Makeup Curse Part 7

Makeup Curse Part 7

Getting back on the road did nothing to help the sour mood between them. Sitting in almost complete silence, Ross could only hope Becca’s mood word improve.

Secretly glancing at Becca’s transforming body, Ross really couldn’t believe what was happening to her. With his feminine clothes on and the changes that have happened to her, she’s starting to look more like a guy than he is.

“S-so….,” Ross stutters nervously, awkwardly pulling down his short skirt to hide his legs. “H-how are you feeling Becca?”

Watching the road, Becca grits her teeth in reaction to his question.

“How am I feeling...!?” she grunts in frustration. “How do you think I’m feeling? Overnight I’ve gone from certified cutie to some halfway between femboy.”

Ross shifts uncomfortably in his car seat. It's not just his itching bra that has him twitching, it’s the fact Becca just seems…. bigger. It has him worried.

Meekly turning away to look out the window, Ross sighs. “Sorry… yeah I guess not so great.”

Another silent moment passes before Becca says another word.

“We aren’t going to stop at the next overnight motel,” Becca says with an irritable tone. “We are going to drive all the way through. I think it’s best you get some sleep.”

Not sure if she’s being serious, Ross looks at her expression to see the stern look on her face. She’s being serious.

“Sure,” Ross replies humbly. “If you think that’s for the best.”

Ross then turns away and makes himself comfortable. Not caring at all who sees, he sits with his legs wide open. He smiles at the gentle breeze wafting up his short skirt.

Closing his eyes, he focuses on the sounds of the car as it drives down the highway and empties his thoughts.

The next thing he knows is the car door slamming closed hard.

Being sharply woken from his sleep, he rubs his eyes and looks out the car window to see they are now at a rest stop. The bright afternoon sun streams in and stings his eyes.

Getting into the car is Becca and ross turns to give her a smile. His face soon drops as he sees her.

“Erm.......,” he nervously mumbles, rubbing his eyes in shock.

“Oh…your awake,” Becca grumbles with a voice like rough gravel.

For a moment Ross is terrified. He doesn’t recognize Becca at all. From the pulled-back man bun hairdo to the messy facial hair and rough voice.

Staring at her intently, he quickly sees her in the eyes staring back at him.

“W-w-what….!?” he stutters, pointing a shaking finger at her face.

Becca frowns and looks at herself in the rearview mirror.

“Bazar….right?” she admits. “I just had to use the men's bathroom. No way could I go into the women’s looking like this!”

“HOW LONG WAS I ASLEEP!?” Ross screams in disbelief. “You look like you're about to bust out of those clothes!”

“Whoa!” she quickly responds, giving him a sharp look. “Don’t scream out like that. People will look at us and I don’t want them to think I’ve kidnapped you or something!”

“I-I-I-is that…… really you Becca?” Ross struggles to ask, gawking at her facial hair.

“Yes….”

“You’ve got…..”

“A beard….I know,” she interrupts with a sour tone.

“Good gravy….,” Ross says forcing himself to be quieter, leaning forward to touch her face. “I can see why you’re so desperate to get to the factory now. You really have been cursed….haven’t you?”

Pushing his soft hand from her rough face in frustration, Becca turns away.

“You think!?” she growls cynically

Lowering her face into her hands, she lets out a long breath. “It’s your turn to drive,” she says distraught, through her fingers.

Not wanting to upset her further, Ross opens his car door and carefully slides himself out of the passenger seat hoping he wouldn’t show anyone up his skirt.

Landing his heels onto the floor, he awkwardly stands and wobbles as he finds his balance.

Holding onto the car, he takes a few nervous steps as his heels click loudly on the concrete floor.

Concentrating on his walking, he doesn’t notice Becca get out of the car. Seconds later, a large pair of hands take hold of him and help him stand straight and true.

He looks up and see’s Becca’s face staring down at him. He’s in awe at how much taller and wider she now is compared to him.

