The taxi pulled up outside the flat Debbie shared with her fiancé, shit she said to herself. The lights were still on, which meant he had waited up for her. While this showed how caring Tim was on this occasion Debbie had hoped he would be sound asleep giving her a bit of time to try and tone down her appearance somewhat. She went up to the door, through the glass panel she saw the shadow Tim cast as he came out of the living room to greet her. With her key in the lock she pushed the door open a crack and held it, "Tim before I come in I need to tell you something" she said, her voice trembling.
"What's wrong?" Tim asked, obviously concerned, "why are you so late?"
"I've got the money we needed for the wedding" Debbie said, "But I had to have a sort of makeover to get it, when I come in try not to be mad, ok? Its a bit...erm...different."
She slowly pushed the door open and came in. The first thing Tim noticed was that the hand holding the door was covered in leopard spots, the arm however and in fact pretty much all of the person that came in was covered by a long leather coat, this had a hood which was pulled up covering the wearers face. The figure slowly pushed the hood back. Tim again noted the spots extending up inside the sleeve of the coat but his attention was soon drawn to Debbie's face. The Debbie he knew rarely wore much makeup while this version seemed to have spent hours being made up with elaborate cats eyes and high thin eyebrows against a pale white face. Tim realized with a start that Debbie's forehead seemed to extend much father back across her scalp than before, for a moment he couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing, it was like some sort of optical illusion, then with a snap he realized her hair had gone! With the hood fully down Debbie carefully watched Tim, she was on the verge of tears and Tim's reaction could push her in either direction. Tim could see the edge of panic in Debbie's eyes, he stepped forward and slowly drew his had across her shaven scalp, he noted the ponytail of black hair, now the only hair on her head. He carefully traced his fingers around the piercings in her left ear, his hand moved to her face, he noted that her eyebrows had gone, the thin arches she now wore were drawn on, much higher than the slightly bushy brows she had this morning. He drew his hand down to her mouth and traced her black lips which she opened as he did delicately kissing his fingers. He drew her to him and said quietly "You look stunning, I can't believe you would do this for me, ...for us" As he held her close Debbie let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.
They stood in each others arms for some time when they eventually broke apart it was to allow Tim to get a good look at his bride to be. Debbie noticed that Tim did indeed seem to think she looked stunning, if the budge in his crotch was anything to go by. She took off the coat and showed Tim the extent of the leopard spot tattoo, and her other special tattoo, both found favor with Tim who was getting more turned on all the time. Eventually after recounting the events of the day for the second time they headed to bed.
They both awoke late the next morning, after some of the best sex either had ever experienced. The reality of her appearance started to sink in as Debbie carefully washed her tattooed arm whilst in the shower. She had already caught herself getting her normal shampoo and conditioner out, before stopping and putting it back. There didn't seem much point conditioning the fine braids that her hair was currently in, and she had seen the makeup girl superglue silver beaded ends of her braids so their was little chance of getting them out without cutting them off. The rest of her head was still quite smooth, because she had quite dark hair anyway they had used a hair inhibitor on her head to make the roots less visible, as with everything else they hadn't asked for her permission it had been taken as read that she would be compliant with whatever they thought best for the photo shoot. She hadn't told Tim yet that her hair would take a few months to start growing back.
That weekend was a bit of a blur, Tim had her try on all of the outfits rating each one, and then on Saturday evening he suggested they go out and he was insistent that she let him choose the outfit she wore. Despite feeling quite self-conscious they went out to a restaurant that evening with Debbie wearing some of the more adventurous items from the new wardrobe, a short red leather dress enhanced her figure and left little too the imagination, red knee high boots completed her outfit with the hooded leather coat worn over the top of everything. It took a little persuading by Tim to get her to take the hood down in the restaurant and despite Tim's insistence that no one would be staring at her it was quite apparent to them both that this wasn't the case. Most of the customers in the restaurant stared and Debbie was sure she would be the subject of most of the conversations that night. By the end of her second glass of wine however Debbie started to relax and she ended up enjoying the evening and the fact that it had helped take her mind off the day before.
