The girl that smells like Moonlight

Rose(12)

       I take timid steps into the room, and I'm awestruck by the room. I glance over to the right, and a very beautiful tall woman with long dark hair strides over to me from the shadows, with her heels clicking behind her. As she gets closer, I notice she has a similar ivory complexion to Sheri. A flash of reddish mahogany, and dark chocolate colored gown, comes into view; adorned with lacy, silky material with matching gloves. Her warm hazel gaze locks with mine, and her dark red lips part, as she warmly speaks with her thick European accent, "Oh, right this way, deary." She leads me swiftly to what looks like a ginormous closet room. Her mid-waist curly dark hair sweeps behind her as she hastily starts looking through what appears to be different kinds of dresses. Some similar to her Victorian era style dresses. Others look more like other time periods. Finally, she pulls out a sparkly black dress that looks like it might be a ballroom dress. It has beautiful bright blue roses on the skirt, and the same kind of roses for the straps. It is breathtaking to look at. Her face looks to me for approval. I nod ecstatically. Her darkly colored lips turn up into a smile. She gestures to me and says, "I need to fit this to your body, so I need you to take off that robe please, deary." She drags out a light blue Asian folding screen and a stool. Then places the screen beside me, and the stool beside my feet. Then I slowly start to slide my arms out of the robe. I clutch it to my chest to cover myself up a bit. The woman motions for me to stand on the stool. The chill air of the room brushes against my bare skin. I cross my arms not wanting to have to lose the robe. She extends her hand out to take it. I slowly wretch it away from myself and reach it towards her hands. She grabs it from me and places it on the table.

          She takes out her measuring tape, and turns to me and says, "Please, stand up straight and uncross your arms so I can get your measurements." I nod and do so. I feel my face get hot from the embarrassment of the situation. She measures my height, my arm length, my height , then she wraps it around my hips, it tickles, then up to my stomach. She measures many things. Then she measures my chest, then wraps the tape snugly around my boobs, it tickles. How big does the tape say? I can't quite see it, but I see her jot it down quickly. She measures my head, then she smiles, and asks, "Will you put your arms forward, Deary?" I put them forward and she slides some straps on me, and I feel cool padded silk on my breasts. It is a lacy black bra that matches the dress. I feel her hook it in the back. Then I stick one foot out, knowing what comes next. She slides on the matching panties past one foot. Then I stick out my other foot, and she slides them all the way on. I still feel awkward with her dressing me, but I guess that's how rich people do things. The lacy blue roses on the dress hug the bra's cups, and the hips of the panties. Then I put my arms up. She surprises me by wrapping a light blue corset around my waist. She whispers to relax my body, and I try to. I feel silky ribbons slide across my back, and then she says, "Hold your breath." She places a foot on my back and pulls it tight. I feel choked, I grunt, and then she tugs slightly. Then she says, "Just breathe now, deary." It isn't as awful as I thought it would be. Then she slides the dress over my head, and starts pinning, and sewing things. So she is a seamstress. She swiftly stitches everything tight against my skin. Then she slips lacy black sleeves on my hands. They come up to my elbows. Then she places a lacy black choker, with a blue rose charm dangling from it, against my neck, and then clasps it in the back. She places a hand forward to help me down. Then I sit down on the stool. She slides smooth black heels, with cloth blue roses at the toes, on both of my feet. Then she helps me up and she says, "It is time to go finish your transformation, deary." She leads me over to the other side of the room, where an equally beautiful man, in a tailored red, and gold embroidered suit. Looks like something from probably the same era as the woman leading me over here. He has bright blue eyes, and chin-length ash blonde hair. He smiles charmingly at me. 

        

           There is a long mirror on the wall that stretches out about ten feet to the left. It looks like a dressing room mirror, with the same huge light bulbs. He motions for me to sit in what looks like a salon chair. I sit, and he immediately takes out a big makeup box. Then he takes out a big bag and places it on the bar as well. He opens the bag and pulls out a comb and turns my chair around. He starts combing out my wet hair. Then after he finishes, he pulls out a hair blow dryer. I hear the woman's heels finally click away. He starts spraying some stuff in my hair. Then he pulls out a thicker comb, and then turns on the dryer. I watch my reflection, as he works his way around my head. What I can see of the dress looks amazing on me. My eyes wander to the sleeves, and to the necklace. It just looks so right on me, and the blue rose matches my hair. So do the rose straps. I suddenly stop hearing the blow dryer. He puts the dryer down, and then pulls my hair and starts doing something to my hair. After a while, I realize he's braiding it and pulling it up somehow. After a while he has one big braid on both sides of my head and is pulling it up into a fancy bun. Then he pulls out some small pieces of hair hiding behind both of my ears, and takes a little bit of goo out of a jar that reads hair gel, and curls the pieces of hair on my sides with it. He turns on the dryer, and he dries the hair gel in place. Then he puts all his combs and hair stuff back in the bag. He flips open the makeup box. He turns my chair away from the mirror towards him. Then he puts lotion on my face, then foundation, then quickly gets powder blush, and I close my eyes as he does the eyeshadow. Then within two minutes he finished all the eye stuff. He pulls out lipstick that is a very light pink and then does my lips, he uses lip liner, and lip gloss too. Then he turns me toward the mirror and I'm shocked when I look. He did this that fast? My eyes are glittery and dark. It makes my eyes pop. I look like a princess. I hear heels lightly clicking towards me and I see Sheri walking towards me, she gestures for me to follow her. I get up and follow her into the hallway. I finally feel as elegant as this place. I just hope that she likes this dress on me. It just makes me wonder where we are going on this date.