Earlier today. Teamed-up with a nice and professionally very correct contractor. We got quite a lot done. Then...
She caught a glimpse of my screen as we were idling at the cafeteria. Cafeteria. No meal-time party for contractors, we're paid by the hour so must make the most of a day, of every day.
What the hell are those good for ? Some kind of perverse turn-on of sorts ?
Nope dear colleague, those are just overly nice things, petticoats, probably worth to consider for the upcoming holidays and parties and such ?
No. Hell no, that's just for whores. A normal Girl would never be caught dead wearing one of those, such a shame. Girls don't need that to be pretty and desirable, whores do, accessories are part of their business after all.
*Palmface*
Should I spoil the party ? Tell her that "normal" to her understanding Girls also do not need that much perfume, foundation cream, eyelashes, hairspray, jewelry, branded winter jackets, designer frames, flashy expensive watches, girly smartphone cases?
That I'll gladly override the controls of the shredder, a monstrous scary machine, so she can throw it all inside and free herself from the burden of all those potentially unwanted signs of femininity?
Rather not. She's jut one of those lost souls. One more victim of "fake it till you make it".
So I'd better let her parade her label bearing possessions for all to see.
Time will come when terminal bedroom boredom will rush desperate genetic Ladies to ask Sissies for glamour and charm tips.
The sooner, the better.
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