A Simple Life: Chapter 93 (Patreon)

I start with a hot shower and a thorough shave.  Thorough as in EVERYTHING from bottom of my nose right down to my feet.  Not that I had much hair coming in, and it being so fine and a pale blond it was nearly invisible when it did anyhow, but I wanted to do this right.  I wanted to look and feel as good as I could.  For her, but even more for me.

After a good steamy wash and rinse I lather up then shave one part at a time.  My face is taken care of first then left leg, right leg, left arm, right arm, chest, stomach, and so on.  Following the soft contours of my body the razor feels great gliding across my fair flesh, my wispy hair proving no challenge at all for the steel blades, and the warm stream of fresh water feeling fantastic as it rinsed the now baby smooth skin.  For my tenders I switch to a new blade and trade out the cream for the special body butter I used for just this purpose.  With a practiced hand I start at the base of the dick, keeping the strokes short and controlled and the skin smooth and tight, then move onto my sack.  Thankfully I was blessed with a naturally hairless back and bum so those hard to reach areas I am able to skip.

My skin all tingly and happy I dry off then finish up with a bit of powder here and a bit of lotion there.  Wiping off the steamed up mirror I admire my handiwork.  No cuts, no burns, just silky, supple skin.  Perfect.

With a nice clean foundation with which to work I next turn to the makeup.  This part I was not nearly so versed in, but this wasn’t my first time anymore either.  I follow the steps Winona had used on me precisely.  It was darn hard not smile as I reminisced about how she held me down and made me into beautiful Althea.  With a steady hand and patience I watch myself slowly transform from Avery to baby girl.  Foundation, blush, shadow, liner, the layers are painted on one by one.  Long dark lashes, bubblegum pink lips, soft hints of color to accentuate my large eyes and soft features.  Wow.  I think I did even better than she had!

I stand back from the mirror and study my face for any blemish or imperfection.  I find none.  I practice a few feminine expressions and batting of the eyes and end up giggling at myself.

Next came my cage which slips onto me like I was born to wear it.  I cannot help but smile as I lock it up tight.  Only she could release me now.  I slip into her pink panties and pull them snug.  They didn’t quite fit as tight as the ones she’d bought me, which were still in the dirty clothes, but they weren’t noticeably baggy or anything.  They would do just fine for tonight.  After that I do my nails.  Smoothing them, shaping them, and then painting them with the lightest shade of polish that Winona had, which was a sort of rich red that unfortunately clashed with the pastel pink of my lips.  Ah well.  With Winona’s tone and hair being so different from mine her palate just wasn’t made for a blond.  It was the best I could do.

And then, at last, I turn to look at the pantyhose.  I open it.  I pull it from the packaging.  I feel its sheer nylon texture against my palm.  Mmm.  The last time I dared touch a pair of hose that I was intending to wear was all those years ago when Jack and Josh humiliated me and my mother punished me.  And yet…that memory which normally felt like yesterday suddenly felt like it happened in a different lifetime altogether.  I let them drape free and gently give them a stretch.  Sitting down on the toilet seat I point my right toe in a classy ballerina sort of way, nestle into the toe of the hose, and pull that leg up to just above my knee.  Carefully I turn and smooth the garment so that my toes sat right, my heel fit right, and everything was just as it should be.  The sensation of that diaphenous fabric against my freshly shaved skin was…ohhhh it was nice!  I feel a stirring down below but my clit-cage keeps everything small and contained just like I wanted it right now.  I do the same with my other leg, admiring how the dark translucent hose showed off the shape of my calves.  Standing up I pull the nylons tight and smooth it all out, checking and double checking for any snags or ladders.  Again.  Perfect.  The pale skin beneath the black fabric was pure sensual elegance with the polka dots keeping it fun.  Even better, the dark hose suddenly made my choice of nail polish look incredible.

I twist and walk and just move around in the cramped washroom just to feel myself move.  The panties, the hose, the cage…it all felt more natural than skin.  I slip into the shirt and do what I can to arrange it to flatter my nonexistent bust.  I wonder if Winona might buy me a padded bra someday too.  Next comes the skirt which slips over my hips like a dream.

My hair I do what I can with.  Thankfully I had some length to it right now so I am able to get it back into a super cute ponytail.  I had some loose bangs left at the front but somehow they added to the look more than they detracted from it.

Done.  Baby girl achieved.

I preen and swish about the washroom then spin and stop to look at myself in the mirror.  AHHH!  I looked so wonderful!  So natural!  So completely feminine!  I bet if I walked down the street of a town not my own nobody would have even had a clue.  The whole package had come together so very nice, the lively sparkle in my blue eyes the sweet cherry on top.  I wished Grandpa could see me.  I bet he wouldn’t believe what a pretty grandson he had.  He would smile and he would hug me and he would be proud of me.  I just knew he would.

Feeling every bit as incredible as I looked I stride back out into the main room with a sassy sway to my curvy hips.  I smile as I check on Winona still crashed out right where she landed.  I couldn’t wait for her to see!  As I admire her long, goddess figure I find myself wishing that she was laying on her back.  I’m not sure I could have resisted the urge right now to wake her with a gentle, warm blowie.  My mouth actually waters at the mere thought of having her thick cock between my lips again.  That, however, was something I needed to get permission to do.  I make a mental note to ask her that question tonight.

Finding my phone I take a few selfies to study later and maybe show Kayla if I was feeling brave.  Afterward I stand and walk and bend and sway, fine tuning my every motion to align with my newfound femininity.  Quietly I test different tones and inflections in my voice until I find the perfect sound.  As I do so I wondered if female girly-girls had to do this stuff like girly-boys like me did or if it just came natural for them.  Not that it was so hard.  Once I settled into it it all just kind of flowed.  Once I felt confident in my vibe I look down at Brutus and give him a twirl.

“What do you think?”  I say in my new inflection.  He blinks his approval to which I giggle and blow him a kiss.  “You are too kind good sir.”

After a few more minutes I rub my hands.  As fun as all this was I had a hungry belly to feed.  Feeling like some mid-twentieth century housewife, a feeling I find peculiarly empowering for some reason, I cinch my apron on and set to work making my hard working Daddy her supper.

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