The Fitting Room

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The Fitting Room

It was her first time out since her surgery. She felt intimidated by the loud noise of the mall, which made her even more anxious as she had retreated to the confines of the changing area...

"Just let me know if I can be of assistance," the woman called from outside the fitting room.

"Thank you," she said softly. Her voice was quieter than usual; she didn't want to draw attention to herself. "I'm fine."

She looked in the wall mirror adjacent to the door.

"Damn straight," she thought to herself as she eyed her reflection.

"Not bad, not bad at all." She decided she liked this one the best. A calf-length maroon wool skirt, which was set off nicely by the chocolate brown boots with the tasteful and manageable two-inch heel. Between the length of the skirt and the fit of the boot, her tights were hidden but for the nicely provocative slit on the side of the skirt, which revealed that she had gorgeous legs.

"Fifty-Two and I've still got it," she whispered to herself. She checked the fit of the jacket; a nice claret in brocade, covering a soft bone-colored silk blouse. The top two buttons were unfastened, revealing a smart teardrop necklace of jade, which was mirrored in the matching jade earrings.

"Ah...Terroso..." She said to herself; her uncharacterisitic creamy complexion complemented the rich earth tones of her outfit. She blew a kiss to herself before stepping out of the changing room into the bright lights of the shop.


He stood as she stepped out, marveling at her poise and beauty; nothing, not even the unnecessary but understandable fear of cancer had daunted her spirit. She was as lovely as when they first married; perhaps even more so, with a glow of beauty that can only come from maturity.

"How's this one?" She asked, winking like a twenty-year-old coquette.

"As gorgeous as the last three," he said with a smile.

"Just two more, I promise, okay?" She pled like a school girl asking permission to go to her first middle school sleepover.

"Okay, just four more, he kidded her." He leaned against the rack for support.

"I'm sorry, honey, are you okay?" Her voice filled with concern.

"Oh, yes...just a bit tired...I'm fine...Go ahead...try the turquoise one..." He smiled again and she retreated into the room once more.

He stood across from the doorway and looked at the display of chic outfits that the store recommended. Rich wools and silks; leathers and suedes...all beckoning, calling his name. He shook his head and sighed.

"God, she does look good....maybe someday...." He said as he wiped his eyes with a hankerchief. "Maybe someday.

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A very fitting

ALISON

'way to start the day.Where's my hankerchief???

ALISON

Simply lovely...and quite

Simply lovely...and quite true. I do know "those" feelings.

Love and Hugs,

Midday Visitor

boy have i been there

nice start, love to see what happens next.

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poignant

kristina l s's picture

Here we are thinking...and then.... hmm... and a gentle little sucker punch at the end. Sigh, lovely, but...yeah.

Kristina

You know

like most times I read your stuff I learn more about writing. Nice delivery at the end of it.

Bailey Summers

Got the T shirt

And they always wonder why we can pick out such nice outfits. Very nice - short and concise.

As always,

Dru

As always,

Dru

*sighs*

Been there, felt that...

To be honest, I almost wish I'd not read this story. That scene has become increasingly difficult to deal with the past few years. *sighs* (I have to step away from the keyboard a minute. Sorry. Okay, back.) Going, wearing wedge loafers; a blouse & earings the last time out with my family certainly made the trip easier... One of these days, maybe it'll be me in that changing room! (Just looking for something that looks decent. I can't imagine anything that'd look stunning. LOL)

It took a while, and I'm sure you planned it that way, for me to realize what you were doing. I wasn't suspicious until she came out, and there was a guy waiting. I still wasn't sure until the last two "paragraphs".

Thanks, I think.
Anne

Awwww

This story is kind of sad. . . At least to someone who had to feign disinterest in women's clothes for half a century.

Good, if kind of sad.

The Fitting Room...

Drea...

I hate to admit this but you've written my kind of story. How 'fitting'! I've admired your writing for some time and I simply must say that you never disappoint.

Love and Hugs...

Trish

Oh Drea...

What a heart breaking story done in such a delicate and almost unnoticable way. You really are so great at this.

Your Lil' Irish Brat

Dang it Girl

This just brings all kinds of things going on in my life and my wife's and som friends of mine.
and I am still dealing with it. If you need some ideas on which way to go with this PM me, but I know you don't. you have enough on your plate to draw from.

Did it again

Another great story that hits very close to home.

Connie

I sure do wish

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In my first time out, I felt so much more than just regular fear: The fear of being found out, of being thought of as not real - it was more than enough for me to not want to leave my apartment. That would have been ironic, since I went through all that I went through so that I didn't have to hide. and to dream of being accepted as the person I wanted to be.

Were it not for the financial problems that the procedures left me, and the need for a job that forced me out of the confines of my place, I would probably not have taken the plunge.

That was five years ago, and I have since rejoined the hustle and bustle of the world at large. but still I have that fear of being found out (not that I am hiding it, or even that I had anything to hide in the first place). In fact this non-fear is so bad that it can (and does) keep me up at night and make nightmares a regular experience. I suppose, in time, the fear will become weaker, and it will have all the impact of an adult's fear of childhood ghosts, monsters or the bogeyman - unlikely and improbable fears. I pray for that time.

Your heroine is lucky, that she has all but conquered this. I suppose it's a bit of wishful thinking, but I do envy her and her relationship with her spouse.

The hints you gave - I can only imagine what the spouse is thinking - that perhaps he is contemplating embarking on the same road that his wife has traveled. I guess it's how many here began this journey of transition. I wonder - would he still contemplate it if he really knew what was ahead?

Thank you for a thought-provoking story-lette, Aunt Andrea. Hope to see more of it in the future.

   
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couldn't help myself..

I just had to read this lovely story again.

Luv,

Connie

The Fitting Room

A sweet story that tells much in a few words.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

So true: So sad...

Ole Ulfson's picture

So much of our lives and so much of our pain in so few words.

Brilliant!

Ole

We are each exactly as God made us. God does not make mistakes!

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