Sissy Hubby Ch. 04
Keywords: Hubby, Sissy, Ch., 04,
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After picking up and cleaning the house, I prepared one of Stacy"s favorite dishes, eggplant parmesan. She pulled into the driveway just as I finished pouring two glasses of wine. Quickly serving a slice of the eggplant onto her dish, I stood by the door to greet her. Quickly tugging down my tight white muscle shirt with lacey straps, and making sure my new belly chain laid on top of my shorts with the tiny tag pointing away from me. I had just run my hand through my hair when the door opened and my wife stepped inside.
"Well don"t you look good enough to eat!" she praised me as soon as she had looked me over. Reaching out she patted my semi-hard "clitty" harder than she had ever done before. "And you made eggplant for dinner!" wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me in tight. "You are such a good little slut!"
I moved toward her lips to kiss her, she quickly pulled away and sat in her chair. Without waiting for me to join her, she started to eat. "Did you have good day Stacy?" I asked while taking a seat.
She nodded her head, with a mouthful of food. Gazing at her from across the table, she looked wonderful. Her hair and make-up were perfect, the light tan skirt and jacket fit her perfectly accenting her hips and boobs. The white silk blouse was thin enough to see the outline of the white bra she wore beneath. How did I get so lucky as to marry this woman?
As soon as she had finished eating, she rose from the table and said, "I have another surprise for you… if you are interested?"
"Surprise? I love your surprises!" finding it impossible to remain still, jumping up out of the chair.
"Why don"t you wait in the living room for me, I"ll bring it to you."
Skipping to the living room, I took a seat on the couch, crossed my legs and played with the tag on my belly chain, trying my best to control my excitement.
Stacy entered the room carrying two bags, one in each hand. She set the first one down on the table right in front of me and held the other behind her. She rocked on her heels as she asked, "Dottie, do you like the clothes I chose for you to wear today?"
Looking down, the white "flats" and schoolgirl socks, the skin tight short-shorts with the heart emblem on the butt, the tight little muscle shirt, this was a "no brainer". I answered her while cupping imaginary boobs, "Oh yes I do Stacy! I really, really like them! And you know what?"
She raised her eyebrows, indicating that she did not know.
I bashfully went on to say, "I think Kim likes them too."
"Oh, that"s right, did you have fun with your new friend today?"
Lowering my head, noticing I was still cupping my imaginary boobs, dropping my arms and folding my hands in my lap. Unsure of how much to tell her, "Yes, we did have fun today." Deciding to answer her question and offer no additional information.
"That"s good Dottie, I"m glad you two had a nice day together." She answered in way that made me think she knew everything I had done since she left for work. "Go ahead and open your surprise."
Leaning over and picking up the plastic shopping bag, it wasn"t heavy enough for more toys, and weighed more than clothing would. Placing it between my legs, I opened the bag to find a little black leather purse. Pulling it from the bag, opening it up and examining the pockets, inside was a matching wallet much larger than the back-pocket wallet I had carried for years. Inside the wallet was a coupon from a local tanning salon with 10 tans paid for, I replacing the card in my wallet. Going back to the purse I found a little hot pink cell phone. A smile spread across my face, "They are wonderful Stacy! I love them!"
Stacy urged me on, "There is more in the bag Dottie."
Reaching back in the bag, I felt a handle connected to what I thought was a small box. As I pulled the box out, I discarded the now empty bag to the floor before me. The box was also black leather, setting it down on my lap, I opened the shiny silver latch and raised the lid to find… make-up! All of it brand new still contained it their individual packaging. I nearly jumped out of my skin with excitement! "All of this is for me?"
Stacy moved to sit beside me and replied, "Yes sweetie, it"s all for you." She then began pulling out one item after the other, describing the purpose of each. In addition to the make-up, there were fake nails, three different scents of perfume and tooth whitening strips. When all of it had been opened and its purpose described, she asked "Would you like me to teach you how to use all of this now?"
"Of course, I would love for you to teach me how to properly use these things!"
Stacy helped me pack all of the make-up back into my bag, then took my hand and led me to the bathroom. I hopped up on the counter and spread my legs, Stacy stood between my thighs and started with the foundation, applying an thin coat over most of my face. She then applied a darker shade of foundation along my cheekbones to emphasize them. As she worked, she stated "Pay close attention Dottie, I won"t show you how to do this again. And from now on, when I come home from work I want your face all pretty for me."
