Bridesmaid Bethany Chapter 4
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The bridal salon was breathtaking. As Lisa and I passed through the
front door, I felt my pumps sink slightly into the plush carpet. We were
immediately surrounded by an immaculate world of frills and tulle, pearls
and sequins. I gazed across rack after rack of gowns and wondered where
a girl would begin her quest for her perfect gown.
For my perfect gown, I thought, for but a fleeting second.
Lisa and I had spent many a night perusing various bridal magazines.
Lisa had her gown all picked out, although, tease that she was, she
refused to let me know exactly what it was. It was bad luck, she told
me, for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, and besides, she
wanted it to be a surprise.
She'd asked me about my dream gown, however, and within the privacy of
our home, I'd finally relented and pointed out the sort of dress that I
would wear if ever given the opportunity--a Victorian style gown with
long mutton sleeves, a high illusion neckline, and full train, trimmed
with lace and bows.
I remember how on the night I'd finally told her this, Lisa had told me
how beautiful I'd look in that dress, and how I didn't exactly feel
beautiful right at that moment. I was still wearing my uniform blouse
and skirt, but I was barefoot and had removed my pantyhose and wig. I
knew that I probably looked ridiculous with my short hair and faded
makeup and my high-necked blouse with the faux ascot collar, and when I
thought about that, I would feel ashamed of what was probably a sloppy,
clownish appearance. I knew that as soon as Lisa reached behind my neck
and began to unbutton my blouse, that underneath I was all man, or
all...something, anyway. My legs and arms may have been smooth and
hairless, but my breasts were but breast forms tucked into a bra, and
carefully tucked into my panties was a fully functioning set of male
genitalia.
I wanted to marry Lisa as a man, not so much because part of me didn't
want to be a bride, but because I was the man in the relationship. Even
if I thought that as a bride I might possess even one-tenth of the beauty
that Lisa did, I still wanted her to be the focus of her special day. I
still wanted her to be my bride.
Still, as I glanced around the showroom of the bridal salon, part of me
wished to search for my perfect gown.
My reverie was interrupted by Carrie. "Here they are," she was saying.
She motioned at one of the salesladies. "Here are my bridesmaids!"
"Hello!" said a woman wearing an expensive-looking twinset and a gorgeous
set of pearls. She walked up to us and held out her hand. "I'm Suzanne
Reynolds."
"Well, hello Suzanne," Lisa said. "I'm Lisa, and this is Bethany."
"Hello, Bethany," Susan said to me. "Why don't you two come back with me
and I'll show you where you can change."
"Wait until you see the gowns I picked," Carrie blurted.
The gowns she picked? I thought, as Lisa and I followed Suzanne towards
the back of the store. We weren't going to have any say in the gowns? I
looked at Lisa, who was saying, "I'm sure they're fabulous, Carrie."
Suzanne was holding a door open for us. I followed Lisa inside. "You'll
find some hangers," Suzanne told us. "Joanne will be by in just a second
to take some measurements."
"Thank you, Suzanne," Lisa said. The door closed, and Lisa began to
unbutton her blouse.
"Does she know?" I asked, as I unbuttoned and removed my jacket.
"Who?" Lisa asked. "Suzanne?"
"Any of them."
"I don't know, sweetie," she said, sliding out of her slacks. "Do you
need help with your zipper?"
"I need help with more than that," I said, pulling off my wig. Because
of the mock turtleneck on my dress, there was no way I could remove it
still wearing my wig.
"Let me help you," Lisa said, gently pulling down the zipper at the back
of my neck."
"Thank you," I said.
"What are you wearing under the slip?" she asked as I carefully pulled my
dress up over my head.
"Just my pantyhose and bra," I said after I'd removed my dress.
"Good," she said. She was down to just panties and bra, and looked,
frankly, marvelous.
I turned toward a nearby mirror and put my wig back on. "I can never get
it to look right when I take it off like that."
"Relax," Lisa said. She came up behind me and gently rubbed my sides
through my soft, black nylon slip.
"Stop it," I pleaded, as I tried to fix my bangs.
"I can't help it," she said. "Have you given any thought to doing
anything new with your hair?"
"No," I said, staring at myself in the mirror. My wig was dark brown and
went past my shoulders. Lisa had picked it out for me. With a simple
headband, it could be tied back fairly nicely, although a ponytail was
out of the question. "I thought you liked my hair this way."
"I do, sweetie," Lisa said. "But part of the fun of being a girl is
getting to experiment with different looks, and there's just not...many
of them we can get with your hair as it is right now."
There was a knock on the door. "How does this look?" I asked.
"Just fabulous," Lisa said. "Come in!" she called.
