Laura's Living Doll
By Petal Frances
"At some point I was going to tell you about Pauline," she said, sitting down. "I suppose it isn't very urgent, though... would you like your say first?"
"No," I said hoarsely. "I'd like a few minutes to gather my thoughts."
"OK... though maybe I could do with collecting my thoughts about Pauline... the manufacturers called her Paul..."
"Barbie's boyfriend?... I see... that accounts for the short hair, but not the dress."
"Yeah, I had to make the dress myself. Pauline's a bit bigger than the other dolls. Their clothes didn't fit her properly."
"Yes... but why?"
"Why put Paul in a dress? I think it was my Mum and Dad who started me thinking about that. They took me to a pantomime. There was a dame - a man in a woman's dress."
"All pantomimes have dames. I was taken to several myself... I don't see..."
"Yes, they have dames, but not like this one. She was glamorous-I mean really glamorous-looked a million dollars... sequins, ostrich feathers, the lot... I t got me thinking, why do men have to wear such ugly clothes?"
"I've sometimes wondered about that myself." I replied, sensing what was coming.
"You have?... Well, I kind of found the idea exciting. I made outfits for my Paul doll. Later, I had these fantasies about men in women's dresses."
"Just fantasies?"
"I'm afraid so. I asked Bill if he'd indulge me, but he wasn't interested."
"And that's what you wanted to ask me? Whether I'd dress up in glamorous outfits for you?"
"Yeah... I was hoping... but I suppose it doesn't matter... you're not keen, are you?"
"I wouldn't say that - in fact, I'm perfectly ready and willing to oblige..."
"Really? That's great! What about tonight?"
"Tonight's fine... but what if I enjoyed the dressing up more than you did?"
"I can't imagine that. It'd be like playing with a full size, walking talking Sindy... only better. You can reach some parts a doll never could... can't you, my love?"
"Yes, I suppose I can. But what if I did enjoy it more than you?"
"I'm sure I could live with it. Hell - it'd be a pleasure making you happy in that kind of way. Anyway, what was it that you wanted to talk about?"
"I was going to make a confession, Laura, but now it'll seem more like a boast..."
I reached out to squeeze her hand. Laura smiled encouragement.
The dread, from which I'd suffered only a few minutes before, now seemed unreal. Things were going to work out very well indeed.
The End
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