A SILLY FEMINIZING - CHAPTER 5

Well… Claire was a crazy girl. I cannot say this more precisely. She was a crazy girl because nobody… and I really mean nobody… would ever do such things as Claire did to me. On the other hand, I was really glad that she gave me her jumper and her leggings because without her clothes I would be definitely frozen. But as you already know… the night spent on the train was ehm… colourful. The girls put makeup on my face while I was sleeping and now… they just wanted to put new makeup on my face and Claire had just decided that the makeup will be blue. They put blue eyeshadows on my eyelids and blue lipstick on my lips. I probably haven´t seen worse makeup on anybody… and I was a boy. That would be the biggest surprise for everybody. Nobody has ever seen a boy dressed in a feminine jumper, wearing leggings and with blue makeup. I mean… it was crazy and Claire was crazy.

“Arghh…. don´t you think that it is enough? I already have to look like a girl!” I said when the girls were putting more and more makeup on my face. I wanted to resist and protest a little bit because I really thought that it was enough. I was willing to do almost anything for girls but this was probably a bit too much.

“Oh no, Johnie… it is never enough for us. We all just love doing makeup and you are the perfect model. You know… we can try a lot of things on you and explore our options. Consider yourself as our little obedient model!” she giggled and the girls continued in doing my makeup and putting all the feminine stuff on my face. And I kind of had no choice but to really be their little obedient model because there was no escape. The door of our coupe was locked and even if I tried to fight them I would have no choice because it was too many of them and… It would be so weird to fight girls.

“Your model? But… you know… I am a boy and boys usually don´t have makeup on their faces and it makes me a bit embarrassed!” I told them,

“Oh… our little model is embarrassed… well what do we do about it?” Claire giggled. “I suggest more makeup because we need our model to feel pretty and beautiful!” Of course, the girls absolutely loved Claire´s idea and they brought some blushers and other makeup stuff. I didn´t even know what these things were called. I have never

“But… I don´t want more makeup… please… what if somebody will see me like this? What if they fix the train and somebody will come to see us? That would be the most embarrassing thing for me!” I tried to warn them but they were obviously okay with that option...

“Well… if somebody comes to our coupe… we will show him or her the masterpiece of our makeup skills and the masterpiece is you! Don´t you get it? You are honoured by us!” Claire explained but… I didn´t understand. It was an honour for me? To have so much makeup on my face that I looked like a girl? To wear a feminine jumper? To wear feminine leggings. I don´t really know about it and it didn´t seem like an honour to me.

“Well… I would rather have my face just without makeup… Wearing your feminine jumper makes me even more feminine than I wanted to be!” I said. Claire made a surprised face and then she laughed and said:

“Did you hear it, girls? Did you just hear it? He told us that he wanted to be feminine! So… in a way… we are accomplishing his dream by doing his makeup and making him look feminine. And I love boys who aren´t afraid to be feminine! It is such a cute gesture!”

“Oh noooo… you always get it wrong! I don´t want to be feminine… I just… I wanted to say that I feel feminine enough even without the blue makeup on my face!” I tried to explain but again… Claire didn´t understand it and she told me:

“Oh… you don´t have to explain, honey…. I understand you. I know that it is difficult to admit it… especially when you are a boy and you secretly want to be feminine. You are safe in here and we won´t tell anybody about your little secret! In a fact… we will even help you and make you feel as feminine as possible! And you will be our happy femboy!”

After that… I admitted to myself that it will better not to speak because whatever I say, the girls will twist it and use it against me. So it will be wise not to speak. But after all… we were at the very least doing something and it warmed us up a little bit because the temperature was still dropping and there was no sign of any repairs on our train. The girls were playing for almost an hour on my face and they were doing all of this stuff like giving me fake long eyelashes and doing my eyebrows. In the end… I really had to look like a girl.

“Wow… I have to say that we really did a good job, girls! Look at him! Would you even recognize that he is a boy?” Claire said while she was looking at me.

