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Snow Bunny By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 5 "Just understand unlike my cute friend here, I do have a boyfriend," said Lisa, tapping Tyler's bicep as she began walking. "That's cool. He's a lucky guy!" said Tyler. "Let's hit the slopes." It was extremely strange for Mike sitting on the lift next to Lisa and Tyler on the right as the guys sat to the outside on the quad lift. They shared some laughs and nice conversation as Lisa, as always, enjoyed acting as the ring leader, being somewhat flirtatious yet knowing exactly where to draw the line. As they began skiing, Mike knew exactly what Tyler was doing each time they would stop on the slopes and he would put his hands on Mike's hips or back, adjusting his form and technique. It was going to be a long day skiing, he thought to himself. "Stop being so stiff, Monique," said Lisa, amusing herself. "Whether she likes it or not, please keep helping her. She's so stubborn, so I think this will really help her." "Lisa, please I'm fine," Mike retorted, not enjoying her pushiness. "Tyler, she thinks she's better than she is my friend, but I won't turn down the help," said Lisa, giggling as Sam had his hands on Lisa's hips for a moment. "She did hit her head yesterday skiing." "Oh no?" said Tyler concerned. "You're ok though, right?" "I'm fine," said Mike rolling his eyes. "I'm better." "Yeah, she's much better now, especially after a good night's sleep," said Lisa sarcastically. He wasn't sure if Lisa enjoyed egging them on to make him uncomfortable, or if she was testing their relationship. He had little choice playing along, but did keep his distance as best he could without being bitchy. After a long day of skiing, they sat having coffee and chatting for over an hour, before finally Lisa was the one that broke up their long day together. "I thought that day would never end," said Mike as they all gave some friendly hugs good bye. "You're so full of it," Lisa grinned. "I know you loved the skiing, and you've gotten pretty good at playing the blonde thing." "Lisa, come on. Yeah the skiing here is unbelievable, but the blonde thing?" said Mike slightly agitated. "How else am I supposed to act? All I really wanted was to be here with you." "That's sweet! I was hoping you'd say that," said Lisa, kissing his cheek. "You know that Ginny and Beth decided to go separate ways this morning snowboarding, so it would be better for you and me to spend a little time together. You want to talk about all this now? You got anything you want to tell me, and are you ready to talk about last night?" "No," said Mike annoyed as they walked together. "Like what? You made me do all this." "Did I?" said Lisa, putting her hands on her hips as she stopped walking. "What about last night? You ready to talk about that? I don't remember MAKING you do anything then, did I?" "I.. I.."" uttered Mike. "I told you I overslept. What else do you want me to say? I've got nothing to say!" "I didn't think so," said Lisa, shaking her head. "Whatever!" "Lisa, please," said Mike as she put her hand in his face like a stop sign. "Stop! Don't do this to either of us!" said Lisa, taking a deep breath. "Let's just get through our last night. I really thought getting in touch with your feminine side would really help deepen our relationship. Obviously I was wrong!" Mike stood there feeling guilty as Lisa stormed off. He looked at his watch, mindful of the time as he turned, heading to the salon to see Vicky. "Hey Monique," said Brittany as he walked in. "You're a little early and still in your ski clothes?" "Yeah, I'm just a bit wiped, and don't feel like going back to the room," replied Mike. "No biggie girl," said Britany. "I'll hook you up. No one is scheduled to be in room 3 for a few hours, so you can take a quick cat nap there. There's a clean robe and you can toss your clothes in the laundry bag. I'll have them sent back to your room, and I guess you can put on the clothes you came in earlier, as they're still here." "Thanks," said Mike, mentally and physically wiped. He went into the back room, feeling better after he changed into the robe, quickly napping on the massage table. He enjoyed a nice dream, feeling so relaxed until a warm soothing touch awakened him. "Feels amazing, right," A voice startled him as Mike raised his head slightly. "No, no relax," said the man, massaging his shoulders. "This is a freebie after an incredible day." "Tyler?" said Mike. "Just call me your private masseuse," replied Tyler,working his shoulders. "You're so tense, Monique." "Tyler, what the hell are you doing in here?" Mike started to resist. "Relax, I do this here part time. Remember you met me here your first day?" said Tyler, pushing him back down a bit. "I know that, silly," said Mike as it did feel good. "I meant like here in this room. Now get out, I was napping." "Shush and let me just relax those muscles. I do this all the time. I'm a professional," said Tyler, squeezing his shoulders. "Thanks anyway, but I can't." Mike tried to get up. "I'm sure you're wiped from skiing anyway." "I'm not taking no for an answer," said Tyler, resisting him from pushing off the table. "Now, let's work out that stiffness of yours." "Tyler, stop," Mike squirmed. "I'm not comfortable with this." "I don't bite, Monique," said Tyler sarcastically. "You were comfortable with me all day skiing, and what about yesterday having breakfast? Now just zip those pretty lips of yours, and let's get all that built up tension out of you." "Like I have a choice! Just don't get too crazy please," said Mike, actually enjoying the massage. He had never had anyone touch his muscles like this as he worked his way down his back and spine. He got a little uncomfortable as he dug into his calves and thighs, but he certainly was respectful, going nowhere near his crotch area as Mike couldn't believe how amazing it felt on his legs. He was on cloud nine for a few minutes as he ever so softly massaged his feet, feeling his toes and arch tingle as they had never had this type of constant abuse before. "That feels incredible right. Admit it!" teased Tyler as Mike sighed with a touch of pleasure. "Girls always die for this, between the ski boots and the pumps their feet are shot until I get my hands on them." "Wow, you're not kidding," said Mike, flexing his toes as he worked on the other feet. "You're hands are amazing. There I admit it." "That's not the only thing I'm amazing at," said Tyler giving him a wink. "You'd be surprised." "Oh I could admit a surprise or two of my own, but stick to the massage," Mike teased back at him, sharing a giggle. "Mr. Amazing? Ppplllease!! Let's not go there ok?" "Uuumm, excuse me Monique," said Brittany, coming in interrupting. "Vicky is ready for you Monique. I see you've enjoyed your little break." "Sure, of course on the way," said Mike, feeling embarrassed as he got up and looked over his shoulder at Tyler. "Thanks, and yeah I agree, you're an amazing skier. I'm sure that's what you meant right?" He jumped into some flip flops and ran out, immediately jumping into Vicky's chair. "Don't feel ashamed," said Vicky, whispering in his ear as she wrapped her cap around him. "There's not a girl, single or married or whatever that comes out of there without feeling the way you look sweetie." "Oh, it was nothing," Mike replied nervously as she unclipped his extensions. "We skied together today." "Lucky you then Monique," said Vicky, grinning as she threw a towel over his lap. "Last time he massaged me, my husband thought I maxed his credit cards, our sex life was so good that night. Now come let's wash your hair out because maybe the warm water will help calm you down, because I don't think that little tent action in my cape will go with your look tonight." "Oh, shit! I'm so sorry Vicky," said Mike, mortified and getting all hyper. "I forgot I'm not wearing my gaff under the robe." "It's fine. Calm