Josie Gets Blonded

by Josie girlc

  

Here I am putting on my shopping outfit and I know where my wife is going to take me . She had made the appointment 2 weeks earlier at a bridal shop. After taking me for bridesmaid 's gowns she thought it would be a good humiliation to have to go through the process of being a bride so that I can fully understand what females go through.

I 'm wearing a black and white check shift dress, it is sleeveless and has buttons down the front with a v -neck front. Underneath I'm wearing a white long sleeved blouse with a large collar in a very feminine look. White stockings, yes stockings held up by a garter belt, white panties very lacy and white pumps with a 2 inch heel. Carrying a white small purse and of course with 3 pearl earrings in each ear ,a matching pearl necklace and pink polish on my acrylic nails I look very feminine and I can't believe that I am so trapped in this outfit, I am so much at my wife's mercy. She has really got me under her control. I look in the mirror and realize that I really am no longer a husband or a male but a girlfriend and a female.

As we are walking across the parking lot towards the car I hear my heels clicking in the familiar sound and realize after these past 3 years of being feminized that I now wiggle very animated , like a model walking down a runway. It is mortifying.

Instead of going in the direction of the bridal shop we are driving towards Holly's salon which I start to worry . Its not Tuesday or Friday my usual hair appointment dates. That's when I get my set and style . Or I get my nails or waxing done. As we pull into the lot of Holly's my wife says "I have something that I've decided to do to your hair." " Go in Holly is expecting you I spoke with her this morning."

I wiggle into the salon and of course all of the other women say " hi Josie" Holly is sitting on the couch when I walk in and she says " We have a surprise for you sweetie". As Holly leads me to the back chairs I walk past Amy one of the stylists and she comments" I love that outfit honey." " VERY CUTE." I say thank you and tell her I like her shoes and feel very self -conscious as I wiggle by all the different patrons and other stylists. The salon is packed and it is filled with only women. Holly asks one of the stylists " where did you put that white lightning that I mixed for Josie? " Now without telling me anything she starts to brush on this white paste on my hair. I don't even get an explanation. I know not to say anything because she will tell my wife that I misbehaved and I will be punished more severely.

After my entire head is covered and it smells very strong, it is burning my eyes, I am covered in a plastic cap and put under the dryer. As it cooks every couple of minutes Holly would walk by and check. Start to giggle and tell me " not quite, a few more minutes honey." Another woman is sitting next to me under the dryer also . Her hair is covered in a plastic cap and she says to me. " what we have to go through" " I hope my husband appreciates what I do to look good for him." " Does your husband realize what you go through for him too?" I try and smile and tell her I hope so and realize that this woman thinks I am another female. And she should, I look at my breasts pushing through my blouse and look down at my shaved legs encased in white stockings in heels and realize that I don't look anything like a male at all. And so in my sqeaky voice I talk to her all about men, fashions, and various other girl talk. I really have no choice.

Finally Holly takes me out from under the dryer and washes the paste out of my hair. Then she puts another liquid in and rubs it throughout. " This is a toner and it stays in for about 5 minutes" " Then you are ready for the curl and set." When that is finished she leads me back to her chair in the front of the salon and starts to blow dry and curl, tease and set my style. All the while keeping my back to the mirror. When she is finished she turns me to the mirror. OH MY GOD !!!!! MY HAIR IS A BANANA YELLOW!!!! It is a bright yellow throughout and I have been made into a total blonde. I can't believe it, It is permanent...... Holly then says" I love it, it really finishes off making you look totally female, No male would ever have this color and style ." "You will get a touch -up every 3 weeks or so and besides as a regular we can fit that into your biweekly schedule without any problem . "

All the stylists google and tell me how much fun it will be as a blonde." All the men will notice you and you will turn heads everytime you go anywhere." Cindy one of the stylists tells me and of course she is a blonde also. I am dizzy as I mince out of the salon and into my wife's waiting car. There she is hysterical laughing and tells me " get used to it, it really makes you look like the bimbo that I want." All the way to the bridal shop she has me practicing my squeaky minnie mouse voice and giggling the whole time. I can't stop looking in the passenger mirror the entire time.

