Ask the Sissy, why 12$ of nylons didn't work...

She landed on our porch, sipped hi-octane energy drink from a fluo bottle then jumped from her equally fluo carbon fiber space tech bicycle. Smiling, peppy, dynamic, fresh.

Smiling. She always smiles.

Obviously no coffee, she's on a diet. But yes a glass of water, with pleasure. Diet water of course. Ok, roger that.

A genuinely heartwarming person, casual family acquaintance, the kind of persons able to bring sunshine in any conversation.

This and that talk ensues. Her feminine clock is ticking. It's about time for Mr. Right and baby strollers.

Things turn serious.

Yes, there's that Mr. 'Not So Wrong' at the gym, square jawbone, short hair, massive arms. Whistles, bells, shooting stars and earthquakes every time he handles her like a pancake.

Not that romantic though, you know, being pancaked sure is awesome, but just like that, just in his arms, you know, dreaming, just cozy, you know, warm and you know, cuddle...

Nope. Nope ? Definitively nope. Like, you know...

She took things in hand. Flowers and LED candles in her bedroom, YouTube romantic music. Went as far as investing 12 bucks in black stay-up stockings. Wow...

And was dully pancaked again. Which of course felt good. And empty once the earthquake calmed down and the pancake master chef went checking his emails.

The black stockings trick didn't work...

No cuddling. Isn't that desperately sad ? I mean, even black stockings didn't help.

Hey, what's that stockings theory, could she explain ?

Sure ! Aren't black stockings supposed to instantly turn men into romantic creatures throwing rose petals all around ?

Why do I laugh that hard ? Could I possibly stop before she starts to cry ?

Eventually I overcame myself and obliged.

Save the gym, what are her fishing grounds ? The gym cafeteria obviously !

Something tells me that I'm about to laugh again.

And single organic bars. And the restaurant at mid day break. Not always though, only when they serve organic veggie menu. Rather seldom indeed.

Hold about, you mean there are organic single bars now ? Ah, ok, just that one, yes, I understand not all have converted to bio cocktails.

And what about a lovely feminine dress, a bit of cleavage, hosiery and heels, fragrance, flowing hairdo then just book a room at a conference hotel for a short improvised vacation ?

Beauty sleeps, spa, pool, a shopping tour, lounge, restaurant, bar ? A lot of young willing to bite life correct single gentlemen feel lonely on biz-trips, just saying.

A dress ? Do I mean, a dress ?

Well she does not really know, last time she wore one was at graduation and she felt so uneasy. Heels? Those horrible back killer torture instruments invented by...  men ?

Dilemma. Laugh or cry ?

Further half hour in the discussion her definition of femininity is crystal clear. A perfect and perfectly functioning female body wrapped in leotards and yoga suits topped by a locked on perfection headroom.

And what about romance ? Puzzled eyes. Yes, oh so much, why it does not work that way?

Adoration is not romance.

Sure romance, aren't males supposed to adore females, even more, worship the efforts of females with perfect to all statistics bodies ?

Ouch.

Major confusion. Adoration and romance are not necessarily related.

Adoration is in the realm of possession, romance invokes preservation.

Big eyes, what the heck ?

Sure. An ordinary common housewife can be much more romantic than the perfection of a sculpture.

Even if she's....fat?

Sure.

Silence. And more silence.

Do I imply that she has to get fat?!

Can't hold it, explosive laughter ensues...

No honey, you don't have to get fat, just learn how to be mysteriously romantic.

In a word as in thousand it's all agreed. A Sissy will restyle a goddess. First things first, a guided shopping trip.

Sounds like a plan ?

Yes. A timid somehow hesitating yes.

Ask a Sissy. Sissies are chosen by Fairies, source of eternal femininity.

What was that about Fairies ?

Oh, never mind, one day she'll understand.