OOPS!, outed again, fun, fun, fun
Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 6:42 am
Yesterday I went to our local mall to pickup a few things. I was in one of the the beauty and cosmetics aisles looking for some finger nail files, A.K.A. emery boards. I must have looked a bit lost because I'd never shopped that store before. Another customer, a perfect stranger, must have picked up on that when she said: "Are you looking for some makeup?" I said: "No, but thanks for asking. I probably won't need any until November or December, that's when my tan will start to fade". At that point I didn't realize that she believed me to be a CDer, I just thought she was trying to be funny.
She then asked me what I thought of her lip stick. I said that I thought it looked good on her but thought it might be too dark for me. It was very deep red, whereas I prefer the brighter red, the "Taylor Swift look". She wanted to put some on me anyway, "just to see how it would look". I politely declined, stating that my wife and I had this agreement: She is O.K. with my CDing as long as she is the only woman to dress me or make me up. The stranger introduced herself as Cheryl and said she respected my wishes.
So after a few more minutes of "girl talk", I asked her how she knew I was a CDer (I was dressed drab at the time). She said that she saw the lace trim on the bottom of my panties when I bent over (I was wearing short shorts and tank top). OOPS!, outed again! Oh well, nobody died.
We said our good byes and went our separate ways. Nobody was hitting on anybody, just having a fun-filled girly conversation. I paid for my stuff then left.
hugs,
Deb
She then asked me what I thought of her lip stick. I said that I thought it looked good on her but thought it might be too dark for me. It was very deep red, whereas I prefer the brighter red, the "Taylor Swift look". She wanted to put some on me anyway, "just to see how it would look". I politely declined, stating that my wife and I had this agreement: She is O.K. with my CDing as long as she is the only woman to dress me or make me up. The stranger introduced herself as Cheryl and said she respected my wishes.
So after a few more minutes of "girl talk", I asked her how she knew I was a CDer (I was dressed drab at the time). She said that she saw the lace trim on the bottom of my panties when I bent over (I was wearing short shorts and tank top). OOPS!, outed again! Oh well, nobody died.
We said our good byes and went our separate ways. Nobody was hitting on anybody, just having a fun-filled girly conversation. I paid for my stuff then left.
hugs,
Deb
