Chapter 3
"Now, what are we going to put on you?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Well, I do have a small collection that I've managed to accumulate." Jonathan told her shyly.
He went over to his closet. He opened up the sliding door.
Then, while Marsha sat on the edge of his twin bed, with her excellent legs crossed, he looked into the very back of the closet. Marsha lit a cigarette while she waited.
Finally, Jonathan lifted his back up straight, and faced her, holding a small box. It looked like a miniature hope chest.
"You don't mind if I smoke, do you, sugar?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"No. Go right ahead. What brand do you smoke?" Jonathan asked her.
"Virginian Slims menthol, sugar. Doesn't everyone?" Marsha asked him.
"The cigarettes for girls, right?" Jonathan asked her, smiling.
"That's right. Now, you're getting some smarts into that pretty little head of yours, Joan." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan walked over to the bed. He placed his small chest down gently on the bedspread.
"So, what have we here?" Marsha asked him, grinding her first cigarette out in the silver sprayed ash tray on his night table.
"This is my, my hope chest." Jonathan said shyly.
"Now, isn't that clever, and sweet. But, I'm afraid you'll need a lot more hope than this little chest can hold, sugar." Marsha said to him.
"Well, it's a beginning, at least." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, open it up. Let's see what you have here." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan opened up the small chest. It opened with a key that he wore on a delicate golden chain around his neck.
Marsha looked at his necklace. She pulled part of the long chain into her hand.
She looked at it appraisingly. She looked up at Jonathan.
"This is a very pretty chain, Joan. Where did you get it?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Oh, I got it in one of those marvelous antique junk shops down town. I think it's so elegantly delicate looking. But, it's ever so strong, as well." Jonathan said to her, his voice going higher.
"Just like you think you can be, right?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
Jonathan smiled shyly, and looked down at his flat chest. It was heaving with excitement.
He finally had his hope chest open. He lifted the lid up.
Marsha twisted her shapely torso over to peer into the chest. She saw a mess of chiffon and brocade and cheap lace in bright and pastel colors.
"Oh, honey. You've got to be a little more careful with your things." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Oh. Well, these materials don't really wrinkle so much. And, I was in a hurry to put things away the last time that I did." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Why? Was somebody barging in to see the hiding beauty?" Marsha said to him.
"Yes, my sister. And, I had to rush and put everything away. And, I just haven't had the time to fix things up since then." Jonathan explained to Marsha.
"Not had time? Not had time for your clothes! Why, sugar! Clothes are a girl's best asset, especially a pitiful girl-boy like you. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to punish you a little bit for that." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"P-p-punish me?" Jonathan asked her astonished.
"Yes, of course. If you want me to teach you how to be a real girl, you'll have to abide by my rule." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Well, what exactly does that mean?" Jonathan asked her, apprehensively.
"Well, for instance, I think that after this, to teach you how to keep clothes in order, not only will you have to put all of your things away perfectly, but then, you'll have to come over to my place, and fix my closet and drawers out perfectly. In fact, I think you should come over every day and fix up my clothes. You should be my laundress and my wardrobe girl." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan's face lit up. He relished the idea of getting his hands, and even his entire body into Marsha's closet.
He couldn't wait to rummage through all her things. He couldn't wait to neatly clean, iron, fold, and hang up all of her nice, girl's clothing.
"You look pretty happy." Marsha said to him, exhaling her cigarette smoke.
"I am. I'm so glad that we're going to be friends." Jonathan said to her.
Marsha smiled wryly, holding her long, slim cigarette between her lips. Jonathan bent at his waist and gave her a peck on the cheek.
He smelled her Charlie perfume, and his cock started to rise immediately. He turned away from her, so that she wouldn't see his hard-on.
"Okay, show me what you have." Marsha said to him, looking at him with crinkled eyes.
"Well, here is a lovely sherbet green chiffon number. I salvaged it from my mother.
She was throwing it out because it's a little worn, and fifteen years old. But, I took it from the goodwill pile, and hid it in my closet." Jonathan said to Marsha proudly.
He held up the cool green dress. It was a halter top, with the material crisscrossed over the breasts.
It was thus, high waisted. The skirt was A-line, but sexily clingy.
"How tall is your mother?" Marsha asked Jonathan.
"Oh, she's about five seven. A little bit closer to my height than to Debbie's.
She's very chic. I hope that I get my fashion sense from her.
I only wish that she'd let me keep her old clothes, without me having to sneak around to take them before Goodwill." Jonathan said to Marsha.
"Shame on you! Stealing from the handicapped!" Marsha said to Jonathan, slapping his hand.
"Ouch! Boy! You are strict, aren't you?" Jonathan asked her.
"You bet I am, little girl. You bet I am." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan blushed like one to be called "little girl." He started to put the chiffon cocktail dress down on the bed.
