*she

Hasn't really made it past her own street, and is about ready to head home when Elizaveta shows up. She not so gracefully makes a dive for the bushes, hoping she wasn't caught.

Swears colourfully under his breath, giving Elizaveta her best convincing smile. 'I'm fine!' She confirms, standing up and trying to straighten herself.

Looks at her door, perhaps giving her away before she manages a smile. 'I should be alright, poppet. Thank you though.'

Grins, looking as though Elizaveta has sent her a lifeline. 'Aye. He's a bit quiet but he's an alright bloke.' She smiles, 'I think he's not going to be around for a while though, Elizaveta.' She never was a_

Good liar.

Startles as the woman heads in before her, fluttering. 'Must be staying with his bloke...' She lies, glancing at the pie. She did feel bad that Elizaveta had come all this way.... 'Why don't I put on the kettle

And we can have a slice. You snooze, you lose.' She opens the door for Elizaveta, smiling.

Looks like she wants to take Elizaveta up on her offer, flushing slightly. 'Would you mind?' She asks, 'I'm not all that good at girly things in general...'

Grins, nudging her affectionately. 'Ta. You're the best.' Once they're both inside she takes off her shoes, 'Would you rather tea of coffee, Hun?'

Nods, going to put on the coffee machine. 'So what kind of pie is it?'

Takes a step back, avoiding her gaze with a small laugh. 'That would be rather helpful, if you could.'

Nods with her prompting, wondering how she could act less like herself. She tries for a smile, 'I'll try.... How do you take your coffee?'

Makes her coffee for her, placing it with hers on the table. She turns on the heating before bringing Elizaveta plates. 'So... How have you been?'

scratches the side of her head, 'I fell into his bushes drunk one night?' He pulls out a seat for Elizaveta. 'How do you know him?'

smiles, 'He does it often himself, I have heard.' She settles in the chair opposite, adding sugar to her coffee before taking a sip. 'He's very lucky, to know such charming people.'

avoids her gaze, starting on her pie. 'It looks delicious hun, wish I could bake like this.'

shakes her head, 'Nah. It's something in the family. Not being able to bake.'

sighs in relief as the other gets up, relaxing as she delves into her coffee. She looks up, conditioned to respond. 'Yeah?'

*pie.

doesn't quite catch on, humming. 'Ahh, I'm alright. I still have half a cup.' She holds it up, 'Thanks though, hun.'

looks up at the suggestion, cheeks turning a bright red at the mention of a 'boyfriend.' She had been thinking of Francis when she was practicing in the heels. 'You're not busy?' she asks, obviously keen but_

not wanting to be a pest.

her a small grateful smile, 'I'm sure my boyfriend would appreciate the effort.' She looks excited, hands wrapped around her coffee cup. 'You're a real doll, Elizaveta.'

smiles, 'Well then, I'm certain that if you can't help me, no one can.'

looks confused for a moment before letting her mind going to overgear. A name... a name... 'Mary?' she decides on, giving her a smile. 'I'm Mary.'

Flushes, shaking her head. 'Not really! Not when compared to you atleast.' She looks around, 'Would you like some more coffee?' Anything to change the topic.

Nods, pouring herself a coffee for good measure before joining her to finish her own pie. She looks up every so often, 'Do you think he'll really care if I have make-up and heels on?' She was curious. Francis_

Had seemed chuffed with her birthday suit last time but then... He did like to dress up himself.

Takes the time to listen, thinking it a rare insight into the female psyche. She smiles, 'That's one way to look at it...' She does want to make the most of this.

Nods, finishing her pie up as Elizaveta talks. 'Sounds fair enough... It's worth a try? As long as I'm not being a pain in the arse.'

Tilts her head back to look up at her, an eyebrow raised. 'Whats wrong with it?'

Flushes, surprisingly turned on by the idea. She nods a bit, cheeks flushed. 'Sounds good.' He already had an idea of how naughty she was. 'I don't think I have all the stuff you would need though.'

Nods. She had a few things left over from last time, and Francis had things like hair dryers and straighteners. 'It'll probably be easier to take you to my room.'

Leads the way to her own room. The bed has what limited clothing she owns as a girl spread over it, although Francis stuff is tucked away in the chest of drawers she cleared for him. 'That's the extent of my_

Clothes, and the hair junk is in here. She opens a drawer, revealing Francis' stuff.

Opens one of the smaller drawers, revealing a small make-up bag that is entirely concentrated on someone with Francis hair and complexion. It had been a relic of when Francis had changed, and Gregory hadn't_

The heart to get rid of it. He is pretty sure it's all very expensive.

