How I Learned To Love Drag Part 11

I donned that amorphous blue smock again, and sat in the "barber chair" once more.

Daniel reached under the blonde, gently curled shoulder length wig with his deft touch and lifted up. A tight nylon stocking wig cap was revealed below.

"The tape has come loose. The elastic is no longer holding the shape we want," said Daniel as he placed the hair on a tall Styrofoam wig stand.

"I see." In the mirror I noted that the right side of my face around the eyes seemed to sag a little when compared to the left.

Daniel removed the Scotch tape from clips that were attached to elastics. The pull of the elastics lifted my eyebrows and altered the shape of the eye slightly, giving me a stronger resemblance to actress Kim Cattrall's facial features. Contour makeup and the blonde wig helped the transformation succeed. Daniel also used theatrical putty to replicate Cattrall's mole on the left side beneath her lower lip.

The transparent tape was reapplied. The gentle curls of the blonde wig hid the tape effectively.

My face was a reasonable facsimile of beautiful Kim Cattrall.

May was ready for my costume change. Draped over her left forearm were a black lace bra, a black lace bikini bottom and a see-through chemise.

First I stepped into the lace bikini bottom, snuggling it into place. It covered the flesh-colored false vagina that I had contemplated using for my Sharon Stone impersonation. Next I slipped on the bra. May helped do up the catch on the back. An almost transparent fine mesh chemise completed the seductive ensemble.

The alluring outfit felt amazingly sexy on my smooth as silk skin. I had no trace of body hair at all. The mirror image of Kim Cattrall enthralled me.

If it hadn't been for the tight phony vagina and my taped up genitalia beneath the lace bikini bottom, I might have developed a hard-on right then and there, in front of Daniel and May.

"Very sexy!" complimented May.

"If I was heterosexual, my hands would be all over you, honey!" claimed Daniel.