"No, put it on! Put it on, sweetheart." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"Alright. But, I haven't shaved recently under my arms, or on my legs." Jonathan said to her.
"Double shame on you! A lady must always be well groomed. You should Nair your armpits legs, bikini line, and any unfeminine facial spots as often as necessary!" Marsha said to him severely.
"C-c-could you buy some for me? I'll give you the money and all, and pay you for the effort, of course. It's just that I'm a little bit afraid to go in there and ask for it, you know?" Jonathan said to her.
"Well, maybe this first time. But, you know, I work at the cosmetics area of the drugstore up the hill. And, you can come up and get all the things like that that you need from me." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, how marvelous! How, wonderful!" Jonathan said to her.
"Yes, it is a pretty good job. The pay's not great, but it beats working at school." Marsha said to him.
"And do you get discounts?" Jonathan asked her.
"Oh, ten percent. But, the prices aren't so cheap even with that." Marsha said to him.
"And, do you get to make-up people?" Jonathan asked her.
"Sometimes, when a new product is being promoted. That's what got me the job - I have experience with cosmetics art." Marsha said to him.
"Really? What type of experience?" Jonathan asked her.
"Oh, I've done drama, and done the make-up for a few plays. But, most of my experience is the type of experience that you have on your job application." Marsha said to Jonathan.
"From one of the vector dimensions - the vector of the ray of need for job, and the ray of the employer's expectations of prospective employee." Jonathan said.
"Right. Well, come on, come on! Put on that lovely little cocktail dress. And, model it for me." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan swiftly shed his masculine clothing. He always wore it as little as possible.
Since, he didn't know how his roommate would take to his predilections, he had to compromise by just going around naked most of the time, until it got too cold. Then, he would wear a soft night shirt, and pretend that it was a shirtwaist dress by Diane von Furstenburg.
Dan didn't mind him going around naked. He thought that it was funny.
And, there was rarely anything around their drab, boys' apartment to give Jonathan an erection, so he was rarely embarrassed in front of Dan. In fact, Dan thought that it was a little odd that Jonathan had so few hard-ons compared to the other adolescent boys that he knew, especially himself.
Dan was decidedly manly. He was large and muscular.
His shoulders were wide, and his thighs were powerful. He had to shave every day.
He had a broad jaw, and big, strong teeth. His arms were taut with muscles, and his hands were very big.
He was considered quite handsome by some girls. He had thick, curly black hair, and bright blue eyes. He had a virile, friendly smile. And, he had what some girls consider a hunky body.
Jonathan stood naked with his ass to Marsha. He still had his erection.
"What are you being modest for? I'm a girl, too? Aren't I?" Marsha said to him, snorting smoke through her nostrils.
Jonathan tentatively stepped partially around. He heard Marsha snort again, impatiently.
Finally, he turned toward her, blushing apologetically at his hardon. Marsha looked at his thin, erect cock.
"Do you have any masking tape?" Marsha asked Jonathan all of a sudden.
"Uh, yes, yes I do." Jonathan said to her, going over to open one of his desk drawers.
He pulled out a big circle of beige tape. He put it around Marsha's outstretched hand.
"Come over here." Marsha said to him, puffing her cigarette through her teeth.
Jonathan approached her, apprehensively. She pulled out a long length of masking tape.
"Hold this." she said to him, handing him the sticky end of the tape, and the circle of wound up tape.
Marsha placed her cigarette in the niche in the holder. Then, she turned to face Joanthan's crotch.
She took the tape from him. Then, she pressed one end against his hip before he could move away.
Next, she grabbed the head of his cock. She placed his cock along his front thigh line.
Then, she wound the masking tape all around his hips, securing his cock in place. Marsha slapped his ass as she made him turn around so she could tape all around him.
Finally, almost all of the masking tape was used up, and his whole pelvic was tied up. Marsha also wound tape between his legs, tying his balls tightly up against his groin.
It was rather painful for Jonathan, but the touch of Marsha's purposeful hands on his cock was so arousing, that he hardly felt the pain. He just let her do what she was determined to do.
Finally, thinking herself finished, Marsha told him to stand a bit away from her, and turn around. Jonathan did as-she demanded.
Then, Marsha said to him, "Okay, that'll have to do for now. But, we'll have to find a better method of doing this."
"I'm just a little worried that it'll hurt when it comes time to pull it off." Jonathan confessed to Marsha.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt if you had debilitated yourself properly." Marsha said to him, sternly.
"Yes, Marsha." Jonathan said, lowering his head, and feeling his penis throb in its swaddling.
"Okay, on with the dress, now." Marsha said to him.
"Alright, Marsha." Jonathan said to her, excitedly.
He picked up the sherbet green colored chiffon. He climbed into it.
