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Max to Maxie Chapter 2 - Here today, gone to Maui After getting home and starting class again, we fell into a nice routine. I seldom wore my "old" clothes any more I liked the way my new clothes felt and fitted me. Sandi liked my hair curled so on one of our salon visits, I got a perm. To be honest, I loved how my hair turned out. I was still right on the edge of being unisex looking but, I still got called Miss at least a couple of times a week. Wearing the butt plug became second nature for me. It created a sensation of fullness that I found to be very pleasant. It had a flared base that prevented it from slipping all the way inside me. The more that I wore the butt plug, the more that I grew to like wearing it for extended periods of time. I ended up wearing the plug during my daily activities. It added a dimension of fun and naughtiness to my routines. It was a thrill to have a "secret" that no one else knew about! Wearing the plug prepared me for my "bitching" and the plug got my anus accustomed to penetration and generated excitement. There was no doubt that this was a tool in our dominant/submissive relationships, with Sandi ordering me to wear a plug for a certain length of time. Then one night at the end of January, Sandi came to bed wearing her strap- on "cock". Of course, I had completely cleaned myself out like I did every night. She had me lie on my back and put pillows under my butt. She put a condom on me and removed the butt plug. She lay on top of me, kissing me and nibbling my ear lobes. By the time she had me put my legs over her shoulders and penetrated me, I was getting more excited than I had for months. The butt plug had done its job because; she easily slid her "cock" inside me. As she was pumping me, she started sucking on my nipples. Just as I was coming, she bit my nipples sending a combination of pain and ecstasy through my body. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I had just been "bitched" and loved it. As before, she had me swallow my own cum. From that point on, the only way I was allowed to cum was with anal sex. The next couple of months went by fast. Our routine hadn't changed very much. During the week we had class. After class I was expected to have the apartment clean and dinner cooked. We would see Mom every couple of weeks. She loved my new hair style and would often comment that I should have been born a girl. She was always taking us out shopping and would buy us jewelry, clothes or shoes. For Spring break, we decided that we would go to Maui for 10 days. We got tickets for the red eye so that we could leave right after we got out of class and would get there first thing in the morning. I was going to buy a suitcase when Sandi told me not to worry because she had a three piece luggage set. One was a large bag and the other two were identical smaller bags. I could use one of the smaller bags. When it became time to start packing I found that one of the smaller suitcases was filled with stuffed animals and other things from Sandi's past. She was using it for storage. I packed everything I needed in the other suitcase and had some room to spare. Sandi on the other hand, was packing so much that you would have thought she was staying for a month. Class was out by 4:00 and by the time we picked up our things from home and got to the airport, it was almost 6:00 and our plane left on time at 8:00. Because of the time difference, we got into Maui at 10:30 that night. By the time we got our luggage, rental car and got to the hotel, it was almost midnight (Maui time). We checked in and went to our room. We were both exhausted but, I started to unpack anyway. When I opened my suitcase, to get something to wear that night, to my surprise, the suitcase was filled with Sandi's stuffed animals. I was sure that I had put the right suitcase in the car. I told Sandi what happened and I asked her, "Now what do I do?" She told me not to worry about it tonight there's nothing we can do about it now anyway. She tossed me one of her nighties and told me go to bed, with which I quickly complied. We were both so tired that we actually just slept. The next morning I woke up first and took a shower. When I finished, Sandi was up and I asked her about happened to my clothes. She said that I probably just grabbed the wrong suitcase. "Well we could go out and buy you a whole new wardrobe. But, you have so many clothes already at home, when we get home, they will either be thrown out or stuffed away never to be seen again. It seems like a waste of money." "I can't wear these clothes for the next 10 days." "You don't have to. Look, I brought more than enough clothes for this trip. We'll just share the clothes that I brought." "I can't do that. Everyone will look at me like a guy in drag." Sandi just