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Judy: From the Beauty Salon to Prom Girl and Bridal Experiences By Janis Elizabeth Prologue The old year that has past was filled with all kinds of different experiences, some expected and eagerly awaited and some only dreamed of and hoped for. Memories created from the old year become the foundation of the hopes and expectations for the new. With the beginning of the New Year, there is always the promise of new and exciting times, the potential for many new and different activities and the possibility of experiencing many different stimulating sensations. This was particularly true for me at the beginning of this New Year. The past year had seen me fulfill my biggest fantasy of having my hair done in a beauty salon while wearing at least lingerie. I had been given many opportunities to dress en femme on a regular basis. And, I had been allowed to develop a wonderful relationship with a fantastic young lady named Tina who, in addition, was also my hair stylist and beautician. She completely accepted me for the person that I am whether I was dressed as Jerry or as Judy. Tina did not judge me or condemn me because I enjoyed dressing in a feminine manner. She realized that there was more to me as a person and that this did not depend on what I wore. With the new year dawning, I could now look forward to the second semester of classes, additional appointments having my hair and makeup done at Tina's salon, the regular wearing of soft and sensuous women's clothing, including all of my French maid's uniforms, and the continued development and growth of my special relationship with Tina. For all of these reasons and more, I was ready for the New Year. Chapter 1 I awoke, neither bright nor early, that New Year's morning with my white satin negligee bunched up around my shoulders. For a few minutes I lay there looking at Tina while she slept. Her negligee was in the same state of disarray as mine was and her naked body looked very enticing as always. As I reached out to caress her lovely breasts, Tina roused, looked at me and smiled. Almost immediately, we had resumed our activities from much earlier this morning. After all of our late night/early morning activities, we were very slow to get out of bed. I jokingly reminded Tina of the belief that what you do on New Year's Day you will do every day throughout the year. Tina looked at me, smiled and said, "I think that would be great. Wouldn't you want to wear a soft negligee every day and engage in wild and passionate lovemaking with someone special?" I had to agree with her that, if it were possible, I would love to do that every day. We finally arose a little before noon. As our negligees slid back over our bodies, we hugged and fondled each other some more, through the silkiness of our garments. We took off our negligees, put on our shower caps to protect our hairdos and then showered together. I believe that any time two people that love each other can shower or bathe together, there is more time spent enjoying each other's touches and less time actually spent washing. This was the case with our shower. It felt so good to caress Tina's breasts and bottom while she worked her tongue into my mouth. It took for the water to start getting cold before we finally decided that it was time to turn off the water and dry ourselves off. Tina handed me a big fluffy pink towel and also got one for herself. When we finished drying off and had applied bah powder, she asked me to wrap my towel around me as she did with hers, just like a woman. We walked back into her bedroom with our intimate parts covered by our towels. As Tina started to get out lingerie for us to wear, she asked me what I would like to do with the rest of the day. Since I really didn't want to watch any of the bowl games, I told her that whatever she wanted to do was fine with me. After a little thought, she asked if I would like to have a new salon experience by going and having her give me a permanent. I told her that I didn't want her to have to go in to the salon on a holiday just to do my hair. She just pooh-poohed my concerns and said that she would love to give me a perm. "Besides, we will not have to worry about being interrupted today. Who knows," she said, "maybe I can also talk you into having your hair frosted? I think that you would look great with your hair frosted." I told her that I would have to think seriously about having her frost my hair. However, it certainly was not out of the realm of possibilities. Chapter 2 We proceeded to get dressed in our white satin lingerie, black stockings, white satin, short-sleeved blouses and long, full denim skirts. Since it was a holiday, we were dressed more casually than usual. Black patent 2-inch heels completed our outfits. Tina put a minimal amount of makeup on and advised me to do likewise. I carefully applied some foundation, powder, blush, mascara and lipstick to my face. Since there was a slight chill in the air, we each wore light windbreakers and scarves also. My jacket was of red nylon and my scarf was a silken print. Tina wore a navy blue jacket and a light blue scarf. We picked up our purses and headed for Tina's car. I gracefully got into the passenger's seat, making sure that I did not mess up my skirt. We chatted about many things as we drove to the salon, including Kathy and Bonnie's reaction to my secret passion, the New Year's Eve party and Jennifer's reaction to my appearance. I told Tina that I was very pleased with the way everything turned out yesterday, especially the great reactions from Kathy, Bonnie and Jennifer. I commented on Jennifer's brazen fondling, not only of my silken covered bottom but of Tina's as well. I did have to admit though that it felt good to have her fondle my bottom through the satiny softness of my gown and my lingerie. Tina laughed a little and said that was just the way that Jennifer was. Although she didn't have any proof, she suspected that Jennifer could and would enjoy being with boys, girls or boys dressed as girls. This would have explained for her embraces and caresses last night, especially with me. As there was no traffic, we made good time in getting to the salon. Naturally, Tina was even able to park right in front. I carefully got out of the car while Tina went to unlock the salon door. After we were inside, she locked the door behind us. "Judy," she asked, "what do you think of having your hair frosted? Have you made a decision?" I thought about her question for a minute and then said, "Well, I don't want to look like something that escaped from a circus sideshow. However, if you think my hair will look nice after it is frosted, I am more than willing to have you do it." Tina looked at me, smiled and said, "Judy, if I didn't think it would look fine, I wouldn't have suggested it. Just trust me. You have always been happy with your looks after all of your previous appointments. I can assure you that you will like how your hair looks when I am done." With that, she seated me in front of the shampoo bowl, placed a blue shampoo cape over my clothes and leaned me back until my neck rested in the bowl cutout. For protection and more, Tina then put both a pink shampoo cape and a pink cobbler's apron over her clothes since she was going to be using a lot of things that could leave nasty stains on fabrics, especially satins and denims. After a gentle and relaxing shampoo and conditioning, Tina wrapped a towel around my head and had me sit up. We then moved to her styling station. She clipped a dry towel around my shoulders and then tied a fitted plastic cap with a lot of holes in it over my hair. "This is how we will frost your hair," she said. "I will use a special needle to pull the strands of your hair through the cap. Once we have all of the strands that we want to frost outside the cap, I will apply the frosting solution." I nodded in semi-understanding. Working quickly and