yourself down again," said Vicky as he followed her to the sinks. "Who could blame you anyway? Now go ahead and wash her hair out Brit. Sit back and take it easy please sweetie, as I plan on toning down the brassiness for this special night. When you choose blonde, you also need to choose patience and no worries, I promise you'll look amazing tonight." "Choose?" said Mike sitting back as she walked off ignoring him. "No biggie Monique. We all think he's a hunk!" whispered Brittany in his ear as she switched on the water. "You've got more self-control than most. I probably would have soiled my panties if his hands dug into me like that. That boy is chiseled!" He could feel some reflex in his stomach as she said that, as he sat back while Brittany washed out his hair. He couldn't believe that actually happened to him as he tried relaxing, when Vicky returned with Brittany, slipping her hands into some rubber gloves. She sat his chair forward now as Brittany handed her foil after foil as Vicky painted and enclosed small sections of his hair as he sat there. "Is this really necessary?" asked Mike, looking up as she twisted each damp section. "It is my last day! Seriously more highlights!" "Maybe yours, but I don't want it to be mine! I told you we needed to tone down the brassiness, and get you a little less golden or it'll clash a little with tonight's outfits," teased Vicky, folding over a foil. "Miss Adams never lets us take any short cuts on these affairs, so my job is to make you look your best. You're the sixth girl I've done today, and tonight's all of their last nights. I don't select the agenda or the themes, but I have to make sure everyone fits them perfectly. For the last two days we've done that for you Monique. Tonight will be no different." He sat for quite a while, having no options anyway, as his head filled with foils. When she finished, she lead him over to the row of dryers as she pulled down the large bonnet over his head. Inconspicuously, he reached under the cape when Brittany turned to switch it on, never so relieved to make sure his manhood returned to a turtle state. His mind wondered, trying to figure out what to say to Lisa, as he knew she was never going to stay with him without complete honesty. He got a bit comfortable, almost taking a cat nap as the warm air was soothing as he relaxed for a while as Brittany pulled up a table and took his hand. She worked on him for a while and then left him to bake while she worked on other customers. "How you doing girl? I'm going to rinse you out, Monique," said Brittany, returning and giving him a slight shake as she lifted the bonnet. "You've been getting a good rest this evening I see. Thanks for making it easy for me to do your nails while you zoned out." "Yeah, I've needed the rest today," said Mike, feeling her drop his chair all the way back down as he glanced over at his white French manicure as his nails were no longer red. "Between lack of sleep and the stress of all this, it's been a world wind weekend." He sat patiently as the water rushed through his hair as she removed the foils. Finally when she switched off the water, he looked up, seeing Vicky and knowing it was time to get ready for work. "Glad we could serve as a second bedroom today, Monique," teased Vicky, drying his hair with a towel. "Good news is I think your hair takes really well to processing. We've been really putting it to the test this weekend, and I'm not always looking to speed up the bleaching with heat, but we're right back on schedule. Hope you're all rested up girl." "I'm sorry, but all of this has taken its toll on me," said Mike as she sat up his chair. "I feel pretty refreshed and invigorated though now yeah." "Now that's the spirit, because the costumes for this last night are incredible and I'm so excited to see you in them. I think you're going to look fabulous," said Vicky, wrapping his head in a towel turban style as she tapped him to get up. "After tonight, you may not want to go back." "You mean go back home, or you're not saying what I think you said?" Questioned Mike, following her across the room. "You tell me sweetie?" said Vicky as she sat him back in her chair. "Or maybe your body just answered that for you earlier?" Mike had no response as he sat as he always did while she set the foundation and contoured his face, trying to focus on the fact it was to be his last night on the job. For whatever reason, it all seemed so much faster now as he knew how to cooperate, looking up and down as her pencil and liquid liner outlined his baby blues. He wasn't as nervous as he normally felt watching her stroke her color pallets and transfer color after color to his lids and cheeks. All he could think about was what he might say to Lisa as she glued on his lashes and brushed at his brows. "Hello Monique! You said you were refreshed, but you zoned out again?" teased Vicky, breaking his trance as she snapped her fingers a few times. "You there girl? I'm doing all the talking tonight. I know you were a little resistant when you first met me, but I'm pretty sure you realize I've made you look amazing. So you good with what I said or what?" "Sorry, I've got a lot on my mind," said Mike, awakening from his zone. "Sure, it's my last night." "I know sweetie," Vicky giggled. "That's why I asked, because remember how worried you were when we first met but just sit back and trust me, you'll look incredible tonight. Plus, you know me I can adjust quickly backstage for you and tonight we'll need to. Miss Adams is definitely challenging everyone tonight with the amount of things we need to do in such short windows." "Challenging," said Mike. "What more could we do?" "The last night is always more elaborate. That's all," said Vicky. "You'll see, backstage will be a zoo, that's why I'm doing your makeup for the first outfit now. Smile big for me, Monique." As Mike smiled, she took her pencil, slightly over lining his lips. When she finished, she took her time with a lip brush after unscrewing her tube and then began filling them with color. "Go change and then we'll finish your hair," said Vicky admiring her work. Mike licked his lips, tasting the berry like flavor and hurried off to change. He was pretty good at this now, snapping the black bra across his chest and tucking himself under the matching gaff. It was always amazing how well it worked, giving him that perfect flat appearance as he slipped back into his jeans. He carefully pulled the silver sweater over his head, cautiously avoiding his toweled head and then easily fit his head through the shoulder wide opening as he took a quick look in the mirror at his casual, yet revealing look.. He stepped into his huge furry white boots and hopped back to his feet, quickly returning back to the salon chair with some pep in his step, anxious now to get this last salon session over with. "Very cute look on you Monique," said Vicky, returning to his lips with her brush. "Let's get you done and off to work. I can't have you late for your last meeting, and I think the sleek look I was talking about will be pretty on you. Hopefully, if I've laid out your base just right, we'll be able to make all the necessary adjustments as we go, and it'll work with every look tonight." "What base?" asked Mike, confused as she dabbed at his lips. "What are you talking about?" "Sorry hon. Shop talk," Vicky giggled. "Base hair and makeup. Don't worry, you'll look very natural just like before. In English, it means I've lightened your foundation and done you face in more neutral tones, mixing in some pastels. The end result is a neutral, whiter complexion, and I'm about to just set the base line for your hair, just like we talked about. Does that help you understand, and the real question is do you even care?" "No, and kind of no! Just go ahead and finish," said Mike with a chuckle. "The only base I understand is at the bottom of the mountain." "How about powder," teased Vicky, touching