The Greatest Summer Ch. 02

The Greatest Summer

Ch.2

En Femme

We shared girly stories and drank a few more cosmos late into the night. Sex in the City had shifted into infomercials and that's when we called it quits. My mom stood up with a little drunken wobble and told us to go upstairs and get to bed. We were getting our nails done in the morning and we needed some much needed beauty sleep.

All four of us girls marched up the stairs. At the landing, my mom pulled me aside.

"This is for the best sweet heart. I can't wait to see what life has in store for my daughter."

I was very drunk by then and giggled when she said daughter. It felt strange to me, like something that was always there but lost long ago. We hugged and went to our separate wings. The clicking of our heels on the hardwood floors was a sound I would soon get used to.

Each of girls went into our own rooms and curled into the large four post bed that awaited us. My room, which is usually kept very neat had become disheveled when we were opening the boxes and bags. Sheer pink paper was spread all over the floor and box tops and bags were thrown all over. "I'll deal with it in the morning" I said to myself.

When I got to the bed, I noticed my sheets were completely changed out. They use to be white with a black comforter on top. The curtains over my bed were black as well. But now everything was a light shade of pink. I blushed. Martha must have come up here and changed out my sheets and curtains while we were downstairs. In front of the bed I stepped onto something very soft that muted my heels. It was a very fluffy rose pink carpet.

I'd have to thank her in the morning for that.

I wobbled over to my bed and pulled back the frilly comforter to find silk sheets, just like my pajamas. I crawled into bed and felt the ecstasy of being caressed in silk for the first time. My head touched the pillow which was also silk, but I couldn't sleep. There was too many things on my mind. "What just happened tonight? Was this all real? Am I comfortable with all of this?" My mind went from one thought to the next.

Eventually I became uncomfortable with the tape holding back my penis. I was becoming hard with the thought of everything that happened tonight and what lay in the future. I reached my hand gently into my panties and tugged at the duct tape. It stuck on a little too well and hurt when I ripped it off. With a quick pull, I gasped at the pain that ran through my spine. Maybe a different method of hiding my little manly parts was necessary.

With the tape off and pain gone, my erection came back and I began to stroke myself. Since I was so small I only needed a few fingers and my thumb to achieve climax. I jerked off silently in the comfort of my own room. Within a few minutes I came and laid there for a moment, overcome with my orgasm. Then I looked at the cum that coated my hand for a moment, the thought rushed past my mind. Becky and Chloe both had their boyfriends sperm. We've talked about it before, and they told me how delicious it is. Most of the time it's salty, but if they eat a lot of fruit like pineapple it can become sweet. The idea wouldn't leave my head. "What does mine taste like?"

I slowly brought the palm of my hand to my face and smelt it. The scent was brilliant. A bit musky, a bit salty, and brilliant. I brought out my tongue to get a little taste. When my tongue touched the cum, I exploded with joy. It was just like they said, a bit salty, but delicious. I greedily licked it all off my hand. Then, just as I was about to finish licking it up, I became hard again. But this time when I jerked, I wasn't thinking of girls from school, or women on TV. I thought about the taste of my own cum going down my throat. The taste was the reward for my orgasm.

It took a little bit longer to climax this time, but eventually I came in my hand again. I was disappointed with the outcome because there was far less semen and it wasn't nearly as thick. I licked it up, not wasting a drop however and laid there surrounded by my frilly pink sheets, thinking. "I love the taste of Cum. Why did it take so long for me to try it?" I drifted off to sleep with the bliss of knowing that tomorrow was going to be another great day.

...

I awoke with a start. Chloe was knocking on my door, telling me to wake up or else we'll be late. I looked at the clock, it was only 8am. I rubbed the sleep out of my eye, catching the delicate scent of semen on my hands. I giggled at the thought of last night's orgasms as I stood up from the bed, and glided over to the door to let Chloe in. When I opened the door, both my girlies were standing in the hall still in their pajamas, but wide awake. They had large mugs of steamy coffee in their hands. Becky handed me mine. I thanked her and brought them into my room.

They looked around at the mess we had made the night before.

"Oh... Sorry Chrissy, we'll clean this up." Chloe said delicately.

