Prologue
I awoke that morning with a sense of excitement. Karen, my fiancée, had told me that she had a big day planned for me. However, she had kept me in the dark as to what was actually going to happen. I lay there, attired in a long, pink satin nightgown with spaghetti straps and lots of lace around the neckline and hem, a pair of pink satiny panties with more lace around the legs and a pink satin sleep bonnet. I thought about Karen and how our relationship had begun and developed over time.
Chapter 1
Karen and I met when I had gone into a woman's boutique to purchase some new panties, a bra, a garter belt and a slip for myself. I had been cross-dressing since I was a teen-ager. I had accumulated a good supply of women's clothing since I had been on my own. However, it always makes me feel great when I can add new items to my wardrobe, especially when they are pretty items of lingerie.
I entered the store shortly before it closed, armed with my usual excuse that I was looking for something special for my girl friend. Karen, the owner, was in the store alone. She was one of those women whose beauty is breath taking. Her long, blond hair fell to her shoulders in a graceful style, framing her face and setting off her complexion well. Her body was well proportioned, including her breasts, which would amply fill a 36C bra. When she asked me if she could help me, I noticed that she was wearing a full-skirted navy dress that was fitted across her breasts very well. On her feet were patent leather shoes with 2-inch heels. Her makeup was tasteful, almost understated. She appeared to be the same height as me.
I was so taken with her natural beauty that when she asked if she could help me, I managed to stammer that I was looking for something special in lingerie for my girl friend. After learning the sizes that I was looking for, she took me toward the back of the store where the lingerie was displayed.
I think that she sensed that I was not telling her the truth about my intended purchases. Karen commented the she and my girl friend were the same size. As we discussed the type of bra, panties, slip and garter belt I wanted, Karen noticed that I was becoming more excited and that my breathing was more shallow.
She excused herself for a moment and went back to the front of the store, leaving me there in the midst of all of these silky, satiny creations. In a few moments, she was back. "I took the liberty of closing up and locking the door, so that we wouldn't be disturbed." Karen said. She then held up a pretty white, satin bra with lace around the cups for me to see. "Do you think your girl friend would like something like this? If so, we have panties and a garter belt that would match. Also, we could find a slip that would go well with these pieces. I would love to have a boy friend that would think to get me such soft, pretty lingerie. See how nice it feels. She will feel great wearing it." With that, she started to stroke my face with the cups of the bra.
I almost fainted on the spot from the excitement. As she continued to stroke my face with the bra and with a pair of matching panties, she quietly cooed, "Tell me the truth. These things aren't really for your girl friend, are they? I'd bet that you don't have a girl friend. They're really for you, aren't they?" I was very embarrassed that she had completely guessed my secret. I started to stammer an apology for bothering her with my strange requests and started to head for the front of the store so that I could leave.
Karen stopped me before I had taken too many steps. "Don't be upset. Your request is different, not strange. It does not bother me that you obviously like wearing women's lingerie. I think it is nice that a man can appreciate the finer points of a woman, especially the softness of her clothes and lingerie. I have several of the nicest men as customers who like to wear women's clothes. They will come in by themselves or with their wives or girl friends to shop. Do you like to wear other things beside the lingerie? If you want, I will even let you try on the things you want to buy, whether it is the lingerie or outer clothes. Is that all right with you?"
When she said that, I stopped and slowly nodded my head. I was still upset and was not able to speak. "Would you like me to pick out some things for you to try on?" Again, I nodded. She pointed me to a dressing room and had me strip down to my skin. By the time she returned, my excited state was evident. "We'll have to take care of this little problem, so that these lovely clothes will fit you properly. Is that okay?"
As I was still unable to speak, I briefly nodded my head. Karen reached up under her dress, removed silky blue panties and then wrapped them around my excited state. After a few minutes of her stroking my maleness through her panties, I exploded. It took several seconds for me to completely climax. By then, Karen's panties were soaked. She went and got a wet wash cloth and returned to clean me up.
Karen asked if I had ever been fitted for a bra before. I managed to say no but it was something that I hoped would happen some day. "Well, no time like the present," said Karen as she held the satiny bra out for me. As I slipped the straps over my arms and shoulders, she asked what my name was. I told her that my parents had christened me Thomas Edward but that I usually went by Tom. "No, no, no. I don't mean your given name. I mean the name you have given yourself when you are dressed as a woman," Karen said. I told her that I hadn't thought of a name.
