... part 3
"The belt is what really makes the coat. It's belt that makes this coat coat so flattering, despite being as warm as a sleeping bag. This is one is really warm, actually one of our warmest coats. Right Susan?"
"Oh Karen, yes it is very warm indeed."
"I know, let me tell you. I have this coat. I bought it right away, the first time it came in at Shopping TV. I wanted to have a very warm coat, but something that would still look feminine. When I saw this coat I had to have it. This is the coat that I just throw on when it's chilly outside and I don't want to put on layers of sweaters. When I need to run to the store, this coat will keep me warm with only a regular shirt underneath. Or if you want to be really really warm, you can layer it like Susan here, with a thick cable knit turtleneck sweater and a puffy vest. You certainly look 'cozy and cute'... emphasis on cozy."
"Ha ha ha... very funny... Karen..."
"It's a very long coat, around 48 inches down the back. I'm my case it reaches down to the middle of my calves, but if you see it on Susan, is basically a ankle length coat. Although Susan, the coat looks very elegant with those sky high booties you're wearing. Nowadays I leave heels that high to my daughter, but Susan you look fierce strutting in them."
"Umm... Thanks...!?"
"You're welcome Susan, and thank you for tuning in a joining us for another episode of 'Cozy and Cute'. See you next episode."
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"That was a fun one, right Susan?"
"Maybe fun for you..."
"Relax Susan. I was just trying to lighten up. I'm sure Megan will eventually forget whatever you did to her and relent in forcing you to dress like this."
"I wouldn't be so sure."
"Oh well... So are puffy vests the next escalation in the conflict?"
"Seems like it."
"It does look like of cute."
"Maybe... But I'm dying in here..."
"Well, look at it on the bright side... At least it's Friday and it's time to head home. And this weekend is the holiday party."
"Well, I'm actually not really looking forward to that, Megan said that Cristina will send me a package with my party wear."
"That sounds ominous. It seems Megan is really taking things seriously..."
I went home to find a large box waiting for me on my porch. I lugged the heavy box up to my living room and left it there. I was too exhausted to deal with whatever was inside.
The next morning I knew I had to suck it up, and deal with whatever devilish outfit Megan had picked up to annoy me and humiliate me during the holiday party. As I opened the box, there was a note on top:
Susan,
This will be your outfit for the holiday party. As per the public image clause in your contract, all of the garments included in here are mandatory. No coat is included as you already have an appropriate one for the party. See you at the party,
Megan
Under the note there was a long black dress, made out of soft and stretchy jersey wool. I seemed to reach just above de knee, and while it did have long sleeves and a turtleneck, it was far more delicate that the dresses I had been forced to wear lately.
Next was a long box, I took it out of the bigger box and took a look at the label:
Style Name: Fame
Size: 8
Heel Height: High
Heel Height Measurement: 4"
Color: Black
Toe Type: Pointy
Upper Material: Leather
Lining Material: Leather
Outsole Material: Manmade
The boots were imposing, knee length and with a very high stiletto heel. There was a golden zipper along the full length of the boot, as well a holden chain going half way around the back of the ankle. The boots actually looked very elegant.
The first big surprise came as I pulled out the shapewear. Instead of the latex cincher I had been wearing in the shows, I pulled something even more fearsome. The garment had long attached legs, reaching to almost the knees. The latex was thicker and there was something stiff between the stitching along the torso. Rather than just a waist cincher, this was a full body briefer with boning.
Underneath the shapewear, there was yet another surprise, a big one. It was the most humongous bra I have ever seen. Looking at it was ridiculous, but the truly appalling came when I checked the tag, and confirmed it was my size. It wasn't really the size that was concerning, it was the volume! The bra was massively padded, so much that it would stand in its own. Those two inches of padding on top my already voluptuous bosom, I will look like a caricature.
Feeling despondent, I took a final look at the box. A long fur scarf completed the look. I laughed trying not to cry: "well at least there's no puffy vest in the box!" I told myself. The I realized I was on the verge of tears... This wasn't party wear, this was utter torture.
Yet I knew there was no way but forward, and I did the only sensible thing that came into my mind...
"Hi Cate, I'm in a bit of bind, and I need your help... Today... I need you to block off your whole day..."
Cate was one of the few people I could call a true friend, and knew that she would come through for me in a situation like this. And she did say yes. But her immediate instructions were something I dreaded. And despite any apprehension and uneasiness, I proceeded without any hesitation.
To be continued.
Great story��
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