The Offer Part 3 A Woman's Reality?

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That night in bed, he was energetic with her again. She lay there,
Feeling sorry for herself.

"I can see I'm going to have to remind you what you are more often"

He rolled off her and dozed off.

She lay awake wondering what he meant.

In the morning it was business as usual. She got up, had a quick shower,did her makeup and got his breakfast and coffee.

As he was about to leave she asked what he wanted for dinner tonight. Ron had said not to worry as he was taking her to the pub for dinner. He kissed her and left.

She stood there with her heart pounding. She was still not secure in her role and appearance as a woman. It was one thing going to a supermarket, but a pub full of men and women, scrutinizing her.

She felt as though she was about to have a panic attack. She knew she would have to try very hard. She could not go overboard with her look.
The makeup would have to be enough to make her look feminine,but not enough to look over the top. Her clothes would have to look "nice", but
not too sexy. Just an average housewife, with her hubby.

Later that afternoon Ron rang her.

"Be ready when I get home, I know how long you bloody women take to get ready. Probably takes you an hour to decide which nail polish to use."

He laughed.

"Be ready to go when I get back at six".

She decided a black corset-style basque. She needed to help her figure as curvy as she could. She wore her tight black lace knickers, and barely black stockings. It was warm, a little hot for stockings, but she hated the freckles on her legs and did not want to draw attention to them.

Next came the black summer dress. It covered her shoulders and ended in cap sleeves. It had a double tiered skirt, which gave her the appearance of having a bigger bottom. It almost reminded her of the Ra-Ra skirts she used to be so jealous of when she saw girls wearing them
growing up.

Lastly she put on her black three inch, open-toed strappy sandals. Sandals with stockings? A fashion no-no? Sometimes she hated that she had
to think about stuff like this.

An hour later Ron walked through the front door. He ran straight upstairs and came down after just changing his shirt for a tee-shirt.
What the hell, she thought. It took me two hours to get ready, and he took five minutes.

"Come on woman, get that cute little arse into the car."

She nearly forgot her handbag and had to go back to get it.

Ron waited impatiently with the door open. As she bent to put her bag on the floor, she felt a hard slap on her bottom.

"Owww"

She turned round, furious.

"Stop moaning, you know you love it"

He said,winking at her.

A passing stranger laughed out loud. She was flushed with anger, not that it would show under her heavy makeup.

They drove to their local Harvester Pub and tried to find a parking space. After a short while they gave up and had to park nearly half a mile
away in a multi-storey car park.

"Come on Debbie, keep up"

She was trotting behind him try to keep pace with his large easy stride.

She heard her heels clip-clopping and worried about tripping. If she fell, her stockings would be ruined! If she broke into sweat her makeup
would be ruined.

Before she had agreed to live full time, she would never have thought about all these problems women have just trying to stay looking nice.

She thought about how inconsiderate men could be. She wondered if she was like that when she was dating women.

Ron took her hand and practically dragged her along the street.

"What's the hurry?"

She said, panting now.

"We're meeting Dave at 6.30" said Ron.

She felt her breath catch in her throat. She had briefly meet Dave before. He was typical geezer, a sexist pig.

The prospect of an evening in his company was appalling. Would he be able to tell she wasn’t a woman?

When they arrived she was glowing . Ladies glowed, men sweated she thought ironically.

"I need the Ladies please"

She said to the waiter, as he showed them to their table.

She glanced at Dave, who was already sitting down, He leered at her. She thought she would like to punch him in his smug face, but ladies didn't
do that sort of thing. Instead she just hurried off to the toilet.

She heard the tell-tale tinkle from one of the cubicles. Rather than engage in conversation, she thought, she would have a quick tinkle herself.

She waited until she heard the door close and went out to wash her hands and fix her makeup. The room was carpeted and smelled fairly fresh.

That was one thing she did not miss. Men's toilets often stank. Some guys seemed to not care where they sprayed. Typical men, she giggled.

Her mood improved as she saw her reflection; she saw an average-to- pretty woman looking back. No trace of "guy" here.

As she moved towards the table, Dave and Ron stood, a nice gesture, she thought. Dave leant in and kissed her, his hand doing a quick grope of
her right arse cheek and leg. Ron was sitting back down as this happened, so missed it.

Dave sat and winked at her. After a few minutes of polite meaningless conversation the waiter arrived.

"What would you like to drink?"

She started to answer, but Ron spoke over her.

"A pint of bitter for me, cider for Dave and she'll have a dry white wine"

Inside she was fuming. Did she not matter? Was she a child who couldn’t e trusted to order her own drink?

