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March Madness By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Part 3 He tossed and turned all night before finally falling asleep and then was awakened by his doorbell as he jumped up. "Oh shit," said Mike startled as he snuck over, peeking out. "Oh, it's only you." "Well good afternoon sleepy head," said Sonia, barging in. "I assume you think I can get you ready for a gala in like ten minutes." "No, I just was wiped out," said Mike. "You know how stressful all this has been." "Like I care," said Sonia, tossing him some clothes. "Get dressed and I have to make you half way decent. Evelyn is meeting us later, and she insists on helping pick out tonight's dress. She's already stressing me out with what she'll be in tonight, let alone what we'll have to put her precious future daughter in law in. So let's get moving, princess." "Great, I didn't even get a minute to wake up," Mike complained as she helped him on with a simple white bra and then a tapered pearl pink front buttoned shirt. "Can we at least stop for coffee?" "In this outfit with no makeup, and your morning stubble?" Sonia grinned as she was holding out a white gaff. "Put on your jeans and tuck, please." "Good point," said Mike, stepping into it and then the stretchy blue jeans. "I'll hit a drive through, now let's at least get your face on before we leave," said Sonia, opening her bag as he slipped on the basic sandals and he was now quickly dressed. "I can make you decent in fifteen minutes." Quickly she shaved away Mike's stubble and then worked on his foundation. She worked like lightning, just adding a hint of color here and there and before he knew it he was made up to look fairly natural. She then feverishly brushed his hair toward the back of his head, creating a tiny bun high on the back and then opened her bag, clipping on a long false pony, covering it. She squirted some gel into her palms, rubbing it against the pulled back sections, so no hair would fly out and then added a fragrant finish spray. With her wand, she skillfully added just a few coats of mascara before she pressed some big sun glasses on his face and then touched a little pink lip gloss to his mouth. "Quick enough, pretty boy," teased Sonia as he followed her now to her car as she drove them, stopping for coffee and then at a few quick pit stops as he followed along on her errands. "We're going in here?" asked Mike, stopping dead in his tracks as she pulled over at a large dress shop. "Can't we just get a dress from your boutique. This looks crowded." "Don't you think I'd rather make the sale from my own place, but in this case it's not feasible," Sonia put the car in park. "In a minute you'll be meeting Giancarlo, who's a professional stylist. I help Evelyn with a lot of her outfits, but he dresses her for the big occasions like this. Trust me, girls kill to have him as their stylist, but today you won't have to." "Oh lucky me," Mike exclaimed. "Why do I have the feeling I'd rather even be with you, and who would have thought I'd ever say that." "Oh don't worry, I'm not leaving and I guess I'll chalk that up as a backhanded compliment. I get a commission on your dress, and I'll still be doing the dirty work, getting you ready just like I do for Evelyn," said Sonia. "Now come on, because he gets so testy and I don't want to be the cause of you getting him off schedule." "Hello ladies," said Evelyn, happily running over and hugging them as they walked in. "I'm so excited to see you. Giancarlo, this is my Michelle. Isn't she just beautiful?" "Interesting?" said Giancarlo, softly shaking Mike's hand and then circling him, looking him over. "Certainly some of your best work Sonia." "Thanks sweetie," said Sonia, rolling her eyes as she turned away. "But I'm sure you can do even more with her." "Like that was ever in doubt?" said Giancarlo, flicking his wrist and taking Mike by the elbow. "Follow me precious, I've got a few ideas to glam you up, but let's start with a few measurements." Mike was quickly on a center pedestal, with Sonia and Evelyn seated watching as two assistants now came over to help. They measured him a few different ways, writing note after note until finally Giancarlo was satisfied. "Don't be uncomfortable, dear," said Giancarlo. "We've all seen it all so now go to the back and strip down and wait for me. I've got a few things that I think will look marvellous on you, and if I like it then we'll let you come out and model for your mother in law." Mike was dying inside as he was ushered to a private room in back and shivered as he stripped off his clothes. He stood waiting for more than ten minutes, until they helped him into his first evening gown. It was so uncomfortable coming out modeling for Evelyn and Sonia each time as they commented on every little thing as came out a half dozen times. He was in a gold, silver, aqua, royal, peach and finally red as he came out again. "Giancarlo, you know I hate to be a pain in the ass, but honestly these are pretty but I'm not thrilled," said Evelyn, being difficult. "I favor this pretty woman red thing, but this is not just any customer you know, and not just any event. I'm just not loving it." "Darling, I'm so not feeling it either. You go back and take this off, dear. You realize it takes me weeks to dress you for events like this, and now we're trying to do this in an afternoon," replied Giancarlo shaking his head as Mike went back to the back room. "With her situation, I just didn't think I could go too far, but she's got a better figure than I expected. I'm going to send for a few Armani's from my other boutique, and how about we go a bit more risqu?? "Now we're thinking alike, my dear," said Evelyn. "How long will that take?" "Maybe an hour, but what's the difference now as my schedule has been destroyed, Evelyn?" said Giancarlo looking at his watch. "You're lucky I love you, darling! So while we're waiting, why don't we try on a few ideas for future. I just got in some new arrivals you might love Evelyn, and at least we'll get some ideas for down the road." "That's wonderful," said Evelyn. "Very exciting, so let's do that." "Wonderful," said Giancarlo, looking at his assistants and clapping to get them moving. "Try the new Dior on her and then a Versace. Let's have some fun ladies." "Let me come in and help," said Sonia, hurrying to the back room. "She's definitely stressing." "This is exhausting, Sonia," Mike told her as she came in. "Please pick something and let's get out of here. It's really uncomfortable with her here." "Don't freak, pretty boy. We've got time to kill until some other dresses get here, they've got you trying on some ideas for that special day," said Sonia. "Not much I can do, but this is why we're here so early, as this stuff takes time." "Special day for what?" Mike started to ask until he saw an assistant come in with a big dress. "Shit, you're kidding me! She's thinking about this already. We just got engaged yesterday." He was almost foaming at the mouth as the assistant kneeled, opening the big dress for him to step into. He felt a huge lump in his throat as he stepped in and they guided it up ever so carefully, as quickly the shoulder straps were over his arms. It was a slow process fastening each little clasp on his back as the process of closing him in was rather lengthy. Finally Sonia adjusted each cup as best she could, but Mike was able to look down, seeing quite a bit of his glued on silicon showing. "Nice fit except for the cleavage, and this clip won't work now," said Giancarlo, looking him over and then squeezed off the pony clip. "Get me an elbow length, and let's start with that." Giancarlo now fussed with the big dress until his assistants arrived and then Mike felt him drop something over the middle of his forehead from behind. After he felt a few pins scrape his scalp, it wasn't more than thirty seconds until his vision was completely altered, as