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It's fine by me
By Elaine 2003
It's fine by me.
It?s like he's thought of absolutely everything.
He'd sent me such detailed instructions that I'm not afraid of
forgetting what he wants me to do. He'd instructed me to arrive at his
hotel in New York by 9:00am, which confused me a little since his plane
wasn't due to arrive until much later that day.
However I did as he instructed and arrived at the hotel by the time
he'd demanded. I pulled up to the front and the valet told me that he'd
park my car. So I proceeded on into the lobby. Once inside, the
concierge guided me over to the registration desk and a nice young man
smiled warmly at me.
I tried to smile back but perhaps my nervousness showed through.
The receptionist seemed to know all about my arrival and immediately
signaled the bellhop to attend to my bags. Then he was to show me to
our suite. As he opened the door of the suite and I entered, I was
overwhelmed by the beauty of the room.
There were flowers arranged everywhere, some fruit and a bottle of
champagne cooling on the table with just two long glasses.
The bellhop showed me around the rooms, yes rooms, and when I offered
him a tip for dealing with my bags, his response was simple,
"Everything has all been taken care off Miss."
This was like a dream and I truly felt like a princess awaiting her
prince. As I soaked up this wonderful moment, the phone rang. I walked
over to it over the plush carpets.
I picked up the phone and expected it to be him. I was disappointed
that it wasn?t when I heard an American accent.
The man at the other end of the line said, ?Ms Blair, your limousine is
waiting for you outside whenever you're ready.?
"Limousine? What limousine?" I asked wondering what he meant.
"Oh the limousine that's been ordered for your exclusive use today."
"But where am I to go?? I bleated.
"The driver has your itinerary in the limousine," he replied. "Have a
nice day and thank you for staying with us."
So I picked up my purse, my coat and I shrugged as I looked at myself
in the mirror. I touched up my make-up and smiled at my womanly
reflection. I headed out of the room back the way I'd just come with my
heels again clicking on the hard floor of the lobby. The limousine
driver met me in the lobby and charmingly guided me into the back of
his white limousine with mysterious blacked out windows.
The first stop was a designer boutique that appeared to cater to a very
exclusive clientele. It was like I was already expected because
immediately Chantel the boutique manager met me at the entrance and I
was escorted me inside.
"My name's Chantal," she announced shaking my hand.
"What happens now?" I asked her unsure.
"Our client has given us carte blanche to help you choose a dress from
our latest collection for this evening," she said with a charming
French accent.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked still unsure.
"Nothing Ms Blair, just enjoy the experience. Everything has been taken
care of," she said.
"Taken care of?" I queried.
"Yes we have your new dress in the fitting room, please accompany me,"
she said.
"Don?t I get to pick my own dress?"
"No our client has already selected the dress from our latest range,
it's a fetching black elegant evening dress with all of the
accompaniments."
Her words just took my breath away. I wondered why he wouldn?t let me
decide but then it was also nice to know that he knew what he wanted
for me. As she led me into the opulent fitting room, I saw the most
beautiful dress hanging on the rail.
"We can close this door and no one can enter, Ms Blair," she said to
reassure me as she locked it behind us. "You may like to undress so we
can check the fitting."
"Undress here?"
"Yes," she said. "You'll be quite safe."
?Well then please call me Michelle, Miss Blair is way to formal.?
So within a few minutes I was standing there in nothing but my stay up
stockings, high cut lace panties and a matching bra. As I stood and she
placed a silk robe around my shoulders I felt glad that I chose to wear
my best matching lingerie.
"Before we fit the dress, there are some other undergarments that must
be worn," she said moving toward me with an elegant violet box. She
opened it up and undid some tissue paper to reveal a jet-black satin
corset with 3 suspenders on each side.
"I have to wear that?" I gulped as she held it up to show me the
detailed embroidery on the garment
"Yes I'm glad to say it's very necessary," Chantel replied. "If you'll
remove your bra please, we'll begin the fitting."
I expertly unhooked my bra and let it fall and was delighted to feel my
enhanced breasts bounce in their an unsupported state.