She thought for a few seconds and then said, "How about Pamela Ellen? I think that would be a nice name for you." I had to agree with her; I liked the sound of Pamela Ellen. She said that, from now on, I was Pamela Ellen whenever I came into the store or when I was dressed. With that, she proceeded to hook the bra, adjust the straps and make sure that the band was snugly under my breasts, slight as they might be. She then inserted two life-like C-sized silicon breast forms into the cups to give me the desired feminine shape that I wanted. The breast forms also gave me the desired heft and bounce in my bra cups the way a woman's breasts did naturally.
"See how nice this bra fits and feels. This is how your bra is supposed to fit all the time. If it is too tight or too loose, you will not get the proper support. Now let's get this garter belt on." With that, she proceeded to fasten a white satin garter belt, with six garters, around my waist. She then had me sit down and helped me with a pair of nylons. "Stockings are so much more feminine than pantyhose," she said as she slid one and then the other up my legs and attached them to the garters.
I was in heaven. I loved feeling the pull of the stockings on the garters as I moved. "It's nice to see that you keep your legs shaved, so that the hair does not detract from the feel of the nylons." Next came a pair of panties that matched the bra and garter belt. When they were in place, my body tingled from feeling their softness. The finishing touch was an exquisite white slip with lace at the bodice and the hem.
Karen looked me over and said "Pamela, that lingerie was made for you. You look great in it. Would you like to try on other things now?" I uttered a weak yes and we continued. However, before we continued, Karen went to the back room and returned a few seconds later with a sanitary pad, which she proceeded to place in my panties. "You might as well be protected just in case you have an accident." She then snugged the panties back around my crotch.
I tried on a matching blouse and full skirt set in blue, a black straight knee-length skirt and white satin blouse with long sleeves and lace around the collar, a long plaid maxi skirt and a red tunic top and a print dress. The last item I tried on was a dress identical to Karen's blue dress, only in green. It was fitted to the waist and then flared out into a full skirt. It was made of a soft material that caressed my body with every movement I made. Karen then had me put on a pair of heels that matched hers. She then had me stand up and move to the mirror to look at myself. From the neck down, I looked great. From the neck up, well…. Karen saw my look of doubt and assured me that she would help complete the picture. She sat me down at a table in the back, placed plastic over me to protect my outfit and proceeded to work on my hair and makeup.
Being a work-at-home computer tech, and earning a nice paycheck, I had let my hair grow until now it hung almost to my shoulders. Additionally, I was fortunate, in that I didn't have any facial hair. I could not have grown a beard even if I had wanted to. As Karen noted with my legs, I did keep my legs and body free from hair.
Karen took her makeup case from her purse and started to work on my face. First the light foundation and powder were applied to my face. Eye shadow was daubed onto my eyelids. My eyebrows were thinned slightly and then mascara was applied to my lashes. Some blush was applied to my cheeks. Finally, Karen lined my lips with a pencil and then filled them in with a bright red lip-gloss. After several coats of the gloss, she looked for something to use for me to blot my lips. Unfortunately (?), the only thing that Karen could find was another sanitary pad. Folding it in half, she had me blot my lips on the surface. I left a nice red lip print in the center of the pad. Karen joked that I should put the pad between my legs. She said that at least I would have a pad colored red just like a woman. I agreed and stood up so that she could place the sanitary pad in my panties along with the existing one.
Karen then started on my hair. Using a brush, a comb and a water bottle, she was able to fashion a passable hairdo for me. When she was done, she sprayed my hair with spray to hold it in place. She also added a few hair clips on each side to hold it in place. "Well that will suffice until we can have all of the proper tools to fix your hair," she said. She removed the plastic and had me walk to the mirror to have a look.
It felt odd walking in heels with two sanitary napkins between my legs and I told Karen so. "Now you know what we women go through for three or four days a month," she said. I got to the mirror and looked at the creature staring back at me. Karen had made me look like a regular woman, not overly beautiful, not overly plain. I looked very feminine in my dress, heels and makeup.
