Chapter Four
In Penney's, we went to the women's section. I started through the blouses and told her to find some skirts that did NOT hide her legs. I picked out a few sleeveless blouses and then wandered over to the underwear section. I had peeked and knew her bra size was 36D so I picked out a couple of lacy bras to replace her industrial-strength cotton, some bikini and French cut panties, and a garter belt/nylon combination. I met her at the changing rooms, handed her my armload, and told her to start modeling.
The first time she stepped out of the changing room area into the modeling area with its mirrors, she was so damn cute I laughed. She pushed back the curtain just a tiny crack and looked around, obviously afraid someone but I would see her. When she stepped out I whistled and she blushed.
She had on a white sleeveless blouse, an obviously red bra under it, and a black skirt ending right at the knee. She blushed and did a quick turn, looked around, giggled, and flashed me with a peek at red panties.
She repeated that process through four separate outfits, each time getting more and more comfortable in her own skin as they say. By the fourth, she stepped out doing a passable model walk, one foot carefully in front of the other. She took a few steps, stopped, did a full turn, did a few more steps, and curtsied. I whistled my approval.
She paid and we left, the boxes filling the trunk of her car.
"One more stop," I said.
I keyed "Beauty Shops near me" into Google Maps and found "Martha's" was about three blocks away. I grinned at Edna and we headed to "Martha's."
We walked in and a middle-aged woman greeted us, smiling.
"Are walk-ins welcome?" I asked and she said, "yes."
"How long's the wait?" I asked.
She smiled, a very nice, very professional smile. "Got somewhere to be?" she asked.
I chuckled and said, "no, but how long?"
"Just a few minutes sweetheart," she said, "Iris is just finishing up."
"Okay," I said, and crooked my finger, beckoning Edna.
"My best girl, here," I said, "is just getting back into the dating scene. As you can see, you have a lot to work with," and I lifted up the mass of her hair, "so you have a free hand to get her ready for some party time, okay?"
She grinned.
Edna cleared her throat and said, "ummmmm, do I get a say?"
I kissed her, quickly, probably the first time she had ever been kissed in public, and said, "no. In fact," and I turned to our hostess and asked, "are you Martha by any chance?"
She smiled, a VERY good smile, and said, "I am."
"Well Martha," I said, flashing my BEST boyish grin, the one I practice regularly in the mirror, "this is Edna and if Edna gives you any trouble, you let me know."
Then I turned to Edna and said, "now Edna, I'm leaving you in capable hands, but if I get a bad report from Martha here, well, you're not too big to spank."
Her eyes got big and she sort of squirmed when she said, "I understand."
I kissed her again and said to Martha, "How long with it take?"
She ran her fingers through Edna's hair, looked at the ends closely, separated the hair at her scalp and looked closely, and said, "give me two hours and I'll have her ready for the prom."
I laughed, said, "done," and headed to the car.
As I say, Limon's not a big town, so I could scout the availability of restaurants pretty handily. I looked at a couple and made reservations at one. Dinner for two at a restaurant and then I figured I'd take her home. She did, after all, still have a reputation to maintain.
I stopped for a beer and killed some time giving pool lessons to the local patrons. Then it was back to the beauty shop to pick her up.
They made a production of it. "Sit," the lady called Martha (for all I know that's what actually was on her birth certificate) said, so I sat.
They walked Edna out from the back of the room, two of them holding a drape between them so I couldn't see her. Then, with a flourish, they pulled the drape away, and there she was.
And she was spectacular. Her hair was the first thing that caught your eye. It was pulled back, showing off her face, and leaving a mass of curls hanging down her back like a mane. They had done her face too, her eyebrows plucked to high arches, a pale blue eye shadow a good color for her, the eyeliner adding little points to the outside corners of her eyes giving her a mildly exotic look, and a combination of mascara and modest false eyelashes adding more of that exotic feel. Her mouth was scarlet. A hint of blush highlighted her cheeks. She was stunning.
The clothes would have been modest on anyone else. A simple white sleeveless blouse with two buttons open at the neck, the simple pencil skirt, seams on the nylons ruler-straight, and moderately high heels with ankle straps and open toes. On her, the change was so complete from her normal gramma look, that she looked like she should be working in a strip club.
I got to my knees and laid my forehead on the floor.
"I'm not worthy," I said drawing a giggle from Edna and a full throated belly laugh from Martha.
A hand touched my shoulder and Martha said, "arise, young one, and greet your Lady." The ways she said it made the capitalization clear and it felt right.
So I stood and took her hand.
"Good job," I said to Martha and she smiled.
"I had good material to work with," she said.
"You did at that," I said, and I was unable to take my eyes off of Edna.
As I walked her to the car she was holding onto my arm in the possessive way of some women.