They both got in late and went straight to bed with nothing planned for Sunday it was gone 11.00 when they eventually made it out of bed. Debbie sat on the sofa in her dressing gown reading the Sunday papers, Tim had gone out and wouldn't be back for a couple of hours so Debbie was treating herself to a lazy day. She had spent some time this morning standing in front of the mirror coming to terms with her new appearance and was starting to feel a bit better about it. She hoped that when she and Tim went out later they would be able to get a wig to help her feel a little more comfortable in public. Just then she herd a voice in the kitchen.
"Its only meee.." her mother shouted, I let myself in.
Debbie jumped up off the sofa and in a panic pulled up her dressing gown hood and stuck her tattooed hand in its deep pocket.
I was talking to Joan this morning and she said she had heard from her Sandra that there was a girl that looked just like you in the restaurant last night only she hadn't got any hair! can you imagine that.." she carried on talking while from the sounds she was making Debbie guessed she was putting the kettle on.
" I said to her that couldn't have been my Debbie, she's getting married in a few weeks time so she would never do anything so silly..."
This last was spoken as she walked into the front room to see Debbie standing by the sofa with her hand in her pocket and her hood up, and despite her best efforts a very guilty look on her face.
Her mothers whole demeanor changed her face paled, " What have you done?" she asked quietly, there was a hint of threat in her voice. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Slowly Debbie pulled down her hood, there was a tinkling sound as the silver beads clinked together on the braids. She took her tattooed hand from its hiding place and flattened the braids down again.
Her Mother didn't speak she walked up to her and slowly walked around, looking closely at her head and ear, then she took her hand and turned it in hers she liked her finger and rubbed at a patch of color.
"Its a tattoo" Debbie said.
Her mother dropped her hand and backed away. "You are no daughter of mine" she said and without a backward glance she turned and left. Moments later Debbie herd the door slam. She sat down.
When Tim arrived back Debbie was still crying, Tim held her and eventually calmed her enough to find out what was wrong. After some time to sort herself out Tim insisted they went out to his folks for dinner. Debbie really wasn't keen but Tim insisted. She was having second thoughts by the time they arrived at Tim's parents house, she had dressed in the most restrained of the outfits she had black ankle boots, a long black skirt and a long sleeved top with a tight black leather jacket worn over the top, it was obviously gothic but in a more dress down way. She had put on an old hat which jarred slightly but made her feel better. She was welcomed into the house by Tim's mum who said nothing about her appearance at all, even when she asked to take her hat an jacket. Later that afternoon after a relaxed meal Tim's mum asked Debbie if she could come with her as she had something to show her, she led Debbie up to the bedroom where she asked her to shut the door.
"Tim's told me what has happened and what you have had done, and from what I can see it looks lovely. However I understand that you have had a rough time with your mom?" she said to Debbie, "I just wanted you to know that we are here for you whenever you want us, I understand what you are going through and how difficult it is" she said, as she said this she was facing away from Debbie and unbuttoning her blouse and taking off her bra. She turned round to reveal a pair of tattooed and pierced breasts. Debbie was Stunned, and it obviously showed on her face, "I was thrown out when I was 19" Tim's mum continued, "I had always wanted a tattoo and when the opportunity arose I went for it, but my mum and dad didn't approve at all. I suspect that Tim finds your adornments appealing because her grew up with me as his mum! The first tattoo was just a little one but I have added to them over the years, never had the courage to get anything I couldn't cover up though, I don't think its seemly on an older lady. However on you it looks fantastic. I have told Tim we will help out with the wedding in anyway we can and I wish you all the love in the world you make a wonderful couple."
