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Bridal Illusions
By Cheryl Alison
I walked past the storefront several times, my heart pounding beneath my
facade of nonchalance. Finally, I entered the glass doors. After all, I was
several states away from anywhere that anyone might recognize me. There
were no other customers in the store so I was instantly acknowledged by the
woman behind the main counter. Her name tag said Rachel on it, and she
was a redhead in her thirties, very nicely dressed, as she was the manager of
a bridal shop. She was probably thinking at this point that I was a fiancee of
one of her customers there to make a last minute purchase.
My first nervous statement was, "I'm looking for bridal gowns in the 12 to
14 range, and I was wondering if you might have a sale rack."
She looked somewhat confused as she led me over to a rack along the wall
with several dresses covered in plastic. "Here are our current sale items. Is
she looking for anything in particular?"
I nervously replied, looking away, "Oh, it's not for someone else. It's for
me." At this point I expected the cold shoulder and to be curtly told that the
bridal shop didn't serve male clients.
Instead, the woman replied, "Oh, how interesting. Is this for a masquerade?"
"Well, sort of," I answered, making up a story as I went along. "I lost a bet
with my wife and my end of the deal is to dress as a bride for one weekend."
"And your wife made you come here alone? That must have taken some
courage."
My story was now fixed and there was no turning back. I had an excuse that
offered an easier explanation than that I was a crossdresser. And I now had
an opportunity to expand my adventure a bit.
"Yes, my wife gave me specific instructions to pick out the most feminine
gown and also to purchase matching shoes, hose, underwear, and a peignoir
set for sleeping. She wants me to be a bride on Saturday, and stay in
character for the rest of the weekend. I'm suspicious that she is going to
make me go out in public on Sunday." Suddenly my fantasies were spilling
into my story, and I was wondering if I was overdoing it.
If I was, Rachel didn't seem to catch on. She said, "This will be fun.
Wednesdays are always a slow day, anyway. It sounds like you're going to
go away with the whole store. We do have a lingerie section, so we should
be able to help you with everything she wants for you." With that, we
redirected our attention to the rack of bridal gowns.
There were four choices in my size range (Rachel measured me beforehand to
find that I was a size 12, something I already knew). Two were modern off
the shoulder designs, which I didn't like, and two were more traditional
designs. My eyes were instantly drawn to one with an all over lace bodice
with lace sleeves, and a very full tulle skirt. Rachel asked me if I would like
to try it on. Of course, I agreed. Rachel hung the gown in a fitting room.
My heart was beating even harder than before.
Then Rachel said, "You know, if your wife is making you buy the
undergarments, you might as well try those on at the same time. Most of our
brides don't try on the gown, and then purchase the foundation garments
later."
I stammered a positive response as Rachel led me to the lingerie section. I
was on sensory overload, just following her lead. She said, "Let's see, first
you're going to need a panty worthy of a beautiful bride." I could see she
was having fun with this. My face was quite red.
"Oh, come on. If you're going to be a lady, you might as well be a well-
outfitted lady. Don't be embarrassed. Most of our clients are nervous."
Rachel had a very comforting personality. "Here, take this pair," she said,
handing me a pair of white silk panties. She then selected a strapless bra,
guessing that it would fit, and led me over to the hosiery rack. From the
samples above, she pulled down a lace patterned hose with little bows and
roses interwoven in the design. "These are our prettiest hose, I think." I
couldn't help but agree. At this point, I wasn't even thinking about what all
this would cost.
"There," she said, "you have most of your foundation garments. Why don't
you go in the dressing room and put them on, but don't put on the dress yet."
"Okay," I said, wondering why she wanted me to leave the dress off. I went
into the dressing room and sat down on the velvet stool, stripping off my
male clothes. I struggled into the strapless bra, taking some time to pull the
hooks together. Then I slipped on the panties, feeling their cool silk against
my skin and realizing that I was about to wear the pinnacle of femininity.
From outside the curtain, Rachel said, "Do you know how to properly pull
on hose? You don't want to rip those. That would be a shame."
I fibbed just a bit when I said, "Er, no, what do you mean."
"Here," said Rachel, "Let me come in and help you. Don't be embarrassed.
I see women in their underwear all day long." Before I could protest, she
had swung the curtain aside and was kneeling in front of my stool pulling one
leg of the pantyhose, rolled up, onto my foot. "There. See how you unroll it
as you bring it up the leg?"
I murmured something resembling understanding as Rachel noticed my legs
were showing hair through the lace. "Oh, your legs will have to be shaved if
you want to look right. Did your wife schedule you a trip to the salon?"
