babygirl for the weekend

5 - fashion show

"You know," Luna began as she led me upstairs. "I've put you in all this lingerie, but I haven't seen you fully dressed up yet, huh babygirl?"

"I'm dressed up right now." I commented, still holding her hand.

"Not all the way. Would a girl go outside like that?" Luna insisted, pushing me onto her bed again. "Take off your skirt, garters, and corset. Everything else can stay." She instructed. I did as told, nervous about what she had just said. I hoped we weren't going outside. When I finished stripping to just my panties and the corset, I looked up at Luna, who dumped another bag full of clothes onto the bed. "I have three full outfits for you to put on, and we're going to take lots of pictures in every single one, okay babygirl?" She told me, crawling over to me and rubbing my bare shoulders. I looked at all of the fluffy, silky, and lacy skirts, dresses, and tops laying on the bed beside me, almost all of them pink and white. I couldn't help but feel excited, and nodded at Luna.

The first thing Luna put on me was a dusty-rose colored pleated schoolgirl-looking skirt with white ribbon detailing on the side that looked like shoelaces. Luna of course made sure to hike the skirt up so it sat above my belly button and lace the ribbons as tight as she could to give me a small waist for her to grab and squeeze and her own will. Then, I put on a white, long sleeved, off the shoulder top that was super cropped—it ended above where my ribcage did. The material of the top was very loose fitting, but there was what Luna called a "lettuce hem" along the top and bottom of the shirt to keep it tight and in place. This outfit was relatively simple, so Luna decided to tie the same pink ribbon from last night around my neck as a choker, then helped
me get into position for some pictures. First, she sat me on the bed by myself with my knees folded and my legs tucked under me, and made sure the skirt flared out around me, but bunches up in the front to reveal a large portion of my freshly shaved thighs. She instructed me to lean back on one hand and use the other to gently rest my thumb on my lip like I've seen pretty girls do in movies, then snapped a picture of my outfit.

I looked at the picture, and I couldn't help but notice how small my waist was. If I had cropped my head out of the picture, I would think that's a normal picture of some really cute girl. Luna probably thought the same.

"You look adorable, cutie pie." Luna said, sitting down on the bed and scooping me into her lap. I blushed, liking the compliment. At this point I was really feeling myself and I honestly loved dressing up like a girl.

"Thank you," I giggled, wrapping my arms around Luna's neck and laying my head on her chest, feeling warmth spread through me as she held onto my waist and gently rubbed her thumb back and forth on my bare stomach. We happened to be facing the mirror, so Luna took another picture of us together before dropping her phone and using both her arms to pull me into an even tighter hug. I felt her pull up my skirt again, she must've thought it was falling too low.

After taking a few more pictures in this outfit, Luna told me it was "time for another surprise." I felt giddy, and sat on the bed patiently while she left the room momentarily. When she returned, she held up a package and jiggled it around.

"What's in there?" I asked, and Luna placed it down in my lap.

"I ordered this on Thursday night as soon as I came up with the whole plan to feminize you, and it came in the mail this morning. Go ahead and open it, babygirl." She said, sitting down next to me and rubbing my back comfortingly, sending tingles throughout my spine. I ripped the package open, and couldn't figure it out, but after sorting through everything, I realized what it was.

"A wig?" I asked, holding up the blonde mop.

"Yep, just for you. How would you like to transform into a real girl for a little while?" I didn't respond, I wasn't sure how I felt about this. "Well you don't really get a choice anyway, baby." Luna then positioned herself behind me, holding me in place with her knees as she gathered all of my fluffy, brown curls into the wig cap, and then pinning down the wig. She brushed through it and ran her fingers through it in order to give it a "messy look." She got off the bed and stood in front of me, studying my face. "You still look too boyish." She declared, snatching her makeup bag from her dresser and getting to work. And 10 minutes of dusting powders and rubbing different makeup products all over my face later, Luna smiled at her work. "Wow. You make a breathtaking girl, Cam." She said with so genuinely that I had to believe her. "Smile," she said, taking a picture. I looked at it and gaped my mouth open in shock.