I honestly thought having my eyebrows plucked would hurt more than it did, but it was OK. My main fear was how much of them she’d left behind. She handed me a mirror. I bit my lip but agreed that my eyebrows looked tidy rather than overtly feminine, however once she’d defined them with an eyebrow pencil, they looked very feminine indeed. My smoky black eye-liner at first looked like I had black eyes, but theirs was similar to mine; dark, moody, vampish and most definitely ‘rock’. My lips were painted a deep dark red which next to my pale even skin tone reminded me of gothic chic rather than rock chick, but it’s near enough. Once my make up was done, my sister decided that she wanted to put my hair in French plaits but I wasn’t keen… until she reminded me that the girlier I can look, the better and plaits are girlier than wearing my hair down, she claimed. “But how long will it it take?” I asked, glancing at the time.
“It’ll be quicker if we skip the twenty questions.” my sister dryly stated. She parted my hair in the centre, then parted each half again and began braiding. I winced as she tugged at my hair. She told me to stop whining and assured me that tight braids would look ‘cool’. A good twenty minutes passed before she was done. I looked at my reflection and wasn’t disappointed. With my pale even skin and heavy dark make-up, the four tight plaits looked great. “I look mean.” I said. “Like a Klingon.” I grinned. They grinned too and Terry asked if I was ready to get dressed. I bit my lip and gulped. “No.” I grimaced. “But…” I hesitantly added.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” my sister said. “Now you’ll have to wear control knickers to flatten your boy-bits.” she told me. “…and a bra to un-flatten your chest.” she smiled.
“A bra!” I gulped.
“You’re supposed to be a sixteen year old girl remember.”
“I know but…”
“No buts Matty… you’re wearing a bra.” Terrie told me. I grimaced as I took the underwear from my sister. The straps confused me. “Did he wear a bra the last time you dressed him up?” she asked my sister.
“No.” Izzy replied said. “He didn’t even wear knickers.” she added before turning to me. “Don’t just look at them Matt, we haven’t got all day.”
With my back to the girls and Terrie’s bathrobe to hide behind, I pulled on the control knickers. “These are really tight.” I said as I arranged myself inside their strong elasticated grip.
“They’re supposed to be.” I was told. My sister had already unpacked and gathered the tights. She held them ready for me to put my toes in.
“I think I’d prefer normal black tights.” I said as I pulled the black fishnets up my legs “These look too…”
“Tarty?” Cat suggested.
“Something like that.” I frowned.
“Matthew they look great.” I was told as the short leather skirt was handed to me.
I stepped into the skirt and pulled up the zip. It has jeans style pockets on the back and front, all of which seem to too small to be of any practical purpose. I hesitated before removing the bathrobe and revealing my bare chest to my sister and her friends. Donning the bra didn’t make me feel any more comfortable. I put my arms through its straps and got them onto my shoulders before my sister stepped in and fastened it for me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I grimaced as I looked down at the unfamiliar garment.
“So you keep saying.” my sister replied. Terrie and Cat grinned as my shoulder straps were adjusted to the correct length. Its straps and chest band are about 10-12mm wide. Its padded cups are trimmed with a little black lace and sit unconvincingly on my chest. I pull the stretchy lace crop top on over it which makes my chest look a little more convincing. “You’re looking pretty hot Tilly.” Izzy grinned.
“Tilly?” I quizzed.