"How about now, Daddy?" Trevor asked Davis. He didn't even wonder why he called Davis "Daddy". It felt totally reasonable, for some reason.
"Great, sweetie. But ..."
Trevor rolled his eyes. "What now?" he whined. Hold on, he thought. I'm not a whiner.
"Don't you want to wear make-up?" Davis asked.
"You mean I'm not wearing any? How could I forget to do something like that?" Trevor asked, feeling shocked and a little embarrassed. "I'll just be a minute." He turned around and headed back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
As he walked to the vanity in the room, more changes to him went unnoticed. His jeans changed a little, becoming tight girl's jeans, and the pink stitching in the back that spelled out DADDY'S PRINCESS was changed a little so that now it was covered in glitter, making it more girlish. His fingernails had grown longer and were now covered in pink varnish, just like his toenails. And his bra was finally going have a use, as a pair of A-cup breasts began growing on his chest. But if he had checked the label on the bra, he would have seen that it was a C-cup.
Trevor started with standard foundation and blush, not noticing that the face he was accentuating now had much more pronounced cheekbones and softer features.
Next was eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara, all expertly applied to make his bright blue eyes really pop. Trevor paid no attention to the fact that his eyes were once brown. Next came his lips, to which he applied a glossy pink which matched his nails perfectly. By the time he was done applying the coating, his lips had become the perfect shape for the look - plump, soft, and moist.
Trevor examined his handiwork and smiled. It was perfect. Not too gaudy, but certainly enough to draw and keep plenty of attention. He blew a kiss to his reflection, then noticed his hair. It now reached down to his shoulders, and had lightened to a blond color, as opposed to its original dark brown color.
"Now, what to do with this ..." he pondered, holding a clump of his hair.
As Trevor continued sitting at the vanity, playing with his hair, wondering what he was going to do with it, it finished out its change, reaching the middle of his back as the blond color of it was clearly evident and shined brightly in his bedroom light. Its volume had increased as well, becoming thick, soft, and very luxurious.
"Maybe I should add some curls to it. Or maybe it would look better straightened out. So many choices, I can't decide which one I like," he said to himself, as he kept fussing with his hair in the mirror.
While doing that, his age fell even lower, reaching 17 years old. He only had another year to go. And his breasts grew bigger, becoming a B-cup. The bra he was wearing was still too big for him, but it was slowly becoming more adequate.
He stood up from his vanity and walked out into the hall again.
"Ready, pumpkin?" Davis asked.
"Not yet, Daddy. I need to fix my hair," he said, walking towards the bathroom across the hall. He didn't even notice that his voice was of a higher pitch.
"Well, make it quick. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."
"Okay, Daddy," Trevor said, smiling. Then he closed the bathroom door behind him.