I waved them off with a gesture that it was no big deal as I sipped the coffee from the large pink mug. It was very sweet and had large chunks of pink sugar in it. As I sipped, I noticed the lingering taste of cum in my mouth. That detail made me smile.

They ignored my gesture and began scooping up the paper and boxes in large bundles and took them downstairs to the recycling. I looked into the mirror and liked the image before me. A cute girl, wearing all pink, holding a cup of coffee with sleep in her eyes. She was beautiful. When the girls came back, they began telling me what they spoke about with my mom this morning while I was sleeping. We were going to get our nails done, then come back and sit out by the pool. It sounded like a great Sunday to me.

They told me it was time to open the Sephora box. I had no choice since we were going to the nail salon and I needed to put on at least a little bit make up to soften my appearance. They took me to Becky's room which had a large vanity against the wall in the bathroom.

They eagerly sat me down in the stool and flipped ton the lights that surrounded the mirror. They made my eyes glow in a way I had never seen them before. My green eyes radiated in the light and made them look deeper, more sensual even. I chuckled at this thought.

"What is it?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing babe, I was just looking at my eyes in the light." I replied.

"They're beautiful aren't they? My brown eyes light up too, but yours are doing something else entirely. They're sexy girl!" Becky said. I always loved her joyous exclamations.

They opened the medium sized box to reveal a plethora of make-up and cosmetic tools. I had no idea what to make of any of it.

"Okay, since we don't have much time we'll just do your make up now. But later tonight we'll walk you through the process. You'll be a pro in no time." Chloe said this and looked at Becky for support.

"You'll figure it out lickety split!" Becky added.

They started by cleansing my face with a delicate cotton applicator. After a round of toner they took out the liquid foundation and began applying it in layers. They let each layer sit for a minute of two, then added another. They did this three times until my entire face and neck looked like continuous porcelain. My heart thumped under my bra as I watched what little masculinity I had get brushed away.

Then they began on my eyes. They applied eye liner first with a long wing at the sides. They moved so quickly around my face I didn't have time to embrace all the changes. I just held my eyes closed at their direction and let them do the work. After the eyeliner they applied a light layer of eye shadow. It was a very natural look they explained, but the shadow has the ability to add an intense look, or even a more sweet girly look. But for now, just a light natural tone was the goal.

I took the opportunity to look at myself. My green eyes radiated from behind the eye liner and shadowing. I was fucking beautiful and I felt relieved. This wasn't bad, in fact this was something to look forward to every morning. I couldn't wait to learn their methods so I could glam up every day.

After the eyes, they briefly applied some light pinkish blush. It was subtle but still present and gave my cheeks a more feminine appearance. Then came the lip color, and that turned into somewhat of an argument. Becky wanted a darker color, while Chloe was pushing for something more airy and light.

"What do you think girly? Light or deep?" Asked Chloe.

"Hmm... let's start light. If I don't like it we can change it can't we?"

"Of course we can. Good call." Chloe reached into the box with satisfaction and pulled out a blush pink lipstick tube. She took off the cap and wiped a smear across my arm.

"You have to test it first on your skin. It always looks different when it's on you." Chloe assured me.

Satisfied with the tone, they applied the color to my lips, then had me close my mouth on a piece of tissue paper. After she was finished, Becky took a spray can and told me to gently close my eyes. A cool mist washed over my face and instantly I felt all of the make-up tighten onto my skin. I liked that feeling, it was as if I was being locked in.

"This is to make sure nothing smudges. It'll make the blush blend better and stay on all day. Just don't touch anything!" Becky then turned me around to see myself. A tear came to my eye, but did not cry. I was in shock. I was in envy. I was the most beautiful I had ever seen myself before. They took off the headband that held my hair back while they worked and let my hair fall to my shoulders. I was a girl. There was no doubt in my mind anymore. This is who I was and how I was meant to be.

My girlfriends slapped each other's hand in approval of their work. Then Chloe turned to the clock on the vanity. It was 9:15 and the nail salon was 20 minutes away. Just then my mom knocked on the bedroom door.

"Ladies? Is everything okay? We need to leave soon." She said.

"No problem Claire, just finishing up Chrissy's look. We'll be out in 5 minutes!" Cried Chloe.