As we pull into the bridal parking lot I really feel very embarressed, here I am with a bright feminine blonde hairdo and dressed so girly. I have to act like I 'm getting married and oogle over all the gowns. Of course I have to try them on and parade in front of all the saleswomen in the shop.As we enter the original saleswoman that we met 2 weeks ago says hello and she has picked out several gowns for me to try on. We walk into a giant room with curtains . Inside, the room is lined with mirrors and a pedestal is in the center of the room.The saleswomen is named Wendy, SHE TELLS MY WIFE THAT SHE WOULD BE GLAD TO HELP ME DRESS IN THE VARIOUS GOWNS AND OF COURSE TO MY HORROR, my wife says that would be fine. Now I have to undress in front of this woman , who is eyeing me up and down, as I unbutton my dress and take off my blouse. Here I am standing in panties, stockings and heels with a dark blue bra mortified.My wife comments, " What happened Josie ? did you forget you were trying on your wedding gowns today? I swear girl nice color bra you have on? " Wendy smiles and says "Its okay you will still get the look you want, Most of the gowns I picked it won't matter." Then she puts the first gown over my head and zippers me up, closes countless buttons on the sleeves. As I look in the mirror I can't believe this is being done to me!!!!

Here I am standing on this pedestal looking like a bride. My wife snaps photos as we try on various gowns. Some are long with trains, others with very elaborate bead work, some with countless bows, all incredibly feminine.I have to pose in each one , walk out into the shop , ask the other sales women what they think. And exclaim as each one is brought one how adorable, how cute, how sexy each one is. " I have to say how I want to look good for John my fiancee." And I " hope he will think I'm beautiful and sexy in this one." All with my bimbo girly voice. Then headpiece after headpiece, veil after veil, is applied and I of course smile with my blonded hair. If I don't I know it could get worse for me. I don't know how but everytime I think I'couldn't be any more humiliated, my wife comes up with a new

twist.

As we tell Wendy that we need to think which gown would be best and look at the photos. She fills out all the data on the gowns which one I like and takes my number and address so that I'm on file with them. Wendy takes me around and shows all the different teddys and slippers, and such that the shop sells . Also she shows me all the other accessories that brides wear under the gowns , various stockings and heels . The entire time asking me about my wedding dates, how many people will be there, how many are in the wedding party, are exciting this is going to be . I answer as a giddy blonde bimbo should. Waving my hands and putting them up to my chest and throat as I speak and playing with my blonde hair the entire time.

We leave and I think that finally its over. We drive to another bridal shop which is attached to a large mall. There we go in and of course do the whole scenario again. A much larger shop with more saleswomen. Very crowded and I have to have my self dressed in the changing room again by a saleswomen. Here I am again standing there in stockings, shaved legs, heels and a bra in front of a woman who thinks I'm an embarressed female holding my arms across my chest as I'm put in gown after gown. Trotted out in the middle of the store. Other shoppers are commenting about this gown or that one and standing on this little pedestal with the saleswomen pulling in various parts of the gown showing me when I come for my fitting what should be taken in , or let out.

Finally my dressing is over and we leave and I think foolisly that maybe I could go home and try and recover from this experience. We drive to a movie and of course I have to buy the tickets, get the popcorn and sodas. We go into the film and I am so self -conscious walking by the ushers and crowds of people. I know there isn't anyway they think anything but here comes a blonde woman.

After the movie we go to a very crowded restaurant and eat. The hostess and waitress never even blink. As we sit down the waitress comes up and says" Hi ladies, what can I get you girls to drink"? My wife leans over and tells me later "No one here thinks that you are remotely masculine, You really are more girly than most real women in here, ha, ha ".

Then as we are driving in the car, my wife reaches in the back takes out a pair of black seamed stockings, tells me to put them on in the car. Takes out a bag from the back seat nand hands me a pair of 4 inch black heels. " Put these on too." We pull onto the Delaware Avenue strip of clubs and I know what is going to happen tonight. " I'm going to let you show off you new do , to all the boys tonight on the dance floor Josie". " When you get out I want you to ask the valet if your seams are straight." And "say it as squeaky and feminine as you can ." I know its going to be a long night on the dance floor. My life as a blonde has just begun. Josie.

  

  

  

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