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Post by kiddie on Oct 6, 2012 21:31:13 GMT
How hard could it be? Girls plucked their eyebrows all the time, right? Artisan looked to Heinz for support, but found the monkey cowering at the sight of the tweezers and eyebrow pencil. Hesitantly, Artisan settled into the chair, crossed his arms stubbornly, and prayed it'd be over fast. “Fine. But you better make me damn sexy,” warned Artisan, “If I have to be a girl, I want to be hot.”
Double pay seemed a sweet enough deal for one night wearing a dress and some lipstick. Thank goodness Airi wouldn't know how he'd get his hands on so much money...He'd probably tell them he restored a vintage car for a wealthy family in the city, maybe offered to fix the rides at a theme park.
“Is that why you told me to make a kimono to fit me?” Artisan asked, “You knew this all along!” Heinz hopped into his master's lap, curling up and watching the duo curiously. Subconsciously, Artisan gave his pet's ears an affectionate rub. At least now Artisan would have something to squeeze, should the process hurt to much.
“Alright. Let's just get this over with,” Artisan grumbled, “Do your worst.”
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 6, 2012 21:42:06 GMT
"Alright, hold still... I can't promise it won't hurt, but it'll hurt a whole lot more if you try and move away." Leaning over Artisan, tweezers in hand, she eyed his eyebrows for a moment, trying to get an idea of their basic shape, before setting to work on them. Starting at the middle, she removed all traces of a unibrow, before beginning to shape his eyebrows into elegant arches, not making them too particularly thin, for his sake.
After around fifteen minutes, she leant back, admiring her handiwork. She'd need to fill them in with eyebrow pencil lightly for the full effect, but they looked rather nice, honestly. Moving over to the box, she pulled out a box of wax stripes, removing a few and holding them close to the lamp to warm them up.
"Alright, can you take off your shirt and roll up your trousers? I'll only wax your calves, since that'll be all that people can see with the original kimono... before I decided to shorten it." She chuckled lightly, satisfied with how warm the wax strips had gotten, before turning towards Artisan with an expectant gaze. [/size]
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Post by kiddie on Oct 6, 2012 22:09:56 GMT
“That wasn't too bad,” Artisan admitted. Both eyes were watery from the sharp pinches near his forehead and although he had said “ow” for every hair plucked, it wasn't nearly as bad as he expected. Sighing in relief, Artisan reclined in the chair and shrugged off his shirt. For wearing baggy clothing all the time, Artisan was pretty...muscled underneath. Toting of fifty pound slabs of metal had done a favor for his biceps and that somehow, the constant slaving over hot metals earned him a nice set of abs.
“Don't you dare or I'll ask one of those fancy ladies where the nearest urinal is,” said Artisan. Artisan bent over and rolled up his pants a little above the knee, not expecting any more pain than the eybrows had been. At least with wax it'd be done in one go, right? It wouldn't hurt that much!
“Is that alright?” he asked, sitting back up. With a yawn he stretched his shoulders, swinging them as he did so. “Whenever you're ready.”
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 6, 2012 23:01:15 GMT
Deciding to start on the legs, she first smoothed a strip down the front of his left calf, rubbing it to make sure that it was definitely stuck down properly, before looking up at Artisan with what could only be described as an evil smile.
"You're a brave, brave man, Artie." She giggled, before ripping off the strip with much gusto, the hairs on the front of his leg all coming with it. Suppressing the urge to giggle, she sat back to enjoy his reaction for a little while, whilst warming the rest of the strips, thinking to herself how fun this was.
Half an hour later, Artisan's arms and calves were smooth as could be, Lambda disposing of the used wax stripes before turning back to him, clapping her hands together.
"Alright! Make-up time... I believe that you're an autumn." She said, more to herself than to Artisan, beginning to dig in the box for moisturiser, foundation and translucent powder, tipping his head back with a quick movement of her hand, before setting about moisturising his face and neck, before dotting the founation on the key areas of his face; forehead, nose, cheeks, chin and above his top lip, before blending it out with a make-up sponge, leaning back for a moment to check her work, before setting it with loose powder and a puff, giving his skin a silky, matt look.
Pulling out an eyeshadow palette, she set to work on his eyes, shadowing them with a mix of muted orange and gold, setting off his eye and hair colour, before lining them subtly with liquid eyeliner on the top lid, before applying a few layers of mascara to try and make his eyelashes have volume.
"Right... almost done..." She muttered to herself, applying a nude sheer lipgloss to his lips, before instructing him to smile, preparing a subtle blush for his cheeks.
Once her work was finished, she stepped back, grinning gloriously at her creation. "You look gorgeous, Arta~" She giggled, finding her new feminine name for him rather amusing. [/size]
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Post by kiddie on Oct 6, 2012 23:51:08 GMT
“ARRRRRRRRRRGH!” shouted Artisan.
Heinz was now partially bald, missing a clump of hair Artisan had pulled out by accident. The tiny monkey screeched and dashed off Artie's legs before Lambda could apply the next wax strip. Artisan shut his eyes and bit his lips, nearly causing them to bleed. Both of his hands clenched the arms of the chair with the ferocity one would if they were riding a roller coaster, making both his muscles and veins bulge.
“What the hell?” he said, feeling tears of pain burn in his eyes, “No! No more! I'm from EUROOOOOOOOPE! ARRRRRRRGH! AHHHHHHHH! NO MORE! NO MORE! ARRRRRRRRGH! OHHHHHHHH!”
