The cold war 35

“Ok, time to get dressed”, Natasha announced rousing Jake from his trance.

Without speaking, Jake nodded before slowly starting to lift himself from the table but and letting out a little cry of pain. 

Slightly shocked he fell back down, quickly lifting his hand, the cause of his pain, up towards his face to investigate.

“Careful now”, Natasha cautioned, “those nails are only glued on, but if you break one it’s still going to be painful”.

In stunned silence, Jake examined his new nails, seeing long glittery monstrosities, extending well past the end of his fingertips.

“Come on, hurry now, we still have a lot of work to do”, Natasha announced in an impatient voice as Jake lay flat on his back with a stunned look on his face, twisting and turning his hand slowly in front of his face trying to process what he was seeing.

Being more careful the second time around, he slowly lifted himself from the table, feeling the cold air on his exposed body and followed Natasha towards the dressing room, where his outfit for the day lay in wait.

“Woah, no way, I can’t wear that!”, Jake declared upon entering the room and seeing what he was expected to wear.

“And why not”? Natasha shot back, obviously expecting some sort of resistance.

“It’s… it’s a wedding dress”, Jake stammered, “what the hell is going on here”?

Natasha folded her arms and stared him down, “A photoshoot”, she announced in a stern voice, “you know this, and I was told you volunteered for this, if you want to leave, you know where the door is”.

“But… this is insane, I’ll look ridiculous, and what are you going to do with the pictures”? Jake replied nervously.

“You will look beautiful after I'm done preparing you”, Natasha answered, “and the pictures go to Danila, what he does with them is up to him, now are staying or going”?

Jake’s head yo-yoed between the exit and the most feminine of garments, his head shooting back and forward three or four times as he started to hyperventilate.

He knew he was trapped, not only were his clothes once again nowhere to be seen, meaning he would be leaving in the studio in the middle of winter in just a pair of panties, but he also knew what it would mean for Bunny and Irina if he did. Bringing his hands to his head, he let out a heavy sigh, “ok”, he said quietly.

“Ok”? Natasha repeated.

“Ok, I will stay”, Jake added, knowing he had no choice.

“Ok, well let's have no further complaints then”, Natasha said nodding”, take a seat on the chair and we’ll finish getting you ready.

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A short time later, Jake found himself in a familiar position, stood perched on a pair of impossibly tall heels, being instructed how to pose while Natasha snapped picture after picture.

Although familiar in many ways, it didn’t make the experience any more comfortable or bearable for the embarrassed young man as he once again caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror at the back of the room.

The image reflected back was that of a rather awkward flat chested bride. Or rather someone dressed as a bride for a costume party as the dress he wore, although white was not something he imagined many real brides would choose to wear, its asymmetrical skirt longer in the back than the front but still barely reaching beyond his knees at its longest point.

The short skirt left his whole lower body exposed apart from the stay-up stockings that now clung to his freshly waxed legs, giving him a  rather cheap slutty appearance. 

Having never worn stockings before, the thin material felt strange, slipping, and sliding across his smooth skin every time he moved but at the same time oddly secure, held in place by the tight elasticated and slightly tacky feeling tops compressing his thighs.

“Left leg back and place your arms like this”, Natasha ordered, showing him the position, she wanted.

Jake silently obeyed, wobbling on his tall heels and glad of the straps tightly strapped around his ankles, for they had already saved him from quite a few tumbles.

“Good, now head up and look straight”, Natasha ordered, lifting her camera back to eye level.

Lifting his head Jake felt sick as he looked upon his painted face framed by masses of extended blonde hair, now styled in an extremely girly way with a tiara sat on top. Through the blonde strands, he could just about see the little pink heart-shaped earrings clipped to his earlobes and once again felt like a complete sissy.

Forced to hold the pose, he examined his face. His eyes dominated the image, his large glued on eyelashes, now trimmed and separated, sprouting out from his eyes and demanding attention below his trimmed eyebrows. 

He felt flushed and embarrassed, but instead of looking beet red, his complexion looked pale and clear after being coated in a thick layer of foundation which only served to emphasise his painted lips.

Bringing his elbows to his side, Jake held out a small white bouquet of flowers in one hand, fanned out his sparkly nails in the other, and wondered what he had ever done to deserve such a cruel and humiliating punishment.

(See image 7.2)

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An hour later, utterly exhausted both physically and mentally, Jake was finally back in the dressing room. Natasha was with him talking about how great the photos had turned out as he sat rubbing his screaming calf muscles, oblivious to what she was saying. Until suddenly, mid-sentence, she stopped abruptly.

“Look at you, little lamb, what a perfect blushing bride you make”, Danila announced entering the room.

Both Natasha and Jake turned to look at the imposing man as he made his way across the room with a huge smile on his face, “well almost perfect”, he added, “I guess you could use a little something to fill out the top of that pretty dress, and that face could be softened a little, after that, I think I could get a good price for you”.

Terrified by his presence and even more so by the comments, Jake began to shake, “you’re… you’re going to sell me”? Jake stammered.

Danila slowly sat down before looking him directly in the eyes, “it’s an option, I do have a client in Texas who is waiting for a bride, but then again, I’m not sure he would like what you’ve got going on between your legs, but we could easily fix that”, he replied loudly, his face deadly serious.

Jake suddenly felt faint, “no... no... please, you can’t, please, I’m begging you, anything but that”, Jake cried feeling sick.

Danila smiled once more, “hmm, well I guess it would be rather expensive and even then you wouldn't be able to provide him with children”, he said tilting his head to one side, “we could go another route I guess”.

“Yes, anything, please, I’ll do anything, just don’t cut off my....”, Jake exclaimed, bringing his sparkly long-nailed hands down to cover his manhood in a very unladylike position.

“Anything you say”? Danila said leaning in, “hmmm, I could use a little help in the office, I guess, you see, my last assistant has recently, let's say, left my services”, he added, “would that position interest you at all”?

Feeling relieved and elated at being given a second option, Jake jumped at the chance, “yes, I’ll be your assistant, I can do whatever you need”.

 “Ok, let’s give it a go, you start Monday”, Danila said while standing up nodding, “Natasha, find our princess here something to wear and make sure she gets home safe, will you”? he added, before walking from the room smiling.