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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 3: The Calm Before the Storm
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2005

Staring at the dress he had bought for her, Sharon asked, "Are you 
sure?"

"Yes," Greg answered. He had spent a fortune on the dress after 
having found her dress size by checking her best fitting outfit in 
the closet. It had taken him ages to find a dress that she had worn 
in the recent past. 

"It's rather fancy for dinner at a neighbor's house," she said with a 
frown. She didn't even wear such a nice dress when they went out 
to restaurants. She hated when he did things like this. She knew 
that she'd show up and be overdressed compared to the other 
women. 

Greg smiled and said, "They are rather fancy neighbors."

"I'm going to look ridiculous," she said. She knew this was going 
to be a disaster. Crossing her arms under her breasts, she said, "I'm 
not going to wear that. It's too fancy."

"Then you won't be going," Greg said. There was no way that he 
was showing up with her dressed in her usual attire. The thought 
sent shudders down his spine. 

"All right, what are you wearing?"

"A tuxedo," he answered pointing to the other hanger in his hand. 
When Jim had told him that it was formal, he had enough sense to 
ask what that meant. After the evening spent there, he wasn't 
surprised to learn that it meant formal dress for women and 
tuxedoes for men.

His answer was totally unexpected. She asked, "You are wearing a 
tuxedo to have dinner at a neighbor's house?"

"Yes."

She decided that he was going to surprise her and take her 
somewhere else. Rather than argue, she grabbed the hanger with 
the dress on it and headed towards the bedroom to get dressed. 
Once there, she debated between doing her makeup first and then 
dressing or dressing first and then doing her makeup. It had been a 
long time since she had worn a fancy dress. 

It wasn't until the dress was on that she realized just how much it 
revealed. The straps of her bra and the clasp in the center were 
clearly visible. She took off her bra and looked down at her chest. 
She sighed at the sight of how her breasts sagged, but she didn't 
have a bra that would go with the outfit. She didn't even know if 
they made a bra that would go with that outfit.

The dress settled onto her body once the bra was gone. It was tight 
around the hips, but loose around her legs. She was surprised at the 
fit. She hadn't realized that Greg had known her dress size. She 
felt along the back and realized that most of her back was bare. She 
swallowed at the thought of how much the dress must have cost.

After taking care of the Visa bill, Greg went into the bedroom to 
put on the tuxedo he had rented. His wife was in the bathroom 
putting on her make up so he didn't have a chance to see how the 
dress fit. He was worried that it was the wrong size. Once he was 
dressed, he went out to the family room to wait for her. 

The kids came in and walked past without saying a word. His son 
did raise an eyebrow, but his daughter ignored him. They returned 
after a few minutes with cokes. They sat on the couch and 
immediately went into their standard couch slouch. Greg was 
tempted to give the usual command to sit up straight, but sat down 
instead. He said, "How was your day?"

His son looked over at him and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes. How was your day?"

His son shrugged and, in a surly voice, answered, "Okay."

"Cathy, how was your day?"

She looked up at him with a frown and shrugged her shoulders. 
She was curious why he was wearing a tuxedo, but not curious 
enough to ask. He knew that he wasn't going to get more 
information out of her than that. She hadn't said a word to him in 
such a long time that he wondered if he would recognize her voice. 
He tried again and asked, "Is school going all right?"

Both of the kids just shrugged their shoulders. He said, "I guess no 
news is good news."

After a while, Harry asked, "When's dinner?"

"You are on your own tonight," Greg answered. He fished out his 
wallet and removed two twenties. He knew it was more than 
necessary, but they'd ask for more if he gave them less. He handed 
each a twenty and said, "Have fun."

The kids looked at the bills and did the sort of mental calculation 
that all teenagers performed when parents handed out money. 
Deciding that they couldn't get away with asking for more, the two 
kids shrugged their shoulders. Greg was beginning to hate 
shrugged shoulders. 

Sharon came out of the bedroom wearing the dress he had 
purchased. Looking at her, he couldn't believe the transformation 
that she had undergone. The stretch pants, tee-shirt, and lack of 
make-up had made her look unappealing. The vision standing in 
front of him was anything but unappealing. Her full length black 
dress had a plunging neckline and a bare back. It hugged her figure 
at the places where it should and hung loose where it was 
appropriate. 

