Under the running water Matt further explored his new female body. He located his vagina and dipped his painted finger inside, up to the second knuckle. Fearful that he might scratch himself he withdrew and located what he assumed to be his clitoris. It was very sensitive but seemed smaller than he expected, smaller than his nipples. Perhaps he wasn't turned on. Did a clitoris grow when turned on like a penis? Matt didn't know. It was very tempting to continue touching himself but he was aware of the fact that he was expected at dinner. Further self exploration would have to wait.
Deciding that since he had wet his hair he may as well use the shampoo he found in the shower. He carefully followed the directions on the bottle and lathered his hair. It certainly took a lot more shampoo than he was used to. Then after rinsing, used the matching bottle of conditioner. Aware of how long he had taken he did a final rinse and turned off the taps.
After drying his body Matt put on a satin bathrobe that had been hanging on a wall hook. He was not put off that it was pink with a floral pattern on it. Any male pride he had left had long ago evaporated. He was an agent on a mission and if that mission involved impersonating a blonde bombshell then that was what he would have to do. Mind you he was very nervous about the idea of dressing for dinner. He hoped that like walking in heels he had somehow acquired other necessary skills of womanhood.
He then searched for a hair dryer but was unable to locate one in the bathroom. He vaguely remembered seeing a collection of appliances in the closet. So left the bathroom to head there.
Matt pulled up quickly when he came face to face with Penelope as he re-entered the bedroom. He was about to demand 'What are you doing here?' Then thought better of it. Maybe this was normal? Cheryl had said that Penelope was Amelia's personal maid.
Before Matt could say anything, Penelope said "Senorita! Why did you wash you hair again? We will be late!"
She sounded alarmed. Matt had to think up an excuse "....The jail was such a disgusting place. I felt dirty. Pedro told me to have a long shower so I did. Do I really have to justify myself to a maid?" Matt immediately regretted that he had spoken so sharply, even if it was with a very feminine voice. Penelope looked crestfallen.
She didn't look Matt in the eye "Of course Senorita. I have your gown ready. Perhaps you could take a seat and I will work on your hair"
Matt felt guilty for his bitchy outburst. Where did that come from? Was it a mannerism of Amelia's that he had picked up thanks to the medallion? Had he acquired some of her personality? It was not a comment that Matt had ever imagined himself making. But then again Matt had never imagined having a personal maid.
Matt took the seat in front of the large dressing table mirror. He now realised what Penelope must have been doing while he was in the shower. The dress he was to wear was hanging by the dressing table. Alongside it was some lingerie and a pair of ridiculously high heels.
On the dressing table was a collection of cosmetics, apparently in preparation to be applied to Matt's face.
"I am sorry I question you Senorita. Si you will permit me do your makeup? I will show you what I learned in Cosmetology school" Before Matt could answer Penelope had started towelling Matt's hair.
Matt jumped at Penelope's suggestion "I'm sorry I snapped. I should not have washed my hair. I will allow you to do my makeup" His worries about ending up with a clown face faded.
"Oh! Gracious Senorita! I will not let you down!" Penelope actually sounded quite excited.
Matt just sat there as Penelope went to work. In minutes Matt's hair was dried and styled. The process was a lot more complicated than Matt had expected, using multiple appliances, some sort of cream and at least three different brushes, however there was no arguing with the results. Penelope certainly knew what she was doing.
Then Penelope began to work on Matt's face. She worked rapidly and used all the potions on the dressing table. Matt watched in fascination as his face was flawlessly made up. Several times Penelope had asked "Que color prefer?" Once for eye shadow and once for lipstick. Both times Matt took the easy way out and told her "Your choice I trust you"
With the face finished it was time to get dressed. As Penelope made no move to leave the room, Matt had to assume that as Amelia's personal maid she would help Amelia dress. He had to guess that Penelope had seen Amelia naked. He stood up and picked up the lingerie that was on the edge of the dressing table. It consisted of a matching lace bra and pantie set, apparently brand new - at least they were very neatly folded.
Matt picked up the panties and stepped into them modestly turning his back to Penelope. Then he took off the robe he had been wearing. Momentarily he was anxious that Penelope would recognise he was not very expert at putting a bra on. However as soon as he had located the arm holes and inserted his hands he found Penelope doing up the clips at the back and adjusting the straps.
She was also thankfully there to do up the buttons on the back of the dress once Matt had stepped into it, and smooth it over Matt's wide hips. "Te ves magnifica" Penelope said slipping into Spanish. Matt did not understand but it sounded like a compliment.
He looked at his reflection. Amelia was a good looking woman and Penelope had somehow been able to make her stunningly beautiful. It had been a good choice to leave the grooming to the Mexican maid. It was very hard to believe the reflection was Matt's.