Jess

I knew Jess for a long time from the club where we both played field-hockey. She was fine built and athletic. She always played and flirted with the guys around, but she never seemed to get involved in a relationship. In my mind Jess was way out of my league and being not very experienced in love, I only looked at her.

It was since a few months that I saw Jess regularly at the end of the afternoon at the supermarket close to my home. After weeks with looks, smiles and a shyly: “hi”, we had some small talk. It became clear that the supermarket was on her way home from work.

Then one Saturday, while I was sitting at the bar at the hockey club, I saw Jess and her team coming in after winning their match. Jess was one of the best players of her team and she was fooling around with her teammates. When I heard her talking, I thought to hear a lisp and when I took a better look, I saw some silver glittering in her mouth. After a while they all sat down and when Jess saw me, she smiled widely, showing definitely some silver in her mouth. As we were to far apart to talk, I grabbed my phone and send her a message: “you… braces???”

Almost immediately after I hit the send-button, she took her phone to look the incoming message. Then she smiled even more widely, showing shiny braces on her lower jaw. When she opened her mouth I also saw some silver behind her front teeth.
“You like what you see?” came back as a response.

May be it was because of the few beers I’ve had, but I replied in a way I never could have expected from myself regarding my love-life and my experience in relations: “Yeah, you look so cute and sexy with the braces.”

“Thanks? Want to see more?”

Completely unaware of my comfort zone and not thinking about my reply, I sent back: “Yes and close up please ?”.

Within moments Jess stood up and grabbed something from her bag, that I couldn’t see. Three seconds later she was right in front of me. She smiled meekly, showing small hints of the magical silver in her mouth, when she said: “Tho you like giwlth with bwatheth?”

I was a little overwhelmed by her directness and her enormous lisp, so I just froze and stared at her; my normal reaction when a nice girl said something nice to me.
But Jess didn’t wait for me to wake from my frozen state and continued: “Tho you wanted to thee a clothe up of my bwatheth? You mutht be wondewing why I have thuch a big lithp. Well, the lithp is cauthed by thith tongue cwib”. At that moment she opened her mouth and I got a clear view of a huge tongue crib. I didn’t see many tongue cribs before and I never saw one in real life, but the one in Jess’s mouth seemed bigger than I had ever seen on videos.

Still smiling with a cheeky wink in her eyes, she said: “Nithe  ithn’t it? It might take thome time to get uthed to, but I think it’th worth the thacwifithe.”
I still couldn’t believe what I saw or what I heard, so without waiting for my response Jess kept going. “They although gave me thith one. What do you think? Do I thtill look cute and sexy with this?”

And before I was well aware what was happening, Jess shove a facebow in her mouth and connected a neckstrap. The facebow fitted so nice between her lips and didn’t hinder her lips at all, like it always have been there.

“How do you think I look with thith headgeaw?”, she smiled before she bent over and gave me a little kiss on my cheek.

Again I was overwhelmed, but Jess doesn’t seem to care. While I silently looked to her and thought about what just happened, Jess ordered two beers. She acted like she had no braces at all and she didn’t seem to care about people staring at her.

It wasn’t before long that the two beers were in front of her and she passed one over to me: “cheewth,” she said: “to giwlth with bwatheth”.

After I took a big gulp, I regained myself and dared to say: “You seem not to be embarrassed by your braces, do you?”

At the same time Jess’s glass hit her facebow, causing her to spoil some beer.
“Thhit. Dwinking ith altho diffewent. You thee, I only got thethe bwatheth thith mowning, tho I think I will have thome embawwaththing thituationth coming up,“ following with a response to my question: “Why thhould I be embawwassed by bwatheth? Othewth weaw glaththeth, ow a catht, ow a fake leg, tho what’th the point with bwatheth?”

I had no answer to that, but could only admire Jess for her braveness.

The beer started to make me less nervous and soon we were chitchatting and fooling around. There seemed to be a nice chemistry between us. When it got crowdy Lucy, the 60 year old bartender couldn’t keep up and not before long several guys were shouting for beer.

Without hesitation Jess said to me: “Come on, let’th give Luthy a hand” and she pulled me through the crowd towards the entrance of the bar.
Again without any embarrassment about her braces Jess acted behind the bar, handing out beers, making jokes and never gave any reaction to a comment about her braces, just like they didn’t exist.

At one point, when I needed to go behind her at the narrow bar, I couldn’t avoid touching her and felt her tight muscular ass, while she leaned forward. She turned her head and joked: “That wath thcawy, wathn’t it, touching a giwlth athth. If you thtay nithe to me, I might let you touch even mowe.”

Then a little later, while I was leaning forward and Jess was just next to me, reaching out to a customer, I felt her body getting closer and closer to me, until her face was next to mine. She turned her face and gave me a little kiss on my cheek, while she pushed the metal of her facebow into the soft tissue of my cheek and whispered: “I don’t know if you want to thee mowe of me, but I definitely want to thee and tathte mowe of you….”

Part 2

With my background with no women involved in my life, I didn’t know what to think of Jess. Obviously she was one of the girls that my friends would be jealous of, but the same time I was thinking that Jess was playing games with me.
And then her braces. To my opinion, she was damned hot with the braces, but the way she handled it, was bizarre. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed by them and she acted like headgear was a commodity, just like glasses.

My mind was working at high speed and changing within moments. On one hand I knew I had to act, as it seems clear that this was my chance to get “in the picture” by Jess, at the other end I was completely uncertain how to act towards girls and afraid of being put down by her, now or in the future.

When the rush hour behind the bar slowed down, both Jess and I grabbed a beer and left for the terrace, enjoying the sunset. I saw Jess’s sparkling eyes looking at me and searching for my eyes. When I looked back with a puzzled face, she said: “What? I’m jutht looking at you. I think you awe a nithe guy. I know nowmally only guyth awe allowed to check out and judge the giwlth, but today it’th the othew way awound and am I checking out the guyth and ethpethially you. You wewe on my wadaw fow a long time and thinthe we often thee each othew hewe and in the thupewmawket, I leawned to know you ath a weally nithe guy. I know you awe thingle and I know you awe a hawd wowking guy and I think I want to find out if I can be a pawt in that life ath well.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heart. Was this hot girl seriously interested in me? It took some time to let it sink in, causing me just to stare right in front of me.

“Hello…. Awe you thtill thewe?” I heart vaguely, getting me back on this world.

“Yes…. Uh…. I…. uh… uh…” I stammered, still overwhelmed by the words she just said.

Then Jess smiled widely revealing some silver, saying: “Thith ith exthactly what I like in you. You awe tho natuwal and you awe not fake. I bet you nevew exthpected to heaw fwom me what I jutht thaid, did you?”

In the meantime I regained my mind and replied: “Are you serious? I mean, you can get any guy in the world and you are looking for me? Are you sure you are not messing around and playing games?”

Jess looked down, not knowing what to say. Obviously she didn’t expect the reaction I just gave her.

“I’m sorry,” I said: “I shouldn’t have said that, but I am too overwhelmed. Honestly, in my wildest dreams I would have never expected, or hoped, that a nice girl like you would be interested in me. You are clearly five steps ahead of me.”

“Don’t wowwy,” Jess said: “I am dead theriouth. You might think I have been in welationthhipth all the time and fucking awound evewy guy I thee, but in fact I am not that expewienthed in love and in fact it thcawed the thhit out of me to thay what I jutht thaid to you. Actually you awe the fiwtht pewthon evew I’ve told thomething like thith”.

“I wanted to tell you, but I wath thcawed to be tuwned down. And by the way a thupewmawket ith not that womantic, but when you texthted that I looked cute and thexy with thethe bwatheth, I took the plunge.” And saying this, Jess bent over and gave me a kiss on my mouth. It was a short kiss, but I definitely felt the metal of her facebow between my lips, causing some parts of my body to react.

By that time some of our joint friends were calling out for us to head home.

“We bettew get going, befowe they find out what’th going on”  Jess said and jumped up.