"Quick, we need to find something to wear!" Becky shouted at us. We scurried to her massive wardrobe which lay in the corner of her room. She opened the middle doors and revealed an array of dresses, skirts, and blouses. "Go change your underwear Chrissy and come back here, I'll find something for you in the meantime." She said.

I rushed back to my room and grabbed for the tape. I did just as before and made a smooth outline on my crotch. This time though I snatched the thong that laid on my dresser and slid my legs through it. I loved the way they felt along my hips and behind my butt. The thong was more satisfying than the panties. I wondered what the g string would feel like, but I had no time to ponder. "I'll try those later", I said to myself. I ran out of the room wearing only my thong and bralette, my face brightened by the effects of the make-up.

When I entered Becky's room I found my friends already dressed in flowy knee length dresses. They were discussing something while standing by three different outfits that were laid out on the bed. The clock on the wall showed 9:30 when they saw me enter the room.

Becky grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. And began combing my hair, and applying some hairspray.

"Quick, we don't have much time. Nail salons hate when ladies are late. They'll cancel our reservation. Choose one." Becky pointed at the three options.

Laid out on the bed was a pair of skin tight leather leggings with a crop top. The second was a pleated skirt with a white blouse. And the third was a flowy dress with a pink floral pattern similar to theirs.

"I don't know... I can't decide, it's going too fast." I said.

"Perfect! You'll go with the dress like us." Chloe said in a matter of fact manner. She pushed the dress to my chest and gestured for me to put it on. "The only thing left is the shoes..." She thought for a moment.

"Fuck it. We'll all go in white sneakers with laced socklettes." Becky always had a way of being abrupt and to the point.

"No, dummy, we'll have pedicures. We'll need to keep our toes open." Chloe reminded her.

"Shit, you're right. Sandals it is!" Becky pulled out matching pairs of white strappy wedges while Chloe went to her room to grab her platform sandals.

We ran down the stairs and out to the car where my mom was waiting for us impatiently. The convertible top was down on her white BMW.

"Come on ladies, we don't have much time. Get in!". She turned to me when I sat in the passenger seat next to her. Her demeanor shifted with a bright smile. "That's my girl. You look like a million bucks baby."

We strapped in and she took off down the road, racing around the corners. Our hair swept back behind us and our expressions were joyous. My mom spent the car ride explaining to me the does and don'ts of a nail salon and what they were going to do. She told me to keep it simple for the first time since there were many options that I could choose from.

"Don't get anything that comes to a point, honey. You're too new for that. But I do recommend getting something a bit longer. It'll take some time to get used to a longer length, but I think it would be a good first step." My mother was an expert at manicures. She's had all different styles. And she swears by her Russian specialist.

"What color are you thinking this time Becky?" Chloe asked behind me.

"Not sure, maybe just a French tip. Something classic. What about you?"

"Hmm... maybe a Frenchy as well. I'll decide when I get there." Chloe always likes to think things through before making a decision.

We pulled up next to another car at a stop light. It had a couple boys from our school in it. They recognized Chloe and Becky and immediately tried to talk with us.

"Hey Chloe! What's up?" Tim from our class said while leaning out of the driver window. He looked cute there with his right hand on the wheel and left leaning out of the car. His muscles bulged a little bit.

"Nothing much Tim, just going to get our nails done." Chloe responded.

Another boy that sat in the passenger seat leaned over Tim to look at me. I recognized him through the side of my eye. It was Brad, one of the high school football players. I don't know what position, but he must have been good because he was very popular at our school.

"Who's that up in the front? I don't recognize her." Brad asked to no one in particular.

Becky leaned over to the front of the car and held my shoulders. "This is Chrissy, she goes to our school too. You don't recognize her?" She giggled back at Chloe who was enjoying every moment of this. I however, was blushing through my foundation.

Brad and Tim looked at one another, pondering who it could be. They clearly didn't recognize me, but didn't want to look like assholes.

"She looks hot! Wanna go out on date with me after graduation? I'd love to take you out", Brad said. The light turned green and my mom sped off in front of them with a lead foot.

We laughed the rest of the way to the salon. I forgot about any anxiety I had felt earlier. My mom parked in front of the stripmall. "Irena's" The sign read in a swirly cursive font. We got out of the car and began walking towards the entrance. Chloe grabbed my arm and held me back as my mom and Becky went in.

