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I am standing before the mirror, in my wardrobe; both doors wide open, as I am examining my reflection. I can clearly see my reflection in the mirror, as the mirror image is standing before me; looking back, as if she had been examining me in turn.
Well, that is what a Mirror does. It examines you, in the light available.
I should not frown at it, for doing it; but relish in the image, it is revealing to me.
My skin is an unblemished light skin-tone, just as I had always wanted it. Furthermore; I am wearing the Metallic Bloody Red Panties and top, just as I had as I went to bed Otherwise I am nude.
“You should have been doing this, in your little Girl’s Room; but I can as well give you a hand, helping you to apply your Make-Up right here and now!” she offers, quite generously.
“Thank you, Philine!” I respond.
“Glossy lips, and Eye-lids!” she explains, as she is applying the Gloss to my Lips and Eye-lids.
“Ooh..” I exclaim; “I like it, it looks great!” I respond.
Of course, your Eye-lashes needs to be a distinct Black, and glossy!” she explains, as she is applying the Mascara.
I feel her stretching my Eye-lashes; with each stroke she is applying, while she is curling them up in a progressive curl.
“Just a slight hint of shimmer, to your face and you are done for the Night!”” she explains.
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Philine has just applied my Mascara, looking critically at my face.
Of course; she is also wearing the Nighttime Make-Up, as she had just finished applying it.
“Since you are about to wake up, in a few minutes; I could as well apply your Daytime Make-Up, and be done with it!” she explains.
“Let’s go with the Glossy Gold..” she explains; “and add a hint of your beloved Latex to top it all off!” she concludes.
“Yes, Please!” I respond.
With that, I can see her applying the Golden Lip Stick to my lips. I even feel the tip of the Lip Stick, as she is pressing it onto my lips, applying just a bit of pressure to it. Just as deep as I feel the pressure, the effect is taking hold; leaving my Lips, in Golden Latex. Or, at least the impression of my Latex, she has in her Mind. Smooth, Glossy, and Highly Elastic. I really should not be complaining.
“A Matching Eye Shadow to go with your Lips, but with some Glitter on top!” she suggests.
“Yes, Please!” I respond, finding myself growing Excited by her attention.
Well, why not? Not just because I am not used to this kind of Attention, but she is giving me the Dear here.
“I think a light Rouge would be in order; but for you, I will apply it in Glitter Gold instead!” she proclaims.
“Yes, Please!” I respond.
I can see how my Cheeks are accepting the golden hue she had proscribed, with each stroke of the Brush in her right Hand. I am blushing, and my Cheeks are slowly growing warm under her light touch.
“To go with your Black Mascara, I will be applying a Black Eye-Liner!” she informs me.
“Yes, Please!” I respond, as I am closing my eyes.
I feel the soft tip tracing the outlines of my Eye-Lashes, as she slowly and carefully apply the Eye-Liner along the outer edge of my Eye-Lashes.
“Open your Eyes, Wide; so that I can finish your Eyes!” she instructs me.
Just as I had opened my eyes, fully; she is applying the light Silvery Eye-Liner to the inner border of my Eye-Lashes. I feel the soft tip, as she is applying the Eye-Liner.
“Your Skin could take a touch of Pink, but with just a hint of your sheen to it!” she explains.
“Yes, Please!” I respond, as I am gazing at Philine.
I feel the touch of the brush, as she is brushing my face down; applying the hue, she had mentioned. Only, once she had applied the final touch to my looks; she is applying a final layer of clear powder onto my skin, coating and covering the skin of my face. Including my Eye-Lids, as I am closing my Eyes to permit her to finish the Treat she is so generously offering me.
“Nibbles..” she is pronouncing; as I can feel my nipples grow large and stiff, as she is coating them with a thin membrane of crystal clear latex and adding the final touch of Gloss.
“Yes, Please!” I respond; “Ooh!” I gasp, as I am feeling the effect of what she is offering me.
Not so much, that my Nipples are stretching the Top; the top is adjusted at the same time, to match the Change in the Process.
