Donna is Donna but John is Joan

My body had a tiny frame like hers, I thought with disgust as she led me toward the bathroom, her frame was a lot more alluring, but I could not get over my tiny arms and very smooth face. I was along for the ride as she stood me in the shower, rubbing her Nair all over me. The burning was not very erotic, especially when it had to burn for fifteen minutes before she turned on the shower and washed my hair away, “Well,” she said, smiling as she looked at my completely hairless body, which did feel erotic, now that the burning was over, “don’t you look sweet Joan.” She was determined to play this out, so I would go along. It did feel weird, having no body hair on me at all, my nipples felt stiff, with the hair gone and the fleshy chest I had, it almost looked like I had a tiny pair of breasts. My seven inch, now hairless cock was throbbing.

“I’m gonna do your makeup Joan,” she whispered hotly into my ear as she once again led me away, I followed her lead, my hand in hers, I tried to walk the way she did, it felt good, a little to good to be feeling this sexy.

I was staring into my reflection in the three mirrors on her makeup table, I was getting more into it and why not? I had this not quite manly body, why not have some fun? She did my face, my lashes, mascara and eyeliner and finally put some wet, red lipstick on my lips. With very little facial hair to begin with, it did not take a lot of makeup. I looked like an honest to god girl in the mirror, not a guy with makeup on, but a girl. She made me look like a real woman.

“Don’t you look pretty Joan,” she cooed at me.

“I...I feel so feminine,” I said, using a girly voice that was getting better all the time. My head was still shaved bald, but she put a blonde wig, long hair, just like hers, on me. Next was a tiny, gold necklace and hoop earrings, which were held on with clips. I did not have pierced ears. She had obviously been planning this.