Debbie and Tim talked late into the night, Tim had an idea for replacing the wedding financing they had lost when Debbie's mum walked out on her, however it required Debbie to get some more ink. the idea was to try and get one of the chat style magazines to put some money into the wedding in return for the rights to publish the photographs, the hook being that the bride was a leopard woman! After much persuading Debbie eventually agreed she would get the rest of her upper body including her head and both hands tattooed with the same pattern. At one point Tim had also suggested she got her face done but Debbie refused to get anything done beyond her hairline. The one thing Debbie asked in return was if she could get her other ear pierced to match the first as she disliked them not being symmetrical.
Debbie's first day back at work was surprisingly uneventful; She worked in an industrial salad processing plant inside a large cold room. All of the staff were required to wear hairnets and Debbie put hers on over the wig they had been able to get which more or less matched her old hair. Because of the cold most of the girls kept gloves on all day so Debbie's tattoos didn't become visible either. All in all it was almost a let down and Debbie drove home that evening actually feeling deflated that no one had said anything. Tim had had a productive day however and had managed to secure them 10k which would cover the wedding costs and leave them a good amount over too, by selling the story to a national magazine. The reporter and photographer would be coming in a weeks time to get photos pre wedding so that didn't leave them much time to complete Debbie's transformation. Debbie contacted the makeover bazaar who were happy to help in return for a mention in the article and so the final stage of Debbie's makeover was booked in for the following evening.
The next day at work Debbie struggled to concentrate on anything, She was dreading that evening but the day seemed to fly by and before she knew it she was home and having a shower before she and Tim left for the tattooist. As she dried herself she looked at her body, tears coming easily as she contemplated the change she was about to undergo. After a while Tim came up to see what was keeping her, only to find her sitting on the bed with tears running down her cheeks. "Are you ok?" he said holding her close to his chest.
"Yes" she replied "I'm just scared."
"what of" asked Tim? "you are going to look fantastic."
"I know you think that Debbie said but what about everyone else, ill be a freak."
"No you wont" said Tim, "you have said yourself that the spots are easy to cover with makeup, and apart from your cow of a mother you haven't had any bad reactions to your tattoos at the moment have you?"
"No" Debbie said and sniffed. "Tim, you will still love me afterwards wont you?" she asked looking Tim in the face.
"I'll always love" you Tim replied squeezing her tighter. "Now comon, lets make a move or we'll be late."
They arrived at the shop to find Terry and Maz waiting for them. Maz welcomed Debbie in like a long lost friend and led her though to the styling room where a chair was set up. Debbie looked back for Tim but he was in deep conversation with Terry. "Hop up in the chair" Maz said patting the seat. "Lets get you ready for some more color." getting Debbie ready consisted of first getting her to remove her top then cutting and shaving off the remaining hair on her head. Debbie wasn't too upset by this while Maz was shaving her Tim came over and held her hand. "Maz, Terry wants to see you" he said "do you want to carry on with this then Maz?" asked Tim, "if that's ok with you?" she asked Debbie. "Fine with me" Debbie said, figuring there was little Tim could do wrong.
Tim carefully shaved over the top of Debbie's head and after Maz shouted across some instructions he also shaved her right arm and around her shoulders and chest, removing any fine hairs that may have been there. Next he took a pair of gloves and a bottle of hair inhibitor that Maz had given him and spread it all over Debbie's upper body Maz returned from her conversation with Terry as Tim was finishing up. "I'm going to do the tattoo free hand she so no need for stencils. while we are waiting for the inhibitor to work ill do the piercings if you want?"
Debbie nodded her consent and lay back while Maz began adding rings to her ear to matching the holes she already had. This took about fifteen mins during which time Debbie felt her skin getting warm as the liquid did its job.
