Libbie's life will change...for the better.
CHAPTER 1
June 12 2012
“Sista we’re going to a bar not a farmer's market!" she
shouts at me.
“But Penny, I'm comfortable in this, let’s just go." I argue back.
Standing at the foot of her bed, my arms folded, I try to be patient with her. She’s
demanding but, I have to listen. She has been telling me what to do since I was
twelve. She loves me and wants what is best for me. Feeling somewhat almost
defeated, I’m wearing a pretty pink top covered with tiny white flowers pattern,
fades jeans and black converse, my over abundant thick brown hair is hangs
heavy in a ponytail, as not to drive me crazy, I’m presentable. I envy Penny
with her straight smooth blond locks, she’s beautiful. I think I look okay, as I
looked down at myself. My jeans are clean, soft and not frayed. My shirt is
clean and I smell fresh. Penny only wants what’s best for me. I think I’m good.
“Come on we need to get sexy and
party girl!” Rummaging through her extensive wardrobe, she searches for a guise
worthy. I still my tongue and let her mother me. The girl with everything, looks, money great
job and Mr.Wonderful, she has always told me what to do and I have always let
her.
“I’m fine.” Who am I going to impress anyway?
"Here put this on and get
rid of the Granny panties!" Penny throws the dress on the bed.
"Can't we just go to a
pub?" I plead. My heart sinks a little in my chest, she always makes me
feel like there was a test and I didn’t study. Life has always come so easy to
her and I continue to play the part of
her plain Jane sister that should try
harder. I never really know what she see in me as a friend. I’ve thought more
than once like minded people attract each other and beautiful people are also
drawn to each other. Penny and I couldn’t be any different if we tried. Like crazy
glue linked us together, we will be connected forever, since 2001.
“Oh that box is full of clothes
for you, they are things you’ll like, trust me.
I don’t want them anymore. Just look through the box and take what you
want. They are all sexy,” she sings sweetly.
“Aquaintapparelfanailia.”I smile.
“Good one, Lib.” Penny laughs back at me. She’s stunning, in a take your
breath away gorgeous sort of way, her smile is an always bright smile. I have a
little bit of a buck tooth thing happening and sometimes my teeth just feel too
big for my mouth. Penny’s smile is perfect I know she has left a trail of broken hearts
In her path. She’s so beautiful. It can’t
be helped men fall over themselves for
her flawless structure. Most women are jealous! But, I love her to the
depth of my hear and along with a couple of gay men she is my family.
“First of all we haven’t been out
to a night club in ages so we need to look knockout! And
second we need to get over Jon. This is a goodbye looser celebration and hello
new prospects. Party!”
She has been there for me,
ever since we met in elementary school, when Tommy tried to kick my ass. Penny defended me against the little bully,
befriending me when Tommy retaliated. Protecting like the mothering soul she is
and I love her for it. When Jon dumped me after three months of dating hell,
she was there for me, again.
She leaves and comes back with two shot glasses and hands me one.
"Tequilla!" With her
reassuring way, “that's it, time to get drunk and forget that tool!”
I know she
wants me to be over him but, I still feel very bruised and vulnerable. I never
felt right with him but, he was my first real boyfriend. She grabs my shoulders with her manicured
hands gives me a hug, stands back and
smiles,
"Put it on, sweet pea you’ll be beautiful. I grab the dress , pull off
my old hippy t-shirt, unhook my
bra, I look in the mirror at myself. Not much for boobs, I'm skinny, and I wish
I had her blond hair. No wonder Jon left me.....I just feel so ugly duckling
right now. I undo my jeans, and slide them down to the floor and kick them into
the corner. I’m in such a funk, she’s right, I need some mood booster.
I pull the cream silk dress over my head, Wow this actually feels good
on my skin, so smooth, silky, this is rich. Sophisticated. Uptown.
Giving myself a full inspection in the mirror.
“Take your hair out of that overgrown ponytail. Just let it fall loose. Remember...sexy!”
I do as I instructed and my hair flows freely around my shoulders, over
my small breasts and I’m pleased with
the way it looks, cascading down my back. Little streaks of gold shine through
the mahogany tresses. I glance further down and see my panties show lines
through the dress .Not quite the look I’m going for, not at all. Maybe this dress
is just a little too much, or not enough .
"I don't like that my underwear show through"...I call out a
little embarrassed.
"Try these", she says holding up a tan thong.
"Penny!!"I squeal. “I do like the feel of this dress though,
great material, silky, soft and smooth.” I put on the panties and instantly
like the way they hug my hips, lengthens my leg, and clings tight to my
stomach. OK, the new me, I make a deal with myself. I could like this, I almost
look beautiful.
“I think you’ve been living with Gay and gayer for far to long! You
don’t even know what a real man wants! Lib, you are so turning that page,
tonight. Here just a little of this magenta lip stick. Perfect.”
“Penny that’s no way to talk about Chris and Gerry.” I love living with them, I miss Gerry.
“Tell me when does he get back
again?”
“Wednesday. It’s been 3 months
this time.” I suddenly feel overwhelmed.
Tears start to threaten my eyes. Me without Jon, is kind of a sickening thought. He was the
first man, I could call my boyfriend. First
man I ever let make love to me and probably ever will. If Gerry would have been here maybe it
wouldn’t have been so bad. Gerry can always ease my pain and make me see good
in everything. Chris tried to soothe me but, it was awkward and now on I'm
going to Pergatories to meet some one new…yeah right. .you go girl, trying to
give myself confidence. Going to the night club is Penney’s idea. It’s not
working.
Suddenly I feel a ping of pain in
my heart, nope none of this pity girl! Get over him. Nobody feels sorry for you
but, yourself.
“You need shoes with really high heels?” Penny pops around the corner
holding up a pair of black pump “theses ones!” she grins.
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