her nose with a big puff. "You know about getting it across those cheeks by now, don't you?" "Good one," said Mike, sharing a quick laugh. "For whatever it's worth, I'm sorry I've been such a pain in the ass. Thanks for helping me this weekend." "My pleasure sweetie. Now close those pretty flaps, so I can finish making you beautiful," said Vicky as Mike sat patiently as she finished off his lips with a high shine gloss. She then removed the towel and began combing his hair forward now. She was tossing the front to the left and right constantly, giving a quick sprtiz and dampening a touch more each time, until finally she took the tail of the comb sliding it right down the center of his head, splitting his eyes. She was meticulous, creating the part as his long side bangs sat half covering each eye as she separated them before returning to combing through each side. "Chin up and don't move an inch," ordered Vicky, positioning his face. "It'll only be a second, but when I do these they have to be precise. So sit up tall please." He was used to her doing his hair by now, and the feel of some stretching, as he tried sitting still as she asked. She was combing through his hair in every direction as she stretched the wet locks across his cape in every direction. She then held her comb in her left hand as she flipped over her hand and he found his chin resting on her left wrist. He didn't realize her scissor was in her right hand, he heard the initial snipping and then felt the coldness of the blade near his nape. "Crap, you didn't cut the back did you?" cried Mike, feeling her scissor on his neck as he heard a distinct snip. "You know I want it kept long, right?" "I just discussed this with you?" said Vicky, getting annoyed as he twisted towards her. "Sit up please or it'll be crooked. I only trimmed one side so far. You weren't just yessing me were you?" "Uuummm no." Mike gulped. "But I'm not sure if I really understood?" "Chin up and sit tall," said Vicky, using her hands to move his head again. "Monique, we've been discussing this since I first met you, and then I just told you how perfect this would work for tonight. You either really are a true blonde or just don't pay attention at all. Good thing you're as pretty as you are honey. Now let me finish my job here, or we'll have a disaster." She worked on the right side now and then back to the left, as it was only a few more seconds of trimming before she came back in front, inspecting her work. When she finished, she switched on her hair dryer, quickly removing any remaining dampness as she ran through her brush, blowing it out. She then worked, starting on the left with her flat iron, sliding through all of his hair from ear to ear in back. She returned back in front, taking a hard bristled brush as she lifted and brushed through his chin length strands as he sat nervously wanting this to end. "Bangs would be adorable on you, but not for work or once you leave here would they?" said Vicky, stretching the hair through her flat iron. "But this is really cute on you too." As they dropped from the end of the flat iron covering his eyes, she placed it down and swept the front section all the way across his face from left to right. She covered his eyes as she pushed the ends behind his right ear and blasted them with a firm hold spray. When she moved her hand he looked up as she walked behind him now, patting his hair as she sprayed it and then pulled off his cape. "Gorgeous on you, honey," said Vicky, patting his thigh. "Don't be late for your final meeting. I'll see you over there in a few hours." Mike stood up, spinning around quickly as his jaw dropped a little at seeing his reflection in the mirror. "Don't panic. I just took it barely off your shoulders and wiped out the long layers. It's like maybe a finger's width off your shoulders," said Vicky, placing her hands flat on his collar bones between his hair and shoulders. "It's nothing like the shorter inverted type bobs I talked to you about initially, and you've still got a nice length. If you remember, you liked something this on Carrie Underwood, where she had her side bangs swept across like yours, and her hair was barely shoulder length. Don't hate me for saying this, but we saved your best look for the last night. If you were going to stay this way, this is the look I'd give you for everyday life, especially as a student and waitress. Its low maintenance and gorgeous on you. Plus, when you want it longer, you just clip in extensions and it's no big deal. Believe me, that's what Carrie Underwood and the rest of the starlets do." "But I'm not Carrie," whined Mike. "I'll be a man again tomorrow." "No biggie hon. It's still plenty long enough to make a little pony like you had when I first met you. It'll just be a touch shorter but not as messy," said Vicky touching his hair. "Truthfully, your facial structure could definitely handle even shorter and even more chic if we went like chin length, but I knew mentally you're not ready for something that drastic." Mike just stood there staring at himself with a long sleek straight bob as she held up a large mirror from behind, showing him the back view. She really didn't cut more than a few inches in length as he looked at the clippings on the floor, but boy did those few inches make a difference, no longer resting on his shoulders, as they instead sat as one in the sleek cut. He also noticed the result of today's foils, as his former dirty blonde image was skewed a bit now towards bleach blonde, as it now featured some platinum chunks which were separated by ash and whitish highlights. His makeup wasn't overly dramatic, featuring soft pinks at his cheeks and lids with just a hint of a soft opal blue blended at the arches and creases. His lips were shimmering, yet pale pink, only highlighting their shine instead of the subtle pink color, and the real highlight of his face were his huge thick dark lashes, as he immediately noticed how his face looked much paler. Brittany helped him on with a pure white fluffy down jacket before zipping it and fastening the thin belt, and he was off to the meeting. He got there, seeing Lisa and Beth in the front seated together and an open seat next to Ginny towards the back, as she patted it for him. He looked over, making eye contact with Lisa, feeling self-conscious, touching the edge of his bob with his nails as she smirked while looking him up and down before breaking eye contact as Miss Adams walked in. "Saved you a seat Monique. I see you decided to hit the bottle one last time and do a little Barbie thing tonight. Very cute cut, babe. You've got good taste," said Ginny, touching his hair. "Aren't you lucky for having the pleasure of working with me again tonight?" "Great, I guess we have the same hairdresser?" sighed Mike, rolling his eyes as Ginny also rocked a long bob now as well. "I don't pick things, they just do them to me." "So you say, princess," said Ginny, flipping her hair as she turned away from him. "It's been my distinct pleasure hosting all of you this weekend, and I must say you've all done a wonderful job," said Miss Adams addressing them. "I do expect though that you'll all finish your assignments with as much care and precision as you've done the last two evenings. To ensure this occurs, you'll all be issued a bonus check and given your plane ticket home in the morning after completing your tasks this evening satisfactorily." "What a nasty old bitch," whispered Ginny. "Do you blame her?" whispered Mike. "I'm sure if anyone would take advantage of her, it would be you." "Good point bimbo. Maybe you're not as blonde as you look?" teased Ginny, grinning as she tapped his thigh. "But my plan is to finish the job, then take advantage. Well in reality, I plan on letting some rich guy take advantage of me, not the other way around. Maybe you can give me some advice on that, as didn't you let Mr. Alanne do that to you already? You found those