As usual we cycled home in a big group and of course Jess and I managed to cycle next to each other. Every now and then someone left the group and so did Jess when we passed her home. As the group continued there was no time for another quick kiss, but Jess’s smile was unforgettable.

When I came home I stored my bike and when I got inside my apartment, and emptied my pockets, I saw I had a new message: “Hope to see you soon and hope we can get to know each other better. XX Jess “

This was definitely a good sign and I answered her message with a thumbs up and a smiling face before I hurried to get some food in my system after all those beers.

The rest of the evening I was restless, thinking about what just happened. Was it real? I still couldn’t believe that THE hot Jess was interested in me, but hey… let’s give it a try.

Thanks for the first parts - sounds nice!

But PLEASE reduce ort stop the lisp writing - it's nearly impossible to read and crashes the complete storyline!

Awesome start, looking forward to the next chapters!

I agree to these words. I appreciate to read the lisps parts, despite english is not my native language. I sometimes requires some efforts to re-read the sentence but it's true it's kind of like the real life.

As a writer, the question to lithp or not to lisp is always a big question, and as we just saw, there's probably an even split for and against lithping.

Writing in lithp mode ith actually not tho eathy... I uthually write in "normalethe", then go back and "lithpify" it... all of which takes time... one way to get around it is to set the thene with lithping, then do a <lisp mode off>.

As ever, it's personal preference, and 100% up to the writer, and what THEY want to do. As a reader, if you don't like the lisping, then you know what to do.... (ah, maybe you don't: don't complain, be glad someone new is actually writing a braces story. And if that doesn't work for you, then just don't bother reading the story!)

Interestingly, there are some writers here - as well as some specific stories by certain writers - that I just find "hard to read" for a variety of reasons, so I don't. I also know that some of my own stories are a LOT more popular than others, so clearly others are walking that same path!

Nevertheless... whether I read your stories or not: thank you for writing them, and keep writing them!

Roller skates now there's a thought maybe they are something I can use in one of my future creations

Great story, I wonder what more is in store for us.

Part 3

The Monday after the weekend I had to do some programming to finish a project. I made big progress during the morning and during my lunch I was wondering if Jess would wear her headgear to work as well. Actually I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.

After lunch I got stuck in programming. Somewhere I made a mistake, but I couldn’t find the cause, getting me behind my schedule. Time flew by while I was trying to find a solution and I was awakened by the sound of an incoming message on my phone.

It was Jess: “No supermarket today?  ”

I looked at the time and saw that I had spend the afternoon getting nowhere further and I had to continue in the evening to try to get the project finished, so I replied: “No… work…. Have to continue tonight to get something finished. I’ll order something from Uber later.”

As soon as I hit the send-button I realized there was nothing friendly in my message, so I send a second one: “Sorry, was a little rude…  How was your day? Did you manage your first day of working wearing braces?”

It wasn’t before long that another beep sounded: “Too bad that I don’t see you then  Work was … let’s say… interesting. See you soon?”

I continued work, not yet thinking about ordering some food yet. Just when I thought I found my mistake the doorbell rang. I quickly pushed some buttons and saved my progress before I hurried to the front door.

When I opened the door I saw Jess. She stood shyly in front of my door, wearing a simple dark blue dress and pink sneakers. The straps of her backpack, probably carrying her laptop, accentuated her small but firm breast nicely, but my attention was caught by her shy smile around her silver facebow.

“I thought that If you wath going to owdew thome food, I might cook fow you inthtead, while you can continue wowking. I have to cook for mythelf anyway, tho it doethn’t mattew to cook fow two, doeth it?”

“I thought that if you was going to order some food, I might cook for you instead, while you can continue working. I have to cook for myself anyway, so it doesn't matter to cook for two, does it?”

It was then when I saw a bag of groceries on the ground. Again Jess had surprised me and I stammered: “Ehhhh … I …. Uh … wow …. I didn’t see that one coming. What a nice surprise. No one ever did that for me… Please, come in…”

I saw the relief on Jess’s face and while she picked up the bag with groceries, she said: “I’ve bought thome thingth to make you a lathagna. Do you like that?”

Jess quickly found her way to the kitchen and while I was figuring out my mistake. It was about twenty minutes later that Jess emerged from the kitchen, bringing some plates, glasses and so on, to the dining table that up to now has acted as a desk.

“Can you pleathe make thome woom, tho I can lay the table?”

 Jess said and quickly I shove my papers in a pile and set my laptop to the side. Soon after laying the table Jess returned to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of white wine.

“If you can open the wine, I’ll bwing the lathagna.”

Two minutes later Jess sat at the opposite side of the table.

Jess made us a great meal and the wine was perfect. I saw she had some difficulties getting the food in her mouth, so I said: “Why don’t you take out the headgear, or are you supposed to wear it all time?”

Jess looked up and said: ”Well, of couwthe I can take them out, you thaw me without headgeaw latht Thatuwday, didn’t you? But I thought you liked my bwatheth and ethpethially my headgeaw, tho I dethided to leave it in.”

“Oke, it’s your choice, but probably it is easier to eat and drink without it.”

“I think you’we wight. If it’th up to me thewe will be a lot of momentth in the futuwe whewe you can enjoy my bwatheth.”

Then Jess was fumbling in the back of her mouth before pulling the facebow out and she left it between us on the table, giving me a clear view. In fact it was just a normal facebow, but it had some safetyclasps. That must have been the reason for the fumbling.

“Why do you have braces, actually? Your teeth look fine to me, but of course I’m not an expert.”

“Becauthe I wanted them,” was the simple reply.

“Ok, I understand, but what’s wrong with your teeth or jaws?”

“Nothing,” Jess said with a wide smile and twinkle in her eyes: “I jutht went to a new owthodontitht in town and told him that I wanted lowew bwacketth, a huge tongue cwib and cewvical headgeaw. He examined my mouth and he dithcovewed nothing wwong tho he could wowk out thome bwatheth that wouldn’t cauthe pwoblemth to my mouth.
It ith a new thuwgery with a lot of new technologieth. They made a thcan of my mouth and head and I had to do thome thpeak exerthitheth inthtead of the old fathhioned moldth and X-wayth.
In that way he got a good thwee D-computew model, not only of my mouth, but of my whole head, tho he could pwoduthe the bwatheth and pwepawe the headgeaw. That’th why it fitth tho nithely.”

“Nothing,” Jess said with a wide smile and twinkle in her eyes: “I just went to a new orthodontist in town and told him that I wanted lower brackets, a huge tongue crib and cervical headgear. He examined my mouth. and he discovered nothing wrong so he could work out some braces that wouldn’t cause problems to my mouth.
It is a new surgery with a lot of new technologies. They made a scan of my mouth and head and I had to do some speak exercises instead of the old fashioned molds and X-rays.
In that way he got a good 3D-computer model, not only of my mouth, but of my whole head, so he could produce the braces and prepare the headgear. That’s why it fits so nicely.”

Again this marvelous women got me silent. Did she really say that she wears braces, without any medical or esthetical reason, but just because she wanted braces?

I couldn’t believe what I just heard, but I was sure this woman will amaze me over and over in the future.

I have an idea... May be ther will be some roller skates involved, but not in the coming chapters 

So, I know one person who has a thing for roller skates, how many more of you are there out there?

Jess is another excellent character, and I'm enjoying this. A question about her braces. Have I understood correctly that she only has braces on her lower jaw at the moment? Presumably she has upper molar bands for the headgear and tongue crib? I wonder if that means another trip to the orthodontist for some additions. Maybe she'll ask to have her upper jaw fully banded  Maybe she'll go on roller skates

I have one request for all of the critics of the writing style and substance.

Just in general.

One request.

Please provide some samples of your work so we can critique it.

Those that can do do. 

Like many if not most internet forums this place has lost the people that actually put the rubber to the road.

And what is left is the people that want to bitch about whether the rubber was more to blame, or if it was the road to blame.

