pink_silk_glove
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Thursday after school, Ramona went straight to the mall. She needed a cover story for the lingerée. She would get herself a new dress that she could show in case her mother asked what had been in the package. Ramona wasn't all that comfortable shopping. She never was. She didn't like the fashion shops with the pushy sales staff, so she stuck with the bargain outlets. It was difficult not knowing what she wanted. Maybe she'd just get a top or a skirt instead. She hoped that she'd find something in the first store so that she didn't have to go to another, and she wanted to get it over with quickly to reduce the chances of being spotted by anyone that she knew.
Everything was too gaudy, too blingy or worse, too skimpy. She didn't understand the things that other girls wore or how they got away with wearing them. Wandering from one end of the department to the other, careful to avoid any staff, she was about to give up when she saw something simple and tasteful. She even liked it. It had a cute a-line hem and three-quarter sleeves, but it's most endearing feature was the high white collar trimmed with little triangle lapels. It was only slightly bold for her but she felt that she could give it a try. It was even red tagged half off. The bright lemon yellow cotton was too much, but she flicked through the other colors behind it until she found a subtle powdery plum that she was comfortable with and took it down.
"Find what you're looking for?" the clerk snuck up on her. She was short and cheerful in her red dyed ponytail and freckles. The nametag on her black halter camisole with pink stars read 'Viv'.
"Yes, I think so. Thanks," Ramona said, almost stuttering. Viv turned the hem out to read the label in the seam, then down at Ramona's figure and began flicking through the rack.
"That's too big," she said as she took down another in the same color and swapped it for the one in Ramona's hands. "You're not a six, you're only a four," she smiled. "Actually you might even get into a two. Go try this on."
When she got into the change room, she held it up against her chest and looked in the mirror. It looked nice. It was pretty yet simple, but ultimately she was too shy to slip into it. After wasting a few minutes she came back out and told Viv that it fit just fine and that she would take it. By the look in Viv's eye Ramona wasn't sure if she could tell that she was lying.
Then it was Friday and she was filled with anxiety over the evening that lay ahead. Would James be upset with her? Did Karen know anything? She shelved her nerves with her school day but when the final bell rang they returned in full force. When she got home she wanted to be left alone. She tried to do some homework but it was difficult to concentrate so she went down to the kitchen, warmed a bowl of soup and made some toast. By taking the meal back up to her room Ramona could skip dinner with the family. She could eat first and then head out the door before they all sat at the table.
Leafing through her closet, she had never been so unsure of how to dress. Of course she had not checked her email for a couple of days, so had no idea that James wanted to see her in black lace. It was just as well. She probably would have been too emotional if she had known. The new plum dress made her stop. Ramona wanted to put it on, to find out what James thought of it, but was too scared. It beckoned her. Slowly she took it from the hanger and held it up against her body in the mirror. The price tag was still on. With a scissor she snipped it off. Then she laid it on the bed and stripped herself down. It was so daunting. Ramona threw on her nightie and went to the bathroom for a shower.
She blow dried her hair. It was a way to kill extra time, to put off any decisions. Then as the mirror cleared of steam, she did her makeup, the same pink eye shadow and a hint of black eye liner. Then she added beige lip gloss. Back in her room, the dress still lay upon the bed. Carefully, not to smudge her painted eyes, Ramona pulled off her nightie, then went to the dresser and slipped into a bra and panties - a plain flesh colored set. Then she picked up the dress and went to the mirror. Gathering it up, she slipped it over her head. Once her arms stretched through the sleeves, they eased her face through the collar. Finally she shimmied and stretched it down into place. It clung to her upper body and the two small lumps of her chest while the hem fanned out subtly, nearly to the knee. The ornamental lapels were crisp and white against the plum colored cotton. She had never seen herself in something that fitted her so. She loved it, but was terribly nervous, wishing it was just a bit longer. Then she zipped herself up and stared at the mirror for several minutes. Gradually Ramona became more and more comfortable in her new look. Anyone who had never known her would not bat an eye at her appearance, but for those who were familiar it would be a clear and definite change.
It was after five-thirty. If she wanted to choose something else she would have to hurry. Her coat was still with James. She put on her comfortable dark brown hooded sweater and zipped it, but checking the mirror again, the lapels of the dress were hidden. Ramona liked the lapels. They were her favorite feature of the outfit, feminine without being flashy or slutty, so she unzipped the sweater and left it open. Her legs were still bare, so she quickly pulled on a set of black tights. It was time to go. Stepping into her flat heeled black shoes and grabbing her bag, she headed downstairs.
"Off to babysitting?" her Mom asked.
"Yes," Ramona paused at the back door.
"Oh, is that what came in the mail?"
"Uh, yes," answered Ramona, half nervous that her mother had noticed the dress but half relieved that her plan to hide the lingerée was working.
"That looks nice. Let me see," Mom smiled. Reluctantly, Ramona turned to face her. "Did you order that online?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You need a credit card, don't you?" Mom continued to press. Ramona felt like she was sweating under a spotlight.
"I was with Wendy," Ramona lied. "We both ordered something. She used her card."
"You paid her back?"
"Of course," she said innocently. It was uncomfortable lying to Mom, but it had to be done.
