The wonders of the makeup artist (Patreon)

Jack would never have agreed to this if he had not been guilty in front of his wife. One evening with friends and wife and did not fall prey to circumstances.

Their mutual friend Stacy was a stylist and vijazist at one of the film studios and the argument was that she could make any, absolutely any image from any person. His wife and Stacy argued. Mark, however, was silent, because he had recently had a great fight with his wife and realized that he was guilty and did not know what to do to apologize. His wife suggested Jack as a guinea pig for Stacy, she said that if Stacy could make him an 18th century peasant woman, she would lose the argument and if Jack agreed to that, she would forgive him for all his tricks.

The case was won, she had long wanted to make peace with her husband, but there was a way to mock him and at the same time prove to Stacy that she was wrong. Jack, although he was thin, but had clear male features, a beard, large eyebrows and in general he was no longer young, so it was a triumph.

...

Jack was forbidden to look in the mirror until he got a full look. His wife was in another room, and he was alone with Stacy, who made him a medieval peasant, working in every possible way with his face and choosing clothes.

Finally, he slowly walked out the door. A tight corset squeezed his waist very uncomfortably and gave female forms. A dress that he never wore fell under his feet and he was afraid to fall. He did not see his face, but Stacy worked with his face for a very long time and he felt a thick layer of makeup. On his head was a white bonnet, under which something was also laid to give shape as if there was hair. In a word, he was already beginning to regret that he agreed to this adventure, although he wanted to make peace with his wife.

As soon as he went out he saw the surprised face of his wife. Apparently this was a victory for Stacy, he did not care, he wanted to finish faster.

"Jack! Is that you ?! Tell a word? I can't believe it! It's impossible!"

“Yes, dear, it's me,” answered Jack with bass, which now sounded ridiculous from his lips in this outfit and makeup.

"God! Stacy! I apologize and was wrong! You are a sorceress!"

Stacy smiled and went closer to his wife and they enthusiastically continued to talk about something, leaving Jack alone and looking at him and discussing something.

"Well, I hope that's all? Are we reconciled? Can I change clothes back?"

"Yes, of course Jack," his wife answered, but Stacy stopped her.

"Wait dearie, I promised to make him a peasant woman of the 18th century, but I did not finish"

"What do you mean?" asked his wife

Stacy smiled and began to whisper something in his wife's ear. They both smiled. Finally stacy said

"Well, Jack. You can go change, over that door," and pointed to the other door.

Jack already did not care, he wanted to take off this clothes faster. She did not pay attention to the smiles of his wife and Stacy went through this door.

...

Entering the door, he felt a sharp smell of dirt and some other strange smells. It was dark and he was looking for a switch near the wall to turn on the light. He pulled his hand against the wall, when he heard that the door slammed shut and it was dark around.

Jack reached for the wall, but could not find the switch. Moreover, the walls were not even, it was some kind of wooden walls made of raw wood. Around it was still dark and there was an unpleasant smell. Jack decided that it was some kind of practical joke and decided to return to his wife and Stacy.

He began to open the door. He pushed the door, but the door did not open, the door was also made of wood, although he clearly remembered that the door was plastic. Finally, Jack decided to try pulling the door toward himself. He found a wooden handle on the door and pulled it towards himself. The door opened more heavily, but in the end he opened it.

A bright ray of sunshine struck him in the eye and he squinted at the light too bright. A small wind blew over his face and body.

Finally, Jack could make out the neighborhood. He saw that an open door led into some kind of dirty courtyard. In the courtyard geese and ducks ran, a small wooden house stood nearby, and around was a wooden fence. Outside it was summer and sunny weather.

Jack could not believe it. He was supposed to be in the film studio, he did not expect to see such a picture.

Jack closed the door again and opened it again. Everything was unchanged. He took a few steps into the yard and looked around. The building from which he came out, resembled some sort of barn.

Suddenly he heard behind him a rude and loud man's voice

"Matilda! Why are you hatched on the barn !? Why didn’t you take the basket I asked for ?! Dumb woman, you have to do everything yourself!"

At that moment, he felt a push from the side and saw how a rough, uncouth man in the clothes of a peasant of the 18th century pushed him and went through the door from which Jack had just left. Jack said

"Why are you pushing?! ... ahem ... ahem ... what's wrong with my ..." he wanted to say in his voice, but he suddenly froze in his neckline what should not be there. There was something resembling a chest. Each of his breath exacerbated and reduced these two bulges.

He put his hand in the décult and felt that there were boobs. It was definitely female breasts.

He felt a slight excitement from touching the nipples and a very feminine sigh escaped from him, on which this man turned.

"Matilda! What the hell? Do you want sex? Come on later, we need to do chores!"