Getting Ready I

Contrary to my expectations, I did get some sleep, although my boobs kept getting in the way.

I shaved everywhere I could reach, including my private parts. That felt very weird. Then breakfast was called and I went down for coffee, orange juice and muesli. I could have murdered a full English but I had to act the part. Then Babs came up and finished my back which I could not reach. She inspected the rest and said it would do although it really should have been waxed. I shuddered at my narrow escape. She also got her tape measure out and measured my vital statistics. This was emailed out to the others.

Babs had a dress for me that was slightly shorter and had a lower neckline. It too was blue. She had a thong for me too. It was a little larger than most and so covered the vital parts, easier now I had no hair poking out, but my bum felt naked. “Get used to it” was Babs only response.

“You need a bit of makeup” she said, “a girl doesn’t go out without – but we’ll keep it simple this morning. You should learn to do this yourself” So she lined my eyes with a soft black pencil, then added some pale pink eyeshadow, and finished off with mascara. Then she applied some pink lipstick and said I was good to go. It was still warm so I didn’t get any tights to keep my bum warm but at least the dress was long enough to keep me respectable. No earrings this morning but still the heels from last night.

Then it was time for the hairdresser. I was in first thing, really before she opened, I was a special. Not that she could do much with my hair, it wasn’t long enough. But its surprising what can be done by an expert with a brush and some lacquer. It almost looked feminine. My nails were trimmed and painted in a subdued pearlescent blue and I left looking slightly more girly.

On our return Babs looked at her emails and then informed me that the girls had found appropriate clothes but that we were still going shopping. So, we set off for the coffee shop in the mall where the others were to meet us. I was very self-conscious in the mall in daylight but not everybody was looking at me (even though I felt they were).

The others had brought various items of clothing, footwear and jewellery and these were brought out and displayed so they could make a choice. It sounded as though it wasn’t going to be my choice. I was taken to the loos with the short list of clothes and Ann and Babs came with me. I had to try the items on and then come out to show them. I was petrified that somebody else would come in while I was parading but luckily, they didn’t.

There were one or two items left in the bag and It was passed around and raised a few giggles. I didn’t get to see whatever was in it.

There was some debate about whether I should get my ears pierced (I didn’t get a say) but then I would only be able to wear studs. Then somebody said you could get sleeper hoops so that you could add bits. That decided it and I was marched back to the hairdresser where Debbie obliged and even had a pair of the hoops. (How I was going to explain this at work was quietly forgotten)

Then it was off round the shops for bits and pieces. We even went in some clothes shops and items were selected. I was escorted to the changing rooms (Fortunately they were private) and made to try on various garments. Some of which looked OK and others which were truly shocking. I could not see how I could wear them even at a private party. It did cause a few giggles though. The dresses all looked rather short and quite revealing but this was countered by the fact they were only there to create an initial impression and that I wouldn’t have them on for long.

The shoes they had selected were more of a problem since they were quite high (ridiculously so) and the heels were quite pointed. They were held on with an anklet which looked to have a small lock on. I hoped it was only for show. The bra was see-through white with electric blue lace and looked really pretty. I assumed it would fit my boobs. I didn’t see any matching knickers.