CharlotteW
04-28-2009, 09:37 PM
Hi, an ex-neighbour has overheard some comments and I reckon my secret is out.
But first, I had a back and chest wax today. The first question asked whilst laying on the bed was "so why the back and chest wax, you're not a drag queen are you". The conversation twisted and turned throughout the session but I didn't give any major secrets away. She did tell me about her 'Brazilian' and that she liked my eyebrows. She appeared to take as much pleasure rubbing the tea tree cream into my skin as she did ripping those wax strips of my chest.
Anyway, back to the main subject. My wife bought me a red and white skirt on Monday evening, also a coral (sorta pink) top and red strappy sandals. Unfortunately the shoes didn't fit and the skirt was a little nifty too, I needed a larger size for comfort.
So I took a drive over to Asda (classy eh :o } to change the items. I said to the store assistant..."Hi, my wife bought these yesterday and I need to swap them, wrong sizes you see. Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm looking for", she said "fine, you find what you need and bring the items back here"
I quickly located the skirt in a size 16, I then bumped into an ex-neighbour shopping with her children (we only moved away just 5 weeks ago and we knew them really well). We chatted briefly and she asked what I was doing looking around the ladies clothing section, I replied that my wife has asked me to swap some items. She didn't make much of a response to that so I said goodbye and began looking for the shoes in a size 9, to no avail. Then, out of the blue, a very friendly and helpful woman decided to help me look for the correct shoes and asked what clothing they would be worn with. I explained the shoes were to go with a coral/red/white outfit and that my wife suggested red, silver or gold shoes. The woman agreed and began making her suggestions. The ex-neighbour rounded the end of the aisle, spotted me talking to the helpful woman, smiled and carried on shopping. The helpful woman moved around to another aisle and selected a pair of medium heeled t-bar silver shoes with a short rounded toe (like dolly shoes) that I really liked, they were size 8. She asked if I thought they would be OK and asked what size shoes my wife needs. I whispered "sshhh these are for me but I'm a size 9. I need them for a special event", she told me to try them anyway as she was a size 8 and sometimes the sizes are all wrong depending on the style of shoe. I whispered that I would try them on the changing rooms, thanked her for her help and left. However, when I reached the other end of the aisle (just a few seconds later) she decided to remind me of what I should do, she shouted "dont forget to try both shoes on to make sure they both fit OK". Embarassed, I turned around, put my finger to my lips and looked at her as if to say "shut up will you". When I looked forward to proceed the changing rooms, guess who had just rounded the corner and witnessed the whole scene, yes it was the ex-neighbour and her children. Well, I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. I was feeling a little numb at this point so I just smiled and carried on in the direction of the changing rooms.
When I got to the changing rooms a store assistant looked at me and I could almost read her mind..."hmmm, where is he going with those ladies shoes?". I stopped and chatted and asked if she minded if I try the shoes on. She expected me to try them on whilst sitting on a chair in full view of the counter area, I insisted on using a room. The shoes only just fitted (with socks) and I thought they would be OK without the socks so I decided to keep them. I completed the swap and left the store, avoiding the ex-neighbour.
Later, when the children were in bed, I decided to try on the skirt and the shoes. Both were a perfect fit and I sat watching television with my wife for a while, wearing the skirt and shoes.
At about 11pm we heard a noise and I went to investigate. My wife followed me to the front door where we agreed that the noise was probably a cat jumping onto the fence. My wife was a little uneasy and asked if I would close the gate at the end of the drive, she said she didn't care that I was wearing a skirt and heels. I was unsure but it was late so I agreed to run outside to close the gate. As soon as I got half way down the path, the security light activated and I was bathed in a healthy blanket of light. There I stood at the end of the drive wearing a knee length red and white skirt, heels and a t-shirt trying to close the gate. I grabbed the metal gate and in a hurry I dragged it shut, oh what a noise it made as the metal clattered across the concrete. I had to wrestle it closed whilst bathed in light and then run back to the front door with my wife laughing uncontrollably in the porch. We were still chuckling over a cup of tea ten minutes later.