Looks at the clothes before opting for a simple dress that would fall mid thigh on her and show off her legs. 'How about this?'

just picked the most feminine thing there. She flushes when Elizaveta takes her hand, her free hand rubbing her cheek as she tries to hide it. 'I guess, if I'm going to do this... I might as well go all out.'

turns even redder, not at all used to this kind of girl talk. 'Hnnn,' she replies, looking the other way. 'We can go grab afternoon tea, as a way to thank you, afterwards... if you want.' She tries, changing_

the subject.

follows her, cheeks gradually toning down in colour the longer they hold hands. She grabs her wallet and keys as they leave the house, locking the door as they head out. She gives Elizaveta's hand a small_

squeeze, stilling on the doorstep for a moment. 'Thank you.'

sighs, as though she feels a bit better about all of this and lets the other lead her on. 'I'm guessing you'll want a shopping centre? Somewhere with make-up and girly things?'

flushes with the question, looking around for innocent ears before nodding. 'I have a sea through teddy?'

*see

knows Elizaveta enough to know that she's enjoying this a lot. She rubs the back of her head, heading towards a shopping centre she knows has a lingerie shop. 'Not really then... I have a cheap t-shirt bra.'

looks a bit embarrassed, looking around. 'It's only for a while?' she defends, cheeks beetroot all over again.

had only ever bought proper underwear for someone else. She fidgets beside the other, not quite understanding all the different terms apart from plunge. ''l'll take your word for it.'

nods, going towards the middling cup sizes. 'Something around here... the one I'm wearing just now is a C?' She was keeping her voice down, despite it being a lingerie store.

lifts her arms, thinking this is all horrendous. How do ladies do it? She takes a deep breath and nods, 'Alright.' She needs to gain some lady balls. She had fought wars, she could get fitted for a bra.

nods, giving her a smile. 'I shouldn't be too long.' She shuts the curtains and tries it on, poking out her head when she's done.

hums, moving her arms around a bit. 'Admittedly, a lot more comfortable.'

nods, waiting for Elizaveta faithfully. When she returns she takes the two bras with a thank you, 'Which one should I try on first?'

nods, taking the first and trying it on. She lets Elizaveta check, wondering if this is what a woman had to go through every time they bought a bra.

nods, trusting her judgement. She nods with the question, 'Yeah... I mean, he'll probably appreciate that.'

nods, somewhat wide eyed with the insight. She pulls on a top over the bra they've picked so that they can go look at the racier items. She picks out a black bra, with a rich green running through it.

opts for the short styled panties, thinking them more her style. 'We'll get this set then?' she asks, fingers running over the black lace. It looks like she took Eliza's advice.

nods, quickly taking off the bra she had on in the changing room and taking them to the counter. When paid for, she takes them with a thank you and returns to Elizaveta. 'You know, I'm glad I'm doing this with_

you. I feel it would have taken 10 times longer if I had brought my boyfriend along...'

sighs, 'He's the type to try everything in the changing room and then leave with only one item.' Her eyebrow twitches, remembering that particularly painful day. 'I'm pretty sure it was a scarf or something, as

well.' Gregory was the type to judge it by eye and just buy it.

grumbles something under her breath about never having seen that scarf again before she gives Elizaveta her full attention. She smiles, 'Honestly Elizaveta, this is more than I could ask of you. Please don't_

fret on my behalf.' She gives her one of her more charming smiles. 'I would be tits over arse without you.'

*Arse over tit

hums, 'Well then, perhaps we can have another soon...' Before she finds a way to change back. She leads her to boots, a store that has everything from make-up to health suppliments. There are a variety of_

make-up brands confronting them as they enter, a few with their own counters and others simply stands on their own.

nods along, understanding atleast half of it. She has some idea of what she wants, but doesn't know how to word it. 'I guess... do you know that look which is popular just now? The girl's eyes are lighter on_

eyelid and get darker towards your crease line?' She hopes she's explaining it right... 'It's quite a sexy look, right?'

nods. It was one of the make-up styles she had liked to see on women as a man, so she was eager to try it herself. 'She looks at the selection, nodding. 'That looks about right,' she says with a smile.

hums, 'Do you think that would be too much with the eye make-up?' She wants to look classy as well as fuckable, especially if she was going to be teasing Francis for the entirety of the night.

if the woman can read her mind. She smiles, nodding. 'Any other tips?' she asks, adding Elizaveta's suggestions to her basket.

nods, looking at the contents of the basket to check they had everything he thought they needed for make-up. 'Do... do we have that thing that sometimes turns girls orange? I think it's called a base...'

turns red with the comment, nodding softly. She looks through the shelves herself, spotting something that promised a natural look. It was a BB cream intended to even out your natural tone, 'How about that?'_

she asks, pointing it out.

nods, 'I'll see you there then.' She lets Elizaveta go deal with her own products, buying and bagging her own before waiting at the entrance.

hums, 'Maybe a loose up do? The type that can be easily undone?' That's what she personally preferred on a woman.

flushes, clearing her throat. She nods in agreement, 'That was exactly what I was thinking.'

her a smile, 'You're a bad influence.' She looks pleased though, leading them back to her house slightly more upbeat. The task ahead of her seems less daunting now.

doubts she could handle anything more than this, in all honesty. She smiles, 'Thanks... I guess, once you forget that you're wearing them your body adjusts to being off balance?'

laughs, 'That would make Francis head turn, huh?' She continues on for a few steps before the colour drains from her face... she has probably given herself away there.