"Hey girl, take this. It's a little something for my bestie." She gave me a small black purse that went over the shoulder with a gold YSL emblem on it. I was elated. "Open it", she insisted.

I opened the golden zipper and found an array of beauty products. Lip gloss, eye liner, a compact mirror. "It's all of the essentials. I thought you would like to have it close by incase you need a quick touch up."

"How often do you touch up your make up?" I asked.

"Depends, sometimes once a day, sometimes every two hours. You'll figure out what works for you I suppose." She smiled as she put her hand on my back and pushed me into the salon.

It was a very lavish place. Everything was white with gold accents. White marble tables sat next to plush white sofa's that sprawled on the marble tiles. A massive chandelier hung over my mom who was already checking us in at the receptionist desk. The woman behind the counter was very stern looking and not at all pleased that we were late. The three of us were sitting in a deep couch. Chloe and Rebecca both had their legs crossed while mine were a little spread apart. Without looking at me, Becky grabbed my leg and pushed it next to my other one and whispered, "Cross your fucking legs."

I got the hint and immediately followed her advice. All three of us sat there, legs crossed as my mom tried to explain herself. Just then a tall woman with dark features came out from a door behind the desk. She had long black hair that nearly came to her butt, bright blue eyes and wore a fierce look on her face that was elevated by her make up. She was beautiful and frightening all at once.

When she noticed my mom, joy came to her face and her deep red lips parched open.

"Claire! How are you! I saw your name on the list today, so I cleared out another appointment to take you. What kept you?" She came around the desk to give my mother a hug and kiss on the cheek, their faces never actually touched though. She turned around abruptly at the receptionist.

"Have you checked her in?" She said with a hot intensity.

The receptionist immediately dropped her temper and looked down at the computer in front of her. "Just finishing up madam."

"Good, I'll take her from here." She turned to see the three of us sitting in the sofa, half afraid and half amazed at her ferocity. What a woman.

"And I take it these are with you?" She pointed at us with long slender fingers that ended in red stiletto nails. Her voice was strong, but soothing and it over rode the ferocity from just moments before.

"Yes, this is my special daughter I had told you about on the phone, Chrissy." She came and lifted me up out of the couch to introduce us. "And these are her girlfriends Becky and Chloe." My mom leaned toward me. "Chrissy, this is my good friend Irena. She owns this place. Isn't it lovely?"

Irena's mouth perched with a sincere smile as she saw me fuss with the pleats on my dress. Her intense blue eyes saw through me and I felt naked under her gaze.

"Hi Irena, It's a pleasure to meet you. My mom always speaks so highly of you." I put out my hand to shake, not really sure how to respond.

Irena turned to my mom nodding in approval. "We'll Claire, you certainly have a beautiful daughter." She turned back to me and held out her hand. "The pleasure is all mine." We faintly shook hands and I could feel just how big they were as they wrapped over mine. I've never seen hands like that on a woman before. I wondered if she played basketball or volleyball when she was younger. She had the physique for it.

"Okay, enough chit chat, you came here to get your nails done. Follow me." Irena led us passed the long bar where the other women were getting their manicures to the back of the salon where a few private stations were placed. There were tables for manicures, a seat with a tub in it that I later found out was for the pedis, and another couch with a large water cooler next to it. Cucumbers floated at the top.

"Claire I'll take you here, and my daughter Marina will take Chrissy over there." She gestured for us to sit down. "And you lovely ladies will be serviced by my cousins Tatiana and Annita." She served us all water as we sat in our seats. My heart beat quickly, not knowing how this all worked. I was excited and nervous at the same time.

When Marina came out from the back room, my mom lit up. "Irena, I didn't know you had a daughter. I've never seen her in here before. This is just perfect."

"Yes darling, she was born just before the... situation. So she must be a little older than Chrissy." She looked toward Marina who was sitting at the table in front of me. "She's my precious."

Marina looked embarrassed and nodded toward my mom who waved back.

