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From Best Friend to Girlfriend Part Five - The Final Chapter By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Myers "Just pick me up, May," whined Mark. "He's hammered and I just want to get out of here and get a good nights sleep." May pulled up after about ? hour and Mark hopped into the car. "So, I assume you two love birds had a nice time tonight," said May as she drove away, with Mark slumped over, resting his head on the window. "Yes, just fantastic," said Mark sarcastically. "Hopefully they'll invite me again soon." "Well if they do, you have two nice purses I see," said May laughing. "I like that black clutch." "Consider it yours May," said Mark, being a jerk. "And thanks for warning me about everything before tonight." "Dear, don't be mad at me. I couldn't take a chance on ruining the moment and you not looking surprised," said May. "Great," said Mark. "Megan just loves surprises I guess." "See, I didn't know that but I'm glad she does!" teased May. "And how beautiful does that ring look on you dear. You'd make a lovely bride." "Very funny, but I'm retired after tomorrow night May," said Mark, with his eyes closed. "True, so let's get you some beauty rest honey," said May. "I have to have you sharp, alert, and dressed to kill tomorrow night." May and Mark went inside and he immediately went to his room and got undressed. She handed him a black satin nightgown and he slipped into it after stripping off his clothes and easily fell asleep. It was a night of tossing and turning and vivid nightmares, as his mind played tricks on him as he could not shake the taste of John's budweiser laden breath, or the sensation of his cock pressing through his jeans. "Wake up honey. The sun is shining today," said May, shaking him awake. "I've let you sleep in today." Mark shook his head and woke up stretching. He looked over at the clock, realizing it was already 11 am and he had really slept in. He strolled into the bathroom and May followed, switching on the tub. She filled it with bubbles as he stripped and stepped in, relaxing as she tucked his hair into a shower cap. "Shave carefully everywhere you can Megan, and then just relax for a bit," said May, placing a package of pink razors on the tile next to the tub. "I'll be back in a bit and do the hard to reach places. Careful not to nick yourself dear." Mark slowly shaved his legs and arms, removing even the smallest stubble that was present on his body. He then slumped back into the tub relaxing and fell half asleep until May returned and lifted his legs, inspecting him. "Not bad young lady," said May, pulling the plug on the tub. "Just a few things I'll take care of dear." May stood him up and shaved a few stray hairs here and there and then began drying him off. She then moisturized and powdered him as he stood there without giving her any trouble. He walked back to the bedroom with her, where she held out a peach pair of panties which he stepped into and she quickly tucked everything away. She then slipped on a matching peach bra and buckled it in the back and rolled on some black sheer knee high stockings. She now removed his shower cap and sat behind him, brushing out his hair and then pulled it back off his face and secured it behind his forehead with a barrette. She now opened the steamy plastic top of some hot rollers and picked out a large one on the end and picked through his hair with her fingers. She then began inserting them at the sides and back of his hair, and rolled them under, as he could hear the slight sizzle as she clipped them in. She then dragged him to the vanity, doing his foundation and then adding some mascara, blush, and eye shadow, applying his makeup quickly yet carefully. "Go dress yourself now Megan," said May, as she stood up hearing the doorbell. "Your clothes are laid out on the bed and I'll be back in a few minutes." Rolling his eyes as he wondered what was in store for him now, he walked over to the bed to see his outfit. He first picked up a satin peach sleeveless tunic, which he cautiously slipped over his head, careful not to catch it on the metal clips pointing out from the hot rollers. He then stepped into some black linen slacks, which had a small hidden side zipper which he pulled up as he adjusted them, noticing that the tunic flared out ,covering his waistline. "See, not too bad," said May, returning as she inspected him. "Now do your jewelry yourself. It's on the nightstand and your shoes and purse are near the ottoman. When you finish, we'll finish your hair." Mark walked across the room to the nightstand and saw one of the pairs of earrings he had purchased from the party yesterday; sitting there with a necklace, two bracelets and a watch. He now changed his earrings, putting the pretty little crystal chandelier style earrings on, which had a series of small black and clear beads dangling from its oval frame. He then fastened his necklace, which consisted of large black beads, and then his two large plastic like black bangals on his right wrist. He walked over and sat down on the ottoman , and slipped on his shoes. May had left him 3 inch ankle boots which he adjusted and zipped up on the inside. "Stand up and let me see how that fits you dear," said May, as she walked in and inspected him. "It's cute on you. I tried to find something that would go with your selections from last night." "Great," said Mark sarcastically, as he fiddled the earrings with his fingers. "I'm so glad I didn't waste your money!" "No honey. You didn't," said May. "It was John's money anyway! Now finish getting ready. It's about time you do it yourself anyway." "Are you kidding?" said Mark surprised. "I can't do hair. I'm sorry!" "You're being a little bitchy to the wrong person dear!" said May, very calmly as she took his hand, leading him into the bathroom. "First spray all around your head." May handed him a can of hairspray as she circled his head with a super hold spray. She then clipped a diffuser onto the hairdryer, turned it on low and handed it to him. He now softly set the hairspray with the dryer before she tapped his wrist to turn it off. Next, she handed him some perfume as he touched each side of his neck and rubbed his wrists together. She pointed to some deodorant which he carefully rolled on, as she dug through his pocketbook. "Finish up your lips now," said May, as she laid a tub of lipstick and then some lip gloss on the counter. "They just need to be freshened and need a little shine." Mark slowly rubbed the lipstick on his lips and then the gloss, as May carefully watched him. She opened the top of the hot roller case and pointed to it. "Remove the clip, unroll them, and put them in," said May, doing one for him as an example. "It's not tough." Mark followed her instruction and slowly unclipped and unrolled each one. "Ok, I can't finish this though. I'm smart enough to know this is not how I'm supposed to turn out," said Mark, looking at himself in the mirror with odd large rolls surrounding his head. "Please just