Bridal Boy
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Bridal Reflection Part1 free porn video
I wish I could say that my story was a new one. That it brought some
kind of revelation to the things we dream or fantasize about. The soft
feel of lace or nylon touching our skin. The smoothness of a lipstick as
it brushes on our lips. But that isn't what this story is. This story is
a retelling of something that happened to me that I will never forget
and something that changed my life for the better in so many ways.
Let me rewind to about 10 years ago when I was about 22 or 23. I was
working in an office doing menial tasks getting my feet wet in the
business world. Living in a small apartment in town and basically
keeping to myself. Not many friends to speak of and not a lot of time to
socialize anyway so I wasn't too worried about it. My day consisted
primarily of filing this, fetching that, coffee runs and anything else
the more senior employees could dump on me but still I was happy in my
little corner of the universe. I was young and while thoughts of the
future played out in my head what happened that fateful week was never
even a blip on my radar.
Across the street from my office is a bridal salon, gowns, dresses,
accessories, hair and makeup the works. This of course is where the
beginning of my story comes in that this is not a new story. For reasons
at that moment unbeknownst to me it was always the high point of my day
walking past it. The clean white of the walls, the brightly lit displays
showing the newest styles of gowns with their long whimsical veils. Each
day I would walk past and revel in just how pretty it all was. The first
set of windows being dedicated to the gowns and then the next set of
windows was the salon where women would go for their fancy hair styles
or to get their makeup and nails done etc. I would see them scurrying in
and out in all states of readiness. Whether it was curlers in their hair
or perfect makeup and a pristine "do" it was always amusing to see them.
Each day it was always something interesting and I would slowly but
surely make my way down the block in awe as the transformations took
place. One afternoon as I was walking back from lunch in particular one
of the salon girls caught me looking and gave me a smile and a wave.
Being friendly I simply waved back and hurried on my way. In that moment
I questioned why I was embarrassed and why I had hurried on down the
block but once I got back to work the other employees had me so busy, I
really didn't have a chance to give it a second thought. When I got home
that night I thought about the momentary interaction and chalked it up
to simply being embarrassed about "invading" their space. This sanctuary
of femininity. Over the course of the next few days I decided to avoid
the bridal salon entirely and either take a different way or go to lunch
in another area as to avoid the windows that had previously drawn me in.
Then "it" happened. All it took was a simple tap of the shoulder for my
entire world to change I just hadn't known it at that time. As I was
standing in line waiting for my coffee, I felt the slightest of taps on
the shoulder and turned to see her standing there with a smile on her
face and a salon smock tied around her. She was beautiful. Maybe a
little older than me but still had a sweet young vibrancy about her.
Ruby lips and winged eyes behind those 50's style glasses that were in
style at the time.
She introduced herself as Mary and said she had seen me looking in the
windows but hadn't seen me in a little while. I tried to play it off
that I had just been bombarded with work and while she seemed to take
the lie in stride, she had this all too knowing look on her face the
entire time I spoke to her. We traded back stories and pleasantries and
then she came out and asked if I would like a tour of the shop. They had
closed early that day and she had nothing else to do and wouldn't mind
showing me around. I stammered for a moment an excuse about having to
get back to work and couldn't possibly since it was a woman's store etc.
Mary then got in real close to me and whispered in my ear something that
I can still hear in my head to this day. "Come on you know you want to;
it will be our secret and besides I love boys like you, you're going to
look amazing."
At the time I had no idea what that meant but at her instruction I
called work and told them I was taking the rest of the day. As we left
the coffee shop, I could feel my stomach turning and churning with each
moment. My anxiety almost hitting a fever pitch as we approached the
seemingly massive locked door of the salon. Did it get bigger or did I
just feel ridiculously small compared to the situation?
Mary produced her key and we went inside. As she began turning lights on
all of the dresses and gowns seemed to sparkle as the light hit them.
Rows and rows of satin, lace, sequins, beading and more laid in front of
me as Mary simply sat back and watched as I took it all in.
"Come to the salon side," she said and grabbed my hand as she pulled me
into the salon. As I walked around the salon with all of its chairs and
mirrors, various tools of the trade, etc. Mary disappeared in the back
and came back with a blush pink salon gown, handed it to me and said,
"Put this on."
Again, I stammered like before and said I don't think it would be right
considering I was a guy, and this wasn't the place for me etc. Mary
finally losing her patience got stern with me and said, "Listen, I have
watched you outside the windows for the past few weeks watching us in
here. Now either you put this on and get in the chair or I call your
office and tell them we have a peeping tom on our hands, and you are
some kind of pervert." I was stunned into silence and a cold sweat began
to form from the fear. I took the salon gown and began to put it on over
my guy clothes and Mary giggled and said, "No silly go in the dressing
room and take off your clothes and put this on over your boxers."
Luckily at that time Mary's demeanor softened as I did as I was told.
Once I got the gown on, I felt ridiculous but couldn't help noticing the
tent beginning to rise in the front. I wished it away, but it just
wouldn't cooperate, so I clasped my hands over my "area" and walked out
to the salon chair where Mary was waiting for me. If she noticed my
"predicament" she didn't let on and ushered me to sit down. "Now what
should we do today" she said as she began to untie my hair from its
normal low masculine pony tail. I kept my hair long, past my shoulders a
ways and always neat and tidy in its pony tail rubber band. I thought at
the time it made me look more masculine and to be honest it was easier
than having to go and get it cut every so often with how busy I was with
work.
As she began combing her fingers through my hair she smiled and said she
had an idea and I just had to go with her with it. I wasn't really too
sure what I was in for, but I will admit to being wildly turned on from
her touching my hair. She walked away for a moment and I thought that I
should run and just get out however I could. But the issue of the salon
gown and not knowing where my normal clothes were prevented this as I
didn't want to run in the street essentially naked. Mary returned with a
cart filled with rollers and pins and clips and all sorts of hair
accessories but one in particular caught my attention. It was a large
claw clip of beads and crystals that looked as though it would wind
through a person's hair.
As my eyes got wide Mary got down right next to me and whispered in my
ear again. "You're going to look so pretty princess I have such plans
for you" and her hand began to rub my leg and make its way up. When her
hand reached my inner thigh and then even higher up, she didn't even try
to hide what she was reaching for. She simply reached into my boxers and
wrapped her hand around my aching cock and smiled. "Well she is
definitely enjoying this isn't she?" Why was I so hard? Why was I
seemingly enjoying this so much? I was a guy, right? I was supposed to
hate this. But I couldn't bring myself to protest. As she continued her
ministrations slowly up and down up and down, she simply stopped looked
at me kissed me on the cheek and said she had work to do and to "buckle
up."
The next steps while seemingly a blur, are etched into my mind detail by
detail. Mary began slowly sectioning off my hair and rolling it on the
first roller. It was a sight I had seen many times before on the women
in the shop, but I couldn't believe I was looking at myself in the
mirror. It was tight and I could feel the pin touching my scalp. Section
after section began to get wound up in curlers and I could feel the
tightness spreading. My erection was more than evident, and I could feel
myself getting harder and harder if it was possible as each curler was
sectioned into place like neat little soldiers. Large ones, medium ones
and small ones all placed perfectly. I couldn't help but love the
feeling of constant tightness as I felt each curler where it was on my
head and the pin that rested against my scalp securing it in place. It
felt so utterly feminine.
Mary then said that we would take a break for a minute and for me to
stay where I was to let my hair "set." At this point I was glued to my
seat and was terrified to even move not that I even wanted to in that
moment. I was transfixed by what I saw staring back at me in the mirror.
The curlers and their tightness had the added effect of pulling my
eyebrows up ever so slightly feminizing my face in the smallest of ways.
But it made a big difference. All of a sudden there was the tell-tale
flash of a camera and I knew I was stuck as Mary told me to say cheese
and strike a pose etc. I was not happy about this new turn of events at
all and it was evident on my face and once again Mary told me that she
now had photos of me done up as her sissy bride and to smile otherwise
things could go from pleasant to not so pleasant. I smiled for her and
she went into the back again to put the camera away behind a locked door
to which only she had the key.
Upon returning back to her station and of course me sitting in her chair
she smiled at me in the mirror and said time for phase 2! I couldn't
begin to imagine what phase 2 was going to be but I knew I was about to
find out. First was foundation, next came blush and an assortment of
other cosmetics. Everything from eye shadow, eye liner, multiple coats
of mascara, blush, and of course a ruby red lipstick to match Mary's
own. I remember feeling the mascara wand drag through my eyelashes over
and over and seeing them stretch longer and fuller than before. The
feeling of the blush brush as soft as the softest fleece blanket softly
touch my face as she spread the rouge over my "high cheekbones" as she
put it. Lastly was the lipstick. She seemed to make a show of this
slowly turning the tube in front of me. It was by some famous person Kat
von D who had briefly heard of because of TV.
Mary began to get very close and I thought she was going to put it on me
right there but that would have been too easy. My torture had to be
complete and Mary simply go on top of me straddling me and leaning
close, so her face was close to mine. She brought the tube up to my lips
and began to press. As she began to brush it on, I could hear her breath
starting to quicken and I could swear I felt her shudder a little. Once
my lipstick was applied, I couldn't believe I was calling it my lipstick
without warning she kissed me long and hard probing my mouth with her
tongue. After a moment she stopped and recomposed herself. Mary then
climbed off of me grabbed a makeup wipe and cleaned off my lips which
were smeared with the red color I was just wearing and proceeded to
reapply. Mary then made sure I was facing the mirror as she fussed with
the curlers and touched up her handiwork. I watched as I went from my
masculine self to a downright pretty girl. I wasn't about to win Miss
America by any means but to a passerby I would pass inspection on a
cursory glance. I was feminized and dear reader I wish I could say I was
repulsed. I wish I could say I was horrified but in truth I loved it. In
loving it I was even more embarrassed which turned me on even more. Mary
of course noticed this and gave my penis a tap saying, "Not yet little
girl you will get some attention later if you keep behaving."
Apparently, it was now time to get dressed and Mary began to say things
like "foundation garments" etc. I really wasn't paying attention as I
was still staring at myself in the mirror wondering why this was
happening or more importantly why I wasn't stopping it. What was making
me love every moment of this utterly feminine experience? The hair, the
makeup, and now getting dressed? What had Mary seen when she saw me
looking through the windows? What made her choose to do this to me? So
many questions were swirling in my head as Mary simply came up behind me
again and tapped me to rouse me out of my reverie. I caught another
glimpse of myself in the mirror, my hair up in those rollers, my face
made up like a perfect bride about to walk down the aisle. What was
coming next?
Should I continue with a part 2? I have a few more ideas the kind of fun
and trouble our characters can get into if you want.
Email me at [email protected] to continue or for comments ideas
and of course fun!
Sherry
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