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Adrian’s New Uniform Part 14
My new dress fits quite well but doesn’t look right. Just as Cathy had shown me before, I needed to wear her bra to give my chest enough shape for the dress to hang properly. Damn, I was hoping I would not need to wear this thing anymore; the padding in the cups gives just enough lift to my chest to make it look more like a 13 year old girls’ bust instead of a boys’. Next, I put on my new shoes. They are red sandals with open toes and an ankle strap. They have heels about 2 inches high, which is not much more than I’ve been wearing all day, but these heels are much more narrower, almost pointy. I put my lipstick and perfume in the handbag and meet Dad in the hall. “Wow, you look very smart Dad. Nice new tie.” Dad just looks at me without response for a long time, are those tears? “God Ade, I mean Adrienne, you look stunning. You may not want to hear this but you are a very pretty young lady, I’m very proud of you.” I thought it best not to answer that comment and we made our way to the restaurant in Dad’s car. This is a classy restaurant; we are met at the door by a man in uniform who would have taken our coats, if we had any. He led us into a bar where we would wait for our table to be prepared. Dad let me have a glass of sparkling white wine and we sat near a near a huge fireplace. “Oh, Adrienne, don’t you look gorgeous I love that dress, why don’t you introduce us to your father?”, it was Mrs. Davies and Cathy. We sat together in the bar waiting to be called to our table. Cathy was wearing a lilac shift dress exactly like the one I had tried earlier, “Nice dress Cathy, I almost bought one just like it”. “Well I’m glad you didn’t, that would have been embarrassing if we wore the same dress. Why did you change your mind?” I couldn’t really tell her it was because my hard on showed through the flimsy skirt to easily, Oh it didn’t suit me, I’m not as pretty as you”, was the best I could think of. We were called to our table in the dinning room by a waitress in a white blouse and black skirt who led us to our table. A man in black trousers and white shirt pulled a chair away from the table, “Madam” he said looking at me. Not too sure what was going on, I stood in front of the chair and started to sit down when he slid the chair under me. Then he did the same for Cathy and her mother, Dad just jumped into his seat without help. It was fascinating to watch Mrs. Davies hold her skirt with both hands while her chair was positioned for her. Hoping I had not looked too foolish, I quickly straightened my skirt and moved the chair to a more comfortable position. On the table were large plates with a tiny portion of something in the middle. The waitress told us it was the ‘chef’s treat’ and was a free starter. By the time we had received and started the real starter, which came after the chefs starter, I could tell this was going to be a long night. All the food was excellent, although the portions are a bit small, but we had to wait so long between each course. Course 4 or 5 was a sorbet, which I liked. In all this time, the adults had been chatting and laughing and generally enjoying them selves. Mrs. Davies decided to make a suggestion, “Our girls do seem to get on very well George” she said to my father, “would you both like to join Catherine and I for our summer holiday, we’re going to Euro Disney in Paris?” I looked at Cathy, she looked at me, and we didn’t know what to say. Then Cathy said, “Mum, I need to visit the bathroom, my we be excused.”
My new dress fits quite well but doesn’t look right. Just as Cathy had shown me before, I needed to wear her bra to give my chest enough shape for the dress to hang properly. Damn, I was hoping I would not need to wear this thing anymore; the padding in the cups gives just enough lift to my chest to make it look more like a 13 year old girls’ bust instead of a boys’. Next, I put on my new shoes. They are red sandals with open toes and an ankle strap. They have heels about 2 inches high, which is not much more than I’ve been wearing all day, but these heels are much more narrower, almost pointy. I put my lipstick and perfume in the handbag and meet Dad in the hall. “Wow, you look very smart Dad. Nice new tie.” Dad just looks at me without response for a long time, are those tears? “God Ade, I mean Adrienne, you look stunning. You may not want to hear this but you are a very pretty young lady, I’m very proud of you.” I thought it best not to answer that comment and we made our way to the restaurant in Dad’s car. This is a classy restaurant; we are met at the door by a man in uniform who would have taken our coats, if we had any. He led us into a bar where we would wait for our table to be prepared. Dad let me have a glass of sparkling white wine and we sat near a near a huge fireplace. “Oh, Adrienne, don’t you look gorgeous I love that dress, why don’t you introduce us to your father?”, it was Mrs. Davies and Cathy. We sat together in the bar waiting to be called to our table. Cathy was wearing a lilac shift dress exactly like the one I had tried earlier, “Nice dress Cathy, I almost bought one just like it”. “Well I’m glad you didn’t, that would have been embarrassing if we wore the same dress. Why did you change your mind?” I couldn’t really tell her it was because my hard on showed through the flimsy skirt to easily, Oh it didn’t suit me, I’m not as pretty as you”, was the best I could think of. We were called to our table in the dinning room by a waitress in a white blouse and black skirt who led us to our table. A man in black trousers and white shirt pulled a chair away from the table, “Madam” he said looking at me. Not too sure what was going on, I stood in front of the chair and started to sit down when he slid the chair under me. Then he did the same for Cathy and her mother, Dad just jumped into his seat without help. It was fascinating to watch Mrs. Davies hold her skirt with both hands while her chair was positioned for her. Hoping I had not looked too foolish, I quickly straightened my skirt and moved the chair to a more comfortable position. On the table were large plates with a tiny portion of something in the middle. The waitress told us it was the ‘chef’s treat’ and was a free starter. By the time we had received and started the real starter, which came after the chefs starter, I could tell this was going to be a long night. All the food was excellent, although the portions are a bit small, but we had to wait so long between each course. Course 4 or 5 was a sorbet, which I liked. In all this time, the adults had been chatting and laughing and generally enjoying them selves. Mrs. Davies decided to make a suggestion, “Our girls do seem to get on very well George” she said to my father, “would you both like to join Catherine and I for our summer holiday, we’re going to Euro Disney in Paris?” I looked at Cathy, she looked at me, and we didn’t know what to say. Then Cathy said, “Mum, I need to visit the bathroom, my we be excused.”
By:
oldgrumpy
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51-55
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