Once finished with the piercings Debbie took a bottle of neutralizer and started wiping Debbie clean, the neutralizer was nice, providing a cooling sensation against the heat of the inhibitor. Debbie was sure she felt a slight pull as her eyebrows roots were removed but otherwise it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. It was an odd feeling being almost totally hairless, her skin seemed to have been super sensitized, she could feel currents of air as they moved across her body and head. Maz now took a bottle of local anesthetic and began pasting it all over Debbie's upper body, "It'll be best" she said "otherwise you we could never do it all in one sitting." Maz took her left hand and the buzz of the tattoo machine announced the start of six hours of intense concentration on Maz's part. She tattoo the back of Debbie's hand with the same pattern as her arm, the spots getting gradually smaller as they neared the end of her fingers, then to Debbie's surprise she turned her hand over and began tattooing her palm fading the spots around the edge of her had into a yellow and then cream color that covered most of her palm, then using a very dark brown she started tattooing pads onto her palm and fingers. Debbie started tensing as she began tattooing her finger tips so Maz stopped and rubbed in a more little local anesthetic which quickly numbed the ends of her fingers.
After finishing her left hand she started with the right and was soon on her way up Debbie's arm, constantly referencing the other side to keep the design balanced. Her shoulders and chest were filled in and Maz then had Debbie lye with her head back while she did around her collar. Debbie was starting to drift off to sleep, she had been in the chair now for several hours and found she was actually becoming numb to the pain. She felt the needle as it traveled over her collar bone and lifted her head a little more when Maz asked. The next time she felt the tattoo being applied was on her jaw. She was starting to feel slightly fuzzy, a combination of the anesthetic and the stress but despite this she knew there was something she should be concerned about. Maz had started tattooing the back of her head now, which was a very odd feeling, Debbie could feel the tattoo gun moving across her scalp but it was as if she was watching it happen from a distance to someone else. Her mind drifted off some more as Maz filled in the back of her head and began to tattoo the right hand side. She had been instructed by Terry that Tim wanted as much of her covered as possible while leaving her face clear, Maz had argued that it would look best if it faded out naturally rather than having a hard cut off, and Tim had eventually agreed, knowing that this wasn't something that Debbie was going to be keen on worried him slightly but once it was done he was sure she would like it. So Maz carefully tattooed around and over her ear and out over her temples towards her eyes, gradually fading out the spots into a yellow and then cream as she went. She used this technique down over her forehead and across her cheeks, using the spots to help define sharp cheekbones. The spots continued up over her jaw gradually fading out before her lower lip.
Eventually Maz was finished leaving a sore looking Debbie totally transformed. The only "human" parts of her face were her nose eyes and mouth everything else had received the color and pattern. Maz stretched, it had been a long night and she was knackered. Debbie was deeply asleep so Tim carefully lifted her off the chair and carried her out to the car.
She slept well into the next morning, Tim had suggested they both book a few days holiday anyway so that wasn't a problem. At lunch time Tim went in with some sandwiches to wake her up, he gently rocked her and said her name and after a few seconds her eyes flicked open, she tried to sit up and instantly let out an cry, although most of her tattoo was covered in cling film she was still stuck to the sheets in places. "Uuugghh..." she said as she again slowly tried to sit up, Tim helped and soon she was sitting on the bed. "I've brought you some painkillers" Tim said, which Debbie gratefully took. As she moved she winced at the tightness all over her upper body, she felt like she had really bad case of sunburn.
"How do I look?" she asked looking into Tim's face for any sign of distaste
"You look incredible" Tim said and Debbie gave a weak smile in return. She lifted her arms and looked at her hands, the pattern almost seemed to camouflage the outline of her fingers she turned them over a inspected the "pads" Maz hat put on her palm, Maz had told her in a matter of fact way that she was using a lot of ink and putting it pretty deep to help the palm tattoo last. Her hands were still strangely numb and looked slightly swollen. She reached up to touch her face but Tim stopped her.
