Fem Them: The Final Round

Story by Hardcover

FEM THEM

THE FINAL ROUND

By Hardcover

“Where are you taking me?” I asked softly.

“To do your make-up and hair.” Came the response.

I could do my own hair and make-up just fine, thank you very much, I thought. I was a pretty girl. But I supposed they needed special make up and attention for HD, so I obediently followed them out of the room with an enthusiastic swish of my hips. After all, I did want to look my best and win the prize. I was a pretty girl.

I was led into a rectangular room along the right side of which was a line of make-up tables with large vanity mirrors rimmed with glowing soft white light bulbs. The chairs in front of them were barber style chairs, bolted into floor and set on a swiveling pivot to give it a full three sixty degree rotation. All sorts of make-up and styling device lined the tables, all professional quality. Along the left side of the room were racks of clothes, mostly a dizzying assortment of lingerie. I looked at them and realized I knew the names of all the stuff that hung there. Of course I did, I should. I was a sexy girl.

They guided me to a chair and they started work on me. They removed the studs from the lower holes in my ears and replaced them with gold (real, I think) large hoop earrings. The stud in my belly button was replaced with a small diamond tassel that hung down from a ring the passed through my belly piercing. I diamond topped stud also replaced the plain metal stud in my nose.

They went to work on my make-up, doing it in an exaggerated, whorish look that I realized was for the cameras. They painted my nails red and gave me a matching red lipstick. For my eyes they used mascara and eyeliner to darken around them making my eyes seem bigger and giving me a slight belly dancer look to my eyes. A soft blush brought out my cheek bones. They combed out, brushed and generally fussed around with my hair until it was smooth and fluffy.

Then they gave me clothes. Sort of.

I didn’t really want clothes, I preferred to be naked. I was an exhibitionist. But, I obediently did what I was told, and anyways, they didn’t really give clothes, just some sexy underwear. A black and pink bra with slightly see through cups that just faintly revealed my nipples, along with a matching thong panties that were slightly see through at the crotch. Added to those were black thigh high stockings and pink and black six inch stiletto fuck me heels to complete the effect.

When they were done, they took me to the far wall and let me look at myself.

I was stunned. I was pretty girl. I was a sexy girl.

My body had changed a little more since the last time I saw it. My hair was much longer, flowing down my back like a waterfall reaching almost to my slightly rounder and cuter bubble butt, but no so much that it hid my tramp stamp. It came down my head strait until it reached my shoulders and then it got wavy, like waves in the ocean. My breasts were bigger now, an easy D cup at least, and my nipples were wider and more pronounced. Best of all, my tits seemed to defy gravity with no sag at all. The curve of my hips was somewhat more distinct, giving me a definitively feminine hour glass figure.

“Oh my god, I’m hot!” I said, turning this way and that in the mirror.

The girls all giggled, assuring me that I was. And then they led me out another door and I found myself in the same waiting room from before the show. There were two other girls there, both sitting on the couch leafing through fashion magazines. These must be contestants one and two, though they certainly didn’t resemble the boring old guys I had me before. One was blonde, the other one was a brunette, and both were clad only in sexy underwear. They were also both astonishingly beautiful. They looked up as I approached, smiling sweetly.

“Hi.” The blonde greeted me, which the brunette echoed.

I skipped over to them, happily, “Hi.”

“I’m Jennifer.” The blonde told me, and then indicated the brunette, “And this is Jazmin.”

“I’m Pepper.” I announced gleefully, suddenly proud of my new girl name.

“Hi, Pepper.” Jazmin squeaked, “You’re pretty.”

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