"Well, I guess not," I said, "She just told me to purchase the garments and
not to come home until I had everything ready to be a bride."
"Well, if you want to be a bride, then I suggest a trip to the salon. I'll call my
friend Tamara and schedule you an appointment. Will one hour work for
you?" Rachel's forceful, yet supportive, manner caused me to just agree.
"My friend Tamara runs the salon two doors over in the strip mall. I'll give
her a ring. Stay right there."
I stood in the dressing room, trembling, as Rachel went over to the desk and
talked to her friend on the phone. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but
Rachel was smiling.
"She said that will be fine. She'll stay open a little bit late for us." I didn't
know what Rachel meant by us at this point, but I was relishing the feel of
my new feminine undergarments.
"Well, you need a slip before we put the gown on. Let's find you one."
Rachel went away and came back with a lace bridal slip and helped me put it
on. I couldn't believe that she was treating me like any bride that would
come through the door.
The gown came next, and Rachel helped me slide it on over my
undergarments. The tulle skirt whispered over my legs like a ballerina gown,
and the feeling was overwhelming. Rachel had me stand in front of a three
way mirror as she made some adjustments to the gown. "Beautiful," she
said, smiling broadly at me in the mirror.
After the adjustments were made to the gown, Rachel reminded me of my
salon appointment. She said, "You know, Tamara could help you better if
she could visualize you as a woman. That might be hard to do in your male
clothes."
I said, "I suppose, but I can't wear this gown outside. That would attract a
bit too much attention."
Rachel agreed, but she had something else in mind. She said, "You know, I
keep a change of clothing in the back and you're about my size. Let's see
what we can dig up for you." She went in the back of the store and returned
with a black skirt, a pair of black hose, and a white blouse. "Put these on
and I'll give you some quick makeup so you won't attract too much
attention."
With that, I undressed once again and put on Rachel's skirt and blouse. She
applied a bit of makeup and we were out the door to the beautician. We
attracted no attention in the short way to the beauty shop, which was only
three doors down.
The front of the shop was tastefully decorated with lace curtains over the
windows, and a sign that read Pamper Me Salon. We entered as the last
customer for the day was leaving and Rachel introduced me to Tamara, a
thirtysomething blonde with a permed bob hairstyle and a big smile. "Well,
honey, do you have a name?" she asked.
"Er, Carl," I said, not thinking very quickly and not wanting to use my real
name.
"No, honey, " she said, "that just won't do for a pretty young woman.
Colleen sounds better. Well, Colleen, are you ready for the bridal
treatment?"
"I guess," I said, not knowing what to expect. I was surprised to see that
Rachel was still there, but then I realized I was wearing her clothes and I still
needed to pay for the bridal gown.
Tamara led me over to a chair, fastened a gown around my neck, and
proceeded to recline me so that my head was resting in the shampoo bowl.
She fingered my hair and washed it with two different nice-smelling
solutions. She told me, "You have nice, thick hair. And it's nice to meet a
guy who doesn't have a buzzcut. I think we can do something with your
hair." About now I realized that I might be getting into more than I bargained
for. However, the feminine feelings that were flooding my emotions were so
strong I just went along.
Tamara toweled off my hair and then began to comb through it. "Let's see,
we want a romantic look for a bride, and that means curls." I had shoulder
length blonde hair, so I figured even with some curl I wouldn't look too
different. I let Tamara do what she was going to do.
She wheeled over a cart with lots of bins and began to roll my hair on curlers
systematically. The tugging and the pulling felt good as I relaxed in the chair.
Once finished with the rollers, she began to apply what I assumed was setting
lotion. It felt cool on my scalp. She then led me over to a dryer and
informed me that I would have to sit for a half an hour. In the dryer chair, I
smoothed my skirt and let the feel of the pantyhose and silk panties comfort
me. Tamara then brought over some bridal magazines and showed me some
hairstyles. Together, we selected an updo that basically amounted to a
cascade of curls from the crown and down around the face. Tamara told me
"this one requires lots of pins, but it's going to be very elegant."
Once I was done at the dryer, Tamara led me back to the chair and rinsed my
hair. Then, she combed it out and began pinning. When she was done, my
hair looked just like the bride's in the book. I couldn't believe that my dull,
mundane hair had become almost a work of art.
All this time, Rachel from the bridal shop was there in the salon providing me
with encouragement and speaking with Tamara about what was being done.
When she saw the hairstyle, she was impressed. She said, "With some
artistic makeup, you're going to be gorgeous. Your wife is going to flip!!"
To be continued....
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