"There. Now we're ready for the paint job." She worked swiftly, smoothing my eyebrows with pencil, lining and shading my eyes, and last, gluing on the long, curly eyelashes.

Finally, she was done. She stepped back to look at her work. "Oh, I can see you're going to be a beautiful woman!” she said.

"I should think so with all this gunk on my face," I said, smiling.

"And now, the crowning glory for every gorgeous girl!" said Nancy. She walked to the closet and returned, carrying a beautiful black wig. Carefully, she fitted it to my scalp, then added more makeup to blend it with the natural roots of my hair. She brushed it into a loose hairdo, then gave it a heavy lacquering with hairspray.

Again she stepped back to look and nodded in approval.

"You are a doll!" she said. "But no fair turning around to look! We've got to get you dressed first. Take off your peignoir."

I slipped the garment off and stood, feeling embarrassed in my dainty orange panties. Nancy handed me a lacy brassiere in the same color.

"Here, slip this on and I'll fasten it for you," she said. After some fumbling, I managed to get my arms through the straps and she fastened the back together.

"Tight, isn't it?” I said.

"It's supposed to be, silly. How else could it hold you up?"

"Hold what up? I haven't got anything."

"You will as soon as you put these in." She handed me a pair of pseudo-breasts, molded of rubber. They were very soft, and felt full of liquid. I slid them into place, and felt the bra straps tighten from the weight.

"How do they feel?" asked Nancy, looking at my bust critically.

"Kind of strange, but not bad. I'm glad I'm not a real woman, though. I feel so strange with these things stuck out in front of me."

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