It was eight o'clock and I was wiping sleep from my eyes. I was going to spend the day with the person I loved. While I was still surprised that that person was a woman I couldn't deny my feelings, but unfortunately she loved someone too. Today had to be perfect it would be our only date. I was helping her pick out close to impress another woman and with her body and personality I seen no way that ended in rejection. I put on a pair of violet laced panties and pulled on a pair of stone washed skin tight hip hugger jeans. I put on a black crop top with spaghetti straps that landed right below my modest bust. It both made my perky tits eye-catching and showed off all the hard work I had put into my abs. I could only hope that maybe If she seen me all decked out she would be interested in gambling on me. We were spending a lot of time together and now we were even making a deliberate effort to meet up. It might be a long shot, but I could let myself have hope if only for today.
I wanted to do something different and playful with my hair but it was so short it didn't really style well so in the end I just settled on a pink head band that matched my panties to pull it all back and out of my face. I got on the bus and about a quarter to ten I was at the shopping district. I was nervous because I had assumed at some point Gisele would join me on the bus. All the same at the shopping district I headed for the Grunge boutique. We were going to meet around ten so I didn't want to make her wait. As approached the shop I seen her on a bench under a cherry blossom tree, pink leaves were falling around her and she was staring at her phone. Not scrolling, just staring. Her jet black hair was pulled into a side braid going down her left side. Her tan seemed just a shade darker like she had just tanned. she was wearing stockings and jean booty shorts with holes around the pockets. She was wearing a spaghetti strapped top like mine, but unlike mine the bottom of hers swayed below her breasts. Leaving all of her toned and tanned abdomen on full display. She was wearing black high heeled shoes with at least four inch heels and intricate series of straps. Threw her stockings you could see she had painted her toenails a lime green. I couldn't help but muse, maybe that coordinated with things I couldn't see.
I walked up beside her and glanced at her phone that was dark. I wondered why she would be starring so intently at a dark phone and my curiosity slipped from my mouth, "Expecting it to sprout legs and make an escape?" I muffled a chuckle as I subconsciously sought to sate my curiosity.
"O, no just wanted to make sure if anything happened I responded right away. Today's an important day. Don't want it to get messed up, ah ah," she responded, ugh she really liked this girl if she was that worried about just getting the outfit right.
I grabbed her hand. We hadn't known each other long, but in her presence I felt no boundaries what so ever. Pulling her a long I made for the grunge boutique. I couldn't wait to get her into the dressing room. As we walked she looked at my hand and tugged back on it a bit, "Are you in that big of a hurry. If you had other plans I could of figured something else out."
Shit in all my excitement I guess I came of as pushy. I couldn't vary well tell her I was eager to see what she looked like while changing cloths, but I certainly didn't want to lie to her so I stammered for a minute. Than blushing a little bit I shameful admitted a different truth, "Honestly I didn't realize I was being so pushy. I'm kind of a shopaholic so I was just super excited to check out a new store."
"I see. well don't rip off my arm or you'll have to take responsibility," she grinned as she teased me. I thought even missing an arm she'd be a catch, but I definitely couldn't tell her that. I released her arm and hugged her.
"Sorry I just can't wait to play dress up doll with my sexy bestie," Ugh I cringed at myself. Who had I become and why did I let her speak.
It didn't seem to be a big deal to my date though as she quicken her pace to the shop. She plopped down in a chair near the dressing rooms and crossed her legs. I stared at her quizzically, I thought she wanted to shop.
She must've been able to read my mind because without even looking up she answered my question, "Silly girl, dolls don't shop they just look pretty while there owners change their clothes."