So, yesterday I had a very exciting day (for me anyway). I was fairly confident that my wife would be at work all day, I would have no one coming to the shop to pick up any orders (thanks Covid19). I would be embroidering hats all day so I wouldn't get my clothed dirty with ink or anything (I have a screen printing and embroidery business). So, as soon as the wife left I went into MaryAnn mode at lightning speed.
I did my makeup. I put on my Leggs sheer energy pantyhose, my new "shortie" underwear, a black pleated skirt, a vintage silk long sleeve top, black dangle earrings and black bubblegum necklace and vintage women's watch. I donned and styled my wig. Slipped on a pair of three inch black leather pumps and walked out my door and over to my shop for a great day at work. Oh, I locked the door just to make sure there were no surprises.
As I started working I noticed that I would have to get used to my hair getting over my face and into my eyes as I would bend forward to do certain things, but after a bit I liked it and it seemed natural. I get up and down from my chair at my desk MANY times during the day so I would constantly be tucking my skirt against my legs before I would sit. The feel of the skirt against my legs in the nylons was heavenly. The soft "swish" as I turned to do things sent shivers through me. I would catch myself playing with my necklace while I was doing things on the computer and as I would flip my hair back I could feel the earrings tugging gently on my ear lobes. I would check my look in the mirror and re apply my lipstick every now and then. Not because I had to, but because I could! I even answered the phone in a bit of a falsetto and the person asked if "I" was around,,, I answered that "I" wasn't, but could I take a message?
I cannot remember when I have experienced such an enjoyable day at work as that was. It was sad to get changed before my wife came home, but it kept a smile on may face all evening.
But, as I was sitting down at the table for super I mistakenly tucked my skirt (which I no longer was wearing) against my legs before I sat. My wife caught that and asked "what the hell was that?" Oops.