A whole new wardrobe

The three women got a taxi to their first port of call. Sofia was a major fashion buyer after having dabbled as a model but quickly realising that she was better off the runway than on and her aptitude was quickly realised by people in the industry. While she by no means had the clout of a designer or other public figures, she was a known name and a client that many in the industry sought to woo. Today she was about to **** that power to makeover her friend.

On the way she made it clear that she was not to be messed with. “Helen, you are a waste of beauty in those drab skirts and ill-fitting blouses. Your underwear would make most women weep. Today we shop and on Sunday we go back to yours and clean out your wardrobe. You will be wearing things today that you are not used to and I don’t want to hear any complaints. If you don’t like something, you must tell me why and we will find things that you like better. I will promise you that everything we pick will be tasteful. Things that any self-respecting woman of your beauty would be proud to be seen in. They may be more revealing than you are used to but that does not mean they are immoral or slutty, just beautiful. Am I being clear?”

Helen was a little taken aback and also a little amused by Sofia in business mode. She had a lot of concerns over what she might be wearing but it was nice to have the decisions taken away from her. She wasn’t allowed to complain or even have many choices so she would just have to accept it. It almost made her happy that she wouldn’t have to worry about whether something was appropriate or not. If Sofia said it was, then it was. “Yes, crystal clear,” she confirmed.

Sofia reached over and squeezed her hand. “Wonderful darling,” she spoke softer now. “It will be tiring but you will look reborn.”

Reborn. That was what she truly wanted for her sake and for Mike’s.

The large store they entered was a flurry of activity as soon as Sofia walked in and sent shop girls scurrying in all directions. They were led through to a private fitting area, with large mirrors and comfortable chairs in the middle. The curtained-off changing area was to one side.

Sofia ordered Helen to strip down to her underwear and like the poor shop girls Helen hurried to obey. What followed was a lot of poking and prodding from a well dressed matronly looking woman who took a keen interest in Helen’s breasts and issued her own orders to the pretty young things who worked there. Multiple braziers appeared and Helen had the benefits and purposes of each one explained to her. Helen marvelled at the difference that a properly fitted bra made to both the shape of her breasts and the comfort of the garment.

“Marvelous,” called Sofia. “Now please send us a variety for every possible occasion in these colours. We are replacing all her underwear so bring plenty.”

Helen had to hold back the arguing as she tried on matching underwear sets. Some had thonged backs and they nearly all were far scanter than her previous underwear. Sofia noticed the **** “Remember the panties you wore under the dress at the party?” Helen nodded. “Well, this is the same sort of thing. Some garments will require a smaller covering on the behind to fit properly.”

Taking a deep breath Helen got on with trying things on and Discussing with Maisy and Sofia what she liked and didn’t in terms of colour and style. Maisy picked out a few of the naughtier sets and asked for some to be sent in her size. Helen thought they looked very good on Maisy when she tried them on. Once they had an idea of what Helen liked they stopped trying on underwear and moved on to clothes. Sofia then took over vetting what underwear got brought to her for either purchasing or not while garments started arriving.

Sofia had insisted that Helen sat in a very tiny set of underwear so that it would fit with most things they tried on. Helen became very self-conscious about her pubic hair and said as much.

“We all have it darling so don’t be shy. There are things you can do about it if you like. I have mine waxed and then I trim the rest,” said Sofia.

“I just shave mine,” said Maisy. “Waxing hurts a bit too much.”

“Either way we can’t do anything about it now but we can try to arrange something for you.”

“It’s okay,” said Helen. “I think I’d like to look into it a bit more.”

“While we are on the subject of grooming, what makeup do you use?” Sofia asked.

Helen confessed that she just got it from the supermarket but she didn’t wear much anyway.

Sofia looked thoughtful then she clicked her immaculately manicured fingers. “I have had an idea.” She then pulled out her phone and began to talk in Italian to someone. “He can see us after lunch. You are going to have a makeup tutorial with one of the hottest makeup artists in the industry.”

Clothes proceeded much as the underwear had. Items were tried on and opinions were given. Almost everything was tighter fitting, more revealing or both than Helen was used to. Sofia seemed to insist that most things showed off the tops of her breasts. “Your breasts are like oceans of milk. We want men to drown in them.” Sofia had poetically declared and the sentiment was strangely empowering.

Her legs were the other part of her that got put on show a lot more. Previously Helen had worn skirts that went to her ankles. Now hardly any went past her knees and the ones that did usually had splits that somehow managed to show more leg than the shorter ones. Her behind was considerably more noticeable too. “A side effect of well-fitting clothes darling.” she was told and **** to accept.