I think this story is really good. I agree that lisping is a natural part of those anppliances and when there it isn’t as good as an experience. Keep up the good work.

I am sure this story will amaze me more and more in the future...

Part 4

Then I reminded that Jess said in her message that work was “interesting”, so I asked: “You said work was interesting. What happened?”

“I nevew told anyone that I wath going to get bwatheth, tho when I thhowed up thith mowning weawing headgeaw, evewybody wath thuwpwithed, but vewy thuppowtive. I told them that my bite wath thweatened by my withdom teeth, that awe about to come in and that my tongue had a wwong pothition in my mouth and had to be wetwained. My bothth wath vewy thuppowtive. He even offewed to wowk in the back-office inthtead of the fwont-office, but by now I think you won’t be thuwpwithed that the fwont-office wath exactly the place I wanted to be.”

“I never told anyone that I was going to get braces, so when I showed up this morning wearing headgear, everybody was surprised, but very supportive. I told them that my bite was threatened by my wisdom teeth, that are about to come in and that my tongue had a wrong position in my mouth and had to be retrained. My boss was very supportive. He even offered to work in the back-office instead of the front-office, but by now I think you won’t be surprised that the front-office was exactly the place I wanted to be.”

I knew Jess worked at a kind of marketing company, where they didn’t only do signing activities, but there was also a desk where you could drop in and order window signing and so, more as a shop. I expected that the front office was this shop.

Then Jess continued: “at about eleven o’clock a cuthtomew came in and ath uthual I got up fwom my dethk and gweeted him. Ath thoon ath he thaw me, he became wude and thaid that ith wath thuch a thhame that a hot giwl like me weawth thith maththive metal contwaption. Then he thaid he didn’t want to be thewved by me and that he wanted thomeone elthe to help him. I told him that I wath on the fwont office, tho that I wath thewe to thewve him.
He became mad and mowe ow lethth thhouted that he wanted to thee my bothth and that I wath not cuthtomew fwiendly and tho on.

Then the nice pawt came, becauthe my bothth wath in the back office and heawd what he thaid, tho immediately aftew the guy had athked to thpeak to my bothth, he thtepped in and befowe the cuthtomew could weact ow give an explanation, my bothth thaid: “I heawd what you jutht thaid and let me be vewy cleaw: thith ith my betht employee and I completely twutht hew expewience, tho the choice ith youwth. Ow thhe will help you ow you can leave the thhop. And without waiting fow an anthwew, my bothth tuwned awound and left the fwont office.

I couldn’t help but thmile thilently and athked him what he pwefewwed. it wath cleaw he didn’t expect thuch a weaction, tho it took a minute ow tho fow him to wecupewate, but then he wealized he had to deal with me.

Duwing ouw theththion he nevew looked at me once, but the end of the thtowy ith that  he left the building ath a mowe ow lethth happy cuthtomew, becauthe he got what he want, but he wath thewved by an ugly giwl with hew head wwapped in metal. I weally doubt if we evew thee him again, but in fact I don’t cawe.”

“at about eleven o’clock a customer came in and as usual I got up from my desk and greeted him. As soon as he saw me, he became rude and said that is was such a shame that a hot girl like me wears this massive metal contraption. Then he said he didn’t want to be served by me and that he wanted someone else to help him. I told him that I was on the front office, so that I was there to serve him.

He became mad and more or less shouted that he wanted to see my boss and that I was not customer friendly and so on.
Then the nice part came, because my boss was in the back office and heard what he said, so immediately after the guy had asked to speak to my boss, he stepped in and before the customer could react or give an explanation, my boss said: “I heard what you just said and let me be very clear: this is my best employee and I completely trust her experience, so the choice is yours. Or she will help you or you can leave the shop. And without waiting for an answer, my boss turned around and left the front office.

I couldn’t help but smile silently and asked him what he preferred. it was clear he didn’t expect such a reaction, so it took a minute or so for him to recuperate, but then he realized he had to deal with me.

During our session he never looked at me once, but the end of the story is that  he left the building as a more or less happy customer, because he got what he want, but he was served by an ugly girl with her head wrapped in metal. I really doubt if we ever see him again, but in fact I don’t care.”

“Wow,” was the only thing I could say: “I really can’t imagine that people with such a limited mind live in this world. I can’t imagine that someone doesn’t like that sparkling in your mouth and I absolutely cannot understand that someone gets mad and rude because of someone’s wearing braces.”

“I speak for myself but I love seeing your headgear, but when you don’t have your headgear in, your braces are somewhat mysterious. They won’t show until you open your mouth or talk and when they do show, they are not that obvious, so you have to take a double look to see what’s exactly going on.”

Having said that, Jess smiled at me, showing just some small bits of silver, creating exactly that mysterious view I just described. Then, when she smiled somewhat wider, the bottom braces showed more and I got a sneak preview of the molar bands, where her headgear attached to. Only when she opened her mouth, you got a view on the tongue crib and when you need to know where to look for, you could see the bars connecting the tongue crib to the molar bands.
It all was so subtle that it looked like art.

Part 5

After dinner Jess told me to continue working, while she cleaned up and made us some coffee. While drinking coffee I saw Jess was somewhat uncomfortable, so I asked what it was that was bothering her.

“Well, jutht like you I have thome unfinithhed wowk that I need to finithh tonight. I wath wondewing if I can uthe a little bit of thpace on youw table and give you thome company while wowking?”

“Well, just like you I have some unfinished work that I need to finish tonight. I was wondering if I can use a little bit of space on your table and give you some company while working?”

“Of course,” was my reply: “I would love to share my table.” And smiling I added: “And I will have a much nicer view when I look up from my computer.”

“Thankth, can I then uthe youw bathwoom befowe I thtawt wowking? You know… bwatheth….”

Jess left for the bathroom and when she returned, I saw she had put in her headgear again. Further she had put her hair into a bun on top of her head, giving me a good view on the neckstrap of her headgear. She had also taken off her pink sneakers, showing her bare feet including blue painted nails matching her dress and headgear strap.

Meanwhile I had made some space on my table, so Jess could sit diagonally opposite me. Now and then I took a peak up from my computer to she what Jess was doing. Most of the time she looked very concentrated to her computer, now and then wetting her lips over the facebow.

A few hours later suddenly Jess exclaimed: “Yethth…. thuctheth….” And when I looked her questioningly, she explained: “You wemembew the aththhole in the fwontoffithe thith mowning? He wanted uth to cweate a pothtew with an audience in the background, while he wath in the centew of the attention. I jutht photobombed hith pothtew I guethth, look…”

“You remember the as**ole in the frontoffice this morning? He wanted us to create a poster with an audience in the background, while he was in the center of the attention. I just photobombed his poster I guess, look…”

Then she turned her computer, so I could see her screen.
First I didn’t see anything special, just a guy in front of a crowd, as Jess explained, but when I looked a little bit closer, I saw she had photoshopped herself in the background, showing her braces in full view. 

About fifteen minutes later Jess was ready and she shut down her computer and started packing. Honestly I didn’t want Jess to leave, so I told her that I needed about ten minutes to finish my work for tonight and that if she headed for the living room, I would join her in a moment.

It wasn’t even ten minutes before I entered the living room, but when I did I saw Jess sleeping on the couch. She looked so peacefully and happy and I didn’t dare to wake her up, it was bedtime anyway.

I decided to let her sleep on the couch and switched off the lights. I took a blanket and covered her before I left for my bedroom.

It was in the middle of the night when I heard some stumbling noises. It took me a moment to remember that I wasn’t alone in my apartment, but that I left Jess sleeping on the couch. I turned over and about to sleep in again, when I felt some movement on the blankets. Jess was crawling into my bed. The nerves hit me, because it was the first time that there was a girl in my bed. Almost paralyzed, because I really didn’t know what to do, I decided to fake sleeping.

I felt Jess curling up to my back. I felt the firm but soft tissue of her breasts pushing into my back and next I felt the hardness of her facebow when she gave me some kisses on my back. I didn’t dare to move, being scared that I ruined this experience.