Then, he pulled it up to his neck, and hooked the back of the neck together. That was all there was to the dress.
It was a very simple design. But, it hung very well.
Jonathan shifted his shoulders around a bit. He looked down at the sagging folds at his breast.
"Oh, dear. We must do something about that." Marsha said to him.
"I usually stuff tissues or socks into this area." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, that'll have to do for now, but we'll have to find something better. It didn't work very well for me when I was twelve, so I doubt it'll work so well for you now." Marsha laughed.
Jonathan blushed. He went over to his bureau. He took out several pairs of rolled up socks.
He slipped a few in each side of the halter top that he was wearing. Then, he fiddled around with his hands inside of the green chiffon breast area.
Marsha puffed on her cigarette and grinned. Then, she ran her hand through her hair, and looked him up and down.
"Oh, those legs are terrible! I mean the shape isn't bad. I always used to say that more boys have nice enough legs to wear short skirts than girls. But, that thick dark hair! It's terrible. We'll have to get it all naired off soon." Marsha said to him.
"It might help if I put on the black tights that I use for dance class. Boy, do I love wearing my dance outfit! It's pretty much the same as the girls'." Jonathan said to her.
"Well, you should really wear some sheer nylons, with maybe a gold shimmer to them. But, anything would be better than those hideous hairy legs." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan skipped happily over to his bureau again. He opened the bottom drawer.
He pulled out some black dancing tights. He turned and leaned his ass against the top edge of the bureau.
He put one foot, then the other, into the legs of the tights. Then, he rolled them up his tautly muscular gams.
Finally, he pulled them tightly around his masking tape bound pelvis. He patted his smooth groin and smiled at Marsha.
"I've never had these tights fit so well," he said to her.
Marsha exhaled her cigarette smoke. She scratched her cheek and smiled at Jonathan.
Jonathan stood up, and patted down his dress. Then, he twirled in it in front of Marsha.
"Well, up to your arms you look okay." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, dear, yes. What about my head?" Jonathan wailed to her, seeing himself in his mirror.
"Now, don't cry like a silly girl. Marsha is here to help you." Marsha said to him.
Marsha patted her hand on the bed, next to her. Jonathan came and sat there.
Marsha ground her cigarette out in the silver sprayed ashtray. Then, she flipped open her purse.
She rummaged through the ratty mess. Finally, her hand came across one thing, then another.
Until, at last, beside her on the bed, the side that Jonathan wasn't sitting at, were an assortment of plastic cosmetic containers.
She said to Jonathan, "Do you have a blow dryer?"
Jonathan said, "Yes, I do."
"Plug it in, and bring it here." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan did as she asked. He plugged in the hair dryer, and brought it to the girl.
Marsha took the dryer in her hand. Jonathan also handed her his brush and comb.
"You're anticipating my requests." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan sat down again beside Marsha. Marsha pushed the comb through his thick dark hair.
"Lean your head forward." she said to him.
Jonathan bent his neck forward. Marsha flicked the blow dryer's switch to "on."
Jonathan felt the hot air blast on his scalp and the back of his neck. It was slightly uncomfortable. But, he was very aroused by Marsha's hands mussing his hair up, and pulling it with his brush as she blew his head of hair.
His cock throbbed painfully inside its tightly binding masking tape. His heart was pounding underneath his socks.
Marsha then said to him, "Head back, look slightly upward."
Jonathan did so. Marsha lightly brushed at his hair. He loved the feeling of other people fussing with his hair.
He used to wish that his mother would take him with her to the beauty parlor, like she took Debbie. She used to bring him when he was little.
But, once he was not constantly with her, she only took him once a season, to get his sides trimmed.
Whereas, Debbie got to go whenever she liked, and get a junior missy shampoo and curl. Jonathan had been so jealous of her.
He always looked forward to the time when he could go for his tri-monthly haircut. He loved the vigorous fingers that shampooed his scalp.
And, he loved the subtle snipping of his hair, and the light pulling that the hairdresser's fingers would exert on his locks. Then, he loved the stimulating massage of the brush, at the end.
And, he loved to have all the hairdressers standing around him, fussing over him. He always loved the way that they smelled.
Marsha made his thick, shortish hair into a puffy, feathery do. He was amazed at her results when he looked in the mirror.
"This looks fantastic!" he said to Marsha, happily.
"Oh, oh, oh, what a little blow job can do." Marsha crooned.
Jonathan sat down in beside her again. Now, she set to work making up his face.
First, she dotted his fair skin with some foundation. Then she rubbed the dots on his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his upper lip, and his forehead into the surrounding areas of skin.
Finally, his entire face was clearly coated with foundation, except right around his eyes. Then, Marsha took out some blusher.
It was like a thick stick of lipstick. Marsha ran the thick end of hardened cream over the lower slope of Jonathan's high, rounded cheekbones.