*Francis'

looks away feeling rather guilty. She wrings her hands. 'I'm sorry...' She looks up, 'It's just... the less people that know the better, right?' She gives her a small smile. 'Now you know though, I should_

probably let you know that I'm kind of using this for revenge?' She grins, 'He likes riling me up, so I thought I would return the favour.'

hums, looking a little relieved to have that off her chest. 'I was never all the good at lying. I guess that makes this all a little easier, huh?'

smiles, pressing up against her briefly affectionately in a pseudo hug. 'Thank you...' She looks genuinely grateful. 'With you, I can definitely pull it off.'

Nods, leading the other up her drive. She opens the door for her, letting her step in first before following. 'Where should we start?'

Nods, although she's not sure what practising entails... 'Sounds good...' She offers to take all the bags, 'Would you like anything before we start? Tea? Any food?'

Shakes her head, 'I'm alright. Just trying to be a good host.' She dumps the bags on the bed, sitting herself on the corner. 'I guess I should go wash my face, huh?'

Kicks off her heels and heads towards the ensuite, cleaning her face. When she returns she looks impressed with the wee work station Elizaveta has going. 'Do you so this often?' She asks, looking over her_

Shoulder.

Sits down, eyeing everything with caution. 'Seriously?' He asks, raising an eyebrow. 'Next you're going to tell me you have pillow fights.'

Looks amused, smiling to herself. 'Sounds like a good night.' She closes her eyes when Hungary comes over with the bb cream, eyebrows furrowed.... How do this work? You usually closed your eyes, right?

Nods, Taking in a deep breath before relaxing. The kiss had helped calm her down. 'Thanks poppet.'

Turns to look in the mirror. 'Looks good,' she hums, fingers running over her still visible freckles. 'My skin feels a little softer too.'

Grins, 'I can see why you might use it.' Gregory would stick to soap though, when he once became a man again. 'So you just spread it on?' She asks, wanting to make sure.

Nods, helping her where she can. 'I guess it starts getting more complicated from here?'

Nods, shifting to get more comfortable before the other starts. 'I imagine it will be worth it though?'

Smiles, 'Alright.' She would need to get Elizaveta something to thank her. She relaxes so that the other can start.

Patiently waits until Elizaveta is done, only twitching every so often with a smile. It was slightly ticklish.

Nods, giving her a bright smile. 'Yeah, a little. Better than it feeling uncomfortable though.' She doesn't know if the other is done yet, waiting to be prompted to look in the mirror. 'The eyelash curlers_

Hurt though.'

Nods, turning to look in the mirror. She looks rather taken aback at first, trying to be objective as she looks at herself from this angle and that before grinning. 'Bloody hell.' Apparently she's pleased.

Shakes her head, smiling. 'It looks good...' She watches as the other smudges her lipstick... 'I think I've had this trick used on me before...' She turns to face her, 'what else should I do?'

Nods, hopping up to get dressed. She seems to be enjoying this more and more. 'I did. But we both had fun so... No harm no foul.'

Flushes with the pinch, a hand coming to cover the area. 'Alright,' she hums, taking the bags with her into the ensuite. She returns fully dressed after a few minutes of struggling with the clasps on her bra_

The zipper on her dress:

Can't help but smile with the sweet peck, smiling. 'I with I could return the favour somehow...' She tugs on the hem of her dress.

((went for the dress Scarlett Johansen wears in Iron Man 2. ))

Furrows her brow at the smack, pouting. She nods with the advice though, trying to look studious. 'Alright... Perhaps I will need to practice a bit more.'

Nods, 'That's true... You know Francis pretty well, huh?' Scotland settles again to get her hair done, knowing it was the last step before the real practice started.

Hums, 'I kinda feel for Ludwig. He must not has much of a chance against you once you have your mind set.'

Hums, 'Francis has all the power in our relationship in that respect,' she huffs, moving for Elizaveta when prompted.

Looks over to Elizaveta when she's done, raising an eyebrow. 'Are you happy?' She asks, knowing she we pleased with it.

Finally looks in the mirror at the completed transformation, checking out her arse as well. 'I don't look half bad, huh?'

Smiles, 'It's all thanks to you.' She moves to face her again, 'So, you mentioned tips...'

Nods, although she does look a bit uncertain. 'Is this something woman practice a lot?'

Women*

Nods, 'I guess that's true.' She smiles, 'I guess we should get started then, I have a lot of time to make up for.'

Really struggles to get it right, although it's obvious that she's try long hard to get it right.... She rubs the back of her neck, 'Sorry...' She might need some hands on help... It had helped with dancing.