help me here." "Sure you can. Girls like you do it every day," said May, sarcastically now. "Bend all the way over and let your hair hand down towards the floor. Now take your fingers and carefully pick through your hair, separating the curls with your nails." Mark followed her instructions as he picked through his hair, oddly while upside down. It was odd separating the sticky curls as he felt out of place. "Wait. You have to spray them again first," said May, stopping him as he began coming back up and putting the hairspray in his hand. "Spray all over and then we'll be almost there honey." Mark sprayed them all over and then flipped his head back as he was beginning to become light headed. He could now see his head was filled with loose waves and curls, and he could see May smiling. "See ,you did ok," said May, now picking at his hair and adjusting it. "Just put this sweater on and let's go." May held out a thinly crocheted long black sweater, which he slipped his arms into. It was open, just covering his back and hung to his thighs like a jacket. May lifted his hair in back, making sure not to crush the waves as she rested it on the sweater and handed him the pocketbook from last nights party. They went outside and got into May's car and headed for lunch. They pulled up at a lovely Chinese restaurant and headed inside. The hostess kissed May, seemly knowing her well, and they followed her towards the rear of the restaurant. As they got towards the back, Mark saw Marlene waiting for them at a corner table. "Hello May," said Marlene hugging her. "And don't you look as pretty as always Megan." "Thanks," said Mark, as May pinched him. "It's wonderful to see you Marlene," said May. "So Megan, I just wanted to have a final lunch with you before tonight, to make sure everything goes well," said Marlene as they sat down. "We're at the finish line for John here dear and I want it to go perfectly." "I do too," said Mark. "I know I am glad it's almost over!" "Well, you are the talk of our office today honey," said Marlene, gesturing with her hands as she bent her wrist. "You were a big hit last night. The girls from the office like you very much and they are so excited that you two are engaged. Everyone has been telling me it was so romantic honey. I wish I could have seen it!! And I heard you're quite the kisser." "Really?" said May giving Mark a look. "Anyway," said Marlene, staring at her nails as she flared them out, then resuming eye contact with Mark. "The grape vine tells me that Mr. Sanders is very excited about you and was really shocked by the engagement. I think that's a good sign for John tonight, so all you have to do is kiss his ass if he talks to you and just tell him how in love you two are." "Ok, how is that different than what we've been doing?" said Mark. "It's not, except that his wife will be there and she is a nosey bitch," said Marlene. "She'll test you so just be aware of her and just hang on your boyfriend. Look at him lovingly and be romantic. If you screw up with her, she could interfere with his promotion." "So you are telling me to kiss him in front of her?" said Mark. "Come on, I've had enough of that shit." "Don't be a bitch Megan. I'm not saying to make out with him in front of her," said Marlene, getting pissed. "I'm saying to be romantic. A peck on the lips. A slow, soft kiss. Hold hands and rub fingers. Dance slowly and just be lovey dovey." "Yeah, I get it," said Mark, making a face. "I can't wait til he gets fucking promoted and I'm done." "Now May, is everything set for the wedding training?" said Marlene. "Yes, right after this," said May. "What is that shit?" said Mark, almost jumping out of his seat. "There's no wedding!"! "Relax dear! Relax. Sit down," said May, putting her hand on his thigh. "I'm simply going to take you shopping just like you were any bride to be, so you can be prepared for questions. Understand that every girl has dreamed about her wedding since she was a little girl, and therefore I'm just going to teach you how to talk about it and educate you." "Oh, that makes sense," said Mark calming down. "I know that every girl is always thinking about getting married." "See honey, that's partially correct," said May laughing. "So just understand that you don't have to have it planned to know what you want. My goal today is just to have you know enough to sound like you've been thinking about it all your life." "Ok, now I'm confused again here," said Mark. "Like whether you want to be married in a church, or on the beach or in vegas?" said Marlene, giving him ideas. "What type of dress do you see yourself in? Hair up or down? Get the idea!" "Oh, girls know all this before they get married?" said a surprised Mark. "Not all of it honey, but they have an idea," said May. "Just think about a wedding you liked and we'll use that to help formulate a story." "The only ones I liked I can barely remember!" said Mark laughing. "I was hammered at them." "Figures!" said Marlene, taking out half a dozen bridal magazines. "Look at these and fold over pages while we eat. Pick dresses, veils, hair, etc. Also I have this one on china patterns, another with favors." "Oh shit," said mark opening the first one. "Ok." May moved her chair next to Mark's and explained a lot about the detail of things while he paged through them. He snacked on his salad and folded pages, as Marlene took notes, before they finally finished lunch. "Ok, we can shop for about three hours or so until we've got to begin getting you ready," said May, looking at her watch. "Marlene, we have to run honey." "Can't wait to see you later Megan," said Marlene, hugging him as they stood up. "And thank you so much for everything May. You are amazing. Have fun shopping girls." May drove Megan to a large mall he have never been to before. It was very upscale looking, anchored by Nordstrom, Fortuneoff, and Bloomingdales. She walked him inside and immediately found a saleswoman in Bloomingdales, and introduced herself. "Good afternoon. My name is May and this is my niece Megan. She hasn't picked a date yet but I'd like to register her here," said May. "We'll put everything under her fianc?e's name, since most guests are on his side of the family but she needs some help." "Of course mame," said the saleswoman, who began typing information into the computer. "Now take this scanner and scan everything you like honey. You're going to make a beautiful bride." "Oh, thank you," said Mark, smiling and rolling his eyes as he took the scanner. Mark walked around with May and they talked about items while he scanned them. When they finished, May had him repeat this in Fortuneoff and then Nordstrom's. May carefully watched the time as she trained him, telling him what to select and what not to select.. When they finished, she walked him back into the main part of the mall and then into a large bridal store. "May I help you ladies?" said a saleswoman, as they browsed. "Yes, thank you!" said May. "This is my niece Megan and she's just begun looking at dresses." "Lovely, congratulations