As I sit here, writing this, I’m wearing white lace panties and a matching bra.  Don’t bother checking my profile, I’m a dude.  But today I’m sporting a short denim skirt (OK, really short) and a white silk top tied off in a ridiculous bow.  Three inch heels are pinching my feet and they make me teeter back and forth when I stand. 

My face is made up to make me look demure (or at least that’s what I was told). No slutty make-up for me, not yet, anyway, just tawny pink eye shadow, pink for my lips and cheeks as well.  I was told these colors would highlight my soft Asian skin.  Sounds hot, right? I know…  I don’t get it either. 

My hair is done up in girly fashion, full of ‘volumizer’ and held up with ‘little girl’ hair clips.  I look damn cute if I say so myself.  I didn’t always look like this.   My ‘transformation’ was slow, so slow it was almost unnoticeable, at least at first.  And it all started because I was sleepy. 

I guess it started that lazy Sunday afternoon.  My girlfriend, Claire and I had been to the beach that day.  Between the sun, the heat and dehydration, I was exhausted.  So when we finally got back to her place I collapsed in her recliner chair.  
After snoozing for God knows how long, Claire woke me up with slight tap. “Hey Sleepyhead”.   She whispered, handing me a bottle of Gatorade.  “Try some of this.”  “I think we’re dehydrated.”  Figuring she was right, I accepted the bottle.  As I ltook the bottle into my hands, I noticed something.  The fingers holding the bottle did not look like my fingers.  I mean sure, they were my fingers, but they looked different.  Specifically, my nails were pink (Coral Pink to be exact).  “What the hell?”  I asked.

Claire noticed my confusion and said.  “I know, right??”  “It’s such a pretty color.”  She saw the anger on my face and admitted.  “Sorry, Sweetie, but after you crashed, I got bored.”  She explained.  “I did my nails and then I decided to do yours.”  She smiled.  “Don’t you just love the color?” 

I held my newly manicured hands out in front of me and looked at my nails.  “Yeah, I guess so.”  “I mean, on you…”  
“Don’t be silly” Claire corrected.  “That’s definitely not my color.”  “That color suits you.”  Claire continued.  “Coral Pink goes good with your skin tone.”  “Plus it makes your feet look so small and delicate.”

“Wait??”  I gasped.  “My toes, too??”  I hadn’t even noticed until she said something, but sure enough as I looked down I saw my toes.  They had indeed been painted as well. 

“Boy you really are a sound sleeper.”  She giggled.  “I can’t believe you didn’t feel any of that.”  “You even slept through me putting the separators on your cute little toes.”  She laughed.  “See?”  She said as she held out her cellphone to show me the picture.  She was right, my feet did look small and OK, yeah, delicate.

“Ha ha…”  I grimaced.  “Very funny.”  “Now help me get this stuff off.”  I demanded.

“Forget it…”  Claire sneered.  “I like that color and I think you should keep it on.”  Then she straddled my lap as she leaned the recliner back.  “So???”  She purred as she ground her cute bottom into my crotch.  “Can we leave the polish on?”  “Pleeeeese??”  She pouted as she leaned and nibbled on my ear. 

Now let me ask you gentlemen out there, if you had a cute, curvy bouncing blonde cutie sitting on your lap, grinding her hips into your junk, practically begging to ‘make your day’, would you care if your nails were painted Coral Pink?  I know, me neither. 

I’ve watched TV in that chair. I’ve studied for finals in that chair, gotten drunk in that chair, but until now, I’ve never had sex in that chair.  We were wild!   She rode me until I was crying out her name.  So much intensity like we’d never had before.  Claire pinned my arms over my head and continued to grind until I climaxed.  God….  That was hot!
We lay there in that recliner, Claire and I exhausted from our lovemaking.  She leaned over and kissed me deeply.  “Ready for round 2?”  She asked with a sly smile.

“Always…”  I answered as I held her tight and carried her back to the bed. It was weird, I thought.  Claire and I always had wonderful sex, but for some reason this time was hotter, more intense.  We grabbed.  We nibbled.  We moaned, and eventually we collapsed.

An hour later Claire and I shared a shower.  My nails still painted coral pink by the way.  We took turns soaping each other up.  I felt so randy, I’m surprised we didn’t spontaneously combust.  Claire was shampooing my hair and while her fingers massaged my scalp.  She asked me.  “Marty…  Have you ever thought of letting your hair grow out?’’  “I bet it would look hot”

To be continued.