An invitation came through the door this morning inviting us to a mates birthday party, she’s holding it in the Civic Hall in town and the invite says Fancy Dress. I was really excited when I first started reading it, we haven’t had a good night out for ages but when I read Fancy Dress I thought shit thats us out then. You see I am quite shy and the thought of dressing up in some stupid outfit and parading in front of a load of people I don’t know just makes me go cold. I have got a bit better since I got married although my wedding day was a nightmare even though everyone said how beautiful I looked I was still a bundle of nerves the whole day.
When Jim my husband came home and I showed him the invite and I could see the look on his face as he said well we won’t be going to that then will we. I felt guilty as he works so hard for me and the kids and if anyone deserves a night out he does but I just couldn’t see how I could get round it. The other problem is the guy is one of Jims’ best mates and I knew he was thinking how am I going to tell him that we were not coming, I suppose we could tell a huge porkie and say one of the kids was poorly but I’m ashamed to say we have used that excuse before. It’s crazy really as I am always being told what an attractive woman I am and I keep my body slim and fit by going regularly to the gym so I should really be brimming with self-confidence.
Having a coffee with one of my friends the following day I moaned on about the invite and how Jim would love to go, we laughed as he is so outgoing he would dress in a toga and pretend he was Nero. My mate was sympathetic as she knows me well but she did suggest that instead of going for one of the usual silly fancy dress costumes why not go to the hire shop in town and find something that was sexy instead. I hadn’t thought of that and asked her if she would come with me to give her opinion. Setting off for town in her car I had my fingers crossed that not only would I find something but if I did that I would have the confidence to wear it.
Walking into the shop was like going into an Aladdins cave there were so many costumes to choose from, you could dress up as anything from a nun to a nurse. Now although a nurses outfit is very sexy a lot of the girls would be wearing them and if I was to feel confident it need to be something different. Going from rack to rack I was starting to feel a little desperate I couldn’t find anything suitable and was just about to give up and go home. Suddenly my mate let out a little cry “oh look what I have found, you will look stunning in this” she was holding up a beautiful skirt which had a little satin petticoat covered in black frothy netting.
The netting was covered in little black satin dots and tiered with rows of frilled red lace, I loved it straightaway it had a very sexy gypsy look to it and I could imagine a Spanish Senorita wearing it, tapping her feet and looking very wild and sexy. Or maybe a girl from a stage show dancing the Can Can, her stocking clad long legs high kicking through one of her routines.
Trying it on it fitted me perfectly and I couldn’t wait to tell Jim that we would be going to the party after all. I decided not to show him the outfit so I hid it in my wardrobe as I wanted it to be a big surprise on Saturday night I just told him that he would be stunned when he saw it.