Megan," said the saleswoman. "Have you selected a style or designer yet?" "Oh, not just yet?" said Mark. "Good, then let me recommend a few things that may flatter you," said the saleswoman, looking him up and down. "We would appreciate that," said May smiling. "I see you in maybe Carolina Herrera, or Alvina Valenta or even Peter Langner," said the saleswoman, pulling dresses from the racks. "Well, go try this A-line, maybe this sheath silhouette, and maybe this formal mermaid cut. I'm going to give these in a ten but by the time you get married, maybe we can get you down to an eight or even a six in some designers if we have enough time." Mark stood there in shock as he now had 3 wedding dresses pilled onto his arms. "Here, go back there and come out and we'll take a look," said the saleswoman pulling the large curtain. "While you change, I'll get a few veils for you to try honey." Mark gave May a look to kill as the sales woman pulled the curtain behind him. He reluctantly stripped off his clothing and slipped into the first dress. With the straps of his peach bra hanging out, he was now in the mermaid style dress, which was too tight to zip up all the way. "May, a little help here," said Mark poking out his head. May stepped in, laughing, as she was able to zip him up and then pulled the curtain ,allowing the salesgirl to inspect him. "Ok on her, but let's try the others," said the salesgirl, in a matter a fact way. "Honey, you'd need to lose at least 10 lbs for that to look right on you." Mark unzipped the dress and changed as the salesgirl brought in two more dresses. Mark changed, stepping out each time; May was greatly enjoying this as he reluctantly modeled them. "Ah, this is my favorite," said May, as he stepped out in a very formal off the shoulder a-line gown which was adorned in rhinestones and jewels. "Mine too. She's got expensive taste I see," said the saleswoman, straightening it. "With this you can do a finger tip or floor length veil and there are a lot of hair options. Let me try something honey. Step up here and just don't move for a moment." The sales girl removed his earrings and clipped on some large dangling pearls. She clipped a sparkling rhinestone v-shaped necklace on his neck and then rhinestone tennis bracelet on his wrist. She knelt in front of him and slipped some 3 inch white slipper like heels on him. She stepped behind him with a mouth full of bobbi pins and began inserting a few in his hair as she pulled some of it up. He then felt her behind his head ,pinning a veil on him and then took his hand as he stepped onto an elevated podium. "See, I love that on you Megan," said the saleswoman, adjusting the dress and studying him. "This is pretty on a redhead. Redheads look good with some bling and shine and a very bright white dress. This is nice for your shape too. Maybe we get you down a size or two, you can do something else but if you're not going to diet much I'd do an a-line. I mean in general you are curvy and you have great bone structure so we can do a lot with you. I'd like to see you try your hair all the way up with this dress, but you can get away with a lot if you grow it out more or maybe we do a tiara or very fancy veil." "You look gorgeous Megan," said May smiling. "What do you think honey?" said the saleswoman, as she now pulled the veil over his face. "I ah I ah," said Mark, panicking as he looked at his reflection through the sheer white mesh. "It's weird." "Honey, it's ok. I know it's overwhelming, but trust me you look beautiful," said the saleswoman, rubbing his arm. "Well, let me catalogue you and you can take a photo with you. Smile." The saleswoman quickly snapped a few quick pictures. Mark went back into the dressing room, happy to slip back into his previous outfit. As he came out, May handed him a photo, smiling as they exited the store. They walked back to the car and as they got in, May handed him a few print outs from their day. "Study these while I drive," said May, as she began dialing her cell phone. "These are the details about the dresses, veils, and hair that would work for you, and also your china patterns, crystal style, and registered gifts you picked." May never mentioned this experience again, as she was on the phone the entire time as they pulled up at her salon. She carefully watched him out of the corner of her eye, tapping him a few times to make him turn pages and making sure he studied them as she drove. "Good evening girls," said May, as she entered with Mark. "Take a seat Megan and let me see how Lynne is doing." May walked over and was talking to Lynne as she was flat ironing a client's hair. Lynne nodded and continued working on her customer as May walked over to Mark. "Go to Kim and get your nails done honey and then Lynne will take you," said May, signalling to Kim. "Kim, manicure and pedicure for Megan please. Go another half and square them off. Full French." Kim nodded without saying a word, and went to work on Mark's nails as he sat there zoned out. As she began working on his toes Alicia came over and sat next to him. "Just relax and keep your nails under the dryer honey, while I do a quick facial scrub on you," said Alicia, placing a head band on him and pulling back his hair. "Rest your head back." Alicia first spent a few moments removing his old makeup and then scrubbing his skin. When she finished, she moisturized him as he sat there while Kim now finished up his toes. "This just tingles for a few moments but it's nothing, ok," said Alicia, rubbing something on his lips. "It's just a plumper. Makes them just a touch fuller." Finally, Lynne began spraying the young lady's hair and then pulled off her cape. She looked over at Mark, smiling and wiggled her finger as he got up and walked over in sandals, with cotton between his toes. "Hey girl," said Lynne, wrapping her cape around him. "So tonight's the big night! Exciting isn't it?" "Can't wait to get it over with, honestly!" said Mark. "Well, I'm excited for you," said Lynne smiling. "Don't touch anything though, because May will kill us if you ruin those nails. And how pretty is that ring. Congratulations girl. I hope you'll let me do your hair that day." "Oh yeah if that ever happened, I would," said Mark sarcastically, looking at his nails. "Damn, did they make these longer?" "Yes, just a touch I think," said Lynne, as she began brushing out his hair. "They look pretty a little longer with the ring, and more formal for tonight." "Shit, it was hard enough with them the way they were!" said Mark, staring at them and cringing a little. "Easy, that hurts Lynne." "Sorry honey, I have to brush out a few little knots and all the spray. So, I've been discussing what to do with your hair tonight with May," said Lynne, as she continues brushing it back off his face. "Any ideas or can I just do what I want?" "Something quick maybe. Cut it all off?" said Mark sarcastically. "Very funny girlfriend!" said Lynne laughing and circling him ,wetting his hair a touch with her spray bottle. "I think you're pretty enough for short hair