Alicia Becomes a Bridesmaid
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Part II
To be feminine, one must surround oneself with feminine things, Mother
informed me. I didn't have to run next door every time I wanted those
wonderful girly feelings, Mother said. She decorated my room so I'd start
feeling like a bridesmaid. Apparently there are three important things
that happen in a bride's preparations that I'd have to participate in.
First was a bridal shower. I explained to Mother that Richard wasn't
going to be there, so asked why I had to attend. She informed me that
this was to introduce me to the 'other' girls. This was a time when we
'girls' give presents to the bride-to-be and laugh and party. I'd never
been to a bridal or baby shower before so this would be a perfect time
for me to get to know the other bridesmaids and catch up with Michelle.
They even invited the flower girl, so we were going to see her dress and
teach her about her job in the wedding. Mother opened my closet and
started looking for something. She pulled out a yellow organza princess
dress. It had the puffy sleeves and a very low cut front. She informed me
this would be the bridal shower dress I was to wear. She placed it on the
bed and walked over to my dresser. She called it a lingerie chest. She
opened the top drawer and started looking through the panties. All these
things weren't there before. She must have added a bunch of things while
I slept or something. I usually kept about 10 pairs of boxers or boys
underwear in that drawer. Now it was filled with nylon panties. She dug
around until she found a yellow floral brief, and then informed me that
these were the panties I was to wear with the bridal shower dress. She
opened the next drawer and once again I was surprised to see that my tee
shirts were removed and there lined up in order where about 10 bras to
the left and some slips to the right. She pulled the coordinating yellow
floral bra and a beige full length slip from the drawer. She placed the
slip on my bed and asked me to put on my undies then sit at my vanity.
She pulled some additional panties from the top drawer and stuffed them
into my bra cups. She said that we girls need to accentuate our assets a
bit and asked if I liked the look. I just nodded as Mother started
'doing' my hair. She took a pair of scissors and I quickly had bangs. She
told me we were to be going to a beauty parlor today and I couldn't very
well go in dressed like a boy, could I? So I sat in wonder in a yellow
bra and panty set as Mother put on my makeup for me. I really wasn't
paying that much attention. Mother seemed to be having fun making her son
up into a pretty bridesmaid. She tried a couple of different looks but I
did like the shadow look around my eyes and the color of my lips was
pretty sexy, I thought. She spritzed a pretty smelling perfume on and
then had me stand to put on the slip. Mother noticed I still had a boy
shape even after I put on the slip. She suggested a fuller slip or maybe
a tutu to give me a curvy shape around my waist. Yes, she said, I'd need
a cincher as well. Danged if I knew what she was talking about. She had
me lift my arms and bend down a bit so she could help me with the dress.
It just flowed over that satin slip and right on top of me. Mother had me
turn around and she buttoned the tiny button on the back of the neck. She
then placed a necklace around my neck and latched that. I don't think I
could have buttoned or latched either; Mother's fingers are so small. She
then had me sit on the bed and opened the third drawer of my 'lingerie
chest.' She pulled out an egg. Okay, L'eggs panty hose but I thought it
was kind of funny because the dress I was wearing seemed really
appropriate for a young woman to wear on Easter Sunday. I told Mother it
seemed I was only missing an Easter bonnet. She laughed but then from the
closet, she pulled a hat. It was yellow and went perfectly with the
dress. I found a pair of sandals in the closet that went well with the
dress. Mother invited me to go to her room with her as she was going to
get dressed for the day.
I followed her into her room and watched her for a while as she got
herself ready. It was pretty much the same routine. She selected a panty
and bra, changed right in front of me. She told me that girls don't go
all crazy when they change in front of each other, and I was to get
comfortable with that. We all wear panties and bras and to get used to
it. She put on a slip then sat at her vanity. She asked me to come close
so I could watch and pay more attention to how a woman applies makeup.
She explained every step in the procedure. It was different than allowing
her to do my face. I really was interested in how a woman can make a
plain face into a princess face. She had me select a dress from her
closet and I picked a light blue floral dress similar in design to mine.
It wasn't so young woman princess style but fashionable. She said I
selected well. She sat on her bed, put on some pantyhose, then stood and
asked me to help her with her dress. I pulled it over her head, and it
fell over her slip and perfectly into place. She showed me how women have
a shapely hip and that was what was missing from me. We'd fix that with
either lingerie or a half slip or tutu. She knew what to do. She picked a
pair of shoes and grabbed a couple of purses from her closet. She handed
one to me and she took the other. We walked back to my room where I
emptied my wallet into the purse. She grabbed some makeup and a brush and
put those in the purse. She then went to my bathroom and opened one of
the drawers to find some feminine hygiene products and put those in the
purse as well. She put some things into her purse as well. We almost
skipped out the door, Mother and daughter on our way to the beauty
parlor.