he was now looking through a veil. "This is a nice start. Step in honey," said Giancarlo, helping him on with some pumps before taking his hand. "Come let's show this to your mother in law." He was quivering as they led him from the room as he could see Evelyn tearing up at seeing him emerge. It was hard to imagine that he could feel even worse modeling another dress, but no doubt this was the case. The dress was huge as he stared down at the sea of huge ruffles as he stood for their observation, and then turned, seeing his reflection. He was in a classic sleeveless A-line wedding gown, which had small shoulder straps and displayed big cleavage. The long elbow length veil partially hid the silicon breasts from full view, and was a distraction to look through. Beneath it, his hair just sat in the little natural bun that Sonia created earlier, as it had been pinched under the pony clip but was being used to hold long the veil. His waist looked considerably cinched, even though it wasn't, as the A-line accentuated his false curves ,giving him a classic figure, and it was strange walking in this dress even though he was in nothing more than 2 inch pumps. "Oh Giancarlo!" sighed Evelyn, wiping her mascara which was running. "She looks amazing. I can hardly believe my Stuart's getting married." "Me either," whispered Mike to himself. "What was that, Shelly? Another?" said Evelyn blowing her nose. "Yes, let's try a few different types Giancarlo. This might be too traditional for her." "Of course, ladies," said Giancarlo. "That was my thinking as well." Soon Mike found himself immune to trying on gowns, as they had him in and out of another five dresses. Finally, one of his assistants came in as the dresses they were waiting for had arrived as Giancarlo hurried to his backroom to inspect them. "Evelyn, how risqu? can I go?" said Giancarlo. "I have an amazing surprise, that I had forgotten I had." "Oh, I've seen that look on your face before, dear?" said Evelyn, intrigued. "What's up that sleeve of yours, darling?" "They sent over a made to order Philip Armstrong dress that I was saving for the red carpet for Jlo, but unfortunately once I realized the cut was even more slender than I thought, I had to nix it for her. She was incredibly disappointed, but it wouldn't fit in a million years, as she's gotten even hippier than ever before," said Giancarlo, flipping his wrist. "I had forgotten about it, but it's spectacular. I never cut it down either, so I think this would be perfect for Michelle." "That's incredible," said Evelyn, thrilled. "Let's try it on her." "Not like this she can't, or it just wouldn't look right with her undergarments and false padding," said Giancarlo, pointing at his falsies and his watch. "I could do a few alterations while Sonia did some blending and bronzing and the result would be fabulous." "Really, it's that incredible?" said Evelyn. "You ever see JLo in anything conservative, and not looking amazing," said Giancarlo. "This is a red carpet show stopper Evelyn. Now trust me and let me surprise you seeing her in this. You know I won't disappoint." "How could I say no to that, Giancarlo?" said Evelyn, extremely excited. "I'm on cloud nine." "Good, then Sonia you take her to your boutique and I'll send my assistant Maggie to help to begin getting her ready," Giancarlo jotted a list and handed it to Maggie. "I'll ready the dress and be there in time for hair and makeup." Mike didn't know what all that meant, but was at least happy to be out of his latest wedding gown and in the car with Sonia. He didn't say much as Maggie joined them in the car and they arrived at Sonia's boutique. "Don't mind me, Michelle," said Maggie, immediately helping him strip off his clothes. "I've seen it, all so don't feel embarrassed." "She's fine, Maggie," teased Sonia, taking a little towelette to his face scrubbing off his makeup. "She's loving every minute of it, being spoiled and treated like a queen." "I am?" Mike sighed, as suddenly he was completely naked with his manhood hanging limply. "Of course you are," said Sonia, dabbing at the edges of his false breasts. "You've got the best people in the business working on you. You're a lucky girl. Now once I'm done, go empty that bladder of your before we begin." After ten minutes, they took him to a backroom, covering his hair with a plastic cap and then had him go to the bathroom before having him stand in an open shower stall. "Just keep your eyes closed no matter what and move only when I tell you, sweetie," said Maggie. "I'll do the rest. Now hands straight out like a scarecrow." He looked over, seeing her switch on a small compressor and then she looked at him as he closed his eyes. Within a moment, he felt the air brush up his left leg and then down his right. It was slow and steady, but he could feel the air diffusing across his stomach, back, chest, and then arms. "Now this might be uncomfortable, Michelle," said Sonia. "But there are not a lot of options with the dress you'll be in. Try not to drink much, so you don't have to pee again." Mike tried not flinching too much as he gulped, knowing the feeling of his testicles pushed inside him and his manhood being pulled back. Once they had him tucked, they again began spraying across his entire body once more and then finally worked on his face. "Stand still and don't touch a thing, so I can get a jump on your makeup for Giancarlo while this sets." Maggie told him as he opened his eyes as Sonia was patting him gently with a towel. It was so hazy in the room as Sonia began working on his foundation. She worked, blending around his nose, cheeks, and chin until finally she began working on his eyeliner. She jumped back and forth perfecting each eye and then finally Giancarlo arrived coming in. "Wonderful shading, ladies," said Giancarlo, looking Mike over and then looking at Sonia. "Yes, let's use the larger ones, Sonia. Chin up dear, and bring her to me when you're ready. I'll go mix the developer, and bring her to me so I can do something special with her hair." Mike didn't know what he meant as they pushed his face upwards toward the ceiling as Sonia was pressing on his chest. She pressed over and over and then kept using her brush until finally she was satisfied. "Holy crap," said Mike as finally he was out of the haze as he looked down at himself. "They look fucking real." "Not quite, but thank you for the compliment," said Sonia smiling. "They're fake, but they are spectacular." "This is nuts," Mike looked down his arm. "What about this color? Will this wash off?" "You shouldn't be whining about that in front of Maggie or Giancarlo and they'll be right back," whispered Sonia. "You're not screwing this up after coming this far are you?" "Wash off what?" said Maggie, getting confused as she came over. "Does she not like what we've..." "No I'm sorry," said Mike, jumping back into character, interrupting as he grabbed the series of wefts off the counter, handing them to Giancarlo as he hurried over to him. "I just mean about my hair color? I'm so used to having my multi-colored extensions in, so with just the dark color and my new tan, I feel so odd. I'm sure once I get this bag off my head and my extensions clipped in, I'll feel better about tonight. I always need a moment to adjust to change." "Oh me too, but those extensions won't be going in tonight, darling," Giancarlo told him, placing a sheet over the salon chair as Mike hopped into it. "We'll be going a little more natural with you." "Natural?" Chuckled Mike as Giancarlo wrapped his salon cape over his nude chest. "Me?" "Well, I guess not exactly natural, darling! But what girl is really natural these days anyway?" Giggled Giancarlo, dropping back Mike's head in the sink and turning on the water. "But ombre is so yesterday, and I think I can do something amazing without those extensions with what you've got. You know, your natural hair, so sit back and let me perform my magic." With