Jenny laced the corset up. It did a good job of supporting my breasts, which were no longer bounding around freely. And it really didn’t feel all that uncomfortable. However, I suspected that she was going to lace the corset a lot more tightly in the weeks to come.
"OK, we don’t need to worry about the crinoline today. You’re not going to be wearing the wedding gown this weekend.
"Really? Why not?"
"I’m still working on the alterations a bit. And we have plenty of other things to focus our attention on. I hope I haven’t disappointed you too much."
Quite honestly, I did feel a pang of disappointment deep inside me. The Heidi in me had enjoyed being dressed in a fine wedding gown. And I think the Mike in me had enjoyed being tightly trapped inside an exotic piece of clothing, completely helpless and at the mercy of a beautiful woman.
"Today, we see how Miss Heidi looks in pink."
Jenny pulled a pink dress out of her closet.
"For me? Oh you shouldn’t have!"
"You are such a clown. You can’t have this dress, you can only borrow it."
Jenny unzipped the dress, I stepped into it, and she zipped me up. We were getting pretty good at this drill. A lot better than we had been on day one.
"OK, girl, it’s time to get started on hair and makeup."
I sat down on a stool, and Jenny worked her magic with a curling iron, turning my long, straight hair into bouncy curls.
When Jenny started on the lipstick this time, I noticed that it was pink - matching my dress - and for that matter, my panties as well. I wondered if she had planned the pink color scheme before I arrived, or if she had based it on my choice of panties.
"OK, just a few more things to finish up. Hold out your hands."
Jenny pulled out pink nail polish and proceeded to carefully paint each fingernail so that they, too, matched my dress.
"OK, we need to do some work down here, first."
Jenny found a nail clippers, and clipped my toenails to a shorter length. Then she grabbed the nail polish and painted them as well.
"We won’t need any pantyhose today."
The masculine side of me sighed in relief.
"Here we go. We’ll be using these instead."
Jenny held stockings in her hand. She helped me into the stockings and attached them to the garters on my corset. When my legs were ensconced in the stockings, she helped me into a pair of pink pumps.
"These are a little more than two inches. I hope you’ve been practicing with the other pair."
"Yes, Jenny. I’ve been a good girl."
"OK. We’ll get a chance to test that out a little later. OK, here we go with the finishing touch. These have a magnetic back, so they look almost like pierced earrings."
A minute later, I as adorned in earrings which, once again, were the color of the day - pink.
"OK, Heidi, come over in front of the mirror."
I looked into the mirror and was stunned by what I saw. Two women were standing side by side - one dressed in red, the other in pink. Both of the women were absolutely gorgeous. I was stunned at my appearance.
"OK, Heidi, we’re going to head out to the mall. Let’s get this show on the road."
I felt a delicious sort of anxiety as I readied myself to once again go out in public. The last time I had felt like a boy dressed up in women’s clothing; this time, I felt more like a real woman.
Jenny locked up and we headed down the hall. We passed the common area and Jenny stopped to talk to a girl who was studying there.
Jenny declared that she wanted to get her film developed, and asked if the girl would take a picture of the two of us together.
Jenny and I posed for a few shots. We posed arm in arm for one shot, and with arms around each other for another. We looked for all the world like two best girlfriends having their picture taken.
After a few pictures, Jenny took the camera and had me pose by myself for a few more pictures. Then she coaxed her friend to stand with me for a few pictures.
I wouldn’t say that Jenny’s friend was more attractive than Jenny - that was virtually impossible. The girl who stood beside me was quite stunning, though. She was blonde, had sexy long legs, and her face had a natural beauty. She was wearing a silk blouse and mini skirt that was an excellent avenue for displaying her legs.
We put our our arms around each other and smiled for the camera. As Jenny was resetting for the second picture, the blonde suddenly bent me over backwards and kissed me squarely on the lips. It was a zinger of a kiss, and I noticed a camera flash as her lips were pressed to mine.
She eased me back up and smiled.
"I should have advised you of your Miranda rights. You have the right to be kissed by Miranda. I’m Miranda."
Not surprisingly, I didn’t answer her. I was quite speechless.
I eventually regained my composure. Jenny and I said our goodbyes to Miranda and headed out to the parking lot.
"I’m glad to that you were able to meet Miranda."
"Yes, me too. She’s quite an interesting woman."
"She does that to a lot of girls. She’s not into girls sexually or anything, but she likes a girl-girl kiss from time to time. She usually tries to catch people off guard."
"Well, she definitely did that. I wasn’t expecting that at all."
"She has a kiss du jour. A french version of the same. That’s her dress that you’re wearing, by the way."
"Oh? I thought it was yours."
"Heidi, my dear, have you forgotten that you’re quite a bit taller than me? How on earth would one of my dresses fit you?"
"Oh."
Somehow, I had completely forgotten about that. I had thought that the red dress from last time and my current pink ensemble were part of Jenny’s wardrobe.
