RetroXotique

On Saturday she awoke with a headache and looked at her watch, and to her horror found she had slept through until 2 O’clock, she had to get to Anne’s to have her make up done, she stood up slowly, undressed from her creased work clothes, took some aspirin, took a rapid bath, threw on jeans and tee shirt and rushed out of the flat. At the bus stop she caught a bus to the city centre and then another out to Anne’s house. She found the house easily and knocked on the door, Anne the makeup lady welcomed her in they started to discuss her makeup. "So you are going to ‘Tramps and Tarts’ night are you" said Anne "What is your costume like", Priscilla gave her a brief description of a the white low cut frilly blouse, uplift bra, tight belt, tight black satin skirt and high heels, for some reason which she could not explain, not mentioning the height of the heels or the corset. "Right," said Anne "I think I know the effect you are after ", Anne then laid out her cosmetics and then said "I’ve got just the thing" She rushed out the room and soon came back with a small box.

"False nails" she said "Mine are pretty long, I know but these are extra long from when I was younger in the 60’s". She opened the box and took out one the false nails which were over an 2" long, Priscilla was not so sure, but Anne had already applied glue to one of her first fingernails and was continuing onto the rest, when she applied glue to all the nails of one hand she carefully laid on each of the false nails, and when she was finished, Priscilla had a set of talons on her hand. Ann repeated the operation of her other hand and told Priscilla to hold her hands out straight until the glue dried. 



Anne then stood up and pinned Priscilla’s hair up high on top of her head and then sprayed on lots of hairspray. Priscilla watched in the mirror as Anne then covered Priscilla’s neck and face in a thick whitish powder and then started on Priscilla’s lips "I’ve chosen the brightest red I could find" she said and Priscilla watched in fascination as she started outlining her lips using a large pencil. Anne then filled in her lips with a lipstick and then turned to Priscilla’s eyes, first she stuck on bigggg false eyelashes and loads of deep black mascara, she then plucked out Priscilla’s eyebrows for what seemed like an age, then using a thin black eyebrow pencil to give her high new ones. Anne then started on her eyelids, seeming to Priscilla to brush on more mascara than was possible. To finish her face off Anne applied a matching rouge to the lipsticks heavily along Priscilla’s cheekbones. "There how’s that" said Anne as she stood back. 

Priscilla was amazed and slightly shocked, she hardly recognised herself, the face looking back at her in the mirror was a different but very attractive woman. "that wonderful Anne, just what I wanted" replied Priscilla. "One more thing" said Anne "The nails, they should be fixed firmly now" and she then adeptly painted each fingernail in a bright red matching the lipstick. Anne then packed all the makeup in to a carrier bag and handed it to Priscilla, saying "Use these later to touch up before you go out". Priscilla thanked her and tried to offer her money at least for the makeup. Anne firmly said "No", explaining that she had enjoyed herself, and she had so many free samples she would be glad to get rid of some. On the way out, she asked Priscilla to wait a minute, went up stairs and came back downstairs with some long dangly red earrings and handed them to Priscilla saying that they would be just the job to complete the effect, Thanking Anne again, Priscilla, left the house, and jumped on a bus. 

On the bus ride back to the bedsit, Priscilla got some strange looks, from the other passengers, but she was more concerned with the time. It was now 4 O’clock and she had only 4 hours to ‘slowly’ lace the corset down to 20", put on the rest of the costume and somehow in the shoes and tight corset get to the tennis club for 8 O’clock. 

