1. One Snip Short


    Date: 10/11/2018, Categories: Trans, Author: BradleyStoke, Source: LushStories

    Karen paused outside the lavatories. To the left was the Gents, signified by a pin figure. To the right was the Ladies, where a similar pin figure wore the silhouette of a skirt. Well, it was obvious really. She was the one in the skirt, so she pushed the door open with a determined and resolute thrust. After relieving herself, she busied herself with the real reason she’d scuttled off to the loo, and that was to adjust her hair, reassure herself about the make-up she’d thickly applied to her face, and to make sure the scarf hadn’t slipped down too low. Yes, it was fine! She added an extra lustre to the deep red of her lipstick, revelling in her reflection in the mirror. She was an attractive woman: that was for sure. Slim, curvy and, this she knew from the heads that turned appreciatively as she strode across the bar, very striking. Her hair fell over her face, almost obscuring her well-rouged cheeks. Had the hairdresser left her hair too long? Or could he have snipped a little more off? This was an extra anxiety she could have done well without. She returned to the bar where Kenneth was waiting, sipping his glass of wine, the Guardian that had identified him when she arrived in the bar still in front of him. Karen had been ever so nervous when she set off earlier that evening for the date she’d arranged through the dating agency. Was Kenneth really the slim, handsome, w/e graduate that had attracted her attention? Was he really sensitive with a Good Sense Of Humour? So ...
    far there was nothing about him that suggested otherwise. But she was still nervous about her description of herself that must have taken his eye. Sure, she was slim, attractive, keen on the arts, enjoyed walks in the countryside and liked a good time, but as she knew, and he still didn’t, there was much more about her that she had deliberately omitted to mention. But would she ever do so? It was her intention to, but when would the time be right? She sat down opposite him and sipped her glass of Chardonnay, and glanced around at the other couples who looked as sophisticated as she hoped Kenneth and she did in the slightly pretentious wine bar she’d arranged to meet him. “You must excuse me,” she said anxiously. “I’m very nervous. I’ve never done this before.” He looked at her through soft green eyes, with just the glint of contact lens, and smiled. The slight blueness of his cheeks swelled as his teeth shone in the candle-light of Le Jeune Obscure , as the wine-bar christened itself. “My first time, too,” he said softly. His voice was gentle and seductive, but she was astute enough to see a kind of restiveness, even awkwardness, about him. “I’d wondered what it would be like, you know, meeting someone like you when it’s sort of arranged. A kind of confession of failure, I suppose.” “Failure?” wondered Karen, with a slight alarm How could someone so handsome, but also so gentle and reserved, be anything less than a total success in the game of love? In fact, why had some ...
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