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One night, June sat down beside me on the couch while I was reading a book. She was turned to face me and she studied my face for a moment or two. Distracted from my book by her behavior, I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she had been wondering what I would look like with makeup on. I was startled, but at the same time, a little intrigued by the thought, so when she asked if she could make me up, I set the book aside and agreed. She had me sit on a kitchen chair while she went to get some makeup. When she returned, she set a number of things on the table beside me, then spent some time applying things to my face. I knew what some of them were, but not having paid much attention to makeup before, some were mysteries. I have no idea how long it took her to do what she was doing, as I was enjoying it so much, the smell of the various things she used, the touch of her hands and brushes against my face, the close attention to me and the way her breathing was picking up pace. I was mildly hypnotized by it all, and in what I imagine is what I have since heard referred to as 'sissy heaven. 'When she was finished, she led me to the bathroom so that I could look at myself in the mirror. I was surprised, entranced that she had made me look so feminine. It was a wonderful experience, but then she threw cold water on it when she suggested that we go out to our usual bar with me made up. I refused. She insisted. I refused some more. In the end, we stayed home. I think that was the beginning of the end of our relationship. She never offered to make me up again, which I had hoped she would do. I guess making me feel pretty wasn't enough for her, and humiliation has never been a turn-on for me. nI still think back and wonder what would have happened if she had not been so insistent on my going out in public. I never dared to suggest it to any subsequent girlfriends, and feel like I missed out on what might have been a wonderful experience.n
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