if I did something sexy or modern with it, but May might kill me. Sorry, but what I'm thinking won't be quick but it'll be work with the dress they picked for you tonight and it helps that your hair is just a little tacky right now." Lori began sectioning his hair and inserting clips pinning a lot of it on top of his head. He felt the burning at the back of his head as she worked on his hair as he could hear the sizzle of head. "I don't want to burn you honey," said Lori chewing gum as Mark was a little fidgety. "Be still for me girl." Lynne pulled and tucked at the back of his hair as she clipped and unclipped it. She then took a large spiral iron and began rolling sections at the back of his neck, as he could hear the creaking and crackling of the curling iron at the back of his hair. Lynne seemed to grab small sections, spray them and wrap them with her iron as they sizzled, before she released them each time. She moved back and forth behind him, seemingly clipping and curling over and over as it took forever in Mark's mind. He could feel her inserting pins behind his ears and toward the back of his head as she worked behind him. Finally, she stepped in front of him and pulled a few strands of his hair directly in front of his eyes and brushed them out. She then clipped them on top of his head ,as Alicia took over now, working on his face. Alicia now worked more deliberately on him than ever before, as she covered him in foundation and then added another color, blending around his nose, forehead and chin. She worked slowly and carefully on his eyes, as he watched her sharpen her pencils a few times and work on both his inner and outer lids. She then took her eyelash curler, pinching back his lashes and then a small brush fanning them out. He now watched her hold up and trim a large false lash as she applied a thin line of glue and blew on it. "These will look so sexy on you girl. Just have to let the glue get tacky for a second so be patient," said Alicia, as she held it firmly on his lid and then released it. Alicia then repeated the process of measuring, snipping, and gluing on the second lash before beginning to jump back and forth with her mascara. She worked on his upper and lower lashes, coating them over and over, until she was satisfied. She now opened a huge pallet of colors and rubbed her brush in a dark color and put her finger on his eye lid. "Close them for a moment honey," said Alicia, as he felt her jumping back and forth between eyes. She worked slowly and softly, blending color onto his eyelids as he felt her working above and below the crease. She had him constantly open and close his eyes, as she studied her work, before brushing at his eyebrows now. She now took a large brush, softly stroking some blush onto his cheeks and then a smaller one, working around his chin and forehead before applying some finishing powder. "Ok, sweetie. Big smile please," said Alicia ,as she grabbed a pencil and worked on his lips. "They look nice and full now and I'm going to do more of a sweat heart shape on you for tonight." Alicia slowly outlined his lips and then took her lip brush, painting in the color. When she finished ,she now rubbed another very sticky substance on them, filling in only the middle, before sitting back and studying him. "Lynne, she's all yours again in a sec," said Alicia, again rubbing on another sticky substance. "Almost ready honey. Smoosh in your cheeks and make a kiss and hold it!" Mark made a fish type face as she again brushed a gloss onto his lips in this weird facial position. "Sexy lips you now have!" said Alicia, smiling. "Don't worry. I used a 24 hour lip color and foundation so you'll be fine tonight so smile a lot." "But that is no reason to not be careful," said Lynne, stepping back in. "Stay out of any wind with this hair and don't lean your head back on the headrest in the car or we'll have a disaster." Lynne now released the clip on top of his head as some layers of long thin hair fell in front of his face. She took her rat tail comb and parted it slightly off center to the left, and picked up a small thin flat iron. She guided it down through the hair slowly and directly in front of his left eye, before moving it with her fingers and spraying it. She then did the same thing on the right before putting the iron down and spraying both sides again. She now filled her hands with gel and spread it into his hair with her palms behind the flat ironed sections, from his forehead back to the crown of his head. She then took a small comb, digging it into his hair in small sections over and over, separating the hair and tightly setting the gel. Lynne now stepped back and used an aerosol spray all around his head as she covered his eyes with her left hand. "This just takes a second," said Lynne, as she held a plastic mask over his face. "I have to be careful not to get it in your eyes but the result will be wonderful honey." Lynne now seemed to cover his hair in hairspray again and then removed the mask. She then switched on her dryer on low, very softly setting it as she moved all around him. "Smile honey," said May, as flash bulbs filled his eyes blinding him. "I had to have that picture. You look so adorable. This one is going in the salon scrap album for formal hair and makeup. It's as masterpiece girls." "Oh, Terri!"! Said Lynne, pulling off her cape. "I think she's ready for your." "Perfect, come on gorgeous," said Terri, pulling him into the dressing room. Terri now fully undressed him. "You know, this won't really be a nuisance in this dress, but better safe than sorry," said Terri, as She flicked his penis out of the way and then slid up a tight black gaff type panty. "May would kill me if I left a bulge, even if you couldn't see it. Just in case, let's tuck everything away." Terri now held a black lightweight cincher with a built in brassiere against him. She wrapped it around him, adjusting his false cleavage and then removed it. She took two small silicone enhancers and removed the adhesive strips from the back of them, and held them firmly on the underside of his already attached appliances and flesh. She now pushed his breasts together and buckled the little clear clip on them together, which held his breast tightly in place. She now again put the cincher around his waist and began catching the little clasps beginning at his waistline. "Suck in and hold it," said Terri, as she tugged at each side. "This is light weight so it doesn't show, but I want to pull you in as much as I can honey." Mark held his breath as she secured the tiny hooks on the back of the cincher and then adjusted his cleavage, before actually letting out the links on top on his back. She then took some double sided tape and placed it inside the cups of the cincher and carefully adjusted his cleavage and then re-clipped the hooks in the back. She now rolled some sheer black stockings up his legs and then clipped the four short garters to the cincher. "Ok, walk across the room, spin a few times and then touch your toes," said Terri as she watched