Julie York
06-09-2006, 02:54 PM
When Julie Met Marla. (I know some of you have been wanting to know...so here it is.)
I'm writing this in notepad so I hope it doesn't go too wonky when I paste it into the forum.
So anyway....Not long ago the Famous Marla GG and Angel Darling visited the UK and as they were visiting York, well....I am on the toursit guide so they had to come and see me.
It was already decided that I would be allowed to sample the makeup skills of Marla and let her do her thing so I could see what I could look like if I knew what I was doing with makeup.
So we met up and Angel very kindly volunteered to go and get blind drunk on English beer in a local pub (I'm guessing....maybe he went to an educational art gallery:D ) whilst Marla could transform me at my place. I did meet with Angel briefly and looks like someone I could happily have a few beers with but as I am shy about CDing Angel very kindly left me to Marla's persuasive ways.
Now to meet someone you have chatted with on the net (lots) but never actually met is a strange experience anyway. And given the prospect of being made up ("Only if you want to..") I was just slightly terrified, but given that it was all supposed to be relaxed and a bit of fun I kept convincing myself that I wasn't having a heart attack.
Anyway, I met the amazing Marla and we did a bit of tourism and then came the moment of no return. "Would Julie come out to play? Oh go on go on. I don't bite....." etc.
So, suitably shaved and bathed I sat down in drab mode and let Marla go to work. Now the thing is, you know in your imagination how you 'think' it would be if everything were perfect.....You'd be all relaxed....the GG would be all fussing and completely at ease and it would be all such girly FUN! (DanaJ sits forward in her seat..yeah I can see you!!!!)
Well...Marla got her bit right. She was absolutely wonderful and thoroughly enjoying herself. But ...you know that sensation when you go over the top of the rise on a roller coaster and for a split second you are weightless and your brain goes....."Gnaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!".....Well that was ME! Only it didn't last a split second.
Marla was fussing with me and dabbing this and that and smearing this and that (she had a makeup kit bigger than Chicago!) and explaining everything as she tried different colours and told me what she was doing. But I was having a sort of out of body experience. Here I was, after years of hiding this thing, never having anyone see "Julie" ever, sitting down next to a woman who was making up my face as pretty as can be....
"And this is concealer."
"uuh" (Gnaaaaaaaaaargh!)
"Which with your complexion needs to be....
(Gnaaaaaaaaargh!)
"....light brown which brings out the grey of your eyes...."
(Gnaaaaaaargh!)
"....dab it rather than smear it because...."
(Gnaaaaaaaargh)
In fact, now I look back on the ocassion I have absolutely NO IDEA what she said to me as I was too busy hyperventilating.
"...radioactive.....fills in the pores....Nazi Party between 1956 and 58.....blusher usually used...concrete mixer....with your complexion...."
(Gnaaaaaaaargh!)
Anyway eventually .....three days later....(I swear it took more than 12 hours anyway!!!)....she declared that it was all done and to go off and get changed. So I did.....I grabbed a suitable outfit and ran off and got changed as quickly as possible, given that I had lost the use of my fingers and had to keep reading a note I had written for myself which said....."Don't forget to Breath!" And I dressed as fast as I possibly could so that I wouldn't have to think too deeply about what I was wearing, what I was doing, and that there was a REAL LIVE woman in the next room who would see me all dressed up! (Gnaaaaaaaargh!)
Anyway, five minutes later I was all set and did the big "Tadaaaaaaah!" And Marla was just one big smile and said..."ooooh you look so sweeeeeet!" (works for me!).
And then we were all set to do a few photos for the archives when she says, "Oh I should have worn a skirt too! Oooh I KNOW WHAT!" and the cheeky mare starts rummaging in MY drawers pulling out skirts and tops. "Oh that would look nice! OOh and I want to wear your shoes!" This is while I am having a heart attack as I am dressed completely and absolutely enfemme.....(scary enough for the first time in front of someone else)..and secondly she is happily rummaging around in MY SECRET DRAWER THAT NO HUMAN MUST SEE" like she was my demented little sister. Anyway she finally found something she liked and skipped off to get changed whilst I gulped as much lager down me as possible and read my note to myself "Don't forget to BREATH!" and then she came back and we took lots of photos, most of which made one of us look ugly, several of which were blurred and lots of which were just very silly.
And then we got drunk. And then Marla got more drunk. I think we had a meal at some point but although my body was sitting all dressed fem with a tray on my knee delicately eating so not to smudge my lipstick...my soul was hovering somewhere around Mars in fright. But that might have been the vodka..it all got a little blurred.
Oh yeah.....and here's some photos.