"I’ve borrowed a couple of dressed for you. Miranda is about your height, so I went to her first. She was glad to help out."
I had tingled with excitement when Miranda had pressed her lips to mine in a warm kiss, and my body tingled again with excitement at being caressed by Miranda’s pink dress. My butterflies had started their fluttering again.
"After today, we shouldn’t have to borrow any more. We’re going to hit the mall and buy you some clothes."
I reminded Jenny that I didn’t need a large wardrobe, since my womanhood was a temporary state - just until Halloween. It didn’t see very financially prudent to to spend a lot of money on clothes.
"Money isn’t an issue, Heidi. My family comes from oil money. A woman needs nice clothes. When you’re no longer a woman, we can give them to Michelle - she’s the same size as you. Maybe we can even get you dressed up for a ladies night out every now and then - just for old times sake."
I wasn’t a woman right now, but I really didn’t want to try to win that argument wearing pink lipstick and a vagina.
At the mention of my sister’s name, I wondered why Jenny hadn’t just asked her to fill in as the bride. As Jenny had mentioned, Michelle and I were the same size. Maybe Michelle had other plans for the night - or maybe Jenny enjoyed having me as her kept woman.
The Michael part of me was quite concerned about the mention of future ladies nights out. I was into this just as a favor until Halloween. I was running the risk of being found out by my friends. If any of my friends knew that I was walking around as a woman, I would never hear the end of it. Extending Heidi’s life beyond Halloween raised the stakes - I ran the risk of being caught, and if someone found out about me when we were bar hopping on a ladies night out, I wouldn’t have the convenient excuse of Halloween to fall back on. Instead, it would look like I was dressing as a woman for nothing more than personal enjoyment. This was a very frightening possibility. I assured myself that I’d be able to talk my way out of any ladies night out escapades when the time came.
The Heidi in
side me was delighted at Jenny’s comments. The prospect of being a woman over a longer term was thrilling, and she was ecstatic to know that she was going to have a wardrobe of her very own!
We arrived at the mall, and we went into one of the women’s clothing stores. I could tell that Jenny was having the time of her life. We meandered through the store. Jenny spotted outfits that she thought would be "dreamy" on me, and our cart filled with dresses, skirts, and blouses.
"OK, dear, that’s enough for now."
I sighed with relief and turned the cart toward the front of the store.
"Heidi, first we need to go to the changing rooms."
I grimaced, and Jenny assured me that it would be all right, and that trying on the clothes would be quick and painless. I argued that I could try them on later, and if something didn’t fit, it could be taken back. Jenny pointed out that one of the blouses was on clearance, and couldn’t be taken back. I could understand why I should try on that blouse, but Jenny insisted that I might as well try everything on, since I had to try on the blouse anyway. At this point, it seemed feeble to argue. I suspect that Jenny had grabbed a clearance item for this specific reason.
I took my clothes into the changing room. I kicked off my pink heels and was eventually able to unzip my zipper and take off the pink dress. I started with a simple white v-neck dress. I zipped the dress up and exited the changing room and went over to the mirror. The dress looked attractive enough, but it didn’t compare to the pink dress.
I changed out of the white dress and into a strapless teal dress. I was putting on a regular fashion show. After the teal dress, I tried on a sleeveless burgundy dress with a keyhole front. I gasped as I looked in the mirror and saw that my "cleavage" was visible. Fashion consultant Jenny assured me that it was socially acceptable to show a little of your boobs in public these days. Socially acceptable or not, it made me feel a little bit uncomfortable.
I tried on skirts and blouses of various colors and fabrics. White, pink, red, green, and black, satin, silk, rayon, and cotton.
I finally reached my last outfit, a lavender ensemble consisting of a jacket and skirt. I zipped up the skirt, slipped into the jacket, and walked the catwalk once again. "Heidi, that looks so hot" Jenny exclaimed! "It is so YOU."
Another woman echoed her thoughts, commenting that the lavender outfit was a mancatcher outfit if she ever saw one. I blushed at her comment. I really didn’t need a mancatcher outfit, since I wasn’t trying to catch a man. I did like the outfit, however. I thought that it looked quite sharp.
I was about to call it a day when Jenny called for me to hold one for a second. She came back carrying a pink dress. The same pink dress that had been borrowed from Miranda. I beamed with delight.
"I’m glad I found this. You seem happy, too."
It was impossible to hide my pleasure, so I didn’t bother trying. I blushed and ran away to the sanctuary of the changing room. I absolutely loved this pink dress. I definitely needed to add it to my wardrobe.
I pranced back into the waiting area, strutting my stuff. The world was my oyster.
"Stunning" Jenny commented. "Absolutely stunning. I guess we can return the other dress to Miranda. I wonder how she’ll show her appreciation."