him do it. "OK, jump up and down twice." "Ok am I really going to jump in this?" said Mark, after he jumped for her. "I doubt it in these shoes! But if you really could I'd be impressed," said Terri, bringing over a shoe box. "It's just to make sure nothing is going to pop out honey and Lynne will be happy your hair bounced right back. Now sit down please so I can finish, and at least we know what I did is working." Terri knelt down and slipped on his shoes. He felt her firmly buckle the straps around his ankle, and then put an ankle bracelet on his leg. She now carefully clipped a bracelet on his right wrist and a gold watch on his right wrist. She changed all of his earrings and then slid a necklace on him, before gently wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Are you hot or just nervous honey?" said Terri, as she turned down the thermostat. "I'm alright!" said Mark, looking down at his right hand as she slipped a large cluster ring on his ring finger. "I keep telling myself this is almost over. That's all." Mark could feel the cold air pumping into the small dressing room as the air, conditioning kicked in. Terri searched through her bag and then rolled on some fresh clear deodorant to his arm pits. "Yes honey, almost," said Terri, rubbing his back to soothe him. "You're almost ready. Let's dress you now." She took his hand as he stood up, and then unzipped a large pink garment bag. Terri placed Mark's hand on her shoulder and he trembled slightly as she held out his dress. He stepped into the dress, mesmerized over sparkles from every direction, hearing only the click of his shoe as it re-touched the floor. "Holy crap," said Mark nervously, as his second leg hit the ground. "I'm going to freeze my ass off in this." Terri positioned the dress on his breasts without zipping, and took a small safety pin and pinned it to the middle of his undergarment and the inside of the dress carefully hiding so it would not show. He began shaking now, as he felt the dress clinging tightly to him and stretching as she moved behind him, moving the zipper cautiously up his back. As she flipped it down and secured the two clasps on top of the dress, he realized that it was time and he was ready as she patted his back. "You look beautiful Megan," said Terri, as she stepped back and opened the door. "Girls, come take a peek and let's do the reveal." She knelt back down, smoothing the bottom as Mark felt like there was the cold air everywhere around his body. Alicia, Lynne, and May now entered the room and closed the door behind them, as Terri now took his hand and they guided him into the next dressing room. Mark stood speechless now as he looked at himself in a three way mirror. He was wearing a one piece short black ultra-shimmering cocktail dress, which hemmed about half way on his thigh and well above the knees. It was very low cut ,with a built in bustier top and was strapless and backless as everything above his cleavage was exposed. The cut of the dress gave his body that sexy hourglass illusion, highlighting his boobs above a small waist, especially when combined with the puffy layers of lace surrounding his hips. "You've got to be kidding me," said Mark, staring at himself and touching his left breast. "No wonder you made me jump. Am I going to pop out of this?" He now looked bustier than ever in this outfit, as they had padded amply and taped him in place to appear as if he was a healthy C or D cup. "You'll be fine as long as you're not on your back," Teased Terri. "Terri! Easy on her," said May laughing. "She's not that kinda girl." "Seriously, you'll be fine," said Terri holding out a little silver clutch bag. "You'll pop a curl before you pop out of that." Rolling his eyes and shaking his head at her, he took the purse as he looked at himself in the mirror. He immediately noticed the layer upon layer of cascading red spiral precise curls which bounced in unison on his bare back as he moved his head. His hair was now longer and curlier than ever, as certainly his breasts were not the only thing enhanced today. He could now see why it took so long to curl with a single iron. As he turned, he saw the tremendous sparkle was not only on his dress, but his hair had been filled with glittered hairspray, making him impossible to miss from any angle now. In the front, it had been pulled back tightly off his face, with the exception of two straight long thin layers, framing it on either side and streaming from a small one inch off center part. Separating the pulled back, comb lined, almost flat sections from the thick rich spirals where a series of black opal hair gems, inserted as spacers about an inch apart in his hair, giving him an elegant finished look. In his ears, he wore matching black opal studs, which were framed by small diamond chips in the second hole, and a thin long strand of round diamonds, which almost touched his shoulders, in the first hole. On his neck, he had a v-shaped diamond necklace which was perfectly positioned, pointing into his cleavage and on his right wrist, a large matching tennis bracelet above his cluster ring. On his left wrist, he had on lovely gold Movado with round diamond framed face and nothing on the fingers of left hand, with the exception of his diamond engagement ring above his long classic square tipped French manicure. He looked at how long and thin his legs looked in his black sheer stockings as they faded under the ruffle of his dress. He turned his ankle slightly and put is hands on his hips ,noticing the thin dark seam running up the back of his stockings and couldn't believe that it was possible to be in shoes higher than ever before. He was in silver open toed strappy stiletto heels of 5 ? inches with a one inch platform now, which where double buckled around his ankles, decorated in some rhinestones, and showed off his bright red toenails. Their silver metal heel clicked loudly as he walked off toward the mirror, taking a closer look at his face. He stared at the big false lashes he now had on, batting them, and noticed his striking eye makeup. The smokey eyed thick lash look he now had paled in comparison when he actually noticed how large and puffy his plumped and outlined lips looked, as Alicia had given him his most dramatic makeup look ever. "It's time Megan," said May, opening the door. "Time to shine and finish this off for John. You're ready dear." " I'm ready to get this over with, if that is what you mean," said Mark, as they walked out of the room. He got into the car with May, who drove him to the party. As they drove, May began lecturing him; to prepare him in case fashion was part of the conversation. "Dear, pay attention in case some of these things are discussed tonight," said May. "Your dress is by Theia and is a strapless silk organza cocktail dress. You chose it because you felt it would work well for a formal occasion like this, because its design was just glamorous enough yet professional while still trendy. You love being in strapless dresses, because the look works well with your age