A Slut Awakens

I started with foundation layering it on before adding a nice reddish purple blush to my cheeks and opting for the candy apple red lipstick I tended to favor. As I mentioned I had mastered the art of makeup and I wasn't kidding, my mom herself would have been jealous of how I was starting to look as I began gliding the mascara brush along my eyelids. My eyebrows were next, the one contradiction to the previous tricks god liked to play on me. Instead of being next to nonexistent like the rest of my body hair they grew out bushy and were always threatening to bridge the gap to for a uni-brow.

I fought them for what felt like hours before I was finally satisfied, running an eyebrow pencil over them to fill in whatever gaps may have sprouted during my haste, finally standing up and sliding the skimpy little slut skirt up to my waste, clasping it shut at the waist and stepping into the sandals. I marveled as a breeze blew beneath me, tickling my ass. (That sensation is without any doubt one of my favorite things about skirts!)

I twirled in the mirror satisfied with how I looked, it was like staring at a 19 year old spicy latina college girl the ones you see on tv that lounge about on the coach and wait for her friends to come over so they could enjoy a friendly pillow fight. Giggling at the thought of being a college girl I set about my tasks for the day.

Unknown to me at the time I had been being watched throughout the entirety of my transformation. You see just before my mom's disappearance we had been subject to a new addition to our neighborhood after our long time neighbors the Dawson's (a lovely elderly coupled) had moved. Well it was really just Mrs. Dawson, Mr. Dawson had died of a heart attack during the night and overcome with grief she had stopped taking care of herself.

Eventually her kids had been forced to come down from the city to deal with her; they promptly packed her up and shipped her off to a home. They sold the house to a very domineering African man named Sam, and after that and my mom feeling spiteful (I starting to think she believes we stole her youth) decided to force us to have him over for dinner.