I turned and hugged Karen and thanked her for all of her kindness. She told me that there were still a few things to do to finish my look. She went over to the jewelry section and got a necklace, matching bracelet and clip-on earrings. She also picked up a purse for me to use. She handed me the jewelry and I put it on. I commented that the clip-ons did hurt a little. "That's why we get our ears pierced, so that we don't have to bother with clip-on earrings. Also, there are so many more feminine styles in the pierced earrings," she said.
It was getting late and I told Karen that I should be leaving. "Would you like to wear your outfit home? I can wrap up your old clothes." When she said this, I quickly agreed. We gathered up all of my purchases and took them to the register. Karen had added a few more things to the growing pile of clothes including two long flowing nightgowns with matching peignoirs, one in black and one in white. She also had an outer coat for me to wear. "It is a little chilly at night and you need a proper coat. Also, you should wear a scarf to protect your head," she said as she knotted a colorful silk scarf around my head.
After paying my bill, I thanked her and told her I had enjoyed the evening. She indicated that she had enjoyed it also. She walked me to the front of the store to let me out. Just before leaving, I hesitantly asked if it would be all right to see her again, perhaps on a date. She nodded and said, "If you come over as Tom, we will have to see if Pamela is available. I would like to go out with you, especially when you are Pamela and just be two girls enjoying the evening." She then stepped forward and kissed me lightly on my red lips. We left saying that we would see each other on Saturday. I went home feeling totally feminine in my new clothes thinking about Karen.
Chapter 2
After my initial shopping spree, I started to see Karen on a regular basis. I had called her about that getting together that Saturday and she asked if t would be Tom or Pamela that came by. I said that I was up to her. She said to come as Tom but to bring Pamela with me. "I have enough varied clothes in my closet that will fit Pamela. Just wear a bra and panties," she said. "I'll take care of the rest for the evening." We had a delightful time trying on one outfit after another. Finally, when it was time that I should be returning home, Karen went and got a waltz length pink satin night gown with lace trimming around the scooped neck. She urged me to put it on and stay the night with her. Her night gown was a match for mine only in lilac. This was how many of our evenings ended, with us in bed, attired in matching night gowns, enjoying the sensuous touches of each other on our bodies.
During the year that we had been dating, we did a lot of things. I would go to her place and she would help me to become Pamela. Sometimes, we would just stay in and repeat the experiences of our first date. Other times, we would go out to dinner and to the movies as two girls enjoying an evening out. Sometimes we would really get dressed up in long dresses and go to a concert or a play. In addition to dressing, Karen would have me wear a sanitary pad during the time in the month when she had to wear one. She would kid with me about having me wear a tampon in my feminine cavity, but she never made me use one.
The night before the play or the concert, Karen would start my beauty routine and preparations for the next evening. She would cover me with a pink shampoo cape, wash my hair and set it on rollers. She would then have me wear a hair protector as I slept while my hair dried on the rollers. Next, she would apply bright red polish to my toenails and my fingernails. I then would do her toes and fingers using the same color polish.
When we started getting ready the next day, she would have me wear a pink plastic shower cap while bathing. After I dried myself, I would put on my bra, garter belt, stockings and panties. Karen would again drape the shampoo cape over me and carefully do my makeup and my hair. Once she was finished, she removed my cape and had me finish dressing. There were also times when we would both be wearing shampoo capes and would put each other's hair in rollers. On those occasions, we would be wearing our nightgowns under the shampoo capes. When we were finished, we would remove each other's cape, put on satin hair bonnets and then make long and tender love to each other.
One night about two weeks before Christmas, I was at Karen's and she had me wear the same green dress, heels and lingerie that I had worn out of her store many months ago. She was wearing the same navy dress as then.
After doing my hair and makeup, she led me to the living room and had me sit on the sofa. I smoothed my skirt under me and demurely sat down. Karen then surprised me by kneeling on one knee and producing a small blue velvet box. "Pamela Ellen, I have enjoyed all of our times together from the first time you came into my store and left wearing the lovely green dress that you are now again wearing. I have grown to love you and want us to spend the rest of our days together. I want to see you every day, from morning to night and beyond, as Pamela Ellen. Will you marry me?" With that, Karen opened the box and produced a diamond engagement ring. As she started to place the ring on my finger, I was starting to cry tears of happiness. "Yes," I said as my eyes misted up. We then kissed and hugged each other.