and figure. You also really loved how the delicate layers of glittered tulle create a colorful look even in a black dress, and the A-line skirt and short hemline gives you a young ,yet not too youthful style, since your kind of tall." "I'm supposed to remember that," said Mark, shaking his head. "Of course, dear," said May laughing. "Oh and don't forget you are wearing Jimmy Choo Lance Mirrored stiletto platform sandals, which tie in with your silver clutch dear. Let's go over it again." May repeated the details of his outfit over and over, drilling it into his head until they finally arrived. As they pulled up at the fancy catering hall, May looked at Mark and handed him his little clutch purse. "Megan, I just want you to know it's been my pleasure to help you honey," said May, checking his purse. "Not much fits in here but your cell phone, some lip gloss, mascara, nail glue, and a little hairspray. Any problems, step outside and call me." "Ok, got it," said Mark, opening the door to step out of the car. "Wait, one last thing! Here's your invitation," said May handing him the small card and placing her hand on his thigh. "Please remember everything we've studied dear. You are now a happily engaged woman in love with a promising young man. He's depending on you tonight and then tomorrow I'll help you get back to normal if that's what you decide." "Trust me I'll remember that part. Look at me, how could I possibly forget," said Mark, touching his dress and his hair as he got out of the car. "See you tomorrow." Mark slammed the door and walked up the stairs and into the catering hall. He handed his invitation to the hostess and entered the large foyer. He looked up at the amazing stained glass windows in the atrium and took a glass of champagne from a waiter. He walked slowly through the crowd and finally saw John across the room and headed over. "Hi honey," said Mark, sneaking up from behind and grabbing hold of John's arm. "Wow," said John, smiling from ear to ear as he looked Mark up and down. "Everyone, this is Megan. Megan, you know Claire and Marlene. This is Tim, Harvey, Mike, and Sid." "Hi, nice to see you again, and it's my pleasure to meet you guys," said Mark politely, holding out his hand and delicately shaking it with the boys. "Megan, I love what you've done with your hair," said Marlene, touching him and kissing him but making sure not to get her lipstick on him. "And what a dress girl." "Thank you but please Marlene, look at you honey," said Mark, smiling, as he looked her up and down. "You look fantastic. You were born to wear that red dress and I love your highlights. Very pretty on you. And Claire, you look incredible. You're going to have to tell me where you got those shoes. They are so hot. Luv 'em! Luv 'em!" "Thank you honey! At least someone did," said Claire, flattered ,as she gave her boyfriend a dirty look. "You know me I'm a shoe-a-holic. I'm so happy to have a friend like you that can appreciate shoes. I'm luvin' the Jimmy Choo's you got on there girl! Why don't you come shopping with me on Saturday? It's a sale day and we'll find some deals together." "Oh, that would be fun and I would love that!" said Mark, now choking on his words and immediately grabbing John's arms, snuggling him and gently kissing him twice. "But my John and I have some wedding details to work on that day. I'll have to take a rain check Claire, but of course I'd love to go shopping with you some other time." "So guys, we'll be right back," said John, slipping his fingers between Mark's. "This is our song honey." John dragged Mark across the room and put both arms around his waist as they began to slow dance. "Easy or they'll expect Megan to go shopping with them all the time," said John. "That was Claire and not Marlene you know. She thinks you are for real." "Sorry, I'm trying my best to say what I think they want to hear and I know they love shopping and fashion. It's not easy to turn this on and off," said Mark. "May has been like programming my brain and I'm just trying to think and say what a girl would say." "I know and you are freaking incredible man," said John smiling. "Plus, I mean how good did they make you look!! I mean you are like a ten. The hair, the dress, the boobs. How did they make them look so good?" "Silicon inserts, tape, glue, and they are pushed up to the moon. What you see popping out of the dress is all me. Everything else is everything else," said Mark laughing. "Hope they come back down when we're done!" "Well, whatever it is looks damn good," said John smiling. "You are one of the hottest girls here. Every guy will be staring at you in this. Sorry, but it's like so sexy yet classy. Long legs and a thin waist with that red hair looks damn good on you buddy." "Ok, easy now. HONEY. Careful with the buddy thing," said Mark chuckling. "Remember who I am." "Yes, sorry my lovely fianc?e," said John chuckling. "Or maybe my sexy fianc?e." "Ok, jerk! Don't forget how much I've done here to become your sexy fianc?e," said Mark snapping back on him. "You know they measured me like a million times and made sure I've eaten salad like every damn meal to fit me into these crazy outfits. Who knows how much weight I've lost during this. I mean if I ate an oreo this dress wouldn't fit me." "Ok, ok," said John. "thank you." "Sorry to interrupt the happy couple," said Marlene, tapping John's shoulder. "They are starting the presentations John, so you better get in there. Wow them honey!! Remember you are a tremendous presenter so just relax and your presentation will be fine." "See you in like an hour honey," said John, softly kissing Mark on the lips. "Oh ok," said Mark surprised. "We can't watch them." "Nope, employees only. Sorry there Red," said Marlene, taking John's arm and walking off with John. "It's just for them to present to the board of directors on the big stage. Have a few drinks and mingle with the other girlfriends and wives." Mark had a few drinks and talked to a few people as he waited for everyone to return. "Mame are you Megan?" said a waiter, holding out a magnetic room key. "Yes," said Mark as he took the key. "What is this for?" "Mame, your presence is requested in Suite 12B," said the waiter. "You will be able to watch a viewing of the presentations there. Follow me please." Mark followed the waiter to the suite and opened the door. "Well, good evening Megan," said Mr. Sanders, greeting Mark. "Oh, what a lovely surprise sir," said Mark, walking over and kissing his cheek. "I thought we'd bend a few rules and let you see your fianc?e present tonight, being that we both have a vested interest in his advancement," said Mr. Sanders holding out his hand and pointing to the sofa. "Please be seated. He's coming on right now." "Thank you sir," said Mark politely, as he sat down ,slowly adjusting his short skirt and crossing his legs carefully. They watched together as John did a fantastic job presenting. When he finished, Mr. Sanders looked at his watch, applauded and turned off the television. "So, he was terrific. Don't you think