Becoming Amy

I guess some things you never forget, just like riding a bike, it may take you a while to get to grips with it again, but the knowledge never goes away. I retrieved a tie from my wardrobe. I had at first considered using my old school tie, but I didn’t think black and green would sit well with the pink so instead went with the pale pink and grey one my mother had bought me a few years back. It hadn’t seen the light of day, till now. I tied it into place then put on the skirt and fastened it. Finally came the shoes.

I stood up and checked myself out in the mirror once more. From the neck down I almost looked like a slutty teenage girl. My skirt barely met my stocking tops and my fake bust stretched out the front of the blouse. I hadn’t figured that into the size choice when I bought it. Now came time to sort out the face. I sat at the dressing table and started on the make-up. Again, something I hadn’t done in years, but at least now I had the benefit of time on my hands so could try and do everything right. I Used Sam’s moisturizer first, as I’d seen her do countless times then went through her foundations to find one I that matched my skin tone the closest. After the foundation I put on some black mascara and some blusher to my cheeks and finished off with some baby pink high gloss lipstick. I wanted to try some more but didn’t quite feel comfortable doing so yet, and didn’t want to ruin what I’d already done. So instead I brushed out my hair and tied it into pig tails using a couple of pink ribbons from the little bowl containing all of Sam’s hair ties.

I returned to the mirror once more to admire my work. The view that greeted me caused a stirring underneath my skirt that started to make my knickers feel very tight. I wasn’t prefect, and the face would spoil any chance of being passable as a real girl. But then and there, it was enough. It was a little plain as I hadn’t thought about accessorizing at all, but then I had a wicked thought.