carefully, Tina began to pull the strands of my hair through the plastic cap. I just sat there in amazement and watched our reflection in the mirror as she did it. After about fifteen minutes, she looked at me and said, "Once that hair is frosted, it should give you a nice contrast to your existing hair color." Before she went back and mixed the chemicals, Tina took a few pictures of me for our respective scrapbooks. After putting on plastic gloves and preparing the frosting solution, she took a small brush and thoroughly coated each strand of hair that was protruding through the cap. When she had finished coating these strands, she took a few pictures of the in-process product. Just from looking in the mirror at this point, I wasn't sure if the result would turn out as well as Tina had promised. Next came a plastic cap, like a shower cap, that covered the frosted hair. "This cap will seal in the heat from the reaction of the chemicals with your hair," she said. "It will take about fifteen minutes for the frosting to be completed." She handed me a ladies magazine to read while the frosting was in process and told me that she would be with me in a little bit. I was enjoying the sensations of sitting there in my denim skirt and soft blouse, having my hair frosted in Tina's salon. I realized that I was very happy that I had decided to let Tina frost my hair and smiled appreciatively at her. When it was time, Tina took me back to the shampoo bowl, had me in a reclining position at the shampoo bowl, took off the outer plastic cap and rinsed the remaining solution off of my hair. She then removed the plastic frosting cap and took me back to her styling station. My hair was then sectioned and wound on perm rods with end papers. After wrapping the outer edge of my hair with wide cotton wrapping and handing me a towel for my eyes, Tina proceeded to apply the permanent solution to each of the perm rods, thoroughly soaking each one. A plastic bag was clipped in place over my hair and the perm rods and I again proceeded to read more in the magazine while the perm took. Occasionally, I would have to wipe my eyes to ease the irritation caused by the excess perm solution runoff from my hair. I was oblivious to the time as I relished each part of this new experience. Once the perm had processed, Tina took the plastic bag and the cotton wrapping off of my head and again took me to the shampoo bowl where she thoroughly rinsed my hair and applied the neutralizer. I sat there for several minutes while the neutralizer worked. After removing the perm rods, Tina took me to her styling station, rolled my hair and put me under a dryer. Once completely dry, I was back at Tina's styling station where she proceeded to style my freshly frosted and permed hair. She asked that I not look at myself in the mirror until she was done. Since the salon was adorned with many mirrors, the only way that I could comply was to keep my eyes closed, which was difficult because I eagerly wanted to see the finished product even before Tina was done. Finally, I felt her spray a generous amount of hair spray and then she turned the styling chair toward the mirror. "OK Judy. Open your eyes. You can look now," she said. I slowly opened my eyes, not sure of what I expected to see or whether I wanted to see the result. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was amazed at how nice both my frosting and my permanent had turned out. There were indications of the different color from the frosting throughout my hair. However, it was not excessive nor did it call any undue attention to me. My hairstyle showed a gentle wave throughout from the permanent. "I gave you a body perm rather than a curly one," Tina said "because I thought it would create the best style for you and would be the easiest to maintain." I sat there awestruck, looking at my reflection admiring my freshly frosted and permed hair. Tina produced the camera and took pictures of the finished product while I beamed at her. She then removed my shampoo cape and started to straighten up her styling station. I stood and reached for her to give her a big hug of thanks. This, of course, led to a passionate kiss and some intense fondling of each other. We broke our passionate embrace only for as long as it took Tina to close up the shop and safely drive us back to her house. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening enjoying each other's charms while in varying states of dress and undress. Chapter 3 New Year's Day gave way to the rest of January. The second semester began with the new schedule of classes. There was also the regular routine of hair appointments, salon cleanings and weekends with Tina. Many of my female classmates, both those who knew me during the first semester and the new ones from the current semester complimented me on both my permanent and on my frosting. Some even said that they were glad that I could really appreciate the finer points of good hair care. All seemed delighted that I wasn't like one of those macho types who scorned their softer sides. Several of them even asked where I had my hair done. Naturally, I glowingly recommended Tina's salon to them. A few tried it and later told me how good Tina and the other stylists were at their craft and how nice they were also. This additional word of mouth advertising helped Tina's thriving business grow even more. Every weekend would find Tina and me together, from the close of the salon on Saturday evening until dawn on Monday. Sometimes, we would go out to eat and take in a movie. Other times, we might attend an on-campus cultural event like a play or a concert. For those occasions we would proceed to get dressed in our dressier outfits. Sometimes we would just get a pizza and spend the entire evening cuddled up on Tina's couch watching television. Saturday nights would find us donning soft negligees and getting between satin sheets as we slept in each other's arms. Sundays would always see us getting dressed in our Sunday best, going to church and then going out to a nice place to eat. No one in the congregation suspected that I was other than a female friend of Tina's. Monday morning would find us reluctantly returning to our weekday routines. Valentine's Day fell on a Saturday this year, so after the salon closed, Tina and I changed into red satin lingerie, red knee-length, satin dresses and red 3-inch heels and went out to a nice restaurant to celebrate the spirit of the day. Naturally, upon returning to her house, we each put on a red satin negligee and really celebrated the reason for the day. Around the end of March, I let Tina do another frosting and perm on my hair. This time, it was done while Bonnie and Kathy were still in the salon styling the hair of some of their clients. When I sat down at Tina's station with the frosting cap on my head, they both smiled at me and gave me knowing looks. When Tina was finished, both Bonnie and Kathy hugged me and complimented me on my appearance. My grades continued to be excellent and this enabled me to continue to dress en femme, especially on weekends, and have my hair done at Tina's. Furthermore, Tina and I were enjoying a great relationship. Also, she continued to expand my wardrobe of French maid's uniforms. In addition to my original uniforms in black, red and light blue satin, I now had French maid's uniforms in royal blue, pink, Kelly green and white satin. Tina told me that she had plans to get me one in lavender and maybe one in light green also. All were trimmed in white with white aprons and lacy caps except for the white uniform, which was trimmed in black and had a matching black apron. Everything seemed to be going very well. Would things get better in the future? I certainly hoped so. However, only time would tell. Chapter 4 One night at the beginning of April, I started thinking about going to the Freshman Formal at the end of the month. This was the Freshman Class's