She got to the bedsit, undressed and repeated the dressing routine of Thursday, night , the bra, the slip, the stockings, the garters, the shoes, extra tightly laced , the corset, the only thing that caused her any problem was the long red talon like nails, which she was totally unused to, kept getting in the way and made her clumsy at every step. When she was finished she tottered over to the lacing hook. Everything was going to plan as she slowly laced the corset up with several rest breaks until she got to about 22". She then found that as on Thursday night, she could not get enough purchase on the lino with the ‘ballet’ toes of the shoes and found that she could not lean forward enough to lace the corset past 22" without losing her footing, she slipped down on to one knee several times before, she admitted defeat. Priscilla tied of the laces and slowly sat down on a kitchen chair , as best as the corset and shoes would let her, to consider her situation. After a while she looked up at the hook in the ceiling and had an idea, she stood up, very unsteadily, staggered slightly until she regained her balance and tottered over to the bed and with some difficulty and complaints from her waist in the corset, lowered herself down beside it. She reached under the bed and dragged out her suitcase and took off the adjustable strap, that would stop it bursting open. She then dragged herself upright, breathing heavily, grabbed her umbrella and tottered back to the lacing hook, removed the adhesive tape and tottered to under the ceiling hook, pushing the table to one side. Priscilla adjusted the length of the strap slightly and used the umbrella to pass the strap over the ceiling hook, she then hooked one end of the lacing hook onto the strap and was then ready to start. She untied the laces from around her waist and reached up to hook them over the dangling lacing hook. Priscilla grabbed the table for support, bent her knees and pivoted downwards on ballet shoe toes until her full weight was taken by the laces. She then slowly swung, from the laces, pulling the slack through as fast as she could, but feeling the compression increasing on her waist much faster than she would have liked, and her waist complaining with sharp stabbing pains as it was being crushed to rapidly. After a minute the pain was getting to much and she had to stop, hoping her waist was now small enough for the skirt. She grasped the laces with one hand, and heaved her now totally rigid body onto the table, rolled over and slid off the table bending her knees to bring the heels and the toes in contact with floor so that she push herself upright. Her breath was coming in short, heaving pants and she had to stand, very still and quiet until her breathing returned to normal. Her tiny waist was complaining the whole time, but Priscilla knew she could do nothing about it if she wanted to get the skirt on. She slowly tottered over to the mirror and turned to see that she still had nearly an inch gap at the waist and she hoped that she get the skirt to fasten. She picked up and donned the frilly blouse and had great difficulty fastening the small buttons as the long nails got in the way, examining herself in the mirror she gasped a little as the tightness of the corset had thrust her breasts even higher and they wer only just contained by the top of the blouse which now very tight and with breast clearly defined through the thin material. Next, dreading the thought of the ordeal, Priscilla dropped the skirt to floor and lowered herself down after it. She repeated the manoeuvre of Thursday night and with relief found that she could close the zip and with a lot of effort, do up the three buttons at the waist band. She heaved herself up again, and her waist was now really beginning to complain as were her ribs from unequal struggle as they tried to expand to let her take any sort of a breath against the rigid bones in the top of the corset. She again had to stand very quietly for several minutes until her breathing calmed. At last she could continue, as time was getting on. She clasped the belt around her waist and found that she could now tighten it to the 5th notch. 

She looked in the mirror and found that she needed to touch up her makeup which was a bit of mess in places due to her exertions, before continuing Priscilla took the time to appreciate her reflection, her corseted waist looked tiny, emphasised by the wide patent belt, and her large hips stood out with a 20" hip spring, smoothed by the satin skirt which tapered rapidly to below her knees, above her waist the blouse widen rapidly to a formidable bosom which still block her view downwards of her waist and shoes. She could hardly believe that it was really her. She then got back to repairing her makeup, finding the white powder in Anne’s bag, she touched up her face and then continued down to her breasts and cleavage, she then dabbed on some more lipstick and rouge but left her eyes alone as they seemed OK. Priscilla took some time putting on Anne’s long red dangly earrings as she did not wear earrings very often, then she put the large bracelet and the wide glittery necklace / choker which was so deep that she found that she had to keep her chin up to stop it digging in. Looking at the time again she grabbed a scarf and covered her hair, feeling it’s solidity due to the hairspray, rammed the make up bag into her handbag and turned slowly relieved to find that she could walk in the skirt just about to the limit of the allowed stride of the ballet toed high heeled shoes. She tottered and minced slowly over to the door fighting against the severe tightness of the skirt from thigh to just above the knee. Trying to ignore the increasing pain coming from her waist, Priscilla put on her longest coat and buttoned it up to the neck, not really wanting to be seen in the outfit by anyone on the way to the tennis club. 

