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Vintage Platinum By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter 2 "Well good morning Miss Turner," said a squeaky voice. "Did you have a nice sleep?" "What?" said Nate shaking his head. "A nice sleep?" said the woman. "Is it morning already?" said Nate not wanting to get up. "Yes," said the woman sliding open the curtain letting in some light. "It's a glorious day." "Woahhh...easy," said Nate sitting up squinting as some of the day light struck his eyes. "Where am I and what are you doing here?" "Well Mr. Gray send me to assist you and you're at the Front Street hotel ma'am," said the woman. "I'm Maxine. Do you not remember me from yesterday?" "Maxine from the beauty parlor?" said Nate as his eyes widened seeing the pretty girl as she stepped right in front of him. "Yes," said Maxine with a soft smile. "Hello again." "I'm sorry. I think I drank too much and my head is pounding," said Nate reaching up to feeling his throbbing head then feeling something soft yet bumpy atop it. "What the...??" "Yes we expected it might be after all you drank," said Maxine pouring him a glass of water. "No!! What is that?" said Nate feeling soft silk atop all the wiry things on his head and then looking down at his hand. "Holy shit Maxine my fingers?" "Yes Russian red is a favorite of mine as well," said Maxine handing him some aspirin and a drink. "Russian red?" yelled Nate stretching out all his fingers. "Red nails! What the hell happened last night!" "I don't think much ma'am because I helped change you for bed once Mr. Gray carried you here after you passed out," said Maxine. "Now I suggest you take those aspirin while I gather your undergarments Miss Turner." "Ma'am?" gulped Nate downing the aspirin and jumping out of bed. "Miss Turner?" Over to the big mirror he ran panicking the moment he saw his own sight in a long nightgown. He looked down to his feet seeing matching red toes just like those on every finger and wanted to scream seeing his head covered in a bandana like scarf covering a series of wire rollers. As he got closer to the mirror it was suddenly hard just to breathe as he stopped frozen noticing how his eye brows were mostly gone and had been reshaped. He twisted his neck seeing a touch of glimmer from just under the edge of the silk scarf and then reached up his red fingers realizing pearl balls now sat fronting the posts of his pierced ears. When he dropped his hand he felt ready to puke and then Maxine walked behind him undoing the top button. "There's no reason to be shy in front of me Miss Turner," said Maxine. "Hands up please and I've seen every inch of what you've got already if you don't remember ma'am." "I really don't remember Maxine," said Nate stunned. "I don't even know how this all happened?" "How what happened Miss Turner?" said Maxine twisting her neck confused. "You referring to how you got to the hotel?" "I'm referring to everything! To me being like this!" said Nate getting excited as she undid the final button. "To you referring to me being called Miss Turner!" "I'm sorry ma'am but we usually don't call out customers by their first name unless they ask us to," said Maxine pushing the nightgown from his shoulders. "Step out please." "No Maxine you must know that's not what I mean," said Nate getting angry not budging. "I mean being called a lady when you know damn well I'm not." "Oh don't you worry ma'am because you are certainly a most beautiful lady even if in your current state things could be a bit of out of place?" said Maxine coming out in front of him and looking into his eyes to calm him. "But once you're properly dressed again then anything that's popped out of place momentarily will surely be concealed and I'm sure eventually settle down anyway ma'am." "Ohhhhh," gulped Nate mortified looking down seeing his nightgown had slid down off his body yet the round neckline rested perched on his morning hard on. "Now don't mind me," said Maxine lifting his chin so he wouldn't have to stare down at that before gingerly pulling it off as it dropped off his now naked frame. "Come and I believe you'll feel better after soaking a little." "A bath?" gulped Nate freaking out as Maxine took his hand and led him into the large bathroom. "I'll help you in and please tell me if the temperature isn't to your liking," said Maxine. "Step in please and I'll assist with the rest." "My legs! My toes!" grumbled Nate panicking as he looked down at his smooth legs and red toes. "Yes very lovely and I noticed you had beautiful legs immediately Miss Turner," said Maxine guiding him into a large claw foot tub. "Now just carefully sit back and mind your hair." "My hair? That I remember?" said Nate reaching up feeling his head covering in rollers hidden beneath a kerchief. "Sophie