Two sore and sensitive limbs later, Artisan had to endure the same type of torture for his arms. The moans and begging coming from the emergency room would no doubt spawn rumors about what exactly Lambda did with Artisan in his workroom, but Artisan was too busy mourning over his leg hair to bring up the subject.
Refusing to smile at Lambda after his traumatizing waxing episode, Artisan bore his teeth like a rabid dog, a few tears escaping from the prior pain. “You do this every week? It sucks to be a woman!” he moaned. He continued to complain right through the rest of the process, only shutting up when Lambda finally had to apply the lip gloss. It tasted kind of nice...Artisan rubbed his lips together, a faint memory of him and Lambda kissing coming to mind.
“I let you tear out my leg hair, okay? The least you can do is call me Artisan,” he argued. Both of his legs seemed pink in color and hurt like hell when he gave the skin a light poke. “Fuuuuuuuu...” he said through gritted teeth. He looked back up to Lambda and blinked. “I'm going to go put on that kimono before you shave me bald.”
As if to get back at Lambda for the prior torture, he changed right in front of her. Sure, he had a clean pair of boxers underneath, but this was Lambda. She freaked out over anything that wasn't G rated. The kimono was a little loose, but red in color. Golden roses had been embroidered into the silk, coincidentally matching the rest of his make up. He tugged on the sash, which was the same elegant gold as the roses, and made a large, lopsided bow in the back.
With a pout, he spun around to face Lambda. “Are we done yet?”
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 7, 2012 23:00:22 GMT
Very nearly passing out on the spot, Lambda let out a faint squeal as he stripped off in front of her, shielding her eyes until she was sure he was finished changing, before smiling - albeit a little weakly - at the sight before her. Her weapons maker, dressed to the nines in a kimono, wearing makeup, with his legs waxed. Beautiful. Just... beautiful.
"You look gorgeous~" She giggled lightly, before dipping into the bag one more time, pulling out a small jar of hair wax, putting a little onto her fingers before darting forward, pulling Artisan's head down to her level by his shoulder, before ruffling his hair lightly with the waxed hand, to style it subtly, making him seem a little more effeminate.
"And you are done! Take a twirl for me, my princess~" She grinned at him slyly, before slipping on her own shoes and picking up her handbag from beside the door. By the clock in the room, they'd need to be leaving now if they didn't want to be late.
"Okay, show time. Remember, your name is Arta, and you're a wealthy duchess from Korea... that checks out, I think. And try to talk girly... please?" [/size]
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Post by kiddie on Oct 8, 2012 19:49:48 GMT
“What are you—Get that crap out of my hair!” ordered Artisan. He swatted Lambda away and ran a hand through his hair, trying to comb out the globs of wax now rubbed into it.
“What if I just pretend I don't know any English? That'd give me an excuse to not talk, it would,” huffed Artisan. How would one talk like a girl? Artisan's voice wasn't particularly deep, but it was evident it came from a guy...sort of. Like almost everything else about the young mechanic, his medium toned voice was quite androgynous. If he really wanted to convince the wealthy women he was one of them, he'd need to raise his pitch a notch.
“Heinz! Na hante sagwaleul gajyeool su?” asked Artisan. The monkey nodded and dove for the cabinets, rifling through them as though looking for something. Artisan went to his toolbox and opened a hidden compartment, revealing...one of Lambda's bras.
Heinz brought over two apples.
“Good monkey!” cooed Artisan. Laughing, Artisan strapped on the undergarment and slipped the apples along with it. “Now we're ready to go.”
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Post by [*DOC] on Oct 18, 2012 23:37:35 GMT
"A-Artisan... you're doing me a favour... so I'm going to overlook this... but in the future...... y-you know what, I don't even want to know why you had one of my bras." Lambda shivered slightly, speeding up ahead of him so as not to witness his makeshift attempt at breasts.
Smoothing her skirts, she made sure that the hospital master key was safely strapped around her neck as always, before setting off, her steps surprisingly steady in her high heels. Their trip to Yotta - a rather fancy function hall for hire by wealthy socialites and their parties - was relatively quiet, on Lambda's end at least, as her mind was caught up in the midst of running through her careful plan, wanting to make sure it went off without a hitch.
She knew wealthy ladies. She knew full well that her main targets were handbags and jewellery. Her ace in the hole? Alcohol. She had rather a slight of hand, and with Artisan to help cause distractions, the two of them could be walking out of there a few grand richer after two or three hours of standing around making idle chatter.
But if they were caught? Things could get messy...
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Post by kiddie on Oct 24, 2012 20:30:33 GMT
"No need to worry, Lambda," said Artisan, "They're in my possession in the name of science. Heinz has been using them as slingshots."
Walking to the Yotta was more difficult than Artisan imagined. He wobbled in his heels, he'd smudged his eye shadow by accident--having forgotten it was there, and he repeatedly had to fix the backside of his "disguise" because the dress kept giving him a wedgie. The mechanic's looks may have changed, but not even the layers of makeup Lambda had glued to his face could hide the fact Artisan was still a guy...a very girly guy, but a guy nonetheless.
"Lambda! Turn back! Everybody on the street is staring at us!" he hissed, "It's so obvious I'm a guy! Why are they watching us? Oh...Never mind. They're whistling....and staring at my apples. I love the spotlight...but this isn’t the attention I had in mind, it’s not. Ah, how much further is this place? My feet hurt!"
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