"Raise your arms above your head," she commanded.
I duly complied and she expertly wrapped the corset around my rib cage
and then went to the back to slowly tighten the laces. For someone who
has never worn a corset it was an interesting experience as the laces
began to tighten and then tighten again. After a short struggle, a tape
was wrapped my waist and she read it as 25 inches.
"Another little more to go my dear."
"How much?" I asked already struggling for breath.
"Not much more," she said tugging again. She moved on down my back
tightening the laces harder and harder. Until finally I was happy when
she started to tie them off. "There now that?s 24 inches."
The corset made my ample breasts seem bigger, although I secretly
wished them still larger My hips seemed to stand out too. When that was
done she quickly attached the garter straps to my stay up stocking
tops. Three on each side before finally adjusting them so the stockings
were pulled tighter up my legs than before.
"Now shoes," she said, "our client expressed the need for you to wear
something refined and elegant and we have just the right pair of shoes
for you."
She took out a pair of shoes from a box and I could see that the heels
were tall. Taller than I normally wore. I stood as she fitted them onto
my feet. They were really comfortable to wear despite the 3" elegant
spike heel. I smiled inwardly to myself, 'trust him to get these shoes
for me.'
"You carry your height very well Michelle," she said as I felt slightly
unsteady on the unfamiliar shoes.
"Thank you," I replied unsure what else to say.
"Now the dress," she said inviting me to walk over to the rail where it
was hanging. "But there is an underskirt that goes on first."
She helped me put it on and I could see that it was long and tight
around my thighs with a slit from the knees down past my calf muscles.
Finally I slipped the dress over my head and it slid down catching
slightly on my hips. With a little wiggle it completed its fall.
Chantel took some pins and started to tighten the fit of the dress even
more.
"We need to take in some material in the waist just a little and the
neckline needs to be a little lower but otherwise it fits fine," she
said smiling. "We'll make the alterations and bring the dress over
later this afternoon."
Then I was led to a full-length mirror and saw the way my figure had
been altered by the corset. No longer did I have an almost straight
torso but a real hourglass figure that I'd always wanted.
"Michelle, you have such long legs to die for," she said helping me to
step out of the dress.
"They're my best feature," I replied.
"It shouldn?t take very long to alter the dress," she said hanging it
back up on the rail.
"Do you know where to deliver?"
"Oh yes we even know your room number," she said making me wonder what
other plans he had for me, if he'd planned this so well.
Back into my own clothes Chantel spoke, ?Michelle you must be a very
loved woman, and with that lovely new dress you'll be able to make that
someone special very happy tonight.?
I was in a daze as I walked back to the limousine. Without giving an
order we pulled away from the boutique and within five minutes the
driver informed me of my next stop. At this point, I?d given up on
attempting to guess what else he?d planned for my day.
We turned onto Broadway then pulled alongside the sidewalk. I was
shocked as I looked out of the window and slowly read the letters
across the front of the building. I can't be going inside there, surely
not?
However I was familiar with the words the letters were forming in my
numb brain, E L I S A B E T H A R D E N. This just has to be the most
famous beauty salon in New York, probably even the world.
The door of the limousine opened and I could barely speak as I was
escorted across the sidewalk through the door.
"Ah yes Ms Blair we were expecting you," said the receptionist. "Your
stylist today is Marcel, and you'll have your nails attended to by
Patricia. Please come this way."
I was whisked away to the shampoo area, and I had a gown placed around
me. Then my head was gently leant back into the sink so they could wash
my long natural blonde hair. The warm water and the skilful fingers of
the assistant soothed my initial nervousness and it made me feel quite
relaxed.
I was given a glass of wine and then the transformation began.
"Why can't I see?" I asked.
"You're not supposed to see," he said laughing. "It spoils the surprise
silly."
So I had a little more wine, "You won't cut my hair shorter will you?"
"No, that's the last thing our client wants," he replied. "Just relax
and trust me."
