The cold war 08

Chapter 05 - Working girl

Stopping dead in his tracks, as he caught sight of his reflection in the bathroom mirror the next morning, Ben hardly recognised himself. 

He shook his head in disgust at the sight of his feminised reflection as his newly dyed platinum blonde hair bounced from side to side. His eyes fell upon his long extended eyelashes, which not only opened up his eyes, giving him an innocent doe-eyed look but also made it look as though he was wearing makeup. 

His big puffy lips were also an unfamiliar sight and not a particularly attractive one, given their dark red tone, covered in small pimple marks. Reaching up he prodded his swollen bottom lip with one of his long nail tips finding it firm and slightly numb, he had hoped the swelling would have reduced overnight but as he let out a sigh, he realised, if anything, they looked even larger than the previous day. 

Trying to put the changes to the back of his mind, Ben placed a shower cap carefully over his blonde locks, as instructed by Irina, and hopped in the shower, remembering the message about not getting any water on his eyelashes.

Stepping under the warm stream of water, for a moment at least, Ben forgot his troubles as the water massaged his smooth skin, washing away the perspiration from his morning workout and easing the ache in his tired muscles.

He reached across for his bottle of body wash, trying to avoid the jet of water touching his head, before struggling for a moment to open the lid, his long nails once again getting in the way. It was another small task, he would have to relearn how to do, but after thinking about it for a second, and using the inside edge of his thumb, he managed to open the bottle and dispense a healthy dollop on to his hand as the flowery smell invaded his nostrils, only to remind him of his current situation, “what have I done”? he thought to himself, as he started to lather up his silky soft skin, "how long will I be stuck looking like this"?

Twenty minutes later,  a clean sweet-smelling Ben stepped in through the door to Irina’s bedroom, immediately noticing how much more grown-up she looked, having straightened her long blonde hair, applied her makeup in a sophisticated style, and dressed in a professional-looking skirt suit.

“Ok, let me help you get dressed today”, Irina said.

Ben wasn’t in the mood to argue and having already put on a pair of panties and a matching padded bra, he was keen to put something on, even if it was going to be the black and white checked dress, that was hanging from Irina’s closet door.

 He was instructed to sit on the bed, where he watched Irina opened a pack of sheer black pantyhose and roll up one leg into a little doughnut shape, “when you wear pantyhose, it’s easier if you roll them up first”, she instructed, “especially with nails like yours, here place your foot in here”, she added lifting the nylon doughnut towards his feminine looking foot.

Angling his foot, Ben briefly saw the light shine of his brightly coloured toenails before they disappeared inside the fabric. He watched in awe as Irina started to unroll the stretchy material, feeling the tight restrictive material encase his foot, then his ankle and then his whole lower leg. 

It was a sensation he had never experienced before and he had to admit, the feeling of the silky soft nylons snuggly compressing his smooth skin beneath actually felt pretty nice.

“Ok, you do the next leg”, Irina commanded, bringing him back to reality.

After fumbling around for a while still not able to manoeuvring his hands with any accuracy, Ben finally managed to roll the other leg of the pantyhose into a shape that somewhat mimicked the one Irina had made, and after slipping his foot through the hole, he rolled the exotic feeling material up his other leg and snapped the waistband high against his stomach.

Running his hand down the outside of his right thigh, Ben was lost for words, his legs felt so different. “Ok, stop playing with yourself and put your arms out”, Irina said bringing over a crisp white blouse with a large collar.

“I…I… wasn’t”, Ben stammered quickly removing his hand, lifting it up and placing it through the sleeve of the blouse careful not to snag his long nails.

“I’m only messing with you”, Irina laughed, “they feel good against freshly waxed legs, right”?

“Err… I guess Ben muttered”, not wanting to admit she was right.

After watching Irina fasten the buttons on his blouse with her own long nails, fascinated and slightly jealous at how well could use her claws, Ben was instructed to place his hands above his head. He closed his eyes, as he knew the moment, he had been dreading all week was about to happen, he was about to wear a dress, the most feminine of items.

With his false lashed tickling his cheekbones, Ben felt the heavy fabric of the dress wriggle its way down his body, stopping around mid-thigh before Irina started fussing around closing buttons and fastening a loose belt around his midsection.

“Ok, done”, she announced standing back, “You're probably not going to like me saying this, but you actually look pretty good, now move over to the vanity and I’ll teach you how to do your hair and makeup in an office-style”.

The tutorial went by in a flash with Ben retaining little if anything of what Irina had told him, he was too preoccupied with the strange feeling of his little skirt resting high on his nylon covered thighs and terrified of the thought of having to leave the apartment dressed up as an office lady.

Slipping his feet into a pair of black and white wedge pumps, Irina fastened the little straps around his ankles, knowing the intimidating-looking shoes were going to be trouble to remove later with his nails and even more trouble to walk around on all day.

After the addition of a few pieces of jewellery and a spritz of perfume on each side of his neck, Irina announced him ready and told him to stand.

Ben stood up, feeling the muscles in the back of his legs tighten and his legs wobble, “Irina, I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk in these shoes”, he moaned, “I can barely stand”.

Irina tutted, “Come on Benny, you haven’t even tried, take a few steps”.

With a worried look on his face, Ben took a few tiny mincing steps forward, “See, you didn’t fall”, Irina announced, "have a little more confidence in yourself".

Ben sighed, “yeah, but I wasn’t exactly graceful, was I”?

“Oh, so you want to be graceful, I had no idea”, Irina laughed.

“No… I…just... “, he was cut off, “practice Ben, that’s all you need, unless you are finally going to admit, you can’t do something I can do”, Irina said lifting up one of her legs, showing off the tall spiky heel on the end of her foot, before strutting gracefully towards the door, “now come on, try to keep up”.

Ben watched as she exited the room, leaving him feeling more than a little silly, but she was right, if she could walk in heels, higher than the ones he currently wore without a problem, so could he. 

Stepping forward, he felt his standing foot roll and the tremendous weight of his new blocky wedge shoes pulling him down, but with one carefully placed foot after another, he slowly made his way across the room, reaching the doorway and feeling a little more confident, realising that if he focused and took smaller steps, walking in these shoes perhaps wasn't as bad as he first imagined.

Stepping out of the room, he turned, carefully placing his long-nailed fingers on the handle of the bedroom door, pulling it closed behind him, “you can do this, Ben”, he said quietly to himself, grasping the bottom of his short skirt and giving it a tug downwards, “they’re just clothes”.

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