Bunny Party (4/7)

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Keith had only a vague understanding of the first few products Ann applied to his face. He knew the basics of things like foundation and concealer, but he felt like Ann had brushed, rubbed, and painted more variations of these preparatory cosmetics onto him than he imagined could possibly exist. As curious as he was, he resisted the urge to ask questions, remembering Ann's comment about not speaking while the not-quite lozenge did its work. However, he imagined that this was the result of the careful attention to detail Ann had shown while hiding the seams between the bodysuit and his skin. Presumably these were the steps that would be the difference between him looking like Keith in drag and a real bunny girl.
“Don't respond yet, the medicine from earlier won't be done working, but I've been thinking about what we'll call you once you're all ready.” Ann said casually as she examined Keith's face, deciding what to do next. “I think you'd make a great Kelly. I can't say why, but it suits you. Think about it. Now, close your eyes for me.” And with that, she reached for another palette of makeup.
Keith felt her running the spongy tip of an eyeshadow applicator over each of his lids. Working in layers, she gradually moved up and out, reaching as high as his eyebrows. Next, she had him open his eyes so she could curl his lashes. He felt the curler squeezing his eyelashes into light, gentle waves, a particularly strange experience, Keith noted. To his further surprise, she followed this up by readying a pair of false eyelashes. He'd expected that fake lashes would go on before curling. He'd have to ask about that later. His new lashes were long and full, and felt heavy on his lids. He held his eyes open while Ann darkened and sealed them to his natural lashes with some mascara. Finally, a dark coat of liquid black eyeliner hid the spot where the adhesive held the false lashes to his lids.
With the eyes done, Ann moved on to the rest of Keith's face. She started by gently touching up his eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil. Though he couldn't see what she was doing, he could feel the pencil being dragged in a graceful arch along his brow. Next came his cheeks. The big soft brush tickled Keith's cheeks as it gradually built up a layer of blush. He imagined them growing slightly redder with every brush.
Finally, she came to the part Keith had found himself most looking forward to, his lips. Ann selected, unsurprisingly, a rich red lipstick. She twisted it from the tube, and gently steadied Keith's head with one hand. She applied the waxy makeup to his top lip, then the bottom, then asked Keith to roll his lips together, which he did. Next, she took a tiny brush and dabbed it against the lipstick. She used this to carefully paint in the finer, more detailed portions of Keith's lips, as well as do some touch ups, asking him to make all sorts of strange faces so she could ensure it was applied correctly. To finish them off, she painted two coats of clear gloss over his lips.
After a moment of inspecting her work, Ann smiled broadly and said, “Alright, I think we're done! Time for you to have a look at the new you. I'm going to have you hop up from the chair, then when I say so, turn around to face the mirror on the vanity. I'll be right here if you need me, but if the lozenge worked right, you shouldn't have any trouble walking, even in those heels. It's got a whole cocktail of drugs in it that will help with everything from balance, very important for carrying a tray of drinks on heels, to getting in the right bunny girl mindset, so we never have off days. It's pretty amazing. If you can stand and turn on your own, we'll try talking. Sound good?”
Keith nodded.
“Okay, bunny. Up you get!”
Keith hesitantly grabbed the arms of the chair he was sitting in and used them to push himself to his feet. Even with Ann's explanation, he was half expecting to topple over, but to his amazement, he was perfectly fine. His legs knew exactly where to stop so that he could hold himself up properly. It was like he'd been walking in heels for years.
“Great start! Ready for the turn?”
Keith nodded again, more nervously this time.
“Close your eyes and go right ahead,” Ann said with a smile.
Keith shut his eyes, and perfectly spun 180 degrees.
“On three,” Ann said from behind him. “One... Two... Three!”
Keith opened his eyes.