just gave me a haircut. That I recall." "Yes Miss Turner and it came out quite lovely last night but I'll need you to sit without slouching or sliding forward or it could accidentally dip into the water," said Maxine. "Now you soak and relax while I prepare a few things for you." "Prepare?" moaned Nate sliding down a little enjoying the tub's warmth until he felt his neck stop short the edge of the tub behind him. He reached back felt the tension of the roller near the nape of his neck at the back of his kerchief and then patted his entire head realizing he was soaking with a head full of rollers. He lifted his right leg from the water staring at the soapy bubbles dissipating off his hairless leg and then dropped it down almost socked he was relaxing in a fragrant bubble bath. The soft aroma that filled his nose was so feminine and appealing yet the entire experience felt surreal like it couldn't be happening. He wiggled his toes from beneath the suds to the waterline at the other side of the tub staring at the red digits that now sat painted at his feet. He stretched out his manicured fingers still convinced this was a dream he was about to wake up from before pinching his other now hairless arm instantly convinced this was instead quite the contrary until suddenly wetness touched his lips. "Good morning darling," said the voice. "Joe?" said Nate touching his wet lips. "What the hell are you doing?" "I'm sorry to startle you dear and I'll give you your privacy?" said Joe turning his back. "Excuse my excitement and it'll take some getting used to but I'm flattered I could invoke yours again as well." "Oh my," gulped Nate looking down seeing his hard mast popping through the suds standing tall covered in bubbles. "I apologize for the intrusion. I promise you I'm a proper gentlemen," said Joe quickly heading back out the door. "It's just even in rollers and before you even get dressed again... well I just can't stop thinking about last night but we'll discuss that over lunch. I just can hardly wait Nancy." "Nancy?" said Nate straining his voice. "You didn't just call me that?" "No Miss Turner but if you'd prefer it than I will ma'am," said Maxine walking in with a sponge and leaning down. "I love the name Nancy. Every Nancy I know is like you...glamorous...enchanting... and well... drop dead gorgeous." "What the hell is going on here Maxine and I don't want to be called Nancy?" said Nate panicking as she leaned him forward washing his back. "Where's Joe? Did he leave?" "Just a nice bath ma'am and he's gone down to reserve a table for your lunch," said Maxine washing his chest and under his arms. "Lunch?" said Nate as she washed his arms. "I just woke up." "We let you sleep in," said Maxine lifting his leg and washing it. "You seemed to need the rest." "The scotch! It was the scotch!" gulped Nate as she was washing his buttocks and then between his legs. "Easy please and this is all some misunderstanding!" "I'm sorry but you're clean everywhere now ma'am," said Maxine. "I'll be helping ready you since you're so new at all this I'm told. Step out please." "I'm so confused and I guess never been that drunk before," said Nate as she held out a towel for him to dry him. "Did you say I was glamourous? And gorgeous?" "Yes Miss Turner," said Maxine drying him and wrapping another around his waist. "We all think you're quite striking and from what I saw you seemed quite enamored yourself with your new appearance last night." "I was?" said Nate trying to remember. "Yes Miss Turner. Please sit down because I can't have you be late," said Maxine sliding out a chair from the vanity. "I believe once I've refreshed your makeup then I would think it might all come back to you." "Slow down Maxine," said Nate shaking his head understanding now where he was seated. "While I'm grateful for your assistance this morning this is not happening. What I'll need is for you to find my clothes then help me off with this nail polish and rollers. Then I'll go to lunch with Joe and straighten out any misunderstanding." "Miss Turner, I can do nothing of the sort," said Maxine stepping back unscrewing a tube. "I have strict instructions to have you dressed and coiffed for lunch. I realize some of this is out of the ordinary but did you want me to lose my job? I help support my family. Now if you intend to run from the hotel naked that much I can't prevent but the only clothing I have for you is what Lola has send for you." "Lola? Really?" said Nate clearly remembering that visit. "She took all my measurements." "Yes Miss Turner and even in something she whipped together last night you still looked fabulous," said Maxine. "And she took my clothes!" said Nate thinking. "I went to meet you and Sophie in a robe!" "Yes and we helped you like I am now," said Maxine