*There is no sex in this part of Emery's story, but that is soon to cum. Thanks for your patience.*
Adjusting to womanhood
I wake the next morning as the sun pours through my bedroom windows. I sit up and quickly inspect my body with a sense of urgency. As I reach up for my chest, I find that my breasts are still there and that the events of yesterday were not a dream. I breathe a big sigh of relief, glad that I am still Emery and not Emerson. I run my fingers through my hair and find a tangled mess as my fingers fight knot after knot. I try to get what knots I can out with my fingers but find that it is useless without a brush. Then an overwhelming urge to pee registers in my brain.
I pull my dainty feet out of my covers and land on the floor, safe and sound. My breasts jiggle as I make my way to the bathroom. The strange feeling of no longer feeling my penis between my legs as I walk is a little different. Not in a bad way. It is just weird feeling a different part of your body move as you walk. I lift the toilet seat cover and sit down to relieve myself. After I am done, I get up and wash my hands. I look up in the mirror hoping to still see the beautiful face of the girl I have become, but I am met with a sheer freight. The girl I see in the mirror is a HOT mess.
Makeup is smeared all over her face. Big, discolored circles around her eyes seem to run to one side of her face. Lipstick is also smeared to that same side. The hair on her head is a frizzy tangled up birds nest. She looks like a whore that spent the night with a guy and is now trying to escape before anyone sees the shame on her face.
That is not a whore. That is me. I totally forgot to take my makeup off before I went to bed last night and I am now paying for it. I guess I better get cleaned up. I look like a creature that lives under a little kids bed. If Beth was here to see me like this, I would never hear the end of it. In my mind and in movies you always see girls waking up looking as gorgeous as ever. That is not the case and I am learning that awful truth right now.
I slide off my panties and find a crusty mess in the crotch. The same crusty substance is on two of my fingers of my right hand. They are clear evidence of my experimentation with my body from last night. I throw the panties in the clothes hamper and take a nice long hot shower. I make sure to wash my face as good as I can with soap and water. I even spend a few minutes shaving my legs of any stubble that may have come in. I get out of the shower, dry off most of my body parts with a towel and then wrap the towel around my hips like I have always done. I find a brush and begin to brush my hair free of any tangles.
I make my way back into my bedroom and find the clothes that I was organizing last night. I take my towel off and slide on a new pair of panties that I got yesterday. They are a pair of blue cotton lace cheekies that show off the bottom of my butt cheeks as some of the material in the back tucks into my rear end. I find an old t-shirt of mine and slide it up over my head. I flip the hair out of the neck of my shirt and finish the organization of my new clothes.
After about an hour, I get everything put away and have a load of laundry started for the few things that needed washing before I wear them. I get my computer out and go to sit on my bed, but before I do I find a bunch of makeup on my pillow that had smeared off during the night. I pull the pillowcase off and throw it into the pile of stuff that I need to wash anyway. I open my computer and pull up a browser window to go to Youtube. I start watching makeup and hair tutorials for the next couple of hours. If I am going to be a woman, I better learn to do this stuff and learn to do it the right way. I was never the type of person that put a whole lot of care and preparation into how I looked. Now with the gift I have been given, I need to learn to do it and learn to make myself as presentable as possible.
After watching a few videos on hair styles and tips, I realize I do not have any of the things that I need to do anything like that. I lack a blow dryer, straightener, curling iron, as well as a few brushes, hair ties and pins. So, I make a list of things I need to buy with a few makeup tools that I want to get to practice some different techniques. I work on my makeup slowly and methodically while watching a video. I think I do a pretty good job. I brush out my hair as best as I can, then take a selfie and send it to Beth with a text that says, "What do you think?".
I decide that I need to go to a department store to find some of the things I need for my hair and makeup. I put on the matching blue demi bra that goes with my panties. Then I slide on a white floral halter top sundress with a pair of two-inch white block heel sandals. If I am going to wear heels, I better get some practice in. I check myself over in a full-length mirror, making sure I look decent, before I make my way towards the door and out to my car.
As I arrive at the mall to do my shopping at Macy's, my phone goes off. I look at it and there is a text from Beth. "Your makeup is okay, but we need to work on your hair."
I respond back to her as I am walking into the department store. "I know. I am at Macy's right now getting some stuff. I don't even own a blow dryer. Lol"
I walk into the department store as the clacking of my heels is heard on the floor. I am getting more comfortable with wearing them. It took a while to adjust to walking in a different way, but once I learned to walk more on the balls of my feet and toes, it all came quickly to me. Walking around Macy's gave me the experience that I needed. Right when I am not actively thinking about walking, I would stumble a little or twist my ankle. Walking in heels feels a lot like trying to roller skate for the first time. It is tricky, but once you get the hang of it, you just seem to glide.
I begin to look around the department store for the equipment and items I need. With my concentration on walking and finding the things I need. I am oblivious to what is going on around me. I look up at what else is around and I catch a quick look at a guy checking me out. He looks away when he sees me look towards him, but it makes me smile.
I finish getting what things I think I need and head over to the checkout counter where a nice lady in her late 40's rings me out. She hands me my receipt and I take my items to the car. I place them all in the trunk and close it. I do have some more time to kill, so after I drop my things off at the car, I head back into the mall to go look around for some other things.
I spend a few hours with the other girls at the Sephora as they help me find the right foundation, eye liner, brow pencils, and lipstick. The sell me on way too much makeup, but I am very happy with the information that where able to provide. The taught me how to make my eyes look bigger and what color eyes shadow to use to really complement my eye color. I leave the store looking a million times better and can't believe that I am looking at this beautiful girl in the mirror.
I make my way through a few other stores and find a new purse. Then head over to the sporting goods store to get some exercise clothes that fit me. It would be fun to go work out with Beth and she did mention that I am going to need to stay in shape if I want to keep the figure that I have.
