Blame Abba

I had only rarely tried on Jacqui's clothes, somehow they seemed more for her - it sounds daft I know. I did try on mother's stuff, at least I had before I started buying my own. But now she was inviting me to! I jumped at the chance. The so-called interview suit was just that, a slim deep blue suit, jacket and skirt, with a slightly silvery fleck throughout. It was really a very nice suit. Jacqui had worn it for her College interview, I couldn't recall any other occasion.

I picked out one of my long sleeved nylon blouses, a smooth silky 'George' item, and slipped it on. Then I sat on the bed and smoothly rolled on a pair of black stockings, really very sheer, as always I loved the feel of them. Then the skirt, it was short but not too short, and the slightly flared jacket. I would have loved to wear my ultra-high heels but no, Jacqui had said not, they were obviously too high for such an outfit. So it was 'only' 3" heels, but again black patent stilettos, with a silver buckle on the ankle strap.

I stood and looked in the mirror. Actually, though I had thought it should be redone, the makeup was OK. It was not too overt, the blues in my eye-shadow and mascara picked out the suit colour well. I was waiting for Jacqui to come back, nervous and wondering how she would react. I heard her on the phone downstairs, so I decided to go down to see her. I grabbed the black handbag I had been carrying.

As I went down the stairs she looked up, gasped and smiled.

"OK Mary, talk to you later, bye."

"Don, you look fabulous, Really. That outfit suits you far better than it does me. Really foxy, a young executive on the way up, that's you."

I smiled outwardly. Inside I was beaming rapturously. Jacqui was being so kind to me. I had to say something, I decided to try out my 'feminine' voice.

"Thank you, Jacqui. That's really kind of you."

"Don, you even sound feminine. Christ you could have fun. But we still need to talk. But later, come with me."