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Maid for Each Other By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Two "Wake up, Jamie," said Tony, shaking him awake. "Oh?" said Jamie, cracking open his eyes. "Sure. What time is it?" "8am and breakfast will be on the table in five minutes," said Tony. "Go take care of your morning business and I'll meet you in the kitchen." Jamie wandered into the bathroom, emptying his bladder and then brushing his teeth. He took a minute washing his face pretty well and then brushing his hair back off his face into his typical low pony. He stared at himself in Carrie's flannel pajamas with her little ankle socks on his feet feeling warm as he headed downstairs, having had a good night's sleep. As he walked into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks, seeing Tony standing with a middle aged woman. "Oh, good morning," said Jamie as his eyes bulged, mortified that a woman was seeing him like this. "Don't be startled, Jamie," said Tony, sitting at the table sipping coffee. "This is only my big sister, Lillian. She's Carly's mother. You know, the mother of the bride today." "Nice to meet you, and don't feel uncomfortable," said Lillian, reaching out her hand. "I know all about what happened to you yesterday, and I'm so glad you're ok!" "Oh," said Jamie, a bit red in the cheeks, walking over and shaking hands. "Thank you." "You're welcome and sit Jamie," said Lillian. "Your breakfast is getting cold, and you need to keep your strength up." "Thank you, but I'm feeling so much better thanks to your brother," said Jamie, sitting and sipping his coffee. "Don't just thank me. My sister is a nurse and talked me through everything I needed to do for you," said Tony. "I don't know what we would have done without her." "See honey, my brother acts tough but really he's a softie," smiled Lillian. "Honestly though, he's got tons of training, so I think you would have been fine but of course it never hurts to have the right professional advice in the family you can lean on." "Your brother is amazing, but I'm also so thankful then for whatever you did Lillian," replied Jamie, after taking a bite of his eggs. "In fact, I've told Tony this already, but I can't thank either of you enough." "We due truly appreciate that, Jamie," said Lillian. "But could you do me a favor, darling?" "Oh sure," said Jamie. "Anything?" "Stand up, dear," said Lillian, tapping her chin. "Stand up?" asked Jamie. "Yes, please," said Lillian. "Just for a second, and let me get a better look at you." "Oh? Sure?" said Jamie, standing up and feeling uncomfortable. "But you know Carrie has my clothes, so this was all that was here that fit me. I don't really normally dress like this?" "Or get such wonderful manicures, do you?" said Lillian, standing up and lifting his hands. "No, and it's a long story, but these were supposed to be off yesterday," said Jamie, breaking eye contact and trying to explain. "You see Carrie had to leave early, and then Tony took me out fishing so they were just under my gloves. Well then with everything else I didn't get to soak them off like we planned and I was going to do that this morning." "Don't worry I get it, and I know you dressed up for a party," smiled Lillian. "I'm not some old prude that's clueless to what you younger people enjoy these days, so it's fine. I just had my nails done yesterday for the wedding, and wish my nails looked that good. You'll have to hook me up with that nail salon in the future." "Oh it was way back home, and I think your nails look very nice, Lillian," said Jamie, embarrassed as she held them out for him to see. "Carrie's the one that knows all these places, so I'm sure if you ever come to visit, she can hook you up." "Oh I'll definitely ask her about it and I just chatted with her anyway," said Lillian, sitting down herself now. "You can sit back down dear, and I don't think I need any more convincing, brother." "I didn't think you would," said Tony. "With the right people involved, he'll be fine and even without them, from what I've seen firsthand, I still think he will." "Well the right people will be involved," said Lillian, thinking. "It's just we've got little time for alteration, so let's hope Carrie is right about sizing." "And what exactly are we talking about here?" asked Jamie as his ears perked up. "What's this about Carrie and sizing?" "We're talking about you being willing to do anything after what we did for you yesterday," said Lillian, sipping her coffee. "You see we're basically out of time since my daughter's wedding is in six hours, and I need a girl that will fit the dress with little fuss. You see I'm short one bridesmaid now that it doesn't appear Carrie will get here in time, and these dresses are made to order, so I need a girl that's going to fit the floor model in the dress shop." "Wait, you're not asking me?" gulped Jamie. "And why won't she be here? Is she ok? She's always on time, and she was leaving in the middle of the night to drive back?" "She's fine and gave herself two extra hours with the bad weather, planning to be here in time to get her hair and makeup done with the other bridesmaids, but the huge storm that hit has ruined her plans," said Lillian. "Don't worry though she's fine, but there was a huge pile up on the interstate after an avalanche hit, so traffic is piled up for miles," said Tony. "She's been trying to get off and get to back roads, but no one can move until they clear it, so without a miracle she's not getting here in time." "Oh my gawwwd!" said Jamie, standing up in a panic. "You're asking me to take her place! Dress as a girl and show up as a bridesmaid!? In front of your entire family? In front of a lot of the same people that will be at my wedding next year? Be a girl in front of my entire future family." "Don't worry, we don't have to invite most of them," laughed Tony. "But yeah. I'm cashing in my favor, and you know I'm old fashioned, so I haven't actually given you my blessing to marry my little girl, have I?" "Well no, but I didn't know we were in the 1950s, and that I needed it?" moaned Jamie. "But this is some favor you're asking?" "I know, so then I won't ask," said Tony, holding up his hand halting the conversation. "Maybe we were just too presumptuous, and I apologize. Go break the news to Carly she'll be short a bridesmaid, sis." "Oh gawwwddd! This is all she needs. Another excuse to try and back out, but I will and thank you for at least considering it, honey," said Lillian, smacking her head. "The girl is a wreck about this wedding as it is, so this is should be interesting. We've been barely holding this thing together as it is with he,r and let's hope the freaking avalanche hasn't caused an emotional avalanche that with her could be catastrophic." "Wait," said Jamie, taking a breath. "Carrie told me what a nervous bride she was even before all this, and it's all she's talked about. I can only imagine the stress of the day, and now she's had to move it up being pregnant, so I understand she'll flip if anything upsets it." "So you'll do it?" said Lillian. "Admittedly I know I make a decent girl if I'm put together right, and I can't have this on my conscious if it falls apart, but isn't there anyone else that will fit in the dress?" said Jamie. "Another one of her friends or something?" "Honey, the dress in the window of the boutique where we got them is exactly the same as what we ordered, but it's a junior bridesmaid dress," said