The next morning I woke up, finding Jess’s arm around me. Silently I slipped out of bed, trying not to wake her and took a shower. When I returned to my bedroom Jess was awake and with a sleepy and innocent look, she said: “I hope you don’t mind that I joined you tonight? I wemembew I left fow youw living woom and nextht I know wath that I found mythelf undew a blanket on youw couch in a dawk woom. I weally needed to pee and then I thaw you thleeping in hewe. I jutht couldn’t rethitht to join you in hewe.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I joined you tonight? I remember I left for your living room and next I know was that I found myself under a blanket on your couch in a dark room. I really needed to pee and then I saw you sleeping in here. I just couldn’t resist to join you in here.”

“I don’t mind at all. Thank you for this new experience,” I said.

“New experience? You never slept with a woman before?” Jess said with a puzzeled face.

“Nope, not me,” I said: “Like I said… I’m not that experienced with woman, but I would love to discover any more. I guess I can get used to these experiences”

“If you want a shower, please go ahead. The towels on the heating are fresh, so take one. In the meantime I will make us some breakfast.
Jess quickly slipped into the shower, but not before she gave me a big wet kiss on my lips on her way to the bathroom.

The lisp makes it hard to read but great start.

It is really a luxury that we have both versions here, great service, thank you very much!

great, waiting you to get the same braces

I love the story!!!!

I love this story!

I'm enjoying reading this story, and can't wait to see where it goes from here.

What a nice story, well written, I can´t wait for the next part. 

Part 9

As Jess is going to tell a story by herself, I decided to leave the lisp for this part. I bet you can imagine how she sounded 

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“Well, I had braces when I was younger, when all my friends had braces as well, However my mom didn’t like braces at all. It was that my dentist explicitly mentioned that if my deep bite wasn’t corrected, it would cause problems when I was older.

I was taken to an orthodontist and after all the examinations, moulds, X-rays and so on, we were taken into his office to discuss the treatment plan. My treatment would contain braces on my top and bottom jaw, a bite plate behind my front teeth and several elastics.

As my mother really disliked the idea that her daughter was fitted with those ugly metal braces, she decided that I should get the clear brackets. The orthodontist wasn’t too enthusiastic, because he thought those brackets shouldn’t be strong enough for the movement that he needed, but he agreed and said that he would at least give it a try. At that moment I didn’t really care, but I felt sorry that I didn’t get the same as my friends.

I was allowed to choose a color for the biteplate and my mother agreed with blue, because she thought nobody could see it as it was supposed to be behind my front teeth. Before I left the office I got some spacers around my top molars.

After about a week I was fitted with braces and when I was allowed to rinse my mouth after gluing the brackets in place, I had a quick peek in the mirror. I didn’t like what I saw. They looked like big chunks on my teeth, making my lips to stand out. It looked much worse than what I had seen with my friends.

Back in the chair they fitted the biteplate. It was fixed in my mouth with some molar bands. When I closed my mouth, my bottom teeth hit the plastic and my molars didn’t touch anymore. I felt around with my tongue and I really liked the feeling of the smooth plastic.

Next they gave me a mirror, so I could see the end result and to see how to connect the elastics. The biteplate wasn’t completely behind my front teeth, but showed about 1  or 2 millimeters below them. Because of the extra height and the massive brackets, it was hard to close my lips, making the blue plastic of the biteplate visible at all times. I liked what I saw, but at the same moment I was worried about the reaction of my mother. I was sure, she wouldn’t like it at all.

You can imagine that the bite plate gave me a lisp, but it wasn’t as bad as with the tonguecrib I have now.

As expected my mother didn’t like the image of my braces, but she lived with it. I really liked the biteplate and the challenge it gave me with talking and eating. I guess my mom was more embarrassed by my braces than I was and she really felt sorry for the obvious biteplate, that I just liked. But the more I liked my biteplate, the more I hated the clear brackets. They were bulky and sharp and in my opinion, they caused my lips to act unnatural, drawing even more attention to them then metal braces. On top of that, no one my age had clear braces.

It was after a month or so when I had my first check up. The orthodontist mumbled something about less progress than he expected and again mention that the clear brackets might not be suitable for my case.

Back home I started searching the internet about clear brackets and soon I found cases where the clear braces weren’t strong enough and broke because of the pressure. In most of the cases, the braces were replaced with metal braces. I took a good look at my braces and saw that the wire was bent quit strong to follow the position of the brackets and my teeth.

Because of the image of that heavy bent wire, I understood why the orthodontist was worried about the strength of the brackets. Before I really realized what I was doing, I took a scissor from my make-up-table and put it into the slot of a bracket. A very gentle twist caused one of the stuts on the bracket to brake, just at the point where the wire was pushing on the bracket.

First I shocked what I saw, but I quickly realized that I just found a way to get rid of the clear brackets. I took the scissors again and modified another bracket at the other side of my mouth.

I took the small bits that had come of and went to my mom. She was shocked and immediately called the orthodontist for an emergency appointment.
They replaced the broken brackets, but he also warned me and my mom that as more brackets would break, we might have to consider metal brackets. It took me a few months with modifying my brackets. Sometimes the same brackets, sometimes other locations and not to much at one time. Then after about three months, when again I had two broken brackets, he called my mom to discuss metal brackets. My mom knew she had no choice but to agree in the use of metal brackets. In the same appointment my clear brackets were taken off and I got some nice small metal brackets. I kinda flew out of the office. I was so happy that I now had the same kind of braces as my friends and the were so much more comfortable than the bulky clear ones. I could even better close my lips around them.”

“Wow, so you sabotaged your discrete braces to get braces that stood out much more,” I said: “Did you ever told your mom what you did?”

"No, I didn’t.” Jess said: “Actually you are the first I’ve ever told.” 

Part 10

“Wow, thanks for the faith you have in me sharing this story,” I said: “And how does this previous braces experience influence the braces that you have now?”

“Well, honestly getting braces again is more related to another characteristic of me. As long as I can remember, I am looking for challenges. Those challenges can be anything. Some are on a sporty base. I have run several marathons and now I’m training for the cycle tour coast and castles of 200 miles. Challenges can also be learning something new, like a language or so. During the last years I’ve learnt the basics of French, Italian and now I’m trying to get into Japanese, but that’s really hard. Challenges can also be to “disable” a part of my body, so I have to find ways to compensate the loss of functionality. I once cuffed my wrists in front of me for a weekend, so I had to do everything with two hands. I never expected the impact of that handicap. You even can’t put on a normal shirt.”

“Okay, I think I understand the challenges you’re looking for, but when is it a success, or what happens if you fail?”

“Well, if I don’t succeed, I don’t care. It is also in my character that I won’t give up after the first failure, but there won’t be a punishment or so when I fail.”

“So there is no chance for me to find some punishments for you?” I asked while I winked. “And how did you came up with a challenge with these braces and what exactly is your challenge?” I continued.

“Well, in fact it started in the period that I wore braces myself. I once had a sleepover at a friend, Julie. When it was time for bed, Julie became very nervous, but I got no clue why. I thought she got nervous because we decided to sleep together in one king size bed, but in the end that wasn’t the case. When we were brushing our teeth, I discovered what was going on. Via the mirror I saw a little silver reflection in her mouth. On itself nothing special for a girl our age, but she never told anybody anything about braces. When I questioned her about it, she was very embarrassed and didn’t wanna talk about it. Finally she admitted she had to wear braces as well, but that she was very ashamed of them. She said they weren’t as neat as my braces. I asked her to show me her braces and I’m honest that I didn’t expect to see what she came up with. Still ashamed and not looking into my eyes, she showed me a facemask, the one with a single bar in front of your face running from your forehead to your chin. She hold the facemask in front of her face to show me the monstrosity of it. The more she showed the facemask, the more she got embarrassed, while I just got exited and interested. As I didn’t made any jokes on her and showed some real interest about how it looked and worked and so on, she got a little bit less stressed. Her main argument was that she had to wear it and not me. Then I asked her if I could try it, causing Julie to be surprised, but she let me.