Chloe sat to my right and Rebecca sat next to her a little further down. But she wasn't so far that the three of us couldn't speak to one another. The four women behind the tables quickly got to work. They had us take off our rings and place them in porcelain bowls to the side. Then they took our hands and placed them in large basins filled with water and some rose scented soap. As our hands laid in the basin, they pulled out larger tubs under the table and gestured for us to take off our shoes and soak our feet in the warm water. It felt really nice. I completely understood why women loved doing this. Who doesn't love being pampered.

After a few minutes of chit chat they removed our hands and took out a pumice stone and began smoothing out any caulis from the palms. Chloe and Rebecca hardly had any, but Marina had a bit of work to do. The she pulled out the metal tools.

Marina began pushing my cuticles back and smoothing out my fingers which were beginning to look more feminine by the minute. When she was done she looked up at me and smile. "What kind of finish are you looking for today?" Her voice was sweet and airy. I liked her.

"She'll have a Russian finish." My mom intruded. "Not too long you know?"

Marina nodded in understanding, stood up and went into the back room. My mom winked at me while Irena smiled.

"What color will you get Chrissy?" Chloe asked.

"I'm not sure, what are my options?" I asked timidly.

Chloe pointed up on the wall in front of us. It was then I realized the many rows of shelves that held a million different nail polish bottles. "This is an impossible decision" I thought to myself.

Maria came back to the table with a tray of long false nails, and other misc. tubes and vials. I looked at her nails. They were a clean pearl white.

"I'll take white", I said. Marina smiled with her chin down organizing the tray in front of us.

"Sounds good", she replied.

She put rose scented lotion on my hands, then began to apply the false tips. They only rested on the tip of my nails which I found odd. Marina must have noticed my look of confusion.

"This must be your first Russian manicure." She looked up at me and smiled. Becky giggled from further away.

"Yeah, it is. Why are you only putting it on the tip."

Maria continued to work while she spoke. "The tips will be fixed in place by many layers of special polish, then a final coat of color, followed by a top coat that will be melded on with a UV light.

My jaw dropped as I looked at my mom who had suggested this. She turned to me and laughed.

"It's the best manicure money can buy, honey."

After an hour and a half the four of us walked out of the salon feeling very satisfied. Becky and Chloe both got French tips. And my mom got a deep red color on her natural nails which were filed to points. They were very well done and perfectly even. I understood why my mom came here often.

I couldn't stop looking at my nails as we walked to the car. They were beautiful, but made everything very difficult to do. Putting on the straps of my wedges was a nightmare. We got to the car and my mom gave me the keys. They flopped in my open hand as my nails closed on my palm in a new way.

"What is this?" I asked.

"You'll drive us home, I can use a break", my mom responded with glee.

"Seriously? I can drive?!" I was elated as me my girlfriends let out a little squeal of joy.

My fingers wrapped over the steering wheel, and my finger nails glistened in the sun. I was so happy at that moment. It was ecstasy as I sped through the streets back home.

We cruised into the roundabout drive way and all got out, ready for the pool. I felt like I needed to touch up my lips so I hurried inside to my bathroom with my girlies fast behind me. My mom lingered in the foyer for a moment while she spoke with Martha.

Upstairs I pulled out the lip gloss and gently applied it to my lips, smacking them together when I finished. Becky and Chloe were in their rooms putting on their bikini's. I realized then that I didn't have one and felt disappointed. I took off the dress I was wearing and approached the mirror in my undies. My make up never altered a bit, and my lips shined bright with the new coat of gloss. I couldn't stop looking at my nails either. My fingers and toes ended with pearl white tips. It was unbelievable. But I still had nothing to wear by the pool except for my ugly boardshorts. I stammered to the wardrobe to pull it out. But it was empty, save for two dresses that hung on hangers and a couple of shirts and pants that were folded up on the shelf. Sitting next to the jeans was a white bikini that matched my nails almost perfectly.

"Mooooom..." I yelled downstairs. "What happened to all my clothes?"

A few moments after I yelled, my friends came in wearing their bikinis. Becky's was red with strings that came off the side and Chloe wore a black version of the same thing. Both of their belly rings sparkled as they moved.

"What's up?" Becky asked.

I held up my white bikini to show them. A shocked look on my face. My mom then entered looking amused.

"Yes dear, is something wrong?" She asked sweetly.