"Maz said you should have a shower as soon as you were up, then use this ointment to keep everything clean," he showed her a bottle, "let me help" he said and with much wincing and grimacing Debbie made it into the bathroom. She glanced in the direction of the mirror as she entered and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Fuck" she said. She stood and looked at the alien reflection in the mirror, the figure she saw didn't look human, the spot tattoo covered her entire upper body, circling around above her breasts and continuing up covering her throat and onto her cheeks. Both ears were hard to make out covered in the same pattern, only a line of piercings making them stand out from the patterned background. The face most resembled a very good Hollywood effect, a blending of cat and human with only the skin around the eyes nose and mouth revealing the old Debbie.
"Oh fuck" she said again. "this is too much, I can't live like this? how will I be able to show my face to anyone ever again?!" Tim could see she was on the verge of hysterics, looking her straight in the eye he carefully took her round the waist. "Look he said, we love each other we want to spend our entire lives together, I love how you look, what other people think doesn't count for anything. Once you have healed up all of this can be covered in makeup if you need to hide it and no one will look twice."
She was quiet for a few moments, her eyes flicking between Tim and the mirror, the edge of hysteria had gone from her voice when she eventually answered. "Why didn't you leave my face?" "We all thought it would look better with a soft faded edge" Tim said. "I wanted to wake you up and ask you but you were pretty far gone and Terry pointed out that the waiver you had signed from the modeling session was still in force so effectively he could do anything he wanted. That's not to say I didn't want it too..." he added quietly. "I think you look stunning, amazing, alien and sexy as hell."
After a few moments more studying her face in the mirror Tim slowly helped Debbie into the shower. The next couple of days went by with Tim walking on eggshells, Debbie didn't leave the bedroom for most of the time. Tim would bring her food and newspapers and magazines but got no response from Debbie who when not asleep would be staring at her reflection.
On the third day Tim went in to find Debbie up and sitting at the dressing table. "Help me" she said, "I want us to go out today but I want to try to cover this up a bit." She said the last indicating her face.
"I'm sorry about..." Tim started to say but Debbie cut him off, "its not your fault" she said "I signed up to it and as long as you will stay with me I'll get used to it." Between them and using quite a lot of concealer and foundation they covered the softer spots around Debbie's face. she found out a pair of gloves for her hands and a polo necked top which covered her throat and with the new wig covering her head and ears Debbie felt ready to face the world.
They spent a relaxed day walking around the shops Debbie touched up her makeup in the restaurant at lunch time, and surprised Tim by coming out without her gloves on. He commented on it when she got to the table but she explained that she wanted to see if people noticed, as she thought it looked like she was wearing gloves from a distance anyway. Debbie was asking about the photo shoot for the magazine, she wasn't completely comfortable with it but knew that if she didn't go ahead then the tattoo would have been for nothing. The photographer was coming in two days time and Tim had left it up to the magazine to choose a venue and the clothing for the shoot. Tim also confessed that he had signed her up for another modeling session at the makeover bazaar. Terry had arranged the theme for the next one with Debbie specifically in mind, it was titled the menagerie, with all of the girls being transformed into animals. Debbie smiled weakly, "at least I wont need much of a makeover" she said.
The photo shoot went well, despite being quite concerned before hand the photographer made Debbie feel quite at ease. They started with a few shots of Debbie at home, just normal everyday stuff, the angle they were using was of an extraordinary looking person in very normal surroundings. Eventually they ended up taking lots of photos of her out and about in town. They brought along a wardrobe of very feminine summer dresses and strappy tops to help show off her tattoos and of course the light delicate dresses provided even more contrast with her extreme looks. Some of the best shots they took were of Debbie choosing steaks in the supermarket, by this point she was actually starting to enjoy the attention, and they were causing quite a stir with a crowd following them around the town. Eventually the photographer announced he was done and everything returned to some sort of normality again. However now that Debbie's secret was out she felt less need to cover up when she went out and apart from wearing a hat she often went out without makeup on, enjoying the attention.
The wedding was a massive success, Debbie's dress was low cut and pure white but down the center of the train was a faint line of leopard spots while her headdress had a suggestion of cats ears. With photographs appearing in one or two national newspapers and it was a much more confident woman that left with Tim on the honeymoon.
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