He couldn't believe what he saw. In the mirror, looking back at him, mimicking his every move, was a perfect bunny girl. Her hair was long, brown and curly. Her smooth arms ended with hands with bright red nails. Her curvy figure was covered by a clingy red outfit that left her shoulders and the tops of her breasts exposed. He could only see her legs down to mid thigh in the mirror, but they were totally encased by pure white pantyhose and fishnets. Her face was perfectly made up, with smokey eyes, high, thin eyebrows, unbelievably full and long lashes, rosy cheeks, and shiny red lips that practically begged to be parted by a kiss, or even something else, he mused.
As Keith stood awestruck, studying his reflection, Ann stepped up behind him and whispered into his ear “So bunny, what's your name?”
“Kelly.” Keith said, almost instinctively. But his voice wasn't Keith's. It was higher, sweeter, almost musical. “Wait, no, it's Keith. Why did I say that? Is that really my voice?”
Ann giggled. “Calm down, it's okay, it's just the lozenge from earlier. Remember how I said it would help you get into the bunny girl mindset? Until it wears off, the first thought that will hop into your mind in any situation is the one a bunny girl should be thinking. So, with a question like 'What's your name?' that you normally wouldn't think about, you just automatically said the first thing that came to mind. The difference was that, instead of Keith, you thought Kelly, the name you decided to use for the evening.”
“Wait, so I won't be able to control myself until this wears off?”
“No, that's not it. The drugs from the lozenge only affect what your first thought will be, but you're still in control of your actions. Here, I'll show you. I'll ask you something, but I don't want you to answer right away. Listen to the question, think about your answer, then tell me what you decide on. Ready?”
Keith nodded.
“Fill in the blank. I'm going to blank back to the kitchen to get some more drinks.”
Keith was silent for a second, then he said “Run. I'm going to run back to the kitchen to get some more drinks.”
“Excellent,” Ann said. “But what was the first word that came to mind after I asked?”
“Hop,” said Keith.
“Exactly. But you didn't say hop, did you? I bet you would never say that you were going to hop back to the kitchen.”
Keith shook his head.
“So you see? You're still totally in control, as long as you think about what you're doing. You're totally safe, since any important choices will require a bit of thought. Doubly safe, even, since it'll stop you from accidentally giving a Keith answer instead of a Kelly one, that might give away your real identity. It also takes care of subtle things, like walking in those heels, or any mannerisms that a bunny girl should have that you wouldn't normally think of. Pretty great, huh?”
“Yeah!” Keith said with enthusiasm. It really was unbelievable. “How long until it wears off?”
“That's a bit hard to say, it depends on the person. Mine generally last 3 hours, so most nights I need to take a couple. I usually find that walking in the heels is the first thing to start to go, so you get a bit of a heads up when you need to take another. You should be fine for the party, but I'll leave some extras here with the rest of my stuff. Just remember, yours are in the red wrappers, Becky's are in the white.”
“Perfect! What's the difference between the red and white wrappers?”
“The red wrappers are for guys, white are for women. There's not much of a difference, mainly the strength of the voice modification. Guys need a bit more of that, after all. I think there are some other things too, but those are the big ones. I took one of the guy ones once, and my voice got really weird.” Both Ann and Keith giggled at this.
“While we're on the topic though, let me give you a piece of advice, from one bunny to another.” Ann's face grew somewhat more serious. “While you're working, listen to those first thoughts. You've got some drugs in your system, yes, but it's still you thinking. The lozenge can't make you think something you wouldn't have thought of anyway, it just filters those thoughts so you get certain ones first. It doesn't change your personality, just what part of it you express. It's why all of us bunnies aren't carbon copies of each other. On some level, you think that bunny thought is a good idea. It's the perfect balance between what you think a bunny would do and what you're comfortable with or willing to try. It's what you would do if you were your perfect bunny girl.”
Keith thought about this. If what she was saying was true, and he had no reason to think otherwise, these lozenges were pretty amazing things. He'd been nervous about the idea of the lozenge altering his thinking, but Ann was making some good points. Besides, when else would he get this kind of opportunity? He was starting to understand more and more why Ann had put so much effort into ensuring none of them would be easy to recognized.
