Z is for Zoë

When I sat up Marie started to paint my toenails, taking great care applying a bright red varnish. I'd only ever done my toenails a couple of times before, and having them done by a woman was indeed rather a thrill. She did a good job. Then while the varnish drying Marie stuck onto my hands the longest pair of false fingernails I'd ever worn, well over an inch and a half long, and then with equal care she painted then in the same bright red. I've always thought that wearing nail polish was one of those essential extras that just help create the feminine feel, and going that far on that occasion really was a thrill for me.

When we moved over to the dresser, Marie began to apply a foundation cream to my face and round onto my neck a little. I was still only wearing a towel round my waist, thankfully my erection had begun to calm down even though my continued 'beautification', as Marie called it as she proceeded, was still producing quite some excitement.

She surprised me by taking out, from a small bag she'd brought into the bedroom with her, a set of false eyelashes which she then proceeded to glue into place. OK so I'd painted my toenails but false eyelashes I'd never tried. Then after she'd finished with mascara and eyeshade and eyeliner, and applied a very effective eyebrow pencil, I began to realise that my own previous attempts had been quite amateurish. I'd looked - OK - but Marie was way better at this than I'd imagined. She applied a little blusher to my cheeks, than asked me what I was thinking.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I said.

"Well, Alan, when I was a girl I used to enjoy putting my Mum's make-up on my dolls. And when I've finished, well, if it continues to go this well, you really are going to be a doll!"

I imagined myself dressed and made up, sitting in the lounge with Jeff and Marie all tarted up. It felt good. Hell, I wondered if they wanted me to go next door with them even? I could do that, in the dark, nobody would see surely. That would be yet another thrill.