Many thanks to Angel, Marla GG and the doctor who revived me.:thumbsup:
I'm writing this in notepad so I hope it doesn't go too wonky when I paste it into the forum.
So anyway....Not long ago the Famous Marla GG and Angel Darling visited the UK and as they were visiting York, well....I am on the toursit guide so they had to come and see me.
It was already decided that I would be allowed to sample the makeup skills of Marla and let her do her thing so I could see what I could look like if I knew what I was doing with makeup.
So we met up and Angel very kindly volunteered to go and get blind drunk on English beer in a local pub (I'm guessing....maybe he went to an educational art gallery:D ) whilst Marla could transform me at my place. I did meet with Angel briefly and looks like someone I could happily have a few beers with but as I am shy about CDing Angel very kindly left me to Marla's persuasive ways.
Now to meet someone you have chatted with on the net (lots) but never actually met is a strange experience anyway. And given the prospect of being made up ("Only if you want to..") I was just slightly terrified, but given that it was all supposed to be relaxed and a bit of fun I kept convincing myself that I wasn't having a heart attack.
Anyway, I met the amazing Marla and we did a bit of tourism and then came the moment of no return. "Would Julie come out to play? Oh go on go on. I don't bite....." etc.
So, suitably shaved and bathed I sat down in drab mode and let Marla go to work. Now the thing is, you know in your imagination how you 'think' it would be if everything were perfect.....You'd be all relaxed....the GG would be all fussing and completely at ease and it would be all such girly FUN! (DanaJ sits forward in her seat..yeah I can see you!!!!)
Well...Marla got her bit right. She was absolutely wonderful and thoroughly enjoying herself. But ...you know that sensation when you go over the top of the rise on a roller coaster and for a split second you are weightless and your brain goes....."Gnaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!".....Well that was ME! Only it didn't last a split second.
Marla was fussing with me and dabbing this and that and smearing this and that (she had a makeup kit bigger than Chicago!) and explaining everything as she tried different colours and told me what she was doing. But I was having a sort of out of body experience. Here I was, after years of hiding this thing, never having anyone see "Julie" ever, sitting down next to a woman who was making up my face as pretty as can be....
"And this is concealer."
"uuh" (Gnaaaaaaaaaargh!)
"Which with your complexion needs to be....
(Gnaaaaaaaaargh!)
"....light brown which brings out the grey of your eyes...."
(Gnaaaaaaargh!)
"....dab it rather than smear it because...."
(Gnaaaaaaaargh)
In fact, now I look back on the ocassion I have absolutely NO IDEA what she said to me as I was too busy hyperventilating.
"...radioactive.....fills in the pores....Nazi Party between 1956 and 58.....blusher usually used...concrete mixer....with your complexion...."
(Gnaaaaaaaargh!)
Anyway eventually .....three days later....(I swear it took more than 12 hours anyway!!!)....she declared that it was all done and to go off and get changed. So I did.....I grabbed a suitable outfit and ran off and got changed as quickly as possible, given that I had lost the use of my fingers and had to keep reading a note I had written for myself which said....."Don't forget to Breath!" And I dressed as fast as I possibly could so that I wouldn't have to think too deeply about what I was wearing, what I was doing, and that there was a REAL LIVE woman in the next room who would see me all dressed up! (Gnaaaaaaaargh!)
Anyway, five minutes later I was all set and did the big "Tadaaaaaaah!" And Marla was just one big smile and said..."ooooh you look so sweeeeeet!" (works for me!).
And then we were all set to do a few photos for the archives when she says, "Oh I should have worn a skirt too! Oooh I KNOW WHAT!" and the cheeky mare starts rummaging in MY drawers pulling out skirts and tops. "Oh that would look nice! OOh and I want to wear your shoes!" This is while I am having a heart attack as I am dressed completely and absolutely enfemme.....(scary enough for the first time in front of someone else)..and secondly she is happily rummaging around in MY SECRET DRAWER THAT NO HUMAN MUST SEE" like she was my demented little sister. Anyway she finally found something she liked and skipped off to get changed whilst I gulped as much lager down me as possible and read my note to myself "Don't forget to BREATH!" and then she came back and we took lots of photos, most of which made one of us look ugly, several of which were blurred and lots of which were just very silly.
And then we got drunk. And then Marla got more drunk. I think we had a meal at some point but although my body was sitting all dressed fem with a tray on my knee delicately eating so not to smudge my lipstick...my soul was hovering somewhere around Mars in fright. But that might have been the vodka..it all got a little blurred.
Oh yeah.....and here's some photos.
Many thanks to Angel, Marla GG and the doctor who revived me.:thumbsup: