I stripped off my male attire, swapped the pink panties for the freshly-washed lavender bra and panty set, then slipped my boobs into my bra. Angie re-tightened the corset's laces, cinching them down as far as they would go - crushing the breath from me. She also directed me to swap out my suntan stockings for a jet-black pair.
I professed my relative lack of skill at applying makeup. My captor insisted on doing my 'look' for me, right down to re-applying my eyelashes and fingernails. During the course of our makeup session, she was delighted to discover my prosthetic male eyebrows, peeling them away in a flash, then penciling in the dramatic high, thin arches I had affected all weekend. Angie was doubly delighted to discover my camouflaged ear piercings. She pursed her lips and shook her head expressively.
"You are just full of surprises, Lisa," she intoned mirthfully. "It really must kill you to have to hide all this just to come to work. Just looking at how beautiful you can be, and knowing how drab you have to be to get by in your stifling male persona is killing me."
When her task was complete, my face did not present the full-blown drag/stage look my girlfriends had given me Saturday night. Still, it reflected a dramatic/exotic Latina flair, right down to the dark claret outline of my lips with the more vibrant red filler, all covered with a coat of shimmering gloss. I could not detect a shred of difference in the look and feel of my glamour-length crimson talons from what they had been all weekend. Under Angie's direction, I re-applied my jewelry, then spritzed myself with perfume.
"Looking good, Girlfriend," she assured me. "Now, let's see it with the hair. Wait a sec; let me work with it first."
When Dianna and I had decided to keep the wig, we had picked up a professional wig block, styling brush and pick and, of course, hairspray ("A showgirl's best friend, Sweetheart," Dianna had claimed). Angie now attacked my shimmering mane with the latter three. In less time than I thought possible, she had 'pumped up the volume' – literally as well as figuratively – to compliment the dramatic flair of my makeup.
