Bahamas

by Elizibeth

   

The summer after I turned 16, my family and I went down to our new beach house in the Bahamas for the full three months. I wasn't used to being away from home for that long at a time, but hey, it was the Bahamas, of course I was going to enjoy it. The flight was long, and after we unpacked it was already late so we went to bed. My 20 year old brother Matt had his own room, my parents, in their 50s, had theirs, but my sister Laura, aged 13, and I had to share a room. The room was the biggest in the house besides the main living room that connected to the kitchen, and we had a very nice low porch outside it that you could walk to the ocean from, so it wasn't all bad. There were two showers, and we were within walking distance of the main area of town, which was small, but still big enough not to be considered backwater.

My parents were going to be spending at least two or three days a week totally out of the house the whole time we were down there, dealing with business, relaxation, and "having fun for once in their life" so I thought I was going to have some alone time to enjoy the beach, the TV, and the computer. The third day we were down there, my parents were leaving for a business function, and before they walked out the door, they said "Your babysitter will be here soon!"

I rushed over to them and argued that we were way too old for a babysitter, I had stayed home alone hundreds of times before, this was totally ridiculous. When they said they still didn't want me home alone as the only protection for my sister, I reminded them Matt would be here, but they told me he had a full time job at the marina this summer and we would hardly be seeing him at all. I kept saying we didn't need one, and my mom replied "consider it a part of your punishment" and I couldn't argue anymore. My grades had been slipping over the past year, and I was lucky to be at the summer house at all. It wasn't that I didn't understand the work; it was that I was lazy and didn't want to do it. Oh well, I'd have to deal with this babysitter as best I could.

About ten minutes after my parents left, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a frankly stunning woman, probably no older than 19, with the body of a model. She was slim and strong looking, with long legs and well proportioned breasts, and her hair was cut in a short-ish style that flipped outwards from her nape to her ears that could be described as a 'wings' style, with dramatic blonde highlights over dark blonde hair like my sister's and my own. When she greeted me, she said in a bubbly southern clip, "Hi, I'm Allison."

I let her in, and she explained the situation. "Since your parents are gonna be gone so much of the summer, this is gonna be like a second home to me, so I'm goin' to put some of my things in the guest room if that's alright with you." The guest room was next to ours, separated by the full bath that they shared. Great, she'd even be clogging up my bathroom with all her feminine products. As if my sister's weren't enough. She started unpacking right away, talking to me through the open doors to the guest room about the situation. Apparently my parents had explained everything to her, and given her the OK to live here as much as she wanted, and she had free reign over us while she was in the house. She and my brother wouldn't be crossing paths much at all as their rooms were on opposite sides of the house, so there were no instructions there, but other than that everything was well outlined. 10:30 bedtime, 10:00 curfew, the curfew didn't bother me much because I didn't do much after 10 anyway, but the bedtime was much earlier than I was used to. Whatever, as long as she stayed mostly out of my way, I was fine.

Over the course of the next day or two, she and my sister got to know each other pretty well and did a lot together, mostly talk. I can't imagine how they could talk so much and not run out of topics, but hey, I'm not in their heads. They rented movies, played silly games, and had a great time, while I sat around on the computer, posting on message boards. I can't say I wasn't a bit envious, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The next day was bright, sunny, and all around upbeat. After I took a shower and got dressed, I noticed my sister and Allison in bikinis, heading outside to the porch. As I walked by, Allison smiled and said "Hey David, me and Laura were about to go tan and maybe braid each other's hair, want to join us?" I scoffed, and as I was walking off, she said "aww, c'mon. It'll be fun. I'd like to get to know you a little better." I turned around, and I don't know if I was bored, or really desperate for attention, but for some reason I agreed. She smiled wide and said "great!" and we headed outside.

"Hey, you aren't gonna tan in those, are you?" She remarked, regarding my knee-length shorts. I told her I hadn't really though about it, and she leaned down and lifted up one pant leg, and chuckled, "wow, your thighs are really white. Don't you have any Speedos you could tan in? Or, like, briefs? I told her I only wore boxers, and she said "that's ok; you can wear one of my bikini bottoms." I objected to this, but she whined about me being insecure, and it's not like they have cameras, and I didn't know anyone around here, and we were just going to be out on the porch, and she went on and on until I finally agreed. She clapped happily, and returned with a rather small, white bikini bottom with loosely tied bows holding the back and front together. I went in to the bathroom and slipped it on. My bulge wasn't very noticeable as I was reasonably small in that region, and it wasn't a very uncomfortable fit. My sister laughed when I got outside, but Allison shot her a glance and she calmed down. They offered me a magazine, but all they had were things like Teen Vogue and People, so I declined.

As we were lying down outside, Allison tried to include me in conversation, or focus it around me. They had a good giggle about how very pale the tops of my legs were, but promised me it would be a lot better after the tanning, especially with the tanning oil I had spread over the majority of my body. Several hours of chatting, sleeping, turning, and toasting later, I looked down at my chest and legs, and like magic, they were the same summery bronze as my arms and legs. I told the girls I was very happy with the results, and they both agreed that I looked much better like this.

At this point, Allison sat up and Laura let her braid her hair in to a single long braid. My sister's hair was dark blonde with light highlights, naturally straight, and pretty plain. It made it to about the middle of her back when it was just lying flat, and was only a little higher in the straight braid. Laura was a little upset that she couldn't braid Allison's hair, as it was too short, but then Allison looked at me and said "ok, your turn!" I chuckled, somewhat shyly, and said my hair probably wasn't even long enough for braids, but the girls argued that my shoulder length (the longer end of shoulder length actually,) naturally wavy hair was definitely enough to work with. After a little prodding, they got me to agree to do it. With one girl on each side of me, they divided my hair down the middle, so they each had half my hair to work with. They explained they were going to do two French braids, which were braids that were a little tight, and stuck to my head, but you kept feeding hair into them and they would extend off my head. Their gentle hands did feel nice working on my hair, and after a while I just sat quietly while they chatted and worked. After a while, they finished up, and told me to look in a mirror they had. The braids reached almost down to my shoulders, one on each side, and made my head and even my face look much more feminine and somewhat younger too. I sighed, and said I wanted to work on my tan a little more as I noticed that the edges of my face were pretty pale due to my hair having covered them before.

I laid back down on the chair and closed my eyes, and heard the girls get up and go inside for a bit, and then come back out. As they shuffled through some small bags, it dawned on me that if my sister figured out that she could tell my friends back home about this situation, she could use it to blackmail me. I got a little nervous about it, but I tried to keep my cool, because I knew any amount of agitation would make her realize this. I smelled the smell of nail polish, and got a little more nervous. They were going to be out here for a while, and if I went inside while they were out here, they might complain, or get a tiny bit angry, or plot while I was gone. After a while, I heard them stop, and unwisely, I flipped myself over so my back could tan some more, which drew attention to me. Allison said "Hey Davey, me and Laura just gave each other mani-pedis, want to get one too?" Laura laughed at this, but I sat up, smiled meekly, sighed, and said "well, if you really want to…" The girls clapped and yay'ed, as they now had something else fun to do, and had me sit up in a chair with armrests.

When asked what color I wanted, I said I really had no preference, so they laughed and chose a medium pink. As Allison got to work pushing back and clipping my cuticles, Laura cut and filed my toenails. They both kept the comments flowing about the bad conditions of my nails, how I should take better care of them, how they would help, and how badly I needed this mani-pedi. I didn't really pay much attention; I was just trying to get through this day. Once Laura was done shaping my toenails, she handed the file and clippers off to Allison and took out the bottle of polish. I have to say, it felt nice being pampered, and the little brush gliding over my toenails tickled in a funny way. The girls noticed me smiling, and smiled back. Allison's shaping work on my fingernails took much longer than my toenails, she explained that my nails were not well shaped to begin with and my nails would lose a lot of length to gain the 'correct shape for future treatments.' By the time Laura was done adding her second coat of pink to my toenails, Allison was finally happy with the shape of my fingernails. Laura passed the pink polish up to Allison, and took out a bottle of clear that she said would make my nails look much more finished and shiny. Allison finished my fingers faster than Laura had done my toes, and was soon asking for the topcoat while Laura was still finishing up. After Laura finished, she went inside, and Allison began applying the polish to my fingernails. With Laura not around, she spoke to me directly. "So, I can't believe you let us do all this to you. Y'know, I think it's great, a guy not being so insecure that he can decide not to pretend to not care how he looks and enjoy getting pampered once in a while. I mean those guys who think it's cool to look like a slob, with real uneven tans and scraggly nails and unwashed hair, blech, what a turnoff." I blushed a little, and then she said "there, done. I used to do this sort of thing all the time for my older sister, so I am pretty good at it. Now just purse your lips and blow very lightly on them till they dry. They look great!" The sun was getting low, and it sparkled beautifully in her light blue eyes. "I'm gonna go check up on Laura, you just come inside when you're done out here, 'kay?" she smiled as she went inside and closed the slider door behind her.

My nails were pretty short after her work, not even extending past the round tip of my finger, but they had no pointy edges on the sides at all, they made even little ovals with my trimmed cuticles. Their symmetry astonished me; they looked very refined and even, not like they were before. After a while of blowing on them, I held my hand out in front of me at arms length to view the craftsmanship. I immediately thought to myself that I had never looked at my fingernails that way before, I usually curled them over in to an almost fist and looked at them against my palm. Oh well, maybe it had to do with the way I had been sitting. I went inside, and found Allison at the computer.

I approached her and said "hey, so, I… uhh… don't really plan on leaving this on, (talking about the bikini bottom,) these in, (talking about the braids,) or my fingernails pink… my parents will be home at 3 tomorrow… so I think I should probably work on getting somewhat back to normal?" She said, "Ohhh, I totally forgot about the bikini bottom!" and giggled, "you can get that back to me whenever you like. I still can't get over how great your legs look now, though they are still kind of hairy." I laughed and said 'well I am a guy' and she said "let me take those braids out for you." She took the little elastics off the end, and then pulled the loops of hair back through themselves until the braids were totally undone. My hair was much more evenly wavy than its usual chaotic curl, and she explained that would go back to normal after I slept and showered. She laughed and said "you sure you want to take off that nail polish after all that work we did getting it on?" I chuckled and said sarcastically "naw, I think I'm going to make it the new look." She laughed and got out the nail polish remover, and swabbed it off my fingers. She remarked that at least all the work she did on the shaping wouldn't be lost. I quickly looked down at my nails and was relieved to see it was hardly noticeable. I went in to the bathroom and changed out of the bikini bottom and back in to my boxers and cargo shorts, then went back out and watched TV for till 10:30. Allison said goodnight, and headed off to her room.

The next morning I woke up feeling great. I looked down at my bronzed legs and smiled, remembering the events of the previous day. I got out of bed and headed for the shower, which Laura and Allison had already finished with. I stripped down and got in. Once the shower was on, I looked down, and noticed two things. First, I saw that Allison had not removed the polish from my toenails. I was surprised I hadn't caught this, and then got nervous because I had no idea where they would keep the nail polish remover and I didn't want to rummage through their things. Second, I noticed the tan lines around my hips and my butt. They were all easily covered by boxers, but if I were ever naked they would be very evident. I hoped that the tan would fade before my next physical or I would be getting some curious looks from my doctor, as these lines showed that even more flesh was bare than a Speedo would leave. When I went to reach for my shampoo, I noticed it was missing. I had totally forgotten that I took it out of the shower to refill it from the larger bottle, and I had not put it back in. I peeked my head out around the edge of the shower curtain, and didn't see it. What I did see was that the door leading from the bathroom to Allison's room was open, and there was no way I was getting out of the shower naked to look for my shampoo. Oh well, I'd have to go without it, I thought, but then I saw another bottle labeled shampoo. It was Allison's. I can't say I wasn't curious as to what the real difference between male and female hair products were, besides of course the smell, and I wanted to see just what these girls were paying double for. Plus, I had a good excuse. So, I squirted some of the pink solution in to my palm, and began to lather. I read the instructions on the back of the bottle, and they said to lather thoroughly, rinse, and then rub in the matching conditioner. I wondered if that was really necessary, but I wasn't going to argue with the bottle, and this was another chance to prove the girls were paying for nothing. I rubbed in the conditioner in the bottle that was next to the shampoo, and left it on my hair while I soaped up the rest of my body.

After rinsing off my body, I rinsed my hair, and noticed that my hands slid through it a lot more easily then they usually do when I rinse my hair. It was a nice change, and a nice feeling, but I still was not convinced people were getting their money's worth. I got out of the shower, dried off my body, and then instead of my usual rubbing dry, I patted my hair dry like the bottle said to do. I looked over in to the mirror, and was actually shocked. The change wasn't incredible, but it was a lot more dramatic than I thought it would be. My hair seemed so much smoother, and a lot more even. The curls stayed together similar to the way they did after they were taken out of the braids the day before, if not more noticeably. The shine was much more significant; instead of being dull and scattered it was a noticeable streak of light. I was a little worried that this would be noticeable, but I still had a reasonable excuse.

I left the bathroom and got dressed, being sure to wear sneakers rather than my usual sandals, as my toes were still polished. I went over to the computer, and lost myself in a game for a few hours. By the time I remembered I needed to get the nail polish off my toes, Allison was already gone and my parents were home. I rushed out on to the porch where Laura was reading, but she just laughed and told me Allison took the nail polish remover with her and she didn't have any because she didn't bring it to the Bahamas with her. I was a little worried my parents would see my toes, but I made sure to keep my shoes on until I went to sleep that night.

The next day, after I woke up, I showered again but this time used my own shampoo as Allison had taken hers with her. I was actually a little disappointed because my hair did not feel nearly as nice by comparison when I used my own, and no condition either. When I got out I still patted my hair dry, I'm not sure why but it just seemed like the natural thing to do. I had been cutting my fingernails every four or five days, and today would have been a day to do it, but I decided to keep my nails as they were because Allison had worked hard on them after all. My hair had kept a little bit of its texture and shine from the previous day, which I was strangely happy with. Laura went in to town for the day with my parents, and came back with a few bags of what were probably clothes and shoes, and a few more videos to watch when Allison came back tomorrow.

The next day my parents left and told us we would be on our own (meaning with Allison) for the next three days this time, rather than two. I wasn't really concerned, but for some reason I did feel a little excited. Allison arrived about an hour later, and she and Laura watched a movie together. Later, Allison came over to me while I was watching TV on my bed and started chatting me up.

"Hey Davey, what's up?" she asked. "Not much… what are you up to?" I replied. "Not a lot… so, I noticed your toenails are still pink. Do you like them like that?" she asked while smiling. "No, actually, I meant to ask you about that. I think you just forgot to take it off the other day, and you took the nail polish remover with you. Could you take this off now?" "Ohhh, I'm sorry, I totally forgot about that. Well, I'll take it off now." She went and got the nail polish remover, and swabbed it over my toenails until the color was gone. She then took out a nail file and started filing. "Hey, what are you doing?" "Just a little maintenance. You do want your toenails to stay under control, right?" I told her sure, and she evened them out for me. The day passed uneventfully, and I went to bed.

The next morning I woke up and got in the shower, and even though my own shampoo was in there, I decided I liked Allison's shampoo and conditioner, and used that. My hair was once again smooth, shiny, and ordered, and I was surprised at how happy this made me. I put on my bathrobe and slippers and went to walk out on to the porch where Laura and Allison were lounging, but only made it a step outside the door before I was tumbling headfirst for the ground, to be caught by laughing girls. I quickly lifted my back foot, and heard my slipper get sucked in to the bucket of mud the girls had placed right outside the door. They fell over in hysterics at this little practical joke, but I was none too pleased. I hardly ever got tricked, and when I was I always regretted not seeing it coming. "I am so sorry David, but that was too funny to pass up" laughed Allison, "I am so sorry about your slipper…" Later, we tried to recover the furry footwear, but it was no use. It was totally ruined, so we through the pair away. I complained that I hated walking out of the shower and in to shoes or sandals, but Allison told me "I have an extra pair of slippers that are so comfortable you will wonder why you ever wore those ratty old things in the first place. Trust me, come tomorrow morning, you will be in foot heaven." This got a little laugh out of Laura, but I was a little dubious.

The next day, after showering (using Allison's hair care products again) and noticing how silky my hair was looking lately, I stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by two objects on the floor so fluffy I wondered if they were even meant to be worn. I slipped my feet in to them and Allison was right, these were wonderful. What I did notice was a very slight heel, maybe an inch, then through off my walking a little, but for this kind of comfort it was well worth it. The fluff on the slippers brushed my ankles gently as I walked, and I couldn't believe that no one had ever told me about this before. I went over to Allison at the breakfast table and said "why haven't I heard about these before? They are wonderful." "Well, usually we girls keep this sort of thing a secret from you boys, but I made a special exception, given the circumstances. Don't tell anyone though!" she said, with a wink. As I turned around to lounge around my room for a while, I noticed her look at me curiously for a second, then chuckle and turn back to her meal.

After exiting the shower the next day I thought to myself how using Allison's hair products had become commonplace to me, so much that I had gotten used to the gentle brush of my even waves on my neck, and I was sure that come tomorrow I would be disappointed to change back to my regular shampoo. I also couldn't help but shake the feeling I was forgetting to do something, something that was usually routine for me. Oh well, I thought, it couldn't have been that important. After enjoying the slippers and playing on the computer for a while, I went outside to read a book. Allison was out there reading a magazine, and after a few minutes she turned to me and said, "David… have you... uhh, been using my shampoo and conditioner?" and she giggled a bit. "Uh, yeah, I have. Y'know, funny story, I tried it once to see just what you girls were paying for, and I couldn't believe how much more comfortable my hair was, so I got addicted. I hope you aren't mad, and I'll gladly compensate you for the three or four times I've used it." "No, no, not at all! It's no problem. Actually, I really like the way your hair looks like that, it is much more flattering to your face. Y'know, I have more at home, so I will leave this set here with you, if you promise to keep using it!" This couldn't have turned out better. I quickly agreed to this deal, and was very happy that I could keep using her hair products. I told her so, and all she did was giggle and smile at me, and then said "C'mere." I replied "huh?" and she said "I saw your nails. They are growing out a bit, and I want to reshape them a little." So that's what I was forgetting. I hadn't cut my nails since the manicure last week, and they had gained a little length. As she filed and smoothed, she told me that if I wanted to keep them looking good I would have to stop using the tips of them to open things or pull stuff apart, and she told me I should be using tools for that anyway. I agreed, and walked away with smoothed nails that had hardly lost any of the length.

Allison left the next day, and not only did she leave her shampoo and conditioner behind, but her extra pair of slippers too. I elected not to wear them too long in the morning, because my parents may have seen and asked me about what happened to my other pair. When my mom asked my why my hair smelled a little flowery, I said "no idea mom. Must be the fumes from Allison staying in the shower when I go in there." I don't know why I lied to my mom, but for some reason it felt nice to have a little secret from her.

The next four days passed uneventfully. I found myself talking to Laura more, just for the sake of it, and I even found some interest in one of her people magazines. An article about a movie actor I had seen recently was featured, and I really enjoyed it. I was surprised that I found interest in learning about his personal life though.

Allison showed up again, and this made me happier than I thought it would. I greeted her at the door, and instead of going right back over to the computer, I walked with her to her room and helped her unpack what she had brought, making some small talk as well. I found out that besides babysitting for us, she also was a part-timer at a clothing store in town, and I told her I would have to visit her some time. She laughed and said I probably wouldn't be interested, it was a girls clothing store. I laughed with her. She noted that my nails still weren't cut, and I told her I wouldn't want to ruin all her hard work. I got a sweet hug for that, and she said "hey, you haven't been going outside enough. Your tan is fading a little. How about tomorrow we have another day like last time we tanned?" I agreed haphazardly, afraid to show that I was pretty happy to be included in activities that she was doing.

The next day we went outside, and this time I noticed Allison had brought some big reflective screens with her. She said that she brought these so we could tan our bodies and faces at separate times, so we didn't have the uncomfortable heat on all of us for the duration. I agreed that this was a good idea, and she recommended that we also braid each other's hair first this time to avoid have to do a second run like last time. I said OK, and then she offered to teach me how to braid hair, with Laura's consent. She said "as long as I get to braid yours" and after changing back in to my little white bikini bottom, we leapt in. It didn't take me long to figure out the braid, but it took me several tries to get it nice and even. When the desired effect was finally reached, Laura said I did a good job, but should be more careful not to poke her with my nails. I blushed a little, and then she turned around and started doing mine. "A single French braid this time" she said. When she was done I was very relaxed, and she remarked "wow, your hair was much easier to work with this time." "He's been using my shampoo and conditioner" Allison said. "Really? That's why you left it here? Haha, that's great bro, that you are taking better care of yourself I mean. Keep it up!" I smiled and blushed at this, but was very happy that my sister accepted the situation so well. Allison then handed each of us a pair of oversized sunglasses so we could look like 'real fashionistas.' We shared an umbrella for our neck up, and sat around chatting about anything and everything, and I was surprised that I could almost keep up with what the girls were talking about. After a few hours lying in the sun, flipping over every once in a while, we turned the reclining lawn chairs around, took off our sunglasses, and held the screens up to our chests. I felt like someone right out of a commercial doing this, but oddly enough, I felt the commercial only featured girls.

When we were finally satisfied with our tans, the girls moved on to working on their nails. I sat patiently while they did each others, not thinking twice that I was to be next. Sure enough, they turned to me, and said "this time we are going to try a shinier pink" and laughed. As they began to work I noticed that they needed to do a lot less filing and clipping this time, which was an incentive for me to be careful with my nails so they did not break or become coarse. This time, they first painted on a coat of polish that quickly absorbed in to my nails, which they said would make them smoother and make the polish take to them better. There's nothing wrong with smoother nails, right? After that, Allison shaped my fingernails slightly, commenting on how well I had taken care of them and how good they were starting to look, while Laura painted my toenails with three coats of the shiny pink. She explained she didn't need a topcoat this time because the polish itself was shiny, so she was working on my toes a bit longer before Allison got to start on my hands. This gave her time to 'get a feel for my face' as she described it. I don't really know why she was doing this, (she said just for fun) but she took out some swatches and held them up to my skin, eyes, and hair. She felt through my hair with her hands and said "this is great Davey, just keep using my conditioner and your hair will be perfect, and then stay that way. I noticed your eyebrows are a little bushy, and they are kind of growing together in the middle, it won't take me a minute to fix that for you. Do you mind?" I told her no, and she took out a pair of eyebrow tweezers and began plucking away. After a little while, she said "ah, much better. Would you like to see?" and held up a mirror. My eyebrows were much thinner and had a more defined shape and arch, unlike the somewhat blurry, thick lines they were before. I thanked her, and around that time Laura said she was done. Allison got to work on my fingernails, while Laura went inside again, giving us that precious one-on-one talking time.

"Davey, I have to ask. Do you actually like this, or are you just doing it because you want to make us feel better? Either way, I love it, but I'm curious." I told her that at first it was just to not be a downer, but after experiencing it I had to admit I did like it a bit. She smiled, and said "good, just you let me know if it ever gets to be too much for you, and I'll be sure to stop right away, ok?" I hugged her and thanked her for this, and then she smiled and left me to blow my now longer than the round part of my fingertips nails dry.

Allison left the next day, and would not be back for a whole week. Over the course of this week, only a few eventful things happened. My nails kept growing, faster than I was used to, but that was probably because it was summer. They got a little out of shape, but nothing irreparable. I got used to typing with the longer nails, which took a little practice, but soon I was typing just as fast as ever. I began wearing Allison's slippers more than more, and the heel actually felt more comfortable to me than just walking in flat shoes. Or maybe it was just that they were really comfortable slippers. About halfway through the week, Laura came outside while I was reading People and said she should put more of the nail smoother on, but no more polish for now. She filed just a little but told me she wasn't as good as Allison so she wouldn't try to do too much, and then applied a coat of the smoother to my nails. It absorbed quickly, and as I was about to leave, she said "uh-uh. If you aren't going to have your nails polished all the time, you need to apply more of this to keep your nails smooth and out of the elements." So I sat back down and let her apply another coat, which absorbed more slowly, and finally one more which only absorbed a little and made the surface of my nails a little shinier. This wasn't very noticeable, so I didn't complain, and went back inside to watch TV.

I also started noticing how hot it was getting this week, and soon I was sleeping with one or no sheets on just to try and stay cool, but my legs kept sweating no matter what I did. I figured that my upper body was fine, but for some reason my legs were still getting too hot, and I was having trouble sleeping. Near the end of the week, in the middle of the night I woke up hot, but my legs were way too hot. Sleepily, I diagnosed that something had to be done about this. I went to the shower, ran it on cold, and sat on the edge with the water running over my legs for a while trying to think of a solution. Then I saw Allison's razor. I guess I must have been very tired and very desperate, but I decided that removing the hair from my legs would keep them cool. I picked up the bottle of shaving foam she kept in the shower, read the instructions, and got to work slowly moving the razor over all parts of my legs all the way from the tops of my feet and toes up to the very high points of the thighs, where my legs met my hips. Soon they were totally hairless, and the bottle said to finish by rubbing in the matching moisturizer, so I took it off the counter behind be and smoothed in an ample amount. My legs felt rather naked with nothing on them, and when I got in to bed the sheets felt wonderful, crisp and cool, resting on my now smooth legs. I fell asleep and slept happily for the first time all week.

The next day when I woke up, Laura noticed my legs right away. "Uhm, David… did you… shave your legs?" "Yeah, it was really hot and I couldn't sleep it was awful and a desperate measure, but it helped, so I'm happy. Like Allison said, it's not like I know anyone down here, and by the fall it'll probably be grown back. What's the big deal?" "Laura laughed meekly and got on the computer. I went outside to read, but the only People magazines left out there had already been analyzed cover to cover, so with some disdain I reached for a Teen Vogue. Some of the articles were interesting, but most of them I just skipped because I couldn't understand a lick of it.

When Allison returned, I was overjoyed. Not just because I enjoyed her company, but because my parents had been called away on business and had to go home for a full two weeks. I actually started planning in my head what we might do. I thought of tanning sessions, movies to go to, and even going in to town for a day at some point. She greeted us with hugs and smiles, and we helped her unpack a bunch of bags she had brought for the long stay. The second day she was there, we went outside, not to tan because our skin was now an even bronze, but just for the mani-pedi and hair braiding. It was somewhat of an awkward situation because it had become tradition for me to wear the bikini bottoms for these sessions, but this time we weren't tanning, so I didn't know what to wear. I elected to wear the bikini bottoms anyway, in hopes that they wouldn't notice the lack of purpose.

After braiding Laura's hair in a single long braid (a few times, Allison said I needed more practice) the girls got to work on double French braids for me, when offered a choice between that and a single French braid. The girls got to work on my hair, and made me apply a single coat of the smoother to my nails while they did that. It was a little awkward at first, but I soon got the hang of the tiny brush, and managed to finish the coat right as they were finishing up the braids. The girls decided they liked the original medium pink for my toes, but decided to apply several coats of clear to my fingers this time, for a reason I could not understand at the time. My nails were almost two millimeters off the tips of my finger now and it was clear that they were grown out. However, they were also very hard, due to the smoother, and I didn't worry about them breaking. Allison filed and soothed my nails, and then applied three coats of shiny clear while Laura applied two coats of pink to my toes. While this was going on, Allison asked about my legs. I explained the situation to her, and she smiled at me with a raised eyebrow, and then said "Well no matter the reason, I think they look fantastic, especially with the lovely tan you are sporting. I don't mind that you used my razor… this time. Be sure to keep using moisturizer when you get out of the shower or those beautiful smooth legs will dry up!" I blushed at this, and then was quiet while she finished my nails. She handed off the clear to Laura to do the topcoat on my toenails, and went inside. I heard her rummaging around in the bathroom for a while; she came back outside and watched Laura finish up on my toes. I was busy blowing my nails dry and admiring the handiwork, so when Laura finished my toes they both went inside and told me to sit and let them dry. I heard them talking in there, but I was busy reading a new issue of People, so I didn't catch anything they said. When they came back out, my toenails had dried, and the sun was setting. With a big grin on her face, Laura turned to me and said "so, David, we decided we didn't like the idea of you ruining all our hard work every time we did this, and we are leaving the polish on this time because we are just so proud of it we want it on parade." I looked at them intensely, beginning to wonder what I was getting myself in to. Sure I could hide the toenails pretty easily, and the fingernails were only clear, but they were shiny and might draw attention, and who knows how far they would go with this? I hesitantly told them this was alright, and they smiled at each other. We went inside, and I watched some TV until I went to bed. I found it easier to fall asleep with the braids in, it kept the hair out of my eyes, but I changed out of the bikini bottom out of respect for Allison's clothes. I slept well.

The next day I woke up, slipped on my heeled slipper sandals (noticing my pink toenails shining at the ends of my feet) and walked out to the main room where Allison was using the computer. She said good morning, and then told me we were going in to town today because Laura wanted to do some clothes shopping. I wasn't very interested in this, but I knew my parents had made it clear I couldn't be left home alone, so I didn't argue. Besides, it was more time with Allison, which was always fun. I showered, still enjoying the effects of Allison's flowery shampoo and conditioner. I decided my legs were getting a little hairy, and, maybe remembering the heat problems at night, or maybe remembering how nice Allison said my legs looked smooth, I decided to shave them again. When I got out of the shower, I put on a pair of khaki shorts that were frankly a bit too small for me, a white t-shirt, and went looking for my shoes as I did not plan on going in to town with my pink toenails visible. After a while of searching, I checked outside. To my disdain, I realized I had left my sneakers outside last night, and it had rained. They were setting in a puddle, sopping wet, and there was no way I'd be able to wear them if I was walking around town all day. I went back inside and explained the situation to Laura and Allison, pleading that they don't embarrass me by making me walk around in my flip-flops with glossy pink toenails. They whispered a few things in each other's ears, and then giggled and turned to me. "All right, we will remove the nail polish, even though we worked so hard to make it look nice, on one condition. We've decided that those flip flops of yours are just too gross, and they have to go. Don't worry though, I'll get you a pair of much nicer sandals to walk around in, and we'll call it even, alright?" I replied to Allison by saying, "throw out my old flip flops, wear a pair of yours from now on instead, and I don't have to go in to town with toenail polish on? Sounds like a good deal! If they fit anything like those slippers you gave me, I'm sure they'll be comfortable. We seem to be about the same shoe size." "Oh, I think they'll fit about the same…" she said, while smiling at Laura.

The sandals Allison brought me looked plain enough, solid beige, but the part that went over the foot was a bit more feminine, it was a broad brown ribbon with light blue trim and designs on it. I was pretty happy with this, and was sure they would draw a lot less attention than pink toenails. I slipped them on, and the first thing I noticed was that they had a bit of a heel, more than the slippers I had been wearing by about half an inch. I walked around in them, getting used to the feel of the heel, which made me walk in a bit more of a line, forcing me to turn my hips more for each movement I made. I didn't mind, as the fit was comfortable, so the girls went to the bathroom, got the nail polish remover, and swabbed off my toes.

As we walked in to town, I began to notice myself observing the girls I passed a little more, but not really for their breasts, or how cute I thought they were, but what they were wearing and how their hair was cut. I thought I was just becoming more observant, and passed it off to maturity. I also noticed that I was smiling a lot more, even inadvertently, and especially while talking to Laura and Allison. They mentioned my walk, teasing me about how easily I took to the heels, and I just scoffed and said I was good at getting used to new things. Then Allison pointed out that I had shaved my legs again, and I said I didn't want to go through the same problem I had before so I was going to keep them bare, plus I said teasingly, 'you said they looked so good.' She smiled back at me, and we walked in to a shop. Of course, it was a girls clothing shop, but the Laura and Allison tried to include me as best as they could in their shopping venture. They asked for my opinion on various clothes and shoes, which I gladly and playfully provided, and we walked out of there with a few fine purchases for each of them. At the counter, as Allison was checking out, she told the cashier "oh, also, do you sell girls razors here?" "We sure do," responded the lady, "here you go, one razor to keep those legs smooth and sexy. May I ask what happened to your old one?" "Oh, it's not for me." Allison responded with a smile, and as we were exiting the store, I looked back to see the cashier grinning, and observing my hairless legs.

After going in and out of a few more shops, we decided to head home. On the way, we passed a hair salon, and Laura said "hey, Allison, I haven't been to the salon in ages, could we go tomorrow?" "Sure, why not. David, you were pretty tolerant of us today, would you mind coming along tomorrow too? I think I'm going to get a cut and style as well." Allison replied, and then added, "Hey, you don't look like you've had a haircut in a long time! When I was braiding your hair the other day I noticed how uneven most of it was, and your split ends are frankly awful. It would really improve your image to have it cleaned up a bit." "Uh, sure," I responded, "but y'know, I thought I'd add to this summery look I've been working on by maybe, I don't know, bleaching it a little? I'm sure you know what I'm looking for. If I go tomorrow, you will tell the salon lady what I need to make my hair look more summery?" "Oh, definitely! I love that you are so open and adventurous with all this Davey, I'll make sure they do a good job!" and with that, we went home. I relaxed for the rest of the day, kind of excited for the salon visit tomorrow. At the end of the day, Laura offered to braid my hair for bed, and I happily accepted. It was a lot more comfortable for me to sleep with my hair in a braid, and I was surprised I hadn't taken up doing this sooner. I fell asleep fast, enjoying the feel of the sheets on my smooth legs.

The next day, after showering, I noticed my hair was looking particularly nice; it was actually extending beyond my shoulders now, so I decided that I would try brushing it like Laura did when she got out of the shower. I brushed in front of the mirror for a while, and realized it felt great, and relaxed me thoroughly. Leaving the bathroom refreshed, I went to my drawer to get clothes, but found my usual sort of outfit missing. I called through the bathroom to Allison, "Ally, where are my clothes?" She yelled back, "I'm washing most of them. I left out a white t-shirt and khaki shorts for you to wear today." I replied "I wore those yesterday!" and she came walking in to the room. After looking through my drawers, she apologized, and said it totally slipped her mind that she meant to wash my clothes yesterday, and I would have to make do with what I had in the bottoms of my drawers. I found a pair of semi-tight jean shorts that I had never worn which were significantly too small for me, they didn't even cover my knees, but they were the best I had. Besides that, I managed to find a yellow t-shirt that was two sizes too small, so the sleeves only reached about halfway down my upper arms. These clothes would have to do for today, I thought, and I didn't care too much because I was in too good a mood from brushing my hair and the prospect of the salon that day.

I slipped on my heeled sandals and we left the house. We chatted about hairstyles all the way to the salon, and right before we got there I said I had always wondered what I would look like with straight hair. After a little cajoling, the girls convinced me to let the hair stylist working on me straighten my hair, just to see how it looked. I finally agreed, and we went inside. I was immediately hit by the smell of hairspray and other hair products, along with a lot of feminine chatter. The theme was very pink, and the place was packed, save three chairs at the end. Allison walked up to the counter and checked us in, and a woman smiled and walked us over to our chairs, telling us that a stylist would be with us shortly. I sat on the end; Allison sat in the middle, and Laura on the other side of her. Soon, another woman walked over to us, and greeted us warmly. Her name was Lisa. She started out by asking what Laura wanted done, which she explained, and then moved on to Allison. When she got to me she said "alright sweetie, what do you want to do with this hair? It's a little out of shape, but it looks like you take good care of it. We could do a lot. What'll it be?" Allison interjected, and started talking to the stylist about just what I would have done. I drifted off, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells, and only caught something or other about 'strawberry blonde' from their conversation, and paid it no mind.

Lisa started out washing Allison's hair, and had two other younger girls come over to wash Laura's and mine. The warm water and lather felt wonderful on my scalp, and I drifted off in to pure relaxation. I heard a lot of snipping coming from beside me, but I had lost track of time. After a little while, Lisa came over to me. She started out by running my hair through some sort of hot metal pressing iron, which took a while, and afterwards I felt my hair brushing all the way down on the tops of the shoulder blades. Afterwards, she started to seemingly paint something strong smelling on to the surface of my hair briskly. She dried my hair with a blow dryer, and then rinsed it again in the sink. Then, she sat the chair up, and began snipping away. She combed, divided, clipped, and snipped for what was probably a good while before finally she let it all down, ran her hands through it a bit, and said "done!" she twirled me around to the mirror and I practically gasped at what I saw. My hair was long and straight, and as I turned my head a little it seemed more full bodied, and the back had been feathered. The front had a large swoop of hair that practically covered one of my eyes and was barely long enough to be held behind one of my ears. My hair had sweet-colored blonde streaks in it that made a dramatic effect on its appearance and made my hair seem much more bold and exuberant. "So, what do you think? Don't go and get too excited, and don't worry. This style can be brushed in to many different looks; this is just a particularly bold one. The bangs are long, so you could actually divide them and they'd hardly show. You'll have to straighten your hair every day if you want it to stay like this though, otherwise it will spring back to its usual curl. Not like that's a really bad thing though, it's just one of many hot new looks you can accomplish with this style! I know you'll love it!" Allison turned to me and smiled. "Is this along the lines of what you were looking for? I think it's fantastic! Nothing like that mess you had going on before. I managed to force out "…sure, yeah, it's great. Thanks Lisa. You did an awesome job." But when I looked in the mirror again, between the small yellow shirt, the thin eyebrows, and when I reached up to brush highlighted, feathered bangs out of my eyes, I noticed the long-ish, shiny nails, and I began to wonder if I looked way too girly.

I walked home barely talking, only a few compliments on Laura's wavy, drastically lightened hair that now bordered platinum blonde and Allison's cut, which was shorter in the back but had a long section that hung straight over one side of her face. When we made it home, I slipped in to my comfortable slippers, and lay on my bed with my new straight hair flowing outwards from my head in all directions. I just sat there thinking for a long time, until finally Allison came in. "what's up Davey?" she questioned. I responded "Allison, do you think what I've been doing, between the nails, the hair, the shopping and the shaving, is all too, I dunno, feminine?" "David, I can't be the judge of what you think, but personally, I think it's great that you have been so conscious to take care of your body and your appearance. Frankly, if all guys were more like you, the world would be a much cleaner, nicer place. I just think it's so unattractive for a guy to let his growth go unattended, and while it's not common practice, I think that you getting your hair cut, your nails shaped, and shaving your legs is really awesome. But it's not my decision. In the end, it's what you think. Do you think it's all too feminine?" after that, my heart melted, and I was sure of myself again. "No Allison, I like the way I look! It feels a lot nicer to be clean and well groomed, and I can't believe I ever lived any other way. I don't think that's so bad, do you?" "No Davey, I think it's wonderful. Let me know if you ever need anything, okay?" "'Kay Ally. Thanks for all your help." And with that, I picked up a magazine, went outside, and read through my oversized sunglasses until I went to bed.

The next day I woke up to find that my hair had gained a lot of it's wave back, but the bangs were still pretty obvious, as were the highlights. I got out of bed and in to the shower, and as I was getting out I stopped abruptly as I noticed (luckily before my whole body was out of the shower) that Allison was waiting for me in the bathroom. She told me not to dry my hair, and handed me a pair of boxers to put on. She said "I'm going to teach you to straighten your hair." I told her I probably wouldn't really need to know that, but she said "just in case. C'mon, you might as well know. It'd be a shame if your style could do so much but all that was behind a locked door for you. It's not that hard to learn. Let's go." After a few minutes sectioning my hair and running it through a pink pressing iron, I had achieved the effect that my hair had held right after I left the salon. I was actually rather pleased with myself, as I had caught on quickly and done most of it with very little guidance. I spent most of the day enjoying magazines through my oversized sunglasses by the beach, feeling my soft, smooth hair brush my shoulders and back. 'I could get used to this kind of relaxation' I thought.

That night when I went to bed, I had trouble sleeping again. I woke up in the middle of the night, unable to stand it anymore, and stumbled in to Allison's room. She was awake, reading a romance novel, and looked over to me and said "hey Davey, what's up?" "I... I'm having trouble sleeping again…" I said, shyly. She responded "What's wrong? How can I help?" I continued "well I'm not sure you can help… but… here goes. Well, the first problem is my legs again…" "I thought you shaved them. They look divine by the way." She interjected, "Well that's just it… they're a lot better, but now in comparison to the rest of my legs, my upper thighs, where my boxers cover is still too hot." I responded. "Is that all?" she questioned. "No, it's not. My real problem is, well, a lot more… embarrassing." I said with a frown. "Davey, you can tell anything to me. Don't worry, I won't judge." "Well, ok, here goes. My sheets have been bother my… my, well, my nipples. They rub up against them, and my nipples have been really sensitive lately, and that plus my legs overheating is really keeping me up… that's all. Can you help maybe?" She looked at me sympathetically and said "ooh, Davey, I can definitely help, but I'm not sure you are going to like it…" "I'll do anything. I can't sleep at all." "Well," she responded, "You could sleep in one of my panty-cami sets… they cover your nipples so the sheets don't rub, and the panties will leave your legs fully exposed so they stay cool. Are you up for that?" I cautiously replied "hey, I'll try anything once. If you are ok with it, that is." She said, with noticeable excitement, "I really am Davey. Let me go get you a set." In about a minute she returned with what looked like a tight tank top and briefs but considerably smaller and without a V opening, both tinted pink. "This is the most comfortable I could find, are you ok with it?" "Sure, it's not like anyone's going to see me wearing it. I'll go try them on." After a few minutes, I came out of the bathroom wearing the garments, and exclaimed "these are so soft! Why don't guys wear these more often? I swear I could fall asleep on your floor right now. Thank you so much Allison! I'm going to bed. Thank you again!" "Any time sweetie, you sleep well now!" "I will. Good night!" and with that I went off to bed with my smooth, soft legs fully exposed by pink panties, and my chest covered by a soft, pink night time cami.

The next day when I awoke, I barely wanted to get out of bed because I was so comfortable. My soft hair tumbled around my head, and my body was enveloped in tactile sensations between the sheets on my bare legs and the soft cami on my body and nipples. After finally getting up and showering, I put my boxers back on, but found that they felt like cardboard compared to the panties. I felt tempted to ask for another pair of the comfortable underwear, but restrained myself. I dressed in a normal manner, and noticed my nails had grown to be a bit out of hand. They were rather long now, almost two millimeters off the tip of my fingers, but they were losing their polish and shape. My toenails had gone unpolished since I started wearing the heeled sandals, and I was tempted to ask the girls when our next mani-pedi session would be, but again, I resisted. I played on the computer for a little while, but quickly tired and went out to the porch to catch up on Teen Vogue.

After a while of relaxing, I was joined by Laura and Allison. "Hey girls" I greeted them warmly. "Hey Davey." They said, looking at each other slyly. "You two have something to say?" I questioned. Allison responded. "Well Davey, yes. I need a huge favor from you." "After the way you have treated me over the past few weeks, it would be really hard to turn you down. You need something, you name it. What did you want?" "Well, there's no easy way to say this, so I'll just come right out with it. There's a huge party tomorrow, at one of my local friend's houses. She's already agreed to me bringing two guests along, but she won't budge on one detail. The party has to be formal dress." "Yeah, go on…" I responded. "Well, David, you don't have a suit or tux. I can't leave you home alone, so you would have to come to the party. My favor is… I need you to go to that party as a girl." "Now hold on!" I interjected. "Davey, wait, listen. You yourself said you looked feminine lately, and you have been doing some pretty soft things. Heck, last night you wore my panties. I don't want to force you, but if I have to I will. I have been so nice to you over these past weeks, like you said, and I think I deserve your help, just once. Please, Davey, for me?" I paused. This was not what I expected. Allison had been incredibly kind to me, and I had been acting kind of girly. I knew I had to repay her somehow, and this was the easiest way I could see. "Alright, I'll do it. But you two can't make fun of me! Ok?" "Oh, thank you Davey! Thank you so much! We are going to spend all day tomorrow making you look so beautiful that no one will recognize that you are a guy! You'll see!" "That's what I'm afraid of…" I mumbled as they rushed off to prepare.

That night I wore the panty-cami set again, and even with tomorrow on my mind, I fell asleep fast in its comfortable embrace. The next morning I woke up to Allison gently shaking me, saying "wake up sleepy head. We have a lot of work to do before tonight." I slowly rose out of bed, dreary eyed, but aware of my surroundings. "Alright, first things first. You need a girl's name. You pick, so we can call you that today and tonight. What do you like?" "Uhh… I've always like the name Nicole." I stammered. "Alright Nikki, Nicole it is! Nicole, go shower, you already use my hair products, so just do an extra good job this time, and I'll be in to help you with other stuff soon. Just holler when you are ready for me Nikki!" I hopped in the shower, and washed myself off. When I was finished, I didn't get out, but called for Allison. She came in, and I covered myself. "Nikki, you are going to have to get over that if we are going to get through this. Just let me see it, and then we can be past it and get to work." I shyly uncovered myself, and Allison smiled at me. She took out a razor, and said "I'm doing this because I'm a pro. You have been doing a pretty good job, but you need my help to look like a real girl." She started by immediately and carefully shaving all the curly hairs around my crotch. I felt a little shame and a little remorse, but there was nothing I could do now. Once my genital area was smooth, she started on my legs. After a few minutes she was finished, with zero nicks and they were so smooth I was afraid if I touched them my hand would slip right off. Then, to my surprise, she shaved the hair off the surface of my butt cheeks, and started on my back. After she finished shaving the very small amount of hair there, she moved on to attack the helpless peach fuzz on my chest. She even went as far as to shave my arms till they were as smooth as my legs. Now that I was totally hairless, she handed me a pair of underwear. It was a pink thong. She told me not to ask questions, and I slipped it on. I had a little trouble at first, but after I had pushed my member down beneath me it fit well, save the fact that it felt like a string stuck between my butt cheeks and my rear was totally exposed. She straightened my hair masterfully, curling it inwards very slightly at the ends to give it the effect of more significant body, and then she brushed it for a long time, making sure every hair was smooth, including making sure my bands sat perfectly over my face and tucked behind my ear.

She then went to her room, and returned with two skin colored masses. "Believe it or not, I was not always the voluptuous maiden you see before you, but I was always just has vain. These are what I used to wear to get the effect- fake breasts, almost a C cup. I'm going to glue them to your chest with this special adhesive; they won't come off without the neutralizer. Ready?" she didn't even give me a chance to respond before she squeezed the adhesive out on to the back of the breasts, and places the cold masses against my chest. After a little repositioning, and some sort of makeup added, they looked totally real. Thankfully, they warmed up to my body temperature pretty quickly. Allison noted that they looked a little bigger on me than they used to on her, but quickly forgot that when she saw the condition of my nails. She said that this time we were going to get them done professionally, which meant we would have to go to the salon with my dressed as a girl. She took out a bra that matched the thong, and wrapped it around me, fastening it in the back. It was low, pushing my breasts up higher on my body, and very thin, practically see through. Allison left the room for a moment, returning with my clothes. A pair of jean shorts that could hardly be considered shorts at all, the legs were so small and they were so tight that I was worried my underwear might peek out the bottom. "to show off my gorgeous legs" Allison explained as I forced myself in to them, and then she handed me a tight, pastel pink t-shirt with tiny cap sleeves that said 'pink' on the front in capital letters made out of rhinestones. The words were skewed a bit by my new breasts, but I hardly thought many boys would be trying to read the writing anyway, and girls would probably recognize the brand. I slipped in to my two inch heeled sandals, grabbed my favorite sunglasses, and Allison, Laura and I walked out the door.

After a while I picked up what they called a 'proper feminine walk,' striding in an almost perfectly straight line while swaying my hips and moving my arms slightly. When we entered the salon, Allison checked me in, and said "just one today," and followed me over to the chair I was to occupy for the event. Allison said "oh, by the way, you need your ears pierced" and before I could say no, two girls were on either side of me. The next thing I knew I had two little zirconium studs in my ears. After being briefed on proper earring protocol, a station was wheeled over to me, and my feet were placed in trays of liquid. After my current nail polish was removed, my hands were placed in similar trays, and my feet were removed. During this process, the girls had gone over to a wall covered in various color examples, and were now returning with a bottle. The bottle was handed to a girl, who began clipping and filing my toenails. After a short time managing shape, she began painting the color on. I didn't get a good look at it until she had finished three coats on my toes and began working on my left hand, but at that point I saw that it was a bright, scarlet-pink. A little filing and shaping, as well as pushing back and clipping my cuticles and the girl began painting the color on to my fingernails. She commented on how nice my nails looked, and that I took good care of them. I thanked her in my most feminine voice possible, and the girls practically squealed with delight. Allison walked over and whispered to me that that was great, incredibly convincing, and she wanted to hear me talk like that for the rest of the day. It wasn't very long before my nails were fully painted. Laura told me my hands were beautiful like a models, and I tried out my new voice again to thank her. After a little while of drying under an air jet, we left the salon and headed home. With my bright nails flashing in the light and my toenails glimmering at my feet, I couldn't help but move with even more feminine grace. I thought I was getting used to this, especially because Allison and Laura were smiling at me the whole time.

When we got home, it was already five o' clock. I asked the girls if they needed to get ready, and said they wouldn't take nearly as much time as me. They then brought out my dress. I have to say, my first impression was how magnificent it looked. It had a medium neckline that would probably show some significant cleavage, and an extremely low back. The color was a bright scarlet like my nails. It was cut off above my mid thigh, and I would have to be careful not to give anyone a show because this was the first open-bottomed garment I would wear and it was a very short, tight one at that. With a little help from the girls I slipped in to the dress, but I still felt almost naked. I came to the realization that this hardly covered me at all, between the low, bare back, the cleavage show, and the high cutoff, and was worried it was too much too soon. The girls assured me I could handle it, and Allison then explained that it was one of two party dresses she had brought and she was using the other one because it was her favorite, so I was stuck with this either way. Next I was handed a pair of very strappy, shiny scarlet sandals, with a three inch spike heel. I was used to walking with a heel, but these were certainly a step up. After fastening them on tight, I stumbled around the house for a good long time while the girls got ready and I got used to the spike heel. As the girls were finishing, I felt pretty confidant. We still had an hour left, and we were almost ready. I was both excited and nervous that we were going to pull this off. Allison had pulled half of the hair from each side of her face in to a short ponytail in back, leaving two long, straight sections to hang down next to her eyes. Laura had put a soft wave in to her long blonde hair and a light blue headband held it in place. She was wearing a powder blue, knee length dress with spaghetti straps and a ruffled skirt. Allison looked amazing in a cream colored loose but straight dress with a scooping neckline that made her look older and more sophisticated. They walked over to me and said "one last thing. You need makeup." Surprisingly, this had been the part I had been dreading most. I had never worn makeup before, but I saw the feminizing effects it had on whatever girl did. I was afraid this would push me over the edge, and even I might not be able to recognize myself afterwards. The girls got out a large kit, and started to work.

The first step was covering up the small amount of blemishes I had, they said, but my skin was surprisingly clear and they needed to use very little foundation. Then, they moved on to my eyes. I warm pink eye shadow was swept on to my lids and lightly over the area below my thin, curved eyebrows until the desired effect was formed. The shade below my brows was very subtle, barely a pink shine, while my lids were more dramatic, an almost reflective shine that was very pink. Then they dew in my eyebrows a bit with a think pencil to make them more defined and properly shaped. They took out a thin tipped tube, and told me to hold very still while they drew a medium-thin line along the rim of my eye and on the lower surface, lining it with black and creating an amplifying effect on my lashes. This effect was supplemented by two coats of black mascara, which also added to my lashes length, curl, and weight. I found myself blinking and batting my eyes a lot more with all this eye makeup on, and the girls giggled at how flirty this made me look. When they had completed the makeup on my eyes, they began to work on my lips. They started out by drawing a thin scarlet line around the edges of my lip, closer to the outside on my bottom lip and shaping along my cupid's bow on my upper. They said this would give them a fuller, more naturally feminine look, especially with color and gloss. They moved on to a scarlet lip color tool, almost the same color as my dress, and applied it liberally. They finished off with several coats of shiny pink lip gloss, which made my now feminine mouth not only more noticeable, but added to the effect that I had been 'all dolled up' for the night. A few sweeps with a brush of scarlet blusher on my upper cheeks to round out the effect, and the girls were satisfied.

I finally looked myself over in the full length mirror, and was stunned. Before me stood a recognizable figure for sure, but one that seemed… completed. I had seen this figure over the course of the summer, the past week especially, but never in such a perfect form. It was as if something had been unleashed from inside that had been trying to break out all along. After seeing this, I felt this. I tried to stammer out some words, but stopped myself when I began speaking in a feminine tone unintentionally. When I sat, I swept my dress forward and crossed my legs in a feminine manner. I scared myself because I had not been taught this; I just now realized I picked this up. I watched my hands move gracefully, swishing about, placing items of makeup in a small purse the girls had given to me, I saw my toenails shining at the end of my smooth, silky legs and out from the ends of the strappy sandals, and when I stood up to leave, I felt like a new person. This was how I had always been, and this was right.

-Prologue-

David went on to keep his new name, Nicole, and his parents took to this new development swimmingly. Already satisfied with their masculine older son, who had become engaged to be married over the summer, they were pleased to see their more awkward middle child happy with themselves. Nicole returned to school under her mother's maiden name as an adopted cousin, but Laura always treated her as the big sister she had needed. Nicole did, however, date girls. A part of her, it seems, had not been ready to forfeit its needs, and probably never would. A more perfect lesbian there could not be. After the summer of Nicole's awakening, Allison seemed to just… disappear. The girls exchanged phone numbers, but after frequent calls, Allison's phone never picked up, and was soon disconnected from the network. While Nicole felt remorse that Allison would not be part of her life any longer, she could not have been happier with the time they spent together. The only reason she actually believed she ever existed at all was a folder she found, over four years later, in the guest room at the beach house. The manila folder was labeled 'blackmail' with a devious smile drawn next to the words. Within, Nicole found several pictures of her early painted toenails, her French braided hair from behind, and her smooth legs on the tanning chair. Behind all these pictures, she found a note. The note was handwritten in neat, bubbly hand righting, and read:

Dear Nicole,

If you ever get a chance to read this, I would like to take this chance to tell you, I'm so happy for you. I hope you enjoyed our time together, I know I did. I'm off to help another soul in need, and hope you will do the same. Love you lots,

(Signed) Allison "Gary" Adams

  

  

  

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