“Honey, what are you doing?” John said freaking out a little bit, his hem fluttering slightly “You always said we wouldnt go outside while im transformed” he said nervously looking back and forth
Marie giggled and stroked the side of her skirt “I know honey, but I thought this would be a good time to get you over your fear” she said as she walked towards the front door
“Can we not talk about this? What if someone sees me and recognises me?” he said quite embarrased, he was helpless as Marie took her jacket off the hook and put it on.
“Recognise you?” Marie said with a little chuckle as she spun around to the full length mirror by the front door “I see no John here do you?” she said as she pulled on the hem of the skirt and let it go causing it to flutter “If your quite and dont move your indistigusable from a cute little mini skirt” she said with a giggle.
“Very funny” he said looking at his skirt form in the mirror “Im just very uneasy doing this, I feel vulnerable enough as it is, out there would be even worse!” he said as he tightened around her legs.
“Its been two months since you became stuck like this, and all I have done is wear you around the house, I thought this lunch with the girls would be perfect” Marie said biting her lip not knowing how he would react to being around her friends”
“What?!” John exclaimed, his hem fluttering about and bunchging up even more in panic “Your meeting your friends with me?! I can’t, please” John pleaded
“Shh, Shh” Marie said softly as she once again played with his hem “If you be a brave little skirt for me I promise i’ll wear you tonight” she said looking down at the skirt
“You wear me mostly every night!” he protested “How would that change my mind if I would get it anyways!” he continued
Marie raised on eye brow and smiled seductivly “What I mean is I will be keeping you on while i get more aquainted with a little something you brought me a few months ago” she said to her skirt
“Oh..” John said awestuck, Marie smiled as her skirt unbunched and fluttered down to look like a normal skirt.
“Good skirt” Marie remarked as she picked up her purse and left through the front door
Every once in a while, I think about my old life, before I met Delia. There’s little point to thinking back, since meeting Delia changed everything. It’s not like there was anything special to remember about my old life anyway. But every now and again I think back to that fateful day. I imagine if I had stayed in the house a little bit later watching television, or if I had taken my car to the store instead of walking. I wonder if she would have not taken interest in me if I’d dressed a little differently, or if she would have pursued me if I hadn’t stopped to speak with her. But in the end, I had met Delia, and she had decided that she’d wanted me, and that was all that matters.
Dear Tfs R Us Readers,
Thank you again for all of your support! I hope that you’ve enjoyed the last few months of daily captions!
Unfortunately, life has once again gotten busy for me, so I will have to go on another indefinite hiatus. I can’t promise that I will start making captions again, but I would like to in the future, and I will try to work toward that goal.
In the meantime, please enjoy the archives on the site, and keep checking in for updates.
And finally, don’t anger any witches! You never know what you might get turned into…