“Wow,” Becca smirks, holding his hands tight to help him to the driver's side. “I didn’t realize how tall I’ve become. This is kinda……..awesome”

Super embarrassed that his girlfriend is helping him walk in heels, Ross looks at her with a red-faced grimace.

“Well….,” Ross sarcastic replies, desperately reaching for the driver's side door. “This is not fun for me you know! How do you expect me to drive with these heels on!?”

As Becca helps Ross into the driver’s seat, she lets go and heads straight for the trunk of the car. Ross takes this opportunity to remove the heels and toss them haphazardly into the back of the car.

He hopes he won’t have to wear them again!

“Here we are,” Becca says, appearing with a pair of small slips ons from the trunk.

Standing in front of Ross with the small shoes, she holds one up against her now large hands. She almost chuckles at how small they are.

“Look at this…,” she humorously grins, showing Ross how small the shoes are compared to her hand. “I can’t believe my feet used to fit into these. It’s crazy how tiny these are!”

Ross unhappily smirks and rolls his eyes.

“Are they for me to drive in…?” he asks coldly.

Giving a wide smile, Becca holds them out for Ross to take.

“Crazy how they fit you too,” she says smugly. “Good thing really you fit in my old stuff. Otherwise, you’d be driving bare feet.”

Gritting his teeth as he slides the flats onto his feet, Ross turns in the seat and faces the car steering wheel. He quickly notices how far away the peddles are from him. He can’t reach them at all with how far Becca had the driver's seat.

Stretching tip toes, Ross struggles in his attempts to touch the gas peddle. He’s left annoyed by it.

“That’s funny…,” Becca teasingly laughs, allowing her large frame to squeeze into the passenger seat.

Rolling back her chair into a more comfortable setting, Becca grins at Ross. “It’s like you’re really the girl now.”

Ross scowls in her direction.

“Sorry….I’m just saying,” she giggles playfully. “Whilst your was asleep, my body kept changing. I had to keep sliding it back as I was driving…you’ll have to slide it back.”

Reaching out to the steering while, Ross pulls a cynical face as he struggles again.

“Do you think so…,” he sarcastically jokes.

Watching Ross slide the seat forward, Becca can’t help but snigger. Ross is not impressed with her attitude.

“Why are you laughing at this Becca?” he asks her with an irritated expression written across his face.

Becca continues to grin wide.

“I’m just realizing now….how cute you are….,” she chuckles with a light-hearted smile. “Look at your cute little face and that cute little outfit.”

Ross frowns hard and bites his lip.

“Great….,” he replies flat, without emotion.

“Awww don’t be like that….!” Becca teasingly chuckles, touching Ross lightly on the leg. “I’m only playing. This is just all very different and new for me. It’s like I’m seeing life through a completely new set of eyes. Like….going to the toilet is now a brand new adventure for me!”

“Are you ready to go…?” Ross snaps, ignoring her comments and turning the ignition key.

Becca nods and gently smiles as Ross continues to frown in her direction.

“Only about six hours away now,” Becca says, shifting in her seat to get comfortable. “I’m pretty tired, so can you wake me up just…..before we get there.”

“Sure Becca,” Ross replies, still not showing emotion. “…but why?”

“I’m starving…that’s why!” she continues, rubbing her flat stomach. “I’m thinking maybe we can find a steak house or something before we get to the factory?”

“Steak house?” Ross questions confused. “Really…?”

“Yeah….I’m craving it.”

“That’s not like you……”

“Ross….look at me…,” Becca says with a serious tone, showing her body to him before they set off. “I’m not me anymore…am I?”

Ross stares at her very masculine body and scowls.

“I guess not,” he answers emotionless.

Becca then chuckles and touches Ross lightly on the leg again.

“It’s kinda funny though,” she laughs with a toothy grin. “I really do feel like your my girlfriend. You’re so little!”

Ross sighs. “Go to sleep Becca. I’m sure you’re tired.”