Is this...me?

Inspired by one of Artboye's former stories. I miss them.

A pink blur….

Strange words and an even stranger smell…..

The alarm clock began ringing, making Lisa groan, and she woke up, the thought of the pink blur gone from her mind for good. She brushed her long hair out of her eyes, and sat up, absently looking around her room once she’d shut the alarm. She stretched a bit, and grumbling at the necessity, bu she had to get ready for school, the teenager got out of bed, pushing her fluffy teddy bear out of her arms and putting it gently on the pillow. She’d sort out the bed in a bit. 

Walking towards the shower, Lisa’s hips swinging from side to side underneath her dressing gown. Once in the bathroom, she carelessly threw the dressing gown on the coat hook behind the door, and stepped into the cubicle. She closed her eyes as the hot water rushed over her hair for a minute, then she grabbed the shampoo bottle, and squeezed some into her hand, smiling at the scent of vanilla before she gently applied it to her hair, and she gently rubbed it in, humming a song to herself before she rinsed her hair out. 

Then she applied conditioner, rubbing it in gently into her wet hair. She let it all lather while she grabbed some shower gel, and began cleaning herself down, moaning a little as she soaked her boobs. Finally, she rinsed her hair, and stepped out of the shower cubicle, and reached for the towel she’d placed nearby, and wrapped it tightly around her head. 

Once she was dried down, Lisa walked back into her bedroom. She plugged in her hair dryer, and spent the next few minutes blowdrying her hair. Once it was dried, Lisa slowly ran her dainty fingers through her dark blonde locks, smiling when she saw and felt just how soft her hair was 

“I think I’ll leave my hair down for today,” she murmured to herself. 

Lisa turned her attention to the rest of her appearance. She went through her drawers, grabbing a bra and matching panties, and she slipped her legs through the holes, and pulled her panties up. She smiled when she felt the sensation of the soft silk as it touched her lips, the cool, smooth fabric felt amazing against her skin, and Lisa rejoiced at the sensation, and a giggle escaped her when she thought of what else she would like to touch her lips. 

Next, Lisa reached for some pantyhose, gently putting one leg at a time through the holes, before she rolled them up delicately up her long, shapely, sexy legs. The hosiery was left, hugging her legs, showing off every contour, and giving them a sexy, silky sheen.

After she put on her bra, making sure the straps and the cups were all comfortable, Lisa began putting on her school uniform. She loved her uniform. It helped her look gorgeous. She put on her blouse, buttoning each button, before she pulled up her extra short skirt her mother had encouraged her to wear, the one that told the boys “I want you all, and I want you to see what I’m showing off.” And because of much Lisa loved being beautiful, and sexy, she was more than happy to oblige. She laughed, spinning around like ballet dancer performing a pirouette, letting the skirt dance and flow around her, showing off her panties. 

She had finished tying her school tie around her collar, then she put on her top, loving how much it emphasised her big tits, before she sat at her vanity table. 

Lisa reached for her hairbrushes, and delicately drew it through her long, dark blonde hair, styling the blew dried pane into a shiny curtain. The gentle, soft, straight locks flowed past Lisa’s shoulders, and framed the teenager’s face with its luxurious, lustrous shine. 

Next, Lisa turned her attention to her makeup. 

Her vanity was well stocked, and she had an amazing knowledge of cosmetology, and more than that, she was a good artist, and each morning she would use her own face as a fresh canvas. Each morning would be a refresher course. Lisa began with her light, ivory foundation, which was a step she could have done without, given her flawless complexion, but Lisa had always loved the way her makeup skills she remembered being taught from childhood-

Wait

Lisa paused, blinking for a moment. 

Had…had she really learnt makeup from childhood? 

Why did it feel like she hadn’t learnt anything about cosmetics? Why did it feel like she had lived a whole new life? But then, as if sparked off by the weird questions, her childhood memories of playing with dolls, making friends with other girls, having sleepovers, and going to parties came back to her mind. 

