Two short scenes

 Dear readers,

here are two short snippets related to the same story line, that I have managed to write recently. It's not the length of the story I was hoping for, but seeing how little time I have for such things lately, I'm just pleased I managed to write something with a beginning and an end in a reasonable amount of time. Though to get here, I did have to plow through the writing, which shows in the style, I guess.

As a heads up to those who aren't into this, the story does include both the father and the son, as well as another male character. Though mostly still nothing outside what we've read in Bea's stories, mind you. There's a theme to the story that I've dealt with before and I'll probably keep revisiting, at least until I manage to get it right. But for now, here are these two snippets.

Petticoat

As per SissyHousewife's suggestion, I bought a petticoat to plump up my new yellow dress. After discovering the used clothes markets, all sorts of previously unattainable clothes are suddenly at my disposal at considerably lower prices than on amazon.

The petticoat has, to me, always been the epitome of femininity in ladies' clothes because it takes their very essence - the skirt - and pushes it to the maximum by adding - from today's point of view - simply impractical amounts of volume and circumference to it. The petticoat has also been the epitome of unattainable clothes because the women in my life whose clothes I would dress up in wore, well, normal clothes. I don't mean to disparage them by no means, and I am very grateful to the services they - I can only hope - unwittingly provided to me, but I was still missing those exciting items that I would read, and later also wrote about. Stockings, garter belts, corsets, silky nightgowns and, of course, petticoats. The closest I could get to a petticoat was putting on all the skirts at my disposal at once. Great fun, actually, but it made the tidying up a bit tedious.

After starting buying my own clothes, I was also confined to the "normal" spectrum for while. Gradually, though, I started getting all of the kinky stuff, too. I had been toying with the idea of buying a petticoat for a while, but SissyHousewife's comment, and the newfound supply on the 2nd hand market made me finally pull the trigger last week, and, after some hiccups, the item finally arrived.

My first thought as I pulled it out of the envelope was that it was nowhere near stiff enough, but my disappointment lasted only until I tried it on under the yellow dress. While it is indeed not as stiff as I had hoped it would be, it does add considerable volume to the skirt of the dress, and makes it impossible to smooth it under my thighs as I sit down so that it now flares out around me. I guess just because it's not of cartoonish french maid proportions, it's still nice to wear.

I hope that you too, dear readers, have some or other such little something that brings a little fluff in your skirts and a little nice in your lives.