The Young Miss | The Privilage of Beauty

 

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Owen had already discarded the baggy pullover before the car left the academy’s parking lot.  Delicate fingers undid a few buttons of the oversized white shirt, revealing creamy breasts cradled by a lacy silk bra.  The tinted windows provided privacy as he discarded his male uniform.  Only his driver Brandi would be privy to his change.  

“Where to, miss?” The driver asked as Owen flicked his hair and let it tumble down past his shoulders.  He so hated having to hide it everyday in a bun.  It was still preferable to having to answer questions.  His lovely locks took meticulous care to maintain, especially considering he had to make it look like he didn’t care.  Yet it was all worth it after the day when he felt it tickle the back of his neck.  A little more of his true self let loose.

“I’m meeting someone at The Oasis,” Owen told Brandi, voice already growing softer and breathy.  Yasmina was surfacing, taking over and emerging from within Owen’s mind as he revealed the hidden feminine charms underneath his uniform.  Exquisitely flawless skin, a slender waist and modest curves grown from careful hormone treatments.  She had been mindful to keep her body hidden but it was getting more difficult. Yasmina’s curves had grown too obvious and distinct to keep contained. Luckily graduation was only a few months away and then she could stop pretending to be male.

Still, the routine would do for now.  Brandi always brought Yasmina an ideal outfit to change into and today was no different. The white and gray patterned skirt shimmied over Yasmina’s hips and hugged them deliciously.  No doubt her date would love seeing her coltish legs while she swayed about in her stilettos.  It was paired with a matching jacket that gave the outfit a touch of class and provided Yasmina with something to cover her cleavage.  However, she wanted her girls in full view - both for her date and for any other men that might want a look.

The beautification ritual always relaxed Yasmina.  The feeling of earrings swinging from her ears reminded her of how feminine she had become. She never rushed, giving herself time to fully submerge herself within the privilege of a woman’s beauty.  Her confidence always emerged as she applied cosmetics to accent her doll-like features. By the time Yasmina swiped the mascara wand over her lashes, there was no trace of the boy who had gotten into the back of the car.  A stunningly flawless socialite checked the straps of her heel to make sure it was secure.  She was excited; her date Eric was handsome and very capable.  Of course, he was well established - older men tended to be.  He promised to take Yasmina shopping after an early dinner, and she hoped he would want a night cap later on in the evening.  She was sure he would be happy with a young, vibrant bombshell on his arm, just like all her other suitors.