Lunch was ordered in as they were still working hard and had shoes, accessories and practical wear to go. The delivery came from a very nice restaurant and there were cocktails provided. A little **** took the edge off Helen and she became more relaxed about taking her clothes off despite the coming and going of garments.

By early afternoon a man walked in. Helen was still in her underwear and grabbed a dress to hold over herself. After kissing Sofia he swept up to Helen, examined her and said “You are quite lovely but I see beautiful women constantly in a state of undress. I am more interested in your face than your body.” He reached out and took her chin to turned her face. “You were right Sofia, quite the natural beauty. I will have to be unusually subtle.”

The man started to prepare his things and boss around the much-beleaguered staff. Sofia introduced him as Luca Esposito, one of the hottest makeup artists in the business. What followed was a crash course in modern makeup. Helen tried to take as much of it in as she could but Sofia whispered in her ear “I have a course he taught on my computer. I’ll send it to you.”

Luca finished with a nighttime look. The makeup was far heavier than anything Helen had worn in the past but she looked at her face once he had finished. It was still her face but she looked so glamorous, she even thought she could rival Sofia. Sure enough, Sofia said “Ah, I was jealous of your looks before, now this feels like cheating. You have no right to be so beautiful. You are making the rest of us look bad.” She was joking but Helen could hear the bight of genuine jealousy. It made her a little bit proud.

Luca joined in the praise “Agreed. I can work miracles on the planest of women. With a canvas already so lovely I make divinity.” Helen wasn’t sure who he was complimenting more, her or himself.

Maisy just gave a thumbs up and said “Hot.” Helen gave her a big smile, her white teeth bright against the deep red of her lips.

They were almost done. They had picked shoes, most of which were higher than Helen was used to but she had always worn low heels so the extra bit of height wasn’t too bad. They also picked out some comfortable clothes for doing housework and exercising in. Sofia had even picked out some swimsuits but had refused to let Helen pick. “You will be too boring if I let you chose,” Sofia told her. Helen just presumed she could wear her old one if they were too much for her.

They picked out which outfit Helen was going to wear tonight. A lovely dark blue wrap dress that sat below the knee but flapped open to mid-thigh as she walked and exposed a decent amount of her ‘ocean’. She wore some classic court shoes and a small clutch purse to finish the look.

The last things they had to do were a manicure and pedicure. Helen found herself having acrylic nails applied in a dark red that went beautifully with her lips and toes to match. Helen had never had nails this long but by comparison to some of the ones she saw, they were still quite modest.

They were talking about accessories when Maisy pointed out, “You don’t have any piercings, do you?”

Helen admitted that she had never been allowed to get her ears pierced. Sofia and Maisy declared that that had to change and Sofia led them to a studio to get that fixed. The studio did tattoos as well and Maisy, who already had several got swept into the designs on the wall. “Do you have any tattoos?” Helen asked Sofia.

“Just a little one, just here.” she pointed to the area just above and to the right of her crotch.

“Did it hurt?”

“It didn’t not hurt but I’d get another one so it couldn’t have been that bad.”

They got Helen’s ears pierced and she admitted that it had hurt a lot less than she had feared. Then Maisy suggested, “How about a naughty piercing? You know, show off the new you a bit.”

“What did you have in mind?” asked Helen, astounded that she had not dismissed it out of hand.

“You could get your nipples done like me, then we could be twinsies.”

“Maisy,” chastised Sofia. “You are going to frighten her off it. I think she is right though. You should do something daring. It could be good for you.”

Helen felt brave. She had come so far and the act of rebellion against her upbringing felt good. They threw ideas around and she couldn’t pick so in the end she ended up with two extra holes in her ear lobes and one in her navel. That was the one that felt truly naughty and made her pussy tingle a little at the thought of it being under her clothes and surprising Mike with it.

It had all been a bit much and Helen was feeling weary. The three women went to dinner and had several strong drinks. More than they had intended as on two occasions they had drinks bought for them by handsome businessmen. Sofia gave Helen a masterclass in turning the men down gracefully without bruising their egos. Helen, who had decided to judge how attractive men were decided that if she hadn’t been married she might well have accepted the courtship of a couple of the men who approached them. This made her feel reassured that she wasn’t just attracted to women. The women also freely discussed their attractiveness and in Maisy’s case what she would like to do with them. By the time they called the taxi home, they were all in high spirits.