By Marie Greene
It took me a few weeks of frustration and missed starts before I came upon my “GIRL GUIDE.” After several weeks of searching under various terms located the Web site of a Make-Up Artist who also did photo shoots a few hours away. Made an appointment and began preparations including culling my wardrobe and purchasing a special outfit. On my arrival day was met by the “artist”, an extremely friendly and lively woman who shortly, I would learn was totally understanding and highly supportive. I was thrilled but also a little anxious as I entered this new world. It was now time to get serious and name this budding feminine creature that was coming alive in me.
After a few minutes of chatting with a glass of wine in hand, I began the conversion from “Bruce” to Marie. Shave, shower, dusting powder, wig, lingerie, and dressing gown followed by a full professional make-over. Then we selected several outfits beginning with casual walking-out togs, moved to day dresses, then a stylish business suit, a wonderful cocktail number all with the appropriate jewelry, accessories, shoes and purses. There were camera shots galore, some posed but many candid, as Marie transitioned from the casual afternoon shopping outfit through each of the progressively more feminine images.
I was in seventh heaven as someone coined ages ago. We eventually graduated to an off the shoulder low bodice ball gown with matching shawl. Did I tell you the background music during the journey evolved to match the mood setting of each outfit? Totally enticed by this new and wonderful world changed back to a nice up-scale shopping outfit and departed for a light dinner at a warm, friendly and cozy restaurant. The three of us – my guide’s husband had joined us for dinner. Then a walk along the lakeside boardwalk with the evening breeze gently blowing my skirt and caressing my well-rounded breasts with just a touch of cleavage showing. The clicking of our heels was the musical backdrop. The night was not over!! After Brad –the husband went back to work we girls headed to the Studio and another chapter of delight and femininity waited me although I was unaware at the time and due to the trance of euphoria I was in. Nothing could be better I thought. I proved to be delightfully incorrect.
Upon pulling up at the studio my “Girl Guide” suggested I take a leisurely “Soak” and she would be back in 45 minutes for another training lesson. Before ascending the stairs to her studio, she chirped over her shoulder that I would find everything a lady needed in the bath off the studio and was welcome to avail myself of anything and everything. She finishing up with the reminder she would be back in 45 minutes and expected to fine a perfectly smooth skinned and moisturized “Marie” waiting for another chapter in femininity. With these cheerful directions ringing in my ears, I slipped off my heels dangled them in one hand and with purse in other flew up the broad stone steps.
As I entered the bath-suite, and that was what is was – the lights slowly came on and climbed to a pleasant pinkish hue and soft music filled the air. I was stunned and captivated. Taking one last-long look in the full-length wall mirror, I slowly removed the walking-out dining outfit carefully hanging it on a cushioned perfumed hangar. There were several. Each displaying a separate article of intimate apparel, including a short pink dressing gown, and a floor length black satin sleeping gown and matching black negligee. Next to this mini-alcove was velvet covered cushioned stool. On it laid a black bra and panty plus a pair of Barely-Black thigh highs. The tub had been half drawn and the water was barely warm, so on with the hot water tap turned full force and a bottle of bubble bath perched on the side. While waiting for the tub temperature to slowly climb to a comfortable level, another quick face cleaning and shave, then slid into the tub with its foaming delightful smelling blue liquid. There was a small light pink tinted booklet – its title in exquisitely crafted in calligraphy – “How to be a Girl”.
Only a quick perusal was allowed as a mere twenty minutes were left before my hostess would return. Gingerly stepped out of the porcelain tub and using the giant sized pink bath towel, dried and powered my smooth skin paying particular attention to my shoulders, throat and cleavage area. Then on with the lacey bra and equally lacey panties followed by carefully rolling the thighs highs up taking special care not to the cause a run in these gossamer encasements. Then the black heels and the thigh length dressing gown. Just as I was brushing my hair I heard the chimes from the studio door and the cheerful voice of my hostess calling my name –Marie are you decent -. I quickly chirped back a positive reply and entered the Studio and took a seat in the makeup chair where my face again become a palette of femininity and if I may say so, when finished quite Glamorous.
Later as I stood in front of the full-length mirror once more, my hostess came behind me and wrapped a black satin and bone corset around my waist and began working the laces. She had me turn way from the mirror as she was performing this piece of magic. When finished she added a pearl necklace, matching dangling earrings, ring and bracelet to the fabulous cocktail dress we had found during our earlier shopping excursion. A cloud of perfume from the Crown of my carefully casually brushed hair down to my now naturally enhanced cleavage. Then I was allowed to gracefully turn back to the mirror which she had now opened to it three full panels size. A vision of femininity in spirit and body shown back. I was flabbergasted at the level of artistry my hostess had achieved and absolutely taken back by MARIE ANNE.
More photos were snapped in the studio under different lighting and poses. Lastly, I was guided to a nearby bed and directed to disrobe down to lingerie and verbally directed to strike several “GIRL” poses, while my hostess snapped pictures in a rapid suggestion. She then exited the studio and before turning off the light wished me a night full of wonderful dreams. Luxurious in the memories of the day and evening I drifted off to a restful sleep wondering what lay in the future for Marie.
I fully appreciated the total adventure into the world of femininity and I knew I would have to return to this part of life’s experience, however did not know when, how or if.