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Chapter 9: A Dressing
So there I was with bags full of shoes and jeans and pants and easy blouses and under things. I had stopped and told Ralph never to call his nephew for me again and to arrange for me to have another car for tonight s party. I had then rushed up to my apartment. I should have been looking at all the clothes now, but I had bigger issues to fry, the bras. I stripped down to bra and panties and turned back and forth. The size of my breasts did over shadow other curves but I felt so pretty in the bra and panties. I started going between each of both back and fourth forth and back. After a half hour of taking off and on a bra and standing in my high heeled shoes, I was not so worried about the other girls knowing I wasn t really one of them. I finally stood in a pair of the thong underwear. They were uncomfortable, but only really because of the sensation of having a wedgie. They were not over tight and they kind of framed the curves of my hips well. I was looking at myself now in a way I had avoided before. I was not the kind of woman I recalled going after. I was pretty but I was short and about one hundred and thirty pounds. My thighs were thick with muscle and the high heeled shoes seemed to be something my feet were trained to, even if my mind was not. My legs looked a little fat but looking at them uncovered, that was muscle. My hips were a completely different thing now though. They had sort of been there before, as a man, mostly straight, but now they curved out from my thighs and dramatically back in at my waist. Looking at them I thought they might qualify as child bearing hips. I had stood on the scale to get my weight and now I ran a hand over the slight paunch of my stomach. I ran a hand over the material of my thong and through the dark curly hairs so plentiful around it. I would need to at least trim up my pubic hair. I let me eyes move up and onto my breasts. My gods how much different it was to have a pair of these than I thought. They were more in the way than balls were and balls were usually only a problem sitting down. I cupped both my hands around my breasts. You never got away from these things. I was also surprised at how different the sensations they had were. I kneaded them now softly and it felt very nice. The nipples were mostly ticklish and in playing with them now, not nearly as erotic as I thought. Maybe you needed a partner for that part. I tweaked a nipple too hard and gasped loudly. As I blinked into the mirror I recalled a sexual encounter with Cathy where I had dismissed her bitching about how hard I pinched her nipples.
Sorry Cathy. My soft full lower lip moved more than the thin, almost not there upper one in my apology. I pulled on a long Tee shirt that hung to my knees and declared the cool hip ness of some commercial product. I had several of these because nighties and night gowns had been a little daunting for my first ever time to buy omen s clothing. I picked up the phone and called down to Ralph. Ralph?
Ms Adair! He seemed to be on the verge of bursting into a puddle. I am so sorry about Maurice, he just a kid and think he knows
Ralph, I stopped him, I have a dress coming soon. I need to shower and do my hair before my party tonight.
Of course, Ms Adair.
Will you stay and bring it to my room as soon as it arrives? Or do you have a date? I smiled as a finger twirled in the loops of the corded receiver.
You know better, Ms Adair. I could almost hear him blush. I ll bring it up.
Thank you Ralphie. I smiled and hung up the phone, humming to myself as I went to the shower completely unaware I had just called the door man I had tried three times to have fired for his incompetence, Ralphie. I was pleased that I could keep my short kimono, though it was not as short now. I pulled off the thongs at the bathroom door and then turned for my bedroom. I dumped my boxer shorts out of the drawer and put in all my bras and panties. I picked out the strapless bra and the lone black g-string bought with this dress in mind and how it would cling to me, or how it was supposed to. I stepped into the warm flow of the steaming shower head, my old razor in hand. My shower now was going to be longer, but this time I needed to shave legs and trim around my pussy.
When I stepped out of the shower, the bathroom was filled with steam and my legs were denuded of hair, as was my pubic region. It was like the few times I tried a new way of trimming my beard before, after a certain number of mistakes, better to wipe it all out. I dried off and slipped on my kimono. I started out of the bathroom to give the mirror time to defrost, with a towel wrapped like a turban around my head. I was a little proud of that turban towel. It had taken me five times to get it right. I was feeling like quite the sexy little woman and sauntered halfway into the living room before I noticed Ralph stood there holding my dress with one hand his face a little pale. I felt the smile touch my lips as I started over to Ralph nothing on me other than the silk.
Is that my dress Ralphie? My voice was, well, sultry.
Y.. y yes, M Ms Adair. He seemed to be holding it in front of him like a shield. His cheeks flushed when I sauntered over and took it from his hand. It did look even more like it would fit me than it had in boutique. Good, I thought and smiled to myself before I looked over at Ralph.
Why Ralph, I looked up into his eyes, are you happy to see me? I was feeling loose and pretty and adventurous and not thinking to much about what was going on, just like a man .
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