Author’s Note: This builds upon the events of Chapter 1. I would recommend reading it first, before diving into this chapter. As a reminder, the story continues to build rather slowly. But trust me, the kinkiness will come.
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Saturday, January 17
There was a smile on my face this morning as I sat up in bed, yawning and stretching. It wasn’t because I had been able to sleep longer, although I loved being so well-rested. I also had a tremendous feeling of excitement, akin to a child waking up on Christmas morning.
My anticipation for what the day might bring was evident in everything I did before leaving my apartment. I sang in the shower. I whistled while I got dressed, did my hair, and fixed my makeup. I even hummed while eating blueberry waffles. The last part wasn’t too unusual for me, since I was enjoying my favorite breakfast food.
Up until the moment I got into my car, my focus had been on the fun activities I would be engaging in with Polly. I was looking forward to being involved in her physical transformation. However, as I settled in behind the wheel, I remembered the other item on my agenda: a discussion I wanted to have with her.
It was a short, five-minute drive to Polly’s house. This barely gave me time to review my plan for broaching the subject of her potential sexual interest in me. On one hand, I might come off as a hypocrite if I asked her about it, since plenty of boys leered at me too. On the other hand, none of those guys had near the same wanton desire in their gaze. She wasn’t just undressing me with her eyes – she was engaging in all kinds of lascivious activities as well!
When I pulled into her driveway, I came to the conclusion I needed to bring it up. I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, and perhaps think I was leading her along. However, the setting for this dialog needed to be right. If I was able to persuade her to have dinner with me after we finished shopping, it would be the perfect opportunity.
I stepped onto her front porch and took a deep, calming breath. I had to push aside my anxiety regarding the potential difficult conversation. After convincing myself everything would be fine, I rang the doorbell.
A few moments later, the front door opened and a smiling Polly appeared.
“Hi, Polly!” I returned her smile. “How are you doing?”
“Hi, Miss Nolan.” She came out to greet me. “I’m good.” Her eyes widened as she looked me up and down. “Wow, you look amazing!”
“Thanks!” I glanced at my outfit, which was similar to the style I had worn all week: a white buttoned blouse, a short black skirt, white patterned stockings, and a pair of three-inch black heels. While it may have been a bit much for a trip to the outlets, I wanted it to give her ideas on how to update her wardrobe.
She gazed at what she was wearing: a green t-shirt, blue denim shorts, and brown sandals. Her expression quickly changed to one of disappointment.
“I’m sorry. I should have worn something nicer.”
“Don’t worry about it. You look fine.”
“But I can’t go out looking like this.”
“Yes, you can.”
“No! I’ll look stupid next to you! I gotta go change into something else.”
She turned to go back into her house, but I grabbed her arm.
“Polly, please. We have an appointment and I don’t want us to be late.”
I heard her let out a sigh, and she spun around to face me. She looked quite upset.
Realizing I needed to alleviate her concerns, I placed a hand on her shoulder. “Besides, I’m the one who’s overdressed.” I gave her a light squeeze. “Nobody at the places we’re going will have a problem with what you’re wearing.”
“Are, are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” I patted her arm. “Now let’s head over to the salon.”
A slight smile appeared on her face as she nodded. We began walking and I heard her gasp.
“Wow! I love your car!”
I chuckled. “Oh, this old thing?”
“No way! It looks brand new!”
She rushed over to my red convertible, acting as though it was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. I laughed at her giddiness, but it warmed my heart to witness such pure joy from her.
“Go on,” I said to her while opening the driver-side door, “hop in!”
Before I could even blink, she was in the passenger seat with her belt buckled. It was crazy to think she had gone from being so reluctant, to being so eager – in a matter of seconds.
After I clicked my seatbelt, I giggled at her continued display of enthusiasm. I then put on my sunglasses.
“So, is this the first time you’ve ridden in a convertible?”
“Yeah, and it’s gonna be soooo awesome!”
“I’m glad you like it. This car was actually my mom’s for a while, and my parents gave it to me when I graduated from college.”
“Cool! I wish I had a car like this.”
“Do you have your license?” I asked as I began backing out of the driveway.
“Yeah, but I have to drive either my mom’s mini-van or my dad’s Volvo. And those are pretty lame.”
