Your sister is eager to get to work on you. She picks up some kind of cream and starts smearing your face in.
"What's that," you ask.
"It's lotion. It's to moisterize your face before we apply the actual makeup." She smiles. "You're moving too much. I'm going to need you to keep still bro."
You aren't too used to having your face touched like this, so you naturally squirm a little in your seat "I'll try to not move too much," you say.
"Good girl." Your sister giggles
Next up, she puts a cream on your face. She places some dots, a few on your nose, cheeks, and forehead.
"What's this?" you ask.
"It's primer," she says. She picks up a brush and starts spreading it across your face. "It's going to help the makeup stay in place, and just smoothen out your complexion." She smiles. "Hihi. Are you interested in makeup? Do you want me you teach you how to be a girl?"
"No, um I'm still really a guy inside," you protest.
"You don't look like one to me." Your sister giggles. "Boys don't have these." She grabs your tit and squeeze it.
"Stop it!" you protest and swat her hand away.
Your sister laughs in response. She picks up another makeup product. Then, she turns to your girlfriend and asks for some assistance.
The two girls then do your makeup. It's a longer process than you expected. There are so many layers, and you do find it a bit tiring having to sit still. You're still young enough where you feel the childish urge to just move your body around and be active in regular intervals.
"You think she's ready?" your sister asks your girlfriend.
Your girlfriend nods. "I think so. She's really pretty."
"Are you done?" you ask. You're happy it's finally over, but you have to admit you're a little excited to see the final product. The two girls were standing in front of the mirror, so you couldn't see yourself. "I want to see myself, but I can't see the mirror."
The two girls step graciously aside, and then you get to see the new you. "Wow," you mouth. It's like a whole different person. She's so pretty. You're so pretty.
You expected to see your face, just with color on top, but it has a completely different feel. It looks like it shaped different too, even if you know it's just makeup. Before, you had a roundish childish face, but now, you looked more, how should you put it? Womanly? Sexy?
"What do you think?" your sister asks you.
"I really like it," you blurt out instantly. You keep staring at yourself, all the insecurites you usually felt while wearing this skin are not here.
Your girlfriend turns to your sister, "The makeover isn't over! We need to dress her up aswell!"
The two girls rush to your sister's closet while you're distracted. "She totally needs to wear a push-up bra," your girlfriend suggests.
Your sister returns to you. She's holding a bra in front of her chest. "Look how big it would be on me," she says. You look at her, and see how oversized the cups would be for her small brown chest. "This normally fits me. It can't fit me now, but I think it's going to be perfect on you!"
She tugs your arm, and you follow, standing up from the chair. She straps the bra around you, and meanwhile you hear something from below, "Lift your feet," your girlfriend says. You do, one at a time, and you feel underwear being slid up your legs.
As your sister fits the bra to you, it feels a bit constricting as you feel your boobs being pressed upwards.
"Look in the mirror," your girlfriend says.
You do, and again you're wowed. You look seriously busty, with there being a big outwards curve at your chest, and you have some deep serious cleveage. With both the makeup and your natural curves getting a bit of a boost from the underwear, the girl in the mirror doesn't feel just thirteen. She looks very sexually mature, and you feel a bit indecent looking like this, a voice telling you that girls should be more modest, yet it just feels so good looking like this. You feel yourself getting a bit warm, not too disimilar of a feeling from when your girlfriend licked, um, down there.
"All the boys would be drooling if they saw you like this," Your girlfriend says.
"They would?" you say, but would you want that?
"Oh, they would," you sister added. "Not just the boys. The girls would find you super sexy too." She has a naughty smile.
You blush. All that attention. Would it really be that bad?
"Photos!" your girlfriend blurted out We need to do a photoshoot! Wait just a second. I have my phone like right here." She picked up her phone, and then she pointed it towards you. "Are you ready?" she asks.
"What am I supposed to do?" you ask. You suddenly find your body stiffen, not sure if you're supposed to pose, or?
"Just do whatever," your girlfriend says. "I'll take loads of photos. Just do whatever."
"Mm. Okay," you say. You try shifting your body a little bit, imitating what little you've seen of fashion models pose. Your girlfriend keep taking pictures.
"Nice!" Your girlfriend smiles. "Now we just need some duo pics. Let's get the siblings together." She ushered for your sister to move to you.
You pose next to your sister for a few pictures.
"You need to be closer. What if you hug?" your girlfriend suggests.
Your sister hugs you. You're wearing underwear, but the brown girl that's your sister is still completely naked, and now your bodies are pressed together. Your boobies are pressed together with hers. You can smell her, her natural scent. Like she doesn't smell "related" like a sister. She smells nice.
"Good! Great!" your girlfriend cheers. "Now kiss!"
You're about to protest, but you're silenced by your sister's lips. It's not just a peck, but a proper kiss. You're completely frozen until the kiss is released, and even after, you still need to gather your bearings.
You see your sister giggling. You then turn to your girlfriend. She's showing the photo she just took, of a white and brown girl kissing. You see your shocked expression, and also, you spot your sister's hand slipping under your bra. In the moment you hadn't even noticed that.
"Didn't the pic turn out great?" Your girlfriend grins.
You're not sure quite what you should respond, so you just remain silent, but then you realize something completely different.
"My makeup!" you blurt out. "Won't it get ruined by this?" You look in the mirror to see if the hug has smeared it in any way, or if the kiss has affected your lipstick, but you can't notice your look being different.
"It's fine," your sister says. "Like, I didn't expect you to be super careful, so I made sure it wouldn't run that easily."
"That's good," you say, but then you blush realizing how you just showed how much you've actually started to care about your makeup.
You look to your girlfriend. She's sctolling through all the pictures she took of you.