laughed, "Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately. With a few small changes people will look at you as just another girl on vacation. Besides it will be fun being girlfriends for the next 10 days." "But what if someone finds out?" "Trust me they won't. I'll make you a little wager. We go out today as Sandi and Maxie. If anyone makes you as a guy, I will buy you all of the clothes that you want. If no one makes you as a guy, then we spend the rest of our time here as girlfriends. Do we have a bet?" What could I do? This is the first time in months where she has actually given me a choice. The thought of having to make a choice was making a bit uncomfortable. I had got used to her making all of the decisions and now I had to make one. Later I realized that she had "torn" me down as much as she could and now she was using this to rebuild into the person that she wanted me to be. "Ok, I'll do it." "Great! Just a little more and different makeup and the right clothes, your Mother won't even recognize you." With that, she gave me a sleeveless sun dress to wear. Under which, I just wore a pushup demi bra, stuffed with tissue, and matching panties. None of Sandi's shoes fit me so for the time being, I just wore flip flops. My perm had relaxed so that I just had waves right now. So our first stop that morning was a local salon where we both got our hair washed and styled. Sandi's with a curling iron and mine with a roller set. They redid the polish on our nails. I was wearing a light pink on my toenails and clear on my fingernails. But first, the manicurist put on a full set of acrylic nails that were 3/8" long and squared off on the ends. She then polished my fingernails and toenails with a bright red polish. Sandi also had them wax my eyebrows to make them thinner and more arched. Our next stop was the shoe store where I bought a pair of sandals, 2 pairs of heels and 2 pairs of flats. After that it was to the makeup counter to get what I needed. Our last stop was to buy me a pair of prosthetic breasts and glue for them. Finally we were finished shopping. I stopped trying to second guess Sandi a long time ago. Whenever she had an idea, I just deferred to her judgment and went along with her. But, with what we spent this morning, I could have bought everything that I needed for our trip. Oh well, I just had to go with the flow and try and enjoy our vacation. Besides, Sandi was right. No one this morning saw me as anything other than a young woman on vacation. By the end of the first day, I have to admit that I was having a great time as Maxie. Being a "girl" seemed like it was second nature for me. Any shyness I had had about going out in a dress was long gone. Sandi said that I was a natural and should have been born a girl. We spent our trip laying around and taking it easy. Sandi gave me a bikini to wear. Taking time to properly tuck and with my "new breasts", I looked like a skinny girl with no hips. But, this gave me an opportunity to begin my vacation tan. We drove around the island to the town of Hanna and spent the night. This was one of the windiest roads that I have ever been on. I am glad that I don't get care sick. While the drive was a bit scary, it was also very beautiful and well worth the ride. We also did site seeing, swimming, snorkeling, laying on the beach and of course shopping. The first time it happened I felt very uncomfortable. The last thing that I thought would happen to me was a guy hitting on me. But, Sandi told me to just enjoy the attention. Then after it started getting a bit annoying and the guys weren't taking no for an answer, Sandi gave me a big kiss right in front of them. She just smiled and said, "Sorry guys, she's mine." The guys seemed to get even more turned on so we left, so for the rest of the rip we tease the guys by kissing in public. Every night Sandi would put on her strap-on and f...k me. Just the thought of her using it on me, made me feel warm all over and gave me a sense of contentment. I was so used to it now that I no longer had to wear my butt plug. Then she introduced me to milking. Milking is where Sandi stimulated my prostate gland, causing the non-eruptive discharge of my semen instead of a spurted ejaculation. By doing this, I never quite got to orgasm like I did with an ejaculation. It was more of a constant maddening oozing and draining of my essence. Sandi prevented me from getting my release. She was able to hold me at a point where her purposes are the only ones that matter. I was well stimulated, to be sure, but the intensity is so well controlled by her that I became Sandi's total slave. She was able to manipulate my deepest inner sexuality to the point that enslavement to her wishes was my only release. This formed a bond that bound me enduringly and without reservation to the thorough and endlessly wholehearted pleasuring of Sandi. Milking me was a slow process