Harry looked up and did a double-take when he saw his mother. 
He said, "Wow, you look great mom. Where are you going?"

"Thanks. I don't know where we're going. Your father keeps 
telling me we're having dinner at the Green's," Sharon answered 
looking over at Greg in irritation.

Cathy sat up straight and looked at her mother. Incredulous, she 
asked, "You are going over to Robert Green's house for dinner?"

"Yes," Greg answered knowing that she was referring to the son. 
Sharon was stunned by the sudden interest of her daughter.

"You better put on some jewelry to go with that outfit if you're 
eating there," Cathy said.

Harry nodded his head and said, "Right. It's a shame that you can't 
do anything with your hair."

"Jewelry?" she asked. She looked over at Harry a little irritated by 
the hair comment. 

"With that black dress, you could wear your silver necklace, some 
earrings, and maybe a bracelet," Cathy said. Shaking her head at 
the shoes, she asked, "Do you have a pair of heels?"

"Heels?" Sharon asked. She had gone through all of her shoes to 
find something that wasn't a tennis shoe. She turned to look at 
Greg and asked, "Are you sure this is some neighbor's house?"

Harry said, "The Green's are really famous. I'd give anything to be 
invited over."

"You can say that again."

The fact that the kids were actually interested amazed Greg. He 
was used to them ignoring him. The contrast between the 
conversation before and after learning about their dinner plans 
couldn't have been greater.  

Sharon asked, "What's the big deal?"

"It's like they live in this totally cool world that is all their own," 
Cathy said. She knew a few kids who had been over for a visit. 
They talked about how much respect the parents showed their 
visitors. One could talk about anything so long as it wasn't gossip. 
Shrugging her shoulders, she added, "It's very adult."

Nodding his head in agreement, Harry said, "Boys have to wear 
suits just to visit. Girls have to wear dresses that go below the 
knee. No tennis shoes are allowed. People with bad manners are 
asked to leave. It's all please and thank you. You address people 
by Mister, Misses, Miss, and Master. It's all pretty cool."

"And you kids would like that?" Sharon asked stunned by the 
description of the activities there. 

"You bet," Harry said. He would give anything to be taken 
seriously by an adult for an evening. 

Greg said, "I was at their house when Master Johnson and Miss 
Ables visited. They appeared to have a very good time."

Harry nodded his head and said, "Hal sure was surprised that his 
parents gave him permission to have a drink there. I didn't realize 
that you were the Mr. Anders he mentioned. I did hear that you 
weren't wearing a suit. I'm surprised that they invited you back."

 "Amy is over there all the time. She's going steady with Robert," 
Cathy said. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that Amy and 
Robert were going together. Her voice took on a dreamy tone when 
she said, "He's a real hunk."

Sharon stared at her kids unable to believe what she was hearing. 
She wondered what Cathy meant by so adult. She wondered what 
Harry meant by a drink. Worried, she looked over at Greg hoping 
for an explanation.

Greg missed her look and responded to what Harry had said, "It 
was a last minute invitation."

"Ah, that explains it," Harry said with a knowing nod.

In an action that was totally out of character, Cathy got off of the 
couch and took her mother's hand. After looking over her, she 
said, "Let's go see what we can do about fixing you up a little 
more."

On the way to the bedroom, Cathy went into her room for a 
minute. She met up with her mother who was staring at the jewelry 
box as if it was the first time she had seen it. Cathy said, "Catch."

Sharon turned around in time to catch a small piece of cloth. Once 
it was in her hands, she realized that it was one of her daughter's 
thong panties. Shocked, she said, "I can't wear this."

"You better. You've got a bad case of panty lines from the granny 
panties you wear," Cathy said while sorting through the jewelry. 
She pulled out a rather substantial silver necklace and held it out 
for her mother.

"That's kind of big," Sharon said. She took the necklace and put it 
on the bed. Lifting her dress, she took off her regular panties. She 
untangled the thong panties and stepped into them. 

"With that much skin showing, it'll be perfect. It will accentuate 
your breasts without looking slutty," Cathy said. She dug into the 
box looking for a pair of earrings. She found a perfect pair of 
earrings and turned to her mother in time to see her struggling with 
the thong panties. She didn't want to laugh, but it was hard not to 
laugh when her mother jumped when the thin cloth settled into the 
crack of her ass. 