So that's what I did, I had another glass of wine and then another as
he worked so I wasn't totally aware of what was being done to me. I
knew my hair had been styled, trimmed and colored.
At one point under the dryer I must have dosed off and I remember
waking up to find that I sported the longest nails on my hands I'd ever
seen. They were done in a French polish style with long white tips. In
the white area there was a gold flower inserted and it had been sealed
with several layers of acrylic lacquer.
I must have squealed and Patricia asked me if I was ok and I replied,
?What have you done? These nails must be two inches long, and they are
definitely false!?
"I was just following instructions, don't you like them?" Patricia
asked worriedly.
"I'm not sure, they just seem a little impractical to me," I replied.
"Yes at that length they'll take some getting used too, but just
imagine the effect they'll have on your man when he sees them. I just
followed my instructions and I just assumed that it was your decision,"
she said unsure of my motives.
I lifted my hand closer to my face and saw how expertly they'd been
done. I'd always wanted my nails done in a salon. Now here I was
sitting in this bastion of femininity having that done. It was like a
dream come true.
"Now all that remains is a make-over and we will finish your hair,"
Marcel said bringing me out of my reverie.
"A make-over?" I asked.
"Yes Gillian our make-up artiste, will do your face now and then I'll
uncover your hair."
So I sat down in a chair digging my nails into the palms of my hands as
she worked to stop from feeling that this was a dream. She didn?t talk
as she worked, eyeliner, lash curler, mascara, eyebrow pencil, lip
liner, lipstick, foundation, blush, and many shades of eye shadow were
all applied with skill and speed.
"There now, Marcel, she's all yours again," she said.
"Thank you," I replied for him.
Marcel undid my hair and brushed it out. I could feel it was softer and
curlier. At last he announced he was finished.
When the girls and Marcel all stood around me and turned the chair
towards the mirror my jaw dropped. I looked over at the mirror and
stared in amazement at the gorgeous woman staring back at me. This just
could not be me. My hair was a lighter blonde and loaded with large
bouncy curls.
My make-up was done with such perfection and my whole look was the most
alluring that I could ever imagine. As I moved my hand in front of my
face to guide back a few loose strands of hair, I noticed my fingers
and it was then it struck me how much magic had been worked on me. My
painted lips open wide in stunned amazement.
Marcel asked me again if I was OK, and I said, ?Yes I think so."
"Darling you really do look fabulous," he said, "Your man is a lucky
guy."
"If you think this is what he wanted, then I love it.? I replied
getting up out of the salon chair. I went to the cash desk and tried to
fumble for my purse dreading at what such a transformation would cost.
Maybe they would take my credit card.
"Ms Blair, our account has been paid in full," she said without
operating the register.
"Well how much was the bill at least?" I asked curiously.
"I'm not sure exactly but I think our client must be a very wealthy
man," she said sincerely.
I walked towards the front door and headed back to the limousine. The
driver stopped reading his newspaper and quickly opened the door for
me.
As I stepped inside the back door I asked the driver, ?Where to next??
He responded, ?Oh its back to the hotel Miss.?
I felt relieved since this whole day, although a delightful once in a
life time experience, had been such a whirlwind. People stared at me as
I walked through the lobby with my new hairstyle and evening make-up on
display. I picked up my room key and the woman on the desk smiled at
me.
Finally, I was back in our room and I noticed a small envelope
addressed to me lying on the desk. I sliced it open with my nails but
fishing the letter out of the envelope proved more difficult. Already I
was contemplating chopping off my nails but I knew he wouldn?t approve.
?My dearest Michelle,
I hope that you've enjoyed the day that I planned out for you. By now
you've been fitted for the dress, had your pretty face, hair and nails
done to my specifications and I hope you like the way you'll look from
now on.
We've talked about your fantasies often and I aim to make them all come
true. After we meet and we discover that we're truly compatible, I hope
you'll accompany me back to live in my estate in Britain.
Love
Simon"
Just as I finished reading the note, there was a soft knocking on the
door. Thinking that it may be him I rushed to open it but was surprised
to see Chantel from the boutique and Gillian from the salon.
