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A Simple Life: Chapter 186
🕑 Added 2024-11-29 20:53:23 +0000 UTCOnce Winona had hugged my blues away we return to our costuming. One of the things I treasured most about my girlfriend is that way she had of dealing with my emotional episodes yet kept everything feeling natural and normal. She never made me feel ashamed of my feelings or my reactions to them. Somehow she actually managed to make me feel better after them than how I’d been feeling before. My love for her was almost agonizing in its intensity.
After I redo the second braid, making it tight and perfect like the first, Winona wraps them one at a time around her head like a wreath that looped from her hairline at the front and down to the base of her skull at the back. These she bobby pins into place.
“Perfect.” She says after taking a look around with the hand mirror. Rising from the bed she returns to the table where her costume waited. Piece by piece Winona dons her cobbled costume until at last she bends over and pulls the wig on over her head then flips the long scarlet locks back over and down her back as she stands tall and proud, like that noble character. She finishes the job with some more pins and secures the hair with the green hair band. With a swagger appropriate to the warrior race she was dressed as she turns, takes a single stride forward, then sinks her weight into one leg so her right hip jutted out and asks in a smooth, deep tone. “What do you think, Sprout?”
I was still knelt on the bed where she’d left me, I’d been playing with Brutus as I watched her dress, and as my gaze slowly pans up, wayyyy up, her powerful physique I am in awe of her towering presence. From her height to her proud features to her smooth tan skin to her lean musculature hers was a body that was made to cosplay this character. The way the knee length skirt showed off her shapely calves, the way the slit we’d put in it allowed a peak at one muscled thigh, the top that highlighted her beautiful shoulders and elegant neck, and those abs in the midriff between the red sash and her cropped tank all combined to showcase Winona’s incredible form in all the right ways. Sexy didn’t even come close to describing her! She was a goddess! All of sudden my cage was snug and my bussy twitching to be fucked like only she could fuck.
Sexiness aside the costume was hardly an exact match for the character she was portraying but it was nevertheless somehow better than perfect. The fact that it consisted of real clothes, as opposed to costume pieces, and the fact that the more fantastical pieces that were missing, such as the tiara, all combined to give it a grounded feel. Even the parts of her tattoos that were visible, he lower half of Raven on her back and the dark feathers swaying below the Dreamcatcher to the front, somehow just worked. She was a fantasy character filtered through the lens of modern urban culture. It wasn’t cartoonish and neither did is appear a cheap facsimile of a ‘proper’ costume. This was a living, breathing Urbosa rooted in the real world.
“Wow.” I gasp. “Wow!”
She laughs at my gobsmacked expression. Spreading her long arms wide she slowly turns in place to give me the full 360. “Feedback?”
“You’re amazing!”
With another flattered chuckle she pinches my nose. “Seriously.”
“Um.” I look her up and down again, this time with a less smitten eye though that was difficult. “Two things.”
“What?”
“Lose the s-sword.” I say. “It’s a toy and it detracts from the r-rest.”
“The scimitar stays.” She says as she pats her prize find from our shopping expedition. “What is a warrior without her weapon?”
“Fair enough.” I giggle.
“Second thing?”
“Well…” I say, giving her flash of my eyes. “…n-not so much an issue with the costume per se…”
“Out with it.”
Scrunching my nose I shake my head. “Y-You’re not a red-head. I like your real hair way better.”
“Ha! Even your criticisms are flattery.” She offers her hands and I take them. Pulling me up into a hug she kisses my head.
“You look wonderful.” I say. “Y-You’ll be the best costume there.”
“We’ll see.” She says as she steals a playful grope of my panty clad booty. “You’re turn, my sexy little elf maiden.”
“He he he!”
It was my turn in the chair where I lay my head back and let this living video game warrior make my face up. At least a half dozen times I am told to quit smiling as she lightly brushes the pigments onto my skin. I couldn’t help it though as this brought back memories of that first time Winona had held me down and applied Althea’s makeup. Of the many moments we had shared together in our short life together that one still shone out as special. As I laid beneath her things both long buried and new had awoken inside of me. Not only had I fallen in love with her she somehow let me find some love for myself as well.