deliberate that resulted in the draining of my essence as well as the draining away my will to resist Sandi. It was hypnotically pleasurable but I wasn't allowed to cum. Sandi started massaging my prostate with her fingers but soon did it with her "cock". But the process became so consuming that I didn't care. Sandi simultaneously smeared, my cum, around my lips and nose while she probed me with her "cock" or strap-on, to aid greatly in the re-conditioning process. By this time I had figured out what I needed to do for the most pleasure. When Sandi was using me anally, with her "cock", to get the best stimulation to my prostate I assisted her by working the "cock" against my prostate, arching and bending into its pressures. I was more than eager to grind my hips. With a little practice, I became uninhibited in my gyrations. So Sandi not only fucked me, but I fucked me for her. I literally became Sandi's dancing erotic puppet under her control. I not only started getting used to the milking, but I actually craved it more than any other thing. At first, it took longer but soon I found that once the massaging starts, my penis starts to drip and ooze right away. I love the slow oozing, I love the taste, I love being kept open beneath her. Every night, for the rest of our trip, this was our routine and I was thoroughly bitched. When our trip was over, I was totally consumed by Sandi's milking of me. I just knew that this had to be her last, the most effective and final step in me becoming her total submissive. She had me right where she wanted me and there wasn't anything I would do for her. That brought up another dilemma. What clothes do I wear? With the way I look now, it would be hard to put on the only guys clothes that I had here. To be honest, I wasn't sure that I wanted to wear them anyway, even though they were very unisex looking. Other than when I was wearing my bathing suit, the whole trip I had worn nothing other than a dress. Sandi had brought a couple of pairs of shorts and capris but, I didn't really want to wear them either. I guess both Sandi and Mom were right, I should have been born a girl. I knew that this had been another turning point, a new milestone, in my life. I loved being Maxie and Sandi loved having her around too. If I wore my old clothes home, then maybe there's a chance that Max may still be around. But, if I wear a dress home, then more than likely Max is gone and has been replaced by Maxie. Sandi asked me if I liked being Maxie. "Oh yes of course I do." "Then wear the dress home and we will discuss your future later". This was more of an order than a suggestion. So I wore a sundress and heels to the airport. The only problem that I had going home was the look that I got from the TSA when they checked my driver's license. The gal looked close at me and finally realized that yes the picture on my license was me and she let me through. The rest of the trip was a breeze and I found out that wearing a dress, in a plane, was actually very comfortable. After we got home, I was wearing dresses most of the time. Even when I wore my "boy" clothes, which were pretty much women's pants and such anyway, I was mistaken for anything other than a girl. Even at school, no one was surprised the first time I wore a dress to class. I even got some positive comments about my good taste in clothes. We went to see my Mom and when she saw me she burst into tears of happiness. She told me that she wanted to see me like this for so long. How she always wanted a daughter and with Sandi and me, she now has two. Immediately after we got home several things started happening: Sandi started taking my clothes and putting them on her side of the closet and her clothes on my side of the closet. We both wore the same size, except for shoes, so that made it easy to do. She encouraged me to start wearing dresses and skirts fulltime now. Sandi made an appointment, for me, with a psychologist who had worked "guys" like me before. I met with Dr. Rosen once a week. Sandi wanted to talk about our future. It turned out that the family company's Seattle office was having problems. When Jacquie's brother Pat was married the operation of the Company was turned over to his wife Denise. Pat and Denise were never very good business people. When they had their first child, Courtney, Pat started staying home and becoming a house husband. Denise was a brilliant designer but, couldn't care less about the day to day operations. The Seattle office was so poorly manage that there was some very real talk about just shutting it down and transferring everything to the Home office. Sandi had pretty much grown up helping her Mom. She started around age 12 sweeping up. As she grew older she learned from the designers about fashion and design but, really got interested in the business end of it. All through High School and College, she