I could see oodles of lace and petticoats peeking from below the low hemline.I could see oodles of lace and petticoats peeking from below the low hemline. I was appreciative that the model had large breasts that enticed, nothing like my manly mounds. She came back to me, and started pulling a rubbery latex head piece down over the cage like spokes on my head. She had to work it carefully, for it was very tight. I could do very little but try to keep my head still, to assist her in this most difficult task. After she made it past my ears (my ears even fit into it's ears!) it went easier. The piece came down around my cheeks and chin, around my neck, and down around the ring collar around my neck. She spent several minutes working around my neck, pulling here, poking there, fastening this and that. When she was finally finished, she stood back for a long moment and stared. I moved my head around and upwards, straining to see the look on her face, but I could not draw my head back far enough to see above her breast level. She backed off across the room, to a wall table, and grabbed a hairbrush from it. As she turned and came back to me, I could make out her face, a look of determination across it. I could see much was on her mind. She came to me and began brushing my new long hair. I could see wisps of it fly past my eyes as my head was pulled back and forth. My head could only move so far before the ring collar prevented it from moving further. It would come to an abrupt stop when maximum travel was reached. Her brushing done, she went back to the table and grabbed a hand mirror. At last, she gave me a view of myself. My first since this predicament began. She had to hold it for me, since my hands were somewhere on the other side of the wall, doing who knows what. |