Lillian. "Basically it's a sample that sits on display and was meant for a girl that's maybe a teen with little boobs and no real curves yet. We've already got a flower girl and an actual junior bridesmaid, so no one else is going to fit in that dress. Heck I don't even know if you're going to fit in that dress, but shinny as you are and with a tuck here and a pinch there maybe.. just maybe we can squeeze you in it based on what sizes Carrie says she's cinched you into." "How much has she told you about stuff like that?" asked Jamie, mortified. "Not a lot, and it won't leave this room," said Lillian. "Just that she corseted you for a party recently and got you into a size 2 leather dress. Those dresses do not give much, and neither do these bridesmaid dresses, so if you're willing to give this a try, I'd take you down there to we can see if we can make this work. Worst case it doesn't fit then I'll need to go break the news to my daughter about Carrie and no one would have to be the wiser that we gave this a try." "Well I let your daughter dress me up a few times for fun, so I guess if I need to do it for the people that saved me from drowning and hypothermia, then how could I not?" gulped Jamie, looking down and nodding his head. "But if I do fit this, can you at least try to have them make me up so that no one would know who I am when they see me at my own wedding next year?" "Absolutely!" said Lillian, tapping her lip and thinking. "Now don't you stress over it! With the skills these stylists have that we use, I'm sure that we can do easily!" "Easily?" asked Jamie. "Well easily, meaning with some work involved," thought Lillian, scraping the pancakes off his plate. "Now finish your eggs and have some fruit instead of pancakes with syrup while I go find you something to wear to the dress shop." "Ok," nodded Jamie. Back she came in a few minutes with a pair of Carrie's leggings, a bra and a sweater. If it wasn't bad enough that Tony had stripped him down and seen him completely naked, this would be weirder, as this time he was conscious. As she asked, he stripped off his pajamas and down to just the basic white cotton panties as she took a moment, evaluating his thin frame. She held open the bra as inside went his arms before she hooked it in the back and then slid his arms inside a long sleeved red top. She held open some stretchy black leggings and then he stepped in as she pulled them up before snapping the waistband. She took a moment evaluating her choices, but seemingly wasn't happy running back into the bedroom. Back she came again with two more tops, pulling off one and then another until finally over his head went a fuzzy white Cashmere sweater. "Well that should be long enough to hide the little bump until we need to deal with that later," said Lillian, circling him and then leaning down, measuring his feet against one of Carrie's uggs. "But what are we doing for shoes here? He might be even too skinny for her clothe, but I don't think I can crunch his toes into her boots." "Can't he just wear his heels with that?" said Tony. "Don't you ladies always wear those fuck me pumps with your tight pants all the time?" "Don't mind him. It's been too many years since his wife's been gone, and she used to wear heels with her outfits all the time," said Lillian, rolling her eyes. "But that's not the solution. Your wife had even smaller feet than your daughter, and even if you have any of your wife's shoes still around, no shot those would fit." "It's ok. I know what he meant," said Jamie, shaking his head. "He's talking out the pumps I wore with my costume and last night. I guess I can wear those with jeans, right?" "Perfect," said Lillian. "Let's get them on and get going. We've not a minute to waste." Out the door went Jamie with Tony's sister as she drove him into town and then they pulled up at the curb across from the bridal boutique. It was quiet with none of the stores around it open yet on a Sunday morning, and the lights in the store weren't even on yet. He sat feeling himself begin to perspire, even with the frigid temperature outside as Lillian checked her phone and then as she looked up, someone arrived, unlocking the boutique. "Oh, fantastic!" said Lillian, reaching over and squeezing his hand. "I was worried he'd take his sweet ass time getting here, but come on! Fingers crossed!" As she let get, she opened the door of her car as they got out and then walked across to the boutique. The jingling of the bells on the door frames sounded their arrival as the lights were being flicked on as they came in. "Well at least someone from your family is prompt this morning on this glorious day," said a man, coming out from the back room. "Lock the door, Lillian, and let's see if we can pull off another wedding miracle." "I can't thank you enough Claude for opening up for us, and believe me, my niece wanted to be here for the wedding. She did not expect to be stuck on her way back, and I felt terrible waking you up," said Lillian, locking the door and then hurrying over and air kissing each one of his cheeks. "But if anyone can pull off something like this, it's you darling." "Well, we'll see darling," replied Claude, air kissing her back and then looking at Jamie, making a face. "I'm not Houdini you know. I dress women, I don't saw them in half so let's hope we don't need to to get this one in that dress." "But you will if you have to though right?" joked Lillian, flicking her wrist. "And if not, don't worry I'll do the sawing. It would be less painful then dealing with my daughter today." "I'm sure," laughed Claude, opening a drawer and waving his finger at Jamie. "Up on the block please honey, and what do think your natural waistline is?" "Twenty eight I think?" said Jamie, stepping onto the slightly elevated platform. "That's what size jeans I buy." "Close," nodded Claude, pulling a cloth tape around his waist over his sweater. "But hands up please dear, and let's get everything off, as this won't be easy, girl." "Ok," said Jamie as Claude pulled his sweater right over his head. "Everything, and you know I'm really not a?" "Almost everything doll, and if you really were we'd have no shot, girl," said Claude, unbuckling his bra and then looking over at Lillian. "You think you can run down to Starbucks please, Lillian." "Of course," nodded Lillian as Claude tossed away the bra. "You sure you're fine without me here." "She's skinny, but I'm going to still need to muscle up so I could use the boast!" laughed Claude, squeezing Jamie's chest and pushing at his flesh. "Now down to just your panties for now is fine Jamie, and don't worry about being shy." "Like any humility I ever had this weekend would be even possible anymore," gulped Jamie as Claude was measuring his chest. "Honey, relax!" said Claude, softly massaging his shoulders. "I've seen it all, dressed more than my share like you over the years, and did you expect me to just slip a dress I'm not sure if we can even get you in over your pants?" "Well, no?" smirked Jamie as it was happening so fast as he held Claude's shoulder, stepping out of his shoes and then down came his leggings. "See, there you go dear!" said Claude, measuring his hips. "Was that a smile I saw?" "Maybe?" Jamie replied as Claude now took a smelly wipe, cleaning his chest. "I guess I better smile if I have any chance of pulling this off." "Now that's the right attitude," joked Claude, walking over and opening a drawer, taking out a white corset and then