that, Mike felt the water and shampoo merge at his scalp. Giancarlo worked feverishly washing and then conditioning his hair before sitting him up. At first it was quite normal actually, like a barber working on his head as he felt him pull and snip at a few sections behind his head, until oddly he started sectioning. He couldn't really tell how much he was cutting, but he could feel the scissors rifling through his hair and then twisting in a large round brush, blowing it dry. "That was quick, but I'm not going to have any extensions?" Mike started to say as Giancarlo interrupted. "You sure I'll.." "Take a pill darling, you're far from done, and do you think I'd let you leave here looking anything but fabulous," Giancarlo twisted Mike's chin forward. "Everyone is going to have a chic look tonight, and so will you, Michelle. This process has many steps, so sit back and let me do my thing please." He wasn't sure if that was good or bad he thought, but he knew that no way could he be undercover with big boobs and his boyish hair. It soon got even more curious as he looked up out of the corner of his eyes, seeing a wire stretch across his shoulder and heard the electric razor buzzing behind his ear. He couldn't really tell how much Giancarlo was sheering off ,as he felt him insert his comb at the nape of his neck and then lift his hair, buzzing. This was a fairly slow process though, as he could feel small sections tumble down his shoulder as he worked his way up ever so slowly. When the buzzing finally stopped, the scissors again ever so perfectly touched at the nape of his neck and behind each ear making final precision cuts. "Don't look so nervous, Shelley. This is going to look amazing on you once I get the shade corrected," said Giancarlo as Mike looked over, seeing him dip a paint type brush in a bowl. "You'll be a showstopper." "Giancarlo, you didn't cut too much did you?" Mike asked, surprised at seeing all the clippings roll down his head as he felt the brush coating just the back of his head. "I mean I like to look..." "Stop worrying, when I'm done with you, you're going to look like a super model. Now let me spend a few minutes on this gorgeous face. Plus, I don't believe in my brides having to let their hair grow out and look a wreck before the big day. If we need more hair, I'll weave it right in," said Giancarlo, as he looked over at a huge case of false lash options. "Now no worries tonight dear. It's glam, glam, and more glam for you!" Giancarlo now slid some glue across his lash of choice and pressed down on his lid, adding the first lash. Quickly the other one was on and he was applying mascara and then more color as he painted at his cheeks and lids. Surprisingly as he worked at his eyes, a timer went off and he stopped, dropping the back of his chair into the sink. Again they washed his hair and then this time left him sitting as an entire solution was applied, covering the top of his head. It was back to his lids as he worked so precisely, seemingly making sure every fraction of an inch of his face was made up the way he wanted. He then took a pencil, outlining ever so carefully before filling in every crevice in his lips with a small brush. He could feel it becoming slightly irritated before a thicker coat now glazed across his mouth, and then it became extremely sticky as he brushed on a gloss. It was different than the lipstick he had on before, but his sensations were throttled down as they finally again he switched on the water again. It was his last moment of relaxation as they finished washing and rinsing as a towel circled his head as they sat him up. He felt so strange being led over naked beneath a plastic cape, only to find himself seated in the salon station's chair. Giancarlo was completely in his element now, switching on his hair dryer again and brushing the dampness from his locks as he dug his brush through the entire top. He lifted Mike's chin, brushing all his hair away from his face as clip after clip clamped it all on top, as again he was making some meticulous snips near his ears and at the back of his head. Mike had no idea what to expect, but little by little Giancarlo would release small sections from the clips on each side and then continue to trim and then again came the smaller buzzer. He had no idea how he could ever explain any of this to Jen ,as finally he felt him create a side part and then looked up, seeing the thin barrel of a silver iron in Giancarlo's hand. He disappeared from his direct line of sight now as he bent in the iron on the short parted side. He could feel it twisting each section first forward and then the next away from his face, as he worked so quickly, never keeping it in for more than five or ten seconds. Finally, when he got to the thicker no part side, it took much longer as there were many more layers. When Giancarlo put the iron down finally, he redirected some of the hair directly in front of Mike's left eye as he blinked, taking a double take, but couldn't adjust as Giancarlo covered his eyes with his left palm as he began saturating his head in a super sticky finish spray. It didn't matter anyway as within seconds Maggie was changing his earrings and Giancarlo pulled his cape and spun the chair. Mike's jaw dropped, almost not believing he could be more stunned as he stood up, looking at himself with his new do in the buff. He couldn't determine if it was his hair and face or his body that looked better as he was more completely made over than he could have imagined. They had done an incredible job on his fake boobs, as Sonia had blended the glued silicon with his own skin and covered every possible seam as they there sat looking full and firm. If that wasn't crazy enough, his little nips were covered somewhere under the silicon add ons, but now he had two huge ultra-feminine dark nipples sitting erect on each breast in exactly the right places. They had sprayed his entire body a few shades darker, giving him a more tanned and toned look, but what was more noticeable was how the bronzer illuminated every which way he turned, especially on his legs and arms. They had matched the flesh toned c- string cordless thong that held him in place pretty well to his bronzed skin tone, as it was barely even noticeable as it twisted forward and back. As he spread his legs slightly open, he could feel it slightly pull at his skin as he knew it was well adhered and showed no sign of anything popping out. Scary as it seemed, he wasn't going to argue getting dressed as it was almost too much to look at himself in the buff like this. "Ready to get dressed, my dear," said Giancarlo, snapping his finger at Maggie and Sonia. "I think you'll even appreciate our work more once you see yourself in your new dress." "I guess," said Mike, twisting one last time, still in shock. "Hard to believe any male parts are even under there, right?" whispered Sonia, walking by him. "Any guy that found you naked in his room would go berserk for you, don't cha' think?" Mike shook himself from his mini-trance, staring at his body only to feel his stomach sink as he touched his hair. It was hard to fathom this was completely his, as it barely moved except for the small section that partially covered his left eye as he moved it with his French nail tip. He was now a fiery redhead, with a modern short cut as he twisted his neck, realizing the only way to undo what Giancarlo had done was probably with a crew-cut and dye job or to just shave his head. "Last time I did this cut was for Linda Evangelista, but I think I love it even more on you, Michelle," said Giancarlo. "You remind me a liitle more of Charlize Theron, and I can do almost anything on her and it looks good. You'll be no different with that pretty face and long lean figure." On top his hair was at most barely trimmed, but now arranged in small, thick ,picked out spirals, almost kinky curls that sat mostly on the right side as it was parted