After locking the door Priscilla found her first problem, she could not get down the stairs, the skirt would not give her any leeway to stretch out and the shoes would not let her rotate her ankle enough to set down. She tried first with leading with one foot and then the other. To give herself more room she took her long coat, eventually she found the best way to proceed was to turn backwards on to the stairs, take her wait on the banister using her arms, bend her knees, point her toes over the next step and lower herself down with her arms. At the end of the first flight down she was breathing heavily and her head was spinning, Priscilla leant against the wall and stood quietly, waiting for her breathing to calm, she tried to ease the pain at her waist by rubbing it, but it had no affect through the stiffness of the corset. When she felt better she started on the next flight, down to what she had assumed was an empty flat, but tonight a light was showing through the glass above the door. She did not want any attention and so she tried to get down the next flight quickly and quietly, everything was going well until she heard a noise a the door of the flat which panicked her and she missed her footing and fell the last 3 steps to the landing with a clatter. The door of flat opened and a man came quickly out, seeing Priscilla on the floor in the halflight, he reached down to help her up, grasping around the waist, Priscilla face down felt him lift her and was mortified that he would feel the corset and thought to say no leave me, but was again so short of breath could only manage a few coughs and wave her arms. The man who must have been strong, picked here up easily and ignoring her protests, took her back into his flat. In the flat he laid her down on the sofa and stood back to appraise, taking in her costume from head to toe. A few seconds later, he said "Let me introduce myself, I am Paul Coleman and you must be the new occupier of the bedsit at the top", Priscilla nodded and getting her breath back and seeing his slightly bemused smile, introduced herself and then she quickly proceeded to tell him all about the tennis club ‘Tramps and Tarts’ night and went on to tell him, how she was new committee member, how Gerry the Social Secretary had asked them all to make an effort on their costumes, how she desperately wanted to make a good impression. Paul looked her up and down again and said "I have no doubt that you will certainly make an impression in that outfit and I must say you look fantastic in it, but dot you think, you are overdoing a bit". Priscilla replied that she did not know if she was or as she had never been to anything like this before and that she had decided on her costume from the poster and from overhearing a conversation between a woman called Alex and another woman in the locker room. At this Paul said "Oh I can imagine what Alex would wear" with a knowing smile and then told Priscilla that he also was a member at Kingsway Tennis Club, but had not been down much in the last year. 

Paul said nothing for a time, and then after looking at Priscilla’s costume again, said "Look, would you like me to accompany you tonight, that is if nobody else is taking you ? ", Priscilla was slightly taken a back by the request, back at home nobody had really taken any interest her, especially someone like Paul who was Priscilla thought a good looking man, Priscilla not believing her luck, then started to ramble, saying that she thought by, by his stares at her costume, that she had gone over the top and she did not want to embarrass him, and he really did not have to. Paul interrupted her and said firmly" Priscilla, in that costume, you are every mans fantasy, you are certainly mine, I notice every woman with high heeled shoes and yours are the highest and sexiest I have ever seen, your tight skirt hints at everything while revealing nothing, your tiny waist is unbelievable and you should be proud of it and your bosom will make every woman who requires a wonderbra to make a dent green with envy. Seriously Priscilla it will be an honour to be seen with you tonight". Priscilla did not know what to say, but it was obvious that Paul was impressed with her outfit and so she agreed. 

Paul then rushed about creating a tramps costume for himself while Priscilla lay rigid on the low sofa, the corset not allowing her to get up, even if she wanted to. Paul came back attired as a tramp in a ripped vest, baggy trousers, tired old trainers and a floppy hat. "Right lets go" he said and walked towards the door. "Err, I have a bit of problem, I cant get up in this corset and skirt" said Priscilla. "Wow" said Paul "That thing must be really tight", he strode over and picked up Priscilla easily and set her down on her feet. Priscilla tottered slowly over to a mirror, to check her make up and noticed Paul watching her backside on every pace with a passion and was secretly very flattered. Seeing nothing amiss with her face she moved towards the door and outside said "Another problem" said Priscilla "I cant get down the stairs", No problem" said Paul and lifted her again and carried her down the stairs, out of the door and set her down by the door of his car. "I have a feeling you wont manage to sit in the front seat" said Paul "Hang on", he opened the front and rear door, wound the front seat back flat, turned and picked her up again and inserted her precisely feet first through the back door so that her legs lay on the front seat and her body lay on the back seat. Paul closed the doors, jumped in himself and they drove off towards the tennis club. On the way they found out a bit about each other, but Paul was more interested in her costume so she described how she assembled and in brief the work she had put in getting the 20" waist. Paul was gushing with admiration for every thing about the costume, her make up, her bosom, the tight skirt and the shoes, but mostly about her waist and the corset.