After adjusting the dress, Sharon blushed when she said, "There's 
not much material to these panties. They are kind of 
uncomfortable."

"I know, but the panty lines are definitely gone." She held out the 
earrings and then looked at her mother's ears. She frowned and 
said, "I thought your ears were pierced."

"They are. I had them pierced when I was your age," Sharon 
answered looking at her daughter in confusion.

"They aren't any more."

Frowning, Sharon went to the mirror and looked at her ears. Cathy 
was right; her ears were no longer pierced. Uncertain about what 
she saw in the mirror, she said, "They must have healed over or 
something."

"When was the last time you wore earrings?" 

"Uh, I don't know," Sharon answered. She put on the necklace. 
The cold metal against bare skin took her by surprise. 

Cathy turned back to the jewelry box and went through the 
contents looking for earrings with clips. There weren't any in the 
entire box. Disappointed, she said, "You don't have any of those 
old fashioned earrings."

"I never had any."

Cathy found a number of simple silver bracelets. She held them out 
for her mother to take and said, "Put all of these on."

Greg had watched his daughter drag his wife off to the bedroom. 
He was amused by the sudden interest his daughter was showing in 
their life. He turned to find his son studying him. Aware that his 
son had a question, he asked, "What do you want to know?"

"How do you know the Greens?"

"I carpool with Mr. Green."

"If I were to be invited over there, would you let me have a drink?" 
Harry asked. In the school, that was a very serious sign of coolness 
for parents. 

"Yes," Greg answered. He wasn't going to add that he would 
expect Harry to behave. He had a feeling that was a given.

"You wouldn't lecture me about not drinking too much?"

"I've been there. Do you need to ask that question?"

Harry smiled and shook his head. Curious, he asked, "Aren't you 
nervous?"

"Actually, I'm looking forward to it," Greg said. He didn't really 
care how the evening turned out, it was just nice to see his wife in 
something other than sweats and stretch pants. He wondered how 
difficult it would be for that to happen on more occasions. 

"Mom does look hot," Harry said. He had not recognized her at 
first. The transformation had been almost total. The only thing that 
gave her away was the hair. 

Mumbling to himself, Greg said, "I had almost forgotten how good 
she could look when she dressed up."

"What was that?"

Without thinking about the fact that he was talking with his son, 
Greg answered, "I had almost forgotten how good she could look 
when she dressed up. I remember the first time I saw her. We were 
in college and had an English class together. She walked into the 
classroom and took the seat next to mine. I was stunned. She was 
the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. She was wearing 
this short skirt that showed off her legs. I had never seen better 
looking legs in my entire life. She had dancer's legs.

"She used to wear this little sweater that I swear was one size too 
small. You could see that she had breasts. They weren't hidden 
behind baggy tee-shirts or loose sweat shirts. That sweater hugged 
her breasts and showed them off. I miss that little sweater. It was 
green; a real light green. It kind of matched her eyes.

"Her hair kind of hung over her eyes when she held her head down 
and to the side. It was like she was this shy little kitten that was 
peeking out at you from around a table leg. When she looked at me 
like that, I would have done anything she asked. 

"She used to have long hair that went down to the middle of her 
back. It used to be a little lighter with blond highlights. It was soft, 
like silk. I used to run my hands down her back so that I could feel 
her hair. I almost cried the day she cut it shoulder length.

"When we were dating, the fashion was to wear colored stuff 
around the eyes. Oh, what is that stuff called? Um, eye shadow. 
She used to wear green eye shadow. I swear that looking into her 
eyes was like staring into emeralds. I would get lost looking into 
her eyes.

"I never saw her without makeup until the morning after she spent 
the night with me. Can you imagine that I didn't realize that she 
had been wearing make up until that time?"

Harry frowned and said, "Too much information."

"Sorry, I just went on a short trip down memory lane," Greg said 
apologetically.

A puzzled look crossed Harry's face for a minute while he 
considered what his father had said. He knew he had missed 
something and then realized what it was. He asked, "You slept 
with her before you got married?"

"Don't look so disgusted. Of course I did. She was a beautiful 
woman. She still is," Greg answered. He frowned and then said, "I 
guess I forgot that."

