Rainy Days – A Short Story

 Rainy Days – A Short Story

WGS208A few days ago, I received my new white mackintosh. I tried it on and immediately experienced the heady aroma of fresh rubber. It was a perfect fit, right down to my calves since it had been made to measure. I drew up the hood and tied the strings in a neat bow just below my chin, my blonde shoulder length hair showing just out of the side and forehead yet cosily tucked in from the elements. Being double breasted it buttoned up the front and fastened with a buckle belt. I stood admiring my image in the mirror, thrusting my hands into the slit pockets and did a twirl. Having hung the lovely garment on a clothes hanger and read the cleaning instructions, I left it in the bedroom and planned my next step.

I have a sympathetic lady friend who knows my secret, so I suggested we take the car to the canal and take a walk along the tow path. I’ll wear my yellow plastic mac because the weather forecast shows that’s its going to be a wet day, so we’ll need wellies she said. I wore my green wellingtons and she had on her black pair. I pulled up my hood and snuggled my hands into the inviting rubber lined pockets. The only thing we passed along the canal was the odd sailing boat or motor launch with their crews clad in oilskins. Beneath my mac I felt the firm control of the basque -corset that gripped my nylon tops tautly and over this I had on a slip directoire in peach, over which I wore a blue cotton polyester pleated skirt secured with a thick wide black plastic belt, lemon long sleeved blouse and a headscarf serving as a neck covering.

 

This outfit was topped by a roomy long sleeved bright button cardi that keeps your body completely dry, although there are vents in the mackintosh allowing the garment to breath. We hardly spoke because we were meditating on the peace and quiet of Mother nature. Later that afternoon we returned to my friends, comfortable new bungalow where I hung my wet mac next to hers. She made us tea after which I changed back to male attire. We might plan another day out in the rain and when we do I’ll let you know.

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