Memories of her mother letting her have ballet classes appeared, hours and hours of learning how to balance, how to dance….and then, all the times she had played netball and tennis, making friends at school, listening to boy bands entered her mind. They appeared so easily that Lisa forgot her original worries. 

Picking up her mascara, she began to apply it gently, carefully stroking the brush through her long lashes, quickly building up an upper and a lower thickness, which framed her eyes with a deep, seductive curtain of silky black. Lisa then worked on applying her black eyeliner, gently tracing the nib to her eyes, and she watched with growing amazement, which never seemed to leave, no matter how many times she did this, as her eyes, with so little effort, transformed into windows of pure femininity. 

Next, she looked at her eye shadows, and she selected a pink coloured eyeshadow, and within moments, she was left with her eyes framed by pink that seemed to shine. Happy with her eyes, Lisa then brushed on blush and contour, making the most of her amazing cheekbones. 

Lisa then picked up her lip liner pencil. She drew a perfect angel’s bow outline around her lips. She had but to fill in the line, and then her facial transformation was all but complete. Lisa selected a pink lip gloss, which matched her pink eyeshadow. 

She found the tube and opened it. For Lisa, lipstick tubes were one of the most powerful symbols of femininity and womanhood. She had always loved how it looked in subtle amounts, finding too much lipstick to be far too much. 

Lisa gently stroked the lipgloss across her lips, leaving it’s gleam across them, she applied a nice, simple coat to both her upper and lower lips, tasting the strawberry which made her smile, and then she pressed her lips together. As she did so, a female warmth spread through her and comforted her. She closed the tube and set it back. 

She leaned back, and smiled at her reflection. But something was wrong, badly wrong. Instead of feeling utter pride in what she had done, pride in herself for perfectly applying her makeup and enjoying it, she felt as if something was wrong, and as she studied her reflection in the mirror, looking deeply in her reflected eyes, she realised….this was not how she was meant to look. She wasn’t supposed to be a teenage girl, wearing a schoolgirl uniform, she wasn’t supposed to have makeup on, or thinking of how much she looked amazing and wanted to entice boys to look at her, and ask her out on a date. 

Lisa groaned, grimacing, wincing when she heard her soft, high feminine voice. Even her voice didn’t sound right, but it hurt her head to think about what she should look like, or even what she should sound like. All she got instead was a dark street, and a pink blur appearing….and then, nothing, it was just too hazy. 

“Lisa?” A knock at the door. 

Lisa flinched at the sound of the knock, and she shivered at the…unfamiliar name, but she was unable to stop the answer from leaving her mouth, “Yes?” 

She turned, and her eyes widened when she saw a dark blonde haired woman who resembled an older version of the teenage girl in the mirror only a moment before. But that wasn’t why her eyes were wide, it was the sight of the pink dress that stunned her. 

“Are you okay? You haven’t come down to breakfast yet,” the woman the memories told her was her mother asked. 

Lisa bit her lip, unsure of what to say, her mind torn between the two sets of memories and having nothing concrete to go on. 

But her mother seemed to see and realise what was wrong before Lisa even had a chance to pull herself together, and realise she was giving herself away. She didn’t seem spooked or annoyed with Lisa, she was only annoyed with herself. She sighed. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie,” her mother said softly, walking slowly into the room. “I made a mistake, rushing you like that, last night in the street, but I so wanted a daughter of my own. Mm, I need to think about it, but I should hopefully make up my mind later tonight.”

“What do you mean?” Lisa asked, realising something really was wrong. “What did you do?”

Her mother smiled sadly. “I am a witch, darling, and I’ve so wanted a daughter for a long time,” she said, “but perhaps I should have regressed you in age, and drew you into my womb so I would carry you for the full nine months. Still, I’ll make up my mind by tonight, in the meantime….,” a wicked smile crossed her lips, and before Lisa even had the chance to react, her mind went blank. 

Lisa blinked at her mother curiously, and her mother turned to leave. 

“You’d better finish up, sweetie, and come down and get yourself some breakfast,” her mother said. 

“Okay, mum,” Lisa replied perkily. 

Her mother smiled, and she walked out, leaving Lisa to finish putting on her makeup.