"Go take a bath, perform your ablutions, and find something sexy to wear," she said.
He was nervous. It was their first time together, in person. Until now their relationship was purely digital. He was a sissy, she accepted this. He felt shame, but then she smiled warmly and spoke a few words.
"It's ok sweet sissy. I know what you are and you know I know. I will never hurt you."
He felt a tingle in his stomach and then kissed her lovingly. She returned the kiss and began undressing him. He went to undress her but she stopped him and continued undressing him until he was naked and she, fully clothed.
"Go get yourself ready," she said. "Let me know when you're ready and we'll paint your face. I'll show you some tips, it will be fun."
He was hard standing in front of her unashamed. He was fully aroused.
He shaved...everything, legs, crotch, underarms, and chest. He looked and felt like a flat-chested girl. He admired his smooth body in the mirror. He bathed, cleaned himself and then picked his outfit. Florida bejeweled sandals, pink spaghetti strap chemise, wide-net hose, pink microfibre/polyester blend thong with an extra-large silky and stretchy pouch. His favorite outfit. He stretched a hairnet over his short hair and put on his dark brown, almost black wig. It was just over the shoulder-length, silky smooth and straight hair. It reminded him of her hair.
He put it up in a ponytail for the makeup.
"Lets go to the vanity, We're all set up and ready," she said.
They talked while she applied makeup. They'd known each other a long time, since before they'd started their digital affair. They were colleagues then, and after he moved away they started writing each other and eventually discovered they had feelings for each other. Because they were both married and he lived on another continent, a digital relationship began and went on for 10 years until now. He'd come back to visit family. He hadn't intended to let her know he was in town. When they ran into each other at Panera they were just going to leave it at that, but then he wrote her. She responded. Then this.
So they caught up. While she painted his face, showing him tricks, demonstrating technique, they talked and before long it was natural. He was aware that he was with his old friend, but also aware that he was a sissy. He was dressed up for her in a way he'd only ever done alone. Fully dressed, wig, and makeup. He watched as she worked magic on his face. He was stunned at how much better she was at makeup than he was. His reflection seamlessly transitioned between man and woman before his own eyes. He felt himself lurch with arousal.
He looked down. A small drop of precum had seeped through the pouch of his thong. She dipped her finger into it and fed him.
"Stroke your clit sissy," she said. "Stroke your clit while we talk and I work on your face."
She was smiling sweetly and she watched him carefully. He pulled out his clit and let the pouch embrace his smooth balls, his pussy they would both refer to it thereafter. He used only the tips of his forefinger and thumb and he stroked his hard clit.
Oh he felt wonderful inside. Complete relief and release. He was sissy now. They continued. She wouldn't let him stop stroking.