leaning in with a tube blotting near his chin and then across his jaw line. "Now I believe you're fortunate to barely have much but I've already shaved the baby stubble while you slept so please just allow me to do my job. This is Max Factor's new concealer called Erace and after we tried it on you last night your skin looked flawless." "But Maxine?" said Nate stopping her. "This I believe is all just a huge misunderstanding then." "Miss Turner if that's the case then I would imagine you'll straighten that out over lunch with Mr. Gray," said Maxine holding her hand up ready to continue. "But in the meantime please allow me to finish my job please! As it is my boss has entrusted me to get the job done and that's my only agenda!" "And this is your job today?" said Nate stunned looking at the fleshy colored concealer stick. "To make me look like a woman? To put makeup on me and make me look pretty?" "I'm a beautician. That's what we do?" smiled Maxine. "Now if you want me to make you look like a clown instead I can do that as well but I'm thinking you'll feel more comfortable looking as beautiful as you did last night." "Please stop saying that," said Nate touching his stomach feeling ill. "Why you're naturally pretty and trust me not a sole thought differently," said Maxine. "Now I have two young children to feed at home so please?" "Yes of course," nodded Nate. "I'm sorry. I'd never want to trouble a lady in need." "Thank you Miss Turner," said Maxine smoothing his face. "Neither would I so let's get you looking as glamorous as you did last night because right now you're in need of my assistance so ultimately there's a benefit for both of us." Before he could utter another word she began tapping his face with a powdey cr?me puff adding more foundation and then powdering his face. It all happened so quickly as she pushed down on his eye lids adding a liner atop his lid and thickening it with four or five strokes of her wrist. A small pallet of color was now opened as a natural browns was added to his lids and then he noticed the brush oddly touch down into the emeralds. Just feeling the mascara brush glide across his top lashes as she held his eyes open and still was as odd a sensation as he ever know and then she seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with her pencil at his brows. When she was finally finished, she brushed a soft rouge across his cheeks and then it was like smelling salts penetrated his nostrils as the bright red appeared in his line of sight when she opened his lipstick. "You're saying this is how I looked last," said Nate the minute she finished his lips swiveling his neck and looking at his reflection in the vanity mirror. "More or less," Giggled Maxine enjoying a chuckle at his confusion. "Except I think you won't be want to heading out to lunch with your hair in curlers." "That's not what I meant," shivered Nate. "I know," said Maxine taking his hand. "Come let's get something on you." Back to the bedroom she led him as he now saw all the undergarments on the bed. Off went his towel as she knelt and held open a stretchy white garment lifting his left ankle inside and then the right as he was suddenly standing inside it. As she guided the stretchy garment up his legs, she stopped just at his hips and reached between his legs with her left hand pulling him back. With her right now she tugged up at the back waistband before withdrawing her other hand and then pulled at both hips simultaneously snugging the elastic up as tightly as she could. Gone was any sight of his naval as he stared down seeing himself look completely flat in a high waisted stretchy panty with tight elastic leg and waist bands. Just slightest movement seemed just so odd but then it got even stranger the moment as she slipped his arms inside a big bra. It took only a few seconds to secure it behind his back and then as she slipped some foam falsies inside each cup he was mesmerized by his new boobs. The distraction of protruding mounds though only lasted while she rolled some sheer hose up to each calf. The second the last one snapped at his calf a white thin garment was placed around his waist. It was light weight and simple until she gave a few tugs and then it was like he had been bound in shackles. "You ok?" said Maxine securing the garters. "No I'm not ok but I don't think at this point that matters," complained Nate dying looking down at his shape. "Just like a woman complaining!" joked Maxine forcing a soft laugh. "Now just inhale Miss Turner please. It's only a waspie and those are nothing compared to some of the girdles or corsets I've been in." Just her making him snicker emptied his lungs and then the moment he inhaled she had his attention mildly pinching him in. It was just in the middle under his rib cage but that