Out and About
The Further Adventures of Diane Kaye and Anne Marie
By Diane Kaye
Our latest adventure began with some advanced planning.
It was decided that we would spend Saturday shopping and finish with dinner at a really nice restaurant, dressed in our best "dinner out" clothes. In preparation for the outing, I being the perfectionist, had to go through my routine. I had been letting my nails grow over the last few weeks to the point that I surely expected comments from work.
Quarter inch nails are somewhat noticeable, but no comments, and no breaks. Friday night saw my usual bleaching and trimming of my forearm hair and shaving of the hands followed by some Revlon foundation that stays on "forever" to hide the follicles. Legs were looking good and smooth. After much thought I had decided upon the dress for dinner that I would wear and the accessories. They were my favorite red dress, red panties, black hose, red half slip, my new black inch and a half heeled back strap shoes, my short pearl necklace, and my red underwire bra. Of course I would wear my new Classic Curves V2.
To round out the accessories, I had bought a new pair of pearl drop earrings that had a small red rose on the clip. My day wear was to be a pair of light blue jeans with my V2, a woven leather belt, white blouse with some lace trim on the shoulders, a small gold necklace, small gold bracelet, small "dangle" gold earrings, gold watch, black loafers with knee high white nylons, and my new gray and black Paula Young wig. Makeup would be a light touch of eye liner, and pale pink lip stick. I would wear a light pink nail polish for that final touch.
With all this planned in advance, I collected my things and went over to Ann Marie's, on Saturday, to get dressed. She answered the door dressed in a red and white silk kimono and a white body briefer. She said that she had just finished washing some of her stockings and had hung them in the bathroom to dry. Her nails were done in Revlon's "Love That Red".
After some chit chat about how she had plucked too much out of her eye brows, Anne Marie went up stairs to dress while I got dressed down stairs. We girls can be so vain. When she came down, she was wearing a long diagonally striped blue and white sun dress and white heels. Anne Marie always has that upper middle class look. Great summer colors. I was a bit more casual with jeans and a blouse.
Making Sure the Size is Right
Our itinerary was to go to the used clothes store for a long dress, long skirt, some slacks, and a few blouses for me plus whatever Anne Marie wanted. Anne Marie had convinced me that long dresses look great. If time permitted we would go to a shoe store for some fall casual shoes. I brought my tape measure so as to be sure to get clothes sizes that fit. A girl must be prepared. Besides, these stores don't mark their clothes very accurately.
The weather was hot that day, approaching 90 so we had to also contend with "melt down". To circumvent this disaster, I relied heavily on the cars air conditioner and that of the stores. Well, we got dressed, checked each other over for flaws and oops' and hopped into the car. I'm always the one for wanting that perfect makeup look. I must admit the gray wig looked sensational, much better than my brown ones, and it matches my natural 50-ish graying hair. We got to the store and went wild.
I had been there before but Anne Marie had not. She was amazed at the size of the store and selection. Isles of blouses, isles of skirts, isles of slacks, shoes everywhere, and racks of dresses. And that was the ladies half of the store. Well you get the picture. First we looked at the gowns and prom dresses. Wow! Would we look great in them. But practically how many times would you wear them? Sigh, on to reality.
We found several nice dresses in size 6 or 9. Could either one of us ever hope to fit in them? Not unless we shriveled up. Anne Marie is a 12 and I am a 14. Well we found one long dress so on to the blouses. Lots of out-of-style and gaudy colors, but not much to get. Now I know why they are so cheap. Some looked really elegant like the silks and satins, but not for this girl. I need casual. Next the slacks, plenty to choose, so I went with a gray and red. Long skirts ended up with two pretty floral prints, one for each of us, and a pair of strap open toes heels for Anne Marie. By now we were beginning to melt. Air conditioned building you say? Well they must of shut it off because the doors were open. After a quick stop to the ladies room, we paid for them and left before we turned into the wicked witch of the west. All this and we only spent thirty dollars, what a bargain.
By now it was 5 o'clock so we needed to start getting ready for dinner. We drove home and just as we pulled into the parking spot I noticed some smoke coming from under the hood of my car. Smelled of burning insulation. I popped the hood to see smoke coming from the radiator fan motor. Well a girl can't be bothered with this dirty men's stuff when dinner and possible broken nails are at stake. So down with the hood and inside we went. We will look into this later when the men get home. First we needed to shave, so off with the face. Ouch! Two close shaves in less than 6 hours. Back on with the face and evening makeup.
By now I had decided on a slight change in plans. I was going to wear the brown wig, but since the gray looked so stunning, I kept it on. I love dramatic eyes, so I pampered myself with some extra shadow. Dark lip liner and pink lipstick also looked great. Peaking the brows with the pencil added a final touch. Anne Marie wore a great looking floral print dress and open toe dark blue sling shoes and red toe nail polish. She really does dress nicely.
After one final check out of each others makeup and clothes, we left in Anne Marie's car for the restaurant. Parked and walked inside. What a crowd. I gave the receptionist my name, femme of course, and stood around for half an hour with everyone else. No stares or whispers, so I know we weren't read. Finally our name is called and we two ladies are shown our table. I might add that when we were seated, we were asked if we were waiting for anyone else...two men? Sigh, "no we were not" we replied. Our waitress was a cute young lady who chatted with us for a few minutes. It's obvious that we were perfect ladies by her talk and mannerism. She kidded us about how the "great food " there shows in her butt. Definitely not a comment a woman would make to a man.
By now we are really having a great time as we feel confident that we are two women out for an evening meal. After a scrumptious Italian dinner, we doggie bagged the rest and left. But wait, we need a few pictures as a mementos, so I took out my camera and we exchanged pictures in front of their sign. With a giggle, we hopped into the car and went home. After some warm sisterly talk, we slipped into something more comfortable and went out back onto the patio. Since the patio is fenced in, bras and skirts in the cool summer nights air seemed appropriate.
As we talked we noticed a pair of slugs crawling up Anne Marie's garbage can. Next time we looked they were wrapped around each other having sex. Ugh, slug sex. With that we went inside and decided to call it an evening. A quick change back into the guy clothes and out to look at the car. After some fussing, I decided to drive home with it as is, after all I didn't want to break a nail.
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