Room 139--05

The sun was streaming underneath the thick motel room curtains when I opened my eyes. I was still on top of the bedspread. When I rolled out of bed, I discovered I had a mild hangover.

A voice came from the half-light. It was Kelly. She had a long t-shirt on and was quietly clearing away the remnants of last night's poker game.

"How do you feel?"

"Okay" I said. "How 'bout you?"

"Little touch of a hangover, but I'll be okay." She paused. "You need to use the bathroom?"

Being semi-comatose, I didn't understand. Her eyes indicated a region lower down. Embarrassed, I instinctively covered myself. "Sorry."

I stumbled into the bathroom.

When I exited, Kelly was perched on the counter by the sink.

"So. How do you like being shaved?"

I fought the urge to get dressed as I answered. "I like it."

"It looks good" she said. "That girl in the dorm did a great job."

"You mean Christa?"

"Yeah."

Kelly took another look at Christa's work.

"Hey—Wendy wanted me to do your nails. Want to get started?"

"Sure." I said.

"Let's go in there" said Kelly, motioning to the bathroom. "Have a seat and I'll start on your toes."

She left briefly and returned with another bag and a small stool.

"What color do you like? I've got lots of reds and pinks. I think this one would look really good on you."

She handed me a bottle called Pink Frost.

I found the shade appealing. "I like it."

"Okay" said Kelly. "Put your foot in my lap."

She filed and buffed and deftly covered my toenails with what looked like a seamless coat of pink. I was delighted.

"Wait here. They'll need like five minutes to dry. Okay?"

I waited.

Not long after, Michelle appeared in the doorway. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" She was clearly amused by the sight of me on the toilet with freshly-painted toes separated by cotton balls.

Kelly appeared behind her. "What do you think?"

"Not bad" said Michelle. "Not bad at all. The nails looks pretty good, too."

Kelly admonished her. "Michelle!"

Laughing, Michelle asked "Could you guys give me a minute?"

I looked at Kelly. "Sure" she said. Looking at me, she added "Just stand up really carefully."

Michelle went in and sat down. She reached out and pinched me.

By the time I turned around, the door had closed. "Hey!" I cried. There was laughter from the bathroom.

"Looks like you really wore Wendy out" said Kelly. "You two were so beautiful together."

I had forgotten about seeing Kelly on the bed last night.

I looked at my toenails and laughed. "Life has definitely changed since I met her."

The sound of the toilet flushing meant the bathroom was free. Michelle's t-shirt hadn't completely fallen back over her when she stood up, revealing she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Kelly reached over and pulled it down.

"You were peeking out."

A look of embarrassment crossed Michelle's face. "Guess I didn't do enough of that last night" she said and laughed.

"I was going to run out and get some coffee and doughnuts. You guys want some?"

"Yes!" we answered. "My keys are in my purse" said Kelly.

Kelly turned to me.

"Let me see your fingernails. Maybe we can get them done by the time Michelle comes back."

I again took my seat on the toilet. I had let my nails grow for several weeks, and they were long.

She began filing and shaping, using something I didn't recognize on the cuticles.

Within minutes, we were interrupted again. Wendy appeared at the entrance of the bathroom. She had a t-shirt on which didn't quite cover her.

"Can I kick you guys out for a minute?"

"Can't you just pee in front of us?" said Kelly in mock exasperation.

Wendy was flummoxed.

"Kidding!" said Kelly. "Go ahead."

When Wendy emerged, she saw my nails.

"Oh my god—you did his toenails already?"

"Yeah—I think they turned out really good. What do you think?"

"I love 'em!" said Wendy. "They're perfect!"

Kelly was pleased.

"Where's Michelle?"

"Out to get some coffee and doughnuts" said Kelly. "She should be back in a minute."

Kelly resumed working on my nails while Wendy rummaged around the room.

Michelle returned with breakfast.

"Can you bring two of those back here?" cried Kelly.