“You think those are lame? You should have seen istanbul escort the piece of junk I used to drive.”
I glanced over to see her confused expression, and shifted gears to proceed out of the housing development.
“I had a gray station wagon that was practically falling apart, with like 200,000 miles on it.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I was a poor college student, and it was all I could afford. But somehow it held up until I graduated and got this baby.”
“Wow, I can’t imagine you in something that ugly.”
“Well, I did hang some pink fuzzy dice from the rear-view mirror. So that helped a little.”
I gave her my best sarcastic smile, and she burst out laughing.
“Oh my God, that must have looked soooo tacky!”
“It did, but I didn’t care. When I stepped out of that thing, it didn’t matter to anyone what my car looked like.”
She went quiet for a few moments. “That’s because you’re beautiful, Miss Nolan.”
“Thanks, Polly. That’s so nice of you to say.”
“It’s true, though. You could be a model. You’re gorgeous!”
She was laying it on thick. I nearly blushed with embarrassment.
“And you’re a sweet girl.” I patted her leg. “Speaking of being gorgeous, that’s what today is all about. You may not believe it, but there’s a beautiful young woman inside of you that’s just dying to come out. And later this afternoon, she’ll be on full display.”
“Do you really think so?”
“I do. You’re very pretty, Polly. With my help, everyone will see what I see in you.”
I managed to glance at her as I turned the car onto the main road. The smile on her face shone as bright as the Florida sun. It was contagious, and I found myself grinning from ear to ear.
Several minutes later, we were on the bridge toward the mainland. I punched the gas pedal, and Polly let out a triumphant shout. With her arms raised and her hair flying in the open breeze, she looked like she was on a thrilling amusement park ride. I couldn’t help but laugh at her child-like behavior. But I had to admit, driving fast with the top down was indeed exhilarating.
We didn’t speak again for the next thirty minutes, as we enjoyed the beautiful views of the water while zooming across the causeway. Of course, it was unlikely we would have heard each other unless we were screaming, with how loud the sound of the wind was.
When we neared our destination, the traffic became heavier and I was forced to drive much slower. Moments later, we were stopped at a red light. I peered over at Polly and let out a giggle.
“You know, I wanted your hair to have a little more body. But the crazy wind-blown look may be a bit much.”
She raised an eyebrow and flipped down the mirror on her visor. After she saw herself, she shook her head and chuckled.
“Yeah, that’s pretty terrible.” She grabbed her purse off the floor and unzipped it. “I better fix it.” She took out a small brush and gazed at me. “Hey, how come your hair doesn’t look like this?”
“Who knows?” I replied with a shrug. “Maybe it’s the curling iron I use, or the stuff I wash my hair with.”
She nodded and began brushing her hair. “Do you use a special shampoo and conditioner?”
“Yup, and they only sell it at the salon. It’s pretty expensive, but I’ll show it to you before we leave.”
“Awesome! I should probably use it too, since I’ll have a new hairdo.”
“You definitely should, as long as you can afford it.” I continued driving for a bit and then remembered I wanted to ask her about dinner. “So, do you want to go someplace to eat when we’re done shopping?”
I noticed her tilting her head, as if she was considering it. “Um, okay, that sounds good.”
“I mean, I understand if you need to get back. It’s just there’s this great Italian place near the outlets that I thought you might like.”
“No, I don’t need to be home until, like, ten or eleven o’clock. My parents won’t be home until then anyway. And I gotta eat something for dinner.”
“Okay, great. I didn’t want to pressure you into it, that’s all.”
“Oh, it’s not like that. I just didn’t expect to be eating out. But it sounds like an awesome restaurant, and I love Italian!”
“Wonderful! And it’s definitely the best I’ve ever had.”
“Cool! I can’t wait!”
With that, we pulled into the parking lot and headed into the styling salon. When I gave my name at the lobby desk, I was thankful for not encountering too much traffic. The woman told me that they didn’t hold appointments for long, and we were several minutes late.
We got our hair done first. For me, it was a trim and adding bright red highlights. Polly had more than just a little cut off, as well as quite a bit of styling. She seemed distressed at what was happening until she saw the results in the mirror. Her once long and plain hair now had body, ending in curls just above her shoulders. It was adorable, and she loved it.