After a few minutes, I looked at Karen and asked, "Which one of us will be the blushing bride wearing the wedding gown and veil?" "Maybe both of us. However, Pamela, I know that I want you to be the blushing bride wearing the beautiful gown and veil, coming down the aisle toward me, looking as radiant as possible. Would that be all right with you?" Again I said yes through tears of joy and happiness. We spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's bodies.
Chapter 3
Karen told me that there was going to be a small Christmas party with some of her friends and associates the next night where we would announce our engagement. She told me that she had a very pretty dress and a very feminine set of lingerie for me to wear. I was concerned about going to the party and meeting her friends. However, she told me not to worry. She had already told most of them about me and how I enjoyed wearing women's clothes. All had accepted the idea without a second's thought. They thought it was great that Karen had found someone that could be soft and gentle and express that through the women's clothes that he wore.
She started doing my hair and nails and then had me do hers. The next morning the routine was the same. After bathing while wearing my shower cap, I dried myself and went to get my lingerie. There on the bed was a gorgeous peach satin set for me. First I put the bra on. It had delicate lace all over the satiny cups. The straps were adjusted so that the bra fit properly and perfectly. My inserts were then placed into the bra. Next, I fastened the garter belt around my waist and pulled up a pair of black nylons and attached them to my garters. My panties soon were in place. I noticed the obligatory sanitary pad there with my underwear, so I put it in my normal place. Then, I had a peach satin slip on my body. The bra, panties and slip all had tons of laces all over. I felt so good wearing them.
Karen came into the room in a similar state of attire, only the color of her lingerie was burgundy. She helped me with my hair and makeup and I did the same for her. Hanging on the door were two satin cocktail dresses, one in burgundy and one in green. Mine, the green one, had a fitted bodice, short sleeves and a gold belt. Additionally, there was a stiff crinoline to help make the skirt stand out. Karen's dress was a match for mine in the style, including the crinoline. We finished dressing and then put on 4-inch stiletto heels that matched our dresses. The crinolines were visible every time we turned or sat down. The feeling of my crinoline moving against my nylon clad legs as I walked sent shivers throughout my body. The heels clicked on the floor as we walked. Picking up our matching evening bags, and wraps, we left for the party.
There were what appeared to be about forty women in attendance at the party, all nicely dressed. I found out that about a third of them were the husbands or boy friends who either had wanted to wear women's clothes on their own or had been "gently pushed" to wear them by their wives and girl friends. Many of the men and women were Karen's customers. During the evening, Karen's friends, both male and female, came up and congratulated us. They all oohed and aahed when they saw my engagement ring. Many complimented me on how nice I looked. I was hugged more times than I could count. At the end of the evening, the group toasted Karen and Pamela and wished them happiness in their upcoming marriage. Comments ranged from my being a June bride to my being a blushing bride. I was told that a woman is most radiant and beautiful on her wedding day. Many assured me that I would be radiant. Some even reminded me to make sure that I followed the bride's adage and have "Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue." In all, it was a great evening being acknowledged as Karen's fiancée and soon-to-be-bride.
Chapter 4
The days rushed by and were filled with one hectic event after another. In January, Karen took me shopping for my bridal gown. We visited several bridal salons looking for the ideal dress. Along the way, we found the gowns that my Matron of Honor, my three bridesmaids and my flower girl would wear. Several of Karen's friends were going to serve as my attendants. Tim, or rather Tammy, the son of my Matron of Honor, would be my flower girl. My Matron of Honor would wear a gown of dark green satin with a straight neckline and puffed sleeves. The full skirt would have a full petticoat under it. The bridesmaids' gowns would be the same except they would be a lighter shade of green. The flower girl would wear a similar style gown in pink satin with the crinoline under the gown's skirt. All, except my flower girl, would wear elbow length gloves and a small matching headpiece. We all agreed that each girl, including myself, would wear a single strand of pearls with matching pierced pearl earrings. As my ears had been pierced for several months, wearing these earrings would be no problem. All of my attendants had been fitted for their gowns for the wedding and were on order.
My search, however, was not as successful. We had tried on various styles including a full-length sheath gown, a tea length gown, a wedding pants suit and several full-length gowns. It was the length was too short, the style did not suit me, the neckline was wrong, the skirt was wrong or there were no sleeves. Finally, at the Today's Brides salon, we found my ideal gown. It was a satin gown, fitted to the waist, with a full flowing skirt. The gown featured a sweetheart neckline, short sleeves and an overlay of netting. Seed pearls adorned the bodice. Satin appliques of bows and wedding bells adorned the hem. The gown required a full bridal petticoat underneath. It was long enough that I would be able to wear 4-inch white heels. Additionally, I would be wearing elbow length white gloves.