panty hose yet?" Mike was ready to punch her in the face but he calmed down as Miss Adams lectured on. It lasted a good half hour more as they were all bored to tears, until finally it ended. He followed Ginny as they walked to the wardrobe area as Claire waved them over to change. "I love those furry boots on you, Monique," said Claire, hugging him. "They'd go well with your outfit, if only they had heels. Get undressed girl and let's get moving." He sat pulling off the boots and then slipped out of his jeans. Mike had no idea what she meant until Claire pulled the plastic from his costume, seeing something furry. Ginny helped him pull the sweater over his head and then Claire handed him a white gaff. He dropped his black one off and then stepped into the white one as Ginny inspected his work as he tucked himself away. Next came his white bra, which replaced the black one as Claire adjusted it until it was pushing up nicely. She held open his little white skirt as he stepped into it, and she wasted no time zipping him up. He knew what she meant now about the furry boots, as she held open a white and grey silver fox faux fur vest as he slid his arms through it and then had him sit, lifting his left leg. She cautiously unrolled some white sheer thigh highs up each leg and then covered them from his knees down with matching faux fur leg warmers. It was a strange look he thought, as she slipped his feet into some pure white glitter covered four inch spikey boots, and then as he stood she changed his earrings and necklace. "Very pretty on you, Monique," said Vicky coming in now with a large brush and an open container of glitter. She dabbed her brush into the glitter, sliding it across his arms, neck, cleavage, and stomach before blocking his vision as she turned her back, doing the same to Ginny. She was again back behind him as he felt his ears being slightly covered and then knew the feeling of a few bobbi pins sliding in from the back of his head. "Good luck girls," said Vicky. "This is so adorable Claire. See you next change." "Get moving girls," said Claire. "You know the drill. Appetizers and samplers. See you in an hour!" Mike followed Ginny down the hall and joined a number of the other girls who were dressed identically. On line he looked at his reflection, almost not expecting some odd winter white waitress but instead finding a sultry Eskimo princess. On top he was in a white and silver faux fur short vest, which ended at his rib cage, exposing his naval and belly area all the way around. It had three little claps keeping it closed, yet slightly exposing a touch of his white bra, purposely showing off ample cleavage. His tight abs shined in glitter above his snug pure white suede mini skirt, which hemmed in matching fur trim, and beneath it his garter less white stockings folded over at mid-thigh. At their top seam, distinct silk bows decorated the front and back of each leg before the sheer white of the stockings faded underneath silver and white furry leg warmers that matched the trim and vest. The leg warmers stretched from the knee to his ankle before his white stiletto silver laced boots glistened from beneath them. As he took a deep breath, he noticed how the hints of pink behind his pure white complexion seemed to aid his wintery made up look, as his blue eyes looked enormous and deep when he batted his lashes. His lips were a natural fleshy pink, yet shined like freshly groomed ice. He could clearly notice how the platinum steaks highlighted his pin straight bob, aiding the cool sleek Nordic appearance he now had, as his bob hung perfectly interrupted only by the fur earmuffs that decoratively cover his ears. Below the muffs from the lobes now hung large snowflake earrings, and around his neck a large single rhinestone snowflake sat between his cleavage as he touched one of them before being startled by Miss Adams. "Ladies, please focus and enjoy this last night. I promise you, it'll be spectacular!" said Miss Adams, as she clapped her hands readying them for action. "The schedule is even more rigid and precise this evening with all the activities and costumes changes, so as I reminded you earlier, be on top of your game. You all look amazing, and break a leg ladies!" Mike was handed the silver tray, following orders as he began to mingle and serve. Tonight he was not serving appetizers, but instead he was serving shots of vodka and Cognac. He would never be so happy to have this be his last night, as at no time did he have so many happy hands touch and feel his ass. He looked over, watching Ginny embellish every touch and pinch and then finally saw Beth and Lisa glancing at him, wondering how he got this assignment as they were dressed more traditionally in black and white server outfits, serving finger food. "I didn't realize you were Russian," Lisa teased, walking by. "Me either," said Mike, whispering back before he suddenly felt his arm softly grabbed. "You may not be Russian, but you certainly look good in white, my dear," teased Sebbe, taking a shot and kissing his cheek hello. "I'm looking forward to our dance this evening, my lovely Eskimo princess. See you in a bit." "Of course sir," said Mike. "I bet he is! You little Koskov slut," teased Ginny,pinching a little bare flesh near his kidney. "Stop, it's my job Ginny," Mike protested as she laughed. "And you do it better than any of us could have imagined, blondie," said Ginny walking off. "Come on, the cocktail hour is over, so you'll have to save the winter wench moves for later." Mike casually slipped her the middle finger under his tray as they ran off backstage, hurrying to find Vicky. "Girls, let's move," said Claire, clapping to keep them moving along. "Let's waste no time getting into your Lolita's and back out there." He was out of his costume and ear muffs in seconds, as Brittany was a pro at helping him strip down. He stood there in his underwear and stockings for a minute, happy to see her unbuttoning a white, long sleeve blouse as he slipped his arms into it. It was an unexpected relief he thought, as she buttoned it from the bottom all the way up his neck as he looked down at his chest and arms fully covered for a change in the puffy cotton top. Was he going to be a waiter now he thought, looking at all the little ruffles across his chest almost looking like a fitted tuxedo shirt except for how it was tapered to his busty figure. She took a minute fastening the three cuff buttons at each sleeve, and then he lifted his hands, seeing how his hands were partially covered in ruffles and lace, as the long sleeves extended down to his palms. It was all so out of character from the sexy outfits he had been in recently, as she had him step into some white ruffled bloomers as she tugged them over his gaff. "Chin up please," said Brittany, lifting his chin as she was adjusting his collar. "You kidding," cried Mike. "Last time I heard that, I lost six inches of my hair." "But not this time, Monique," Vicky chuckled as she came over now with a large paddle brush in her hand. "But I'll get my scissor out if you want." "That's ok," said Mike, enjoying a moment of levity and being more clothed. "And it was maybe four inches," said Vicky, brushing hard now as Brittany fastened buttons under his chin. "But I wanted to do eight, so shush and let me finish. We've got to move fast." She dug her brush right through the middle part, brushing backward and then tugged his hair up on top of his head, creating a small top pony between her fingers. Instantly he felt the tension and heard a distinct snap before she now brushed at the left and then the right, quickly snapping in more bands. He glanced over, seeing Vicky grab a series of pins from the table and then seemed to tug at his hair, pulling in a few different directions. Brittany in the meantime seemed to be adjusting his collar as he felt its odd tightness surrounding his neck, and then she moved quickly as he felt tension across