Literature
Dollface (Stepford TG)
Shea Tucker’s groggy yawn rang out across the empty kitchen in the small vacation home she shared with her girlfriend, Amy. The quaint cabin that the two had spent the last couple days in on a small island off the coast of Maine offered a suburban charm that their residence in downtown New York City rarely provided. Amy stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, her mousy brown hair hanging in loose strands across her shoulders, half-tucked into an oversized t-shirt that covered her more shapely figure. As she entered, Shea pushed her own mangled black mane out of her eyes and gave her girlfriend a still half-asleep smile. “Morning, baby”, she attempted to say sweetly before her voice cracked with morning fatigue. “Good morning!” Amy smiled back, ever-so-slightly more enthusiastically. “Are you still up to head to that small shopping center a few miles down the coast?” “In the next city over?” Shea asked, grabbing her phone off the table and tapping in the name of the town. “Pleasant Grove Center in Bayville?” “That’s the one.” Amy replied, setting a mug down in front of Shea. Shea sighed. “Honestly, love, I’m gassed from yesterday. My seasickness on the ferry really took it out of me. But you should still go if you want.” Amy frowned, but her disappointed response carried an air of understanding. “I getcha. I kinda want to get out of the house again today. Maybe I run down, check out a boutique or two, and grab us a coffee and some brunch on the way back?” “Sure! My empty stomach would definitely appreciate that”, Shea chuckled. —— A couple hours later, Amy returned, two coffees and a bag of pancakes and scrambled eggs in hand, along with a couple small plastic baggies. “Hey love!” She sang out, plopping the bags on the counter. Shea stumbled in from the next room over. “Hey. Whatcha got?” “Well, unfortunately most of the shops were actually closed! Apparently this is a place that really honors the whole ‘no work on Sunday’ dealeo from the Bible. Still though, there was a cute breakfast spot, and in front of it..” Amy picked up one of the small plastic baggies. “This totally done-up girl was advertising her makeup line! Her lipstick was super pretty so I decided to buy some!” Shea grabbed the bag and peered inside. “Done-up?” “Yeah! She had this wild retro aesthetic going on. Had the poofy skirt and bouffant and everything.” Shea reached into the bag and pulled the slim pink container out. It was a lipstick tube, bright pink with black lettering on the side. “Dollface Cosmetics, huh?” she muttered, turning the tube over in her hand. Before she had time to finish examining it, Amy snatched it out of her hand and applied it. “Hey—oh… wow baby, that looks fantastic on you.” Shea stammered, looking at her girlfriend’s cherry-red lips. They popped so well against the rest of her plain face, that one might even suspect they’d grown a bit. “Aww, you think so?” Amy replied enthusiastically. “Well if you like it that much, I’m glad I have it, even if it’s not really my style.” Shea nodded. “Yeah it’s… it’s something.” Amy grabbed Shea and pulled her close, giving her a peck on the lips. Her face smelt of something sweet… pie…? “I’ll wear it tomorrow, then!” Amy smiled, cradling Shea in her arms. ——— The next day, Shea rolled out of bed to the smell of something cooking downstairs. She looked to the side, surprised to see an empty bed instead of Amy. A bed that, even though it had been left with someone sleeping, was tidy and immaculately made. She hopped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Instead of a plain, empty vanity area with a couple grocery bags full of shampoo and washclothes, a massive beauty mirror lined with bulbs sat adjacent to the toilet and opposite the tub, myriad beauty supples spread across its counter. Shea walked up and started rifling through the various bottles. Primer? Toner? 3 different shades of foundation? Why did she bring her entire makeup shelf on vacation?And why were they all the same brand? Why were they all…? “Dollface Cosmetics…” Shea muttered. Shea shook her head and put the tube down. Nothing to do but ask Amy what was going on herself, she resolved. After slumping down the stairs, Shea looked up and scanned the kitchen. On the stove sat a griddle and a cast-iron, one with bacon, the other with pancakes. On the table sat a bowl of oatmeal and a glass of orange juice, both flanking a cinnamon roll. And at the countertop, bright, blue eyes surrounded by luscious lashes and dark mascara in front of a silky brown bob fluttered in excitement as their owner, decadently made up with a pale foundation, blush, and bright, red, eternally smiling lips, stood Amy. The many petticoats of her baby-blue, black polka-dotted belted dress fluttered around her like a breaking wave as she glided on black, four-inch mary-jane pumps, pearls on her neck jostling slightly as she settled into the surprised but outstretched arms of her stunned girlfriend. “Oh, Shea, darling, I was missing you ever so much!” Amy cried, a transatlantic tinge to her melodic voice. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to not be such a sleepyhead?” She scolded. Shea, utterly speechless, tried to croak out a response. “…Amy…? Why are you…!” “Well, baby, I realized that it just wasn’t right, how sloppy I was and all. How am I ever supposed to be a good wife to you if I can’t even put a little effort into myself?” “But Amy you… all of this? Is it necessary?” “Well of course it is, darling!” Amy laughed as she pushed herself closer, reaching for one of Shea’s breasts with her right hand and grabbing it firmly. “I think you’ll realize that soon enough.” “Realize what?? Is this all because of the stupid cosmetics girl from yesterday?!” “Indeed it is baby! And I’ve never felt prettier! I got another delivery from her last night after she heard how much you loved the lipstick. She even put it all on my face for me!” “Honey… this isn’t right… it’s not real!” “Oh, believe me darling, yes it is! And how wonderful it is too. See, you’re already following in my footsteps!” Amy smiled, forcing Shea’s body onto the wall as she continued to grope, her other arm caressing Shea’s newly red lips. Shea reached up, feeling the new sensation. “But I didn’t…” “But you did! You sure let me plant a wet one on ya before mine finished drying!” Amy teased, bopping Shea on the nose. Shea started breathing heavily, her thoughts racing. She hated to admit it, but Amy looked absolutely, positively scrumptious. Her milky breasts, nearly spilling out of her dress’ sweetheart neckline were cinched so beautifully above her blooming waist. Her lips, bright and shining, her eyes, sparkling and inviting. And her hair… golly that little flip she has going on is simply die for! Wait- “No… this isn’t… right…” Shea stammered out “What isn’t right, baby?” Amy cooed. “It’s not right… that…” Shea’s made-up face scrunched as she tried to fight the next words that would come out of her mouth. “Yes…?” Amy gazed up at her changing girlfriend. Shea’s eyes snapped open, bright blue and sparkling “Why, it’s simply not right that I’ve been such a sourpuss!” Shea exclaimed, planting her hands on her rapidly cinching waist as a white belt formed underneath her hands. Her shirtdress morphed into a long, tight white girdle that ended up top in a large bullet bra, swelled to the brim by her rapidly enlarging tits. White stockings bolted themselves to her legs and swam down, ending in ruby-red heels identical to Amy’s. Her black hair instantly smoothed itself and rolled into a tight beehive over the top of her already makeup-doused face, her painted lips reflecting the kitchen’s lights. A string of pearls closed themselves over her neck, just as a white dress with small cherries dotted acroes it fluttered around her figure and filled with petticoats. “Well aren’t you just the sweetest!” Any exclaimed, devouring Shea’s new appearance. Shea chuckled bashfully. “Oh, anything for you, baby. I just love dolling myself up for your pleasure ever so much…! Please forgive my earlier attitude.” Amy pulled close, her dress cascading into Shea’s. “A proper housewife knows which meal comes first when she’s slighted her partner, doesn’t she?” Amy whispered slyly. “Yes, ma’am, Sally is a proper housewife!” Shea, now Sally repeated dutifully as her lips embraced her partner’s.