A Lady's First Time

When he'd first stepped into the bathroom, it had been Daniel who had stared back at him in the mirror. Now, the face that smiled back was almost complete, and Cassie was nearly ready to go.

First had come all the undergarments -- the satin panties that felt oh so right, then the bra that had given the first hint of a bust line. Over that had come the girdle and then the bodysuit, aimed to turn a v-shaped physique into a more hourglass-like figure. Then the real fun had begun. The charcoal skirt came to mid thigh and slid easily over freshly shaved legs, smooth as silk, and the dark red cashmere sweater leant a softness to the strong upper body, disguising broad shoulders while accenting the cinched waistline.

Makeup was a breeze now, after having gotten professional assistance to learn the tricks of the trade, so base, blush, eyeliner, shadow, brow pencil, and mascara were flawless. Only two steps remained. The lipstick was a deep red to match the sweater, and the lips became an accessory unto themselves as the color coated them and showed them to their full pouty, heart-shaped advantage.

Finally, it was time for hair. Daniel's family and friends would have thought he'd lost his mind if he'd ever grown his hair out, even to shoulder length. It had never been his style. But it wasn't Daniel who would be going out tonight, and the wig would suffice -- auburn hair that flowed past the collar bone in waves, falling a few inches below the shoulders. It was a good wig, costly, and worth every penny. It looked real.

With the outfit complete and the makeup in place, Cassie came into being, and she smiled at herself again, pleased with the transformation that had been accomplished in such a short time. Low black heels completed the look, and Cassie flipped off the light and left the bathroom, collecting the makeup in one sweep of a hand, dumping it all into the knock-off Coach bag she'd bought just the other day with this date in mind.

As Daniel, he'd tried not to think too much about the plan for this Saturday night, feeling uncomfortable with it and not wanting it to interfere with his job.