HollyMaid - Chapter 4

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Holly all but bounced down the stairs with her hair still up in a towel and her bathrobe tied at the waist. "Where do you feel most comfortable talking?" she asked as I came from the kitchen. "My room. I pointed to the stairs. We headed for the basement, and she followed me to my bedroom. I had my clothes for work already laid out, and I had to change pretty soon.

She took the chair at the vanity and took the towel from around her head, letting her hair fall straight down. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited to see what she had to say. "I have a confession to make, but hear me out before you make up your mind." "Okay. Sure, why not?" "You know you can never be a real man or a father, don't you?" "I do, but that's not news to me." "Well, here's the news. I want to make you a real woman. I want to give you breasts, real ones. I want to remove all the scars and give you a beautiful vagina just like mine. I want to make you so pretty men will fall at your feet just to get your attention." "That's not likely gonna happen. It's been tried before," I spoke softly as I picked up the blow dryer and brush.

I turned Holly's chair to face the mirror and started to gently brush her hair as I blew it dry on a low heat setting. "What?" she asked in a curt tone. "You think I can't do it?" "Oh, I'm sure you can make me into a girl but so pretty that men just fall at my feet, I rather doubt that. You have a beautiful head of hair," I told her as I looked for the curling iron. "Here's the thing," she said as I placed her hand in a warm bowl of water. "Nails first." "You're eighteen now, so in order for me to do the work I want, you have to sign the paper I put on the table." "I couldn't find the iron, so I plugged in the hot rollers." "What are you doing?" she stopped in mid-sentence.

"I'm fixing your hair and giving you a manicure. Is there something wrong with that?" I asked. "Not if you know what you're doing," she smiled. "I think I can manage," I smiled as I trimmed a few split ends from the shorter hair in the front. "So you're willing to sign the paper?" She went back to the reason for our chat. "I see no reason not to," I smiled as I placed the first roller in her hair.

I dipped my hand in the setting gel as I placed each roller just like I had been taught. "It will take several operations to do the job," she continued as I worked on rolling her hair. "I want to fix your face and nose first and see how they heal up." "And then what?" I asked as I placed yet another roller. "Then we'll remove your body hair over a period of time, so you never have to shave." "Like you did yours," I replied as I placed the dryer cap over her head. "Well, yes," she smiled as I turned on the dryer and started on her nails.

I heaved the big black case upon the vanity and opened it to get an orange stick. "Pick a color." I pointed to the rainbow of colored polish. "Do you ever stop working?" she asked. "Not since I was twelve," I replied as I started on the hand, she had soaked and placed the other in the bowl. "You're taking all this information as if it was casual, and I'm talking about a whole life change." "I've been a girl before, so it's not that big a deal," I replied as I took the emery board to her nails. "True, but then it was all fake," Holly replied as I shaped her nails. "I don't fit in with men like I am now, and I doubt I'll fit in with the girls when you're done. So either way, it's not a big deal."

I applied a clear base coat to the hand I had just finished, then checked her hair and started on the other hand. "Believe me, when I'm done with you, you will fit in with the girls, and you'll have to fight off the men." "If you say so," I smiled as I worked on her other hand. "Have you picked a color?" I asked. She picked a soft pink with a metallic look, and I applauded her choice. I finished her other hand and applied the base coat, then started to paint the first hand in smooth, even strokes. I did the other hand as soon as the base coat was dry and started her pedicure. Her toenails were in good shape, so it went pretty fast, and soon she had the same polish on all her nails.

"What are you doing?" she asked again as I set up my airbrush system. "Making you even more beautiful than you are." "How about a nice golden tan the easy way," I smiled. "You're going to paint on my tan?" she scoffed. "Sure, why not?? "This I got to see," she smiled as I mixed the liquid for her tan. I took off the dryer cap and asked her to take off her robe. Her nails were still a bit wet, so she let me do it. I opened the sliding glass doors and had her stand on the patio with her legs apart just a little. "With or without the tan line?" I asked. "Without, of course. You know I lay out in the nude." "Just asking," I smiled as I started to spray her body.

Her skin was almost flawless and smooth as polished glass. I knew her tan would look great when I was done. I placed my finger along the length of her vagina lips so as not to spray tan on the inside of her lips. I half expected her to pull away with my hand so close to her vagina, but she stood very still. The liquid dried almost as soon as it hit her skin, and the more I worked, the more her golden tan began to emerge. I took great care to outline her nipples, as they don't really tan that well even in the sun, and I wanted it to look natural.