"My clothes are all gone. What the fuck?" She slapped me across the face and wagged her finger in front of me.

"Ladies don't speak like that missy." She was serious. "I had Martha donate all of your old boy things." The emphasis on old wasn't missed by anyone.

"So what am I supposed to wear to school tomorrow? This is crazy, I can't go to school in a dress. And I only have one week left until graduation. What am I supposed to wear under my gown when I cross the stage?" I began to panic. This weekend was a blast, but there were pragmatic things to consider beginning tomorrow morning.

My mom didn't bat a lash. She just looked at me sternly. "You'll wear what is in your closet. Then, after graduation we'll go out shopping for more things. But this should do for now." Becky giggled. I'm sure she knew this was going to happen. Chloe as well.

"Babe, it's no big deal." Chloe picked up a pair of pants and boat neck t shirt. "You can just wear these and a pair of sneakers. It's really not a problem." She pointed at my hands, "besides, you just got an expensive manicure. What were you planning on doing, taking them off and going to school with banged up finger nails? Get with it honey."

Becky added in. "We've got your back girly, don't worry about it. After this week you'll never see most of those people again. And besides, most of the girls in our group would find it cute. Who cares what the others think." She grabbed the bikini from my manicured hands. "Put this on and come out to the pool with us. And quit being such a bitch."

The last part stung. I know they were just trying to help, but this was excessive. With that said, I shouldn't have been so disrespectful towards my mom. Especially after all she's done for me this weekend. I was acting like a bitch.

I gave my mom a hug, "I'm sorry, you're right." I bit my lip. "I'll figure it out."

"That's my girl. Now hurry up, Martha made drinks for us and they'll get warm."

We were laying out by the pool, gossiping about the latest celebrity news and discussing in great length the newest fashion trends of the summer. I didn't engage too much in conversation, instead I was envying my nails and enjoying the feeling of the sun's warmth on my face. It felt different with make-up on and I was beginning to enjoy it. What at first felt like a confining mask now began to feel comforting. My mom noticed my silence.

"Hey Chrissy, what are you thinking about? You're awfully quiet over there."

"Nothing mom, I was just reminiscing over how much fun I had this weekend. I don't want it to end!" I was being honest, this was a huge relief on my chest. I had spent the past 18 years in a shell that I was beginning to blossom out of. "You all have such beautiful hair, and the way you walk is so feminine. I just wish I could be more like that."

Rebecca let out a laugh, "Girl, you think we just ended up like this? It took us many years to figure out how to get our hair in the perfect form to frame our face."

Chloe chimed in, "I still haven't figured it out. I hate my hair."

"And I hate my feet", my mom added.

Rebecca finished up with, "And I hate my nose." She took a sip from her straw. "We all hate things about ourselves, it's just a product of being a woman. As for your hair, you'll figure it out. Just let it grow and we can go to the salon before graduation and do it up. You'll learn what works for you and what doesn't."

"And your walk..." my mom began. "That you will start to learn right now." She clapped her hands and stood up, beckoning me to join her with her slender fingers. I grabbed her hand and stood up. She ushered me a few feet away from the loungers, just in front of the pool's edge.

"Here, watch me. Pay attention to my hips as I take a step." My mother then walked in front of me, swaying her hips with every step. She was so graceful, it felt like an impossible task to emulate her. She turned on the ball of her feet and walked back toward me with her hand on her waist. "throw your hip out with every step you take. Focus on keeping your shoulders and waist straight, only walk through your hips." She got back to where I was standing. "You're turn."

I placed my hands on my waist to keep them steady the way she did and began to step forward. She followed close behind me, her hands over my mine to ensure I wasn't moving them. At first it felt very strange, almost like I wasn't moving at all. She kept pulling my shoulders down to keep them from moving.

"Men walk with their shoulders honey. Women walk with our hips." For some reason, what she said clicked in my mind and I began to understand. "Think with your hips, pretend like you don't have any shoulders."

I took another few steps, concentrating on my pelvis. After a few laps around the pool I began to get the hang of it and my mom walked back to her lounger. On my third trip around the pool Becky exclaimed, "That's it! You got it!" I was overjoyed. It was still a strange feeling to walk like this, but all the ladies on the pool deck encouraged me to keep practicing and to always focus on my center, just above my pubic region. I was giddy with joy. Then Chloe ran into the house.