I took her facemask and put it in front of my face and looked at Julie. We both started laughing and I think that broke the ice. Seeing Julie get less upset about her braces, I thought about a way to fix the facemask to my braces.

I put the facemask down and grabbed some elastics. Earlier I had seen that Julie had some hooks on the sides of her jaws just behind her canines, so I looped the elastics around the brackets on my canines, behind the wire, so they were bound around the brackets.

Next I took her facemask and pulled the elastics to the bar in front of my mouth. And wow…. That was a complete new experience. Remember that headgear was never part of my treatment, so having something passing your lips and a metal bar in front of your face that makes you squint, was rather… let say…. Weird.

Julie couldn’t believe what I had done and she completely lost her shyness. Later I learnt that it was the first time Julie saw someone else with a facemask. We left the bathroom and lay down on the bed and we couldn’t stop talking. I enjoyed the feeling of the elastics on my lips and the movement of the facemask on my forehead when talking. I think Julie never realized how much I liked her facemask. Of course I understood the impact of wearing a facemask in real life but for the moment I was in heaven. Because of the challenges I’m always looking for, I tried to eat and drink, what in fact went amazingly well. As Julie never tried before herself, she was as surprised as I was about how little impact the facemask had on eating and drinking, although the movement of the big pad on your forehead during chewing was annoying. My next challenge was about kissing in headgear and believe me, we tried and there was absolutely no way to reach each other’s lips.

I guess it was after a few hours that we finally fell to sleep, while I was still wearing the facemask. When we woke up next morning I had to take of the facemask. The elastics had gotten so tight around the brackets that Julie had to cut them loose. After this night Julie was more at ease with her facemask when I was around, but it never became her best friend so to say. I never got a chance to experience her facemask again.

When I was thinking about another challenge a few weeks ago, I saw a teenager wearing braces having a discussion with his parents about headgear. My memories drove back to my own braces period and to the interesting experience with Julie’s facemask. I quickly realized that an adult with braces is quite normal nowadays, but an adult wearing a facemask is a no-go. I realized that a headgear is also very uncommon, but you can find some you-tube uploads with women wearing headgear. Then I decided that it would be a nice challenge to wear headgear full time to find out how people react and until what point I’m confident enough to keep wearing it. And although a facebow will be hard enough to wear because of other’s reactions, it won’t challenge my functionality. That’s why I chose to go for the tongue crib as well, because that would force me to search for new solutions regarding talking and eating, so my functionality. And now is the first time since I have my braces put on, that I was full of them. First the headgear because of the guy who was taking pictures and now my tongue crib, because I desperately want to give you a proper kiss.

Someone else that has a real love for showering with someone of the opposite sex!  The steam, the water, the slippery soap suds, all the things to play with...

Chapter 12

After a while we returned to the balcony, where it has became dark in the meantime. We sat down on the bench “a little tired but satisfied” and got back to our drinks that were still waiting for us.

“Sso, did you like to showew with me?” Jess said with a wink.

“I think I can get used to taking showers with you,” I replied. “May be we can experiment a little with showering, like taking a shower in the kitchen, or on the couch, or, may on the beach or in a tent while camping. May be we can even experiment with the positions we take when showering/ I heard other positions can be interesting as well”

Jess clearly didn’t expect that answer and laughed loudly, making her braces very visible. The dim moonlight reflecting on some parts of her braces, made the view very weird, but very lovely at the same time.

From that point things worked out very well between Jess and me and we became closer and closer. We spent more and more time together and we both got to know each other’s friends.

One Friday evening we planned to go out and meet some of Jess’s friends in the pub. Before we left, Jess became very serious.
“Won, I have to tell you ssomething. You awe going to meet ssome of my fwiendss and one of them iss Chwiss. Chwiss iss weally a tall guy. With hiss immensse ovewweight, he iss, let’ss ssay, impwessssive. Mowe impowtant iss that he dwinkss a lot and when he getss dwunk, he will become vewy fwiendly and nice, ow he becomess angwy and aggwessssive. It can go both wayss. Why I tell you thiss, iss becausse Chwiss thinkss he ownss me and that I’m hiss giwlfwiend. I have nevew been hiss giwlfwiend and nothing hass happened between uss, although he sspweadss the wowd that we awe a couple. I am alsso vewy ssuwe that I will nevew be hiss giwlfwiend. I don’t like hiss lookss, I don’t like hiss attitude, I weally don’t like him at all.
I don’t know what’ss going to happen tonight, but at leasst you awe a little pwepawed. All the othewss awe very nice by the way.”

I took Jess’s words  and didn’t think too much of it. Quickly after, we left and not too much later we were at a nice pub. Jess’s led me through the public to a group of people in the far back. As soon as I saw them, I recognized the guy that has to be Chris. He was about a head taller and twice as heavy as I was.

Jess introduced me to all her friends, who welcomed me very warmly. They were interested where and how Jess and I met but they were also interested in me. I heard some words from the conversations Jess was having, not only about me and about us, but also about her braces, as a lot of them hadn’t seen Jess since she got her braces.
Somewhat later on the evening I saw
 Chris coming my way and I saw a a look in his eyes that didn’t look good. With Jess’s warning  about Chris in mind, I decided to be calm and relaxed and try not to upset him.

When he was right in front of me, I could smell his alcohol breath and without any small talk, he started:
“So, you’re the guy that thinks he can get involved with my girlfriend. Huh?” and before I could answer, he continued: “Didn’t Jess told you that she is MY girlfriend. Jess is mine and will be mine, so get lost.”

Jess heard this one way conversation and dropped in: “Chwiss, let’ss make it cleaw. I don’t know in what wowld you’we living, but I nevew have been youw giwlfwiend and fow ssuwe I won’t be youw giwlfwiend. I ssuggesst you sstawt cweting a life fow youwsself without bothewing me.”

Chris turned his head from me towards Jess and took another good look after he saw her headgear.

Then he turned back to me saying:
“What the @@@@ is wrong with you? What in your mind that you talked Jess into getting braces. Look at the hardwarestore she is wearing. If you are a man, you should have protected her, but now, look at her. How could you let someone make her wear that, especially in public.
So again: get lost, leave Jess alone and never show up again”

Before I could say something Jess said:
“Chwiss, you bettew lissten to me. Won didn’t do anything regawding my bwassess. It wass me and only me, I wanted bwassess. In fact I got bwassess befowe Won and I got involved. I wepeat Won and I awe involved now. Sso, you have to sstep down and not Won. Of couwse you can sstay in the pub and be a pawt of our gwoup, but you then bettew behave.”

Chris calmed down a little and stepped down. One could see he was mad (at me) and absolutely didn’t like what Jess just told him. The good thing was that apparently Chris respected Jess, as he indeed did what Jess told him to do.

 The rest of the evening was very nice and I really liked Jess’s friends, even Chris. When the last round was called, Jess and I left the pub and headed for her home. When we were alone, Jess said: “I think they weally liked you and what happened with Chwiss… don’t think anything of it. Jusst let it go. Shall we go home and take a sshowew? I think I can use that aftew tonight…”

I looked at Jess and saw her twinkling eyes filled with lust. It looks like it’s going to be a long night.

Chapter 14

The next morning I silently stepped out of the bed, while Jess was still asleep, While I walked to the bathroom, I saw Jess’s corset on the floor. When I picked it up, I felt the smooth fabric as a counterpart of the stiff busks. I couldn’t resist to stretching the corset around my middle and of course I couldn’t fasten it, the feeling was nice. I put the corset on the desk in the room and took a long and hot shower.

I had almost finished when I saw a very sleepy Jess stepping into the bathroom. She took out her headgear and put it on the sink before joining me under the shower and embracing me. The shower had a good effect on Jess waking up and after about ten minutes I turned off the shower and started drying off Jess, making sure I didn’t miss a spot of her body.