Anyone else have a crazy day lately?
But first, I had a back and chest wax today. The first question asked whilst laying on the bed was "so why the back and chest wax, you're not a drag queen are you". The conversation twisted and turned throughout the session but I didn't give any major secrets away. She did tell me about her 'Brazilian' and that she liked my eyebrows. She appeared to take as much pleasure rubbing the tea tree cream into my skin as she did ripping those wax strips of my chest.
Anyway, back to the main subject. My wife bought me a red and white skirt on Monday evening, also a coral (sorta pink) top and red strappy sandals. Unfortunately the shoes didn't fit and the skirt was a little nifty too, I needed a larger size for comfort.
So I took a drive over to Asda (classy eh :o } to change the items. I said to the store assistant..."Hi, my wife bought these yesterday and I need to swap them, wrong sizes you see. Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm looking for", she said "fine, you find what you need and bring the items back here"
I quickly located the skirt in a size 16, I then bumped into an ex-neighbour shopping with her children (we only moved away just 5 weeks ago and we knew them really well). We chatted briefly and she asked what I was doing looking around the ladies clothing section, I replied that my wife has asked me to swap some items. She didn't make much of a response to that so I said goodbye and began looking for the shoes in a size 9, to no avail. Then, out of the blue, a very friendly and helpful woman decided to help me look for the correct shoes and asked what clothing they would be worn with. I explained the shoes were to go with a coral/red/white outfit and that my wife suggested red, silver or gold shoes. The woman agreed and began making her suggestions. The ex-neighbour rounded the end of the aisle, spotted me talking to the helpful woman, smiled and carried on shopping. The helpful woman moved around to another aisle and selected a pair of medium heeled t-bar silver shoes with a short rounded toe (like dolly shoes) that I really liked, they were size 8. She asked if I thought they would be OK and asked what size shoes my wife needs. I whispered "sshhh these are for me but I'm a size 9. I need them for a special event", she told me to try them anyway as she was a size 8 and sometimes the sizes are all wrong depending on the style of shoe. I whispered that I would try them on the changing rooms, thanked her for her help and left. However, when I reached the other end of the aisle (just a few seconds later) she decided to remind me of what I should do, she shouted "dont forget to try both shoes on to make sure they both fit OK". Embarassed, I turned around, put my finger to my lips and looked at her as if to say "shut up will you". When I looked forward to proceed the changing rooms, guess who had just rounded the corner and witnessed the whole scene, yes it was the ex-neighbour and her children. Well, I thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head. I was feeling a little numb at this point so I just smiled and carried on in the direction of the changing rooms.
When I got to the changing rooms a store assistant looked at me and I could almost read her mind..."hmmm, where is he going with those ladies shoes?". I stopped and chatted and asked if she minded if I try the shoes on. She expected me to try them on whilst sitting on a chair in full view of the counter area, I insisted on using a room. The shoes only just fitted (with socks) and I thought they would be OK without the socks so I decided to keep them. I completed the swap and left the store, avoiding the ex-neighbour.
Later, when the children were in bed, I decided to try on the skirt and the shoes. Both were a perfect fit and I sat watching television with my wife for a while, wearing the skirt and shoes.
At about 11pm we heard a noise and I went to investigate. My wife followed me to the front door where we agreed that the noise was probably a cat jumping onto the fence. My wife was a little uneasy and asked if I would close the gate at the end of the drive, she said she didn't care that I was wearing a skirt and heels. I was unsure but it was late so I agreed to run outside to close the gate. As soon as I got half way down the path, the security light activated and I was bathed in a healthy blanket of light. There I stood at the end of the drive wearing a knee length red and white skirt, heels and a t-shirt trying to close the gate. I grabbed the metal gate and in a hurry I dragged it shut, oh what a noise it made as the metal clattered across the concrete. I had to wrestle it closed whilst bathed in light and then run back to the front door with my wife laughing uncontrollably in the porch. We were still chuckling over a cup of tea ten minutes later.
Anyone else have a crazy day lately?