wannabie
08-16-2007, 09:04 PM
I was going to write this earlier but didn't get the chance. Last Saturday was the best I've had in a while. Most of you in this forum know that I haven't dressed in a while, except for the girl Jeans and shirts; but last week I went full femme.
I needed to get a report out and i knew no one worked over the weekend, so I bought a change of clothes with me. when I got, in the office was empty and completely mine, so I went into the ladies restroom (not as special as I thought) and changed. an hour after changing and makeup, I came out and I was the new girl in the office.
short black mini skirt (business attire), a black suit that I bought a while back that bought out my bust line nicely, my white blouse and pearls and hoop earings.
I went about my business. typing my reports, printing them, loaded the copier in the copy room, all the while working (or rather balancing) in 3" high heals. (those things are murder on my calf's), went down the hall to the snack machine, took the elevator down one flight to the record room etc...eight hours straight. When I was done I went into the meeting room and put my foot up on the table to relax just taking in the day and admiring my legs (should have posted pics of them after they'd stopped hurting).
it was getting late and I didn't want to take off my outfit, I really wanted to leave with what I was wearing, go dancing being that it was a Saturday, but it was time to take them off and go back to the blah.
Monday, when I came in I looked around and it was business as usual. the girls were there and I wanted to say so much but I kept quiet.:love:
I needed to get a report out and i knew no one worked over the weekend, so I bought a change of clothes with me. when I got, in the office was empty and completely mine, so I went into the ladies restroom (not as special as I thought) and changed. an hour after changing and makeup, I came out and I was the new girl in the office.
short black mini skirt (business attire), a black suit that I bought a while back that bought out my bust line nicely, my white blouse and pearls and hoop earings.
I went about my business. typing my reports, printing them, loaded the copier in the copy room, all the while working (or rather balancing) in 3" high heals. (those things are murder on my calf's), went down the hall to the snack machine, took the elevator down one flight to the record room etc...eight hours straight. When I was done I went into the meeting room and put my foot up on the table to relax just taking in the day and admiring my legs (should have posted pics of them after they'd stopped hurting).
it was getting late and I didn't want to take off my outfit, I really wanted to leave with what I was wearing, go dancing being that it was a Saturday, but it was time to take them off and go back to the blah.
Monday, when I came in I looked around and it was business as usual. the girls were there and I wanted to say so much but I kept quiet.:love: