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She found a skirt that I was able to get into, and a top that seemed to emphasize the boobs I seemed to have. She sat me down and shaped my eyebrows, then put foundation, concealer below my eyes, then highlighter along my cheekbones, hairline and such. She put eyeshadow on my eyelids and some light eyeliner, and finished with some light pink lipstick. I would never have recognized myself, and was astounded at how I looked. She managed to find a pair skinny of flats that were backless and were not uncomfortable for me to wear. Stephanie got dressed and we stood side by side facing the mirror and for all the world, looked like two beautiful girls getting ready to go out. We hit one thrift shop very near her place and found some flats and low heels that fit better than Stephanie’s shoes did. She bought me about four pair, only paying a few dollars per pair. We hit another place that had tops, some with the original tags still on them, again for only a few dollars each. We got half a dozen or so tops, and even found some nice skirts that went with them. I went into the women’s dressing room to try on the items, and nobody even looked twice at me. By the end of the shopping trip, I had pretty much a wardrobe of clothes, and excepting petite bras and panties, Stephanie had not even teens spent a hundred dollars. We hit a discount store and got several bras and pairs of panties for not tht much money. She hit the drugstore for some discount cosmetics. She said that the name brands were better, but for the moment, I’d be fine with lower tier goods. “I should go back to my place and get my clothes and stuff, if I’m going to stay with you.” “Personal effects, perhaps, but NO clothes. You will be dressing like a woman for the foreseeable future. Don’t tempt yourself with male clothes. You can’t wear them anyhow.” “That kind of assumes I get the job.” “You’re going into apply for the job Monday. If you flop, there’s still time to get a few clothes before you hit the streets.” “If I don’t get the job, you’ll throw me out?” “You’ll get the job if you really teen want it. And you’ll dress as a woman at all times if you live with me.” “I stay with you, and I live by your rules.” “Exactly.” Stephanie was very stern as she laid down the law with me. But once I made it clear that I accepted it, her face softened, she smiled, and kissed me. We took the clothes back to her place and then she took me to a salon where they cut my hair to look even more feminine than Stephanie had made it. She then had the stylist work with me a bit so I knew how to style it myself. I never realized how damned much work it was for a woman to take care of hair and makeup. From there she took me to a nail salon where they gave me a manicure and pedicure. She had them paint my fingernails and toenails a bright russian pink. She told me that a red was a little much for an interview, that I’d look prettier and more businesslike with the pink. By the end of the day, with the new shoes, clothes, makeup, and nails, I looked gorgeous. I fell in love with myself every time I looked in a mirror. Of course as time went on, I began to look for the japanese flaws in my appearance in the mirror, but those first few days, I felt beautiful, if weird as shit. We went to lunch and Stephanie had to teach me how to sit ladylike. He told me starting late was going to be hard enough and the sooner I was in classes, the better. As soon as I begin to stand up, my vision immediately begins to blacken and my head spins. Mia laughed and agreed, “He definitely won’t be expecting two babes for the price of one.” "You're doing just fine. I CAN DRAG YOUR GIRLY BIKE ALL NIGHT!” : Pinkie somehow teens still managed to find the strength to bark in anguish egging Talesman. I slipped inside her wet hole with no resistance. Some guys japanese even brought their wives there to dine out. Feeling his orgasm pushing for release he pulled out. “Off.” I instructed. What is petite it? Owwwwww...the knot went in and I shot another load as he started to fuck me harder. “Close your eyes and just enjoy what I do. 'Oh and feel free to cry through this. I ran my hands over her slippery breasts. As we turned the shower off, we dried ourselves off and headed back to her bedroom. I had been so excited about what I wanted to do to her, I hadn't even thought about what she'd want to do to me! Up to this point, I had always been the dominant one. “That's a real cock in you, honey,” moaned my mother. A thousand crazy scenarios flashed through my head. I was in the bedroom one time when Ryan came in. He’d been for a pee and came in to check on me. He kissed me and thanked me for making him happy. "Yip" I was coming home on Thursday afternoon with the truck and was going to skinny be home for a week or teen so. 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