Megan?" said Mr. Sanders smiling. "Yes, sir," said Mark smiling. "I think he did wonderfully. I certainly hope you will give him a chance sir." "Yes, I certainly am considering everything that you two have to offer," said Mr. Sanders with a big smile. "That of course is why I wanted to see you privately again dear." "Oh?" said Mark confused. "Well let me just say that our engagement came as quite a surprise sir. It was something we planned but I--". "Megan, please. Let me go first ok," said Mr. Sanders, stopping him. "I know I hurt you and I'm sorry. Our affair was amazing and I don't regret it for a moment. You are the most passionate and beautiful young woman I have ever been with and the sex with you was just incredible. I wanted to have you here because when I saw you in the office the other day, I realized something was so different about you but I just couldn't put my finger on it at first. I thought it was just a new hairstyle, or maybe you in that business suit, or even that you've matured but then it hit me after you left." "It hit you!" said Mark, in shock about what he was hearing about his cousin's affair with the boss. "Yes, like a ton of bricks honey. You were nervous and it was apparent," said Mr. Sanders, moving now next to Mark on the couch and put his arm around him and his hand on Mark's knee. "I realized that we still had feelings for each other and that you had not shaken them, nor had I." "Mr. Sanders, It's not what you th--," said Mark, as suddenly Mr. Sanders interrupted him mid-sentence and jammed his tongue into his mouth. Mr. Sanders held him tightly and awkwardly as he did not return the kiss and finally after thirty seconds let him go. "Sir, I can't," said Mark stunned and almost crying. "This is crazy." "Megan, I'm sorry I hurt you before, but I know you and I know what you want," said Mr. Sanders, as he stood up and put his hands on Mark's shoulders. "I remember every love letter you wrote me. I remember our passion. And I haven't forgotten your last fantasy and I'm sorry it didn't happen last time for us like it was supported to, but I'm going to make it happen now." "Sir, please this is not what you think," said Mark. "I'm in a fancy dress. I just spent hours in the salon. I ahh I ahh." "Yes, Megan I know. I remember," said Mr. Sanders. "I remember your fantasy of being dressed to the nines, having your hair done in curls, and being engaged to the man of your dreams. Then when his back is turned, you have a moment of weakness with an old lover who forces himself on you. You realize there is nothing you can do about it, so you embrace it, enjoy it, and never forget the passion before becoming that beautiful bride. I remember every word of it from your letter and I remember how you want it to happen for you." Mark was speechless as Mr. Sanders looked down at him now, smiling. Mr. Sanders now unbuckled his belt and pulled off his pants. Mark jumped up as Mr. Sanders grabbed his arm and quickly cuffed his hands behind his back, and pushed him back on the couch. He unzipped his fly as Mark started to stand up to get away and he pushed him back down on the couch as his pants slid around his ankles. He now slid down his boxers and took his belt, wrapping it behind Mark's neck as again he tried to stand up. He now pushed down on his neck, forcing him towards his large manhood as Mark started squirming and panicking. "Please, Mr. Sanders. This is not my fantasy," said Mark. "This is not what I want." "I'm sorry dear," said Mr. Sanders. "I should have remembered what a perfectionist you are for a girl so into S&M." Mr. Sanders removed the belt from the back of his neck and then lifted his hair. He now placed the belt under his hair and squeezed his neck, making him gasp for air. As he gasped ,Mr. Sanders pushed his mouth right on to his penis. "Better honey! I know you'd kill me if I destroyed those curls," said Mr. Sanders. "Enjoy honey. I know you've waited a long time to finally have oral sex with me. Don't worry I'll do all the work." Mr. Sanders forcefully bobbed his head up and down as Mark could not believe what was happening to him. He thought he was going to pass out as Mr. Sanders was now thrusting himself deeper and deeper into his mouth. Finally, he felt Mr. Sanders tensing up and pushing very deeply. He tightened up his grip as he could taste him now in his mouth, almost chocking him as he gagged, feeling his sperm running down his throat. Mr. Sanders now slowly pulled out as Mark took a breath, swallowing his mouthful. "Lick it clean bitch," said Mr. Sanders, squeezing his neck and scaring him half to death. Shaking with the shock of everything, Mark licked Mr. Sanders all over as finally he released his grip and stood up. "What an amazing woman you are!" said Mr. Sanders as he pulled up his pants. "John is one lucky guy. You guys are going to have an amazing love life together. You can use the bathroom to fix yourself up and then I'll see you out there after I wipe some of this lip gloss and glitter off me." "Wait, uncuff me!" said Mark, squirming to stand up and turning around. "Sorry," said Mr. Sanders helping him stand up. "Damn you are hot." Mr. Sanders bent down and softly kissed his breasts and then held him, kissing his lips. He then reached behind him, rubbing his ass, reaching his hand under the dress before unlocking the cuffs. "Damn I wish we had all night," said Mr. Sanders as he left the room. "I miss you so much!" Mark took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom. He could see sticky semen all over his chin and across his right cheek. He took a few tissues, wet them and wiped himself clean. He found a toothbrush, realizing it was Mr. Sanders and felt grossed out as he thought about using it. He grabbed some mouthwash from under the counter and gargled and then used the toothbrush realizing he already had Mr. Sander's saliva in his mouth anyway. He opened his purse to fix his lip gloss, realizing that his 24 hour lip color had not come off so he just re- glossed them. He picked at his hair, spraying a few curls and took a deep breath, straightening his dress before leaving the room. He walked back into the main ballroom now as everyone had begun to return. He quickly downed two shots and looked up, seeing John as he sipped some champagne. He waited as John spotted him and came over immediately, putting his hand into Mark's. "Hey gorgeous," said John, immediately kissing him as he put on show for his colleagues. "Miss me?" "Of course," said Mark, smiling as all eyes were on him. "You have no idea how much." "Well, I'm all yours now honey," said John, as he was very excited now. "So, I assume it went well then," said Mark rolling his eyes. "Well, great job young man," said Mr. Sanders ,interrupting and putting out his hand. "Thank you sir," said John, shaking his boss's hand. "Good evening Mrs. Sanders. It's lovely to see you again. May I introduce you to my fianc?e Megan?" "Oh how wonderful for you John. Fianc?e'! Congratulations to both of you," said Mrs. Sanders hugging them. "It's a pleasure to