It got worse as he took the food order. Dave and Ron had steak, and Ron ordered a salad for her.

"Got to watch her figure, or I'll have to trade her in for a younger model"

The waiter smiled awkwardly and left.

Dave smiled, and leered at her.

"I'll watch her figure if you like, you're a lucky man, Ron"

“She needs to lose a few pounds, but, she scrubs up well"

Ron winked at her.

Dave looked her up and down.

“I like something to get hold of in bed, She’s just my type.”

This, somehow made her feel worse. She thought Ron cared for her. Now with another guy around, she just felt like a piece of property.

The subject turned to football.

"What do you think of England's chance in the Euros?"

Dave asked.

She could not help herself. As a guy she was an avid football fan. She did still follow the results, just not when Ron was around.

"I think if they keep rotating the squad it should keep the players fresh for the harder games."

They both stared at her, then burst out laughing.

"Rotating the squad, do you think they are ballet dancers spinning around?"

Dave grinned, as if it was actually a funny remark.

"Women! Ha!"

Ron looked at her and said.

"If we want an opinion on knitting or wallpaper, we will ask for it, babe. What do women know about football?"

Then he blew her a kiss.

So not only was she seen as a child, her opinions counted for nothing. She thought back to the woefully few dates she had as a man. She did
treat her dates in the same way to some extent. Her only thought then was the quickest way into their knickers.

Now she was the one in the knickers. She saw it all from the other side of the fence.

Perhaps it was just Ron, he loved her in 1950’s clothes, perhaps that’s where his attitude to women came from?

The waiter brought the food and drink and the conversation paused. Mostly she was ignored. She thought she was just there to look pretty,
an ornament to show off to Dave.

Ron stood and looked around.

"I'll get us another round, I'm not waiting for that slow bloody waiter"

She was alone with Dave. He reached under the table and rubbed her upper thigh.

"Oh, wow, suspenders. I love a woman in stockings they frame the bit you want to get to perfectly"

He would be in for a shock if he saw what my stockings framed, she thought.

"Please take your hands off me, Dave"

She said, a little too loudly.

His hand was removed quickly; he looked around to see if Ron had heard.

"I'm sorry, but I find you so sexy. If you get tired of Ron give me a call"

Trying to steal his friend's woman, he really was a piece of work.

Ron returned with the drinks; another dry white wine for her. She really liked the look of Ron's pint. That was out of the question though. She was stuck with little feminine drinks.

She sat and listened to their conversation about work. She had no interest in that. She felt the breeze from the open door lift the hem of her skirt. She quickly pushed it down and wriggled in her seat. Her stockings rubbed together and made a zipping sound.

Dave stopped talking and glanced over as Ron got up and went to pay the bill at the bar .

Debbie stood, turned away from Dave and deliberately bent at the waist thrusting her bottom towards him. As she turned she saw him sit
quickly and fiddle with the front of his trousers.

She was ignored and treated like a child, yet she had the power to turn him into a slobbering idiot. What a strange feeling this was.
Powerless, yet powerful.

"Come on babe, we have a long walk back to the car, or a long trot for you."

Ron said.

"I'll give you a lift if you want, I'm parked in the car park here"

Dave offered.

"Thanks Dave, not sure if the old girl's ankles could stand the walk, she's such a delicate little thing"

Dave had a two door car, and they made Debbie get into the back. They arrived at the car park in a few minutes. Both the men got out and
started chatting as Debbie struggled to push the front seat out of the way while holding her handbag.

Her heel caught in the seatbelt and she fell forward, exposing herself completely. She quickly covered her knickers with her dress. Had Dave seen? She was well tucked, but she couldn't be sure.

Dave helped her to her feet.

Ron just laughed cruelly

“Are you a little drunk, woman? Better get you home before you make a fool of yourself."

"You're a lucky man, Ron, my ex would never wear stockings for me"

"She never wears tights mate, I don't let her"

"As I said mate, you are a lucky bastard"

"OK Dave, cheers for the lift, I'd better get her home and give her a good seeing to".

Ron grinned at Dave and they both climbed into Ron's car.

As they drove home Debbie wondered, do most women put up with this crap, or is it they don't realise? After all, she had been on both sides, so
she could see how unfair it was. Surely not all women had to put up with this?

Then again, she thought, she loved the power she could exert over men. She got a thrill when Ron dominated her. She felt so weak, but safe in his arms. She was so confused.

Should she try to leave him. How would she do it? She had nothing. She would have to take stock of her life. All she had really thought about for the last year was the sex and the wonderful clothes.

Perhaps she would feel better after she had had a "good seeing to"