equivalent to the Senior Prom. A date was not required in order to attend, nor was a date of the opposite gender required. After finishing my tasks around the salon, I asked Tina if she would like to go with me to the Formal. She asked if I would feel uncomfortable going with her because she was ten years my senior. I told her that the age difference didn't mean anything to me. She had accepted me as I was. She had introduced me to so much that was new and wonderful and different, from my weekly hair styling, to my French maid's uniforms to all of the pretty clothes that she had gotten for me. We had even shared her bed on many, many occasions. I didn't even think about the age difference between us. I very definitely wanted her to attend the Formal with me. She just stared at me for a moment before reaching out and hugging me tightly. "Are we both going to wear formal gowns," she asked? "Of course," I replied. She again hugged me tightly. We made plans to go shopping the next evening for our gowns. "Wear something other than one of your French maid's uniforms," she suggested. "I don't think the clerks would know what to think if you came prancing in there in a short satin uniform with a starched crinoline and 4-inch heels." The next evening I appeared at the salon wearing a long, full denim skirt, a white cotton short sleeve blouse, white satin lingerie, black stockings and black patent 2-inch heels. I greeted Bonnie and Kathy as they were leaving. Bonnie told me that I looked nice tonight. Kathy said that I just didn't look the same, since I wasn't wearing one of my pretty French maid's uniforms that evening. I told them that Tina and I were going shopping for formal gowns for each of us after I finished cleaning. Kathy said she hoped that I would find something pretty. Bonnie said that the next time she saw me, she wanted me to describe any gowns that I had tried on and/or bought. This evening, I think I cleaned the salon and finished my tasks in record time. Tina was wearing a white cotton blouse and a flared print skirt. She drove us to a bridal and formal shop about forty-five minutes away. "I figured we might have a better selection in a place where we weren't competing against every other woman in town for a gown for the same dance. Also, this is where I got our gowns that we wore last New Year's Eve. You were satisfied with that gown, weren't you?" I agreed that my New Year's Eve gown was beautiful, felt nice and fit very well. I was glad that we were going to try to get our Freshman Formal gowns at the same location. We parked on their adjacent parking lot. As we approached the front door, I longingly looked at the gowns, both formal and bridal, that were on display in the window. Each type of gown had an appeal to me in a different way. Two sales associates greeted Tina and me as we entered. The one asked if she could help us. Tina replied that we were looking for long gowns for a formal dance at the end of the month. The two associates, Janet and Virginia, showed us toward the racks of formal gowns. I looked longingly across the store at the row upon row of white satin bridal gowns. Tina must have read my mind because she leaned over to me and whispered, "Not tonight, Judy. However, I promise that we will come back sometime and look at and try on those pretty bridal gowns. I would love to see you wearing a nice white satin gown, hoop crinoline and a veil. I think you would look very pretty as a bride. However, this evening, let's concentrate on finding our special dresses for the Freshman Formal." I sighed and reluctantly agreed with her. Virginia first asked us what size we were looking for and, after finding out that we both were looking for a size 12, asked if we were looking for any particular style. I commented that style was not important to us but that we each wanted a gown that looked good on us and that felt good while we were wearing it. After looking at several styles, Tina and I each selected three gowns to try on. While Janet stood by to assist Tina with zipping up each of her selections, Virginia stood ready to assist me with that same chore. The first gown was a red satin sheath with wide straps and a square neckline. After I had it on, Virginia came into the fitting room and zipped me up. Tina had brought her camera, so, by default, Virginia became the photographer for the evening. She took a few pictures of me in the red gown. Tina and I both stepped out of our fitting rooms and looked at each other in our gowns. She was wearing an Empire gown with a high waist and a long loose skirt of emerald green satin. The neckline of the gown exposed an ample portion of her breasts to view. "Do you think this may be a little too daring for the Freshman Formal," she asked? I said that I thought it might be. We commented on how our gowns felt and then went back and tried on the next one. My second gown was sleeveless, fitted to the waist with a flowing skirt and straight neckline in black satin. While it looked and felt nice, it just didn't seem right. The third gown was a full-skirted pink satin gown with wide straps and a rounded neckline that would require a crinoline or two underneath it. I loved the style but was not impressed with the color. Virginia asked me to wait for a minute and let her see what she could find in the back. A few moments later, she came into my fitting room with two more gowns of the same style, one in a light green, the other in a royal blue. It was love at first sight with the royal blue satin. Before Virginia would let me try it on, she went out and got two full-skirted crinolines for me to have on under the gown. "This will let you experience the full effect of the gown when you look at yourself," she said. Virginia lowered the first crinoline over my head and down my body, securing it at my waist. She reminded me that I would also need an ankle-length slip under the gown. The second crinoline was then placed over the first. Virginia then helped me into the gown. As she zipped me in, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I loved the way the gown looked and felt on me. It was a good thing that I had tucked myself in properly, otherwise my heightened state of excitement might be very visible. While it felt strange to walk with a long gown and the two crinolines, I soon moved with a comfortable air and an easy grace. Tina came into my fitting room and eyed me approvingly. "I love the style and the fabric of that gown and how it looks on you," she said. "The color of the gown sets off the color of your hair and of your complexion. You look absolutely great." At that moment, Tina looked pretty great herself. She was wearing a strapless black satin gown that was fitted to the waist and then gently flowed into a wider skirt. I told her how terrific she looked. "Well, I guess these will be our gowns for the dance," she said. Janet produced two pair of white elbow length gloves for us to wear with our gowns. After we put them on to complete our appearance, Virginia again acted as the photographer and took several pictures of each of us alone and then several pictures of us together. Janet commented on how beautiful we looked and said that once we had our hair and makeup done, we would look tremendous. I blushed at her compliment, while Tina expressed our thanks. We then changed back into our skirts and blouses and returned to the salon showroom. Virginia asked what type of shoes we would like to be wearing, and after finding out our sizes, went off to see what shoes she could find that would match our gowns. When she came back, she didn't seem overly optimistic. "Judy, the only pair of shoes that I have in your size that would match the blue gown have 4-inch heels. Do you want that much heel or would you rather have something lower?" I told her that the 4-inch heel would be fine. When Tina heard my comment, she indicated to Virginia that 4-inch heels would be fine for her also. Virginia