meet you Megan!" "Thank you, Mrs. Sanders!" said Mark. "Please call me Deloris dear," said Mrs. Sanders. "So what do you have in mind for your wedding dear? I just love weddings." "Oh well, nothing much yet Deloris," said Mark, flicking his wrist as John nervously hung on the answer. "We haven't selected a date or place yet, but I've always dreamed of a fall wedding since I was a little girl. Something in a classic romantic setting with lovely gardens that will work well with a timeless, yet elegant dress. Simple black tie for the men, but maybe formal long Vera Wang gowns for the bridesmaids in a fall rose or fuscha color. I'm thinking a Valentino A-line or mermaid cut dress for me, and I'm just in love with the Elan finger tip veils especially if I put my hair up but we'll see." "Sounds wonderful dear," said Mrs. Sanders. "I love a girl that has it all together. You're a lucky man John. Have you spent as much time thinking about it?" "Well not yet Mrs. Sanders," said John. "Please, he's so modest," said Mark, interrupting to save him and cuddling his arm lovingly. "He's very involved. Just yesterday we registered and picked china patterns together, then he spent over an hour with me looking at bridal hairdos. I mean how many men are so involved in discussing updos vs loose curls vs half up half down styles with hairdressers for two hours. Isn't he just dreamy? We plan on spending every Sunday for the next few months together on it. He's told me it's more important than football to him, so no matter how busy we both are we'll work together on the wedding at least on Sundays. He cares, and he can be so sensitive, which is so important to me." Mark now leaned on his tippy toes, reached up and planted a firm kiss on John and then turned, smiling at Mrs. Sanders as he cuddled him, batting his long eye lashes. "How lucky you are to have a man like that," said Mrs. Sanders, giving a dirty look to her husband before poking him. "What a dream boat." "Attention everyone!! Attention please," Shouted Mr. Sanders, as everyone turned and stopped talking. "I'd like to make an announcement. I'd like you to raise your glasses and congratulate our new Vice President. Congratulations on your promotion and your upcoming wedding. I'm very happy for both of you." Everyone applauded as John was overwhelmed and stood there waving and saying thank you. "Thank you sir," said John shaking his hand. " You've certainly earned it this evening," said Mr. Sanders winking at Mark. "Thanks again," said an ecstatic Mark taking a deep breath. "Relax son," said Mr. Sanders punching him softly in the arm. "Be in my office at 7 am on Monday and we'll do all the paperwork." "Of course sir and thank you," said John, as Mr. and Mrs. Sanders walked away. "So it's over!" said a relieved John, hugging Mark. "Thanks for everything. Thanks my best friend." "Aaahhh finally," said a relieved Mark, as John let him go. "Yeah everything and more. You have no idea." "I'm sure this was tough," said John rubbing his friends bare back. "Hey, watch the hair!" said Mark trying to make a joke. "Because tomorrow it's gone." "Damn! Redheads are so fiery. I guess that's what makes them so sexy," said John, breathing easily now and cracking a joke. "Well thanks again man! But honestly you make a better chick than a dude." "Ok, enough asshole! But obviously you really couldn't get a girl as hot as me," said Mark laughing. "Now seriously, this is my last day in heels, so get promoted and then make up whatever break up story you need to." "No problem. I'll do that in like a few months after the dust settles, but until then you'll be my new screensaver," said John laughing. "That will give you some time in case you change your mind. I mean I didn't think you wanted to keep wearing dresses but you never know." "No chance asshole," Whispered Mark in John's ear. "So, I see that this little Megan thing has really worked out for you two little love birds," said Marlene, teasing as she interrupted. "Congratulations Mr. new VP. I'm so happy for you." "Thanks," said John hugging her. "And thanks to May and the girls. Tell her I'll stop by and personally thank her this week." "Don't forget to invite us all to the wedding though Megan," said Marlene teasing. "I mean how beautiful do you look in that gorgeous Valentino gown." "You actually tried on wedding gowns," said John, looking at the picture as Marlene handed it to him. "John, give me that please," said Mrs. Sanders as she interrupted them and took the photo. "I realize you want to see how beautiful she'll look, but seeing her in her dress before the wedding is bad luck." "Sorry Mrs. Sanders," said John. "Of course you are correct. She's so beautiful, my Megan." "So I have a lovely surprise for you two," said Mrs. Sanders. "John, Megan, let me introduce you to Jacques Crystale." "Hello Jacques," said John shaking hands. "Nice to meet you," said Mark, extending his hand. "A pleasure my dear," said Jacques, as he kissed Mark's wrist. "Jacques is a long time client of ours and is the finest wedding planner in the city," said Mrs. Sanders. "I have hired him to do your wedding and all expenses will be handled by the firm which my husband has already approved. I have told Jacques that you have allocated every Sunday afternoon for your wedding, and I have booked an appointment with him for the next twelve Sundays at 1pm. You two will also go for a week to his couples retreat, all expenses paid as soon as we can get you scheduled." "How wonderful is that," Screamed Marlene, covering her mouth in laughter. "What a gift Mrs. Sanders." "Deloris, please we couldn't accept that," said Mark panicking. "Dear, relax. I know this is an overwhelming evening for you dear," said Jacques, taking Mark's arm and guiding him off as Mrs. Sanders took the other arm. "While Mark deals with clients, we'll work on what's important in your life, and then on Sundays you'll give him a little say. That's all men really need anyway. Trust me, I've been married twenty years. Mark will be making enough money now to give you the kind of wedding and lifestyle a girl like you deserves." Mark looked back over his shoulder, almost ready to scream as John stood there surprised, shrugging his shoulders but unable to help as Mr. Sanders was bringing over clients to him. "So Megan, while he works honey, we'll hit the stores and the salons," said Jacques. "I love Valentino but all I ask is that you have an open mind dear. I always advise my brides to try on forty or fifty dresses before we finally decide. After that, we'll spend a few weeks trying different things with your hair dear, and on Sundays we'll make him feel like he's actually involved. It's going to be so much fun with you. Have you ever had any work done? I'll introduce you to someone and we'll take care of that little bump on your nose? And are you really a C? Come on you can tell me? Oh, and we have to discuss some of that china! Dear it's not going to work for you? Oh, and I assume you're open to a new colorist? Maybe we'll try...BLAH BLAH...BLAH....." The End