on the left. It had a little bit of full bodied height and slightly covered his right brow and eye on the swept side, before sitting more flat and in maybe two layers of short curls below the part. In front of each ear, a small strand of straight hair sat almost like a pointy wispy sideburn. Just above and around each ear, a small half inch section had been buzzed almost down to his scalp which flowed all the way to his nape. At the back of his head, the flat layers were cut in a tapered wedge style, where the nape was completely straight and then graduated from a buzz up to short stack before fading under tight curls near the crown. The non-curled sections had been colored the darkest auburn, making them stand out a bit from the few shades lighter amber auburn high shine color that monopolized his curls. He wasn't sure exactly what he did to his lips, but the wet-shine finish gloss made his incredibly huge looking scarlet lips pop from his face, especially when combined with the plumper and thick sweetheart liner. His lashes were also unmistakably glistening from some little tiny reflective micro particles that were blended into the false lashes, and his brows being so thin now made them radiate even more, fanning out. His jet black eye liner thickened as it reached the outside of his creases before it blended from charcoal to light creamy taupe shadows, adding to the drama of his striking smoky eye evening look, as finally the girls brought over his dress. It was crazy, but even with a short cut there was no sign of anything but glamour behind his metropolitan trendy look, especially when combined with his amazing figure. "I will guide this over every inch until its perfect, Michelle," said Giancarlo, making sure he was following instructions. "Now let's get your shoes on, and be extremely cautious when you step in that you don't step on the dress." Maggie spun the rock of his engagement ring towards his palm and removed the other rings. She opened a shoe box, removing glistening silver jeweled covered stiletto sandals, leaning over and placing the first one on his foot before she secured the two buckles around his ankles. She then took the other as he held her shoulder before standing tall as she buckled the other as he looked down at his latest skyscrapers. Maggie then knelt with Sonia as they together held open the dress as he stepped in. It felt so light yet a bit itchy as they slowly guided it up and then ever so slowly guided his arms inside the sleeveless holes at the shoulders. He was having a hard time believing what he was staring at, looking down as Giancarlo ever so slowly zipped up the back and adjusted the positioning on his body. "Amazing," said Maggie. "Your boyfriend is going to die when he sees you." "Wait, this is it?" Mike was stunned. "Doesn't something go over this!" "Don't be such a frump, Michelle," said Giancarlo, flicking his wrist and slowly spinning him toward the long mirror. "Now take it all in girlfriend. You are about to become a red carpet superstar. It's what we call in the fashion business an illusion style dress, and who better to wear it than a girl whose illusion is incredible. Your simply stunning in it my dear." Mike was scared to death, feeling his teeth chatter as he looked at his complete image. Giancarlo wasn't wrong, as he was in an amazing celebrity style gown meant for a starlet walking the red carpet for her premiere. He was in a made to order crystal beaded tulle gown called "Mistie" from renowned designer Phillip Armstrong, which almost looked like it was custom built for him. Instantly he knew why they took the time to bronze his body and perfectly mold his boobs, as the sleeveless gown was almost completely transparent, showing off every inch of his flesh except the for the areas covered by heavy crystal beading. It actually felt like he was wearing almost nothing, as the soft extremely lightweight transparent tulle material covered him from neck to floor, yet revealed every curve whether real or expertly fabricated. There was no beading on the sides, so each side left little to the imagination, exposing the outside of his voluptuous breasts, his thin ribs, tight abs and hip bone flowing into toned glowing legs. In front, the beading moulded beneath each breast in a streaming geometric pattern, leaving them mostly exposed yet covering where it needed to, even though you could see the impression of a hard nipple between the strategically placed jewels. There was no beading below the collar or between his breasts, as the transparent look streamed down the middle of his cleavage past his naval, exposing most of his full busty curvature and flat stomach. At the crotch line, the crystal was heavily packed, tastefully covering his private area in a thong like pattern before becoming scarce and distant, decorating the rest of the gown with the exception of their thick gathering at the hem on the floor. In the back, they flowed again in some geometric patterns, covering the zipper enclosure yet completely exposing his shoulder blades before enticing the eye with a glimpse of his ass crack and revealing just a bit of his butt cheeks. "It's time, Michelle," said Sonia, snapping her fingers. "The limo is here. Let's get a move on, Michelle!" "Darling, even though its feels like you're free, remember you're not," said Giamcarlo. "Slow small steps in those shoes and tight gown. Dresses like this don't give much." "Ya' think!" replied Mike, taking small steps as the dress was restrictive and his heels were super high and spikey. "Ok then, miss diva," sighed Sonia, grabbing his elbow and leading him towards the door. "I guess I should wait for a thank you for making you look incredible then? Have fun, and Stuart will be greeting you when you get there." Mike was in no mood for any niceties as he soon found himself alone in the back of the limo. He sat with his arms folded , annoyed until finally it pulled up at the gala. As his door opened, he took an awaiting hand and suddenly he was standing alone with a gentlemen with a tablet. "Name please," said the man. "Umm, Michelle. I might be on there as Shelley," said Mike, quickly getting nervous about revealing his real name. "My date will be on the list, Stuart Silverstein." "Ah yes, I have a Shelley Silverstein," said the man. "Um, yes that's me," said Mike, rolling his eyes. "It's just we're not married yet." "Wait, you're a Silverstein? I'm so sorry for any delay, Miss Silverstein," the man interrupted. "Do you have ID, please Miss?" "ID?" said Mike, startled and tapping his hips like he had pockets and then opening his little clutch which had nothing but a few cosmetics, showing it to the man. "I have nothing with me." "Jarod, it's fine," said Stuart, coming over and wasting no time, softly pecking a kiss. "This is my Michelle. Shelley for short, but she's not a Silverstein yet, officially anyway. That's my mother adding her to the list though that way." "Wow, I had no idea, Stuart?" said Jarod, kind of surprised. "Congratulations." "It's a recent thing, Jarod." Stuart softly tapped Jarod's but tcheek. "Things change, hon." "Wow, do they?" said Jarod, as Stuart now took both of Mike's hands, looking him up and down. "You look gorgeous beyond belief. The red carpet is going to love you," said Stuart, running one hand up his entire side from thigh just under his left breast. "Between Giancarlo and Sonia, you have no idea how lucky you are." "Yeah and don't forget your mother?" said Mike, shaking his head. "I'd say she had a big hand in this!" "Sorry about that, but remember whose idea this was my love," Stuart teased he began walking with Mike on his arm. "Yeah, like I'd have an easy time forgetting," Mike pointed to himself. "You wanted to be a spy, and I'd say this really rates as undercover." Stuart touched his exposed hip. "No kidding," said Mike, flinching. "But not much cover, thanks to your mother's stylists." "Yeah, well I have to say they nailed