then produced two pairs of 4-inch heels, one in a royal blue with open toes that matched my gown and an identical pair in black that went with Tina's dress. After trying them on, we both said that we would take them. Additionally, she had matching evening bags that we also purchased. As they had lingerie in stock that matched our gowns, Janet convinced us to include our lingerie also, rather than try to find everything that matched at the last minute. Tina got a strapless black satin bra-slip, panties and garter belt. I selected a royal blue satin bra, panties, ankle-length slip and garter belt. "You ladies will definitely be the Belles of the Ball," Janet told us as we paid for our purchases. We thanked both her and Virginia for their assistance. Tina broadly hinted that we might be back one day for a white satin wedding dress or two. I just beamed as she said this. After again thanking them for their assistance, we headed for the car and for Tina's house, where my gown would stay until the Freshman Formal in a few weeks. Chapter 5 On the journey home, Tina and I talked about our shopping trip and the different gowns that we had tried on. She commented on how nice I looked in the full-skirted royal blue satin. I said how nice it felt, even with both crinolines on under the skirt. I again complimented her on how good the black strapless gown seemed to fit her and how pretty she looked in it. We also talked about the various styles of bridal gowns that we saw and about going back one day and trying some of them on. I told Tina that I would really be looking forward to that special day when I could have that unique experience. As we neared town, Tina commented that she had never seen my apartment. I said it wasn't anything special, that it just the typical small student apartment. She persisted in wanting to see it. Finally, I relented and agreed to show her my home away from home. I gave her directions on how to get there. When she had parked the car, she commented on how close I really lived to her salon. We got out of the car and headed for my apartment. While I was reaching into my purse for my keys, I heard a woman's voice behind me ask, "Pardon me. Is this the apartment of Jerry Daniels?" I froze for a few seconds as I realized who was speaking. I then slowly turned around to face my mother. "Hello Mother," I said. "To say that I am surprised to see you is an understatement. What brings you here tonight?" It took a moment or two for Tina to realize what was happening. It took a little longer for my mother to realize that this was her son who was standing before her wearing a skirt, blouse and heels. "Jerry, is that you," she asked with disbelief in her voice? After a pregnant pause, I turned to Tina and said, "Tina, I would like you to meet my mother, Sharon Daniels. Mom, I would like you to meet a very special young lady in my life, Tina Roberts. Come in and let's talk about your visit and why you see me in this different attire." With that, I turned, opened the door and led Tina and my mother into my apartment. Well, it looked like something was about to hit the fan. Mom had been waiting outside my apartment for me to return. However, when I returned home, it is not her son Jerry that greeted her. It is my femme persona Judy and my able and willing accomplice Tina that walked up to the door. My mother was obviously quite taken aback by my appearance. To her credit however, she didn't start ranting and raving over my appearance. Despite her apparent shock, she seemed relatively calm. I opened the door to my apartment and led Tina and Mom inside. Chapter 6 Tina and I sat on the small sofa; Mom sat on the matching chair. I had made sure to carefully smooth my skirt under me as I sat. Mom looked at me for a bit, taking in the entire picture of me in women's clothing, my hair frosted and permed and with makeup on my face. Naturally, she had a questioning look on her face and, I am sure, a thousand questions in her mind. For the next hour, while Tina gently held my hand, I related everything to Mom. I told her how, as a teenager, I had become fascinated with the softness of her lingerie when I saw it during an exploration of her room and how I had then started wearing her things around that same time. I told her that I knew that she would never notice any disarray with her things because she was never concerned with the neatness of her lingerie drawer. This statement caused Mom to briefly smile before I continued. I mentioned how I had even purchased some items of clothing during my junior and senior years of high school and had worn them when she and Dad were away. Of course, I related how the fulfillment of a fantasy to have my hair done in a beauty salon had led me to Tina's salon and started our relationship that had grown ever since I had met her. Tina had even given me the name of Judy for when I was en femme. I explained that Tina required me to show her all of my grades. If my grades slipped, I would be prohibited from coming into her salon, from dressing in her presence and from being with her until such time as my grades improved. I even mentioned that I earned extra money by cleaning the salon every evening after it closed and that I wore a different French maid's uniform each night. Additionally, I showed Mom my photo album containing all of the pictures Tina had taken of me in various states of dress and undress and with my hair receiving various treatments. Lastly, I said that Tina and I had just returned from shopping for the evening gowns that we would wear to the Freshman Formal at the end of the month. When I finally paused for breath, Mom's first questions were, "Did you find something nice? Is it long or short? May I see you in it? May I actually see you in one of your maid's uniform rather than seeing pictures of you in it? I must have had a surprised look on her face at her reaction, since Mom then said, "Seeing you dressed in a nice skirt and blouse is obviously a surprise to me. However, it is not something that offends me or turns me off. I sensed a softness, a difference about you when you were younger. I felt that you might have had this or some similar desire in your heart and mind when you let your hair grow to almost shoulder length while you were still in high school, even though your father and I were constantly after you to have it properly cut. I trust that you are wearing the appropriate lingerie with all of these fashions?" I nodded and said yes. "Do you wear satin or cotton," she asked? When I replied that my lingerie was satin including my garter belt, Mom nodded approvingly and commented, "I'm glad to see that you are appreciating the finer points of dressing as a woman. I'm also glad that you seem to prefer stockings to pantyhose. I know that stockings and a garter belt make me feel so feminine." Mom then looked at Tina and said, "From looking at these pictures and from watching you holding his hand during this entire narration, I sense that you care deeply for both Jerry and Judy. You are even concerned that he does not neglect his studies for the sake of enjoying the benefits of being a woman. I think that is great. I am glad that he has found someone who is caring like you rather than someone who would be exploitative and domineering." With that, Mom got out of the chair and came over and first gave Tina a big hug and then gave me a big hug also. "I had always wanted a daughter. However, after you were born, my doctor advised against trying to have any more children. She said that my chances for serious harm or death were far too great. So, I took her advice, had my tubes tied and put away my dream of having a daughter. Now, through you, it looks like I may be able to realize my dream, even if it is only on a part-time basis. I looked at Mom and asked her why she was here. She said, "Well, your father had a dreary business trip and I chose not to accompany him on this one. I thought that I would