After the two of us consumed the pizza we remained in the kitchen and talked, and after a bit we decided to move into the living room, with our bottle of wine, where we sat down together on the couch.
I was definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, which was strange to me, as it did not seem like I was holding my liquor well, so to speak.
“I’m feeling a little lightheaded from the wine,” I said, “I wonder why. I’ve not had that much.”
“What do you mean? You’ve had the equivalent of a couple of glasses. What do you expect?” she said.
Then it hit me, I was now much smaller and more petite and lacked the body mass than I normally carried. Of course, I was feeling it!
“Whew, how are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m alright, a little buzzed but fine.”
The alcohol was working on me, because sitting there looking at her I noticed how pretty she was with her long dark hair and eyes and how full her lips were, and with the lipstick she was wearing they were especially pronounced. It also appeared that she probably had a nice rack beneath the top but I tried not to be too obvious as I gawked at her, but then again she was hard not to look at.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
Nodding I asked, “Sure, why?”
“It seemed like you were staring at me.”
Thinking fast, and I don’t know how I came up with it so quickly I said, “Oh no, it’s just, I love that shade of lipstick that you’re wearing. It’s really nice.”
Smiling she said, “Thank you, I ordered it online, it’s the greatest shade of pink isn’t it?”
I nodded and said, “Yes, it’s great.”
“Hold on a sec,” she said as she went into the kitchen, quickly returning with her purse which she sat down on the coffee table. She then dug through her handbag and produced a tube of lipstick.
“Here, try some,” she said as she offered me the lipstick.
What have I gotten myself into now? It was bad enough being turned into a girl but it’s looking like this is going to be a full-fledged lifestyle change.
“Oh no, I couldn’t.”
“Girl, you don’t think I’ve got cooties, do you?”
“Annabelle, I don’t think that at all.”
Slipping off her shoes she got on her knees and nudged up next to me on the couch and said, “Turn toward me.”
Complying with her request she took her lipstick and prepared to start applying it to me but then said, “This isn’t going to work. I need you straight on, turn toward me.”
Turning to my left I moved into a cross legged position and was now facing her.
“Much better,” she said, “Now, slightly part your lips.”
I opened up my lips and she began to apply the lipstick slowly. It must have taken about twenty seconds or so but next thing I knew she said, “Voila, you look wonderful.”
She then took a small mirror out of her purse and handed it to me so I could see my new application of lipstick.
Looking at myself I said, “It looks great, thank you.”
Still sitting there together on the couch facing one another Annabelle just looked at me, and I her, and after a few moments of silence she took her right hand and brushed it down the side of my face and said, “You know Dana, you are so pretty.”
Was she coming onto me?
Smiling I said, “Thank you, I was just thinking the same about you.”
“You were?”
“Mm hmmm,” I noticed that this afternoon when I met you.
“At the restaurant with my hair up you thought that?”
I nodded and said, “I did, and you have the fullest, most beautiful lips, if you don’t mind me saying so.”
Laughing and throwing her hair back with her hand she said, “No, I don’t mind you saying that at all.”
We sat there in awkward silence for a moment when she asked, “Does it sound like our conversation is getting a little lesbian?”
At that point I had to choose what I was going to say carefully, because if I played my cards right, I might be getting laid. Now, I didn’t have the basic equipment I’d always had but was prepared to give it a whirl with what I did have.
Laughing I said, “I don’t think so, we’re just two friends spending time together, and there’s nothing wrong with that is there?” and I then took a bit of her hair between my fingers and said, “You’ve got the most beautiful dark hair,” and then released it.
Still sitting very close together on the couch facing one another she asked, “I know we just met today, and this might seem like a personal question, so you don’t have to answer if you don’t want, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I know being in the Army you’ve probably lived a lot more than me and had more real life experiences.”
Rolling my eyes up and the ceiling and then back down I said, “I could see why you would say that.”
“Well, Dana, during that time I know you were probably in a lot of unique situations, like I said, way more than me living here in Four Points.”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever, or should I ask, thought about being with a girl?”
At that point I think my panties were probably pretty wet if not soaked. I’d been excited enough from just sitting there on the couch with her, but when she asked that question, I just knew I was getting ready to go muff diving.
Looking into her big dark beautiful eyes I asked, “How about you Annabelle, you answer first.”
Laughing slightly, she said, “I guess I’m what you might call curious, if that makes any sense?”
I nodded and she then said, “Okay, now you.”
“I think curious is an accurate word for me too.”
“I wouldn’t want to be with just any girl, she’d have to be pretty, someone I was attracted to, if you know what