his covered Adams apple she seemed to be tying. "Put on his shoes while I fix the front, and then we'll be almost there," said Vicky as combed through his side bangs. "Lucky you need these later, or you'd lose another six inches in the front." "You told me four," said Mike, snapping on her as she separated them down the middle and curled them under with a very thick barrel. "You owe me two inches." "I'm a hairdresser," said Vicky, as she removed it brushing them straight down his face. "You think I'm doing this because I passed math." It was a light atmosphere as they all shared another laugh, as quickly the iron was out of his hair and she parted them down the middle, sweeping them next to each eye. "These must feel like slippers for you now," teased Brittany, as Vicky was moving his head around working at the crown again as she worked while Brittany knelt and he stepped into some shoes. "You're not kidding," said Mike, able to wiggle his toes in them for a change and not feeling wobbly, even though he knew he was elevated and took his finger, moving his hair from his eyes for the second time. "But can you pull the front back or something, because I am going need to see and my hands are always full working tables." "Good point, but I can't pin them back with this look," said Vicky, finger brushing them coving his face. "Yuk, this won't work and aren't we becoming a picky little one?" "You're kidding, right?" said Mike as he knew exactly what happed, feeling the blade across the end of his nose. "There's the two inches I owed you, wise ass," teased Vicky, lifting his long bangs. "You'll see clearly in a moment." "That's not what I meant, and you really do suck at math, as that's at least two more inches," whined Mike as she now inserted the thick barrel above his forehead again. "Keep up the attitude, and I can give you straight short bangs, missy," said Vicky annoyed as she changed to a thinner barrel curling the ends now. "Sorry," said Mike meekly. "Either way, it's still long enough for me to side swipe later, but in a way I'm glad you made me chop them a touch," said Vicky spraying them. "They're going to match perfectly with this look. Call Claire, Brit." "Ok, just the dress, some clips and off to work you go hon," said Brittany, as he spun around wondering what the hell he was supposed to look like. "Claire we're ready for you." "Ok?" cried Mike as he caught his reflection as he spun. His hair looked freaky with a wide high pony on top, sitting on his head like a fountain and in front he had fat thick bangs with were lifted off his forehead and rolled under. On the sides, two small pigtails stuck out sideways and the back of his hair just sat there off his shoulders. He realized what Brittany was doing though, as his blouse had a high peter pan collar which folded over under his jaw, and he confirmed she had knotted something, just not what he expected, as a large white tied ribbon streamed from his neck in a spot where a bow tie would have gone. It looked odd enough seeing his upper thighs and privates covered in thick ruffled bloomers, but even weirder were the platform white Mary Janes which graced his feet, as the only flesh on display was that of his bare knees as she had lowered his white stockings which now looked more like high socks. "Oh Monique! Like we'd let you out in public like that. Arms up and work carefully in this," said Claire as she lifted a dress way up in the air and had a little laugh. "I'm glad to know you've at least gotten to the point of being self-conscious about what looks pretty my dear." It was a dress like nothing he could have imagined this weekend, as finally the sea of pink unblocked his vision. He looked down, stunned at its details and width, completely speechless as Claire straightened and adjusted. He felt her zip him up, over sensitive now to each touch as Vicky tugged on the left side of his hair. When she jumped to the right, he looked up seeing Lisa and Beth covering their mouths giggling as he had no idea of what his assignment would be, as he felt numb. "Gorgeous!" yelled Vicky after clipping at the right now. "Just wanna touch up the lips and then she can get out there." "You ok, Monique," whispered Brittany, as Vicky brightened his lips with a new pink color. "It's just another outfit hon." "You can't be so nervous after two days, my dear," said Claire, taking both of his hands looking him in the eyes as Vicky was brushing on some pink blush. "Look around as everyone's in a Lolita now, not just you. We picked Sweet for your style, which normally works well for blondes, and you've got wonderful features for it. For the sweet style, we use lots of lace and ribbons, plus usually light-colored dresses attempting to make you look as cute and little-girlish as possible. The end result typically exudes a wonderful doll like appearance, which I must say is absolutely delightful on you my dear." "That's an opinion I guess." Mike gulped. "Come on! Don't you look beyond dainty this evening Monique," said Ginny, barely able to keep a straight face as she hooked his arm, leading him towards the procession of girls. "Far cry from that Eskimo slut, huh?" "Easy with him, Ginny. They just put you as a Sweet Lolita just like Lisa. Ginny is darker, as she's a Goth Lolita which of course is certainly appropriate," Explained Beth, rubbing his back as she rolled her eyes at Ginny coming over. "I'm in a Classic Lolita, which is more old fashioned. It's just a theme, so have fun with it. You never got the chance to dress up as a little girl, but for us it's so much fun to do." "Yes this certainly will be. You seem to make quite the girly girl, Miss Monique," said Lisa, walking by tapping his elbow. "Who knew you'd make the girliest girl out of all of us!" "Not funny," said Mike, looking at her as she got inline, seeing Lisa dressed in quite the elaborate Lolita, just as he was, only hers was a violet jumper. It was hard to fathom he was about to go out working as a Sweet Lolita, as this was certainly worse than just being a regular girl in his new over exaggerated look. As he looked at himself, it would be hard to argue that his reflection wasn't that of a precious girly girl. His makeup hadn't changed much, as really all Vicky did was deepen the pink on his cheeks and brighten his natural lips to a lovely salmon pink. His hair on the other hand, was mostly hidden under a series of clipped on pieces except for his curled under bangs, which sat lifted with some body and shape off his forehead and rolled under delicately, allowing him to see. Above each ear, the little odd pigtails he had were no longer visible, hidden now inside a mass of curls from beneath a series of pink twisted ribbons all the way down to his shoulders. The wide mini-top pony he had previously was now blended into a dramatic series of extensions that streamed down his back in a thick blonde body wave, but even if it was still there he could have never have seen it, as a tremendous salmon pink Minnie mouse sized bow now graced the middle of his head. "Sweet Lolita's, line up here please," said Miss Adams, waving him over and breaking his trance. "You ladies are serving a spot of tea, then the soups, then salads and then back for your change, as you'll be ushering guests for the closing speeches." It felt so weird as he got in line, under all these hair pieces and this prissy outfit. He actually was able to move more freely than in most of the restrictive tight outfits he had been in, even though this felt so mentally uncomfortable. Even during this unexpected weekend, he could have never imagined himself like this in a cotton candy pink lace Sweet Lolita jumper covered in bows and ribbons, with his curled bangs, huge pigtails, and mass of waves. He truly looked like an elaborate living doll. The pink multi-layered Lolita dress was actually a delicate jumper with pretty bow embellished trim. Beneath it sat his ruffled long sleeve blouse, with the high