"Well..." Kelly mused in her high pitched voice. "I want to know more about my body... things I should know about it, things I should do to take care of it. Stuff like that."
"Okay." Louis stood there thinking for a moment, before pulling up a chair. "Sit down."
So Kelly did, practically falling back into the chair as was her usual habit, stretching her legs out afterwards.
"No, no, no." Louis said, shaking her head and whisking him out of the chair again. "Sit down slowly, with grace and elegance, if you're wearing a skirt you will need to make sure it doesn't get caught behind you. Then cross your legs over each other - especially if you're wearing a skirt."
"A skirt?" Kelly thought out loud as she sat down again, this time appearing very feminine as she did so. "I hadn't thought about that."
"You'll be wearing lots of new things now, Kelly. Skirts, bras, bikinis, stockings, low cut singlets. I'll give you a test. When you wake up in the morning, what will you do to get ready?"
"Uh, have a shower, get dressed, brush my teeth?" Kelly guessed, knowing she was wrong.
"Close, but you left out a few things. Getting dressed is going to be very different for you now, making sure that everything looks good on you. You've also got to do your hair, and your make-up, then you'll check yourself in the mirror to make sure you look your best. Do you want me to continue?"
"I'm good thanks." Kelly stammered, suddenly afraid of what tomorrow morning would have ins tore for her. "Do I really need to worry about that stuff? Like make-up, I mean, and high heels."
Louis smiled and knelt in front of her, putting a hand on her knee. "Oh darling, girls can't live without them! Tomorrow morning you'll see just how much of a difference it will make to how you look. You'll feel very different, trust me."
"How so?" Kelly asked, her apprehension growing.
"It'll make you feel... feminine. And confident. If a girl knows she looks good she can have all the confidence in the world."
Kelly squirmed, thinking of all the guys out there who would have their eyes glued to her. She knew some would be sly about it, but not all of them. Then there were the bolder ones... the whistlers, the hooters, the guys who tap your ass as you walk by. He mentioned his discomfort, but Louis only laughed.
"Kelly, trust me, with a body like yours they will be looking at you anyway. You never know, you might come to like the attention." She suggested with a shrug. "View it this way: just think of all the control you can have over those men just because you are a woman, just because you look good. With the right attitude, you could make them bend over backwards for you."
Kelly shook her head. This was going to be a strange, strange week.