Page 23 of He Is My Bride
After Li Ying got his first pair of heels, Anne told him to practice walking in them. No big deal, this was New York: no one cared when Li Ying went grocery shopping in his Louboutins, paired with a hoodie and joggers. He only almost rolled his ankle thrice, and the sores were terrible.
Li Ying had messaged Anne after having taken the heels for their first longer outing.
Li Ying thought it might help to eat more to put on some weight, so that he would get rounder around the edges, but his stomach was bottomless, and he didn’t seem to be able to gain much.
“Hanjun, you have been starving me!” Li Ying lamented as he wolfed down his third serving of fried noodles, finally feeling something like full. “We haven’t been eating enough meat in thishouse.”
“It’s not healthy to eat too much red meat.”
“Your family will think I’m a starving orphan, that poor Li Ying has never even seen a steak! They will never approve of the wretched orphan Li Ying…”
“Do you want to order more food?”
“No thanks, I’m full now. Come, feel…” Li Ying grabbed Hanjun’s hand and put it on his belly. “The food baby!”
What a sweet idiot, Hanjun thought.
While Li Ying could not get a swell to his hip or his breast just by eating more, Anne had him try several kinds of shapewear and bras to find what would give him the most natural curves to fool the eye.
“The padded plunge bra is the foundation of our technique,” Anne explained while doing the back strap for Li Ying.
The bra currently being fitted was a classy black one with lace, in addition to which there were simple nude ones to wear under light-colored clothes, as well as deep plunging ones to use with tops and dresses that had a deeper neckline.
“See, just the bra alone doesn’t create a full shape here,” Anne drew her fingers over the top of Li Ying’s chest, “this is why we have to use breast tape. Let me show you.”
Li Ying’s lean pectorals and what meager fat tissue lay on top were brought up and together with tape, after which the bra was put back on, and suddenly he had something for breasts.
“Now the girls have come out to play…” Li Ying marveled, staring down at his newly created cleavage. “This is insane.” It was amazing what was possible with some gel padding and tape.
“You have to learn how to contour here,” Anne circled her finger over Li Ying’s chest, “to enhance the effect of having a cleavage. I’ll show you how.”
She applied makeup to enhance the illusion of dimension around Li Ying’s breasts, which greatly improved the overall look.
“So, what cup size do I have?” Li Ying asked.
“This is a B.”
“Really? Not an A?” Li Ying felt oddly proud, yet Anne didn’t stop to congratulate him on his rack but proceeded to fit him with the next pair.
“By the way,” Li Ying had noticed the panties on the table, “what about my junk? I’m not huge but... Anne, we should talk about this, right?”
“…Yeah.” Anne was blushing, but she kept her professional voice and a straight face while avoiding looking Li Ying in the eye. “About that, I looked into it. Unfortunately, you can’t wear cute matching undies with your bra all the time.”
“Aww.”
“But I got these control briefs for you.” Anne showed Li Ying a pair of high-waisted black panties. “They’re elastic, and going a size down should enable you to tuck it in and keep it in place. These are also very good for putting hip pads in. We can roll the waist down since you don’t need to flatten your belly. We want to show it off, after all.”
“We do?”
“You are very slim and have such a thin waist it’s honestly unfair. We should capitalize on that and show some midriff where we can, to look sexy.”
“Hanjun likes to hold me there,” Li Ying said and wrapped his hands around his, apparently, enviable waist, “for a good grip, you know?”
Anne closed her eyes in an expert display of patience. “This should help.” She gave Li Ying a brochure: it was aimed at trans women and explained safe tucking techniques.
“Thanks.” Li Ying leafed through the brochure. “…You can push them back into the inguinal canal?!”