shaking a few pills in his hand. "So I'll remind you to smile in a few minutes again when I'm done lacing you up, and take a few Advil, darling." "Oh," nodded Jamie, taking the pills, tossing them in his mouth as he handed him some water. "Thanks, and I've kind of had this done a few times before too." "So I've heard, but not like this I'm guessing," grinned Claude, spinning Jamie' long hair around with his fingers before clipping it atop his head and then looping the corset around his waist. "And what size was your costume Friday night? I loved you in it, and you are lucky to be so rail thin, but from what I could see I don't think you were cinched in that?" "Like a medium or a maybe a small?" said Jamie, turning red as he began fastening it up the back. "You saw a picture of me?" "Well yes. Carrie texted me a few shots, but I instantly remembered you," said Claude, slightly tightening the laces. "I love that party." "You were there?" said Jamie as Claude slid his fingers inside the corset, lifting his breast tissue on the left, inserting a silicon insert. "Yes," replied Claude before whispering in his ear as inside the corset went the right silicon insert as he yanked up his breast tissue again. "I was in the silver leather bustier, and had on a pink page boy wig." "That was you?" gulped Jamie as the corset began getting tighter now. "You... you..." "You... breathe in Mademoiselle Brigitte, and hold it," said Claude, softly touching his ass and then giving it a little slap. "Now just do as you're told, and don't say a word about any of that when she returns, since Lillian has enough stress on her back and is not a participant at such fun filled, very discrete events." "Oh gawwwddd," Jamie stuttered a bit, stunned and frightened before the laces began really tightening near the bottom before a different type of feeling began to come over him. "Ouuccchhhh!! Oh gawwwddd! My stomach!" "Don't be so soft, and we're getting there," smiled Claude, taking the tape around his waist again. "Apparently Madam Car-rie has been too easy on you during your training." "I've had no training!" moaned Jamie as Claude reached in, pulling out the inserts and then spraying the back of them as he took them out. "What training?" "You sure?" said Claude, lifting his small breast tissue more forcefully now and putting the inserts back in. "You walk so gracefully in heels, and you've already got excellent posture. I notice these things, Jamie." "Of course I'm sure, and she just likes dressing us for parties," said Jamie, looking down and seeing how they pushed up his chest now. "And why is that so sticky?" "So you don't pop them in your dress," said Claude, spinning his shoulders and yanking on the laces up near the top now. "Would you prefer the embarrassment?" "Please no," said Jamie, not liking the sound of that. "I want as little attention on me as possible." "Trust me I'm sure Carrie would prefer them bigger, but I'll be lucky to get these in that little dress," said Claude spinning his shoulders and yanking on the laces in the middle. "There's little I can do to not make you a skinny bitch anyway, so up top you'll be nothing to brag about. Now put your hands out then breath in again and hold it." "Oh my gawwddd, Claude!" moaned Jamie as he yanked at the top again. "My ribs!" "So delicate," said Claude, shaking his head. "I will have to talk to her about your future training." "Please! There is no training," moaned Claude. "She hasn't been training me for anything?" "Of course she has, and you make such a good little maid," replied Claude, taking out the tape and measuring. "Now breathe in again, and don't cheat this time." "That was my first time as a French maid, and I didn't cheat," moaned Jamie as again he yanked some laces. "Of course you did, and if you don't now we'll be almost done," said Claude, measuring him again. "Now fucking do it and I'll give you something else to help take the edge off if you do as I ask." Jamie sucked in as hard as he could now as Claude put his one foot against the back of Jamie's spine and pulled with all his might. It was like every last ounce of air had been sucked from his lungs as the corset grew tighter. When finally Claude tied it off, his eyes were spinning in the back of his head as the tape went around him one more time. "Twenty three and a half! Finally!" smiled Claude, pulling away the tape. "Well let's hope your dress doesn't run small, because if it's true to size, I think we just might have it." "Oh please, I hope so and shouldn't you have checked that already?" Sighed Jamie. "And if not I'm done. I can't do this "I hate the word can't but let's hope you do not mean won't, because I hate quitters and of course I know how how every dress I sell is cut, but it's not a perfect science, honey," said Claude, walking away and opening a drawer and then coming towards Jamie with his hand out. "Swallow these Jamie, and then I'll finish my job before we try your dress on. The Advil should kick in soon to take away a bit of the sting, but this will help relax you." Jamie opened and swallowed before Claude bent down, pulling off his panties. He was almost afraid to look, feeling Claude manipulate him down before yanking him back and then something began wedging between his butt cheeks before Claude stood up. He walked over to his window, taking the bridesmaid dress from the mannequin and then walking towards Jamie. "Ok just stand there and I'll do the work!" said Claude, unzipping it. "All you have to do is step in gingerly and do not move a muscle once you do." As he held it open near the floor, he stepped in ever so delicately like he was walking on egg shells and then slowly he brought it up his legs. It easily got past his curve-less hips before he placed the fit at his waist line and then snugged his little boobs inside the corset's bustier and then inched the zipper up his back. It would take a touch of manipulation to get the fit right and zipped at the most narrow section across his lower back. Small advancements of the zipper an inch at a time though would soon close in his midsection and then once it progressed to his rib cage, he was enclosed in the satin garment. He was afraid to move as Claude turned him by the waist to the right and then the left, checking the seams for strain. He took a pair of very high white pumps from a shelf, helping Jamie inside them and then pulled the clip from his hair, arranging it on one shoulder. "Hold these with both hands and walk across the room, Jamie," said Claude, inspecting him and handing him a silk bouquet. "Spin and then walk a straight line back to me." "Ok," said Jamie, turning and taking a step. He was in a strapless baby blue satin bridesmaid gown that had a slit on the left and fit like a glove. On top, a hint of small cleavage would be on display in the rounded cup design, and his shoulder blades would be on display as the dress cut straight across beneath them, covering the rest of his tightly corseted back and midsection. To the other side of the room he walked, staring at his newly created hour glass figure, looking quite feminine even without any makeup on with his hair all side loosely on his left shoulder. As he turned back towards Claude, the jingling on the door distracted both of them as they looked up, seeing Lillian coming in. "Damn you're good, Claude," said Lillian, staring while holding two coffees. "It fits, and you've got it on him that easily?" "Easily?" said Jamie, looking down at himself. "Again with that?" "Never a doubt," said Claude, flicking his wrist and kneeling, taking a measurement at the bottom of the dress. "I'll dye his shoes, need to take the length down a few inches and make a few last second alterations while you go across to get her hair and makeup done. Stop back when he's done and then we'll have your bridesmaid right on her way, with time to spare." "You're the best," said Lillian, walking over handing him his coffee. "Of course I am," said Claude, taking a sip and then putting it down. "And that's why you're here. Now let's get you out of this, our soon to be gorgeous bridesmaid." Jamie swallowed hard as Claude clipped his hair back up away from the zipper, cautiously helping him out of his dress and then back into his clothing. There would no longer be any worries about hiding his bump or wearing a padded bra, as he could barely move, being tightly corseted. With the clip being dropped from his hair again, it fell down atop his shoulders as she helped him on with his coat as he was now again just a boy with long hair in girls' clothes without a stitch of makeup on. That though would change instantly as he followed Lillian outside and down the block to a posh salon, as the second he got there, they were already waiting for him. "Lillian," yelled a girl, running over to her as they came and hugging her. "Big day! It's so exciting!" "Yes it is, and we're pulling out all the stops," said Lillian, pointing towards Jamie. "And here she is! The last stop!" "But didn't you say not to stop at anything when it came to this one?" winked the girl, walking over and touching Jamie's hair. "Like I could at this point," laughed Lillian. "My daughter gets married in four hours, so you got three and a half to get me ready plus her, beside the rest of the wedding party!" "Won't need it, and I already have two stylists on their way to the bridal suite," laughed the girl, tapping his elbow. "Come Jamie. I'm Sophie, and we've got big plans for your makeover! Excited?" "Not sure that's the right word?" swallowed Jamie. "Well, don't be nervous, but I was told you wanted a new look for the wedding," Sophie told him. "Isn't that what we're after here this morning on the big day?" "Kind of, yes?" said Jamie. "Honestly something different than the way I'll be looking next year when I get married is the idea, if that makes any sense to you or could be done? Really I'm doing this to fill in and help Lillian as you know, but hoping you could pull off making me look well?.... a little less like me?" "Loving the challenge, girl!" said Sophie, looking him over. "But that stuff I do all the time! We got this!" "Then let's get to it, since I'm already getting worried about time," said Lillian, looking at her watch. "Yup, but don't worry, she'll be joining the other bridesmaids over at the ceremony with her makeup done in plenty of time," nodded Sophie. "Now let's go quickly and plan this out!" Back she took him to her chair as Lillian sat down in the chair across from him as Sophie began playing with his hair. Up and down she put it, debating ideas with Lillian as it was dizzying just listening to the banter. Eventually after being shown some ideas in a few bridal books, they settled on something and then Sophie brought Jamie back a chair near a sink, wrapping a cape around him. When his chair went back, a younger girl took over washing and conditioning until finally he was asked to stand up with his head soaked and wet, with a towel just sitting on it loosely. He looked across the room, seeing Lillian having her makeup done by another girl as Sophie came over and pulled his hair off his shoulders in front, squeezing it with the towel. "We're going to start your hair first, honey," said Sophie, turning him back towards the sink. "Turn for me for a second." "Sure," said Jamie as she began brushing through his hair as he oddly stared at the wall and then she began parting his hair down the middle. "Just stand tall a minute Jamie, then you can sit back down and your colorist will be right over," said Sophie, pulling his head back a little, combing his soaked hair all the way down his back. "I think this is going to take a little time, but I think it'll be stunning on you." "Colorist," Jamie asked as he could feel her stretching it outward slightly off his back and then she began shearing. "Oh gawwdd." "Don't be nervous sweetie, and you can sit back down now," said Sophie, patting his arm. "I'll finish the rest after your toning, and we'll get a makeup girl here while you're processing. See you in a bit." It was quick and simple as he looked over concerned, seeing a clump of long strands hanging off the edge of the vanity. He strained his neck, trying to see but was impossible to tell how much had been snipped off or even if this clump of wet hair was his. He sat now as an older woman came over in gloves and then just that fast saturated his head in chemicals. He already knew his request to be as unrecognizable as possible to his future family was moving ahead full steam, yet seemingly interwoven with Lillian's desire for her daughter's wedding to be perfect, as all he could do was sit and allow his follicles to be altered. He sat for about twenty minutes, rotating between staring up at the ceiling and even worse closing his eyes, wondering what he had got himself into. The hustle and bustle of the busy salon surrounded him, yet never touched him directly as he sat quietly pondering his issue until finally a new woman rolled up a chair. "I'm going to start the prep for your makeup, honey," said the woman. "Eyes closed please, and there will of course be some minor discomfort with these procedures." As he closed his eyes, it didn't take long to realize what she was up to, as he felt her begin to define his brows. A quick peak here and there would instantly confirm his anxiety, as he saw the threads in her hands and the sharp pinches of hair being plucked away would soon begin. Ten minutes of minor torture would soon be the least of his worries, as he felt something pierce through his lip. His eyes popped open, seeing a small syringe pulled from his lip and then watched another dip towards his face. He hardly expected he'd be getting a series of injections into his lips, but it was already way too late to object as she gently massaged his swollen lips. Back on went the water rinsing his hair as again they conditioning his locks. When she sat him up and then wrapped his head in a towel, he was brought back to a chair and then joined by a woman covered in colorful tattoos. Up she cranked his chair as he caught a glimpse of his hair with its pigmentation gone, as suddenly he understood it had been bleached to a base white. It was like he was staring at his grandmother with a fat lip for just an instant until she spun his chair and began sectioning. Clip after clip would now be sliding through his scalp as she combed and divided, but he'd gotten highlights before, so he knew the drill. Another girl joined her now, handing her a foil as the woman dipped her brush in a bowl and began painting. It was almost dizzying as every stand would be coated now as this would be more complex than a minor frosting, as foils were being folded at a swift pace. When finally she moved away, he stood, following her on command with an uncountable number of flat, folded over foils. The mere sight of his head, unrecognizable in aluminum, would be scary, yet unfortunately exactly what he unknowingly asked for as she led him to chair, dropping a bonnet dryer over his head. When the hot air came on, she handed him a few magazines and then there he was paging through Modern Bride and then Glamour. Two gossip rags would finally occupy his remaining time until eventually the timer would turn off the heat. Back came a different girl for him again, as over to a highly lit makeup chair he went, sitting down in an elevated chair. Just climbing into it in stilettos or getting comfortable sitting in the flimsy fabric cinched by itself would present a minor challenge, but quickly that would be mute as the airbrush came on. It felt soft and airy as opposed to the prickly plucking and injected jabs, as finally this would at least be comforting in a not so sturdy chair. Soft applicators and delicate brushes were already things he was used to, so having his makeup done professionally really wasn't so bad. The expanded palette and sheer amount of cosmetic products she used though would be quite different, yet liners and glued on lashes would be par for the course. In the end, having his lips lined and painted delivered a much more sensitive feeling than what he was used to, until finally she was setting his face with a misting spray. There would be no longer be any worries about anyone detecting a man in Carrie's clothes, as he knew whenever he'd been in even the slightest make up, he passed easily. Even without his face done at all today, no one thought thought any differently, as back to the sink he was taken to have his foils removed. With his head back in the sink, out came each foil and on went the water, rinsing away the excess dye. When finally the conditioning treatment was over and they wrapped his head in a towel, he was about to be introduced to the bridesmaid he agreed to become. "So here you are finally, young lady," said Sophie excitedly as he sat down. "Your makeup looks beautiful." "Thanks," Jamie blushed as she began towel drying his head. "Ok so I'm going to finish the cut and then blow it out so you can see how gorgeous the whole thing will look on you," said Sophie, tossing away the towel and spinning his chair away from the mirror. "Once we get it perfect, then we'll add some curls and put it up for the wedding, but I want you to see the new you first, ok?" "Be gentle," Jamie pleaded as she was combing it away from his face with the scissor in the other hand. "It looked like you might have trimmed off a good chunk already if that's what I saw on the vanity earlier." "That was the idea, and relax honey, you are going to be stunning in this," said Sophie, unbuttoning his cape and then tucking the collar inside his sweater, pulling open the neck a little. "Not that you didn't look pretty before from what I've seen, but trust me, sometimes taking a few inches can take a few years right off you, honey." "A few I can deal with, and what I wouldn't give to be twenty five again," smiled Jamie as she stretched and trimmed on the right. "Wouldn't we all," laughed Sophie, combing a lot of his hair into his face before sliding over to the left now and trimming. "And I don't know if eight to ten I took will get you back as many years, but I guess we'll see when I'm done." "You cut my hair that short?" gulped Jamie, popping open his eyes and looking through a sea of wet hair. "Not really, but Lillian thought you should be more age appropriate, but I thought just because you're thirty three and the oldest bridesmaid, that doesn't mean you should look like someone's mother," joked Sophie, brushing through the front. "Sometimes she gets a little stubborn, but it's her daughter's wedding, so she's a little stressed out." "Oh I can understand that," nodded Jamie, feeling better as she lifted his chin. "Then I feel better that it's not that short." "Be patient sweetie, it's a makeover, and stretch your neck tall and hold it please," laughed Sophie, straightening his face, pulling out the collar and trimming in front near his left collar bone. "Of course it's shorter, but bobs like this are still pretty long and all the rage for a woman your age." "Bobs?" Jamie asked as she repeated this near the right collar bone. "Well it's more a lob which you are going to love," said Sophie, stretching his hair in front. "Now be still so I can get your side bangs just right." "Side bangs," Jamie questioned as she combed across now in front. To his lips she stretched his hair in front before shearing right across his mouth and then brushing them to the side. On went her blow dryer now as his heart sunk in his chest and then a minute or so later, she moved out of his line of sight. He looked straight ahead into the mirror as she brushed his hair from behind, and there staring back at him was a golden blonde with platinum highlights. She slid her flat iron through the shorter left parted side and then swept his hair across his forehead with her fingers. The vision of a few strokes of the iron now on the right would be disrupted by her walking in front of him as she glided it through his new long side bangs and then as she moved out of the way, he had a new look he'd have to accept. Being heavily made up he could deal with as she pulled off his cape, but having a long blonde bob sitting just on his shoulder would be quite the shock to his system. With her fingers, she straightened his face before pushing his sweater away from his neck again and trimmed the ends of his new length even further just off his collar bone. Back forth she went to each side, catching the minute trimmings in the palm of her hand until finally she was satisfied with the length. Again she stretched the long side bang, taking it down another inch or so until finally it blended exactly how she wanted it, away from his part. "That's just beautiful on you, and trust me, you really can go shorter if you want later," said Sophie from behind him, patting his hair and running her fingers through it. "You look like a celebrity in this cut and color." "Oh gawwdd," Shivered Jamie, watching his cut slide right back in place. "I am so doomed when Carrie sees me with this." "Doomed to more time as a cute French maid," whispered Sophie. "Like that would be a problem?" "You know about that?" gulped Jamie. "Well yeah. Claude told me about that and sent me the pictures, so I could plan ahead before you got here. Don't worry, I'm your hairdresser, so your secret is safe with me, and trust me, I did plenty of interesting things on girls for that party that I can't talk about," winked Sophie. "But honestly this cut and color will go so much better than what you did with your hair last time, so next time you wear it you'll turn even more heads." "That's what I'm afraid of," said Jamie miffed. "And I'm afraid all that fetish and fantasy stuff will have to wait, my beauty," laughed Sophie, as she began bushing his loose hair off his shoulders. "Wedding hair time, so sit tight while I curl it, pin it up and then you can head over there." He sat now with only his side bangs hanging across his forehead as she brushed the rest back and then began twisting up small sections with her curling iron. It was tough to see as she worked in the back, but each time she'd unwind one, she seemed to be pinning it to his head. Instead he stared at his face, thinking he was even more unrecognizable to even himself than he could have anticipated, yet this was what he had asked for. He sat staring at his blue eyes framed by illustrious full lashes inside thin, cat like liner with a dark outer crease. Next