The next morning I woke up to the start of my new life. I was a bit sore from the action of the previous evening but I was resolved to make the change. I called Bridgette because I realized I couldn't do it on my own.
"Oh honey," she said, " Finally. I'll try to get you a salon appointment and we'll go from there. Make sure you shave. Your legs are as hairy as a gorilla and your arm pits are well..just disgusting."
Somehow she managed to get me in. The hairdresser had an exasperated look on his face when he saw me. Two hours later, he spun my chair around and I stared wide eyed at my new look. I was floored. I barely recognized myself. Gone was the mousey, dull hair with a few grey strands. I saw a modern style with blond highlights that shone!
"I like love it!" I exclaimed.
"Sweetie, makeup is next." Bridgette said and in came a make up artist. She worked on me for what seemed hours and when she was done, I was stunned by how good I looked. She showed me how easy it was to maintain. I walked out with a huge bag full of make up and hair products.
"Clothes!" Bridgette shouted, "Clothes next!" She practically dragged me to the car.
"Where are we going?"
"I've seen your underwear drawer," she replied, "Wonderful if you're 89 and don't want to get laid. Lingerie first, not underwear honey, lingerie."
She drove to a very discrete store called Elle. It was a beautiful store, stocked with all types of beautiful, elegant and sexy lingerie, all types and styles of bras, panties, sleepwear, chemises, robes with not a cotton garment in sight.
As we entered the store we were greeted by a pretty young girl. She was dressed in a white blouse, her breasts straining the buttons, a black skirt at mid thigh, sheer black stockings and black patent stilettos.
"My name is April. May I help you find something?"
"Yes," said Bridgette, "my friend needs an entire lingerie makeover. Let's start with some new bras."
"I see," said April, turning to me, "do you know your size?"
"38B." I replied.
"Have you ever been fitted for a bra?" April asked.
"No."I replied.
"Let's get you in a fitting room, take your measurements." she said leading us to a fitting room. Bridgette sat down on the lounge.
"Please take your top off so I can measure you." April asked.
"Do I really have to?" I asked. I didn't want show her the dowdy old bra I was wearing.
"It's the only way I can accurately measure you so you get a perfect fit." she replied.
I unbuttoned my blouse. They both stared at my plain, full coverage, wrinkled cups, white bra.
"Oh honey," Bridgette said, " that sight would even turn off a horny teen aged boy."
"To get the best fit, please take off your bra." April asked.
I reached behind by back, unhooked my bra and slid it slowly down exploding my breasts.
"You have great tits honey." Bridgette said, "any man would love to feel you up and suck them if they could get into that dowdy bra."
April stepped behind me. "Raise you arms please." she said. She reached around me tucking the tape just below my breasts.
"36 inches," she said reaching around me again. She gently cupped and squeezed my breasts. It felt strange but very erotic to have a woman touch me that way. She positioned the tape across my nipples and measured again.
"39 inches. You are a 36C. You are wearing the wrong size bra. Your old bra is a 38D not a 38B. No wonder it was wrinkled and looked so bad. What style of bra are you interested in?"
"Style."
"Yes, we have a number of styles for different occasions."
"I don't know. What styles are there?"
"Can I demonstrate on you?"
"Yes." I replied reluctantly.
She moved behind me. I could feel her breasts pushing against my back. She reached around me and scooped up my breasts, gently them caressing them and pinching my nipples. It was a strange but arousing having a woman feel me up.
"A T shirt bra provides the most coverage and support," she said as she lifted and covered my breasts, "it's your everyday bra."
" A balconette gives you support but exposes some modest cleavage. You wear it with a scoop neck top or leave a few buttons undone on your blouse. It looks like this." as she lifted and lowered her hands some cleavage appeared.