I asked her to wait a few minutes for her tan to dry before she sat back down. I knew she wanted to talk some more about all the operations she had planned for me, but right now, I wanted her to be as beautiful as I could make her. Once she was completely dry, I sat her down and added another coat of polish to her nails. While they were drying, I started on her hair. I removed the roller and fluffed the curls with a vented brush, then started to pull all of it up on the crown of her head. I held it in place with a punk band that matched her nails, then brought one curl down in front of each ear.

I took her robe and towel, then led her up to her bedroom. I had cleaned and arranged her room, so I knew where everything was. "What are you doing?" she asked again. "Just play along," I smiled. I went straight to her dresser and got out her corset. It was a sturdy garment, but I was gentle when I pulled the lacing tight. It fit from just under her breast to just over her hips and gave her a really great shape. I got her nude stockings and rolled one up each leg, attaching them to the base of the corset. Her best satin pink panties and matching bra were next. I had to look through her closet a minute, but I found the pink sheath dress that I knew would look great.

I was short, almost a mini, and I got her open-toed pink high heels to match. I guessed they were a four-inch heel, and I slipped them on her feet and closed the ankle strap. I placed a gold necklace around her neck and dug out some rings for her fingers. I put in her biggest gold hoops for her earrings, then zipped the dress closed for her. I offered her the chair at her vanity and started on her makeup. Less is always better, but I really wanted her to look good tonight. I put on a light coat of liquid foundation, then added a light powder for that oh-so-smooth look. I outlined her eyes in a dark eyeliner for effect, then used a soft coral pink eye shadow, which I applied with a brush. I went easy on the mascara, as her lashes were already long and beautiful.

"Done," I stated as I looked at my watch. I led her to the full mirror on the other side of the room and watched as her jaw almost hit the floor. "Okay, so I look like a million bucks. So what's this all about?" "You should check your messages more often." I pointed at the light blinking on the phone. She hit the play button, and it was Cathy reminding her that it was girl's night and they were coming over around seven or so. " Oh, shit, I got ten minutes to get ready." "Already done," I replied with a smile. "You look great, and the snacks, along with the champagne, are on the table."

"Now, if you don't mind, I have a job to go to." "You knew!" she all but shouted. "You knew they were coming. So this is why you made me look so good." "They may be wealthy snobs, but none of them will look as good as you do, or at least not tonight," I shot back. Holly grabbed my face and planted a kiss right on my lips. "You are so great. I will make this up to you, I promise. I'm not sure how, but I will, I assure you," she smiled as she turned me loose.

I had just changed clothes and was about to leave when Grace called. It had been a really light day at the store, and she gave me the night off, saying she could handle it tonight by herself. I told her thanks and settled in to watch some t.v. I wished she had called earlier. I could have taken more time getting Holly ready. I just hoped she looks as good as I thought she did.

I kept the t.v. Turned down pretty low. I didn't want Holly's friends to know she had somebody living in her basement. And it wasn't like she was going to show me off to her friends with this big scar across my face. Her friends arrived right on time, and I listened to them all give Holly great praise for how good she looked. The snacks were a big hit, and the champagne seemed to be gone in no time. I snuck out the back door and made my way to the kitchen, and took out another bottle placing it in the ice bucket while they were busy talking. Nobody, including Holly, knew I did it. Of course, it didn't just appear out of thin air, but Holly thought I was at work, so who knows what she really thought.

The party broke up around midnight, and all the girls pumped Holly endlessly to tell them who had done her up for the party. To her credit, she never said my name, but she told them it was a close friend, which made me feel pretty good. The week went on pretty normal after that. While I never answered Holly's phone, I did hear most of her messages. All the girls at the party had called and promised to never tell if she would tell them which salon had fixed her up on Tuesday night. Holly just smiled each time she got the messages. You're secret is safe with me, she told me once.

I checked in the clinic early on Friday and was ready when Holly got there. She told me I would sleep through the night, and she would come to get me on Saturday by lunchtime. That was the last thing I remembered till I awoke Saturday morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck. It felt far worse than any hangover I had ever had, and I felt almost sick to my stomach. As soon as Holly got there, she gave me some pain meds and checked me out.

"You can recover at home," she stated. "It's the least I can do after Tuesday night." "It was nothing," I replied with my speech a little slurred. "Well, it meant a lot to me, so plan on being pampered for a few days, at least." True to her word, she treated me like I had paid in full for her services. She fed me and bathed me just like I was her own child. And changed my bandages twice a day.