to it, a taupe shimmery shadow blended into a snow white accent inside the newly formed arch of his dramatically reshaped thin brows, and a hint of eye glitter glistened with each blink. Thin silver over liner at the edge of his eyeliner near his nose and a high shine pink blush electrified the area next to the middle of his nose up past his cheekbones, delivering a wondrous sheen. Add that to a flawless airbrushed complexion with an illustrious bronzer, and they had certainly taken some years from his biological calendar. If the hair and makeup though wouldn't be enough of a disguise, many stray eyes would never look past his enlarged lips. Injected fillers had inflated them to a full, plumped appearance, as a rosey, wine red glossed color was used to electrify them inside the brick red lip liner, as his lips would loom so large on his face. "Oh Jamie!" said Lillian, coming over as Sophie was still curling and pinning. "You look fabulous, darling." "Thank you," said Jamie, quite mortified, staring back at her all made up with her hair done. "So do you, Lillian." "Of course I do," joked Lillian as Sophie was filling his head with pins. "I'm the mother of the bride, but you look so beautiful, let's hope you don't steal any of her thunder." "Please do not even joke about that," smiled Jamie. "I'm the fill in. I want to fill in and then get out." "Smart girl," laughed Lillian. "Smart girl be still please, so I don't burn your ear please," said Sophie, pulling a few strands next to his ear and coming around in front curling them. "Sorry," replied Jamie as she unraveled it and then pinned it against his head. "Almost done?" "Almost, until we get there," said Sophie, repeating it on the other side. "Then the real chaos begins." "I can only imagine," said Jamie as she took a big plastic curler and rolled under his side bang, pinning it atop his forehead. "Not if you've never been a bridesmaid before in a room with a nervous bride." Sophie shook her hair spray and then covered his face, saturating his head. "Then trust me, you can't." "But you will, dear," said Lillian, wrapping a kerchief over his hair. "Now let's get your coat on and I've already got your dress in the car. Thank you so much Sophie, and see you there shortly." "My pleasure," said Sophie, pinning it in place and stuffing her tip in her pocket. "On my way in five minutes." Out to the car they went as two overly made up women in pinned curls and curlers into her car as they drove to the chapel. Inside she led him to a room where three other bridesmaids were present and introduced him as the girls were expecting him. It was about a half hour before the ceremony as girls buzzed in and out talking to family in the hall and then taking turns with the hairdressers. He tried almost not to look, as it was quite odd to have girls undressing in front of him like he was truly one of them as they changed, barely paying him any mind. Lillian helped him off with his sweater, making sure not to get makeup on the cashmere neckline or come close to a pin on his head, as soon he would be in nothing but his corset until she helped him on with a robe. He sat as the hairdresser undid her curlers before picking out her puffy mom hair and then he turned his head, feeling uncomfortable as they helped her into her dress. When each bridesmaid?s hair was finally free of curlers and their dresses were on, he was the last to be worked on as Sophie herself undid some of the pins at the back of his hair. She took some time re-curling some strands with her iron, but more pins would go in and not come out, as soon the entire back of his head would be filled with perfectly rolled curls. Some baby?s breath and hair jewels would be added for dimension between some layers, and then the pin near each temple would be let down. A few stray curls would now hang in front of each ear as she added long diamond pendant earrings behind them. Out came the roller from his forehead before she stretched and pulled his side bang across with some force and then hit a pin behind his right ear to hold it in place. He knew the drill of heavy hairspray, as eventually the fumes cleared and then together both Lillian and Sophie helped in getting him dressed. Stockings would be rolled over his feet and then attached to his garters on his corset before he held Lillian?s shoulder, stepping into his baby blue five inch pumps. The dye lot as expected perfectly matched the dress, and then he ever so gingerly knew the drill, stepping into the satin bridesmaid gown. Inch by inch he was zipped in by the women inside the form fitting floor length gown, and then just that fast he was just another bridesmaid as Lillian hugged him before she left the room. For the next ten minutes he just listened to gossip from the other bridesmaids as the tension built and then in came Mr. Miller to go through their instructions. A soft smile graced his face as he made eye contact with Jamie and he winked at him, tapping his heart. He was beyond pleased Jamie had done all he could for his extended family as he ran through their last minute assignments one more time to make sure everything would go off perfectly, and then looked over at the other girls. "Girls, this is my first time giving away a bride, so I?m a little nervous," said Tony. "Everyone sure of their partner and assignments?" "Yes," said a girl. "Piece of cake." "Don?t worry Mr. Miller," said another girl,rubbing his back. "We got this, and it?ll be good practice for next year with Carrie." "Thank you, and thanks for welcoming Jamie like you have," said Tony, most grateful. "Why don?t you girls go next store to check on the bride with Lillian, and maybe give me a minute with Jamie since it?s also her first time." "Sure," said one of the girls as they scurried out. "So did I do ok?" asked Jamie, fanning out his hands. "You?re not mad are you?" "Mad?" said Tony. "Why would I be mad? No of course not, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute?" "Ok, but some of this wasn?t my idea," said Jamie. "Please, I?m doing it for you! All of it, and please tell Carrie that." "You can tell her yourself," said Tony. "She?s almost here." "You?re kidding?" Sighed Jamie. "Then I don?t have to do this anymore?" "Not if she makes it on time," replied Tony sheepishly. "I called your phone for almost the last two hours and my sister?s but neither of you answered. Carrie called and found a way around the avalanche, so I got her a police escort for the last hundred miles. The crazy girl drove 90 miles an hour and I tried to get a hold of you two to say she might make it." "It was in my coat, and I didn?t have any pockets," replied Jamie, needing to lean on the wall. "I was in the sink or under a dyer or busy having gawwwdd knows what done to me. I didn?t think this was even a possibility, or realize I should even be checking it." "Well I didn?t know where you two were, or I would have come there," said Tony, feeling horrible. "But even if I did, we still might have had to get you ready just in case. I mean she?s still not here yet?" "You know they bleached and colored my hair! Injected my lips!" said Jam,ie pointing to his head and starting to shake. "Carrie had me growing out that hair for a year and a half, and now I have a bob! A bleach blonde bob! I did all this for nothing?" "No, not nothing," said Tony, coming over and hugging him. "For me and my sister and the wedding. You look beautiful, and I love you for doing it. In fact I?ll never forget