Because she was so pleased with the hairstyle I had recommended for her, she agreed to the next part of our escort bayan schedule. Her enthusiasm for it lasted right up until the first strip of wax was removed from her legs. I thought my hearing would be damaged from the scream she emitted. I had to hold her hand to get her through the rest of it – including the bikini area – while she gasped, whimpered, and groaned.
As for my own waxing, it definitely didn’t tickle. But I had been through it many times before and knew what to expect. I did feel a little bad about not warning her. However, I suspected she would chicken out if she had been told how painful it would be.
I explained to her I would be having my pubic hair trimmed, as I preferred the feel of it better when short. I also mentioned longer hair down there could be unsightly in a bathing suit. Given what she had just experienced, I figured she would decline to have this done. I certainly wouldn’t have blamed her.
To my surprise, she agreed to go through with it. I could tell she was anxious as she was taken back for this procedure, but she returned a little while later with a smile on her face.
The final treatment at the styling salon was to have our makeup done. This was always my favorite part, and I knew right away this was true for Polly as well. She asked many questions of the beautician as eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner and blush were applied. I was proud of her for wanting to learn about this. She was so caught up in the moment, she didn’t even react to having some of her eyebrow hair plucked.
Once everything was finished, I smiled at her wondrous expression when she saw her face and then mine in the mirror. She thought we looked like movie stars, and I had to agree. While I was pleased with my own appearance, I could hardly believe how pretty Polly looked. I imagined with the right outfit, she would be simply stunning.
On our way out, she bought some of the makeup which had been applied to her. I also pointed out the hair products I used, and she purchased those as well. Since I was already there, I picked up some for myself too.
Our next stop was at the nail salon. We didn’t have to wait long, and we were soon seated in adjacent chairs. Polly informed me this was the first time she was getting a professional manicure and pedicure. I told her it would be a treat for her, but she seemed hesitant. It didn’t take long for me to determine the reason for this.
When we were told to remove our shoes, she apologized for the way her toenails looked. Both I and the woman working on them told her not to be concerned, as we had seen much worse. She nodded and appeared to relax somewhat.
As the nail technicians began working, I was happy I had the foresight to leave my stockings in my purse. I had placed them there when I excused myself, prior to the waxing at the previous salon. If I hadn’t done so, I would have needed to roll them off before my pedicure started.
For the next twenty minutes, Polly and I talked to each other and the friendly nail technicians. I did notice her glancing down at my legs, and I swore she was also looking at my feet. Then again, we were both getting our toenails painted and she was also looking at her own feet.
While waiting for the nail polish to dry, I admired the crimson color on my fingers and toes. Polly went with a bright pink color, which looked nice on her. It matched her blush and lipstick. I asked her if she would be buying any pink clothing at the outlet. She giggled and replied I must be psychic, because she definitely planned on it.
After using the bathroom and putting my stockings back on, I drove us to the outlet center. As we got out of the car, she told me she had only been to this place once before. She was excited to do some shopping here, since she now had money of her own.
She was practically skipping as we made our way to the clothing store. I laughed at yet another show of pure exuberance. It seemed to me this was the real Polly – not the sad, apprehensive girl who had been hiding beneath so many layers of pain and humiliation – and she was a true delight to behold.
We spent about an hour and a half in that shop. At first, she looked to me for fashion guidance. So I showed her the blouses and skirts I liked, and combinations I thought went well together. Once she caught on, she kept taking clothing items into the dressing room and coming out to show me ones she was happy with. She ended up choosing seven tops and six skirts, as well as two dresses. Even I tried on a few things, and got a new outfit for myself.
Before taking everything to the register, I told her she should buy some nice stockings to go along with her new wardrobe. She gave me a curious expression, and then informed me she wasn’t fond of wearing pantyhose. I took a quick look around to see nobody was near us, and pulled up my skirt enough to reveal the tops of my stockings. Her eyes bulged and she let out a gasp. I smiled at her reaction, thinking it was as much from how sexy it looked as it was from surprise.
I Ataşehir escort asked her if she would be willing to wear stay-up, thigh-high stockings like these, and she nodded furiously. She followed me to the section where they sold them, and I pointed to the silk ones. When she picked up a pair to look at the price, she dropped them and shook her head.
