Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)All was quiet in the house as Madison crept about, making doubly sure that he was alone. It was seven PM and his mom had just left for work and his girlfriend had most likely gone with her friends since he hadn't seen her all day so he was alone for hours which was just what he needed. He past all of the rooms on the upstairs floor and stopped at Carly's room. It was closed and had been all day but she had told Madison that she was planning on spending the day with her girlfriends since she hadn't seen them in while. He never went in her room without permission, even to check if she was in there so he past it by and headed back to his room. Despite being confident of his girlfriends absence, something was niggling at the back of his mind, telling him something was off and making him wonder if she was actually back but he shook these thoughts from his head attributing them to paranoia.
When in his room, Madison took one final glance out of his window to see if his mom's car had gone and satisfied that the driveway was empty, he set to work.
"Show time" he said to himself as he pulled out the false back in his wardrobe and removed his kit bag. He carefully emptied the contents on his bed before first grabbing a small box from the items, removing his t-shirt and sitting down at his desk/vanity. Gazing back at him from the mirror was a petite and extremely effeminate boy, his long brunette hair currently held in a ponytail but that would be sorted later. First came the makeup. Madison, smiled as he opened the makeup box and then expertly set to work applying foundation, blush, eye liner a small amount of eye shadow and last but by no means least a pinky-red lipstick. It always amazed him how he looked after a makeover. He looked feminine all the time but now he looked adorable.
Happy with the results, Madison stripped fully and placed the clothes neatly in his kit bag. He would have to change on the way home as his mom and Carly would be back by then. Looking at his uniform all laid out on the bed, he eagerly started by grabbing the white/pink tights and began rolling them up his smooth shaven legs. He always loved the tights, the clingy feeling and the way they made his legs feel so touchable and silky. When they were on, Madison spent a moment rearranging his small penis so that a bulge wasn't visible, something he had become proficient at over the years.
Next came leotard with the tutu. He lowered the garment so he could step through, the leg holes and then drew the rest of it up himself, placing the thin straps over his arms to hold it in place, his soft nipples being cushioned by the inbuilt bra which added some shape to his chest. He brushed out the skirt of his tutu and adjusted the thong of the leotard to a comfortable position before turning his attention to his pink lace up ballet slippers.
He grabbed the rest of the items and returned to his vanity chair for the last parts. Lacing his ballet slippers up his calf always made him feel really feminine and today was no exception. He grinned as he fiddled with the awkward crisscross motion and the knots but stopped just before he finished as he caught sight of his hair in the mirror still in the ponytail. "That needs fixing" he murmured softly and grabbed his hair brush. After letting his long silky hair down, he began brushing it, brining his fringe forward, and making the strands wavy. To top it of he tied to pink ribbons either side of his head and a pink lace chocker around his neck. As he was doing so, his one of his shoulder straps fell and his right nipple was displayed but he ignored the nip slip for now and turned to the mirror for one final examination before putting a coat on and setting off to ballet class.
Madison's reflection confirmed what he already knew, he was cute and also he was ready to go so after a quick spray of perfume he was set about straightening his leotard and tying his slippers. He was so enthralled by his work and his reflection, he didn't hear the footsteps on the landing approaching his open door...
When in his room, Madison took one final glance out of his window to see if his mom's car had gone and satisfied that the driveway was empty, he set to work.
"Show time" he said to himself as he pulled out the false back in his wardrobe and removed his kit bag. He carefully emptied the contents on his bed before first grabbing a small box from the items, removing his t-shirt and sitting down at his desk/vanity. Gazing back at him from the mirror was a petite and extremely effeminate boy, his long brunette hair currently held in a ponytail but that would be sorted later. First came the makeup. Madison, smiled as he opened the makeup box and then expertly set to work applying foundation, blush, eye liner a small amount of eye shadow and last but by no means least a pinky-red lipstick. It always amazed him how he looked after a makeover. He looked feminine all the time but now he looked adorable.
Happy with the results, Madison stripped fully and placed the clothes neatly in his kit bag. He would have to change on the way home as his mom and Carly would be back by then. Looking at his uniform all laid out on the bed, he eagerly started by grabbing the white/pink tights and began rolling them up his smooth shaven legs. He always loved the tights, the clingy feeling and the way they made his legs feel so touchable and silky. When they were on, Madison spent a moment rearranging his small penis so that a bulge wasn't visible, something he had become proficient at over the years.
Next came leotard with the tutu. He lowered the garment so he could step through, the leg holes and then drew the rest of it up himself, placing the thin straps over his arms to hold it in place, his soft nipples being cushioned by the inbuilt bra which added some shape to his chest. He brushed out the skirt of his tutu and adjusted the thong of the leotard to a comfortable position before turning his attention to his pink lace up ballet slippers.
He grabbed the rest of the items and returned to his vanity chair for the last parts. Lacing his ballet slippers up his calf always made him feel really feminine and today was no exception. He grinned as he fiddled with the awkward crisscross motion and the knots but stopped just before he finished as he caught sight of his hair in the mirror still in the ponytail. "That needs fixing" he murmured softly and grabbed his hair brush. After letting his long silky hair down, he began brushing it, brining his fringe forward, and making the strands wavy. To top it of he tied to pink ribbons either side of his head and a pink lace chocker around his neck. As he was doing so, his one of his shoulder straps fell and his right nipple was displayed but he ignored the nip slip for now and turned to the mirror for one final examination before putting a coat on and setting off to ballet class.
Madison's reflection confirmed what he already knew, he was cute and also he was ready to go so after a quick spray of perfume he was set about straightening his leotard and tying his slippers. He was so enthralled by his work and his reflection, he didn't hear the footsteps on the landing approaching his open door...
