The Mole

When finished, admittedly, I was strikingly…well beautiful! All her effort with the cosmetics had enhanced my facial features…like colorizing a monochrome photograph to bring it to life! I couldn’t believe what I was seeing…what she had done to me. Amazing!
She brushed out my long hair to it’s fullness. I had forgotten how much hair I actually had! She parted it in the center to clear my face and clipped it back over my ears. All very casual yet feminine. No more tight bun.

Debbie had me finish dressing with a pair of tan thigh-high hose under a form fitting, medium length green knit dress which she assisted me in zipping up in the back. My shoes were inch and a half high wide-heeled pumps. She added a necklace and stood back to admire her work.
"Tammy, you are stunning!" Deb exclaimed.
"Thank you, Deb…So now its Tammy, huh?"
"Well you’re certainly no longer a Tim! Look at you! What do you think?"
"Hmmm…It’s different!" I understated as I viewed myself from different angles in a full length door mirror. Yes, I guess I was indeed attractive! Definitely dating material, I figured. This was an entirely new experience for me and not altogether a bad one, I was thinking. Never having dressed like this before, I was focusing on the tactile sensations of all these new garments while trying to get familiar with movement in the confines of a dress and slip and bra. Yes, different was the best description. But different in a nice way. I knew I had some slightly feminine features, but they had never been exploited to this extreme. I was getting aroused at my image!
"You know, a person could get used to this," I half whispered as I continued to admire myself.

"Okay, so now you must constantly remain in this mode for the next few days. I’ll coach you as much as possible. This will be a crash coarse in femininity," Deb added. "You’ve got to give the illusion that you’ve done this many times and enjoy it very much. That’s what they’re looking for."