was constantly developing business models to help improve productivity. The Board of Directors even adopted a couple of her ideas. "We need to discuss what we are going to do after we graduate. I know that you haven't accepted that job offer from Action Graphics in San Francisco. I have been offered a position to take over our Company's operation in Seattle. They are looking for a graphic artist so I took the liberty of sending them a copy of your resume` and some of your work. They want to meet with you next week. But somehow I think the job will be offered to you. So I think we should both move up there together." "Wow! Is that what you want?" "Of course it is." "Then I will do it." "Good, then we need to go out and get matching engagement rings. The jobs start in September and I want to be married before then." I was a bit shocked. We had talked about marriage but this hit me out of the blue. I told her that I wasn't sure if I was ready yet to take on the responsibility of being married. She flat told me that if we weren't going to get married then the last 9 months were a complete waste of time and that I could just go to San Francisco on my own. When we met, I didn't think that I would ever be controlled and be submissive to anyone. But in the 9 months, Sandi carefully and slowly brought out my submissive side. Now I was completely under her control and I love the changes she has made in me. To be honest, I had grown to love and cherish my role with her. To not have her in my life was unthinkable. "Of course I will marry you!" "Wonderful, I knew that you would and that makes me very happy." We decided that since our family and friends would be coming from at least 10 different States, we would just have a simple wedding with just her Mom and my parents. Then later on during the summer, we would have 2 different receptions, one at each of our home towns. Sandi called and told Jacquie about us getting married. Jacquie was very happy with the idea of us getting married but, she wanted us to come there to get married. Her reasoning was that since I was marrying into her family, they should have a say in where we got married. Besides, there were many more on her side of the family than mine. So the decision was made that we would get married on Saturday July 26 at their family home with the reception to follow. The next week Jacquie flew in with two of her designers and the premarital contract that I had to sign. The designers took all of our measurements. They said that our wedding clothes were going to be a surprise and that we would have our final fitting the week before the wedding. When we were finished getting measured, it was time for me to sign the contract. Reading it over brought me back to my conversation with Jamie at Christmas. There it was in black and white; upon getting married I was to take Sandi's last name, Holmes. Everything that I own will be signed over to her. My sperm will be stored and with-in a year I will be castrated. After we start having children, I will stay at home and raise them. A year ago, I wouldn't have even considered signing this. But now, it was everything that I wanted in my life, I was to become Sandi's wife. I happily signed the contract. The designers returned home but, Jacquie stayed and took us shopping for our engagement and wedding rings. We met Mom and the four of us went out to dinner. Jacquie flew home the next day and Sandi and I focused on the last six weeks of school. The rest of the semester flew by and before I knew it, we were finished. Jacquie, and half of Sandi's family, flew out for our graduation. Mom came and Dad even showed up. It was the first time in at least 10 years that I had seen him. He and Mom split up when I was 5 and I barely remember him even living at home. For the next five years, he would only show up once in a while for birthdays, holidays and such. But, even though he was absent in my life, he always gave Mom more than enough money to support us. He even paid for my college. I didn't really see anyone until after I walked and received the cover for my diploma. I found Sandi, Mom, Jacquie and the rest of her family in the crowd. After all of the hugs and congratulations were finished, I looked up to see Dad with a beautiful woman next to him. He looked at me, not recognizing who I was. I smiled and said, "Dad, it's me Max". He took a second look and this time there was recognition in his eyes. He looked at me, in my dress of course, for a second then just smiled a smile of approval. He came over, gave me a big hug, said congratulations and then introduced me to his fianc?e Susan. I introduced them to Sandi and her family. Even Mom gave him a big hug. Dad wanted to talk with Mom and me alone. "Sarah, it is good to see you again. You have done a wonderful job raising Max, or is it Maxie now?" "Maxie", I said. "Anyway, I came today for