The transformation was about to begin. Becky was about to emerge. It was only a matter of time before she’d be herself again.
It was the third time she’d visited me, and she knew the ritual by now. She knew that my makeovers required a fastidious attention to detail and, feeling slightly vulnerable dressed in only a satin robe, she was content to let me perform my artistry on her face, a process she found utterly cathartic in fact. First I made a beautiful porcelain base on her skin, lightly dusting it with some powder to set it. A touch of blusher gave her cheeks a lovely glow (although this was only adding to the natural glow that had set in as soon as she had entered my studio), and then onto the eyes. Becky had already assisted in this process by shaping her eyebrows in a feminine way, so adding brow pomade with a brush merely emphasised their neat and classy shape.
Becky already had beautiful eyes, they just required a touch of colour and femininity to really bring them out. The eye makeup chosen for this look was intended to match the outfit for this particular transformation, so I applied a lighter shimmery pink to the lids while choosing a deeper, darker red around the eye sockets to make Becky’s gorgeous blue eyes really pop. Some black eyeliner just above her upper lashes gave her eyes a very feline quality, but it was the thick black eyelashes that I put on her that really brought the glamour.
Lastly, vixen-like glossy red lipstick was slicked on, giving Becky a vampish quality. That was Becky’s face complete. She was becoming a Hollywood siren, but of course needed those starlet-style waves in her hair to really shine on the silver screen. Becky had never been a redhead before, but cascading crimson curls were just what was missing in this look. I placed the wig on Becky and tenderly ran a hairbrush through those waves until she was styled immaculately, finishing off with a dash of hairspray.
It was time for Becky to step out of her silky gown and to step in to something far more suitable. I had prepared a set of red lace lingerie in her size: a bra, panties and suspender matching set that would be ideal for this look. I helped her step into the panties and pulled them up over her shapely bottom at the back, and made sure she was well tucked-in at the front, so that there was no room for manhood, only womanliness. I placed her bra straps over her smooth shoulders and fastened it at the back. I reached in front of Becky from behind to touch her blossoming breasts, and asked, “Would you like a little help here?”. A rhetorical question since I knew that she enjoyed having voluptuous large breasts, and that was easy enough to accomplish by slipping in some enhancement into the bra cup. I slid behind her once more to feel those breasts. Becky seemed to swoon a little. We were definitely on the right track with this transformation!
I anticipated that Becky would need some assistance with her suspender belt and hosiery. After all, a six-strap garter belt can be a challenge for the less initiated to fasten. Once on her waist, it was time for the stockings to go on, red seamed nylon fully-fashioned stockings to adorn Becky’s long, slender legs and bring so much elegance! I helped her put the nylons on from the toe, working my way upwards so that she could feel that wonderful silky sensation unique to this type of vintage-style stockings. I took delight in the ceremony of clipping each suspender strap slowly in turn, adjusting each strap so that the stocking tops were positioned perfectly to frame Becky’s gorgeous bottom. I smoothed over the stockings, running my hands all over them. They looked delicious!
A stunning and slinky figure-hugging red velvet dress was beckoning Becky into it. This dress had real class, and ended just below the knee, although I had a sneaking suspicion that I might have been lifting that dress up a bit higher later in our session. She stepped into it with ease and I zipped it up at the back. It emphasised Becky’s slim physique to a tee.
The final touch to the whole look was to come now in the form of a shiny pair of red high heeled shoes in Becky’s size. She stepped into them, and after a little training with my supportive arm to lead the way, she was gliding around the room with graceful effortlessness. What a screen siren!
Then for the final reveal, a key part of our transformative ritual! I took Becky’s arm, instructed her to close her eyes, and guided her to my full-length mirror. Having been a blonde sissy in pink and a brunette satin maid before in my sessions, what would she make of this rather more stylish makeover? I held her hand as I told her to open her eyes. Her hands covered her face in astonishment and glee. Becky was a vision in crimson and she was delighted! The transformation was complete…but now it was playtime!