I fell in love with it the minute that I saw it. I was even more in love with it after I tried it on. It fit like a dream and would require only minor alterations.
At the same time, I picked out my wedding lingerie. I selected a white satin bustier with garters, white panties with satin appliqued wedding bells at the legs, patterned white stocking with wedding bells and doves and a long white slip with lace and satin appliques on the bodice. Karen liked my choices of lingerie.
My hair had grown and was now kept shoulder length with a little bit of curl. After looking at several veils, I selected one that would have a circle of satin roses and a finger tip blusher. I was ecstatic. One last item that I purchased that day was my trousseau for the honeymoon. Every bride wants to look radiant, not only for the wedding but also in bed that evening after the ceremony as well. I selected three negligees, all in virginal white satin (of course). Each had a sheer peignoir that slipped over the nightgown and tied daintily at the neck with a satin ribbon. The first gown was a long, form-fitting satin gown with spaghetti straps that flowed from my shoulders to my ankles fitting all of my curves in between. The second was a sleeveless flowing long gown with lace and appliques on the bodice and at the hem. The third was another form-fitting nightgown, similar to the first one. However, this gown had lace all over like the second gown. I couldn't wait to get into bed with Karen while wearing any of those nightgowns on our honeymoon.
All I thought of was our wedding day when I would wear this beautiful gown, veil and lingerie and walk down the aisle to meet and wed Karen, my beloved.
Chapter 5
As I lay there in my pink nightgown, I considered all that had brought me to this point. I knew that our wedding day was three weeks away. I would have a final fitting on my gown next week and then bring it home. However, today was the day that Karen had a special surprise treat for me. I got out of bed, took off my sleep cap, nightgown and panties and went into the bathroom. I put on my shower cap and took my morning shower. After drying myself and applying scented bath powder, I put on black panties, my sanitary pad and a black bra. Karen had told me not to wear a garter belt or stockings for now. She also told me not to put on any makeup. I put on a white slip, knee-highs, a plain blouse, a full skirt and heels. I tied a scarf around my head, picked up my purse and jacket and went to meet Karen.
As I got into the car, Karen had an impish smile on her face. When I asked her where we were going, she said it was a surprise. Fifteen minutes later, Karen pulled into the parking lot of a very feminine beauty salon. Karen told me that I should go in and ask for Alison and not to worry. She would pick me up later. Alison had Karen's instructions on all of the treatments I was to receive.
I walked from the car into the salon and asked the young lady at the desk for Alison. She told me to have a seat and that Alison would be right with me. A few minutes passed and a very pretty young lady wearing a pink stylist's smock to protect her outfit came out to greet me. "Well Pamela, are you ready for a full beauty treatment," Alison said? I asked what was to be included and she told me to wait and see. She led me to a small changing room where I removed my skirt, blouse, shoes and knee-highs. Alison then handed me a pink smock and pink slippers to wear. She then introduced me to Kathy and Janet, who were going to do my manicure and pedicure. She would be back when they finished.
With Kathy working on my toenails and Janet working on my fingernails, I was quickly finished. My nails had been filed and acrylic extensions had been put on. Janet had applied two coats of a bright pink enamel to my nails and then when applied a clear topcoat. Just as I finished having them dried, Alison returned.
She took me to her enclosed stylist's station and had me sit down. A pink shampoo cape was then placed over me. Alison then turned me around and gently leaned the chair back until my neck rested on the shampoo bowl. She said that she had been Karen's stylist for years and that Karen had told her all about me. She felt that Karen was so fortunate to find someone like me, who enjoyed being feminine and was in touch with his feminine side. Not only that, we could share wardrobes. Alison thought that sharing wardrobes was special.
She then wet my hair and applied the shampoo. After the shampoo and a rinse, she applied conditioner to my hair and then rinsed again. After lightly drying my hair, she raised the chair back to its regular position. While combing, she trimmed up the ends to even things out. Alison then clipped a dry towel around my neck, and handed me a box of end papers, which I gave her one at a time as she placed perm rods in my hair. She was excited about doing my hair and my makeup for my wedding day. She said that for now, she was just putting a light curl into my hair. Once my head was covered with the perm rods, she went and mixed the solution for the permanent. Before putting the solution on the perm rods, Alison wrapped cotton around my head. She handed me another towel to use to protect my eyes from the solution.
