Chapter #12Lady of Leisure by: Unknown It was a Wednesday morning and I was sitting at my dresser putting on my make-up. It had been three weeks since I woke up in this nightmare and it was a nightmare. Maybe I could cope if it was just a case of being stuck in the body of one of my worst enemies, if i didn't have to live her life. The life that I had despised for so long.
Doug had already left for work and as with everyday I was left to my own devices whilst my husband was away. In the last few weeks I had learnt that there was not much to Marsha's life. We had part-time housekeeper, Maria, who looked after the housework. I had tried to talk to her but she seemed petrified of me and I ended up just letting her get on with it. I wasn't exactly a workaholic, but before the accident I had loved my job and even when I wasn't working I liked to keep busy, going for a run or to the gym. I knew exercising would be difficult in my new body, but one day I thought that maybe I could just go for jog around the garden only to find that I didn't own a single pair of flat shoes, let alone sneakers or gym kit. The next day I couldn't see the point of putting on my make up or setting my hair, but when Donald got home he made such a fuss that I had spent at least an hour and a half each day getting dolled up to the nines for nothing. Still it killed some time and god knows I had a lot of it on my hands. Doug asked me why I didn't go shopping or meet my friends for lunch, but I hadn't yet been able to face the outside world looking like this. Most days I just ended watching daytime soaps, smoking and having the odd glass of wine. By the end of the second week I realised I was polishing off a bottle of wine by myself in a day.
Today however, was different. Yesterday Marsha's friend... I mean my friend... Carol had called to see how I was and suggested that we spent a day at the spa, getting some treatments and being pampered. The idea didn't appeal to me one bit, but my cabin fever was finally outweighing my loathing of re-entering the world as Marsha Gates. Dressed in my underwear I perused my walk in wardrobe. Flipping through the many outfits, I began to panic slightly as I realised that all my pant-suits were in the wash. I had not been able to bring myself to wear a skirt yet, but it looked like I would have no choice today. I selected a chocolate brown Armani skirt suit and a shiny gold satin blouse. Since I was going to be wearing a skirt and my waxing wasn't booked in until later this day, I rolled on a pair of matt black stockings. I shuddered when I stepped into the skirt and zipped it up around my waist, it was like the final admission that I was a woman. Finally I selected some shoes, my hand hovered over a pair of black three inch sling back heels, but in the end I went for the a pair of chocolate brown suede five inch pumps. I know your thinking thats odd, but I hated being so short.
Marsha had never learned to drive (another freedom denied to my now), so I called a cab and minced downstairs, the skirt constricting my steps even more. Whilst I waited, I poured myself some coffee and lit a cigarette. God, I hated the way the first cigarette of the day felt good. The horrible things had become an integral part of my life and I couldn't go more than 40 minutes or so without lighting up after the first one.
An hour later and I was at the spa, air-kissing Carol Sprigs, who apparently was my best friend and was another ageing trophy wife way past her best. Our treatments started with a full wax (which was extremely painful), followed by a full body massage, which was luxurious but humiliating. The girl who massaged me was gorgeous and my male brain couldn't help but to be turned on. Sex with Doug hadn't progressed much since that first night. I still found sex with a man disgusting and Doug suffered from premature ejaculation. We had sex every night, but I had only managed three orgasms since ending up in this body and all of those were from finishing myself whilst Doug snored next to me. When I had been Steve, Andrea and I had a great sex life and as a man I always expected to orgasm. I had soon learned that sex as a woman was a lot less fulfilling.
After the massage I popped outside for a cigarette to calm down, before returning for a pedicure and manicure. Carol and I sat with our fingers soaking as we watched the younger women bustle around us.
"Whats wrong sweetie?" Carol asked "Doug having his usual problems? Cumming too soon?"
"Shhh!!!" I hissed embarrassed.
"Oh Sweetie! Don't be so silly! Half conversations these girls hear in here are about the problems in the bedroom" Carol laughed "Marsha dear, I've told you before. You have to options. With men our husbands age, its often just laziness. They just don't care enough to make sure we are satisfied. First, you can try and find something to spice things up in the bedroom, maybe some role play, porn or even dressing up?"
"And the second" I asked warily.
"Take the number of my personal trainer Gavin, for an extra fee he will make sure even women our age get a real hard work out, if you get my meaning!" She winked and laughed.
After having my nails lacquered a burgundy colour, I laid out flat in body wrap with a face pack and cucumbers resting on my eyes. As I relax I found my mind wandering and I caught myself thinking of ways to spice things up with Doug....or may be I should just take the number of Carol's personal trainer... Jesus I couldn't believe I was even thinking about this, but man did I need to get my rocks off soon.
Carol drove me home after the Spa, I had to admit I had enjoyed myself today and indeed had enjoyed Carol's company. She was exactly like Marsha, but it was felt re-assuring to be around someone else who lived this strange lifestyle, detached from the real world. We air-kissed as I got out and she handed me a card.
"Here's Gavin's number just in case you change you mind" I hesitated...then smiled and took it. Maria had left by the time I minced back into the house, heels clicking on the wooden floor. I poured myself a glass of wine, lit a cigarette and looked up ways to spice up a middle-aged sex life on the internet. I found myself getting horny as i read the sex tips and soon I was reaching up inside my skirt...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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