was enough to add some shape as he tied off the thin laces finishing off his figure. "Yes, but you're supposed to be in them," grumbled Nate. "Me on the other hand?" "Are looking quite lovely so step in dear," said Maxine interrupting having him step into a springy pink petticoat. "Oh boy?" gulped Nate no longer able to see his toes or legs. "Oh boy no longer ma'am," joked Maxine. "Hand ups and there's not much time to waste so let me guide this because you're supposed to be in this already Miss Turner." "No I'm not supposed to be in any of this," whined Nate blinded by the fabric as it slid down over his face. "I couldn't disagree more Miss Turner," said Maxine tugging the dress down. "Lola spent an hour herself altering this dress just for you in the wee hours of the morning. It was meant for you." "You're kidding?" gulped Nate taken a back as she zipped up the back. "I'd never kid at someone's expense after such hard work ma'am," said Maxine spinning him checking it everywhere. "She's very conscious of every detail and I take my work just as serious Miss Turner." "I have seen that you do," gulped Nate staring down at his dress as she clipped a pearl bracelet over his wrist. "And the dress? Well it is beautiful and obviously she does know my taste very well.... it's just I never expected I'd be in it." "Well I for one think it suits you beautifully," said Maxine bending down sliding on his left shoe and buckling the strap. "Let's hope you have the same confidence in me not breaking my neck in these," said Nate as on went the other shoe. "Why wouldn't I? You danced in all night in heels last evening?" said Maxine matter of factly. "You're a wonderful dancer. We were all quite impressed." "Oh my! I think I need to sit for a moment," said Nate feeling light headed. "You were out with me? Where was I and are you saying I danced with a man? With Joe I presume?" "Well I was just there for a short time yes and it's just as well you sit now so I can take down your hair," said Maxine helping him sit. "You were out drinking alone with him at first and then we joined both of you later for a night cap. You two looked amazing doing the jitterbug and you're certainly can swing dance Miss Turner." "Well I've always enjoyed dancing just not like this?" gulped Nate outstretching his hands as she pulled off her kerchief. "So what else exactly did you see Maxine?" "I saw a beautiful lady enjoying an evening out with a gentleman," said Maxine pulling out some pins and grabbing his wrist before he put down his hands. "Hold these for me doll." "Uuumm sure?" moaned Nate seeing bobbi pins begin to fill his red fingers. "But that's it?" "I can't believe you're asking me that?" said Maxine unrolling and handing him more pins. "Why not I really can't remember," said Nate seeing the thin wire rollers being placed down on the desk behind them. "Maybe think harder and I'm sure you will," said Maxine tugging just a little as he winced. "Sorry dear some of these really set well." "I've tried but everything is a blur?" said Nate as she continued unrolling. "Well what you did is your business to speak of not mine Miss Turner," said Maxine not wanting to get involved. "I just arrived later to help you off to bed and to help Sophie set your hair." "You set my hair to sleep in?" said Nate as she was still adding pins to his hand. "Yes and it holds a set quite nicely Miss Turner," said Maxine not lifting his chin and taking out her brush. "Be still please ma'am." "Fantastic?" said Nate sarcastically starting to shake his head until she stopped him. "I've never had curly hair before either so I'm so glad it set well?" "Please Miss Turner," said Maxine tweaking his chin and letting her brush stroking right to left ever so precisely. "Thank you and I'm glad you appreciate our hard work but we're almost finished." "My apologies," said Nate beginning to shake. "Thank you again and of course you have wonderful hold now," said Maxine moving his face and brushing. "Your hair was much curlier last night right after the perm so it'll hold your sets wonderfully from now on." "You permed my hair!" gulped Nate almost jumping from the seat. "Well I didn't but Sophie insisted so don't panic if it's not exactly the color you selected since the perm does lighten your hair just a shade or two," said Maxine. "But if my opinion counts then it's beautiful on you and you chose perfectly." "Lighten?" said Nate trying to reach up with his hands full of pins as she stopped him. "And I selected no color except I do remember her wanting to remove the greys." "Eyes closed and please I'm almost done. I cannot have you disrupt your hairdo now or we'll have a disaster on our hands before I finish setting it," said Maxine now coating him in a heavy hairspray. "If it matter though I recall without question you discussing the actresses you admired with Sophie and I recall exactly what you told her." "Well yes we were discussing actresses?" started Nate thinking before stopping. "And what was it that you recall me saying?" "Well go see for yourself but everyone agrees you made the right choice," said Maxine helping him up. "You said it yourself and you were undoubtedly right at least as far as Mr. Gray is concerned. Gentlemen prefer blondes! Don't they?" "Oh nooo? You must be kidding me?" mumbled Nate almost not believing what he heard but it was a line he had uttered many times before. "I... I...." Over to the mirror he scurried now with the rollers freed from his head with a knot in his stomach wound up tightly as anything that was previously wound tightly in his hair. As he stopped he felt ready to throw up yet as sick as he felt about how all this had transpired he was more astonished that the young woman that stared back at him actually was him. His first reaction was to reject any notion that this reveal was in fact him yet it was certainly his face under all that makeup and his body inside a pretty dress. He wanted to fight the notion that he could pull off something so unimaginable but certainly couldn't argue that suddenly before him was a woman he'd absolutely desire. Somehow instead of his ex-lover modeling a style and sophistication he longed for it was him. "Miss Turner?" said Maxine softly before pausing as she watched him just shake his head. "Miss Turner... You ok ma'am?" While his ears heard her voice, his brain still needed a few last moments to process what had happened. He had become the dream girl he wanted his ex-lover to be standing now in a dress he had admired in the boutique window and almost bought. It was nothing overly fancy yet at the same time trendy and stylish as he seen this look some many times in the press. He reached down touching the soft rayon material in the pleats of his dress's full skirt and then couldn't shake the quiver as its touch send goosebumps down his spine. It was still startling that he was donning a gorgeous mint colored swing dress with a tight bodice and short capped sleeves. Beneath it his full fake mounds only added to his busty appearance and then at his midsection a thin black belt pulled in his thin waist. The almost tea length pleated skirt sat atop a single layer of pink petticoats delivering a circle dress shape almost like he was the most fashionable housewife in the neighborhood. On his feet ankle strap 2 inch kitten heels in shiny black leather clicked atop his nude hose clad smooth legs completing his shapely feminine look. Pancake foundation seemed to lighten his complexion yet coral pink blush lit up his cheeks. A single thick line stroked across his upper lids and behind his thickly coated dark curled lashes batted at each blink. A hint of soft mint shadow graced the bottom of his lids before elegantly blending into a natural taupe mid-lid. With his brows outlined in chestnut pencil it was quite a contrast from his lightened hair but that was only one of the dramatic effects as even his own eyes were fixated on his Russian red lip color. He couldn't help but lick his own lips as he loved the seldom occasions when his old girlfriend painted them brightly. His own lips now boldly defined to look so inviting was intoxicating only causing his mind to further drift off as he bit them softly. What she had never done for him that now somehow he had done for himself as he really realized he would invite in stares of men that might think like he did or worse. To top it all off what would only add to that further would be how well his new ensemble would work with his chic new hairdo. He normally just greased back his hair yet knew it had gotten a bit unruly from not attending to it while working long hours but instead now never did he realize he had let it grow long enough to be re-shaped into a chic feminine style. He loved Marilyn or Doris and now he shared one of their perfectly coiffed do's as Sophie had trimmed and roller set his hair into a short feminine style. Off his forehead his hair sat turned back with some volume and rolling back away from his face from a slight slide part. From temple to temple just above his ears it now sat in a series of brushed through curls exposing the bottom of his lobes where a single pearl now sat pierced through each ear. Behind them his hair curled under just above his collar as his roller set's soft waves and distinct swirls were arranged in an elegant chic style like he was Grace Kelly. Making things twice as bad instead of just the grey strays being gone were that also all his light brown base locks as well as he now appeared quite golden like some of his female icons. He reached up his fingers struggling to believe this was really