It was Joanne, the girl who was to take our measurements. She seemed
sweet enough, but I'd never let anybody see me in my underwear before,
even if it was a full slip. She must have sensed my discomfort, because
she chose to take Lisa's measurements first. I tried to take a seat and
relax, but in my thin nylon slip, I felt very vulnerable.
Lisa was standing facing me with her arms spread, as Joanne did her
thing with the measuring tape. "Joanne, don't you love Bethany's slip?"
she said.
"I was wondering where you found that!" Joanne said. "I tried finding a
full slip at the mall last week and they're just impossible to find!"
"Really?" Lisa asked.
"The saleslady said that women just don't buy them anymore."
"That's a shame," Lisa said. "I think that Bethany's black slip looks
very sexy."
Joanne looked at me and nodded in agreement. "Really?" I said in my
Bethany voice.
"O.K., hun," Joanne said. "I would say that you're about a size two."
"That's about right," Lisa said.
"You're next, Bethany," Joanne said.
I stood up and unconsciously smoothed the front of my slip back down
towards my knees. "How do I look?" I whispered to Lisa and Joanne stuck
her head out the door for something.
"Would you stop worrying?" Lisa said. She suddenly leaned in and kissed
me square on the lips, just before Joanne turned back around and stepped
towards me with the measuring tape.
"O.K.," she said, "I need you to stand up straight." I did. "Bust out."
I extended my breast forms as far I could, which wasn't very far. "Arms
up." I lifted them, and Joanne brought the tape across them. I prayed
that she wouldn't touch them; in such a state of undress, they didn't
look particularly real.
"Why don't you try this one on, Lisa?" I heard Carrie say from behind me.
"Is it a two?" Lisa asked, but Carrie didn't answer.
"Oh my God," she squealed. "Bethany! You're wearing a slip!"
I sighed. Was a full slip really all that unusual in this day and age?
"Hold still," Joanne told me, as I felt the tape going across my
backside.
I was trying to get a good look at the dress that Lisa was taking from
Carrie. It was yellow, and not a pastel yellow, but more of a pale
yellow. I wasn't so sure I liked the color; it certainly wasn't what I
was expecting. I watched as Lisa pulled down the zipper on the back of
the dress. "It looks beautiful," she gushed as she handed the hanger to
Carrie.
"I know!" Carrie replied. "As soon as I saw it, I said that is perfect!"
"Hold still, Joanne told me again.
I watched as Lisa stepped into the dress and pulled it up, looking for
the sleeves. "It's asymmetrical," Carrie explained.
"Oh, cute!" Lisa exclaimed as she slid her left arm into the short
sleeve, adjusted the bodice, and then allowed Carrie to zip her in.
"Look at that!" she cried when she saw herself in the mirror.
Look at that indeed, I thought. I couldn't believe what I was looking
at.
For starters, it wasn't a full-length gown--on Lisa, it stopped about
mid-thigh. The skirt was poufy, but there was no visible petticoat or
crinoline; the pouf all seemed to be sewn into the skirt lining. The
skirt was also adorned with a row of bows, but not yellow bows--these
were purple. There was also a purple bow on the single shoulder strap of
the dress.
Did I mention that the dress was yellow?
"I love it!" Lisa squealed.
I didn't.
"Hold still," Joanne said again.
Lisa did a twirl. The skirt, apparently held in place by it's poufy
infrastructure, simply rotated with her.
"Why don't we try a twelve on Bethany," Joanne suggested.
"I want to see the hat!" Lisa gushed.
"Hat?" I said.
"Oh, and the shoes," Carrie said.
"And we're wearing gloves, right?" Lisa asked.
"Of course," Carrie said.
Lisa did another twirl. She was a blur of purple and yellow satin.
"Is that just a sample dress or something?" I asked, trying to sound
sweet.
"Sample dress?" Bethany asked.
"I mean," I tried to say delicately, "Will the dress be those colors?"
Carrie nodded. "We're going to be decorating the club with violets and
sunflowers," she explained.
"Violets and sunflowers," I said.
Carrie nodded. "I'm from Kansas, and Rick is from Illinois, so it all
makes sense!"
"Isn't that sweet?" Lisa asked.
"Oh," I said.
Suzanne came into the room holding another purple and yellow gown. "This
is a size twelve," she said. She looked at me and smiled. "Why don't
you go behind the screen over there and take off your slip, dear? The
hems on these gowns are rather short."
I nodded, hoping I didn't come off as grim as I felt, and took the dress
from Suzanne. Wordlessly, I walked over to the changing screen,
wondering if my love of women's clothing had reached its limit.
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