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1-900-DRESSUP
By Ricky
I'm sure that you have seen an ad or two (or twenty) for
one of those 900 phone services. They usually have neat
names like 1-900-HOT-HOTT, which is a real number that a
teenage neighbor called twice on my garage phone before I
caught him. If I ever could understand why someone would
pay $25 for the first four minutes of talk when for a
smaller monetary investment you could go to a bar somewhere
and buy some floozy a few drinks and get the talk live, or
possibly something more if you have a golden tongue. Now
get your mind out of the gutter, or wherever else it
strayed, I'm referring to the gift of gab.
So anyway, here I am righteously denigrating these mnemonic
numbers when I see amongst a page full of offers of
telephonic bliss in any form you can think of, an ad for 1-
900-DRESS-UP, promising to fulfill any crossdresser's
dreams. So to prove I'm as human as any Presidential
Candidate, I did an immediate flip-flop and decided there
might be something worthwhile here after all.
I didn't want any record of my folly on my phone bill, so I
quickly put on my best blouse and skirt, made a short stop
at the bank, and searched until I found an isolated, old
fashioned phone booth complete with door. With my purse
filled with my life savings in quarters, I sat down and
dialed. It was an old fashioned phone with a real dial that
you have to spin around, so when the artificially pleasant
voice mail system droned on about pressing 1 for lingerie,
2 for leather, 3 for bras and girdles I gave the round dial
a dirty look and clobbered that ancient piece of technology
with my coin laden purse.
Maybe it was dumb luck, or maybe the inner bowels of the
phone system took pity on me, but Ma Bell reacted with a
symphony of beeps and bloops, and suddenly I was
overhearing someone else's conversation, but apparently
they couldn't hear me. I swear on a stack of Lane Bryant
catalogs that every word that follows is an accurate
transcription of that conversation and the absolute
truth...
SEXY VOICE: ...meet a girl like you. You must look so
pretty. What are you wearing?
BASHFUL VOICE: A new green satin blouse with a high ruffled
neck and a plum flowered skirt, yellow stockings and pink
pumps with 5 inch heels.
SV: (In an uncertain tone) Oh yes, honey. It sounds
wonderful. (Sounding a bit more sure) I like thinking about
what you have waiting under that under that skirt for me.
Tell me all about it.
BV: (Sounding excited) I do have a charming black lace slip
with little flowers around the bodice and hemline. It makes
me feel so... so... feminine.
SV: You can't begin to know how that makes me feel. Tell me
darling; if I were to slowly lift that slip over your knees
just what would I see?
BV: Well, I am wearing a perfectly wonderful pair of powder
blue bikini panties with lace and the most darling bows.
Isn't that exciting?
SV: It sure is, I'm drooling at the thought. But I was
thinking more of what you have under the panties, as nice
as they might be.
BV: You must mean my garter belt. Do you know how hard it
is to find a real garter belt these days, with panty hose
and all the rage? I spent just hours and hours shopping for
one and finally found a red and black frilly one that....
SV: (Muttered) Yeah, about as hard as it is to get you to
understand where I'm going! (Louder) It sounds wonderful to
me, Dearie, but what I had in mind was a more personal
endowment.
BV: You must mean my breast forms. With those babies I'm
endowed like you wouldn't believe. They're real silicon
filled and wiggle like Jell-O when I walk. Move over Dolly
Parton, there won't be room enough for the both of us in a
small room.
SV: (Starting to sound peeved) what some people will pay
$3.95 a minute for. Look here, tiger, let me put it
bluntly, can get on with things here. How they hanging
under that dress?
BV: By my bra straps, how else? Although I have to admit I
get ruts in my shoulders from the straps. Do you run into
that problem?
SV: No, I seem to run into brick walls, or maybe brick
minds. Honey, all this is turning me on something awful,
can't you tell me how hot you're getting?
BV: Yeah, my slip is sticking to my back; it must be 90
degrees out today. I think...
At that point Ma Bell must have developed a conscience, for
in another symphony of beeps the conversation faded out and
the phone demanded 25 cents for the next 3 minutes, so I
gathered up my purse and went home, wondering if someone
will start a 900 number that really deals with what
crossdressers want.
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