Did Someone Say Makeover? (Katy branch)

Katy had dashed back up to her bedroom as soon as she realised that Amy was about to stop. She had watched her for a good fifteen minutes and  cum a couple of times. When she pulled out her large breast and started  playing with it, it had been about the sexiest thing Katy had ever seen.  Amy had a better figure  than the woman in the video she was watching. She was more like the  woman from the hentai Katy had watched earlier. She had only gone to get  a glass of water but the sound of buzzing and not too subtle moaning  drew her attention. She felt like she had just found treasure. She  wished she had had her phone on her so she could enjoy it again. What  were the chances that something like that would happen again?

She was tired now and resisted going again just from the sheer thrill  of it. It had been a tough week and finding a sexy little moment like  that had been a much-needed treat. She liked guys but a sexy scene like  that was enough to make any girl at least a little bit bi.

Katy didn’t have anything on during the day on Friday and coincidentally, neither did Amy. While Katy was struggling to look her in the eye, Amy seemed particularly eager to talk. Amy bullied her into eggs for breakfast after Peter had gone to work.

“I’ve been dying to have a little chat with you,” said Amy as she sat beaming at Katy over a cup of coffee.

“Sure, what about?” Katy asked, taking an enormous amount of interest in her eggs. Mostly because Amy was still in the nightie she had been wearing the night before and the  bountiful chest was on grand display. The same chest that she had  orgasmed too.

“How’s uni?” Amy asked.

“You know, good. We still haven’t properly started. It’s mostly  getting to know you stuff and sorting out things like library cards, ID  and that sort of thing.”

“Oh yeah, freshers week. Haven't there been any parties you wanted to  go to?” She was doing her best to be subtle but she wasn’t very good at  it.

Katy could see right through her. “Oh, yeah, no. There just wasn’t anything I felt comfortable with.”

Amy frowned. “What do you mean, comfortable with?”

“You know, it was all nightclubs and trendy bars. I don’t really fit in there.”

“Do you want to fit in there?”

“What?”

“If you felt like you’d fit in more, would you want to go?” Amy asked, seriously.

Katy had been put on the spot. She had been telling herself that it  wasn’t her thing but the reality was that she had been too shy to join  in the discussions about going out. She had always been someone who  blended into the background. She had hoped that coming to university  would somehow make all that different like it had been the people around  her fault for not paying attention to her. It turned out that the  problem was her and she had been reeling a bit from that realisation.  Now she was being asked by this bubbly goddess if she wanted to go?

“I do want to go,” she said quietly to her eggs.

“Katy?” Amy asked.

Katy couldn’t help but look up into the wide and excited eyes that  shone over the gleaming white teeth that were bared in a smile. “Yes?”

“Can I give you a makeover?”

Katy didn’t know what to do. The goddess was offering to grant her  wishes. The answer should be yes but that felt incredibly intimidating.  She didn’t dare say yes but couldn’t bring herself to say no either.

“Come on, it will be fun. I promise,” urged Amy.

Images of Amy masturbating came flooding back to Katy’s mind at those words. How did uncle Peter end up with such a sexy woman? “Okay,” she stammered.

Amy shouted, “Yay!” and flung her arms in the air making her breasts jiggle. “I need to make a phone call.”

Katy watched Amy as she  picked up her phone and started to make a call. She was wondering what  she had gotten herself into. Still, it was sort of exciting.

“Hey sex, it’s Amy,” Amy was saying down the phone with an overly sexualised tone. “I’ve missed you, baby. Why don’t you hang out with me anymore?”

Katy wondered just what the hell she was listening to. Was Amy cheating on Peter?

“You know I do you sexy bitch,” Amy went on before bursting into laughter. “You always break first. Babes, I  need a big favour. Any chance you could squeeze in a friend of mine.  It’s kind of an emergency.”

“Babe, you rock. I will stuff you so full you won’t know what hit  you. Okay, see you there.” She ended the call and looked at Katie with a  gleeful look. “I got you a hair appointment with my stylist friend.”

“Hair? I thought you’d just help me pick out an outfit or something.”

“We’ll do that too but sweetie, I don’t want to be rude but you  really need to do something with your hair. This is stage one of the,  turn Katy into a hot and popular babe plan.”

Katy was shell-shocked. She had just thought Amy was going to give her some tips but it seemed she was planning on going  all out. It seemed to Katy that the goddess had heard her wish and told  her that she was thinking too small. The well of anxiety it caused was  drowned out by the infectious excitement of Amy.

Amy jumped up. “I’m  going to get dressed. You do the same and then we will just have enough  time to go through your clothes before we go. Come on, chop-chop.”

Katy didn’t have to wait long before Amy came bustling into her room. Even though Amy had clearly got dressed quickly, her hair back in a ponytail and her  face makeup-free, she still looked great in some skin-tight jeans and a  simple top that showed off her generous bust.

“We are going to be ruthless. Just to warn you,” said Amy as she pulled open the drawers and started pulling out clothes. “Oh,  sweetie. We are going to be getting rid of all of this. Are these  Primark jeans? Babes, you could have bought one decent pair for the  price of all these and looked a million times better. I know you guys  don't have much money, you don’t need much. It’s better to get a few  quality items than a lot of cheap ones. I am totally going to sort you  out and don’t even think about offering to pay. This is on me. If it  makes you feel better then think of it like this. I’m making you do it  so I should pay, right?

“Let’s get rid of most of these t-shirts and just keep a couple for  cosy days. Same with the underwear. We’ll save some of these for that  time of the month but we are going to get you something cuter. Don’t you  have any skirts? That’s such a shame. I think your legs are your best  feature. I’m going to get you to try some on and you will say ‘Amy,  how did I not know my legs were so fucking sexy? I’m never putting on  baggy pants again’. Same with shoes. Do you wear heels? You should wear  some heels. Those long legs will be through the roof with some heels on.

“These hoodies need to go. If you want to be warm there are better  options that will show off your figure. I know what you’re thinking. ‘Amy,  I’m too thin, I don’t have a figure’ but you are so wrong. You don’t  just have to have a figure like mine to be sexy. Sexy is seventy percent  attitude and confidence. I know you aren’t very confident, sweetie but  we can work on that.

“What makeup do you have? Hmm, this is pretty basic. Maybe you should  make a list. Underwear, shoes, tops and bottoms, makeup, oh, it doesn't  matter. It’s basically everything at this point.”

Caught in the whirlwind that was Amy, Katy let Amy tear through her belongings. She would have felt insulted but this was  what she wanted. She had wanted her mother to do it but her mother had  been delighted to have a plain and studious daughter. Katy had longed to  have someone tell her how to be girly and vivacious and personable but  she had never made the right friends and there were no other female role  models in her life. She found herself almost egging Amy on. Yes, tear up the old me, she thought. I don’t want to be Katy anymore. “Amy? Do you think you could give me a pet name?” she asked.

That actually shut Amy  up for a moment as she looked at the young woman in surprise before a  mischievous smile crept onto her face. “Will you start calling me auntie  Amy?”

“Sure. I can do that,” Katie smiled. She was already quite fond of Amy so it was an easy enough request to fulfil.

“Go on then,” Amy urged.

“Oh, okay, auntie Amy.”

Amy squealed with happiness and hugged Katy tightly. “In that case, I’m going to call you Kitten.”

“Kitten? Why Kitten?” Katy mumbled into Amy’s chest.

“Because you are so cute. Kat would be cute too but Kitten is even cuter.”

Katy decided to let it go, especially as having her face pressed into Amy’s chest was affecting her. Maybe I’m gayer than I thought, she mused as she felt herself getting tingly at the close contact.