Alison quickly applied the permanent solution to my hair, making sure that each curl was properly soaked. When she completed soaking the curls, she placed a plastic bag over my hair and attached a clip to hold it in place. She set her timer and handed me a woman's magazine to read while the perm took.
Several minutes later, she returned and checked one of the curls. Finding it satisfactory, she proceeded to recline me over the shampoo bowl, removed the plastic bag and applied the neutralizing solution. After a few minutes she rinsed the solution out and proceeded to set my hair. A pink hair net was tied in place and I was placed under the dryer. When I was dry, Alison did my makeup before combing me out.
Finally, she had completed everything and turned me to face the mirror. Everything, hair, makeup and nails were perfect. Alison said "I hope I can do as well for you on your wedding day. However, a week before, you should come in and let me lighten your hair. Also, we an see what styles will be set off by your veil."
"The clothes that you are to wear are now in the changing area. Don't worry about these things that you wore in. Karen will pick them up later." I thanked her and went to change. After taking off the smock and slippers, I put on my matching garter belt and placed the garter tabs on the inside of my panties. Next came a pair of black nylons, which I attached to my garters. A black satin slip was added next. I placed my crinoline on and stepped into my 3-inch black patent heels. Finally, I put on my black satin cocktail dress.
As I was about to zip up the dress, Alison came into to help. She zipped me up and then fastened a gold necklace around my neck. She then handed me gold earrings that looked like little roses and a matching gold bracelet for my wrist. Alison then sprayed perfume on me and handed me my matching black purse. I removed the money to pay for my services and made sure to tip Alison, Kathy and Janet also. I then went outside to meet Karen.
Chapter 6
When I got into the car, I noticed that Karen was also wearing a black cocktail dress and heels. She complimented me on how well I looked. I replied that she looked great also. Karen still had not told me what was planned for the evening, so I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.
After traveling for a while, we came to a nice two story colonial house sitting on a few acres of land. We got out and went to the door. Our hostess, Joanne, the young lady who was to be my Matron of Honor, greeted us warmly, hugging each of us in turn and complimenting us on our appearance. Joanne was wearing a pretty blue silk print jump suit with wide legs that looked absolutely great on her. Tammy, her son, greeted us with a dainty curtsy. He was attired in a nice pale yellow party dress with crinolines, white ankle socks and Mary Janes, the perfect picture of a young girl going to a party. Joanne then led the way to a darkened family room. She stepped aside and let me enter first.
Suddenly, the lights went on and all of the guests yelled, "Surprise!!" The room was decorated with wedding bells and white streamers. A sign at one end of the room said "Congratulations Karen and Pamela." Another sign said, "Welcome to Pamela's Bridal Shower." To say that I was surprised would be the classic understatement. Many of the guests were those that had attended our engagement party earlier.
Karen was beside me as we greeted and hugged the guests. We were greeting an older woman that I did not recognize, even though her appearance had a faint degree of familiarity. Her beauty was still very much in evidence. She wore a tailored gray two piece skirted suit, a white satin blouse and 2-inch heels. Her make up was tastefully done for a woman approaching 50
Karen took my arm and said, "Pamela, I would like for you to meet my mother, Ann Newman. Mom, this is Pamela. I've told you all about her." Mrs. Newman looked me over from and to toe. She then stepped up and gave me a big hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek.
"I am glad Karen found someone with the gentle qualities one usually associates with a woman," Mrs. Newman said. "I think that it is great that she wants to spend her life with you. I wouldn't normally have expected to meet my future son-in-law, or should I say daughter-in-law, for the first time at his bridal shower. I am just so happy for my Karen and for you Pamela."
Joanne then came and had me sit on the guest of honor's chair, which was a regular wing chair with several pieces of white satin draped over it. Karen had taken a seat next to her mother to enjoy my shower. Kimberly, one of my bridesmaids, was busily taking pictures while Joanne's husband Rob, or should I say Roberta, was video taping the entire event.