While I started dressing Jess was drying her hair. When Jess finally left the bathroom she took her corset and stepped in front of me, turning her back to me: “Can you lacce me up pleasse?” Jess asked, while she wrapped the corset around her body. “You have to sstawt at the bottom wowking upwawdss.”

I was pleased in multiple ways. First of all was the presence of Jess, but also the fact that she volunteered in wearing a corset and last but not least for letting me lace her up. I slowly tightened the laces and doing so, I heart Jess taking a deep breath. “A little tightew pleasse,” she said when I thought it couldn’t be any tighter.

I tightened the laces a bit more and made a knot, before I turned Jess around and gave her a big hug. I felt the contrast of soft and flexible skin and the rather rough corset. After a long kiss Jess handed me two small padlocks:
“Hewe I have two padlockss. I want uss to lock the fiwsst padlock on the Pont dess Awtss, alsso known ass the love lock bwidge. I think it would be nicce to vissit that bwidge today.”

“Okay,” I said: “and the second one?”

“I want you to put the ssecond lock thwough the open wivets at the top of my cowsset,” Jess said while she looked me straight in the eyes.

“You want me to do what?” I said, clearly surprised by Jess’s request.

“I want you to usse the ssecond padlock to lock the cowsset onto me, sso I’m not able to take off the cowsset by mysself,” Jess repeated with a timid voice.

Still amazed, but not wanting to spoil the moment by raising more questions, I turned Jess around and tested the laces again.
“Okay,” I said: “but before I’ll put the padlock on, I have to tighten the laces again, because the rivets aren’t close enough.”

Silently Jess turned around so I could untie the knot and started to pull the laces even tighter from the bottom upwards. It took some effort and Jess body was struggling, but she didn’t complain. Seeing the way her body reacted, I think she just liked it.

After tying up the laces, I took the padlock and with a firm click, the lock closed. I took the key and put it in my pocket.
“I have to be careful that I throw the correct keys into the water on the love lock bridge,” I joked.

Jess started to dress, so we could have some breakfast. It took Jess a little longer than normal to dress, mainly because she was struggling with her balance because of tightness of the corset that was even more than yesterday, giving her even a bigger challenge. I walked behind Jess into the breakfast room and it surprised me that the lock was showing clearly through her shirt. It made me kinda proud.

During our breakfast I couldn’t hold my curiosity any longer and asked Jess: “What is it like to wear a corset? It doesn’t look that comfortable to me, so why did you decide to wear one the whole weekend and why did you want me to lock it onto you?”

“Well, to be honest, I was intwigued by cowsets fow a long time and I know nowmally men awe tuwned on by women in cowssetss, although I don’t know why. When you ssuwpwissed me with thiss twip to Pawiss, I thought it wass a nice moment fow my next challenge and sstawted to look fow a cowsset. You know it wassn’t that eassy to decide what kind of cowsset I wanted, thewe awe sso many diffewent typess. I decided to go to a lingewie sstowe that wass alsso advewtissing with cowssetss and having a chat ovew thewe, I quite quickly came to the conclussion that I would pwobably like a cowsset that iss not cweating a wassp taille, but one that iss dessigned to keep youw body sstwaight. Aftew ssome fitting, I decided to go fow a sso called ovewbusst cowsset.

The fiwsst time I wowe it, wass a little sscawy actually, becausse ass sshe might have sseen, the cowsset changess the way you awe able to move youw body, sso it affectss youw balance. I wass alsso wowwied that the lacing would sshow and that people would weact.

I wass ssuwpwissed to find out that weawing a cowsset givess me the ssame feelingss of weawing bwacess. My cowsset doess sshow if ssomeone lookss closse enough. The padlock hass mowe ow lessss the ssame effect ass headgeaw. It iss a cuwiossity, but people awe too asshamed to quesstion you about it.

Bessidess the lookss the cowsset iss wowking the ssame ass my bwacess. It issn’t weally uncomfowtable, but ssometimess annoying and it affectss my daily activitiess. Actually the fact that they awe glued in ow locked iss a bit of a tuwn on. I think it iss the feeling of being ssubmissssive and give ssomeone elsse the powew ovew you to decide what you can ow cannot do.”

“Well, to be honest, I was intrigued by corsets for a long time and I know normally men are turned on by women in corsets, although I don’t know why. When you surprised me with this trip to Paris, I thought it was a nice moment for my next challenge and started to look for a corset. You know it wasn’t that easy to decide what kind of corset I wanted, there are so many different types. I decided to go to a lingerie store that was also advertising with corsets and having a chat over there, I quite quickly came to the conclusion that I would probably like a corset that is not creating a wasp taille, but one that is designed to keep your body straight. After some fitting, I decided to go for a so called overbust corset.
The first time I wore it, was a little scary actually, because as she might have seen, the corset changes the way you are able to move your body, so it affects your balance. I was also worried that the lacing would show and that people would react.
I was surprised to find out that wearing a corset gives me the same feelings of wearing braces. My corset does show if someone looks close enough. The padlock has more or less the same effect as headgear. It is a curiosity, but people are too ashamed to question you about it.
Besides the looks the corset is working the same as my braces. It isn’t really uncomfortable, but sometimes annoying and it affects my daily activities. Actually the fact that they are glued in or locked is a bit of a turn on. I think it is the feeling of being submissive and give someone else the power over you to decide what you can or cannot do.”

“Okay, I think I understand,” I said, while drinking my coffee. “Not that I am up to now that I know how to, but how would you react if I lock your headgear, so you’re not able to take it of the moment you want to?”

Again Jess’s reaction surprised me: “I have thought about locking my headgeaw ass well. I have found a few wayss to mowe ow lessss lock them in place, but didn’t have the newvess to talk about it up to now. I sseawched the intewnet and found out that it iss vewy wawe to have a fixed headgeaw. I found a few cassess whewe the headgeaw wass actually wiwed in.

Mosst of the sstowiess on intewnet whewe people claim to have headgeaw wiwed in awe fake. Thewe awe a few wayss to do sso. Fiwsst iss that the facebow can be welded onto the molaw bandss. Fow the ssituation you awe looking fow, that issn’t a possssibility, becausse then you have to wemove the molaw bandss and glue them back on.

Anothew way iss to usse metal wiwe and wiwe it awound the facebow and the tubess on the molawbandss. It sseemss twicky to wiwe it in ssuch a way that the wiwe sstayss fiwmly on the facebow and doessn’t sslide of. It sseemss doable if you have bwacess on youw uppew jaw, becausse then you can loop the wiwe behind the awchwiwe. Unfowtunately I have no bwacess on my uppew jaw, sso too bad….

Next you can bent the endss of the facebow behind the molaw bandss. Alsso not a ssuitable ssolution fow now, becausse the bending iss hawd to undo. Thiss iss mowe a long-tewm ssolution.

Ass none of thesse ssolutionss sseem to fit the goal you’we looking fow, I have thought about anothew way. It iss not completely tampew-pwoof, but it might wowk.

I ssupposse you awe familiaw with the ssmall tie-wwapss. You can loop a ssmall tie-wwap thwough the metal twiangle of the necksstwap awound the facebow. If you pull it tight, the tie-wwap cannot passss the colowed cap at the end of the facebow, sso the necksstwap iss fiwmly attached to the facebow and thewefow cannot be wemoved. Dissadvantage iss that the tie-wwapss can be cut quit ssimple, sso I can wemove it. You cannot pwevent that, but if you usse a bwight colow fow the tie-wwap, you can ssee fwom a disstance that they awe sstill in place. Anothew dissadvantage iss that you cannot take a sshowew ow sso, because you cannot wemove the necksstwap.

If you want to twy to lock my headgeaw in place, you’we welcome. Actually I have bwought ssome tie-wwaps in my ssuitcasse.”