My butterflies fluttered again at the thought of Miranda’s kiss. Would she thank me for returning her dress by pinning me against the wall and applying a kiss du jour to my mouth? I sure hoped so.
"One more thing, dear" Jenny said. She help a tiny pink two piece swimsuit.
I stared at her, incredulous. "I can’t wear that!" I exclaimed.
"Sure you can. You’ve got the body for it."
I was concerned that the skimpy swimsuit would expose seams around my breasts and vagina. I did not want someone in the ladies department to discover that I was a man. I trusted Jenny, however, and slipped into the bikini. I looked to see if my femininity was compromised by any telling lines. I couldn’t see a thing. Jenny had done an exceptional job of feminizing me. I sighed appreciatively. My swimsuit fashion show wasn’t likely to send women screaming for mall security.
I modeled the swimsuit for Jenny. I looked into the mirror and found that I did indeed have the body for the swimsuit. I had to remind myself that it wasn’t actually my body - my friend latex had helped my a great deal. In any case, I looked hot. Absolutely smokin’
I slipped out of my swimsuit and back into my pink dress. Well, Miranda’s dress, actually. My pink dress was waiting outside with Jenny. I didn’t have much luck with the zipper, and Jenny had to zip me up the rest of the way.
We checked out and carted my new wardrobe to the car. I couldn’t believe how much money Jenny had just spent on clothes for me.
"OK, Heidi, dear. Now we go to the shoe store to finish off your wardrobe."
We entered the shoe store, and I tried on shoes of different colors and styles. The shoes were mostly pumps, and some of these had incredibly high heels. Jenny pulled out her plastic to pay for about a half dozen pairs of shoes, and before I knew it, we were finished. Trying on shoes didn’t take nearly as long as trying on dresses.
I had enjoyed myself more than I expected, but a part of me was very glad that we were finished, and that I could retreat back out of the public eye and get back into male clothes.
Initially, we were heading back toward the Jenny’s place. Then we made a right turn and were suddenly off course. I couldn’t even begin to imagine where we might be heading.
I was a little surprised, though, when we pulled into a parking lot in front of a bridal shop.
"Oh, you need to have your computer fixed" I commented, referring to a computer repair shop that shared the same parking lot.
"Yeah, right. Come on, Heidi. Into the shop with you."
"But I already have my dress" I said.
"My dress, dear" she grinned as I realized the freudian slip. "We still do have some accessories to buy for you."
"Couldn’t you just buy them on your own? Why do I have to come along?"
"I could buy them on my own, but I want you to come along. I want you to have a truly complete bridal experience."
I felt a twinge of very nervous excitement at the phrase "bridal experience." Amidst all the shopping, I had nearly forgotten that this wasn’t just about being a woman, but being a bride. Jenny’s bride.
Jenny prepped me on information about my wedding dress and other details of our wedding. I needed to know this information in case the attendants asked any questions. After all, a bride knows everything about her wedding and doesn’t forget a detail. I was a bundle of nerves as I listened to Jenny and tried to remember as much as I could. I managed to get a lot of the details, although I’m not sure I understood what a lot of the terms meant. I was very nervous at having to be the main point of contact for the salesperson. Up until this point, Jenny had done nearly all the talking and had done a wonderful job.
We went into the bridal store. We were immediately approached by an attendant. I explained that I had already purchased my dress and a number of accessories, but that the bridal store where I had purchased the gown was going out of business and didn’t have much of a selection of veils or shoes left.
The attendant, whose name was Samantha, noted a few details about my gown and went to work on trying to find a suitable veil and shoes. After a bit, she came back with six veils and five pairs of shoes.
"Well, Heidi, I must admit that this is a bit unusual. Usually the bride purchases accessories at the bridal shop where she buys her gown, so that she can see how the accessories go with the gown. Perhaps we can find a gown similar to yours. That might help us out a bit."
I wasn’t exactly sure what Samantha had in mind, but I agreed to look around the shop to see if they had a wedding gown that was similar to mine.
I needed a lot of help from Jenny here. I had no idea which of the gowns in the store were simila
r to mine. All of them looked like beautiful white wedding gowns to me. She cleverly worked me towards a couple of gowns that I guessed were similar to mine.
Samantha came over toward us.
"These are both beautiful gowns. This one won’t work - it’s not the right size. This one, however, should be just right for you. It’s definitely a gown for the taller bride. Go ahead and get started undressing and I’ll bring it back to you."
I panicked and my heart nearly stopped beating. I hadn’t stopped to think why she wanted my to find a gown similar to mine. Of course, she wanted me to try it on, and then see how the veil and shoes looked with it. My heart started to beat again and started racing a hundred beats a minute. I had changed clothes in the dressing room at the department store, of course. However, at the department store, there were other women changing clothes as well - not just me. The only one who had been paying attention to me was Jenny. Now I was going to be the center of attention - for Jenny, Samantha, and any other interested observers.
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