"Okay baby now look up and don't blink." My loving girlfriend Nida gently commanded.
"Yes goddess," I replied as she eased me through the threatening, new sensation of having an eyeliner pencil approach my eye. I didn't need to worry. She'd done this before. She traced my left eye first and then the right.
"All done with that baby. Good job, you didn't even flinch." She was so compassionate and reassuring. "Now it's time for the final touch. I think a bright red for your lips would be fun!" She giggled and I couldn't help but do so in turn. I felt giddy. Here I was with the most understanding woman I had ever met, one or two strokes of lipstick away from fulfilling my fantasy of being completely feminized for an evening.
My fingertips tingled with excitement, but one look into her big, beautiful brown eyes was all it took to settle my nerves in this moment.
"I love that idea, goddess."
"Perfect babe. Okay, separate your lips just slightly and hold still." I did as I was told. The lipstick gently pulled my lips from side to side as she layered it on and shaped my lips to perfection.
"There, all done." She said, obviously satisfied with her work judging my the sweet smile her own full, perfect lips couldn't hold back. "Come with me. It's time to see yourself, my sexy little sissy." I got a chill every time she called me that. I rose to my feet, slowly trying balance myself on the 6'' white stiletto heels she had surprised me with. It was tricky at first but didn't take long. She held my hand as we began to walk across the room to the full length mirror. I must have looked a bit clumsy in the heels because she chimed "Now now, sissy. Make sure you strut like we practiced."
The command was domineering, yet still resonated as a sweet, loving reminder. I focused on my technique. I didn't want to disappoint her after all this effort. I knew her standards would be high since she was a 5'10" experienced runway model with caramel-toned legs that reached for the sky and a perky ass that sat on top and she knew how to use all of it, but she deserved my very best. I arched my back, stood up straight, tucked my chin and began to place one foot directly in front of the other, allowing my hips to sway from side to side as she escorted me the 7 most anticipatory steps I may have ever taken.
"Much better, baby. You moved like a real woman that time." The sweet approval made my cock twitch, and I could feel it growing harder beneath a thin layer of soft lace. The mirror was there to my right.
"Okay my love. Turn and see what you've become." I slowly turned toward the mirror and what I saw rendered me speechless. I didn't see the 6'2" 185 pound former collegiate athlete with masculine features. The love of my life had successfully done away with him for the night. I looked down to my feet, slipped delicately into those tall white heels with the ankle straps. My legs looked longer than usual while wearing them, and the shear black thigh-high stockings that had felt so nice slipping over my freshly shaven legs tapered up to a wide, lace trim that almost came to the cusp of my now smooth, hairless ass. Just above that my cock, though quickly hardening as I saw what my love had transformed me into, remained tucked neatly within a pair of light pink, lace cheekies. Around my chest was a bra to match with padding that filled out my A cup. Finally, I worked up the courage to look myself in the eyes. I could hardly recognize myself. My face was now framed by a long, flowing brown wig that slightly covered one eye. My lips were full and red and shaped like those of a pornstar. My cheeks were rosy. I didn't know how much of that was makeup or my blushing at the sight of myself, but it was only accentuated by the contrast of my smokey eyes, made up to perfection and lined thick with an amount of eyeliner reserved only for sluts. I may not have been totally passable, but I couldn't help but feel sexy standing there like that in front of the mirror with Nida standing next to me, smiling in approval at me with her hand tightly gripping my ass.
She looked so perfect, the epitome of my desire. The face smiling back at me in the mirror was a work of art, with those big, deep brown eyes and their soft, sensual sleepy gaze that could melt the heart of any man peering out from within the shadows she had created with her masterful use of makeup. Those eyes were resting above her high cheek bones that tapered in so gently from the sides of her doll-shaped face, down to her own luscious, perfectly kiss-shaped lips. And her adorable, little nose was placed so delicately in the middle of her beautiful face that it was as if it were painted on a porcelain doll. Her eyebrows had a perfect taper that could say so many things depending on the mood she was in and right now served to accentuate the seductiveness of her eyes. Her hair was so full, and perfectly smooth, having been gently curled in such a way that the long flowing spirals of dark chocolate silk rested airily atop her strong yes slender shoulders. Her softly rounded chin was met by the most beautiful neck line I had ever seen in a heavenly proportion that only the masters of the arts could duplicate.
Her whole body glowed with an irresistible golden complexion that made me want to taste her from head to toe. And her long, gently flowing figure was wrapped in black lace lingerie that made my cock throb and also made me a little jealous, but she had made it clear that black wasn't for sissies like me. Her coarset boosted her petite breasts and hugged her tightly before liberating her figure just above her hips and perky ass which was traced by the thin straps of a black lace thong. Her long legs were slipped into skin-tight black latex high-heeled boots that served to remind me she wasn't always the sweet, gentle lover I had been with all afternoon, and that reminder made my cock grow even more, to the point that it began to emerge from the strap of my frilly, pink panties.
"Well, what do you think, my good little girl?" She inquired, with a smirk strewn across her face.
"I-.." I was rendered speechless. She had made my fantasy a reality. All I could summon was a soft and liberating smile and "Thank you goddess."
I was in love. I was in lust. She was my goddess. And tonight, I was her sissy.
"On your knees, slut." She commanded. Her tone had shifted instantaneously to one that I was familiar with, one that I feared, but one that I couldn't deny my craving for. It was the tone my goddess reserved for times she wanted me to know my place. I dared not disobey her. I immediately lowered myself to my knees with my hands folded over my crotch.
"You look good down there. How does it feel being on your knees all dolled up like a cheap slut?"