drop by and surprise you since your birthday is coming up shortly. I guess I was the one that was surprised." She then asked if she could see our new gowns. Tina and I went out to the car and brought everything in. Once we were back inside, the fashion show began. First, Tina changed into her gown while Mom and I chatted. She commented on how nice the gown looked on Tina and that not every woman looks good in a strapless gown. After Tina had changed back into her skirt and blouse, it was my turn. I changed into my lingerie, heels, crinolines and gown and went to the living room show Mom. She told me that she liked the style, color and fabric of the gown and that it fit me beautifully. Mom also said that with my mannerisms, hair and makeup, I made a marvelous woman. I asked her which of my French maid's uniform she would like to see. I told her which colors I had. Mom said that she would like to see me in the Kelly green one. Again, I left Mom and Tina chatting while I changed. Tina had found the kitchen and had made some tea for the both of them. I soon returned to the living room wearing my Kelly green satin uniform, starched crinoline, ruffled panties, black stockings, 4-inch heels and my white apron. As I faced Mom, I gave her a nice curtsy. She and Tina both smiled at my delicate action. Mom commented on how nice I looked in satin, especially the satin maid's uniform. We sat there talking for quite some time. I explained the various poses depicted in the pictures. Mom had an occasional comment, such as how nice I looked with my hair in rollers or how pretty I was in my lingerie. She did ask if Tina and I were doing more than just being together in a platonic sense. "Are you two sleeping together," she asked forthrightly. Tina and I looked at each other and blushed before Tina answered. "We spend the entire weekend together, from the time the salon closes on Saturday until Monday morning. Judy is present the entire time. Yes, we sleep together, in very pretty negligees and we take advantage of the closeness to enjoy each other's body. Every Sunday morning, Judy and I dress nicely and go to church." As she paused, Mom said, "I'm glad to see that you and Judy are going to church regularly. I would have been surprised, though, if you two had not behaved as normal, intelligent people in close contact with each other, regardless of what you are wearing. I am very happy for both of you." Suddenly, everyone realized the lateness of the hour and that the morning would be here all too quickly. Mom asked if she could take us out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate my birthday? Tina and I both agreed. Tina suggested I come in tomorrow after class and have my hair done before we went out. She said she would have an outfit there for me to change into after she finished. Mom asked Tina if she would also do her hair tomorrow. Tina readily agreed. Finally, we all packed up our new gowns and returned them to Tina's car, so that she could keep them at her place until the dance. After hugs were exchanged all around, we parted, saying we would see each other tomorrow. I walked back to my apartment, listening to my heels hit the ground, while thinking about what a wonderful turn this evening had taken. Chapter 7 Classes that day seemed to drag by. When I finally was finished with my last class, I raced to my apartment, changed into white satin lingerie, put on a knee-length pleated skirt, a matching blouse and 2-inch heels, picked up my purse and headed for Tina's salon. Mom was already there, wearing a shampoo cape, her hair already up in rollers, a hairnet securely in place. She was one of those women that ages gracefully, and now, even in her early fifties, she possessed an elegance and a beauty that encompass her, even when her hair is in rollers. It didn't take Tina long to shampoo my hair and have it in rollers also. Of course, she put the pink hairnet over my rollers. Tina wanted a "mother-daughter" picture of both of us in shampoo capes, rollers and hairnets. We were then seated side by side under the dryers. Every once in a while, I would see Mom look at me approvingly as she continued to absorb my new appearance. I noticed Bonnie and Kathy regularly glancing over at Mom and I and smiling. Once we were dry, Tina did my hair first so that I could change while she was combing out Mom. I quickly changed into a gray, satin, long sleeve blouse and long black full skirt. I put on the gold watch, necklace and earrings that were there. I had also placed the requisite sanitary pad and belt under my panties between my legs. While I was finishing with my makeup, Tina came back to change. I went out to wait with Mom. She was wearing a classic navy dress with white heels and gold jewelry. As I said, she radiates elegance. Mom told me how nice my hair, makeup and outfit looked. I thanked her for the compliment. Mom asked if my femme self had a middle name or did I just go by Judy. I said that we had only developed a first name for me. "Well," Mom said, "since your initials are JA for Jerald Alexander, I think your femme self should also be JA for Judith Ann." I said that it sounded nice. Tina soon joined us wearing a white satin blouse, long blue skirt and navy heels along with her gold jewelry. Mom told her that my full name now was to be Judith Ann Daniels. Tina smiled and nodded in agreement. Tina offered to drive and Mom handed her the keys to her big car. We went to a fine restaurant, turned the car over to valet parking and went inside. Mom complimented me on the ladylike manner in which I exited the car. "I've noticed that you seem to have mastered many of the feminine graces, from makeup to walking in heels to gracefully exiting a car while wearing a skirt," she said. I blushed and then I told her that I even wore a sanitary pad between my legs on a regular basis. She smiled knowingly at me and said, "I am glad to see that my new daughter has obviously become a woman in that regard. Do you use tampons also?" I blushed and said that I only used pads. Once inside, Mom spoke to the hostess about a table for the three of us. Very shortly, the hostess seated us in a quiet part of the room where we would be able to talk. After ordering, we sat there and talked. Mom admitted that she had many regrets about not having a daughter to dress up in pretty things and to spoil. However, her biggest regret was that she would not be able to pass down her wedding gown to her daughter. My interest really picked up on that comment. Tina took notice of the comment and my reaction, but said nothing for the moment. Mom continued, "I visit my friends and see the pictures around the room of their daughters wearing white wedding dresses and veils. Some have even boasted that the daughter wore the mother's wedding gown on the daughter's own special day. Every time I saw the pictures or heard about someone's daughter wearing her mother's gown, it hurt me deeply." At this point, Tina looked at me and then at Mom and asked, "Sharon, now that you have a daughter, even if it is only part-time, would you like to have pictures of Judy in your wedding gown?" Mom looked at Tina and then at me and said, "That would be wonderful. Are you two planning on getting married already?" Tina replied, "No, first Judy has to finish school before we would consider taking that step. However, Judy could wear your wedding gown; I will dress as her Maid of Honor and you would serve as the mother of the bride. We could have pictures taken with the three of us, including the individual shots of our beautiful bride. Then, at least, you would have the pictures to adorn the shelves of your room and you wouldn't have to wait years for us to marry." Mom sat there in stunned silence for a few seconds and then replied, "Tina, that is a wonderful idea. I am so glad you thought of it. However, what will we do if my gown won't fit Judy? I am back to not having any pictures of my daughter as a