Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 14.

I found myself staring at the bed. The dress was stunning. There was a complete set of lingerie, including corset, white stockings, an elaborate suspender belt, and waist high panties. While a part of me was reeling in panic, another equal part was intrigued.

The wedding dress almost called to me. “You know you want to…”

I stepped back into the bathroom. The make up was laid out neatly. Sylvia knew exactly what she was doing. How could anyone resist this. More to calm myself than anything else I picked up a moisturizer and massaged it into my face. What on earth was I to do?

The deal with the advertising agency was likely the deal of a lifetime. It was a natural no brainer, but was the price my own humiliation? And was that price too high? Or was this what I wanted, at some level deep down in my soul.

I worked with the foundation, then some blush. My eyes are one of my best features and applying a dark blue sheen to the lids calmed me. Some mascara, a little toner at the sides of my face. While I worked at my make up to settle my mind I turned over possibility after possibility, and only when I found I had finished applying lipstick did I realize, of course, I had already made up my mind.

I put on the false eyelashes, so carefully prepared by Sylvia. I wondered how long she had taken…