Hell on earth
It was earlier this year, I was following Jane around as she got ideas for wedding dresses. This place was like every imagined wedding shop in every bridal fantasy I've ever had, and it felt like the reaction it was provoking deep inside was writ large on a sign above my head for all the assistants to read. I felt really guilty and uncomfortable in a way I've not experienced since my mid teens.
I actually got ticked off by an assistant for taking the pic, which just made me even more uneasy.





They were beautifully made but proved the point that there is such a thing as too much.
Oh, and
*witty analogy about Catholicism*
It's kinda odd buying your GF/wifey clothes that would normally fall into the tranny fantasy bracket. Wedding dresses, killer heels, etc. Don't give in to the dark side, Becky.
You can of course remind me of this comment in a few years time when I'm swanning around Sparkle in it ;-)
I want it.
Where is this shop, and does it have an American counterpart?
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