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I moved into a new place soon after. I got a better-paying job, so I decided to leave the student dump I was living in for what it was.The new place was much better. Lighter, more modern, more spacious, and a locking bedroom. Best of all was that I had only two roommates, both of whom had regular jobs and would be out most of the day (I had a customer service job, mostly working evenings). The bedroom also had a sink with a large mirror, perfect for practicing make-up.Andre, unfortunately, had some more trips abroad in his work schedule during this time, so we couldn’t really hang out for a while. But we kept texting (and sexting). Soon after I moved, when we were starting to make plans to see each other again, I got a hot idea.I decided to shave everything.Everything down from my head: legs, armpits, crotch area, all completely bare.Although my body hair was very light compared to most guys, with virtually nothing on the chest or stomach and only a light coating on arms and legs, seeing the hair through pretty stockings or around a sexy thong was really getting in the way of my immersion into femininity. It was also getting near winter anyway, so the chances of anyone (other than Andre) even seeing my lack of leg or armpit hair was small. Also, I liked to swim so I could tell anyone else who inadvertently noticed my lack of hair that I was just shaving Atalar Escort to go faster in the pool.It took a few awkward tries and a few little cuts, one long free morning spent home alone and locked in the shower, but I finally got almost all of it. Then I moisturized all my newly bald skin thoroughly because that’s what the YouTube tutorials had told me was important (I love how much you can learn online).I had also started practicing with make-up in my (lockable!) bedroom. This quickly became a hobby. Again, YouTube was a godsend. I could spend all morning watching a pretty girl (or guy) demonstrating how to apply eye shadow or lipstick, then trying it for myself. I was able to get hold of all the stuff I needed online, from foundation to mascara to lipstick. Hardest to get right was nail polish – obviously, I wouldn’t be able to take it off at a moment’s notice if someone unexpectedly came home, so that limited the scope I had to paint my fingernails. Eye shadow was also hard to get right at first. But with plenty of tutorials, I was able to get better and better.The new job had also meant that I’d saved up a little, so I had some spending money. I got the idea of using part of it on a nice outfit to surprise Andre with. But I wanted to make sure I got something to his taste first. So, I started fishing subtly.”Andre” I texted “If Atalar Escort Bayan you could pick out an entire wardrobe full of girl clothes and stuff for me, completely to your own taste. What would I look like? What sort of girl would I be dressing up as?”He took no time at all to respond:”Bimbo!”Then:”A hot, slightly trashy, slightly slutty bimbo. Lots of pink and leather, leopard print, everything slightly too short…”Oh wow. I wasn’t sure that’s what I had expected. I always saw myself more as a ‘lady in the streets, nympho in the sheets’ type. But OK, that could work too.So, I shopped around for a killer outfit that would fit the bill, and I think I found it. And then I ordered some jewellery. And some make-up.When everything arrived I texted him.”Can’t wait for our date Saturday. Have another surprise for you xxx”He just responded with an eggplant emoji.The Saturday, we met up at the health clinic to get tested. Not very romantic, but we wanted to show each other that everything was completely safe so that we wouldn’t have to hold back anymore. Then, up to Andre’s apartment. We chatted and drank a little sparkling wine for a while. Then we started to make out again.”So, what was the surprise?” asked Andre.I giggled. “OK, I’m going to be a little while, why don’t you go sit down right there and watch some TV”. Andre nodded Escort Atalar and did as told.Eagerly, I ran to the bedroom with my bag and got to work. “No peeking!” I called back girlishly.I took a shower and cleaned thoroughly, then got started with the nails. I painted my fingers and toes bright pink, not unlike something Barbie might wear. I then waited agonisingly long for it all to dry.Next, I slipped into my neon-pink stringy bra and thong. After that, white fishnet tights and a hot pink vinyl minidress from this American brand I love, Sassyass Clubwear. The dress covered all of my front – great for someone without real boobs – but made up for that in sexiness by how tight and short it was, as it stretched down to just under my butt. My lips were painted hot pink as well, and my eye makeup was heavy and in-your-face. And then, a platinum-blonde, shoulder-length wig with wavy hair and bangs. It had sat me back a bit more than I’d hoped, but it did really match the outfit so well.I finished my look off with some clip-on gold hoop earrings. Then, the final flourish: a pair of transparent plateau heels with fake pink fur, the kind you might well see on a stripper.I checked myself out one more time and saw that I was completely transformed. If this wasn’t bimbo enough, I didn’t know what would be. I looked like a sort of girl that, here in Amsterdam, you might find behind a window in the red light district. That thought, of being put on display as a piece of sexy meat for hungry horny guys to buy, immediately caused the blood to flow to my clit. I reached down to my crotch, but quickly realized I had other priorities.
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