Little Miss Audette's Dance store was on the way to the beauty parlor and
Mother drove right into the parking lot. We went into the store and
Mother walked to the tutus and skirts. This store was meant more for
little girls taking dance lessons so the colors all about us were really
bright. Mother spotted a yellow colored tutu that was the right size.
Miss Audette came out from the back and asked if she could help. Mother
informed Miss Audette that my hips hadn't developed as much as needed and
wondered if I might not be able to try on the tutu under my dress. Miss
Audette looked at me and said she understood. Mother handed me the tutu
and told me to put it on. I was about to walk into the dressing room, but
Mother said just to pull it up under my dress. I did as was asked,
frightened that Miss Audette might see my panties, but it really was no
big deal. I fixed my dress and pulled it out. It was much fuller and I
could see what Mother meant when she said a tutu could do wonders for my
girlish figure. Mother informed Miss Audette that I'd be wearing the tutu
out so lifted the hem of my dress and cut the tag off. We went to the
counter and purchased the tutu. Mother looked around and smiled, saying
we'd be back later, she was sure of that.
We left the dance store with my dress much more puffed out at the skirt.
We got back into the car and it was really weird to feel all they tulle
and organza and nylon rubbing together. I had to be careful when I got in
to smooth out my dress. I felt like I was riding on a puff of air. The
fan was blowing up my dress a little and the light breeze against the
materials made me feel nice and cool and fresh down there. I was really
feeling what a girl feels when she's all prettied up and going to a
beauty parlor.
We arrived at just about 10:00 and were the first customers of the day.
The room smelt of chemicals and nail polish. I was surprised at that. I
thought it would smell nice and flowery, but Mother informed me that we
ladies have to suffer to look good for our guys. I was taken to a room
and asked to remove my dress. It is just to pretty to risk being stained
by hair dyes and nail polish. Besides, Mother paid for me to be pampered
for the day and a facial and massage were part of the deal. I don't
remember much after that because I was in girl heaven. I stripped down to
my slip. They had me remove the tutu and my pantyhose as I was to have a
manicure and pedicure. They did some waxing which stung like the dickens,
but the massage and facial and manicure and pedicure were just so much
fun. Mother sat by me for much of the time. The ladies were all talking
about girl stuff and I just sat and listened. There wasn't anything said
that I was embarrassed about. They talked about sex and fashions and
blah, blah, blah. I didn't have anything to add except that I was to be a
bridesmaid and Richard was my escort for the event. They wanted to know
all about him and I had nothing to say as I had never even met the guy.
Of course the rest of the conversation was about the bridal shower,
rehearsal dinner, and wedding. What were the girls wearing, what colors,
and did I get Michelle a bridal shower present yet? There was a lot to
know about and I was just beginning. No wonder Mother started me a couple
of weeks early in preparation for the big event. Silly me, I thought I'd
just throw on the pink bridesmaid dress, put on some makeup, and struggle
through the event. I had no idea what things women have to do to prepare
for a wedding.
After the beauty parlor experience, Mother and I went to lunch. As a boy,
I wouldn't have thought much about what to order, as boys just tend to
pig out. But Mother informed me that I'd had to wear an extra slip to
give an appearance of a young woman's hips, I'd now have to be a lot more
careful about my eating habits. It was going to be salads and water for
the next couple of weeks. Mother informed me that I'd be taking some
vitamins to supplement my diet and I needed (like every other woman in
the world) to lose 10 pounds or so as the bridesmaid dress wasn't going
to 'fix itself' as Mother put it. She informed me quit plainly that she
wasn't going to spend a lot of time sewing and adjusting bust lines and
hems to make that dress fit me proper. She told me that the tutu would
puff the skirt part out a bit so I wouldn't have to worry about the hem,
and if I could lose a few pounds and maybe wear a corset, I'd have a
perfect hourglass figure and Richard was sure to notice. I asked Mother
how much she knew about Richard. Apparently, he's not that slow. He's
quit the handsome lad, she told me. He might be a little thick skulled,
but apparently, the ladies in his part of the world like him. Mother
ensured me that I had nothing to worry about and that Michelle and David
would talk to Richard and make sure he understood he's to treat me like a
lady. And besides, Mother informed me, if I happened to be in my 'time of
the month,' he be sure to keep his hands off of me.
After a light lunch, Mother decided that we should find a corset that
would improve my hourglass figure. We tried the standard stores like J.C.
Penney and Sears with no such luck. I got to be pretty experienced at
just what a woman is looking for when she enters the lingerie department.