it, and I?m sure neither will Carrie." "Well how could she?" Sighed Jamie, looking down. "Between the hair and the lips, I?m thinking I?m going to be stuck like this for a while." "Well it could be worse," smiled Tony. "You could be stuck like a big fat old man like me." "Fat? Seriously? I wouldn?t call that little middle aged flab, fat," said Jamie. "You?re in better shape than most guys in their twenties, and they should be so lucky to become half the man and father you are, sir." "Hey! I told you to dump the sir, and I should be so lucky to have someone that loves my daughter and family as much as you, so guess who?s the lucky one?" "Me?" smiled Jamie, putting his hands on his hips. "The fianc?e in the bridesmaid dress." "No, the fianc?e that just got permission from Mr. Miller to marry his daughter," smiled Tony. "As long as she promises not to wear the dress that day." "Oh thank you so much," said Jamie, feeling a huge sense of relief and scurrying over in his dress, hugging him. "Thank you! Thank you Mr. Miller." "Uuuummm I hate to break up the romance with you two, but we need you outside for a minute, dad," said Carrie standing in the doorway behind them. "Carrie?" said Jamie as his face lit up, ending the hug. "You made it! I?m off the hook! I don?t have to do this anymore!" "Yeah hold that thought, and you do look sexy like that," said Carrie holding up a finger. "Dad! Please!" Out the door Tony went, as Jamie felt an incredible reprieve as he leaned back against the wall, feeling as light as air. On one hand he?d gone through all this so he was almost curious what it would have been like to walk down the aisle, but on the other hand it was better he didn?t. He waited a few minutes as everything was so quiet and then suddenly screaming and a commotion seemed to fill the hall outside. When finally the yelling and screaming stopped, one of the bridesmaids came in and wiggled her finger at Jamie to follow her out. "Carrie said to come next store to the bridal suite," said the girl. "This shit is a mess." "Now what?" asked Jamie, following her. "If you girls can just hang over there but give me a minute of privacy with her, ladies," said Carrie. "What?s going on?" Jamie asked, looking around. "Where?s your cousin?" "That is the question?" nodded Carrie. "Seems the bride has run off!" "Oh my gawwdd, your poor aunt! Your dad," said Jamie. "That?s horrible." "Yup, and what?s even more horrible is everything is paid for, and there?s a chapel full of people out there," said Carrie, tossing out her hands. "My dad chipped in a small fortune for my bitch of a cousin, and now she does this shit!" "Wow, then both of us rushed getting ready for nothing then?" replied Jamie, shaking his head. "What a disaster!" "Well I don?t plan on letting it be one! We paid for a reception and a band, so we?re going to enjoy it," said Carrie. "You ready to party, Jamie?" "Sure," smiled Jamie, shrugging his shoulders. "I?m all dressed up, so what the hell." "Sorry... Sorry!" said a man's voice coming in with his hands full. "I made it as fast as I could." "It?s about freaking time, Claude," said Carrie, rolling her eyes as Claude was hanging up a dress in a bag on the wall hanger. "How long do you think I could stall him in this dress?" "I said I was sorry," said Claude. "You are lucky I had one dress to fit him that I squeezed him into, but this was like a miracle that I had this, and can make it work. You owe me big time on this." "No shit," laughed Carrie. "Claude, that?s you?" said Jamie, seeing him in the same bridesmaid dress, all made up. "Wow! I can?t believe how amazing you look!" "Of course you can darling," said Claude, coming over and hugging him. "You saw me dressed up before." "But not like this," replied Jamie amazed. "Maybe not, and every girl can?t look as good as we special girls do either," joked Claude. "Now let?s get you changed, so we can all party!" "Good, because time is a wasting everyone, and people are sitting out there getting impatient," said Carrie, snapping her fingers. "Girls, you can come help me now and be careful with this dress. This one we can return, but the other one of course we can?t, so hopefully it?ll fit well enough." "Return? I don?t think so," said Claude with some attitude. "You own them both you know." "Oh loosen up," laughed Carrie. "We?re still paying for it, but you can put it back in the window." "We?re changing into different dresses for the party then" Jamie asked, suddenly surrounded by bridesmaids. "And do you really need everyone to help me change?" "No, I only need Claude actually, but I need moral support, Jamie," said Carrie, taking his hands. "Now look me in the eyes." "Ok?" Jamie was confused as they began unzipping his dress. "But this is too weird, and for what?" "Because I can?t do this anymore, Jamie," said Carrie, pulling the ring off her finger as down went his dress. "I love you and I?ll always want you in my life, but it?s over. I?m breaking up with you." "What?" said Jamie, stunned as she closed the ring in his hand as they lifted his left foot from the dress. "Now! And in front of all these girls I barely know! While they?re taking off my dress!" "Yes!" said Carrie as out came the other foot as they pulled away the dress. "And I had hours in the car to think about this. Hours to talk with my father this morning on the ride and in traffic. Hours to make a difficult decision! But really I didn?t one hundred percent decide until I got here and then I saw you in his arms.... But then once I did and overheard you two, I knew what I had to do." "But we were just talking!" said Jamie, looking down at himself in the corset and stockings, feeling a tear run down his cheek. "He just gave me his blessing. He told me he loved me and wants me to be part of the family!" "I know he does," said Carrie, getting emotional and nodding to the girls as they were changing his pumps. "And so you will be." "But you just said I wasn?t?" replied Jamie, opening his hand as they lifted his legs, helping change him. "You gave me the ring?" "Yes, because it?s yours now," said Carrie, taking it and sliding it over his skinny finger. "Mine?" replied Jamie, confused as he held his hand, looking at it. "It looks beautiful with your nails, and so will you today. Gingerly please, ladies," nodded Carrie, holding his hand and looking at it as she wiped a tear from her left eye. "And I gave him my blessing just a minute ago, so let?s hope this fits." "I don?t understand," Jamie freaked out, looking down at the sea of white. "What the hell are you saying here?" "I?m saying you?ve wanted to be married since the day I met you, and you?ve met your match," said Carrie, lifting his face and looking into his eyes as they tried pulling his arm inside a sleeve. "If you really think about it, then you know I?m right! Sure, we were compatible with many things, but I think you two are even more compatible." "Are you nuts?" yelled Jamie, looking behind and turning his back away from the girls as he saw Claude buttoning it up. "Claude, stop this." "Hey! Don?t you dare fucking rip this," said Carrie, grabbing him by the shoulders. "We both know I was the third girl you were engaged to, and was never going to treat you like the precious little woman you?ve grown to love being. It?s not me." "And that?s not me!" moaned Jamie, trying to move away. "Now stop this,and let go of me so I can get out of this dress." "You?ll be doing no such thing, and this is happening," said Carrie, slapping him