Sharon had heard almost every word that her husband had said to 
Harry. She couldn't believe some of the things he had said. She 
barely remembered the green sweater. It seemed like it was so long 
ago. She hadn't known that he had been upset when she had cut 
her hair. 

She was about to go into the room when Harry asked, "So when 
did she turn into a slob?"

"I don't know," Greg said. 

The question and the lack of protest over the question hit her like a 
knife into her heart. Being called a slob after being described like 
some sort of goddess was a serious blow to her self esteem. She 
pulled back and stumbled towards the bedroom. She didn't know if 
she felt hurt or angry. 

Cathy followed her into the room amazed at what she had heard 
her father say. Looking over at her mother with a wide smile, she 
said, "Wow. It sounds like you were quite the babe at one time. I 
never knew that."

Crushed by the comment, Sharon asked, "What do you mean, you 
never knew that?"

"Well, you're mom. You know, all you ever wear are tee shirts or 
sweat shirts, those horrible stretch pants, sneakers, and you never 
wear make up. You barely look like a woman. How was I to know 
that you were pretty?" Cathy asked. She shrugged her shoulders 
and added, "I've never seen you look this nice."

"Oh," Sharon said turning her back. She wanted to cry and shout, 
but she was so numb that she couldn't do anything.

Completely unaware of what her mother was feeling, Cathy said, 
"Looking into your eyes was like staring into emeralds. He would 
get lost in your eyes. Wow, I didn't realize Dad was so romantic. 
Those are the kinds of things that Robert says to his girlfriend."

Sharon nodded her head, thinking about what she had heard. She 
didn't want to cry. It would ruin her makeup. Cathy watched her 
from behind and said, "You better go now. It would really be bad 
form to be late. You look great. I mean it. You look really great."

"Thank you," Sharon managed to say. She turned to leave and 
caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror. The image 
reflected back at her was a woman she didn't even recognize. She 
adjusted her dress so that it hung better and said, "I guess I should 
go out now."

Sharon entered into the living room and saw Greg waiting for her. 
His eyes flicked up and down her body with undisguised interest. 
She hadn't seen that look in his eyes for ages. In an appreciative 
voice, he said, "You look wonderful."

"Thank you," she answered and realized that she hadn't even 
looked at him. She wondered when she had stopped seeing him. At 
some point in the past, he had become a shape and a voice that she 
talked at. She cocked her head and looked him over. He wasn't in 
too bad of a shape and the tuxedo looked very nice. All in all, she 
decided she liked the way he looked. Grinning slightly, she said, 
"You're looking pretty good in that tux. If we weren't married, I'd 
say you look handsome."

Cathy said, "Yeah. You look like some sort of movie star in that 
tuxedo."

"Thank you," Greg said. He checked his watch and said, "We had 
better leave now."

When they reached the door, Greg said, "You kids have a good 
time. I don't know what time we'll be home. I put the number 
where we can be reached by the phone."

Greg opened the door and left the house with his wife. Harry 
watched them leave. He went over to the window where he could 
watch them go. He said, "I hope they don't embarrass us."

"I'd die if they did that," Cathy said. She knew that she'd hear 
about it at school if her parents screwed up.

When the couple had reached the car, Harry turned to his sister and 
asked, "Where was the lecture?"

"I don't know," Cathy said realizing that it was the first time her 
parents had ever left them alone in the house without giving them 
the lecture. Smiling at her brother, she said, "Now look kids, we're 
going to be gone and you'll be alone, but don't think that gives you 
license to have a party. No parties. If you have a party, we'll 
ground you for a month of Sundays."

Harry grinned and continued the lecture that they both knew so 
well. "I don't want to hear about you having any boys or girls 
coming over, either. Heaven forbid you get pregnant or you get 
some girl pregnant. I'm too young to be a grandmother."

Cathy continued, "Don't go in the liquor cabinet. We know exactly 
how much is in each bottle. Don't think you can fool us by pouring 
a little out of each bottle and refilling them with water or tea. You 
know what happened the last time you tried that."

"And they think that we don't listen," Harry said. Both kids broke 
out in laughter. Harry watched them drive off and, in a more 
serious voice, said, "It is strange that they didn't give us the 
lecture, though."
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