The Bodysuit - Sex Stories

The Bodysuit

... she began to use a cotton swab to smear some adhesive around all the edges of the wig, making sure not to miss any areas. "Now just sit tight for about fifteen minutes and let that dry as I get some makeup ready," she instructed. I sat in the chair in the bedroom pondering if there was a point at which we were taking this too far, but it was just too darn fun to imagine and play, so I let the thought disappear from my mind and watched the morning news. About fifteen minutes later she returned from the bathroom to check my hair. We both tugged at it a little and tried to see if it moved. It didn't. It was like it was real hair on my head. Wow. "Okay, next test," she said. "Let's take a quick shower and see if all this stays in place. A shower was a welcome thought after our evening and morning love making sessions. We probably need them. In the shower it was an entirely new feeling. I had never showered with long hair before. My hair wet around my neck and draping down on my shoulders was a new feeling. I think she could tell I was enjoying the new experiences as I washed my hair and ran my hands over my body to to wash. I can't say I was turned on as much as I was just intrigued and entertained. The glue on the wig held up famously. It looked like it would be no problem to shower with the hair in place and in my new body. We got out and dried off (and for the first time ever, I had to blow dry my hair, which she taught me how to do) and she had me go pick some clothes out to ...

... wear out shopping. "Now, remember, we are going out shopping," she noted. "Just wear something like any normal woman would wear to go out shopping, this isn't a sexy contest today." It made sense to me. I selected just a plain ankle length black skirt and a turquoise knit plain front shirt to wear over my pink lace boyshort panties and a pink full cup underwire bra to go with a black garter belt and stockings. I finished with just plain pair of slightly raised platform black shoes. While I got dressed she got herself ready. She wore a knee length skirt black skirt that fit her tightly and a plain white blouse. She also wore stockings with a garter belt. It was a look I always loved on her. "Come back into the bathroom," she instructed. "It's time to do your makeup." I had shaved closely in the shower, with her noting that I was going to have to do that thoroughly every day lest I start looking like the bearded lady. I might even have to do it more than once a day if we were going to be in public. I had forgotten about that. While the bodysuit covered much, it didn't cover my face. Note taken. She sat me down in her makeup chair in the bathroom and set to work. About ten minutes later, she told me to look in the mirror. It was subtle makeup, not overdone, but wow what a difference. I saw a girl looking back at me with similar facial features to what I remembered I looked like, but definitely different. It wasn't slutty at all, it was professional with light tones highlighting ...