I was beginning to understand a lot more about the difference between
girdles and panties, and spanx. I never knew until now just how many and
what types of undergarments a woman might have to endure to make herself
attractive to the men. There was a specialty lingerie store in town that
we ended up going to so I could have a corset to wear. How womanly that
store was. When we entered, the room smelled of perfumes. There was
lingerie hanging all over the place and the proprietor was a wonderful
old woman named Janice who gave Mother her card, introduced herself right
away, and started taking measurements within moments of Mother's
explanation as to why we 'ladies' were out shopping today. Janice told
Mother it was just too bad she didn't bring the bridesmaid dress. Mother
informed her if she had the right undergarments, we'd return to confirm
the size and fit of the dress with the corsetry supplied to provide the
perfect 'womanly' bust and waistline. Janice went right to the store
location where a beautiful pink 'boned' corset hung. She showed Mother
and me about the garter snaps and how she had just the perfect hose to
accentuate this 'lovely' garment. Mother and Janice ohh'd and ahh'd and I
just shook my head like I really understood everything she was saying. I
eventually had to go to the dressing room and undress down to my bra and
panties. Janice and Mother came in to help me with putting the corset on.
I thought it was rather funny that two ladies would be needed for what I
thought to be a simple task. I learned my lesson really quick when I was
asked to turn around and put my hands on the wall as Mother and Janice
started tightening the corset. I could hardly breath. When Janice put her
knee into my back to pull the corset strings tighter, I nearly died of
asphyxiation. I just couldn't breathe in but my waist measurement was
about 5 inches less than when they started. I begged for mercy as they
tightened the corset to its minimum width. Mother let me sit down for a
moment as Janice made some observations about my bra and panties. Janice
informed Mother that the particular corset I was currently wearing had
just the perfect panty and bra set to coordinate and Mother insisted on
seeing the items. I just sat there trying to breathe as Mother and Janice
discussed the importance of proper lingerie sets to wear for such an
important function. Janice asked about my escort and Mother informed her
that Richard would understand that I was in my time of the month and to
stay clear of any sexual activities. Janice informed Mother that this
particular panty was perfect for pads and such and would certainly hide
any indications of monthly pads. Janice told Mother about the added
garter belt that provided extra protection with a tampon belt. Mother was
just so excited that I'd get to learn about another important woman's
undergarment that she just ignored my plea for more air and started
telling me about garter belts and sanitation belts as well.
Just another typical boy's afternoon shopping for lingerie with Mother.
She stopped on the way home at a Walgreens and picked up some vitamins
and other medications that I wasn't aware she needed. She informed me
that the medication and vitamins were all for me. I didn't question her
decision.
She bought the corset and other lingerie, by the way. In case you were
wondering, my panty drawer was now almost full and the drawer with slips
and stuff now had a sanitation garter garment and hose I had to clip on.
The corset took up a lot of room in the dresser. 'Lingerie Drawers,'
Mother like to call my dresser. I still hadn't heard from Father in a
while. Mother said she wasn't expecting him home for another couple of
weeks so I didn't have to worry about him showing up sometime while I was
practicing my femaleness. I didn't quite understand what Mother was
getting at. I wasn't really practicing as much as anticipating a date
with a man that I'd never even met. Mother said it was just like a woman
to worry about the man when I should be concerned with fooling everyone
that I really wasn't a woman. I was leaving that training up to her and I
knew Mother would do her best to make sure I passed any kind of test to
confirm I was 'All Girl.'
After our lingerie shopping, Mother had me undress and change into a
short skirt and blouse. She had me wear sandals so she could see the nail
polish on my feet and she made me wear an ankle bracelet so I could
practice sitting without exposing too much. We talked for a while about
young women and how they manage to display their lingerie when they
really shouldn't. Mother made me sit over and over and practice crossing
my legs so as to not expose any part of my upper legs. She sat opposite
and informed me that if she could tell me what color panties I was
wearing, I was to go and change into a different pair and try again until
she was unable to see which pair I was actually wearing. Needless to say,
I had to change a few times before I got it right, but I did appreciate
Mother's efforts into changing me into a proper young lady. We laughed
and talked and had just a wonderful afternoon wasting the time away in
changing clothes and practicing sitting. Mother said the ankle bracelet
helped me to recognize how nice and pretty my legs were. The jingle of
the bracelet would make boys look down at my legs and feet so I had to
make sure they looked nice. No razor stubble or nicks in my toe nail
polish. A proper gentleman would notice things like that. I told Mother I
thought the bridesmaid dress would be long enough to cover my legs
completely but Mother was correct in her observations that the tutu would
pull up the hem a few good inches and my ankles would definitely be on
display. I wasn't worried. I was beginning to think my legs looked pretty
damn hot to me and I was a guy. I'd take a second look if the opportunity
presented itself. Man, this was getting weird, my thinking about taking
second looks at my own legs. I wondered how the bridesmaid shoes would
look with the nail polish and maybe hose. Definitely hose as Mother
purchased the boned corset and a sanitary garter belt for that darned
time-of-the-month thing I didn't really know too much about.
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