“Belly Button!” she pronounces; and I can sense my Belly Button being pulled in, in order to form a new Orifice out of it.
“Yes, Please!” I respond, feeling the effect of my Belly Button growing to a full Pi inches depth and one Inch in diameter; as she is coating the inside of my Belly Button with the touch of Crystal clear Glossy Latex, in the Process.
She is lifting her left Hand, extending the Index Finger; pushing the tip of her Finger into my Belly Button, letting me feel the finger slipping in.
Only now, I feel myself contracting around her finger. As she tentatively pulls the finger out, I find my contraction squeeze the tip of her Finger; preventing her to pull it out, in the Process.
“Oh.. oh!” I gasp, in response; only for her to pull at her finger again: once, twice, thrice.
With each pull, I find myself reflexively contract around her finger; thus preventing her to pull it out.
She is strengthening the reflex, she had placed in my new Orifice; with each pull, it grows stronger and deeper. Of course; it is already impossible, for me to ignore. I can neither override it, nor prevent the Reflex by preparing for it before she is pulling.
I had tried to prevent the contraction, once; but with no effect, none at all. Maybe, just maybe; this just makes it all the more Exciting, in the end.
“Time to move on..” she proclaims; “you have more pressing matters to attend to!” she explains, as she is extending her right hand, slipping in the index finger into my Belly Button.
I feel her slipping in her right index finger; then her middle fingers, ring fingers and pinkie fingers in turn. She is clearly stretching the orifice, that my Belly Button had become.
She is pulling her hands apart, slowly and ever so gently; spreading her fingers in the process, gripping my now rubbery flesh.
As she is pulling her hands away, her fingers slip out; causing my Belly Button to contract, collapseing with a distinct squeak.
“There..” she puts forth; “I hope you enjoy your new Orifice!” she suggests.
“Oh..” I exclaim; “Oh yes yes yes!” I conclude.
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"I believe you were asking for a Plug; so that you can hide the changes, to your Belly Button?” she suggests.
“Yes, please!” I respond, nodding vigorously.
“Here goes.." she puts forth; “I hope this will be what you had in mind!” she concludes.
Just as she is finishing the statement, I feel the Plug pushing into my Belly Button; spreading me considerably, before the head is spreading me taut, only to plop a moment later.
As I probe my Belly with the tips of the Fingers of my right and left Hands; I feel the smooth Belly, as if she had never changed me in the first place. Though I feel the Plug filling me up, generously.
“Oh…” I exclaim.
“I take it..” she proposes; “this is, what you had in mind?” she inquires.
“Yes.. Yes.. Yes..” I respond.
With that, I feel the tip of my Vaginal Tube entering me; stretching me, momentarily leaving me stretched taut. Only then, the Plug plops and I almost find myself relaxed; only for the tip to advance further, spreading the warm feeling inside me.
Just as the Vaginal Plug is plopping, I find my Mound expanding. It is growing hard and smooth, while it is becoming squishy in the process.
I feel a Cold, Slippery and Wet gel touching the rim of my Anal lips; just before is starts to push in, slowly spreading me gently but firmly. I am stretched, as the tip is entering me; only to find myself stretched taut as the head slides in.
The Plug plops, and I find myself contracting firmly around the Plug as it continues to slide into me Inch by Inch.
“Oh.. Oh..” I breathe, as it continues to slide further into me, as if it had no intent of stopping.
While the Gel the Plug is lubricated with, may be Cold; the Plug itself is quite warm, warming me up as it continues to slide further into me.
There is a sudden, distinct Pinch; as the Plug is riveting itself into me, just as it stops its advance.
“Oh.. Oh..” I breathe; “That.. was Intense!” I realize.
Just how far up, had the Plug advanced, in the first place? I have no idea. I guess I don’t need to know, but I still do enjoy the feeling it is infusing me with.
Of course; there still is yet one more Plug, for her to insert into me. My Oral Plug.