two reasons. First, and for most, to see you graduate today but Sarah, it is finally time to sign our divorce papers. You see Maxie, your Mom and I never really divorced. I have always loved her but we weren't good together. We were separated but, we never legally divorced so that you and your Mom could stay on my insurance and collect my benefits if something happened to me. Now Susan and I want to get married so Sarah, I need you to sign the papers". Mom said, "Yes it's time". Dad went on to tell me that when I was very young that they both knew that I was different from the other little boys. I never wanted to play with the other boys I wanted to spend time playing with the girls and that I even had my own doll. Dad said that the more that he tried to get me to do boy things, the more withdrawn I became. He and Mom would always fight about how to raise me. "I knew deep down inside that your Mom was right. But I couldn't accept that fact that my son may be effeminate. So I did the only thing that I could think to do and I left, leaving your Mom to raise you the way you needed to be raised. She did a much better job raising you than I could have ever done. But, the one thing that I could do was to make sure that the both of you were well provided for. Many times I had to work a second job or pull extra shifts but, providing for you was my top priority. I hope that you understand". "Dad, I understand but, I really missed not having a Father around when I was growing up. When I would ask Mom about you, she kept saying that you really loved me and that I wasn't the reason that you and her split up. I kept thinking if he loved me so much, why doesn't he want to come and see me? There were times when I hated you for not being there. But, with time the pain subsided and honestly, I didn't care whether or not you were around. Until now, you might as well have been dead for all I cared". "Can we hopefully start over? I would like to get to know you. It would be great to have a daughter". "Let's take it one day at a time and see what happens. I am not going to say that it will be easy that we will become one big happy family. But, I am willing to give it a try." We hugged and I started crying. All of a sudden an old Johnny Cash song came to mind. Paraphrased it went, "...I came away with a different point of view, I called him Paw and he called daughter and if I have a son I am going make sure that I spend as much time with him as possible". We all went out to lunch together. I had a lot of catching up to do with Dad and I had to start to get to know Susan. Susan was very nice. Her brother was a transgendered boy but, he had to struggle with it. Her parents didn't accept of him and he ran away only to get involved in prostitution. It was when he was out on a "date" that he was killed by a homophobic John. Susan offered her support in any way that she could. After lunch Dad and Susan had to take off but, made a point that they wanted to be in our lives now. Mom, Jacquie, Sandi, most of her family and I went back to our apartment to help us start to pack for our move. The goal was to be out of the apartment in two weeks. We were going to finish packing then fly to Seattle to find a place to move into. After we found someplace we were going to fly back and then the movers were going to come in and move us. Everything went as planned. We found a very nice house only a couple of miles from where we were going to be working. Jacquie and Mom gave us some money for a down payment. The deed on the house, of course, was going to be in Sandi's name. This was a very hectic time for us. Between finishing school, moving and setting up the house, we had to think about our wedding which was going to be in 6 weeks' time. Luckily, it was going to be at Jacquie's house and she was handling most of the details. When I asked her about what I was going to wear, she told me not to worry about it that her designers were working on it right now. We were planning on flying in a week early and we would get our final fittings then. We decided that we would go to Europe for a month for our honeymoon. To do that, I would have to get my Passport changed to reflect the changes that I have made. Before I could do anything else, I had to change my name. Usually it is done after you get married, but there wasn't enough time. So Jacquie's lawyers drew up all of the necessary paperwork for my name change. After a week, I was legally Maxine Marie Holmes. Moving wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Jacquie paid for the moving company to pack up everything that we had well, all of Sandi's things and my clothes. I didn't have anything of my own left, besides my clothes. They moved us to Seattle and we drove there. A week later, we were all unpacked and had started to settle in. One thing was very obvious. We didn't have enough furniture