boy clothes ever felt like this. I found the sensation rather comforting.
Paul reached under the hem of my dress and straightened out my slip before asking how I liked the dress. "It is wonderful!" I gushed "It is so pretty and feminine! But it is kind of short don't you think?" I asked as I noticed that the hem of the dress stopped several inches above my knees. I also noticed that the petticoat was almost the same lenght as the dress, so that any movement would show off some of the sheer lacy material.
"It is not too short! It is perfect for a pretty girl like you! After all, we want to show off your silky smooth legs, not hide them."
Looking down at my chest I was fascinated to see how the neckline of the dress showed off and even seemed to enhance my cleavage. I could just see the pink lace of my bra peeking out from under the dress. "My bra is showing." I said as I ran my hands over my breasts. "Just a little" Paul reassured me. "You notice it because you are looking down, I'm sure no one else will notice."
"There is one more thing you need" Paul said as he pulled out a shoe box from one of the bags.
"Oh!" I exclaimed as I took the box from him. Opening the box, I pulled out a pair of the sexiest heels I had ever seen. They were opened toe, with four tiny straps crossing over each other in front to make a double X pattern and two thin straps in the back that would wrap around the ankle. All the straps were covered with sparkly pink rhinestones and everything perched upon tiny stiletto heels. "Oh my God! They are so beautiful! I always wanted to wear heels!" I said with giddy excitement. "Wow! The heels are kind of tall aren't they?" I asked as I noticed for the first time that the heels were about 4 inches tall.
"Nonsense! They are the perfect height to show off your legs and give you a sexy little strut." Paul replied as he took the shoes from me and placed one and then the other on my feet. "Stand up and see how they feel."
"The heels are so tall" I worried as I wobbled a little on the tiny stilettos. "Try walking around a bit. You'll get used to them in no time." Paul reassured me. After a rocky first couple of steps with Paul holding my arm for support, I began to find my balance. In a few minutes, I was not doing too bad, no longer needing Paul's support. "You are doing great! Try looking up though" I smiled in embarrassment, not realizing that I was concentrating so hard that I was staring at the ground for every step. Ten minutes later, I was strutting from one end of the suite and back again with only the occasional wobble. I was amazed at how the heels stretched out my calves and gave my hips a very nice side to side wiggle. I was getting comfortable enough to realize that with every step, I could feel the delicate lacy slip caress my nylon encased silky smooth legs. I could feel my constant erection sliding against the soft satin of my pink panties. I could feel the slight bouncing of my breasts with every step. It was at that moment that I felt more like a woman than I ever imagined possible. I realized my dream, I WAS a woman!
"Just a few final touches" Paul said as he held up a delicate gold chain with a sparkling pink pendant dangling from it. Paul stepped behind me and carefully attached the necklace around my neck. Looking down I saw that the pendant rested right at the top of my cleavage. "Isn't the chain kind of long?" I asked "People will be staring at my chest".
"I know!" was Paul's only answer. Next he had me hold out my wrist and he attached a pretty gold bracelet. Paul took my other hand and slipped a small diamond ring over my finger. "Do I have to wear so much jewelry?" I asked, not being used to wearing any at all, it seemed like a lot.
"You're going to the Prom silly, of course you have to wear jewelry!" Paul giggled.
"And now to complete the look... Earrings!" Paul exclaimed as he held up a pair of dangly gold earrings. "I can't wear earrings!" I exclaimed "My ears aren't pierced... Oh no! You are not going to pierce my ears are you!?" I asked in fear.
"Stop worrying so much! They are clip on earrings." Relieved, I let Paul attach the earrings. I shook my head slightly trying to get used to the feeling the earrings tickling my neck as the moved about. At the same time, I could not help but lightly caress my satin encased body.
"Come on, we have to go." Paul said jolting me from my revelry. "What?! So soon? I want to see what I look like first!" "You will soon enough, trust me you look fantastic." Paul said "Oh, I almost forgot, here is the final touch" Paul said as he handed me a small pink purse that was covered in sequins. "Oh how cute!" I exclaimed as I grabbed it from Paul. "It's so heavy!" I remarked, surprised that such a tiny purse could weigh so much. Opening it up, I saw that it was full of makeup. "A girl always has to look her best" Paul explained.
With that, Paul put his arm around mine and started pulling me towards the door. Concentrating on each step I was taking prevented me from putting up much resistance, and before I knew it, I was in the hallway with Paul and the door shut behind us. Nervously, I looked up and down the hall and was relieved that it was empty. As we walked to the elevators, the loud clicking sound my every step made on the marble floor, made me apprehensive, but also sent shivers down my spine.
We waited a moment at the elevator before the doors opened. I was relieved to see that it was empty. We stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. I let out a gasp when I looked up and saw a beautiful woman with long blond hair and a pretty pink dress standing right in front of me. It took me several seconds to realize that I was staring at my reflection in the mirrored doors of the elevator. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I exclaimed as I hopped up and down in excitement, unable to find words to express my feelings. I gave Paul a kiss and a big hug as I said "Thank you!" over and over again.
"See? I told you to trust me" Just then the doors to the elevator opened at the lobby. Paul took my arm and escorted me out towards the front door. the lobby was rather crowded and the clicking of my heels was evident even over all the other noise. I felt a bit uneasy being around all these people. I noticed several men looking at me. "People are staring at me" I whispered worried that people could tell I was not a woman. "Doesn't it feel nice? Guys always take notice of a beautiful woman." Paul asked.
I blushed, both at Paul's words and at the realization that he was right, they were looking at a beautiful woman. We made our way out the front door, the doorman holding the big door open for me. "This is nice" I thought to myself as I gave the young door man a thankful smile. The valet had already brought the car around and he opened the door for me. "I could get used to this" I thought as I started to enter the car. Unfortunately being unused to my heels caused me to more fall into the car than to actaully sit down. I looked down to see that my dress had ridden up my thighs quite a bit. "Have to be more careful getting into cars" I thought as I looked up to see a big smile on the valet's face indicating that he too had notice my dress. I blushed and smiled back as I straightened out the hem of my dress, feeling both embarrassed and a bit excited from the valet's apprecitive stare.
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