Julia's Rose

"Stay there", she ordered before he had chance to speak.

She almost ran to the bathroom and returned with lady shaving gel and her lady razor. In minutes his legs were shaved and his pubic hair almost completely gone, just a thin strip left running centrally down to his cock. Julia reached for handbag, and the next thing Richard knew his face was being made up.

Julia sat back to admire her handywork. She gasped and put her hand to her mouth.

"Oh my God!" she said. "You look fabulous."

She offered him her make up mirror and he was truly astounded at the pretty face that looked back at him.

"Now wait a minute," he began, suddenly realising the implications of what she had done.

She interrupted him and would not let him speak for several minutes, arguing that if he loved her as she knew he did he would go along with her just to see how he would look and feel as the finished article, dressed and wigged. They would go for coffee together and it he really didn't like it they wouldn't do it ever again.

So it was that three days later, after Julia had spent a significant sum shopping for all the required items that she sat in a city centre coffee house chatting to her new friend 'Rose', the two of them drawing admiring glances from almost every man in the place.

"Now tell me that dooesn't feel good," she giggled to Rose as they drew a low wolf whistle from the building site across the street as they walked arm in arm back to the car.

Rose didn't answer, concentrating on getting into the car in her short, tight skirt with stockings and heels, in a ladylike way. Her skirt inevitably rode up along her thigh and a construction worker yelled in no uncertain terms what he would like to do with her and would she please come back and see him again soon.

They sat in the car, looked at each other and both burst out laughing.

"There", said Julia, "That was OK, wasn't it? Or did you hate every minute of it."