Then, she dabbed a bit of the blusher around his hairline. Then, she put a dab at his chin.
She rubbed these in a little with her two first fingers. Then, she pulled her torso back to get a better look at him.
"Humm." Marsha said to herself.
She twisted around, and picked up a flat plastic container. She turned back to face Jonathan, and opened it.
It had three rectangles of pressed powder. One was whitish pink, one was greyish pin, and one was brownish pink.
Marsha picked up the sponge tipped brush in between her graceful fingers. She rubbed the sponge end in the white shaded powder rectangle.
"Close your eyes, and pucker your mouth in. Head up! Always head up!" Marsha said to him.
Jonathan did as she told him to do. Marsha dusted the whitish powder on the bone ridge above his eyes, and very lightly and narrowly, along the bone ridge on the top of his cheeks, and underneath his eyes, but more to the sides of his head.
Then, she brought the sponge tip to her mouth. She puckered her lips and blew.
The rest of the whitish powder blew out of the brush. Then, Marsha swept up some of the greyish powder onto the sponge end of the brush.
She applied this to Jonathan's cheek hollow, and to either side of his nose. She rubbed the nose shading in so it was hardly noticeable, but the cheek shadow she left just as it came off the brush.
Then, Marsha blew the grey shadow out of the sponge. Jonathan coughed.
Marsha smiled wryly, and said to him, "Can't take it?"
Jonathan said, "Oh, no! I can take all the punishment that beauty requires."
Marsha placed the sponge brush into the makeup container. Then, she snapped the lid shut.
Next, she twisted open a tube of mascara. She pulled out the curved brush.
"You should really use navy blue, or even green, especially with that dress. But, all I have is black for my brown eyes. You'll just have to suffer." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan flitted his eyes sensitively as Marsha stroked his thick lashes with the gooey liquid. She applied coat after coat to make his lashes longer looking and thicker.
"Look up now, and keep still." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan tried to relax, but he was a little paranoid about his eyes. Marsha applied the mascara, by the tip of the brush, to his lower lashes.
Finally she took the brush away. She spinned it back together, and placed the wand in its container to the side.
Then, she waved her hand in front of his eyes, to dry the mascara. Jonathan kept his eyes open as much as he could so as not to smudge the black.
"There, now. You've got really nice lashes, you know? They're not curly, but they're thick." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan smiled with pleasure. Marsha studied his eyes.
"I think that with a dress like this, so simple, we can dare to put green on your eyes. Actually, I think I read that green shadow is coming back." Marsha said to him.
"Oh, really?" Jonathan said to her.
"Yeah. And, fortunately, I happen to have some right here. And, it's nice creamy stick shadow, too, not that anemic powder crap," Marsha said to him.
Marsha directed Jonathan to close his eyes. He kept his eyelids smooth and shut.
He felt her run the cool semi-hard stick along his eyelid. The strong green color was crayoned onto his upper eyes.
Then, while his eyes were still closed, Marsha opened the blush container again, and brushed some of the grey powder onto the fold of his eyelid.
Then, she told Jonathan, "Open up, now, let's see how you look."
Jonathan opened his eyes. Marsha smiled at him with appreciation of her handiwork.
"Now, there's only one more thing that needs to be done - to your face," Marsha said to Jonathan.
Marsha opened several tubes of lipstick, rolled up the cream stick, and checked the colors. Finally, she decided on two of them.
She set them aside. Then, she took out a dark taupe pencil.
"Now, smooth out your lips, but hold them forward." Marsha said to Jonathan.
Jonathan did as she instructed. Then, Marsha outlined his lips with the lipstick pencil.
She made his lips rounder and larger than they were. But, once she filled in the large area with creamy color, they looked very good on Jonathan.
She opened up the darker of the two lipstick cream tubes, and put it on Jonathan's mouth. Then, she pressed the lighter color, which had a glossy quality, onto it, mixing the two shades.
Finally, she was finished. She put her makeup away, and pulled back to look at her work.
"Now, not putting on eyeliner was maybe a mistake, but I think that it brings the green right into your eyes, accentuating their pretty color," she said to Jonathan.
"Do I look pretty?" Jonathan asked her shyly.
"Well, go look in the mirror, and see for yourself." Marsha said to him.
Jonathan got up, tentatively, and went over to the mirror. He turned his sculptured skull from side to side.
He flirted with his green-blue eyes in the mirror. He was in love.
"I love it! I love it! Am I really as beautiful as this?" Jonathan asked Marsha.
"With my help, sugar. With my help." Marsha said to him, lighting up a cigarette.
"Oh, I wish some other people could see me!" Jonathan said to her.
"Do you think you're ready for that?" Marsha asked him, inhaling speculatively on her Virginia Slim.