across the face. "Now get a hold of yourself and face the facts. You?re freaking stunning as a blonde woman." "Huuhh," moaned Jamie stunned. "I can?t believe you just did that." "And I can?t believe you kissed my ex-boyfriend," said Carrie, annoyed now. "Now put your arm in this dress! And like you could handle a big black dick? "He kissed me," said Jamie as in went his left arm gently. "I wanted no part of him." "Of course you don?t. He?s not at all your type, Jamie," said Carrie, spinning around the ring as his right arm went in now. "And don?t catch that beautiful stone on the lace." "But you're my type," Jamie teared up, feeling the dress being buttoned. "No, you're my bitch and I?m your fucking dom," said Carrie, spinning the ring back around so the stone was showing. "You do what I say, and this is what?s best for you." "But?" said Jamie, beginning to really shiver now. "I?m not a girl." "You are what I say you are," said Carrie, folding her arms. "We established that two years ago, and you?ve decided to pick now... of all moments! To object to my wish! My command!" "Well no," replied Jamie, frozen in thought. "But you want me to marry your father? A man? I was your boyfriend! Your my fianc?e!" "I d, and you will," Carrie replied as she could feel something snap down on his head now. "I?ve decided to keep you in my life, and this works for everyone. For you. For me and most importantly, the only man we both truly love. My father." "You think I love your father?" Jamie was surprised as they were adding some pins to his hair. "I heard everything and know everything about these last few days," said Carrie, adjusting his tiara. "He?s a better version of me, and I know you as well as anyone. I know everything about you, and we were compatible but you two well.... Are perfect! Just perfect." "He is like you," gulped Jamie as they were pining on his veil. "Oh my gawwwd, we are compatible." "And he loves you," Carrie told him as she droppd down his veil. "So if you loved me, you?ll certainly love him. Now let?s go get you married!" "Wait." Jamie looked through the lace. "Except he?s not! He?s a man, and under here so am I!" "Well that we can fix easily, and it?s not like you?ll be dressing as one anymore, but I did have the father daughter sex talk, and he?s willing to try before we decide to have you..," said Carrie, adjusting his veil. "Well you know." "No, I don?t," said Jamie, dropping his hands in his lap but hitting the huge dress instead. "You do. You make a gorgeous, youthful woman with the cute bob you picked for yourself, and regardless of what?s between your legs, you?ll never be a man again," replied Carrie, moving his finger from the crotch area of the dress and sticking a bouquet in his hands. "In fact, maybe you never should have been, but the boob job though will be my wedding present to you, so that we?ll do soon enough. Grab the train ladies. She?s ready." "I?m not! He may love me and we may be compatible, but I still want to be with you Carrie," begged Jamie. "Please don?t make me do this! I'm not into men!!." "Oh chill! You will be," giggled Carrie, snapping her fingers to Claude. "I wanted it to be a surprise, but maybe this should help relax you." "I don?t understand?" asked Jamie, confused, looking at it after Claude pulled off the plastic. "That?s a pink dress? It?s looks like a ..?" "Like what you?ll be wearing with me at a very special fetish ball, which is in two weeks," said Carrie, looping her arm through Jamie?s as she began leading him from the room. "It?s a PVC sissy maid dress I?ll be putting you in and taking you there while my dad travels on business." "You mean I?ll still be..." Jamie started to say. "Part of my life, and my bitch like I promised. Wait until you see it on you with some little frilly ankle socks and these ridiculously high pink stilettoes," smiled Carrie, flicking her wrist. "Me being able to take you out for some fun was part of the deal I brokered with him when I gave him my blessing. So like I told you, we?ll still be spending quite a bit of time together." "Oh my gawwddd. You dressed me up but that was only for you," replied Jamie. "You?re saying we?ll still be having..." "Yeah but ... ahhhh no!" said Carrie. "That?s gross, you?re my dad?s woman now, and we will not. Other men though of course will be now part of the fun, which is where we were headed with your training anyway, so enjoy being in white satin while you can, because that won?t be the case after my dad gets his hands on you later!" "They?re ready for you ladies," said a man, opening the door. As the door fully opened, he could hear the organ and then got the full view of himself in the corridor mirror. He was in a huge, white lace and tulle A-line satin bridal gown that featured beaded lace appliques with metallic white accents. An illusion neckline and lace illusion long sleeves flowed into the sweetheart bodice, displaying his small cleavage atop his corseted waist. An illusion back with many tiny covered buttons soon flowed into a soft tulle over patterned glittered layer atop the huge tulle ball type skirt that flowed beautifully into a scalloped lace chapel train. His red lips shone through his two tiered, sparkling rhinestone edged veil, and atop his head glistened a princess tiara. Side bangs swept across his forehead above blinking lashes, and his bob length hair sat beneath the length of his veil in the tight rolled curls of his perfectly coiffed updo. Holding his elbow was his former girlfriend as he held his bouquet of white roses with both hands as she nudged him to move. Her dominance today would no longer be to dress him as her maid, instead she was ready to take him down the aisle to give him away. "Oh jeez," Jamie was beginning to shake. "I?m going to be his bride! Tony's bride?"! "And every bride has these jitters, and you know you make a beautiful bride," said Carrie as they began moving. "And if you?re being completely honest with yourself when it comes to losing your purity in a place where only my sex toys have gone.... Well you know you?re ready for that too, and you know you want it." "Maybe, but this wasn?t how I expected it," said Jamie, dropping his face and looking at his feet. "Please ask him to be gentle." "I will, but I?m sure he?ll be delicate with you," said Carrie as they exited the hall way and were through the rear chapel doors. "But enjoy that while you can, because I can?t promise I?ll be that gentle when we?re out." "Oh gawwddd," Jamie shivered as they walked down the aisle. "Maybe I?ll just stick with being Mrs. Miller then." "See how easy that was for you to accept?" Carrie smiled as they saw all the people in the church pews while walking. "I almost can?t believe I just said that." Jamie gulped as they walked towards Tony. "I?m going to be a married woman! Mrs. Miller." "Yes you are, and congratulations, mom," Carrie winked as she lifted his veil and kissed his cheek as they stopped at the altar before whispering in his ear. "But you my darling step mother, are still going to be my bitch now and then. Now take good care of my father in the bedroom tonight, because if I hear you don?t, then Mrs. Miller?s little friend hidden under this skirt will be long gone before I dress you in pink for our first mother-daughter dance. Are we clear, step mommy?" "Crystal," nodded Jamie. "Congratulations, dad," smiled Carrie, kissing her father's cheek and then stepping next to Jamie before looking at the clergyman. "Please proceed, reverend."