You should not have borrowed my lipstick

Without a word she put the bra on him. It was too small, of course, around his chest, and it pinched. She stuffed the cups with paper towels and had him look at himself in the mirror. “Oh, you look so cute with breasts,” she taunted him. She kicked off her heels and had him step in them. She knew he couldn’t get his feet into them at all, but she wanted him to just step on them for their height. His calf muscles strained in their unfamiliar position.
“I know you want my panties too, but you can’t have them, dear. I don’t want your messy cum all over them. Besides, I want an unobstructed view of that cock of yours when it jerks off,” Daphne teased him.

Then she sat him down by the mirror. She looked critically at his face for a long moment. “I bet you’d love a full makeup job, wouldn’t you, sissy? But I’m really not in the mood for that. I think I’ll just redo your pretty lips, though.”
She wiped off her pink lipstick from him. “A pretty sissy girl like you ought to have a hotter shade than pink, don’t you think?” She reached in her makeup kit and took out a lip pencil with a felt tip. Daphne slowly outlined his lips in what she called a red berry color. As Thomas saw his image in the mirror, he could have cum from just that alone. But then she pulled out a tube of matching berry lipstick and filled in his lips with the rich color. She put on a full coat, made him blot his lips, and then put on another coat. She seemed satisfied with the deep red color. Then she went into her case and pulled out a thin tube of something. She unscrewed it and out came a little wand of a wet red liquid. Lip gloss, she explained. She rubbed it all over his lips, especially in the middle of the bottom lip, until his lips glistened with wet shine.