your look though, honey," said Stuart, touching his neck gently as it was chilling as his finger razzed through the buzz at the nape. "Better stick to me close tonight, because in this they'll be lining up to nail you." "Please, Stuart," said Mike, already annoyed with him. "I'm just here to spy, not for your lame jokes." "Fine, but as spies go, you may not be James Bond, but you make one hell of a Bond girl," said Stuart, putting his arm around him as they began walking. "If you want, with the new cut and this dress, I might be able to get you cast in the next movie." "No thanks, I'll pass," said Mike, having to laugh at himself for a moment. "I'm kind of taken and we both know how it always turns out for those girls." "Ah, how sweet!" teased Stuart, rubbing his back. "I guess that's because you realized Bond seduced all the beautiful co-stars every movie, and you're saving yourself for your husband." "Exactly, asshole! They're either ravished or killed or both," said Mike smiling as they proceeded to the event. "I'm saving it all for our big day, you jerk and I prefer to live." The bad jokes lightened the tension as they turned a corner. Mike was stunned at seeing the red carpet, as the moment they stepped on it, bulbs flashed. "Smile, and just act naturally," Stuart released him. "Give the camera some attitude. You're already a master at that." Mike gave him a look to kill as he placed his hands on his hips, twisted, and gave a few sheepish smiles. Stuart was enjoying Mike's dirty looks and then rejoined him, planting a kiss for the cameras, and then taking Mike's left hand, holding up the ring for the photographers. He could barely control how much he was enjoying Mike's pain and finally he wiggled his fingers between his and they walked inside. "You are such an..." started Mike as they got inside, as he stopped mid- sentence seeing Evelyn hurrying their way. "OMG! Are you kidding me? OMG," Screeched Evelyn, racing over all excited. "Oh Shelley! Your body is off the charts. The dress! The hair. Giancarlo was right. He is amazing, and you're to die for. You could almost walk the runway." "Easy mother," said Stuart, calming her down. "Don't get crazy. I'm putting the kibitz on that right now. She's nervous enough without any of your stunts." "Ok, ok. Stop the kvetshing," said Evelyn, smiling and flicking her wrist. "All I want is to help your pretty little love muffin. Don't take your eye off her for a moment with all the shmendriks here tonight." Mike couldn't help but notice all the wandering eyes as Stuart led him everywhere for the cocktail hour. He finally spotted Jen with Enrique as the cocktail hour was ending, and they were being seated for the runway show. He constantly looked back over his shoulder as it was tough to see them much farther in the back, as he had amazing seats near the catwalk. He could barely focus on how beautiful the girls were, sitting between Evelyn and Stuart as she never stopped babbling about fashion and style. Normally he would have been drooling looking at the models up close, but it was so distracting to have Stuart's arm around him, and his mother's rambling ruining the mood. He stood with everyone applauding as it ended, and held Stuart as they were led into a large ballroom for the after party. They mingled for a while again as Stuart took liberties from time to time, hammering home to his mother and friends his feelings for Michelle were genuine as he touched, pecked, and caressed him every chance he got. "Upstairs," whispered Mike looking up at the large double staircase. "Come on take me. I think he's making his move." "But now?" Stuart asked, downing another drink. "My mother wanted you to meet Ralph Lauren." "Now honey," said Mike, yanking his arm and leading him through the crowd. "Fine, but just don't expect me to make out in just any corner like last time?" Stuart said as they climbed the staircase. "I want this next kiss to be much more romantic." Mike rolled his eyes as they got to the top and then turned a corner where Stuart was stopped by a group of men. "Stuart, is this her?" said the man. "Hello Fredrick!" said Stuart. "Yes, this is my Michelle. Michelle, this is Fredrick, a dear old associate of mine." "That's an interesting way of describing me," said Fredrick in a huffy tone, softly giving Mike a dead fish type handshake. "Hello Michelle! Aren't you something, and in a Phillip Armstrong! How divine darling?" "Thank you?" said Mike, uncomfortably giving Stuart a look as he was trying to watch Jen and Enrique down the hall. "Fredrick's a wonderful producer and director, and done so many amazing things, Michelle," said Stuart grinning. "Feel better now?" "Slightly," said Fredrick, with some attitude. "I'm happy for you though, Stuart. You seem lovely my dear, and you're striking." "Thank you, Fredrick," said Mike, trying to make conversation. "So how long have you two known each other." "Oh, too long," said Stuart ,squeezing Mike's hand to shut up. "You see Fredrick and I kind of had a falling out. You know, gone our separate ways." "Oh stop it," said Fredrick, playfully tapping Stuart. "We're all adults here, and we just both moved on honey ,but I'm glad you've found someone new. I'm sure Evelyn must be thrilled." "You could say that," said Stuart, lifting Mike's finger showing Fredrick the ring. He was speechless holding his chest for a moment, almost chocking as he held Mike's hand staring at it for a moment. It was completely uncomfortable for both Fredrick and Mike, as Stuart was enjoying Fredrick's discomfort until he gained his composure. "Oh my," said Fredrick, breathing in and out a few times. "I take that back. Evelyn's not thrilled, she must be ecstatic. Maybe even uncontrollable. This is..is....a moment to celebrate. Congratulations. Waiter, champagne please!" "Thank you," said Stuart, loving the stress he had put on Fredrick and then adding to it as he pressed his lips against Mike's, delivering a brief deep kiss. Stuart smiled at his old friend as the kiss broke, as you cut the air with a machete as it became even more uncomfortable. They now all sipped champagne as Mike continued watching Jen and Enrique just talking and drinking with another group across the room, as a number of people engaged in the celebration. "You know what?" said Fredrick, looking Mike up and down. "You're actually perfect for next season. Stuart, how about I put the little Mrs. Silverstein in our fall session. Everyone would love that." "No, no, no," said Stuart. "Fredrick, she's the shy type, and let's not go there please." "Nonsense," said Fredrick, knowing he was pissing off Stuart. "She's perfect and I'm casting her." "Casting me?" asked Mike, getting confused and nervous. "You're not," said Stuart, annoyed. "Enrique," Yelled Fredrick, waving across the room. "Enrique could you come over for a moment?" "Holy shit," whispered Mike, squeezing Stuart's hand. "He's coming this way with her. If she gets close, I'm screwed." "Got it", said Stuart, shaking his head before speaking aloud at Fredrick. "Excuse me for a minute." "Still the biggest diva," Mumbled Fredrick as Enrique headed their way. He felt the slightest relief as Stuart intercepted them half way across the room as instantly he was hugging Jen. Mike watched as they shook hands and hugged as he led Jen away, but couldn't prevent Enrique from heading towards him. "And don't you look just fabulous in black," said Fredrick, hugging Enrique. "Enrique, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Michelle, the future Mrs. Silverstein." "Oh, well hello," said Enrique, giving Fredrick a look and then taking Mike's hand, kissing it. "How wonderful and congratulations." "Thank you, and what a pleasure to meet you, Enrique?" said Mike, ready to vomit, feeling the moisture on his wrist. "What an interesting surprise that Stuart has dropped on us, Fredrick?" said Enrique, intrigued. "Relax, that ship has sailed for me, Enrique," said