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ine, and
it did. I began to feel a little nervous at that, for some reason. I
don't like people changing on me, even though I may be the cause of
the change. I stuck him with a rich, low contralto rather than a
falsetto. But it was still eerie. I'm not sure if I should be grossed
out or not.
I want to back off. I'm scared. Jay is really trying to persuade
me to go on. I'll write about something else for a while.
When J wasn't home last week I tried out, on myself, some of the
makeup tricks I would need to use on him. I erased my eyebrows with a
blemish stick and covered them with latex from the costume and novelty
shop. Makeup over that, and I had no eyebrows. I could sketch in
whatever I wanted with eyeliner. Jay's eyebrows are coarser than mine.
Maybe I should try it on him while he's under. And the padded hips. I
packed cotton under panty hose until my own hips were seven or eight
inches bigger. It came out all lumpy and took a lot of adjusting and
four mor
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