bride nor any prospects of seeing that happen." Tina said, "I know that you really want to see Judy in your wedding gown. You could bring the gown here after Judy has finished her exams to see if it fits. However, if it does not fit her, we can always go to the bridal shop where we got our formal gowns last night and get Judy a wedding gown of her very own. Hopefully, they will have something off the rack that would fit her without having to make any alterations. Either way, with your gown or a new one, Judy would be the bride. We could then schedule a Saturday in June for the big event. Two of my stylists could meet us at my house and do our hair and makeup. Then we could help Judy become the bride of her dreams and yours also. Jennifer, one of my customers and a very good friend, is a professional photographer, specializing in weddings and bridal portraits. I am sure that I could get her to be our photographer." As Tina finished speaking, I looked at Mom. Even though she was beaming, she had tears rolling down her cheeks. She saw my look of concern and told me not to worry. She told us that she was only shedding tears of joy and happiness over this unexpected turn of events. She excused herself for a few minutes and went to repair her makeup. When she returned, we all enjoyed a delightful meal. The conversation during that time centered on when in June we would get together for our wedding pictures. Mom even told Tina to get a really pretty Maid of Honor dress and not to worry about the cost. "Get something that you and Judy both like. After we finish dinner, I will give you a check to cover both your gown and the wedding lingerie for my daughter's wedding and wedding night," Mom said. When Tina started to object, Mom hushed her by saying that the mother of the bride usually footed the bill for all of the expenses surrounding her daughter's wedding, including the flowers and the photographer. "Make sure that you arrange for Jennifer to do the photos and pick out a nice bouquet for the bride and for the Maid of Honor," Mom said. "Judy, I have a check for you for your birthday. May I suggest that you get a few more French maid's uniforms, especially in light green, lavender, gold and a lighter shade of red? I think those colors would look lovely on you." We both expressed our thanks for Mom's generous offer and for my birthday present. Nevertheless, I was concerned about what Dad would say when he saw the check for Tina. "He won't say a thing, since he never sees my checkbook. I just ask him for more money whenever I need it. He indulges me my spending. Don't worry, your father can afford all of this and more many times over." We chatted during the rest of dinner, about the possibility of my really being a June bride. The pleasant evening ended all too quickly. Mom picked up the tab for dinner saying that this was my birthday dinner. "I guess we celebrated both Jerry's and Judy's birthday, she said. When we got back to Tina's salon and exited the car, we exchanged big hugs. While I was hugging Mom, she told me to continue keeping my grades up, listen to Tina, make sure that I got those new French maid's uniforms and enjoy all of the feminine experiences that I encountered. She assured me that I looked great in everything I wore, especially my French maid's uniforms. I assured Mom that I would take her advice to heart. She left saying that she would keep in touch with both of us concerning my bridal day. Chapter 8 After that wonderful evening, the rest of April literally flew by. All of a sudden, the day of the Freshman Formal was upon us. I went to Tina's salon early that day to have Bonnie work her magic on me. Kathy was already working her magic on Tina, although Tina did not need very much. I had told Bonnie earlier about my royal blue gown and had shown her the pictures taken when I bought it. She told me how pretty it was and how nice I looked in it. She did my hair, nails and makeup so that everything about my appearance went together. When Tina and I left her salon, I was practically glowing with my new hairdo and the appearance of my face and my nails. We went to Tina's and changed into our gowns. It again felt heavenly to put on my sensuous lingerie and wear the two crinolines. I let my gown slide down my body and then had Tina zip up the back. I then zipped her gown. If I had done any more at that moment, we wouldn't have gotten to the dance. We each put on our gloves. While we were doing this, the doorbell rang. Tina answered it and returned with two corsage boxes. She took out a beautiful wrist corsage that matched my gown and presented it to me. I gracefully put it on my wrist. She also placed her corsage on her wrist. We stepped out of the house and entered the limousine that Mom had rented for us for the evening. Tina and I sat in the back giggling like a pair of schoolgirls on their way to their first big dance, which was true in my case. Dinner that evening was at the same restaurant that we had gone to with Mom. As it turned out, Mom had given Tina strict instructions to go there before the Freshman Formal. The hostess informed us, as she seated us, that Mom had left a substantial down payment on our dinner. If we exceeded what had already been paid, Mom would be billed for the rest. Thanks to Mom's generosity, we enjoyed an outstanding dinner and left a generous tip. From there, it was on to the Formal. Obviously, there were many of the traditional boy-girl couples in attendance. There were several guys there without a date as there were several girls that were also dateless. Additionally, there were several couples, beside Tina and me, which appeared to be two girls together. The array of the gowns in their style and their color was breathtaking. The band played many of the old standards. Tina and I danced close to quite a few. We were not the only two people wearing gowns that danced together. Other couples, with both partners seeming to be women, wearing beautiful gowns, also danced together. It felt wonderful to be in Tina's arms while she guided me around the dance floor. The skirt of my gown floated with each step that I took. Tina moved with her natural style and grace in her strapless gown. Even though we presented the appearance of two women, we were told by many that we made a very pretty couple. At one point, we went to where the skilled photographer was set up to have professional portraits of the evening taken. We posed with me in the front and Tina behind me, her arms around my waist. I asked if the photographer could pose us so that at least some of Tina's gown was visible. He followed my request to the letter. We also had the photographer take individual shots of each of us. Thanks to Mom's generosity we were able to order and pay for six copies of each print, two for Tina, two for me and two for Mom. When we saw the pictures later, we both marveled at how well they all had turned out. The last dance of the evening again found us on the dance floor, in each other's arms. Like so many of the other couples, we engaged in a long kiss while we danced, our hands fondling each other through the softness of our gowns. With my gown and crinolines, Tina really had to work, but she made sure that I could feel her hands caressing my bottom through the layers of fabric. We settled back into the limo and regretfully headed back to Tina's house, sad that this part of the wonderful evening was over. However, once at Tina's there were other wonderful experiences to enjoy that occurred after we changed from our gowns and lingerie into our negligees. Needless to say, this turned out to be one of the few Sundays that we missed church. Chapter 9 May brought the end of the semester and another great grade report, all A's and one B (English again). Tina and I were both overjoyed at my continued academic success. Mom, Tina and I had talked and we decided that I should continue through the summer with my studies so that I