First of all, Joanne tied a special bonnet on my head. It was actually a piece of white cardboard, cut circular with a hole in the center to fit on my head. White satin streamers trailed down the back. White lace had been placed all around the crown of the bonnet. A white satin ribbon was on the front so that it could be tied on. Additionally, there was white netting attached to the front of the hat to simulate a bridal veil.
After affixing my hat to my head, Joanne looked at me and said, "Pamela, usually bridal showers are when the bride's friends get together and shower her with things she will need in her marriage, such as china and crystal and other household things. However, we figured that since you were to be the bride, that the presents would be different, as you shall see."
With that, she reached for the first package and handed it to me. Wendy, another of my bridesmaids, would be listing all of the presents and who they were from. The first package was from Joanne, Wendy, Kimberly and Michelle, my honor attendants. Michelle told me to carefully remove the bows, as she would use them to make my bridal shower bouquet.
I carefully removed the bow and handed it to her. Then I opened the box. Inside was a gown that was the match for my bridesmaids' gowns. Wendy told me that there was more than just the gown in the box. I found satin lingerie in a light green shade that would go under the gown, three pairs of green stockings and a pair of 3-inch heels dyed to match the color of the gown. I held the gown I front of me as Kimberly took a picture. "We wanted you to have your bridesmaid gown as well as your wedding gown to truly remember your big day," Wendy said.
I then started opening the rest of the presents, making sure that I carefully preserved each bow for Michelle. Each shower gift was an addition to my wardrobe, as each of the guests had gotten me things like a matching bra, panties, garter belt and slip set, a dress, a dressy skirt and blouse, etc.
Finally, I was down to the last two presents. The first was from my future mother-in-law. She commented that her present was not a hint for Karen and I to present her with grandchildren immediately. What I removed from the box was several maternity outfits, including a dressy dress, a denim jumper and blouse, a maternity top and skirt and maternity lingerie, including nursing bras and nursing nightgowns. Ann looked at me and said, "I just wanted you to have something that was unique and that was very, very feminine. Maternity clothes seemed like the best thing since I felt that no one else would get them for you. Enjoy wearing them. Hopefully, some day, you and Karen will need to wear maternity clothes for real."
The last present was from Karen. She came over next to me and gave me a passionate kiss. "I just wanted you to have something unique that was very feminine," said Karen. "I do not want you to consider what was inside as a symbol of your servitude. We are equals in our relationship. It was just something that I wanted to get for me to wear." I opened the box and found four short satin maids' uniforms in black, white, pink and royal blue. There were also two crinolines, two aprons, two maid's caps and two pair of 5-inch black patent spiked heels. I told her that I did not consider them symbols of servitude and that I would wear them with pleasure for the love that she had shown me. Again we embraced in a passionate kiss. Meanwhile, some of the guests good-naturedly kidded us about saving it for the honeymoon.
Pictures were taken of me holding my bridal shower bouquet that Michelle had carefully crafted for me. Other pictures included some of Karen, her mother and I, some of my honor attendants with me, some with the various guests, etc. After playing several typical wedding games, Joanne served the refreshments, which was more like a full buffet dinner.
While we were eating and talking, Ann said that Karen and I could visit any time after we were married. She would enjoy seeing Pamela more often. She also asked me about my wedding gown and how she couldn't wait to see me wear when I walked down the aisle. I asked her if she would like to escort me down the aisle and give me in marriage to Karen, since I did not have any family of my own to do this task. She said that she would be delighted. "It would be my pleasure. I had always wanted to walk my daughter down the aisle at her wedding. However, walking my daughter-in-law down to meet and marry my daughter will be great honor."
Later, when the party broke up, Karen and I hugged all of the guests as they left. We each had a special hug with her mother. Also, Roberta, in a soft print dress with 2-inch heels, and Joanne received special hugs for hosting my wonderful bridal shower. After packing the car, Karen and I said our good-byes and left. As we rode home, Karen asked if I had enjoyed my bridal shower. I told her that I had and I thanked her for arranging it for me.
Epilogue
Being a bride is neat. Finding, selecting and trying on my gown and my veil was an experience I'll never forget. My bridal shower was truly a surprise and a wonderful event. I will have loads of pictures and the video tape that Karen and I can share whenever we wanted to relive the evening. Now, all I have is the final preparations for my wedding including having my hair done and being prepared to wear my beautiful white satin wedding gown and veil and marry Karen. I can hardly wait.
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