Just as the Thought is touching my mind, I feel the Gel touching my Lips; spreading out, as the tip of the Plug is stretching my lips. Only the Gel is causing my lips to contract in the process. I can’t resist the urging reflex the gel is instilling into my lips, as the gel slowly spreads out over my lips.
As hard as my lips are contracting, the tip of the Plug still slips into my mouth; spreading it as it continues further into my mouth.
As the head is touching my lips; I soon find my lips spread taut, before the Plug slips into my Mouth and plops. There is a distinct Pinch, as the Plug Plops; while the tip of the Plug continues to slide further into my Mouth Inch by Inch.
A moment later, I feel the tip of the plug hitting the back of my Mouth, slowly sliding down my throat. I find my throat stretched taut, as the Plug continues down Inch by inch.
“Whoa!” I breathe; “this Plug is Huge and it is filling me up.." I ponder.
“She really did plug me up, well!” I realize.
My Eyes go wide, as Wide as they go; as I am following the bulge along my throat, as the Plug makes its way down my Throat.
I make an Effort, closing my Eyes.
As the Plug grows thicker, my Mouth makes a Capital ‘Oh’.
“WoW.. just WoW!” I ponder, “She really knows how to plug a Girl.. Girl’s orifices up, thoroughly!” I ponder.
“Since you Love the Experience; I am bound, to perform!” she suggests.
“Yes..” I ponder; “but I guess, you already knew that!” I conclude.
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“On second thought..” she puts forth; “I think you are in dire need of a Tail!” she suggests.
“Yes, Please!” I respond, nodding my head.
I feel the tail growing, even with the Panties on; though I guess, these are just part of Philine.
Inch by Inch, the two and a half inch thick Tail grows down my legs.
“Unless you want to hide your new Tail, I will just let it out through your clothes!” she suggests.
“No..” I respond; “don’t hide it, I want to show it openly!” I proclaim.
“We will have to correct your clothes, later; so I just give you a Skirt to wear, for the duration!” she offers; “Though I guess; you could wear it, any time you so please!” she puts forth.
“I love this Skirt..” I exclaim; “I will enjoy wearing it, again later!” I proclaim.
“I was expecting as much!” she responds, with a snicker to her voice; “The Skirt is so Perfectly you, I just can not see you giving it up!” she concludes.
“You know me, only too well..” I concede; “I love the tight Latex pressing against my Skin; the Smooth Material, sliding over my skin as I move!” I elaborate.
“That is the Only Latex I can offer you, even if I can control the Smoothness, in order to match the Needs of the Moment in a given context!” she agrees.
With mery a thought, the tip of my now bare tail moves up before me. I catch it, in my bare right hand; examining the smooth skin, in the same hue as my skin is. Even if she may have adjusted the hue of my skin-Tone, as well as applying the same hue to the suit covering my entire body.
While I am grasping the tip of my Tail;, I can’t help but see my hand in the process; the long and slender fingers, aside from the shapely nails reaching from just after the final joint of the respective finger and five millimeters beyond the tip of the finger. I enjoy the smooth curve, as well as the glossy smooth surface of each nail. Well, why not?
I barely see the finger, or the skin of the finger; from where the nail begins. Of course; the nail ends in a rounded oval tip, and why not.
I feel the Cerise Touch Pads, as I hold the tail in my hand; as it covers the back of each finger; from the final joint of the finger, and all the way in under the nail. She had gifted me with these bright Cerise Touch Pads, highly sensitive and supporting my grip in the process.
Curiously enough; I have a smooth and Silicone White Suction Cup covering the entire palm of each hand. Not quite catching my eye, as it is considerably less eye-catching by design.
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I extract a Blouse, matching the Skirt I am already wearing. I slip my hand through the sleeve, then my left hand through the other sleeve; before I slowly button the Blouse up with delicate care, from the first button to the very last one just under my chin.
I guess I am dressed up for the day, so I take a step back and close the door to my wardrobe.
As I had closed the door to the Wardrobe, I walk over the floor to the door out of my Room; sliding it up, before I am walking out of my room and close the Door behind myself.
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