Michelle appeared with two coffees and two doughnuts. "There's sugar and creamer if you want."

Looking at me, she said "Aren't you cold?"

I had been too distracted to think of it before. But now that I did, I realized I was.

"I'll get you something" said Michelle. "Which suitcase is yours?"

"This one" said Wendy from in front. Michelle left to join her. Soon there were whispers and barely-suppressed giggles.

Michelle turned with a pair of pink panties and a purple sweater. She smiled. "We knew you'd want something that matched your nails" and tossed them to me.

"Ha ha" I said. "Thanks Michelle."

Kelly paused while I got dressed. I could hear laughter.

She applied the same seamless coat of polish she had to my toenails. I couldn't stop looking at them.

"You like them?"

"Yes!" I said.

Kelly was delighted. "Stay here. I'll get Wendy."

Wendy was thrilled. "You're an artist, Kelly!" She kissed her on the cheek.

With my nails out of the way, the remainder of day was free. We convened on the beds and decided what to do.

"I want to make sure our maid is all set" said Wendy, looking at me.

Kelly and Michelle eagerly agreed.

"Stand up, Missy. We're going to doll you up!"

Wendy had me undress, and returned with a black bra and panties. They fit perfectly, and felt very expensive. Next was a garter belt, edged in the same lace as the bra. It also fit perfectly.

I loved them. "Where'd you get these?" I asked.

"Never mind" said Wendy, smiling.

Next Wendy unfurled two sheer, silky stockings.

Kelly and Michelle whistled as I sat on the bed and began to pull them on, one leg at a time. One of them began humming 'The Stripper'. There was more laughter.

I stood up so Wendy could straighten the seams and attach the garters.

"Where are his heels?"

"Right here" said Michelle, handing them to her.

I put them on. I had never felt so sexy.

"Why didn't I bring my camera?" lamented Michelle.

"I've got you covered" said Wendy, pulling out hers.

I protested. "Wendy!"

"Our eyes only. Promise."

I looked at her.

"Missy, Completely and totally. I swear."

I relented.

Michelle and Kelly joined in, and we had snapped off a dozen pictures before we knew it.

After putting her camera away, Wendy retrieved a box and pulled out my costume.

It was gorgeous. Short-sleeved with a corset-like bodice and a short, ruffled skirt and white petticoat. There was a small, lacy white apron and a choker. And of course, the white ruffled panties. It was topped off by a black, tiara-like headpiece edged in white lace.

Wendy's eyes were aglow. To be honest, so were mine.

The three of them helped me into it and buttoned me up. Wendy handed me the panties, Kelly tied the apron, and Michelle fastened the choker around my neck.

Wendy retrieved some earrings, and carefully slipped them through my ears. It was a strange sensation. They chimed softly. The three of them stepped back to admire their work.

"Wait!" said Kelly as she rushed to her bag and pulled out a lipstick.

What do you think of this?" she asked.

"Yes!" I said.

Kelly applied a nice, thick coat.

"Oh my god" she said.

Michelle was nearly speechless. "I don't believe this!"

Wendy was beside herself. She came up to me and gave me a deep, lingering kiss. "God I love you." We began kissing again, until Michelle and Kelly threatened to join us.

"Okay. Let's try some more pictures" said Wendy as she smoothed her t-shirt.

"Wait! The wig!"

We all laughed.

Michelle came rushing back, and placed it on my head. The luxuriant red hair fell about half-way down my back. She then positioned the headpiece, tilting it just so. She fluffed my bangs.

"I swear! You should've been born a red head!" she whispered. She gave me an impulsive kiss and returned to where Wendy was setting-up her camera.

This photo session lasted forty-five minutes. When it was finally over, I had to pee.

My roommates advised me to do so sitting down, assuring me it would be easier. But by the time I had lowered two pairs of underwear and gathered up a petticoat and a skirt, I was fortunate they were still dry.