could graduate early. I would continue working at Tina's in the evenings. This also meant that I could continue to dress en femme. We had agreed that the second Saturday in June would be my bridal day. Tina had gotten a beautiful Maid of Honor gown in dark green satin with a full skirt and crinoline and a matching headpiece. She had also taken Mom's advice and gotten me my white satin bridal lingerie as well as three white satin negligees. Mom also had encouraged Tina to get herself some negligees also. While Tina looked for her Maid of Honor dress, I almost drooled over the nearness and the beauty of all of those white satin bridal gowns. Mom showed up the third weekend of May. We met at Tina's house as planned. Mom brought a big box into the living room. "This is only my wedding gown," she said. "My veil was too fragile and could not stand up to time." She explained that after her wedding, she had preserved her wedding gown in the hope that her daughter would, one day, be able to wear it at her own wedding. That idea had long since been forgotten. She now had a twofold hope that she voiced. "Judy, I want to see if my gown will fit my beautiful part-time daughter. If so, then you can wear it in June for our photo session. If not, we will go shopping for a wedding gown for you. My other hope to both you and Tina is that, based on the depth of the feelings that I sense between the two of you, maybe some day if you marry, we can have the real wedding ceremony where my gown would be worn, hopefully by Judy. On that point though, I am not going to rush you two into any hasty decisions. Now let's see if we need to go buy you the entire wedding ensemble or if we just need to get you a veil. Here, go put these on." I took the bag that Mom handed me. It contained a set of white satin lingerie. "I thought Tina purchased that when she got her Maid of Honor dress," I asked? "Mom just smiled and said that a girl can never have too much satin lingerie. I went back to Tina's room to change while Mom and Tina got the gown ready. I took off everything that I was wearing and put on the soft satin lingerie, including garter belt and slip. For now, I wore nude stockings rather that the white bridal ones. It took a few minutes before I returned to Tina and Mom. Before I returned, I made sure that I had a sanitary pad in place. I didn't want to stain Mom's gown because of an unprotected accident. When I returned to the living room, there, spread out on the sofa, was Mom's gown. It was beautiful. Part of me wanted to be able to wear it and part of me wanted to go shopping for my own wedding gown. I stood in the center of the room while they lifted the gown up and lowered onto my body. After settling it around my waist, they held the top up so that I could put my arms into the sleeves. Mom then buttoned the back of the gown up, all 36 buttons. We all held our breath until Mom finished, hoping that the gown would fit and not be too tight. With the last button in place, we all started smiling. The gown fit beautifully. I stood there looking down at the gown. It was essentially a satin sheath with long sleeves and a rounded neckline. The skirt of the gown flared slightly. However, the silhouette was nevertheless that of a sheath. Tina then attached the satin train to the gown and straightened it out. When she saw that the gown fit, Mom almost started crying. It took a few seconds for her to compose herself. "Judy, my gown fits you very well and looks wonderful on you. You will make a very pretty bride. I am so glad that I can now pass my wedding gown down to you." With that, she hugged me tightly. Tina told me how pretty I looked also and then hugged me. Then Tina proceeded to take an entire roll of pictures of me in Mom's wedding gown. Many were by myself in different poses, some were with Mom and some were with Tina. By the time we were finished, I was reluctant to take the gown off. Once out of the gown and long slip, I put on my regular slip, blouse and skirt and touched up my makeup. We then went shopping for my veil. Virginia again waited on us. She was very pleased to find that I wanted a bridal veil. When she started to suggest that we look at wedding gowns also, Mom said, while that would be nice, that I would be wearing her wedding gown. Virginia was thrilled with this idea and asked for a description of my gown, which Mom readily supplied. There were several different styles that we looked at. I tried on veil with a Juliet cap headpiece and did not like it. Next, I tried on a tiara headpiece and veil. It didn't take long for both Tina and Mom to veto that one. Finally, I tried on a veil with a headpiece made out of satin roses. As it was pinned to my hair, I started to feel that this was the one. The crown of roses encircled the top of my head. The fingertip blusher fell nicely in front of my face. Additionally, netting flowed down my back that would enhance the satin train of the gown. I absolutely loved it. Fortunately, Tina and Mom loved it also. In addition to the veil, Mom got me a pair of 4-inch white heels to wear with my gown. Mom suggested that we each get a new negligee. Tina started to say that Mom had already gotten us several beautiful sets. Mom hushed her by saying that, like satin lingerie, a girl can never have enough pretty negligees. With that, we each selected another satin negligee. Mine was in royal blue satin. Tina's was in golden satin. Mom selected a lovely black silk negligee for herself. After paying for our selections, we left the store and returned to Tina's. All of us were beaming over the course of events. Chapter 10 The intervening weeks from trying on Mom's gown and seeing that it fit until the actual photo session in June seemed to drag by, even though it was only twenty-one days. Arrangements were made with Bonnie and Kathy to be at Tina's that special June Saturday to make us all pretty. Kathy would do Mom and Tina and Bonnie would work on me. Tina ordered the flowers, including my bridal bouquet, her bouquet and a corsage for Mom. The flowers would be delivered that Saturday morning. We agreed that it would be nice to have a small wedding cake that I, as the bride, could cut and serve. Tina ordered the cake from a nearby bakery. Jennifer was contacted about being our photographer. When she found out what we were planning, she was elated. "I will do a very nice wedding album for each of you," Jennifer said. "Also, I will do a special album for the mother of the bride. Additionally, there will be enough copies of the individual and group portraits so that each of you will have at least one copy of each one. Judy, I am sure you will be a lovely bride. I will make sure that my photographs highlight your beauty and loveliness." I blushed at her compliment and thanked her for agreeing to photograph me on this special day. "I am glad you asked me," she said. "I wouldn't have wanted to miss this for anything. It's a shame that you aren't actually getting married, because there are so many more opportunities for good pictures before, during and after the ceremony." She also said that she would photograph me cutting the cake and sitting on a chair with my gown up above my knees exposing my bridal garter, and if I wanted, exposing my garters and white satin panties as well. The week before our photo wedding, I was at Tina's to be permed and frosted. Bonnie and Kathy were almost as excited about the upcoming event as I was. There was almost nonstop chatter among the four of us about it. While Tina finished with my hair, Kathy commented on how nice it looked. She was sure I was going to be a beautiful, blushing bride. Bonnie assured me that she would make sure that my hair and makeup were done flawlessly. Before I left, both girls gave me a big hug and they told me that they would see me Saturday morning. Thursday night, Tina painted my toenails and fingernails with several coats of a bright red nail polish. When she was done, my