rounded doll collar in a pristine cotton white color and from under his chin hung the big tied white bow. The bow sat right in the middle opening of the jumper, just above a series of weaved pink ribbons and small pink bows at the chest at the stitching of the jumper. Its oversized A-line skirt was full and shapely, made from several tiers of ruffles with alternating lace patterns and delicate matching pink bows throughout it. Beneath it was an attached underskirt, which created his magnificent lifted bell shape, puffing it out even more dramatically than anything he could have imagined. This effect only accentuated his exaggerated silhouette, making him look delicate, beside the fact that maybe an inch of his thigh and his smooth knees were the only skin showing. You could make out the ends of his ruffled bloomers as he walked in his white platform Mary Jane's, and the white bows which were previously at thigh level on his stockings now sat looking so prissy just below his knee caps like high stocking socks. He was first handed a stack of folded cloth napkins, as it was awkward unfolding them at each table and placing them on guests laps. He could see the looks men were giving him, doing his best to avoid eye contact as he did his job. A stray hand would casually touch his back or waist at times as he leaned in, but that was almost unavoidable as his dress was too wide to fit many places and especially between seated guests. He felt so self-conscious, like he was being stared at more than ever, but even more nauseating was when he would spread a napkin on a lap and see it tenting. He grew more comfortable serving soup and then salad, until unexpectedly he was pulled on top of a lap and almost screamed. "Sorry to startle you, Monqiue," said Sebbe, with his hand over Mike's mouth. "It's ok sorry," said Mike, feeling his heart racing. "You just startled me and wait... This isn't your table." "No, I'll be back there in a bit, but I'm just sitting here gossiping and there you were," said Sebbe. "I'm sorry but I didn't even recognize you in this before." "Yeah, me either," said Mike as they shared a laugh. "We don't pick em. We just wear em." "Well, this may not be expected, but I'm finding it quite interesting my dear," said Sebbe as Mike's eyes almost popped as Sebbe's arm was completely under all the ruffles, rubbing his thigh through bloomers. "In fact quite thought-provoking." "Ooohhh how so sir," Gasped Mike, trying to act as if nothing was happening in front of the other guests as his fingers rubbed across his trapped crotch area. "Oh many options for you are running through my mind right now, Monique. There are many influential people here this evening. Especially at this table," said Sebbe, squeezing hard and then releasing his grip as Mike was doing his best not to react. "But we can chat about that a bit later during our dance. I'm looking so forward to it. Aren't you my dear?" "Of course Mr. Alanne," replied Mike, getting nervous and pushing up. "I better get back to my chores though sir. Nice meeting everyone." "See you soon Monique," stopping him from leaving for a moment as he held his hand before lifting it and kissing it. "I believe pink is your color dear." "Thank you sir," said Mike curtseying as scurried off and back to his chores. After serving, he ran back with the other Sweet Lolita's and right over to Brittany as she quickly began stripping him. "This will be super quick and more natural if that helps relax you," said Vicky, coming over and unclipping the extensions. "You did beautifully, Monique." He was never happier to be out of that jumper and felt relieved as she ripped the pigtail clips from his hair. At the top, she seemed to leave in some pins but then he felt her spraying and teasing for just a moment. It was quick, feeling a few more pins scratching at his crown and then it wasn't bad as she was quickly brushing and flat ironing the sides and back. "Thanks, that was too weird," said Mike, as she was flat ironing his long bangs, wiping away the curl. "Well, you'll be happy to be back to glamour then. Look down sweetie," teased Vicky, working on his eye shadow. "I don't think I said that," said Mike chuckling. "But ah maybe you didn't have to," said Brittany, tapping his thigh. "I'll give you a minute to settle down before we put on you panty hose, ok Monique." As she said that, Mike looked down seeing the distinct bulge in his bloomers. That was pretty much all it took as he was completely mortified and within seconds his gaff free manhood began receding. "Sorry, one second please Vicky," said Mike as he reached his hand under the bloomers, trying to reposition his gaff and tucking himself away as he saw Brittany chatting with Claire. "It's fine hon," said Vicky smiling as she worked on his lashes. "No one can see that. Everyone's either out there working or getting ready." She put down her mascara wand, now smoothing the front of his hair with her hand and then lifting the sides of his hair as she sprayed it. "Unzip the dress, Brittany," said Claire coming over with Brittany. "I didn't plan it this way, but this dress will give you a little time to breathe my dear." As Brittany opened the dress, Claire removed his bra and changed him into a flesh colored, strapless bustier half cincher, cupping and lifting his fake boobs as she positioned them. She buckled the clasps quickly on his back as Brittany held open the dress and he stepped in. When she rose it up, she situated it perfectly across his cleavage and zipped up the firm lower back. As he looked down, it was huge as Brittany lifted the entire front of the dress, pulling off his bloomers. Claire held it up for her as she was practically underneath the huge skirt and then rolled nude thigh highs up his legs. He held their shoulder as he knew the feeling again of thin stilettos, as quickly he was elevated a good five inches off the floor when he stepped into his shoes. "You feel more comfortable as a princess rather than a Lolita I gather, Monique?" said Claire as he was looking down at the glistening thick bracelet on his right wrist and feeling a necklace being placed on his neck. "I'm not sure how to answer that Claire," said Mike, looking down at his wrist and nails shimmer. "Then don't Monique, because I need to brighten those lips please," said Vicky painting at his mouth. "You don't have to answer that anyway dear, but I'm going to allow you to be free and flowing for the next hour or so," said Claire kneeling down. "In this dress, no one will be the wiser and after this, you won't need this little gadget anymore this evening." Claire lifted his dress and pulled down his gaff, before moving each leg and pulling it off. In a way he felt fantastic going commando, but in another it was just too odd as he looked up and down at himself. "Wow, now that's a change," said Mike, amazed at how different he felt. "I guess I'm not waiting tables in this and it's so light. I feel almost naked." "Now that's the sense of humor we've grown to love Monique. It's a Tiffany Fietsa dear. Every girl here would kill to be in one of her exquisite designs," said Claire, kissing his cheek as they all shared a chuckle. "Just walk gingerly in this my dear, as even the most experienced debutants trip at times in presentation gowns like this." "Just hold Mr. Alanne's arm like you normally do, and don't slouch when you sit Monique," Vicky told him, turning his head as he felt some weight and some scraping digging onto scalp. "This will help you keep that chin up and have perfect posture." Two more pins scratched his scalp while Brittany slid a diamond ring across each ring finger. He turned, happy to be a Lolita no more, and took his first step ever so carefully towards the mirror, smirking at his new image. He was now in a hot pink, floor length strapless formal ball gown, leaving no doubt that Claire had replaced Lolita with a princess. The embellished corset style strapless gown had an