“I have thought about locking my headgear as well. I have found a few ways to more or less lock them in place, but didn’t have the nerves to talk about it up to now. I searched the internet and found out that it is very rare to have a fixed headgear. I found a few cases where the headgear was actually wired in. Most of the stories on internet where people claim to have headgear wired in are fake.

There are a few ways to do so. First is that the facebow can be welded onto the molar bands. For the situation you are looking for, that isn’t a possibility, because then you have to remove the molar bands and glue them back on.

Another way is to use metal wire and wire it around the facebow and the tubes on the molarbands. It seems tricky to wire it in such a way that the wire stays firmly on the facebow and doesn’t slide of. It seems doable if you have braces on your upper jaw, because then you can loop the wire behind the archwire. Unfortunately I have no braces on my upper jaw, so too bad….

Next you can bent the ends of the facebow behind the molar bands. Also not a suitable solution for now, because the bending is hard to undo. This is more a long-term solution.

As none of these solutions seem to fit the goal you’re looking for, I have thought about another way. It is not completely tamper-proof, but it might work.
 
I suppose you are familiar with the small tie-wraps. You can loop a small tie-wrap through the metal triangle of the neckstrap around the facebow. If you pull it tight, the tie-wrap cannot pass the colored cap at the end of the facebow, so the neckstrap is firmly attached to the facebow and therefor cannot be removed. Disadvantage is that the tie-wraps can be cut quit simple, so I can remove it. You cannot prevent that, but if you use a bright color for the tie-wrap, you can see from a distance that they are still in place. Another disadvantage is that you cannot take a shower or so, because you cannot remove the neckstrap.

If you want to try to lock my headgear in place, you’re welcome. Actually I have brought some tie-wraps in my suitcase.”


I was completely overwhelmed by Jess’s story. First of all I wouldn’t have expected Jess to allow me to wire in her headgear and secondly I was impressed by the study Jess had done.   

Nice job!

Chapter 16 - Love lock bridge

We had a great day walking through Paris. Of course we went to the love lock bridge and we locked our padlock onto the bridge and threw the key into the Seine. It was a rather normal citytrip-day, which we both enjoyed.

As we ended our day in a small and cozy bar-restaurant, we were shown a table quit close to what seemed another young couple. As soon as Jess took off her coat, she got the interest of the young couple, probably because her headgear was now clearly visible, where it was hidden under her collar before. I saw them looking at Jess, but didn’t pay attention to it at that moment. We were mainly involved with each other, but I noticed the young couple kept peaking at Jess and I heart them whisper about braces. It wasn’t before long that I noticed the girl had braces herself.  We didn’t pay attention to them, besides that we both thought they were a really fresh couple and that the girl was embarressed about her braces towards the guy. We also noticed that the guy had a more than normal interest in Jess. He seemed to be intrigued by Jess’s braces and especially her headgear, that Jess, of course, couldn’t take off.

After dinner Jess said she needed the bathroom to clean her braces, and when she got up, she turned her back to me and put up her hair: “Can you pleasse unlock my headgeaw?”

I told Jess to kneel, so I could reach the padlock. It took me a little time to turn the dials to the correct code to open the padlock. Meanwhile I saw the astonishment on the faces of the couple.

After I opened the padlock, Jess took off her headgear and left for the bathroom. I heart a soft “Excusse me” next to me and I saw the girl getting up. She quickly grabbed her purse and left for the bathroom as well.

“Need a cleaning too?” I joked to my neighbor, what he answered with a little nod. It looked like he was a little too embarrassed to talk about braces.

It took a little longer than normal before Jess returned and when she did, she said: “Let’ss get anothew dwink befowe we go. It might get intewessting”, while she motioned her head towards the table of the young couple.

“Okay,” I said, curious what to expect. Within no time I ordered two glasses of wine.
“I’m surprised you were able to fasten the headgear by yourself,” I said to Jess: “It was harder than I imagined, when I tried this morning.”

“I didn’t do it by mysself,” Jess said: “I had a little help of Wosse.”

“Rose?” I said: “Who is Rose?”

“Wosse is the giwl of the table next to uss and let’ss ssay that we had an intewessting talk back in the bathwoom.
Ass we expected, they jusst had a few datess in the lasst few weekss, sso they awe explowing each othew. Wosse got hew bwacess jusst befowe theiw ssecond date and sshe iss sstill quiet embawwassed by them, howevew sshe expewienced that Ssimon sshowed a mowe than avewage intewesst towawdss hew mouth and bwacess. Pwobably that’ss why he kept looking at me duwing dinew.

Wosse fuwthew told me that sshe alsso had to weaw headgeaw, but that sshe wass too embawwassed to weaw it in public. Sshe even kept hew headgeaw ssecwet to Ssimon.

When I left fow the bathwoom, sshe took the oppowtunity to chat with me in pwivate. Let’ss ssay that sshe was intwigued by the fact that my headgeaw wass locked and sshe twussted me that desspite of the embawwassment hew headgeaw gave hew alsso ssome “wawm” feeling insside. In fact sshe was in doubt between thesse feelingss and up to now sshe alwayss had chossen fow the sasfety and didn’t sshow hew headgeaw to anyone. In fact I was the fiwsst pewsosn to ssee hew in headgeaw.”

“Rose is the girl of the table next to us and let’s say that we had an interesting talk back in the bathroom.
As we expected, they just had a few dates in the last few weeks, so they are exploring each other. Rose got her braces just before their second date and she is still quiet embarrassed by them, however she experienced that Simon showed a more than average interest towards her mouth and braces. Probably that’s why he kept looking at me during diner.

Rose further told me that she also had to wear headgear, but that she was too embarrassed to wear it in public. She even kept her headgear secret to Simon.

When I left for the bathroom, she took the opportunity to chat with me in private. Let’s say that she was intrigued by the fact that my headgear was locked and she trusted me that despite of the embarrassment her headgear gave her also some “warm” feeling inside. In fact she was in doubt between these feelings and up to now she always had chosen for the safety and didn’t show her headgear to anyone. In fact I was the first person to see her in headgear.”

Just at that moment Rose returned from the bathroom showing a cervical headgear. I saw Rose scanning the restaurant for reactions, but the only reaction was from Simon, whose mouth fell open.

Great update, thank you.

Simon should get the opportunity to close his mouth again now... 

What a nice chapter!

It was worth waiting.

Well done!

Chapter 18

We had a nice and easy going Christmas period and we did some daytrips. One of the first daytrips Jess decided to wear her double headgear, but she came very quick to the conclusion that wearing a double headgear outside wasn’t very practical. Not only did she get a lot of staring and also various remarks, but talking was hard and eating and drinking out of the question.

However the less Jess wore her new double headgear outside, the more she wore it inside the house. It made our (love-)life interesting.

Soon after the Christmas Holidays, we left for a skiing trip in the French alps. It was a yearly event of Jess’s friends and I was asked to come along as well.

We travelled by car and Susan joined us in our car. Susan was Jess’s friend for a long time and just like Jess, she had been single for a long time. She was just dating a guy, but it was too early to have him joining the skiing trip. Susan was a smart and good looking girl. She was called “the brains of the group”, mainly because she worked as an attorney for a large firm and had won many lawsuits, because of her out-of-the-box thinking to convince a judge.

Susan had settled in the backseat of the car and took the responsibility of the food and beverages during the trip, now and then handing snacks and keeping us hydrated.
When Susan passed through some candy, Jess refused, telling Susan she couldn’t eat those because of her braces. It turned conversation towards the topic of braces. Susan became a little direct and asked Jess why she had braces anyway, because her smile looked great anyway. Jess replied her that she had some minor issues, and that the braces were mainly to prevent problems as her wisdom teeth are coming in.
 
Susan seemed to accept that answer, but I saw she was thinking, when she said: “Okay, I understand. But why are you so eager wearing headgear full time? Headgear is used on adults not that often and if adults need headgear, wearing times are mostly shortened to nighttime wear, so why are you wearing yours full time? That doesn’t match with your minor issues.”

