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Dressing in Weekly

  • Aug. 28, 2016, 5:47 p.m.
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Rachel asked me if I would be her date to a work event next Friday night because her husband isn’t available. I have no idea why Guy can’t make it since he’s unemployed and never seems to have much to do, but I didn’t ask. I do know that their marriage is having problems because Rachel works 60 hour weeks and Guy stays home and watches porn and plays video games all day.

Part of me thinks she invited me to go with her just because she didn’t feel like going with her husband, but that’s just a guess.

Anyway, the event is formal. They are celebrating a new partner at Rachel’s firm. I told her I would go out to Macy’s and get myself a dress, and that lead to a little bit of an argument between us. She can be so pretentious about this stuff because she is earning a lot of money and can afford nice things. I told her I couldn’t spend hundreds of dollars on something fancy, and she told me she’d take me shopping. I knew she’d say that.

I admit I’m offended by this. I can buy my own clothes, and I’m sorry if they aren’t as fancy as she’s like them to be. But she told me that everyone at the event is going to be dressed a certain way and she didn’t want me to feel embarrassed about being under-dressed. I had a feeling that she was just turning it around to make it about me being embarrassed instead of the truth which is that she didn’t want to be embarrassed.

So we went to shopping last weekend. Had to have enough time to get it tailored to fit my body. I weigh about 60 pounds more than I did the last time I went shopping for nice clothes like this. This is another thing that makes it less appealing for me.

Rachel told me not to look at price tags, just pick out what I wanted. So I did. When it was time to pay, she told me to go look at shoes, so I never found out what she paid for it. Probably a good thing because it’d make me sick.

Fortunately, the way the dress is cut, I can wear my own normal underwear with it. I’ll have to wear panties with a Poise pad because a diaper is out of the question, but I’ll survive with that for an evening. And I have a pair of heels that match it just fine. I’m glad I didn’t need to accessorize.


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