incredibly elaborate jeweled sweetheart bodice, which sparkled in every direction from its hundreds of crystals and rhinestones. Its tucked sashing sculpted the slender empire waist as the vertical boning shaped his midriff. The enormous bell tulle skirt reverberated from his dropped waist past his hidden heels, in shivers of more than a dozen feather-light ruffle stacked layers as the magnificent flowing skirt scrapped the floor as he moved ever so gingerly. His long curled bangs again had been returned to a side gelled down style, and flattened as they were pushed across his forehead to the left. Behind them now sat an inch and one half Celtic blossom crystal tiara, and behind it his hair had been puffed up just a touch at the crown to tower like a little bunny hill inside the tiara's arc. The sides and back of the remaining length hung pin straight towards his collar bone, before being curled up in a continuous delicate flip all the way around from shoulder to shoulder. The formal understated hairdo now served to expose his neck and shoulders, allowing the lavish diamond v-shaped necklace and matching triple tiered chandelier earrings to absolutely embellish his elegance. He had been dressed in an evening gown before, but nothing like this, as he ever so cautiously took another step in his ballroom gown, getting ready to be become Sebbe's escort. "Monique, you ready? Mr. Alanne is about to be called," yelled Miss Adams. "Yes Miss Adams," replied Mike on his way. It wasn't easy to lift the huge bell of the dress, as he was only able to see his crystal lined t-strap stilettos when he navigated down two little steps back towards the main dining room. He waited with the other girls, seeing Lisa already standing with George near the stage. As Sebbe was called, he knew his job, gracefully walking over and taking his arm on his way to the podium. He stood slightly off to the side as he spoke and then again held his arm when they moved over, listening to other speeches. As the boredom finally ended, he walked with Sebbe as all the dignitaries walked with their escorts towards the center of the dance floor. "Remind me Monique, did I tell you how ravishing you look this evening, my dear? said Sebbe as they walked. "I'm not sure you said that, but I'm pretty sure you liked the outfit I was in earlier," said Mike, feeling ashamed as they stopped on the center of the dance floor, waiting for the music to begin. "Oh, I've enjoyed you in everything you've been in, Monique," said Sebbe, holding out his hand. "We'll talk more about that later this evening, as I see some wonderful things in your future if you want them badly enough. For now let's dance." As Mike heard the initial sound, he knew what to do as he found himself in a waltz with Sebbe. He could see Lisa waltzing with George, as every once and a while they exchanged some brief eye contact. He could hold his own dancing, as he knew how to dance classically, as after two slow waltzes they began to Foxtrot. It seemed to get more intense as Lisa was certainly glancing over more often to see how he was doing, as it was almost becoming competitive. He was self-conscious now, almost laser focused on not missing a step when the Foxtrot transitioned into the Tango. It was amazing how adept Sebbe was at all these dances as he looked over, noticing George and Lisa had finally stopped now. It was difficult Tangoing in his gown, but as it wound down he somehow felt proud he accomplished it as finally it stopped. "That was wondrous, my dear," said Sebbe, kissing his wrist as the music stopped as Mike took his arm escorting him towards his table. "I do notice you've adapted well to no longer trying to take the lead when we dance." "Oh," giggled Mike slightly. "I never realized you noticed that sir. Sorry about that." "Never be sorry with me Monique, but I notice everything my dear. It's part of what's made me successful! The details," said Sebbe, looking into his eyes as they stopped at the table and leaning in whispering in his ear. "I notice how sensuous that neck of yours is now your hair looks shorter. I notice how elegantly you saunter in stilettos after only two days. I notice your grace and charm. I'm a fan of your work dear." "Thank you," uttered Mike in his softest voice while being gently hugged before feeling a chill roll down his spine as Sebbe leaned in, softly kissing his neck. "A big fan," said Sebbe, kissing his collar bone. When he released his hand, Mike hurried backstage, quite taken a back as he got there, feeling the slight moistness inside his shoulder blade. "Monique, Ginny, come here first," said Vicky waving them over. "We have some time now while dinner is being served, but let me get you set and you can take a breather." "Umm, can you do Ginny first. I really have to pee," said Mike, crossing his legs. "Fine, but let me call Brittany to get you out of that," said Vicky. "You can just put on a robe until Claire dresses you later." "I'll help her Vicky," said Lisa, coming over and taking the bathrobe. "Come on I have to tinkle as well." Lisa took him by the arm and they hurried off to the ladies room. When they got inside, she quickly bent over glancing under the stalls and then turned, locking the door. "What are you doing?" asked Mike surprised. "It's not what I'm doing?" said Lisa, leaning back against the door. "It's what are you doing? We're talking right now, whether you want to or not." "About what?" Mike yelped. "This is finally almost over. We'll be back to normal soon." "Is it? I'm not so sure?" said Lisa, looking him right in the eye. "I want to know about last night, and about everything in general. You've changed." "I didn't change! You changed me," replied Mike, grasping the edges of his huge ball gown. "It's still me under all this damn fluff and makeup." "You know I'm not talking about outfits and cosmetics," said Lisa folding her arms. "I saw you flirting and having breakfast with Tyler yesterday morning, and I see how uncomfortable you were around him when I was with you." "I did nothing. Ask Vicky, she sent us out for coffee," said Mike, getting defensive. "I'm just playing the role Lisa. You know that." "And Mr. Alanne?" Lisa questioned him. "Come on. That's not fair Lisa! We're both doing our jobs right?" said Mike. "I'm his freaking escort. My job right?" "I thought that until you came home with no panty hose," Lisa grinned. "You're not blonde enough to not realize Mr. Alanne is hot for you right? Don't bullshit me like you don't know it, and that you're not playing right into his little flirting." "He knows I'm not a real girl, Lisa," said Mike annoyed. "He told me he's got ideas for my career, and he wants to help me with my career. He thinks I'm an amazing actress." "When did he tell you that?" said Lisa. "Last night, and again tonight," said Mike. "Please, that's enough. You know we both want these acting careers. I didn't plan on my starting dressed like this, but I'm doing my best to make it work for both of us. For our future! You've been all over Clooney too, and I've shut my mouth. Please, can we just move forward!" "I'm working on the career too honey, and its harmless flirting! You know that as well," said Lisa, grinning. "Fine, I'll stop and whatever happened is behind us then." "Good," said Mike relieved. "But I'm finding it quite interesting you said actress, and not actor?" teased Lisa. "I mean I kind of heard from Ginny that when they pulled off your jumper, you were pretty happy down there." "Not funny Lisa," said Mike getting pissed. "It's been cooped most of the time. You know that's not normal. I think it was just the soft material rubbing against me. That's all!" "Don't get defensive, my gorgeous princess," teased Lisa approaching and smiling at him. "I'm just happy to hear my friend down there still works. I was getting worried." "You were?" said Mike as she rubbed the front of the huge skirt searching for him. "And I heard he was getting some fee time