Fredrick. "I brought you over to see what you thought of Michelle, as I'm thinking of casting her for the fall." "Really?" said Enrique. "Yes," said Fredrick with a grin. "She'd be a welcome addition to this year's Real Housewives edition. Just being a Silverstein alone would bring ratings, let alone the situations I'm sure she'll be finding herself in." "Wait, you're talking about me in a reality series. That's what you produce?" said Mike. "Well, yes Fredrick does, and let's just say I assist the girls to make decisions that alter their lives and make for great drama," said Enrique. "Let's take my date tonight. She's been struggling with so many things in her life, and I convinced her to make some changes that will make her life so much easier." "Really, and like what would those be?" said Mike, getting irritated. "Well, she's been struggling with a bad back, so she'll be having some much need breast reduction I convinced her to have," said Enrique. "She had a completely insensitive boyfriend before, but I'm pretty sure after all our time together she's wised up to his male chauvinistic ways. The guy cared more about sports and the length of her hair and didn't realize what an amazing woman he had. But I doubt I need to explain things like this to you, because obviously I can see you're a woman that doesn't lack confidence or self-esteem. Not in a dress like that!" "Oh, thanks," Mike said before catching himself. "Wait! You're saying she's trusting you completely. I mean women do in general?" "Honey, of course they do? They adore me?" said Enrique. "If only he'd switch teams, I'd adore him too." Fredrick playfully pinched him. "But certainly there's too much of that happening around here already. So you agree with me, Enrique? We can do a lot with her, right?" "Yeah, definitely," said Enrique, touching Mike's face. "I could really do a lot here, so you want to cast them both." "You guys kidding?" said Mike, giving a playful tap. "I'm flattered though." "I never kid in business, you pretty little thing," said Fredrick, getting serious. "No thank you, fellas," said Mike, realizing they weren't. "Oh stop, you'd be perfect," said Fredrick, pointing towards Jen. "And Enrique, I'd rather do the Housewives than the single wild girls like with your pretty friend over there." "Ok, but I almost had her convinced tonight, and we could start with maybe some nude shots I think she'd agree to take if I keep pressing," said Enrique, getting anxious. "If not then she may not want to wait on the surgery and we can do it soon. We could roll with that maybe." "I can't do both at once, Enrique," said Fredrick, getting annoyed and putting his arm around Mike, pointing at him. "You know how packed my schedule is, and just because you want to bone her doesn't mean I should sign her. I'd rather sign Michelle here and save the other girl for the future." "Oh, since you put it that way. It sounds good," said Mike, quickly changing his tune to protect Jen and putting his hands on his hips, posing and sexily biting his lip. "Yeah, I'd delay all that stuff with her. I'm sure I'll be more interesting especially once I'm Mrs. Silverstein." "Excellent dear! I was hoping you'd say that. Just sign the LOI on my smart phone ,and I'll work out the details with your future hubby," said Fredrick as Mike scribbled purposely in an unrecognizable way "I'm sorry Enrique. For now, we'll go with Michelle." "I understand ,and I do think we can do a lot with you," said Enrique, softly touching Mike's neck as he kissed his cheek before stepping back. "I'll break the news to her gently. I'm good at being gentle." Fredrick was now talking a mile a minute as he watched Enrique walk over, joining Stuart and Jen. After a good twenty minutes, Stuart finally came back. "Everything good, honey?" asked Mike, dying to know what they talked about. "Oh, we'll talk later, but I just spent a lot of time with an old friend ,and she's really confused," said Stuart. "Really torn, but hopefully if some promises made are broken then things may change." "Well, that's promising then," said Mike smiling. "Is it?" said Stuart intrigued. "We'll talk more later dear." "I'm sure you two will, as while you were gone the future Mrs. Silverstein decided she'd enjoy being in my new season," said Fredrick. "How about that one for a twist, Stuart?" "She what?" said Stuart, giving him a look. "Ah, honey I don't think you understand? Leave her out of this show business stuff, Fredrick." "No, it's fine," said Mike, sipping a drink watching Enrique and Jen looking like they were fighting. "It's only for after we get married ,so by then all will just work itself out." "Ah, I guess if that's what she wants, but I don't think you really understand what you're getting yourself into," said Stuart, shaking his head. "It's fine," said Mike, taking Stuart's hand and squeezing hard to stop him. "Let's discuss it later dear!" "You can be such a snake, Fredrick," said Stuart, giving them both a look. "And you should know all about my snake, shouldn't you?" teased Fredrick. "Now let's change the subject." Mike could care less about their conversations, as he watched as it went on for ten minutes until he saw Jen pull one of her irrational stunts, as he half listened to Stuart and Fredrick chatting. He watched as she was getting animated with her hands and body language, he covered his giggles watching Jen toss her drink. "Honey, come on," said Mike, grabbing his hand and yanking. "I think Enrique needs us." "So that didn't go well," said Enrique as they got to him. "She stormed off." "Go after her, honey," said Mike, giving Stuart a little shove. "You're so good at helping and being rational." "Great?" said Stuart, rolling his eyes as he hurried down the stairs. "I'm so sorry, Enrique," said Mike, trying to hold back a smile as he patted his back as they looked down at Jen running through the crowd. "Oh, what have I done," said Enrique, taking Mike's hand. "I'd never hurt a woman. She's so special and so fragile." "Don't worry," said Mike, jumping up and down inside, turning Enrique's face away from Jen hurrying away. "I know it's hard to move on, but a good looking guy like you will have no trouble finding someone new." "Thank you, Michelle," said Enrique, wiggling his fingers between his and looking into his eyes. "You're an amazing friend, but it's so hard not to focus on her." "Think happy thoughts, honey," said Mike, rubbing his shoulder comforting him. "Look down there at all the beautiful women. I'm sure you'll find someone better." "Better than Jen. Never! She's special," said Enrique, turning away from looking down. "But there never was a Jen and I. As much as I tried, she always loved her boyfriend." "You're kidding!" said Mike, almost popping off his heels, hugging him tightly before breaking the hug. "Sorry, I just get emotional when I hear stories like that, but of course it's better for you as you're a great catch. Go out, find someone not so stuck up, and have some fun. You deserve it." "Ya think?" said Enrique. "Sure, the place is crawling with scantily dressed, half naked women looking for a good time," said Mike, ever so relieved and stepping back and pointing down at the crowd. "A guy as sexy as you will find one in time. Look down there! She could be right under your nose." Mike could barely contain his excitement as a huge grin filled his face. "Thanks, you're amazing," said Enrique, as he hugged him and then looked down as Mike was smiling and blinking with a huge grin. "Aw, thanks and you definitely deserve better," said Mike, rubbing his shoulder giving him a wink. "I'm sure you'll find her." "Maybe I did, and she's right under my nose," said Enrique, sliding his arm quickly around Mike's neck. "Well, you never know. Wait?" Mike was stunned and suddenly he found himself locked in Enrique's arm, and his lips on Mike's. "Enrique, nooooo!" He couldn't believe how strong Enrique was as, it was nothing like Stuart as