“No… we would definitely not say that he is a boy! Just look at his face… I mean… he looks more feminine than we do with this makeup!” the girls giggled. I even didn´t want to see my face because I knew that it would be a terrible look.

“Yeah… we should do our makeup as well and then… let´s take some photos! That could be fun!” Claire said. But… I definitely didn´t want to be photographed.

“Wait… wait wait wait… I don´t want you to take any photos of me… I mean… Just look at me… I don´t want this to be caught in photos!” I protested.

“Oh, our little Johnie… don´t be so shy. You are such a pretty girl and it would be a great shame if you were too shy to take some photos. And don´t worry! You won´t be there alone. We will be there as well! And trust me, nobody will even recognize that you are a boy! You look just so different!” Claire was assuring me but still… I didn´t want to be in any photos like this. It was too much embarrassing.

“Pleaseee… I really don´t want to do it!” I begged.

But then… Claire stood up and sat right next to me. She put her hand on my knee and she touched my face with her finger.

“Look at me, Johnie… look at me! You are such a pretty girl and it would be such a shame if we forgot this special moment. But if we take a photo of it… we will never forget it!” she said. Well… I will never forget it even without a stupid photo. But then… Claire looked into my eyes and then at my lips. And before I would even think about something like this… she kissed me. She kissed and it was the sweetest kiss I ever had. Then she smiled at me and said:

“If you will take a photo with us… you may get more kisses!” All girls cheered up for this and now… I had no choice. Of course, I wanted more kisses from Claire because… she was just so much beautiful girl and I had a crush on her.

“Ehm… soooo… okay… I agree!” I said and you should have seen the excitement of all girls in the coupe. They absolutely loved taking photos. All girls immediately started to do their makeup as well because they wanted to be as pretty as I was.

“Well… I guess I will do myself blue makeup as well because guess what… I want to match with our little princess in here!” Claire giggled.

“Hey… I am not a princess!” I tried to defend.

“Oh… right, Johnie… and tell me… who has the most makeup on a face? It is you so… you are our little personal princess!” she giggled. And then… she really did the same makeup as I had and she came right to me.

“I think we are ready for the photo shoot!” she said. “Come on, Johnie… stand up and we will do some posing! It will be fun!”

And in the ned… it was actually quite fun with all girls. It was far better than just sitting in a freezing coupe and waiting for the train repairs. We were doing our photo shooting almost half an hour when the train shivered… yeah.. the train shivered and we heard the engine. There was a strange click on our door and it meant only one thing.

“The train is repaired!” Claire exhaled. Look… the heating system… is on again! Oh… thank God! It took them quite a while!” she said.

“Yeah… it was really getting cold in here!” I agreed.

“Oh… you were getting cold?” Claire asked me.

“Yeah… you were doing my makeup but I was just a sitting model!” I said.

“Oh… that´s right! You heard it girls! We have to warm our little model up. And I have a brilliant idea. Make a space in the middle of the coupe and film us!” Claire giggled. Then she grabbed my hand and we… we started dancing… It was quite funny.

“Oh yeah… you really dance like a princess! That´s good!” Claire giggled.

“I do my best!” I giggled. And yeah… it really warmed me up. But… just when we were in the middle of the dance… I heard our coupe door opening.

“Good morning!” We all heard and you can only guess who it was. Of course… It was our P.E. teacher. She was one of the coolest teachers in our school… but I was worried about what she was gonna say about everything. We stopped dancing and we turned around to her.

“Good morning, miss teacher!” we all greeted her. And then it came… the teacher looked at me and she said.

“Who is this girl?”

“Ehm,... It is John… we just made him look…. a bit different!” Claire giggled. The teacher was staring at me for a while and then she started to laugh so much and she asked again:

“Is this John? For real?”

Yeah… most embarrassing thing just couldn´t happen to me.