Fantasy In Satin

I woke up slowly, surrounded by a pleasant perfume, my head lying on something satiny soft. Sleepily, I opened my eyes. My beautiful wife was gazing down at me, smiling tenderly. The lace from her peignoir sleeve trailed across my face as she pushed some of my hair that had fallen over my brow back from my face.

By Bea

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I must have lost at least a dozen eyebrow hairs by the time Rose showed Emily and Frances (my supposed cousins) into our bedroom. "Still in bed at this time of the day? What slugabeds you two are," Frances said, smiling as she and her sister advanced to sit beside me on the bed, Frances to the right, Emily to the left. As usual, both were dressed in a very feminine style, long floral dresses with chiffon sleeves and large beribboned straw hats. They both peered down at me. "Was it you made that yowling noise we just heard?" Emily asked.

"Yes." Ellen answered for me. "The big sissy is yelling and carrying on, just because I'm plucking an eyebrow or two." "Men are such babies, aren't they?" Frances asked. "Yes. You'd think they'd want to look nice." Emily agreed. "Fancy making all of that noise for a couple of little eyebrows." "But I suppose we should get up." Ellen said. "Rose? Before you leave. Would you get Mr. Henry's new robe from the closet. The pearl one I think." "What new robe?" I asked, raising myself up from her lap, grateful that she wasn't plucking any more of my eyebrows. "Oh, I just had a couple made for you. I'm so tired of seeing you in that ratty old plaid thing." "But I like it." I complained. "Don't be difficult. Please?" She said firmly. "I had these made, especially for you. Go and try that one on."

Nonplussed, I looked at the garment Rose was bringing to me. I couldn't make out the details, but it looked extremely feminine. "You're kidding! I can't wear that!" I complained. "Rose! Help Mr. Henry put it on." She then turned her attention back to me. "I had this copied from an old robe that Joan Crawford wore in one of her movies - Mildred Pierce I think it was."

"Oh! If it's modeled on one of hers, it can't be too feminine." Emily said. "The big masculine padded shoulders, all boxy looking. "

While she was talking, Rose was helping me into the garment. There was nothing masculine I could see about it. Long, off-white, pleated layers of chiffon, gathered by a gold cinch at the waist, falling loose almost to the floor at the back. It had a high, dramatic collar, that was closed at the neck by a sort of hook and eye arrangement that Rose was fastening. Then I noticed the sleeves. "Aw c'mon Ellen." I complained. "Look at these sleeves for goodness sake.

This is a woman's robe!" "Well, maybe it is," she retorted "but you've got such nice arms, and this way you show them to advantage."

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