RANSVESTIA

After we left, we went window shopping. I now had a sufficient wardrobe, but loved to look at the new dresses. However, in one of the largest stores, as we were passing the jewelry department, Erica's eye caught sight of a display quite "accidentally" that advertised an ear piercing clinic at three that afternoon. It was then only half past one.

"Peggy, have you ever thought of getting your ears pierced?" she said in a very matter-of-fact way.

"What? Me? Well, I've never really given it too much thought. It's always been so permanent. It's like electrolysis for getting rid of hair; once you've done it, it's there to stay. And, besides, men don't get their ears pierced." We moved on but that was not the last of it.

...

We went to a bar for some relaxation and to rest our high heels. Erica always liked me to wear what seemed to me to be my highest heels... sort of put me in constant practice, she'd always say when I ever even thought of protesting. always weak protests, anyway. While I went to the ladies room, she ordered our drinks. When I was back and tasted it, it tasted strong but good and managed to do the work it was intended for, I guess. Before I had finished it, she brought back the topic of ear piercing.

"You know, it would be perfect for your image, Peggy, it would perfect it. Many of the models of today have pierced ears.'

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I reflected and true, most of Barb's models did have their ears pierced. I'd always worn the clip or screw type which usually managed to end up hurting my ears. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I answered, however, "But, like I said, it's permanent. You wouldn't want a husband with pierced ears, would you? And besides, you don't even have your own ears pierced."

"If it was necessary for my husband, yes I would want him to have pierced ears. You really should. I'd always been a bit afraid to do it, Peggy, but I will if you will... let's..."

The drink, whatever it was, had relaxed me enough and with Erica's help and approval, almost pushing, the barrier was lowered just far enough to step over (or fall over?). I decided to do it but yet was ready to hedge, "Well, you go first, then maybe I will."

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