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