“These are really expensive. Don’t they have other ones that are cheaper?”
“They do,” I said with a nod, “but those don’t look or feel as good.” I grabbed a pair of nylon stockings from a nearby shelf and handed them to her. “Feel these.”
After she ran her fingers across the material, she gave them back to me. “They feel nice.”
“Okay, now compare that to the silk stockings.”
“Wow,” she said as she rubbed the silk, “they feel a lot nicer.”
“Right, so if you’re going to be wearing them all day, then why not go with the ones that feel better on your legs?”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
She still appeared to be reluctant. I needed to give her an additional push.
“Plus, they really do look great.” I noticed her gaze was focused on my legs, and I gave her a flirtatious twirl. “Don’t you agree?”
Her eyes went wide again, and she took a deep breath. “They, they do… yes.”
“Then you should buy a few pairs. Trust me, you pay a lot less here for quality silk stockings than anywhere else.”
“Okay, Miss Nolan, I’ll get some.”
During the next ten minutes, I helped her find a number of them in her size. She narrowed it down to the five she liked best – including two pairs of patterned stockings. I wasn’t surprised that the colors included pink, white, and black, since they matched the blouses and skirts she had chosen earlier.
At the checkout counter, she seemed startled by the total cost. I reminded her it would have been more than double at a lot of other stores. She agreed with a sigh and pulled the money out of her purse to pay for her clothing.
Once I purchased my items, I asked her if she could afford to do some shoe shopping. I assumed she had just spent most of her cash and wouldn’t be able to. However, she told me she definitely wanted to buy new shoes to complement her new attire, and she still had enough for at least one or two pairs.
We placed our bags in the trunk of my car and began heading toward the shoe outlet. On our way, I heard my stomach grumble. This made me remember we would be having dinner after we were done at the next store. But then, Polly had just informed me she was running out of money. I decided to discuss this with her.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since breakfast and we’ve been running around all day.”
“Yeah, it would be nice to eat something.”
I noticed she looked a bit dejected, no doubt because of her cash situation. Therefore, I made her an offer.
“After we’re done at this place, I’m taking you to that wonderful little Italian restaurant I mentioned earlier. And it’s my treat.”
She stopped in her tracks. “I, I can’t let you buy me dinner. That wouldn’t be right.”
“It’s no problem,” I said while placing a hand on her shoulder. “Besides, it’s my fault that you’re practically broke. I mean, I kept encouraging you to buy things like makeup, hair products, and clothing. The least I can do is feed you.”
“But I—”
“I insist, Polly. And I won’t take no for an answer.”
She let out a sigh and shrugged. “Well okay, if you insist.”
I nodded and we exchanged smiles. “Great! Now that it’s all settled, let’s get you some new shoes!”
When we were inside the store, I inquired about her shoe size. She was a six, a full five sizes smaller than me. I directed her towards the high-heeled dress shoes. I had done plenty of shopping here before, so I knew which brands best combined style with comfort. I held up a black open-toe pair with three-inch heels, and she cringed.
I raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?”
“No, I mean, I’ve just never worn shoes with heels that high.”
“Okay.” It didn’t take me long to find a similar pair in her size with two-inch heels. “How about these?” I waved them in front of her face. “They’re a bit lower.”
“Um, yeah, I guess those are fine.” She took them from me with some hesitation and sat down on a chair.
Taking a seat near her, I watched as she placed the black pumps on the floor and slid her sandals off. She took a deep breath and spent so much time putting her feet into the new shoes, I thought she was scared they would bite her.
I patted her leg. “So, do they feel all right?”
She stared at the shoes. “Yeah, I think they fit.”
“Well, you won’t really know unless you walk in them.”
“Right.” She continued gazing down and didn’t budge from the chair.
“Polly, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m…” She shook her head and looked me in the eyes. “Can I be honest with you?”
“Of course.”
“Uh, well, I’ve only been in heels once in my life. It was for my older cousin’s wedding a few years ago, and the shoes had a one-inch heel.”
“Are you afraid you’ll fall down when you try to walk in these?”
She nodded several times.
I took her hand. “Then let me help you.” I rose and pulled her to her feet. “Just hold my hand until you get the hang of it.”