Holding as still as possible, I simply answered "Okay." Make-up was the next logical step in my "change", as Kim had called it. I couldn"t even imagine what would happen to me next! Returning my attention to the manner in which Stacy applied the make-up, she held up a mirror when finished with the foundation, my pores and light freckles were gone. And she was right, my cheekbones stood out with the darker tone of foundation.
Stacy had moved onto the blush, lightly dusting my cheeks with a reddish-pink color. Then the eyeliner, she outlined my eyes with thick black lines. My eyelids were then coated with eyeshadow, a lighter tone was used for my eyebrows after cleaning them with a damp cloth to wash away the foundation. The application of mascara will take some getting used to, Stacy made my lashes outrageously long.
Onto my lips, she first showed me how to apply the dark red lip liner, tracing the shape of my lips and accentuating the peaks under my nose. The medium shade of red lipstick covered my lips, first the lower, transferring it to the upper then touching up the middle of my upper lip. To complete my lips, a clear lip gloss was used to make them shiny.
Lightly dusting my cheeks, forehead, chin and nose with powder eliminated the shine. When she held the mirror up, my lips almost glowed, my eyes looks so slutty and my cheekbones stood out proudly. Gazing into the mirror, I turned my head side to side and wondered, is that really me?
My wife didn"t even pause, she set the mirror down and went back into my make-up kit, withdrawing a set of glamour length fake fingernails. Taking my hand in hers, she broke the nails from their packaging, applied the adhesive and set the nails in place. Quickly moving to my other hand and repeating the process. She chose the darkest of the three shades of red from my case and polished all ten nails. I raised my hands to my face and admired the job she had performed while blowing on them to speed up the drying process.
At this point Stacy paused, staring at me for a moment, then said "Something is still not right." She tilted her head to the side, then perked up and stated, "Your hair! It"s your hair! We HAVE to do something with your hair." She had raised her hand while declaring her discovery and ran her fingers through my hair just above my left ear.
I sat on the bathroom counter with my face completely made up, wearing my skin tight shorts, little lacey muscle shirt, belly chain, schoolgirl socks and white flats as my wife brushed out my hair, combed it first to one side then the other. She would shake her head after each try, finally combing it all out straight. She had me get off the counter and turn around for her. When I finished my turn, she stood there nodding her head, "I know just what to do!"
She opened a drawer and pulled out a comb and pair of scissors, "You are going to look so cute!"
I sat down on the toilet as my wife cut my hair. This wasn"t anything new, while she was in school, we often couldn"t afford for me to get my haircut. Off and on for nearly 4 years, I would sit in this same place while my wife made my hair presentable.
This haircut was taking longer than ever before, I started to imagine her cutting each hair individually. Just as I started to get restless, she laid the scissors and comb on the counter. "You"re not done yet, just give me a little more time." She said, I could tell she was pleased with the job she was doing.
Stacy pulled out her curling iron and blow dryer, plugging them into a nearby outlet. As she waited for the curling iron to heat up, she pulled out her hair spray.
I had become quite anxious to see my hair. The make-up had completely transformed my facial appearance, now my hair, I could hardly wait!
As soon as the curling iron was hot, she explained what she was doing. "In the back, grab as much hair as you can and curl it away from your head. Make sure you get the entire back nice and curly. Do the same thing on both sides." She kept working, leaning in close at times, her breasts touching my face as she switched from curling iron to comb and back again. "Now the on the top here, I am going to fluff it up and comb your bangs down straight. There, the wave across the top looks great. And all the waves in the back are just perfect!" She coated my hair with what seemed like half the bottle of hair spray.
She set all of her tools down and offered a hand to help me up. She then covered my eyes with her hand and led me in front of the mirror. "Are you ready Dottie?"
"Yes… yes I am." I was quite nervous and very excited at the same time.
She dropped her hand, I opened my eyes and saw a woman. If I didn"t know better, I would have sworn the person in the mirror was a girl! Stacy had done an amazing job with my hair, a truly amazing job.
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Keywords: Hubby, Sissy, Ch., 04,