I am being given a makeover. The girl who is doing it, is the prettiest male I have ever seen. He speaks in the loveliest female voice. I wouldn't know that he wasn't a woman except that he wears a robe and it's flowing open, and it exposes him. He wears a brassiere but nothing below. His legs are very beautiful.

Seeing myself from his point of view, I marvel at how pretty he's made me. He knows just the right foundation that makes my skin glow, and look very smooth. He seems to know how to highlight the makeup, and my features are delicate. I know that he's done this with shadows, adding a little darkness here and there for dramatic effect. I wonder if I'll be able to duplicate this lovely makeup!

"We want your lips to be full, very full," he tells me.

He has a very special lipstick in his hand. When he touches it to my lips, it feels very thick and yielding, like a penis rubbing over my mouth and trying to get in. He makes a kissing face to me, asking me to pout and pucker for him.

My lips seem to be getting very, very full. It takes an effort for me to make a pouting kiss. I could swear that I can't even hold my trembling bottom lip up! As he moves the lipstick over my mouth, it seems so heavy, so liquid, so much like melting chocolate.

I try to speak, but I can only move my lips softly, and they make gooey wet sounds, like they are almost glued together. He has put way too much lipstick on me. I must look like I want to suck a man's penis. I must be making a longing face, with these thickened lips pouting.

Different shades of lipstick make me suck different penisis in different ways.

I watch myself sucking men wearing different shades of lipstick.

The pretty she-male who has been making up my face, is experimenting with different shades. Each new image comes to me, with a different shade, and a different penis.

I watch myself getting a shade of orange lipstick applied to my lips. I pout my lips so that it can be applied thickly. And now I see myself trying out the lipstick shade, sucking a man, leaving orange traces along his shaft. I pose for a moment with the thick head on my slightly parted lips.

Now I have black lipstick on, and the man's penis is very red. I like this. I wonder if his penis is so red because it is so full of blood. I wonder if I suck on it too hard, blood will come into my mouth. I wonder if he's wearing makeup on his penis. I think to myself that I must wear black lipstick more often, and I wonder if that will mean that I will only attract men who have big, very red and passionate cocks.

Now I am wearing green lipstick. Now blue. Now some strange shade that hasn't been invented. Each time, it's a different penis in my mouth. Each seems to be a different size. Size seems to be related to the color of lipstick, but I'm not sure how. Sometimes the penis is a different color.

When I wake, I can't remember all the different colors, all the different men.
There must have been a lot of them.

I look at myself in the mirror the next time I put on lipstick. The very act of putting it on...yes...it is to prime the lips for something also long and sensuous. For weeks and weeks, whenever I put on lipstick, I think, "...and now you are ready to put a man's penis in your mouth."