She came back a few minutes later holding a pair of 4inch heels in her hand. "I know you have walked in heels before, but this time try to walk in them through your waist."

I put the heels on and tried again. But I felt like a new born gazelle. My balance wasn't the same when I walked with the heels in this way. I was becoming discouraged as I walked around the pool. My mom stood up again, tisking as she approached me.

"When you wear heels, you have to step with one foot directly in front of the other. Like this", she walked in front of me again, showing me what she meant. It seemed even more challenging this way. But when I followed her lead, I began to understand what she meant. I grew with every click of my heels. Every step was better than the last. After a few laps walking this way I began to feel more comfortable swaying my hips in unison with the click of my heel. One foot in front of the other.

It was late in the afternoon and my mom spoke up. "Okay dears, I think that's enough training for one day, don't you think? Let's go take a shower and head out for some sushi. I'm starving."

We all agreed and headed back inside, I clicked to whole way. Back in my room, I asked my girlfriends how to take off the make-up. Chloe reached into the back and grabbed a clear bottle.

"With this", she said. She handed me the bottle of make-up remover. "Just wash your face off with this, then cleanse it in the shower with face wash." She then pulled out her phone and began sending me make-up tutorial videos. "Watch some of these tonight before you go to bed. They will tell you everything you need to know about how to apply the make-up and what style is appropriate. We obviously don't go full out every day, that would be exhausting."

They both left me to shower and tidy up before dinner. I washed my make-up off and looked at the mirror. My face was back to the way it was before, more masculine and not nearly as pretty. I felt bad. I hated my nose too, and my jaw line was a little too strong for a girl. I turned the hot water on and stepped into the shower. As the water ran over my back, I began to feel a wiggle in my lower region. I looked down to see my little dick begin to rise. This whole day was exciting, and my little friend was beginning to show face. I rubbed it slowly at first, then grabbed it with my index finger and thumb and began to jerk. The boys from earlier flashed into my mind and I grew more hard.

"What the fuck?" I was confused. I liked women, not men. I continued to stroke, looking at my white nails cover my penis. I had to jerk it differently with them at this length. Delicately placing my fingers on top and letting them hang over. It was a completely new experience. After a few minutes I climaxed into my hand. I looked at my cum and immediately pushed it into my mouth. I swallowed all of my musky semen and smiled with delight. I was getting used to this particular taste very quickly.

I got dressed and decided to try the g string this time. The feel of the string riding up my crack and surrounding my hips was amazing. I understood what my girlfriends meant when they said it was like nothing was there. I didn't try to hide my little bulge as it would have ruined the feeling of the g sting. Instead I looked through my wardrobe at what few clothes remained in it. I opened a drawer to find a pleated skirt. I figured this was the best bet. I didn't have to hide my penis with this one since it flared off my waist. I strapped on a new bralette and threw a tight fitting pink t shirt over my head then looked into the mirror. My hair was a mess and I felt like I needed some kind of make-up to go out. I called for Chloe and she came in moments later.

"What's up babe? We're almost ready", she said.

"I need to do something with my hair and put on at least a little bit of make-up. Can you help me?"

She giggled. "Of course, come here." She took out a brush and began streaking it through my hair, evening it out until it was nice and smooth. Because it was a large brush, it added a little bit of volume as well. I liked the effect. Then she took out eyeliner, mascara, concealer and lipstick from the bag she had given me earlier.

"These are the bare essentials for all women. Once you get the hang of it, you'll be able to whip up a decent face in less than 5 minutes."

She applied the make-up, walking me through every step. When she was done, I looked like a more tamed version from before. Something more natural. I thanked her and we walked out of the room. I asked if I could borrow her white heels again to wear to the restaurant.

"For practice, you know?" I said. She laughed and pulled them out.

"Here, but you can't keep borrowing my stuff. Maybe next weekend we can go down to the mall and do some shopping."

"Yes! That would be great!" I exclaimed.

We walked downstairs towards the car with a swish in our hips. Before we reached the others I turned to Chloe.

"Oh, and by the way. I'm totally a g-string girl."