yellow bridesmaid

My girlfriend when I was in uni was sort of tolerant of me dressing up.  I was skinny and cute back then too, so she had a bit of fun dressing me up and making me over a few times.

In the holidays she left a load of her dresses round at my house, so whilst the cat was away, the mice certainly played.

She had this lovely pale lemon coloured 80's bridesmaid dress (which was where the whole bridesmaid thing started for me) that was hanging up in my wardrobe that was extremely tempting.  Too tempting!

I actually took a bunch of photos of me dressed up - which was pretty brave given that everything was film back then.  I remembered to scan a few of them before I chucked the originals away.

This dress was awesome - a really lovely light yellow satin taffeta with a nice big bow at the back.  The large puffy sleeves were lined with netting too, which kept them big and puffed out.  Bodice was boned and well shaped and had a lovely basque waist.  There was a lovely 4 layer net petticoat which was stiff and pouffy.  Just about perfect.

Anyway, plenty of adventures in that dress.  I usually waited until it was late before driving out in my car - in hindsight, you can see a lot inside a dark car at night in a big city.  Ah well - it's not as if anything happened.  

I used to drive out to wedding shops, park outside and look longingly in at the huge dresses of the early 90's.  I used to dream of being accidentally locked in a big wedding dress shop naked....you can imagine the rest.  

I once walked around the university like this - actually this photo might have been the day I did it. I waited until it was late 2 or 3am, it was the summer holidays so no students about - those days the campus was open and there were only a few cameras about - I'd imagine they were pretty crappy quality too.  I parked up and just wandered about the huge campus.  Over quads, past the library, outside the union, by the bars - everywhere.   It was such a good feeling that I forget about the time and it started to get light as it does in Europe.  I was suddenly aware of being dressed exactly as you see about but on the wrong side of the campus and it was dawn.  

I had to hustle on, cutting through the large campus, dress billowing up behind me like Scarlet O'Hara in gone with the wind.  High heels clacking - I was really worried that I would get spotted.  I might have been for all I know..

I got back to the car as the campus security patrol car came into the carpark, I nonchalantly started the car and drove off...leaving them wondering...well, I don't know, I didn't hang about.

I then realised I had to drive through the city just as regular life was starting up for the day...  The sun was up and I had a problem!  And then should I survive the car journey, I had to get back into the house dressed up like a prom queen.  

What had I done?!   

This theme of being forced out into the open in dresses and the thrill of being maybe seen/caught has never left me..

Pink Bridesmaid challenge

Remember I told you about my pink taffeta bridesmaid dress?

I wore it with huge petticoats and usually made myself up to the nines.  It rustled like nothing else - it was awesome - 80's prom queen.

Not exactly subtle, but that wasn't the point!

One night, I was all alone in the house and I had 'bright' idea.  I dressed up, tight lacing corset first, stockings (of course) - makeup, wig, high heels, girly jewellery - the lot.

I lived in a very small country village at the time, so I thought bit of late night enforced walking would be in order.

I left handcuff keys and spare car keys in the garden, took the cuffs with me and drove out.  I parked the car in a deserted back lane a fair walk  - maybe a mile - from my house.  It was 1am and I was still nervous of being caught - this was my neighbourhood and I knew most people.

The desire for the humiliation of a forced cross dressing 80's prom queen adventure got the better of me and I grabbed the cuffs, quickly locked the keys in the car and before I could back out, cuffed my wrists behind my back.

I now had to walk down pitch dark lanes, past village houses and back to my house to get the keys dressed up in a pink bridesmaid dress, heels with my hands handcuffed behind my back.  I'd then have to walk back to the car, having unlocked my cuffs so I could get the front door keys and drive it back.

I stood there, the wind was blowing and my dress was billowing nosily around my legs - the net of the many petticoat layers frothing about and I wondered if I gone too far.  It was a bit late for that - I was well and truly stuck.

I started to walk, heels clacking on the road, terrified of a car coming.  I stopped every few minutes to listen out for cars or people, but everything was so quiet.    I kept on walking, past the houses of people I knew, their houses dark at this time of night, but even so, a very odd experience.  Further and further into the village - in some ways with more places to hide should someone come, but in other ways, more risk.  I had no choice in the matter and on I went.

Suddenly, a faint noise in the distance.  A car.  Now this very small village is criss crossed with lots of roads and I couldn't tell which direction it was yet.  I was aware that running would be a very bad idea as I was corseted, in a massive heavy dress with a dozen layers, wearing high heels and hands cuffed.  I was frozen to the spot, right out in the open, trying to work it out - do I hide, or carry on?

I chose to hide, picking a big house with a long drive to get off the road.  I hoped the car wasn't coming in here!  I stood behind a tree for ages, waiting but it was a false alarm, the car made its way off to wherever it was going and did not pass.

I was nearing home - I tottered down a steep hill and then into the driveway.  I fetched the kets, relieved to be out of the cuffs.

But now I had to walk back to the car again to get the car open, the front door keys and drive myself home.

I put the spare car key into the bra pocket of the corset, clinging tightly to the handcuff key, I locked them back on just for fun, in the front this time, and walked back to the car, just enjoying the feeling of freedom from being outside in a big dress and the kink of being cuffed.