Once a Slut Always a Slut

Paul’s voice shouted from downstairs - “45 minutes Charlotte or you are in trouble!” At this point I thought I heard Paul go to the front door but decided that I must have been mistaken.

‘Bloody-hell I must get on; time is running out.’ Right! No some mascara then some fine powder pressed on from a compact that had been left open on the dressing table. I spent a bit of time outlining my lips with a lip pencil before applying a sexy pink lipstick. I found a large brush and swept some blusher over my cheeks as I had see done by Sarah.

A glance in the mirror and ‘wow’ I was really looking the business now. I put the stockings back on and picked up an ankle chain that I had noted earlier; this I attached around my right ankle. I looked down at it and my prick shot out from under the knickers standing to attention. ‘Shit!’ I pushed it back but my God it hurt as I tucked it away.

I reached over for the black and white print dress that had been abandoned on the floor I slid it over my head. It was almost a perfect fit although I had to struggle with the zip but after some contortions I managed to get it up to the top. There was a black belt that went with it and I fastened that looking in the mirror to again admire myself.

A voice boomed from below, “35 minutes you tart!”

I think to myself ‘No it’s OK I am actually on schedule!’

I take out the hair rollers and brush my hair in a girly fashion – Looking in the mirror all the time, ‘Oh! My! GOD!’ I really do look like a girl! Now some hairspray just to give it a bit of volume. The transformation was practically complete.

Then out of curiosity I opened Rachael’s wardrobe door; to my excitement I see a pair of black platform sandals with a 2” Platform and 6” heels – ‘I’m wearing those!’ I say to myself.

I have them on in a couple of minutes and practice walking around – now what else?