his yet with every touch of his Russian red fingers his hair sprung back to his flawless curled style. He wasn't sure if it were the roller set and heavy spray that cemented the waves or that she had actually permed his hair as each wave and curl seemed almost fake. He had to give a small tug in two or three places to be completed convinced it wasn't a wig but when the tension at its roots near his left temple signaled more than some mild discomfort in his brain he needed to catch his wobble on the end of a dresser just not to fall on his ass. "Oh Miss Turner," yelled Maxine hurrying over and steadying him. "Are you alright ma'am?" "I'm really light headed and I haven't even had a drink," mumbled Nate as she held his arm. "Please tell me I'm dreaming Maxine." "You've got nothing in your stomach Miss Turner," said Maxine softly touching his back as he pushed at a wave in his hair watching it never waver for its shape. "That's why you're queasy and maybe you're not used to your hair so perfectly coiffed?" "Coiffed? You mean blonde!" said Nate standing straight and turning looking at the back. "How the hell could I be blonde?" "You were somewhat blonde when I met you ma'am and you turned out beautifully considering the amount of processing you did on one night. I love the color you picked even if it's a touch more ash than you might have expected as perms do tend to lighten your hair a few shades. It's very becoming on you ma'am," said Maxine comforting him. "I think it was a wonderful choice you made." "Choice? A perm? Please just leave me alone Maxine," said Nate closing his eyes. "I need another minute." "As you wish Miss Turner," said Maxine making a face and walking away. "Becoming! She said it was becoming on me!" mumbled Nate to himself twisting and looking at his reflection. "Becoming what?.... now that I've become something I had no clue I was becoming in the first place." "No I'd say becoming what you always should have been?" said Joe surprising him. "How about what you told all of us yesterday that you longed to be? An extremely feminine woman? That was your request? Your choice unless I misheard?" "Joe?" said Nate spinning around. "Everyone heard that my dear and it's not like you can deny saying it," said Joe twisting his neck. "In fact I think some of your shock maybe be that you turned out even more beautiful than you thought with the right assistance." "That was a misunderstanding Joe," whined Nate turning back looking at himself. "This all is!" "Is it?" questioned Joe. "I'm not denying I said that or something like it but that's not what I meant," grumbled Nate. "You misinterpreted." "No I didn't?" said Joe shaking his head. "And you shouldn't deny it at all. I won't let you because we can both see its right and you didn't seem to have a problem with it last night?" "I don't remember anything about last night," said Nate getting emotional. "I was drunk. Maybe you slipped me a Mickey!" "I slipped you nothing even though I probably could have," said Joe folding his arms insulted. "I'm a gentlemen and all I think happened is the alcohol brought out your true self." "My true self? This isn't my true self," sighed Nate flipping up his hands. "This is what my true self longed for not longed to become." "You sure?" said Joe tapping his foot. "Because I tend to differ with that my dear." "I'm not even sure what the hell is going on!" said Nate in frustration. "I'm not even sure how it got this far." "Let's calm done dear. That we'll discuss over lunch," said Joe. "Now come because we both know you could use a good meal and I doubt you'd want to walk home in a huff looking like you do." "Maybe I'll just stay here until I figure out how I'm getting out of all this?" said Nate. "Check out was eleven and I was only able to get them to extend an hour," said Joe taping his watch and turning it towards him. "You can see it's just about time my dear." "Housekeeping," said a woman's voice as he heard a large knock. "One second please," yelled Joe. "I wouldn't lie to you my darling so please let's just have a nice meal together." "You're a gentlemen right?" said Nate. "Yes my lady and if you think back to what you do remember even before you started drinking then you'll know that's the truth," said Joe. "Well I guess that part is true," said Nate thinking back to the early parts of the night at the bar. "Of course it is," said Joe extending his arm. "And hopefully after some time you'll remember some of last night's found moments so that you know all I'm saying is true. Now shall we?" "I'd rather we didn't but I guess we must," said Nate walking right past his arm. "You purse Miss Turner," said Maxine waiting by the door handing him his purse. "I've packed all your essentials." "I bet you have," said Nate walking right out the door.