nails glistened, as if they were still wet. Tina used a slightly lighter shade of polish on herself. Friday afternoon, Mom came into town. She was staying at one of the major hotels in the area. After she was settled in, she called us inviting us out to dinner at what had become our favorite restaurant. After we agreed, Mom made the reservations. Tina wore a black satin blouse, long black skirt, 4-inch black heels and black satin lingerie. I wore a similar outfit, only all of my things were in red. With hair, nails and makeup nicely done, matching jewelry on our ears and around our necks and with several sprays of perfume strategically applied, we picked up our evening bags and went out to enjoy a fine dinner with Mom. Again we were seated in a corner table, where we could talk without being disturbed. Throughout the meal, we talked constantly about the wedding photos. At the end of the meal, Mom took both of my hands in hers and said, "Judy, I hope that you are as happy tomorrow as you have made me throughout this entire preparation time. I know that you will be beautiful. The pictures that are taken will grace my living room shelves. I will be proud to have them on display, showing my daughter wearing my wedding dress. Thank you." I looked at Mom and thanked her for making it all possible. Tina also thanked Mom for letting her play a part in this joyous occasion. We were all on the verge of misting up, before Mom regained her composure. Tina and I quickly recovered also. We all agreed that tomorrow was going to be a wonderful day. Chapter 11 Tina and I awoke early. When I reached over to lovingly touch and caress her, she playfully slapped my hand away. "No time for that now," she said. "There will be plenty of time later. Now go take a long, hot, soaking bath." I did as she requested. After I was finished with my bath and dried off, I dusted myself with her scented bath powder. I wrapped my towel around me, like a woman and went to Tina's room. Tina had laid out my lingerie. I quickly and carefully put on my garter belt and attached my white wedding stockings to it. I loved seeing my red toenails through my white stockings. Next came my silky white panties with tons of lace. I noticed that Tina had placed a sanitary pad there for me to use. I properly positioned it in my panties then I continued to draw them up my legs until they were properly in place. Before I put my bra on, I made sure that I slid the blue bridal garter onto my leg. I positioned it right above the top of my stockings. My bra, my breast forms and my long white slip were then quickly put on. I put on a white satin robe and white slippers and went to get my hair and makeup done. Everybody was already in the living room. Mom was having her makeup done while her hair was still up in rollers. Tina wore a plastic hair dryer bonnet on her head while her hair dried. Both were sitting there in their lingerie. Tina told me that the cake and the flowers had been delivered. I noticed Jennifer was there, already taking several pictures. I sat down and Bonnie fastened a pink shampoo cape around my neck. After washing my hair and lightly towel drying it, she combed and sectioned and rolled my hair. While I sat under the dryer, Mom went to get dressed and Tina had her makeup done. Once I was dry, Bonnie started doing my makeup. Foundation, powder, mascara, eye shadow, blush and lipstick were all carefully applied. The red of my lips matched the red of my nails. My lips also glistened as if they were wet. Bonnie then brushed out my hair and removed my shampoo cape. I looked at my image in the mirror. After all of Bonnie's work, I certainly had the basis for being a beautiful bride. I went back to Tina's room to take off my robe and slippers and get into my gown. Mom was there, wearing an ankle-length beige satin dress and jacket. Four-inch beige heels completed her outfit. I looked at how elegant she was and hoped that someday I could convey the same degree of elegance. Tina was dressed in her dark green full-skirted Maid of Honor gown, crinoline and matching heels. She had her bridesmaid headpiece pinned to her hair. I knew that Tina's satin lingerie matched her gown. Jennifer was taking pictures, even as I walked in. Before I was helped into the gown, I slipped my four-inch white heels onto my stocking-clad feet. Mom and Tina then lifted the dress up and lowered down onto my body, making sure not to muss my hair or makeup. With the gown around my waist, Tina held up the top and I slid my arms into the sleeves. Mom then did the necessary buttoning of the back of the gown. It seemed like it took her forever. Maybe, she was a little nervous in helping her new daughter get ready for her wedding photos. Finally, the task was finished. A pearl necklace and pearl earrings were placed around my neck and on my ears. Mom and Tina then attached the train to my gown. I carefully sat down while Tina pinned my veil and headpiece to my hair. Jennifer hadn't stopped taking pictures. As I sat there, looking at my reflection in the mirror, I simply glowed. I loved the image looking back at me, that of a beautiful woman in a beautiful satin wedding dress and veil, with her hair, makeup and nails done perfectly. Tina leaned down on one side of me to give me a hug and Mom did the same thing on the other. The pictures that Jennifer took of our reflected images in the mirror showed three beautiful women, attractively gowned, smiling and beaming. Mom checked me over to make sure that I had the "something old, something new." The old was Mom's wedding gown. The new was my lingerie and veil. The blue was my bridal garter. Mom then realized that I needed to have something borrowed. Tina quickly dug into a drawer and came up with a lace handkerchief. "Judy, you may borrow my handkerchief for this special occasion," she said. We then made our way into the living room for the remainder of the pictures. Bonnie and Kathy helped keep my train straight as I walked into the living room. Jennifer had me stand in front of a plain wall for the pictures. Tina made sure that I held my bridal bouquet throughout. I was looking toward the left in some shots and toward the right in others. In some, my veil was up and in others it was down. I think that Jennifer posed me in a hundred different positions during this photo shoot. At Mom's request, Jennifer even took several close-up shots where you could only see my face, my veil and a little bit of my chest. Again, shots were taken with my veil up and my veil down. Next came the pictures with Mom and then the pictures with my Maid of Honor Tina. In one, Mom has her arm around me and we are both beaming at the camera. In another, Mom is adjusting my veil. Still another had Mom straightening my bridal train. After a while, I lost track of the number of different mother-daughter poses. Jennifer finally allowed me to sit for a few minutes while she took several individual shots of Tina and Mom. Bonnie and Kathy set up a kitchen chair and covered it with white satin. While I sat there, Tina helped me inch my gown up to reveal my bridal garter. Jennifer would take another picture every time it was raised a few more inches. When the garter finally appeared, Jennifer told us to keep lifting the gown until my panties became visible. While I was a little embarrassed by this, Mom seemed to be enjoying it all. Once my panties were completely visible, Jennifer took a few more pictures and then allowed me to lower my gown. Pictures of the wedding cake were taken. Kathy handed me a cake knife and I proceeded to cut the first piece. As the traditional picture of the bride and groom feeding each other wedding cake was not an option today, Mom suggested that Jennifer have Tina and I engage in this time honored tradition. While Bonnie, Kathy, Jennifer and even Mom were giving us encouragement to make the usual mess with the wedding cake on the other's face, Tina and I looked and each other an