he couldn't really resist much as the moment he opened his mouth to object, Enrique took the wrong signal and his tongue was down Mike's throat. It only lasted seconds though, as he was able to push back and then looked up, trying to catch his breath. "Enrique, I..I..." stuttered Mike, glancing over seeing Stuart and Evelyn stunned. "How dare you, I'm engaged?" "Good luck with that, bitch," Screamed Jen from the other direction as he turned right into her fist as he was unable to keep his balance, wobbling backward. He instantly knew the feeling of her breaking his nose as he remembered that sensation from doing it once before as a young boy. It was almost happening in slow motion, as the next thing he knew he was falling backward, unable to keep his balance in the spikey shoes and ultra-tight dress. He watched Enrique reach for him and miss as he felt his face crash against the cold marble floor and heard a rip through his dress, followed by Evelyn's distinct screech as everything suddenly went black. Mike felt groggy, rubbing his eyes as he cracked them open, seeing nothing but a bright light in his face. "Hey, hey, you up?" said a voice on his left. "Jen?" whispered Mike. "Yes, and you're doing good, honey," said Jen. "Glad to see you finally woke up." "Thanks," whispered Mike. "Hey, I just wanted to say I forgive you and I hope you forgive me," said Jen in a rolling hospital bed, facing the opposite direction. "Of course," said Mike. "But Jen, let me explain. You know I've always loved you, but things just got out of control." "Sssshh," said Jen, pressing her finger on his lips. "Sometimes things have a strange way of working themselves out and I guess it just happened here." "Wait, are you ok?" said Mike, as his eyes were focusing a little now, seeing her in the rolling hospital bed and the cap on. "You're so sweet worrying about me," said Jen, reaching over and grabbing his hand. "I'm good. My back finally won't hurt now that this is over. Thanks for thinking about me after all you've been through, but you're so much stronger than me so you'll be fine." "Me? Stronger than you?" said Mike, looking over at her bandaged upper body poking out from under the sheets. "You pack some wallop. I just feel so swollen?" "Well, I mean they're kind of heavy, but I guess you'll," Jen started to say as they got interrupted. "I'll need that hand now please," said an orderly, interrupting as they started pushing Mike away from her. "You two will have plenty of time later to chat, and I'd prefer you not straining at all right now please. Both of you shouldn't be stretching those arms much either." "Wait, where are we going?" Mike asked softly as they pushed him into the next room. "Wait Jen!"! As he pulled his arm back, he saw the hospital bracelet and felt extremely weak and sore. He tried moving his neck but everything seemed so incredibly tender as he looked down at himself, but all he could see was lumpy sheets and blankets. "You're doing so well, Shelley," said a voice looking down at him as he pulled down the surgical mask. "Rabbi?" sighed Mike softly, trying to squirm. "Yes, dear it's me," said Rabbi Levine as he felt them separate his legs. "I'm sorry to disturb you dear, but I wanted you to enjoy this special moment so I had them wake you up just for a minute." "Oh thanks I guess," said Mike as his vision was clearing as his legs were now elevating. "It was good to see Jen even if just for a minute." "How nice, but I meant a minute for your new devotion. Now let's proceed and you shouldn't feel much," said Rabbi Levine, stepping between his legs as he could feel a cold sensation near his testicles. "Thirty seconds and then turn the anesthesia back up please." Mike could barely utter a word as they dropped an oxygen mask over his mouth and suddenly saw a silver tool being handed to Rabbi Levine above his sheets. He watched him position his fingers on it and then it disappeared between his legs as he felt a pinch, instantly screaming into the mask which muffled it, before passing out again. "Hey," said a soft voice as he awoke again. "You feeling better?! You must be really excited. I know I am!" "Jen," said Mike, seeing her hand stroking his cheek. "I'm so happy to see you again." "Thanks, of course I'm here for you," said Jen, hugging him. "I did see you the last time I was awake, or was that a dream?" said Mike, moving his neck. "I'm still so sore." "No, it was me honey," said Jen smiling. "Remember I was coming out, and I think you were still going in for one last thing as I understand it." "Oh, yeah," said Mike grinning. "You did have the breast reduction right?" "Yeah," said Jen, smirking and leaning back ,showing him her reduced cleavage. "I'm actually feeling so much better? And you?" "I think I'm ok. Wait...Your hair!" said Mike softly. "It's back. Was I out that long?" "No silly! Extensions. You were right! I jumped to conclusions when I chopped it," said Jen, smiling and nodding at him. "But I do kind of like yours shorter though." "Ok, sure whatever you think," said Mike, getting a better look at her as his vision was clearing up. "You're all dressed up? Wow you look so good in that." "Enough about me. You look incredible, honestly," said Jen, hugging him tightly. "I'm so proud of you." "Excuse me Jen, they're calling for you, and I'll need to finish," Sonia interrupted. "Thanks, I'll see you out there, and I'm so happy you chose me," said suspense is killing all of us." "It's time, honey," said Sonia. "What's happening?" said Mike, looking down seeing himself in a chair covered by a sheet. "I'm sorry honey. I can only imagine how stressful this must be," Sonia pulled off the sheet and twisted his wheelchair around. "Every girl needs a moment to herself, so let me give you yours." "What the fuck?" screamed Mike, seeing his reflection as Sonia giggled, leaving the room. He stared at himself in a white lacey, heavily boned silk bra and white sheer seemed stockings attached to a matching garter belt. His penis hung freely on display, poking through some form of white crotch less thong, and he flicked at the dangling diamond heart which swayed from his naval piercing. He unsnapped the chair's rib level seatbelt, pressing his palms to the chair's armrests as he lifted himself up, balancing on his four inch white pumps. He could barely believe his eyes, as he watched the jiggle from his bra line before sitting back down in the chair as he still felt somewhat weak. "What, you don't like the choice, Michelle?" said Enrique, coming up behind him. "You look amazing. Oh don't be shy, as I've already seen everything you've got, let alone worked on you." "You! What the hell did you do to me?" screamed Mike. "Easy, you'll strain your new voice, and you'll still need a few more minutes for your full sensations to return," said Enrique. "I did nothing that you didn't ask for. See, these are all your consent forms. This is your signature, right?" "What is this?" Mike yelled, looking at the papers, confused. "I feel so weird." "Oh, it was nothing my dear! Don't you remember signing all these for Fredrick?" said Enrique. "I signed his phone, not all this," said Mike, beginning to shake. "Correct dear," said Enrique. "But that's all it took for your consent on your acting role, and to perform your procedures. Remember Dr. Schwartz that Evelyn introduced you to? He tightened your vocal chords, lasered off that horrid stubble, fixed your nose, boosted those cheeks a bit. His work is fantastic, right?" "But..but," Mike struttered. "Oh, we didn't touch that as your tush is magnificent the way it is. Oh, but of course your new Double-Ds are incredible. Those you can thank me for, and I love the way they came out. said Enrique, patting himself on the back. "Plus Evelyn insisted you wanted them that big, and made sure you got them. She showed me the picture you had on your phone, and we did our best to get them that big." "NO, this has to be a dream! Those were Jen's on my phone! All I saw was Rabbi Levine!" Moaned Mike, getting teary eyed as he touched his breasts, wincing and realizing they weren't the glued on fake ones anymore. "Last thing I remember was him between my legs. Holy shit!" "You're fine down there honey, as we only worked from your chest up," said Enrique. "I'm a plastic surgeon. He's a Rabbi, and all he did was your circumcision, so you could get married in the temple like you promised Evelyn and Stuart. If you're worried about that, don't, because Stuart knows what he wants obviously, from the looks of things here today. He'll be getting it. Now good luck today!" "Getting it?" Mike shook as he was watching his boobs quiver as Enrique left, and Sonia approached from behind. "I'm sure you will sweetie, but let's save that for tonight," said Sonia with a chuckle. "You're like the envy of everyone here." "Envy, are you insane?" said Mike as his teeth were chattering. "I'm like a freak!" "Really? You better look again. Your face looks flawless, honey," said Sonia. "I mean you made a pretty girl before, but with the nose job and your cheek bones raised, you look like a freaking model, even without a stitch of makeup." "But I just did this to spy on Jen?" said Mike, straining his voice as it cracked, feeling his throat. "How the hell did this spiral out of control?" "Yeah, well all that's on you, honey. No one forced you to sign the documents, convert religions, and go through all that plastic surgery. You did that all on your own," said Sonia, as he watched from behind as she dropped a princess tiara on his head, adding some pins. "Now, I'll be right back with your dress and veil." "Stop, I'm not doing this," Mike yelled as Sonia stepped into the other room. "This can't be happing, and no way did I do all that." "Oh dear sweet, Shelly," said Evelyn, stepping in as Sonia motioned her into the room. "You have the jitters, my dear." "I have no jitters!" Mike replied as she put her hands on his shoulders and he quickly covered his private area with his plams. "This is all wrong, Evelyn." "Oh my sweet girl," said Evelyn, twisting his chin from behind and giving a little smile. "Look at yourself dear and tell me what you see." "Evelyn, that's not funny," said Mike. "What I see is not what I am." "Of course not dear, but sometimes things change and in your case for the better," said Evelyn, pressing her face against his, giving a little head hug. "This is all nerves and nothing more. You see I doubt anyone in your shoes would chose to be stuck out on the street homeless and broke looking like you do. Imagine how cruel the hoodlums would be to someone of your voluptuous nature and external beauty, especially once they find something extra when they desire to satisfy themselves. Rather who wouldn't given a simple choice, to be a wealthy loving wife who'll never have to work another day in her life, long for a thing, and be part of one the most influential families in the community." "But Evelyn, I..I...I..." Mike teared up. "I'm not a girl. You know that. You know I really can't be your daughter in law." "Of course you can, Michelle. You're my pretty little Shelly now," said Evelyn, taking a tissue to his cheek bones. "But....but..." cried Mike whimpering. "Shelley, pull it together," said Evelyn, getting stern and lifting his left hand. "You see that? My mother's ring? You will not disgrace this family with whining yente bullshit, especially after all the crap you've put me through to help get you here. Now suck it up and start living the good life for a change. I've broken my ass for you and my pain in the ass son to make this perfect. The dress! The boobs! The whole fucking ceremony. Now do you want to be beloved and admired, or would you rather be humiliated and poor. I'll give you two minutes and then I'm putting kibbutz on everything." "Ok, then?" said Sonia, coming back in and powdering his face as Evelyn stormed out. "So is it yes or no, Michelle. Get a fucking grip on yourself." Mike took several deep breaths and tried compose himself. "Who wouldn't want to be rich and taken care of," said Mike, fanning out his hands. "But I'm still a man inside, and in love with Jen." "Ok please! Sweet little innocent Jen, who's probably been fucking Enrique under your nose for months," said Sonia, clicking on a camera as Mike could now see inside the temple. "See them holding hands and happily agreeing to be your maid of honor." "Holy shit!" Screamed Mike as Sonia took his dress from the hanger. "It can't be, and I never wanted to believe it." "Believe it," said Sonia, stepping in front of him, holding open his dress. "He's a rich doctor! Why wouldn't she be doing him?" "But I..I..." stuttered Mike as she lifted his feet up inside the dress and pulled him from the chair. "Relax, I know you're still a bit weak, and this dress is gorgeous but it's pretty big," said Sonia, holding him and making sure he wasn't stepping on it as she balanced him. "Just don't twitch and I'll let you sit back down in a second." She was an incredibly strong woman, holding him with one hand and guiding the dress up with the other as quickly she pulled it up over his waist and boobs. He stood there wobbling, feeling the numbness slowly fading from his calves as she zipped up the back and then she gently let him sit back in the chair. It was surreal as she unhooked the bra straps from his shoulders and he could feel the resistance of his heavy boobs being held in place by the bodice's boning. "Sonia, holy shit," said Mike, staring down at his dress. "I remember trying this on, but I was just playing along. Now it's fitted to me like a second skin holding up things I can't believe are a part of me. This can't be." "Of course it can, and it fits so much better since you've lost some weight while you were recuperating. If you recall, they all thought this looked best on you at your fitting, and now that Giancarlo altered it you fill it out so perfectly," Sonia told him. "You look beautiful in Valentino." "This can't be happening," Mike was shaking. "It was supposed to be Jen in a dress like this, not me! I just saw her and spoke to her. I know that was real, and she looked gorgeous." "She's does, doesn't she? She's so excited for you, and to be your maid of honor. Look, you weren't there for her honey, but you're lucky enough to be getting a second chance, so don't blow it," said Sonia, holding up a veil behind his head. "Now what's it going to be, as it's time and that ship with Jen has sailed." Mike started at his reflection, then touched his boobs. He twisted his neck and looked down at his dress. He gulped, giving a look back at Sonia before closing his eyes and then bowed his head slightly so she could pin on the veil. He watched everything flash through his mind as time seemed to stand still as he felt pin after pin slide into his hair. He finally opened his eyes now, looking through the mesh as he felt Sonia help him to his feet. His legs were shaky at first, taking a small step as it had been a while since he taken full steps. She turned him as he now stared at his reflection as she knelt ,spreading his dress across the floor. He was in a classic "fairy tale" wedding dress with a fitted bodice which flared dramatically at the waist into a full ballroom skirt. This strapless silk princess style gown displayed his wondrous cleavage, collar bones, and thin shoulders beneath a long veil which stood out so perfectly above the extravagant pearled embroidered bodice. The dress had a form fitted tight waist, before exploding into an almost overwhelming bell of shinny silk ruffled layers. At the back was a long train that Sonia laid out to follow behind, and it seemed to almost blend from the streaming long veil. He still had his short red hairstyle, which was now blown back away from his face and teased up to a full thick poof, before fading under his extravagant tiara. From his ears hung huge teardrop pearl earrings which we