Jess was a little taken back by the directness of Susan’s questions, but then answered: “Ssussan, I know you sso long now, that it iss a mattew of time befowe you’ll find out anyway. You’we ssmawt enough and now you’ve stsawted thinking about my bwacess, I know you won’t let go befowe you know the whole twuth. Although I’m not asshamed of my sstowy, I expect you to keep it pwivate.
It iss twue that I have some minow issssuess that can be cowwected by bwacess, but it doessn’t need the usse of a headgeaw. The weal weasson fow my excessssive bwacess is jusst that I wanted them. I like the feeling of them and I like the challengess I have to face becausse of weawing them.”

“Susan, I know you so long now, that it is a matter of time before you’ll find out anyway. You’re smart enough and now you’ve started thinking about my braces, I know you won’t let go before you know the whole truth. Although I’m not ashamed of my story, I expect you to keep it private.
It is true that I have some minor issues that can be corrected by braces, but it doesn’t need the use of a headgear. The real reason for my excessive braces is just that I wanted them. I like the feeling of them and I like the challenges I have to face because of wearing them.”

“Okay,” said Susan: “Of course I would keep your story private and I understand.” Then she continued jokingly: “I never knew I had a friend with a braces fetish.”

Then she turned the conversation towards me: “Ron, what do you think of Jess’s braces? Are they a turn on for you?”

Again I was a little surprised by the directness of her question, but decided to be honest: “Well, yes and no. I really love Jess and I think her braces give her something special, something magical. When she doesn’t wear her headgear, you sometimes see some silver glimmer in her mouth. Just enough to make you want to know what’s going on. Furthermore I have a lot of respect for Jess when she wears her headgear. It makes me proud and to my opinion, the braces and especially the headgear look good on Jess. It looks so natural. But to call it a fetish… not really. It isn’t that I love Jess because of her braces. I won’t ask her to ask braces for me, but I can assure you that I think Jess is very attractive with her braces and that it is very interesting when we are intimate.
Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Susan said: “You know I am dating Dave and during one of our dates the topic went to braces. It was triggered by a waitress sporting braces. To be honest, they suited her, like Jess’s braces suit her as well.  I saw Dave being distracted because of the braces and it was clear and almost embarrassing that he stared more at her braces than at her full chest, like men normally do. When the waitress had gone, I realized he was a little distracted and asked if the waitress’s braces caused his distraction. He got red as a tomato by my directness but he admitted it was indeed the braces. Then he asked if I had had braces when I was younger and when I said that I had, he asked if I had pictures of me wearing braces. Glad for him I had some pictures on my phone and when I showed him, I saw him brighten and saw lust in his eyes. Then it was my turn to be overwhelmed by his directness, because he asked me if I would wear braces again as he could see there has been some relapse and because he would love to see me in braces. He confessed that he liked girls in braces. Up to his confession I never realized people could be attracted to braces, as I saw them just as a functional device, like glasses or so. But then I also realized that if something exists, there will be people to have a fetish about it.

After this we never continued the braces topic, but his question about wearing braces again to pleasure him, never left my mind completely and when you started about your braces a few minutes ago, the idea of having braces again came back instantly.”

“Ssuss, thankss fow thesse pewssonal thoughtss. I and I expect Won ass well, will keep them fow ouwsselvess and if it iss up to me, I would love to ssee you in bwacess” and then with a wink: “but only if they give you a big lissp. May be we could be headgeaw buddiess!!”

“Sus, thanks for these personal thoughts. I and I expect Ron as well, will keep them for ourselves and if it is up to me, I would love to see you in braces” and then with a wink: “but only if they give you a big lisp. May be we could be headgear buddies!!”

I guess Susan was glad that at that moment her phone ringed and she quickly answered to inform another car that we would take the next stop for a brake. After the brake, the braces topic didn’t come back, but I was sure there might be some braces for Susan in the future.

Chapter 20

The next day was again a beautiful day with sunny skies and a little bit of fresh snow that had fallen during the night. The whole group was enjoying themselves, although Chris still seemed to be in a bad mood because of Jess showing her double headgear last night and more and more I got the feeling that I was the bad guy in this matter.

Chris wasn’t the best skier, but by far the most uncouth one. He started bullying the whole group, but me the most, both verbally and physically. Spraying snow over us, when we were waiting or cutting us off when we were sliding down the slopes.

While others told Chris to stop his childish behavior, I kept quiet. I didn’t want to upset him any more than he already was.

During lunch he took a couple of beers and started making remarks that I was a looser and that Jess was his girl and more of that shit. He even made a comment that he expect me to be disappointed that Jess wasn’t wearing MY steel structure on her head while skiing. Of course it was out of the question to ski wearing headgear. When we resumed skiing after lunch a few members of the group told him that it would be better not to join the group, because he was annoying and that his bad mood clearly didn’t get any better because of his alcohol intoxication. Unfortunately Chris didn’t take those requests very well, but headed off, calling me names, because I should have set them up against him.

After Chirs left, we had a few nice runs in perfect conditions. We had stopped at the side of the slope to discuss to have a drink in the bar a few hundred meters below us, when we heard some yelling. The moment I looked up I saw a dark spot closing in fast and before I knew what was happening, I felt a huge impact. The impact was so huge I got launched and flew through the air hitting something with my head before I rolled in the snow until stopped when my legs smacked into a giant boulder. Then everything went black and quiet.

After some time I heard people screaming and yelling and I noticed people coming towards me, telling me not to move. Not before long paramedics came around, taking care of me and when I saw a helicopter landing on the slope, I knew I was in a serious condition, as I knew the French only came to a crash-site with a helicopter when it was really serious.

The paramedics wrapped me in a vacuum matrass and carefully brought me to the helicopter. Just before I was loaded in, I saw Jess. She cried and I saw paramedics taking care of her head.

I was flown to the hospital, but to be honest, I was out most of the time. When I woke up I heard some muffled voices telling me not to move and I felt a hand on my lower arm. I blinked my eyes a few times and vision became clear. I looked around and saw Jess and a nurse next to my bed. I thought Jess looked strange, like she was wearing a mask or so.

I tried to figure out in what state my body was. It felt like my body was held rigid and I felt something pulling on my left leg. I could wiggle my toes and move my  right leg, but I didn’t feel my left foot.

Thankfully I could move both my arms and all my fingers.

I noticed Jess tried to say something, but I couldn’t make anything of the grunts she made. The mask seemed to muffle her voice. Then the nurse said: “Welcome back Ron, you have been in a serious skiing accident and you have been flown over to the hospital in Grenoble. You might have noticed that some parts of your body have been immobilized. You have fractures in two of your vertebraes. They are clean fractures that won’t need any surgery. We will immobilize your spine and we expect that in two to three months your back will be fine again.

Your left leg however is in a much worse condition. The bones in your lower left leg have been shattered in the accident and ligaments and nerves have been ripped. We expect you have no feeling in your left foot right now, do you?”

I saw the nurse touch my left foot, but I didn’t feel anything of it. I saw my left leg was in traction, which I felt on my upper leg, but I didn’t feel anything of that in my lower leg.

“For now we have you fixed on a gypsum board, so your spine is immobilized. In a few days, when the swelling has gone down, we will get you a corset. I don’t know what the plans are for your leg. The doctors will come tomorrow and discuss the possibilities, I guess.

Please take some rest now and try to get some sleep. You will need all your energy for your recovery”.

I whispered a thank you to the nurse and try to ask what was going on with Jess, but I couldn’t get any words out of my mouth, so I just pointed to Jess.
“Ah,” said the nurse: “You are curious about your girlfriend? Well, I expect you know she was in the same accident. She is bruised by the impact all over her body, so nothing to worry about. However she got a major impact on the bottom half of her face. We expect your helmet has hit her. The impact was so big that her bottom jaw is more or less shattered and her upper jaw has more or less broken of the rest of her skull and shifted sideways. Personally I never have seen such injuries in my career. The doctors made a mask to immobilize her jaws. They will have to work out a plan how to reconstruct her jaws.”