My First Time Out Part 3

"Enough playing Shayna. We are on limited time," commanded Angelo.

They helped Shayna into her skirt, shoes, and jacket. Bracelets, rings, and a choker were added to refine her whore-like outfit. When Shayna stood up to walk to the wig station, Saki had to catch her. The thin 6" spikes were so high and the latex skirt was very tight and didn't expand very much.

"Damn, I'll never be able to wear these ankle boots tonight. And this skirt is too fucK-ing tight," cried Shayna!

Angelo and Saki forced her to practice walking. At first they each held an arm, then as Shayna improved, they lightly held her hands.

"You must remember Miss Shayna. The higher the heel, the more sway in your ass. You must also take tiny steps and prance on your toes," instructed Angelo.

Finally, Shayna surpassed cautiousness and started strutting like a little fuck-slut. She danced over to the wig station where Angelo was waiting.

Angelo took the wig off the stand and Shayna sat there astonished.

"WHAT did you DO to my WIG, she said?"

"Don't worry sweetheart, I know Sir Dominique's likes and dislikes," stated Angelo.

"I hope he likes it," pouted Shayna.

"It will complete your reputation in becoming a punky little whore," chortled Angelo.

Angelo applied some glue and placed the wig on Shayna's head. He fussed with it a bit and sprayed 'wig hold' into its permanent position. Now it was time for Shayna to view herself in the full-length mirror.

As Shayna exquisitely approached the mirror, the first thing she noticed was her hair was still a dirty blonde color. Her ears and four-inch hoop earrings were still visible because the hair on each side was drawn up into the curly bun on the crown of her head. She turned her head sideways and recognized it was still pinned up in the back, but Angelo modified it slightly. He had combed and teased some thin strands in the back. The strands laid stunningly about two inches down the nap of her neck.