I towel my hair dry as much as possible while I return to Marissa's room, still naked and
still very much enjoying the sway of her ass.
Obviously some part of my brain is Marissa and some part is, well, me.
I find her phone and scroll through the messages with one delicate thumb.
I don't want to go out alone, but Marissa must have a friend who likes to go out and
they must text each other.
I pick up her phone and there's already a text from Alexandra.
I want to go out and get crazy tonight, come with!
I look in the mirror above Marissa's wardrobe.
Marissa's face stares at me and I turn my head this way and that, examining my delicate
new features.
I run my hands down my face, marveling at the smoothness of my cheeks.
I also ponder what the hell I'm going to do about makeup.
I know I should probably wear some, but I have absolutely no idea where to start.
I text her back, yes, you need my place at ten?
I have no idea where anything is, but hopefully she'll take the lead.
Hell, I don't even know where I am.
I exchange notes with Marissa before the swap, so I make a note to look for my address.
She responds, okay, see you at ten.
That gives me over two hours to figure out makeup, and hair, and find out what I know
about Alexandra.
YouTube should help for the first two and Facebook should help take care of the latter.
I return to the bathroom of Marissa's laptop and prop it up next to the sink.
I open her cupboard and am immediately overwhelmed by the brushes and blush and various creams.
I stare at Marissa's face in the mirror and fur my brow, which makes my nose wrinkle
adorably.
God damn, I'm cute.
Okay, stand, how are you?
What do I need?
No idea.
Okay, basic.
Let's go very, very basic.
Even with the help of various video tutorials, it takes me over an hour and a half of trial
and error before I get what I think is a passable attempt.
Light blush, red pouty lips, dark eyelashes, shit, I fucked me.
Now the clothes.
I slip on some lacy underwear and look at Marissa's body in the mirror, wiggling her
ass.
Hello ladies.
I giggle.
It's the honest sensation to feel the fabric directly on the skin of my new crotch.
I'm starting to get turned on again.
I try to take my mind off of it by looking through her clothes.
After struggling with the bra for a little bit, I finally manage to get it on.
Next I go for a dress.
It's gonna show off these sexy fucking legs.
I squeeze into a tight black number that hugs my body, accentuating my curves.
I stare at the mirror as I turn this way and that, watching my trimmed thigh disappear into
my dress, which helps show off the firm roundness of my ass.
I've always been a sucker for women in dresses and I find it's no different when I am one.
My hand lightly strokes the inside of my thighs, just below the hemline.
I shiver.
My short nails bring out delicious goosebumps all the way down my tender legs.
I bend over and stick out my ass, watching Marissa's curves in the mirror accentuated
by the black dress and continue running my fingers delicately around my thighs and slowly
up under my stress.
Marissa's dress bunches up, revealing the tight, taut flush of her thighs as I let her
fingers lightly trail along my panties.
My breath comes faster, my breasts rising and falling with an increasing passion as I
gently rub my panties over my warming womanhood.
The silky fabric becomes damp with my wetness as I rub faster.
Moving on by the feeling and by watching the mirror image of Marissa bending over, brow
furrowed in pleasure, blonde hair swaying with the rhythm of my body, I rub faster and
push my panties aside and slit a finger inside my slick pussy.
A womanly moan escapes my lips as I rub the outside of my lip with the palm of my hand
while my finger curls around inside me, pressing up against the other side as I rock back and
forth.
The doorbell rings.
Oh shit, it's Alexandra.
I stand up and smooth my dress down, slide my finger into my mouth and taste myself.
Tasty Marissa, delicious, I wish I had time for more, definitely later though.
For now, it's time to go out.