“Anyway, I'm rambling. Let's get your tail on!” Ann's wide smile had returned in full force, and Keith couldn't help smile along with her.
“Sounds good!”
“Alright, Kelly, be a good bunny for me and stand behind that chair with your feet a bit more than shoulder width apart.”
Keith did as he was told. He got a little thrill when Ann called him by his bunny name and told him to be a “good bunny.”
“Good girl, that's perfect. Now, I want you to bend at the waist, and grab the back of the chair. Legs straight, yes, perfect, attagirl.” Keith found himself bent over, grabbing the back of the chair he'd been sitting in for his makeover. “Now, look up for me.” He did. From this position he found that he had an acceptable view of the vanity mirror. In it, he saw Ann holding up what appeared to be a red, 6 inch dildo, with a white bunny tail protruding from a flare on the back. It wasn't a very realistic dildo. The shaft was smooth, and the head was only a rounded conical bulb toward the front, but it was unmistakably a dildo, and he had an idea about where she meant to put it.
“You've got a choice to make, bunny.” Ann said. “I've got this, and I've got a little cushioned pad with a tail that I can slip into your outfit. Both come out easily enough, and this one's even self-lubricating, so it'll go back in easily too. It also won't dry out part way through the night. There is no benefit or penalty to one or the other. The choice is entirely yours, no strings attached. So, what one do you want? The cushion, or the cock?”
Without thinking, in his high, melodic voice, Keith said “I want the cock.”
Ann smiled even wider. “Good girl.”
The first thing Keith felt was Ann's newly gloved finger spreading lube on his asshole. It was cold, but it sent an electric thrill up his spine. Next was the rounded head of the silicone cock gently pressing against him. Ann teased him with it for nearly a full minute, pushing it in and out of Keith's ass, never letting it go all the way in, making sure he was appropriately relaxed and ready. Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to take the suspense any longer, Keith felt his asshole expand wider than it had yet, then contract around the top of the shaft as the head of the cock slipped fully inside of him. A girlish “Ahh” escaped his shiny red lips as it did.
“Mmm, yes, that's what I want to hear,” Ann said.
She slid the dildo further into Keith, then pulled it back so only the head remained inside, over and over, going a little deeper with some thrusts, a little more shallow with others, occasionally giving him a nice long one, as if to remind him of how much he still had to take. Finally, she retracted the dildo almost entirely, then firmly and surely drove it home, sliding it all the way into him. Keith rewarded her masterful efforts with an extended “Ohhhhhh,” and a sigh as he felt his ass contract around the thin portion of the dildo just above the flared base, pulling it into its final resting place. He felt Ann work the base under the red leotard, but over the pantyhose and fishnets, so that only the tail poked out, and the plug was camouflaged by the outer garment.
“Like that?” Ann asked, smiling.
“Oh, yes.” Keith said, straightening up and smiling himself.
“I'm glad.” Ann paused to look Keith over. “Well bunny, I think you're all set. Ready to make your big debut?”
“I can't wait!”
“That's my girl. I should probably get going then.”
“Oh, yeah, I'm so sorry, I forgot, you have to get to your family!”
“Don't worry, we really haven't been at this long.”
Keith looked at the alarm clock by the bed. She was right. It hadn't even been half an hour since Becky had gone back downstairs. It had seemed so long, but clearly Ann knew what she was doing.
“I'll just change and slip out then. Probably easier to wait until tomorrow to work out a time for me to come pick everything up. Sound good?”
“Absolutely,” said Keith. “Thank you again. I'm really excited about this. I think it's going to be a really fun night.”
“Oh, I'm sure it is, for Becky too. You'll have to tell me all about it when we talk!”
And with that, Keith smiled at Ann, and descended into the party.