Skipping dinner had put her ahead of schedule so she walked a few extra blocks before catching the bus. Still, with all the fear and excitement within her, Ramona found it difficult to walk slowly and she arrived at the Gardners' door at twenty minutes to seven. She took a few deep calming breaths before reaching up to ring the bell. Then in a fit of nerves, she grabbed the two bottom corners of her brown sweater and held them together, half hiding her look.
Everything was too gaudy, too blingy or worse, too skimpy. She didn't understand the things that other girls wore or how they got away with wearing them. Wandering from one end of the department to the other, careful to avoid any staff, she was about to give up when she saw something simple and tasteful. She even liked it. It had a cute a-line hem and three-quarter sleeves, but it's most endearing feature was the high white collar trimmed with little triangle lapels. It was only slightly bold for her but she felt that she could give it a try. It was even red tagged half off. The bright lemon yellow cotton was too much, but she flicked through the other colors behind it until she found a subtle powdery plum that she was comfortable with and took it down.
"Find what you're looking for?" the clerk snuck up on her. She was short and cheerful in her red dyed ponytail and freckles. The nametag on her black halter camisole with pink stars read 'Viv'.
"Yes, I think so. Thanks," Ramona said, almost stuttering. Viv turned the hem out to read the label in the seam, then down at Ramona's figure and began flicking through the rack.
"That's too big," she said as she took down another in the same color and swapped it for the one in Ramona's hands. "You're not a six, you're only a four," she smiled. "Actually you might even get into a two. Go try this on."
When she got into the change room, she held it up against her chest and looked in the mirror. It looked nice. It was pretty yet simple, but ultimately she was too shy to slip into it. After wasting a few minutes she came back out and told Viv that it fit just fine and that she would take it. By the look in Viv's eye Ramona wasn't sure if she could tell that she was lying.
Then it was Friday and she was filled with anxiety over the evening that lay ahead. Would James be upset with her? Did Karen know anything? She shelved her nerves with her school day but when the final bell rang they returned in full force. When she got home she wanted to be left alone. She tried to do some homework but it was difficult to concentrate so she went down to the kitchen, warmed a bowl of soup and made some toast. By taking the meal back up to her room Ramona could skip dinner with the family. She could eat first and then head out the door before they all sat at the table.
Leafing through her closet, she had never been so unsure of how to dress. Of course she had not checked her email for a couple of days, so had no idea that James wanted to see her in black lace. It was just as well. She probably would have been too emotional if she had known. The new plum dress made her stop. Ramona wanted to put it on, to find out what James thought of it, but was too scared. It beckoned her. Slowly she took it from the hanger and held it up against her body in the mirror. The price tag was still on. With a scissor she snipped it off. Then she laid it on the bed and stripped herself down. It was so daunting. Ramona threw on her nightie and went to the bathroom for a shower.
She blow dried her hair. It was a way to kill extra time, to put off any decisions. Then as the mirror cleared of steam, she did her makeup, the same pink eye shadow and a hint of black eye liner. Then she added beige lip gloss. Back in her room, the dress still lay upon the bed. Carefully, not to smudge her painted eyes, Ramona pulled off her nightie, then went to the dresser and slipped into a bra and panties - a plain flesh colored set. Then she picked up the dress and went to the mirror. Gathering it up, she slipped it over her head. Once her arms stretched through the sleeves, they eased her face through the collar. Finally she shimmied and stretched it down into place. It clung to her upper body and the two small lumps of her chest while the hem fanned out subtly, nearly to the knee. The ornamental lapels were crisp and white against the plum colored cotton. She had never seen herself in something that fitted her so. She loved it, but was terribly nervous, wishing it was just a bit longer. Then she zipped herself up and stared at the mirror for several minutes. Gradually Ramona became more and more comfortable in her new look. Anyone who had never known her would not bat an eye at her appearance, but for those who were familiar it would be a clear and definite change.
It was after five-thirty. If she wanted to choose something else she would have to hurry. Her coat was still with James. She put on her comfortable dark brown hooded sweater and zipped it, but checking the mirror again, the lapels of the dress were hidden. Ramona liked the lapels. They were her favorite feature of the outfit, feminine without being flashy or slutty, so she unzipped the sweater and left it open. Her legs were still bare, so she quickly pulled on a set of black tights. It was time to go. Stepping into her flat heeled black shoes and grabbing her bag, she headed downstairs.
"Off to babysitting?" her Mom asked.
"Yes," Ramona paused at the back door.
"Oh, is that what came in the mail?"
"Uh, yes," answered Ramona, half nervous that her mother had noticed the dress but half relieved that her plan to hide the lingerée was working.
"That looks nice. Let me see," Mom smiled. Reluctantly, Ramona turned to face her. "Did you order that online?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You need a credit card, don't you?" Mom continued to press. Ramona felt like she was sweating under a spotlight.
"I was with Wendy," Ramona lied. "We both ordered something. She used her card."
"You paid her back?"
"Of course," she said innocently. It was uncomfortable lying to Mom, but it had to be done.
Skipping dinner had put her ahead of schedule so she walked a few extra blocks before catching the bus. Still, with all the fear and excitement within her, Ramona found it difficult to walk slowly and she arrived at the Gardners' door at twenty minutes to seven. She took a few deep calming breaths before reaching up to ring the bell. Then in a fit of nerves, she grabbed the two bottom corners of her brown sweater and held them together, half hiding her look.