Carrying in the dress in a special carrying bag that she hung on the
top of a door, the manager spoke, "We've done all of the changes to the
dress and I'm here to help you get dressed for the evening. You must be
dressed and down in the lobby by 6:00pm sharp."
Gillian suggested that I have a bath to freshen up while they prepared
my clothes and her make-up kit. I readily agreed because the idea of a
hot perfumed bubble bath sounded delicious.
She helped me run the bath and added some special aromatic bath salts
to the water while I just started to peel off my outer clothes.
"I'll repair your make-up when you're finished," she said when she went
out with my clothes as I gingerly got into the hot steaming water.
After the initial reaction to the hot water, I must have dozed off
while in the bath, the bath salts acting like some anaesthetic or I was
suffering from the lingering effects of the wine.
I was brought back out of dreamland by a knock on the bathroom door and
Gillian's soft voice, ?Michelle, are you all right? You've been in
there for almost an hour.?
"Oh I'm sorry, I'll be out momentarily," I replied as I stepped out of
the invitingly large tub.
Donning a large towel robe I walked into the bedroom to find both women
ready to make me look my best for him.
"There's no need to be shy," said Chantel. "You're going to love this
night."
Chantel walked toward me holding the most beautiful set of panties and
bra that I'd ever seen.
"What do you think of these?" she asked showing me the designer
underwear she'd chosen. "These will go nicely with your dress."
My jaw dropped as I felt the black soft satin material and my towel
robe fell open to expose my naked body.
"Michelle please lie on the bed and I'll take care of your pubic hair.
My instructions were that you were to have all that removed. Ordinarily
I would wax your bikini lines but I will just shave instead," said
Gillian, who pulled out a ladies, wet razor and scented shaving foam.
I lay on the bed as she worked wondering if she would notice that I
wasn?t like other women. Thankfully she didn?t and expertly removed all
traces of the sparse hair that was present. That operation made me
wonder what kind of man would ask his date to undergo that.
"There now smooth as a baby's rear," said Gillian handing me my
panties. I pulled them up to find they were a tight fit and showed off
my mound through the tight material. They were high cut, and the rear
part cut in and separated my rear cheeks.
I was in a daze and didn?t realize that I was standing there in sheer
panties with nothing covering my breasts in front of these two women
who?d been commissioned to help me get ready for my date with him.
Chantel noticed my reaction and turning me around said, ?Michelle, we
have an entire outfit for you to wear tonight, remember??
She cupped my breasts with the bra and did up the clips in the back.
She seated them perfectly and her hands wandered over my nipples
stimulating them slightly.
"Now your corset," she said taking it from the bed.
Sitting on the bed, waiting her turn to work on me, Gillian chipped in,
"Oh you're going to be a knockout with that on. I love wearing mine for
my boyfriend. Sex is much more rewarding with one."
Chantel laced me up like she did before, checking the waist size before
going to the bag and picking out a new pair of sheer 30 denier
stockings. She undid the packet at my request and handed them to me. It
was then that I realized that I was likely to poke a nail through the
thin material. Seeing my plight, they both helped roll them up my legs
and attached them to the three tight suspenders that contrasted with my
white rear.
"I don?t know how I will survive the night in this corset, I can hardly
breathe," I said.
"You will don?t worry," said Gillian.
"Besides your man has asked that you wear one, he's come a long way to
see you, so I think you should make the effort. Don?t you?" Chantel
asked.
"Yes if this was Simon?s wish then it's OK with me,? I replied
wondering how I would be able to stand the constriction for the rest of
the night.
The shoes were still black open toed pumps that showed off my recently
polished toes, but they were not the same pair I'd tried on earlier.
They had ornate gold heels and were much higher than before and both
helped me put them on. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I
looked transformed. If I had been a guy I would have bedded me there
and then. All I saw was an image of a very seductive woman.
The underskirt was eased up over my hips before Chantel carefully
removed the dress from the garment bag, and helped me put it on. They
had to coax the tight boddice over my hips and position it carefully so
I could slip my arms into the sleeves.
She zipped up the rear of the dress and did the button behind my neck.
I was going to need help to get this dress off and I imagined Simon
doing that later that night. Looking in the mirror, I noticed that the
dress was much more form fitting than earlier. I moved slightly from
side to side in the restrictive skirt and heels admiring the fit and my
newfound curves.
They both took a step back and smiled.
Gillian asked me to sit at the vanity where she repaired my make-up.
"Do you want to try something really bold?"
"Like what?" I asked.
"How about some false eyelashes? I have a pair here, that would thicken
your lashes and have a dramatic effect on your eyes."
"Why not," I said and she promptly removed all my eye make-up to begin
again. She expertly glued the eyelashes to my eyelids and I was able to
experience the feeling of them as I fluttered my lashes just like a
butterfly. Gillian showed why she is one of the top make-up artists in
New York as she expertly redid my face. My eyelashes were longer but
also thicker and certainly they made my eyes more distinctive. I loved
my new look and told her so.
Gillian brushed my hair and pronounced to Chantel that I was ready for
the final stage.
I look on bemused as she approached with a long gift wrapped box.
"This is for you," she said handing me the box. I slipped my nail
inside the wrapper and sliced it open and thought I could get used to
opening presents. However opening the catch on the box was much more
problematical until Chantel told me to use the tip of my nail.
The catch sprung open and inside was a matching bracelet, earrings and
pendant all in small diamonds and dark rubies. There was a small note
inside.
"Wear these for me my darling.
Love
Simon"
I picked up the earrings and realized that I would never be able to put
these items on without a great deal of problems. Chantel realized this
and helped me, first with the rather heavy earrings that replaced my
gold hoops, the bracelet catch was a fiddle and it snapped shut
perfectly around my thin wrist. Finally the pendant hung perfectly
between my pushed up breasts.
Tears formed in my eyes as the catch was done and it was allowed to
hang down between the hollow of my breasts.
"What's wrong?" asked Gillian noticing my tear and obviously concerned
for my make-up handing me a tissue.
"I'm just so happy," I said hardly forming the words, ?He?s thought of
everything, look at how he's turned me into his own fairy princess.?
"Oh you are a princess for this evening," said Chantel handing me a
clutch bag, "Every woman deserves to be treated as a princess once in
her life, I get the feeling though that this wont be the last time."
Gillian said, ?Michelle, I've put your lipstick, compact and a few
other essentials in there for you.?
"Since the night is cold, I have also brought a warm coat for you to
wear," said Chantel who once I was standing helped me to put it on.
"The final touch are these gloves and you are ready to meet your man."
My blonde hair contrasted with the black of the coat and the sparkle of
the jewelry. Looking at myself I couldn?t believe the transformation. I
had always been considered an attractive woman but now I felt
absolutely beautiful.
As we walked to the elevator, I told them that I was very nervous and
Gillian asked me why.
"Oh I've never met him in person, and this evening is our first date,"
I said as the doors opened.
Chantel and Gillian looked at each other and as if they had practiced,
said "Michelle, you're so lucky to have a man love you so much.?
I knew they were right, and as the elevator dropped down, I knew I was
going to be in his arms at last. I also knew that a few hours later he
was going to make love to me and finally make me the woman of our
dreams.
As the floor buttons illuminated, indicating the slow descent of the
elevator, I felt like I was part of a dream. My mind began to wonder,
thinking back to specific times in my childhood and young adult years.
I remember that as a child I created this wonderful fantasy of being a
princess who got lost in the woods and was found by the prince. I
recalled some of my first dates, wondering if they were to be the one
for me. The abrupt stop of the elevator seemed to break me out of my
flashback memories. As we stepped out, I smiled and thought to myself
that I was about to live my childhood dream. Ever since I was little
and felt I was different I was finally to live my fantasy and be wined
and dined looking like a beautiful woman I always knew I was.
Could this man be the prince? Is he the one for me? I would soon find
out.
Do you have some ideas about how the evening should go? Email me please
[email protected].
Elissa
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