“Quit smiling you goof.” She laughs.
“I love you.” I say, my eyes closed and my beaming grin undimmed.
Kissing my head she says. “Love you too, babe. Now quit smiling!”
“He he he!”
“And laughing is right out!” She pinches my nipple.
“Ha ha ha ha!”
Eventually she somehow manages to finish the job. Stepping back she raises the hand mirror for my inspection. “How’d I do?”
“Perfect.” I whisper as I look up at her without even glance toward the mirror. “You’re perfect.”
“You’re in a mood.” She chuckles and kisses my head. “Now, seriously.”
“Right.” I try to focus through my bursting love for her to the task at hand. “Oooo!”
“I made a couple of changes.”
Leaning closer to the mirror I marvel at how she’d transformed my face. With better colors for my complexion and a slightly bolder application she had really brought my natural femininity to the surface, with an sylvan panache no less.
“I l-love it!”
“Good!”
She then turns me in the chair and has me lay my hands on the table so she could do my nails too. Soon they were all a shiny jade. So pretty! When mine were done we switch back to her so I could do hers in the same color. It didn’t match the bold blue of her lips but the rest of her outfit, it just worked. Dang it was fun doing each other’s nails.
Makeup complete it was time for my costume. Though she didn’t need to Winona first checks on my clit, giving the pink shell a sweet kiss before tucking it away within my panties again. This, of course, makes me giggle. Next came the bra which I was very excited about. We hadn’t had a chance to really figure out how this would work but it turns out to be as simple as anything. It ended up that a couple of strategically folded ankle socks placed just so was enough to fill the space needed in the strapless padded bra we’d purchased. Thanks to the padding my A-cup bust held its shape perfectly which in turn then fills out the elegant white gown just as it was designed to.
Looking up at Winona I blurt out. “I’ve got boobs!”
“Yes, baby girl.” She says, kissing the skin of my cleavage. “Best damn titties I ever saw.”
“He he he!”
Next she puts on my jewelry, including the special feather pendant her Unci had given her for being her family’s swiftest warrior. Now knowing the story behind it I felt really honored that she trusted me to wear it.
Touching the pendant lightly she says. “When I see this feather I’ll be reminded of Touka.”
From there the rest was easy. I wore Winona’s moccasins on my feet. Though you couldn’t really see them beneath the long skirt of the gown they let me move silently and gracefully, like an elf. From here it was just a simple belt, a leather dice bag at my hips for components, and the collector’s edition of the complete ‘Encyclopedia Arcania’ from the previous edition of FoF to use as my spellbook. She told me that not only did the thick stylized tome look the part but that it could be used as a practical spellbook at the table as many of the spells hadn’t changed that much from that edition to the one we played in. I thought that was pretty freakin cool. And finally she does my hair, getting my blond locks to lay in that natural yet impeccable way of a movie elf the best she could.
“We’re gonna have to get you some ears at some point.” She says as she runs her fingers over the curved tops of my ears. “Pointed ears are sexy as fuck.”
“He he he! Yeah.”
“Okay. Let’s see how we did.” Taking my hand she leads me to the washroom for a final assessment. Together we step in front of the washroom mirror, staying as far back as possible to see as much as we can. “Hot damn!”
“Oh!” I gasp.
Just like in my sun dress on the Bella earlier the transformation was complete! More than complete! I still had the slender waist, the hips, the narrow shoulders and the effete features…but now I had the subtle yet definite contour of titties too! My hourglass shape had filled out that little bit more. With the gown and the make up I was way beyond simply effeminate, and the fantasy elements sprinkled in would throw off even the sharpest of gender-judging eyes. Oh my goodness! What a lovely lady! No matter how I looked I could see nothing in the mirror but two beautiful ladies, one tall and powerful and the other soft and petite. Truly the two opposite ends of the same spectrum.
“Damn, baby girl.” Winona says as she slips her arm around my bare shoulders, every bit as impressed by the pair of as I was. “The world just ain’t ready for this level of awesome.”