for our house. We decided to wait until after we got back from our honeymoon to finish furnishing the house. Dr. Rosen, my psychologist, gave me a referral to another psychologist in the Seattle area, Dr. Cheryl Markston. Dr. Markston specialized in transgendered patients and we had three sessions before I got married. From talking with me, Sandi and Dr. Rosen, she concluded that was ready to start hormones. She referred me to Dr. John Johnson - Endocrinologist who had lots of experience with patients like me. Dr. Johnson, reviewed what Dr. Markston had sent him, took some blood samples and told me to come back in a week. A week later, I was in Dr. Johnson's office, with him telling us about what the hormones would and wouldn't do. Sandi asked what I wanted and I said I wanted something that would work the fastest and be the safest to take. The method Dr. Johnson recommended, involved focusing on the testosterone in my body. He explained, while estrogens produce feminine attributes, their ability to reverse already established male attributes is poor. He said that he found that the reduction of testosterone to a low normal female level was essential. He wanted to reduce the testosterone's presence as much as possible through the use of higher doses of estrogen. He continued that estrogens, alone, aren't sufficient to totally de- masculinize me. He said that he found that anti-androgens were necessary to completely feminize/de-masculinize males who were past puberty. Only anti-androgens can significantly deal with the testosterone, giving me a fully female body. He recommended that I start on this drug regimen: Estradiol - 4 mg (sublingual) daily. Estradiol Gel - Apply 3 measures daily to my skin. Propecia - 6 mg (divided, morning and evening). Spironolactone - 200 mg divided dose, morning and evening. Progestin - 10 mg daily for 10 days of the month Dr. Johnson went on to explain to me about each of the drugs: The estradiol was to be taken under my tongue in the morning and in the evening. By taking the tablets under my tongue, the hormones will go directly into my blood stream, by-passing my liver. This allows the more potent estradiol to remain in my system, and also produces less strain on the liver. The estradiol gel applied daily to the skin. The gel absorbs through the skin and takes about 12 hours to absorb through my skin and into the blood stream. With the Propecia and Spironolactone full feminization is obtained in two to three years. He explained that my scalp hair will thicken, and since I am not showing any signs of male pattern baldness, I won't lose my hair. My body hair will diminish to a female level and I will develop a much more female shape. He continued, since I don't show many masculine traits, I will benefit in subtle ways, especially as I age. He warned that if I don't take control of my testosterone levels and take an incomplete or sporadic approach to my therapy, I will likely show a more coarsening in features as I age. He explained that the progestin may have the potential to promote breast development. He finished up by telling me that I need to come in a week for another blood test or sooner if I feel any adverse side effects. He told me that becoming moody and emotional, at least at first is normal and not to be alarmed by it. After the first blood test he said that he wanted me to come in once a month for follow up blood tests. With that, he wrote out my prescriptions. I couldn't wait to get my prescriptions filled. Went we finally got home, I ran into the kitchen, got a glass of water and took my first pills. I don't know why but I was a bit disappointed. Nothing happened. I didn't feel any different. I looked the same. No magical transformation. Sandi just laughed and told me to give it time. The next day we were at the local sperm bank for me to make the first of my deposits. We walked in and the receptionist had a bit of a confused look on her face when we said that I wanted to store some sperm. "Do you mean that you want to sign up to withdraw some sperm so that one of you can get pregnant?" "No, my fianc?e is transgendered and is starting to transition to become a woman. She just started hormones and we want to get some of her sperm stored before she becomes sterile." A week later I got my first blood test and we were back on the plane flying to Jacquie's. We were late taking off and then had to be routed around a big thunderstorm. We ended up landing over an hour late. Jacquie was there to meet us. After all of our hugs and kisses, she told us that we were going to Maggie and Jamie's for dinner. Janet and Alex and their families were going to be there too. "Yes they just landed; we should be there in about 45 minutes. Go ahead and start eating if you want.....Oh ok we will be there as soon as we can....we are leaving right now". With that Jacquie hung up her cell phone