Pretty Like My Sisters

"Veronica." I said, trying for a female voice. It wasn't high, but it was feminine. It was kind of a low, sing song.

"Veronica," said Sarah, slowly. She remembered where it came from. "That voice was pretty good Veronica. I think it could pass, as long as you don't shout." I blushed at the compliment. "Now," said Sarah, "Before we get weepy again," let's do your makeup."

"Ok," I said, excitedly, still in that voice. The voice that was Veronica. I had always loved makeup, but, when I had tried it myself, I looked like a paint smeared clown. Seating myself in front of the vanity, Sarah knelt next to me. She had me choose the colors, and with her hand guiding mine, my face began to take form.

"Your choice of color was excellent," Sarah noted, "but your application technique needs some help." I blushed yet again at the compliment. Using a shader on my chin, Sarah softened my jaw, giving me a more feminine face shape. I didn't need any primer, and I only needed a little bit of foundation. With a bit of mascara, I soon had long, heavy, dark, eyelashes. Coupled with dark blue eyeshadow and eyeliner, my eyes were big and dark. Sarah added a little bit of blush to my cheeks, of course. With Sarah's help, it was very easy. Sarah added to my almost non existent eyebrows, with a special 'eyebrow pencil'. Some bright red lipstick helped finish the ensemble, and, when I looked in the mirror, and beheld my whole face, I couldn't believe it. I might have cried again, right there, but I held it back. I didn't want to ruin the makeup that Sarah had worked so hard on. Instead, I simply hugged her, whispering,

"Thank you." into her ear. As usual, after a moment, the strong feelings were gone. Sarah helped my to my feet, and asked,

"Are you ready for some stockings?" Of course I was ready.

"Definitely" I said. Sarah, once again, went into the closet. When she emerged, she was carrying a pair of thigh high, black stockings.