42 TV FICTION CLASSICS "SANDY THOMAS

I was now a very sexy young woman! Not finished yet, Michelle produced a beautiful, lace covered full slip.

"The clothes I'm lending you were what my mother bought me for my first dance. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did."

"Oh, they're gorgeous. I couldn't have imagined I would ever be wearing something this feminine...and loving it." I gasped.

"Wait till I'm done with you, maybe your mother won't even recognize you!"

The slip slithered down over my silky undies, until the delicate shoulder straps rested on my shoulders and the lavishly lace hem brushed the tops of my stockinged knees. "That's all for now. Come and sit at my dressing table while I work on your nails and makeup.

I did as requested and watched as the expert fingers of my roommate surveyed my face and made decisions about the cosmetics that he would use. A light foundation was spread over my face and worked in with a makeup sponge. This was covered with a light dusting of face powder. The effect was to give me an absolutely peaches'n cream complexion.

Blusher, eyeliner, and eye shadow were carefully brushed on. Michelle then took an "extra thick lash" mascara and began to apply several coats onto my already naturally long eyelashes. The curved brush of the applicator repeatedly stroked my lashes making them grow longer and longer. Next, he pulled out a strange looking device that he said was an eyelash curler. Its little clamp was gently crimped over each eyelash. This made them curl very sexily upwards. I couldn't believe how long they looked now, almost as if they were artificial lashes!

Taking a fine lipstick brush, Michelle outlined my lips with a dusty rose lipstick. Once they were outlined he applied the same lipstick over the rest of the lips and had me blot carefully on a tissue. My face now beautifully resembled an older, more mature girl.

As I continued to watch, Michelle removed my hair net and began to delicately undo pins and remove the rollers from my hair. Each curl was released to bounce gently. Taking his hairbrush, he then slowly brushed through the curls.

Switching to a rattail comb, he gently began to backcomb the hair to give it incredible volume. The back hair he brushed upwards and deftly formed into a neat twist that was fastened with a series of bobby pins. Mists of hairspray floated down around my face as he set the final style. I looked back at the gorgeous young woman in the mirror with the full curls femininely tickling my ears and cheeks, while the back hair was elegantly pulled up into a French Twist.

Still not done, Michelle had me put my hands on the dresser while he gave me a manicure. He shaped my already long nails even more

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femininely than I had dared to so far. This was followed by two coats of pink polish plus a clear top coat like I had received on my toenails the night before.

While Michelle busied himself in his clothes closet I sat waving and blowing on my nails to speed the drying process. When you use several coats of polish like that the drying is much slower, but the resulting color and gloss look oh so elegant.

Finally, they were dry enough for me to complete my dressing. Michelle had produced a beautiful, pale rose colored dress. It had a deep-v neckline, with billowy puffed sleeves reaching to just above the elbow. The bodice was tight and had a flaring drop-waisted miniskirt that matched the sleeve design.

Very carefully, with the long back zipper completely open, Michelle helped me lower it over my arms and body so as to not muss my coiffure. Tugging it into place snugly over my hips, he turned me around and told me to breathe in while he pulled the zipper up from near my buttocks to the back of my neck and finished by closing several hooks. A pair of very high heeled pink sandals with crisscrossing straps that closed around the ankle completed the outfit. I must admit, that I had never worn shoes that high before and I stood a little wobbly.

"Now, just jewelry to match and you're all set for town!" Michelle exclaimed as he returned to his dressing table and began to rummage around in his jewelry box. Soon I was standing before the full-length mirror with pink, clip-on earrings, a gold chain with heart-shaped pendant around my neck, and several pink and red plastic bracelets.

"Oh, my...this is too much!" I gasped as I took in the complete image in the mirror. This was my 'dream girl'!! I was absolutely beautiful, from my elaborately done up curls, to my sexy high-heel sandals and painted toes. My eyes were starting to fill with tears of joy and fear, but Michelle quickly intercepted that.

"Hey, Cathy! No tears, you'll make your mascara run, and we don't have time to repair it now." he said as he promptly dabbed at my eyes with a clean tissue. "We just made it, it's ten to ten and you're mother should be here any time. Let's go out to the front doors, Ok? Just let me get dressed."

Chapter 12, Going to meet Mom.

I stood and examined the lovely image in the mirror, while Michelle quickly pulled on jeans, T-shirt and sneakers. Pulling his hair straight back into a simple pony-tail he was ready. I didn't realize it, but by dressing so boyishly Michelle was purposely trying to enhance my femininity to all who would see us together. Putting my wallet, lipstick, and some remedial makeup into a matching pink clutch purse, Michelle handed it to me and opened our door to the hallway. It then struck me, what would the other