and we took off. Jacquie must have been hungry because we got there in less than 35 minutes. Everyone was glad to see us. Jamie and Alex were just putting out the dinner. It is a family custom that at dinner, the men sit on one end of the table and the women sit on the other. I was going to sit between Jamie and Alex when I was told no and to come and sit by Maggie and her daughters. I didn't think too much about it. I just thought that they wanted to talk, which we did. Everyone, at that end of the table, was asking about our move, about the wedding, how nice I was dressed, etc. At the end of dinner I got up to help Jamie and Alex clear the table and clean up. Again, I was told no come with us, besides that's men's work. I followed them into the family room and we continued our conversations. Jamie came in carrying a tray with a coffee pot and cups and saucers. He looked at me with an envious look but didn't say a word. By the time the evening was over and it was time to go to Jacquie's, I came to realize something. I was being treated like one of the women and I had been elevated to a new position, still below the women but definitely above the men. As nice as they were to me at Christmas, it was now like they embracing me as one of their own, well almost. When we got to Jacquie's, we were so tired that we just went straight to bed. The next morning, Jacquie said we had a big day ahead of us. Besides getting fitted for our wedding clothes, we were going to have a spa day. I got dressed in a sundress and sandals. Sandi wore pants and a top. I don't know why but, I never could get used to seeing Sandi wearing just pants. She hadn't worn a dress or skirt since Hawaii. She always looked very nice and feminine but, no dress or skirt. I guess I know who's wearing the pants in our relationship. I thought, at least I will see her wearing a wedding dress. After breakfast we went to Jacquie's office. As we walked in, I immediately saw the most beautiful wedding that I had ever seen. It was a strapless organza fit and flare gown with draped bodice and hand-cut bias flange skirt that created a sense of organic curves and motion. This spectacular dress was gorgeous on its own but, it had a crystal sash to make it look extra special. I immediately thought that Sandi would look fantastic in it. Next to it was a light pink tuxedo with a pink ruffled shirt and tie. I thought, yeah I can wear that. "How do you like your wedding clothes?" I looked at Jacquie and said, "I think Sandi would look will look fantastic in that dress and I love the pink tux." Both Jacquie and Sandi started to laugh. "No silly, the tux is for Sandi and the dress is for you." I smiled because deep down I really wanted to wear that dress. We took our new clothes and went into the fitting room. Since my gown was strapless, I was given a bustier, with push up cups and garters, to put on first. Sandi and I had talked about starting me on corset training but, I had never worn anything like this before. I took my dress and bra off. I stopped feeling uncomfortable and long time ago standing with just my panties on. Sandi put the bustier around me and started closing it with the hook and eye closures. With each hook she put into the eye, I felt the bustier pulling me in giving me a shape that I had wanted for a very long time now. When she finished, I felt that the bustier was controlling me but, it wasn't uncomfortable. They had me sit down and they showed me how to put on nylons and hook them to the garters. Then they brought out a pair of white pumps with 4" heels. I have been wearing heels for months now so these posed no problem for me. They had me stand up and they put a strapless full bridal gown slip over my head pulling and adjusting it into place. Finally it was time to put on my dress. They put it over my head and zipped me up. It fit like a dream except that it was a bit too long. While the seamstress was marking the hem on my dress, Sandi went and put on her tuxedo. It also fit her very well except for the hem on the pants. The seamstress marked her hem line and said that both would be ready before the wedding. I couldn't help myself; I walked over to the mirror to look at myself. I couldn't believe it; something about a wedding dress makes you feel special and beautiful. But looking in the mirror there was no mistaking this beautiful young bride. I felt like a princess. Sandi said, "Well when you are done ogling yourself, we have a spa appointment to make". We all laughed and they helped me get my dress off. 30 minutes later we were walking into the Oasis Salon and Spa. Patty, who did my hair the last time we were there, was the first to greet us. She looked at me and smiled saying that she thought I looked fantastic. She wasn't going to do anything with my hair today but, I did have an appointment the morning of the wedding. To be continued.