to breathe under this," said Lisa, leaning in giving him a kiss. "Is that rumor true?" "Yes," said Mike gulping. "And my friend down there still loves me right?" said Lisa, reaching around the back of her gown unzipping it. "He misses me right?" "Oh yeah!" screeched Mike as she stepped out of her gown and stepped into a stall, hanging on the jacket hook. "Good then you won't mind me paying him a visit," said Lisa, lifting his dress and reaching under her hand. "Holy shit Lisa," screamed Mike, stunned and thrilled as she searched under his dress. "Damn, this isn't easy under here. It's amazing you could function in this, let alone dance. It's freaking huge," teased Lisa, moving it everywhere until finally she got a grip. "Ah there we go!" She began massaging him as he moaned and he looked down, seeing only her on all fours with only her ass and feet sticking out from under his dress. He could feel himself getting aroused as yanked harder until he was startled, hearing a knock. "Monique, Lisa. You guys in there?" Brittany knocked. "Everything ok?" "Don't panic," said Lisa from under there. "Unlock the door and tell her you'll be right there." Mike took two sideway steps towards the door, reaching over and unlocking it. "You ok now?" asked Brittany, cracking the door open as Lisa scurried all the way under the dress. "What are you doing?" "I ah, I ah," stuttered Mike as she came in. "Um just waiting for Lisa. She's on the bowl." "Oh, got it," said Brittany looking over seeing the bottom of the dress covering the bottom of the stall as Mike was facing the mirror, slightly leaning against the vanity keeping the front of the dress with Lisa under it. "Wait, you're really admiring yourself while you're waiting." "Uumm yeah I guess I do that sometimes," said Mike, trying to stay calm, feeling Lisa engulf him in her mouth. "I don't blame you. You really look beautiful in this," said Brittany, giving him some self-assurance as he grabbed the edge of the counter, feeling her begin to suck. "Half the guys here are hot for you and half the girls couldn't pull off some of the outfits you've looked great in. Well, hurry up as Vicky's almost done setting Ginny's victory rolls and she wants to have time to do yours." "Ok, tell her I'll be right there," said Mike dying as two other girls walked in as Brittany exited. They gave some casual smiles, mostly ignoring him as they were next to him gossiping and fixing their makeup. He could feel himself starting to slightly perspire, and opened Lisa's purse, taking her mascara pretending to be repairing his makeup as she was enjoying him. He coated his lashes a few times as he was doing his best occupying time as Lisa was really speeding up now. He used her eye shadow kit, touching his lids and then returned to his lashes as he could barely concentrate trying not to change a thing. "I'm so sorry," squeaked Mike as he tensed up, trying to hold back and his elbow shook jabbing himself in the eye and accidentally elbowing the girl next to him as she was putting her lipstick back in her purse. "Are you kidding me, blondie?" said the girl annoyed as she picked up the few things that spilled from her purse on to the long vanity. "You can have the mirror back to yourself now," said her friend as they turned away. "Don't think because they dress you up in a tiara that makes you a princess. Obviously you're still a stuck up bitch." Lisa couldn't help but chuckle with his manhood deep in her mouth, as she intensified her sucking the moment they left. He lasted maybe another thirty seconds before exploding in her mouth as he couldn't believe what had just happened, staring at his reflection panting. "So how was that, you stuck up bitch?" teased Lisa, finally coming out from under his dress. "Unbelievable," said Mike, grinning and panting just a touch as she stood next to him. "I bet it was," said Lisa, wiping her mouth smiling as she grabbed her purse. "Here, let's give the princess a quick hooker bath and then you better get out there." "Thanks," said Mike, laughing as Lisa took out her deodorant swiping it under his arms while he wet a paper towel drying a little sweat. "You're amazing honey." "I know, and by the way you suck at putting on mascara," said Lisa, wiping some smudges and then spraying him with her perfume. "Now go get ready before Brittany comes back and we'll talk more later." "Thanks," said Mike, softly kissing her lips. It was weird as he tasted his semen on her lips, grabbing his bell skirt and hurrying out of the bathroom. He scurried over to Brittany as she looked at him funny as he got there. "I thought you were changing into your bathrobe when you peed," said Brittany giving him a look. "Oh shit. I completely forgot," said Mike. "Strip to your underwear, and I'll get another robe," said Brittany shaking her head. "Yeah about that Brittany," whispered Mike as she was unzipping him. "Remember my ummm Freedom?" "I got it covered hon," said Brittany, slipping his arms into a peach silk robe over the gown. "You just close it once you're out of the gown." As Brittany dropped down the gown, he pulled the robe shut in front quickly, while stepping out of the big dress. Brittany helped him off with his shoes and then hose, as he slid into some warm fuzzy slippers as Vicky came over now. "I think you're beginning to like the star treatment Monique." Vicky sat him down unpinning his tiara and taking down his hair. "I doubt that," said Mike snickering as she began brushing through his hair sprayed locks. Then she began saturating his head with a fragrant solution from her little spray bottle and brushed through the hair spray with some force. She wasn't overly concerned as he whined a little, ripping at his hair as she rushed as quickly as she could before slowing down when she dug the pointy side of her comb against his scalp creating a deep side part on the right. "Easy, you're ripping out whatever I've got left," cried Mike as she combed through the longer side. "Sorry, I've got to get you combed and pinned quickly so we have time for it to set," said Vicky, combing the long section forward. "I'll do your face once I have the clips in. Brit you ready." Vicky used her fingers now as he began to feel this odd pressure on his head. She placed her index parallel to his part and pressed down on his hair with slight force. She took her comb, digging it into the hair next to her finger and combed it backward away from her forefinger and then oddly he felt the pressure of her middle finger push down. He looked up, seeing Brittany squeeze open a long thin metal jaw type clip and then felt Vicky pinch her fingers together as she inserted it into his hair, parallel with the part. Vicky combed his hair forward now right next to the clamp, and then held the section with her index finger. Again she combed the rest backward and like before, he felt her middle finger applying pressure. He got the idea of the drill now as Brittany squeezed open the next long clamp and momentarily he felt the tension as she secured the next section of his hair. They repeated this process all the way down the side of his head and then returned to do the parted side. When they finished, she worked at the back of his head and then Vicky pinched open some extremely long straight silver clips, sliding them between each jaw clip in front as she pushed them backwards away from the jaw clips, creating slightly more tension. "Ok, let's bake 'em in and get back to Ginny," said Vicky as Brittany rolled over a machine and she rubbed at his bare lips. "Just one last sec with a little plumper while you relax though." She placed a plastic cap over his head, and within a moment he heard it switch on, inflating as the warm air was rushing over his head. He glanced over, seeing them work on Ginny as some other stylists did a few other girls, feeling the little tingling at his lips. After they finished, Vicky returned, updating his makeup as he sat there under the inflat