Life with Brian - Sex Stories

Life with Brian

... had discovered my secret by accident when he came home early the previous day. We finished our coffee and drove down to the mall. The first thing we did was head to the lingerie department. I had to try on a few bras before I worked out which ones fit best. I was right, I was a C-cup. I bought a few cheap pairs of panties, too. Then we went to the cosmetics section of one of the anchor stores and got a makeover from a woman at one of the counters. I only bought some blusher and a powder compact, but she taught me some tricks I didn’t know. The three of us actually had a pretty good time as the consultant showed me how to apply stuff. I tried to keep my voice soft and a little higher, and she seemed not to think there was anything unusual about me. Barbara distracted her from time to time when she thought I was talking too much. Then I bought a new pair of women’s sneakers to replace the rather awful pair I had on. Barbara told the salesman to throw the old ones in the bin, and demanded that I also buy a pair of high-heeled pumps. I told her I was trying not to spend too much because it was Brian’s credit card, and she raised her eyebrows at that, too. But I gave in and bought them. Walking back through the mall Barbara diverted me to a small boutique and ruffled through the racks before pulling out a short red silk dress. She told me to go try it on. I hesitated, since I certainly wasn’t going to spend that much of Brian’s money, but she bundled me into the fitting room. ...

... When I came out she and the saleswoman exchanged glances and Barbara said immediately "We’ll take it." I protested, and she told me she was buying it for me as a gift and that I should shutup and be thankful. I dutifully thanked her and insisted we leave the mall before I could do more damage to anyone’s bank balance. But instead of leaving we went and had lunch at a cafe downstairs in the mall. Feeling guilty, I paid for lunch for both of us out of my own money. Then Barbara led me over to a hair salon, and asked if they could squeeze in an appointment that afternoon. I took her aside and said that I liked my hair long and didn’t need it cut, but she insisted that it would look better if the ends were trimmed and that Brian would appreciate it. So in I went. Barbara said she had some shopping she wanted to do by herself, and scurried off. At the urging of the stylist I agreed to have a couple of inches taken off my hair, so that it would be healthier and more manageable. I was reluctant, but she pointed out that it was almost down to my butt and that it would probably be better to cut it even if only for the sake of my spine. So I agreed. A few hours later I emerged with my hair trimmed and styled and softly curled and subtly lightened from its usual mousy blonde to a lighter more feminine shade. Barbara, laden down with shopping, smiled and told me I looked beautiful and that I was going to make an enormous impression on Brian that night. We drove home late in the afternoon. I ...