Sissy car troubles

I'm on my way to the grocery store again, when the check engine light suddenly comes on.  Not knowing cars very well, I pull over to see what I can figure out.

There's surprisingly little useful information in the car manual beyond scheduling a trip to the mechanic.  

How serious is this?  Can I still drive?  Can I make it to the store and back home safely?  I check out my reflection in the rear-view mirror, ensuring my hair and makeup look perfect.  

I pull the hood release until I hear it "pop".  Sliding out the door, I make my way to the front of the car, stepping carefully in my 3-inch heels.  I find the hood catch and prop the hood up in its fully open position.

Leaning my elbows on the edge of the car, I do little more than stare at the endless mass of wires, ducts, and belts.  I close my eyes, mentally picturing the manly alpha male that will inevitably pull over any moment now and help me out with his big rough hands.

I know that I can make it worth his time, since this exact thing has already happened twice this week!

Oktoberfest

Oktoberfest (or Wiesn) recently started in Munich, Germany.  I've yet to go, but have to admit there's always been something appealing about experiencing it firsthand.  

For one, the people.  It's estimated between six and seven million people attend each year.  That's a lot of folks to see, meet, and interact with.  It would be hard not to find strangers to meet and bond with.

Second, the festivities.  Since Oktoberfest is essentially a giant party that lasts two weeks, I'm sure it would be a blast!  Everyone is there to hang out and have fun.  How can you go wrong with that?

Third, the food and drinks.  Roast chicken, sausage, potato dumplings, pretzels.  And of course, beer.  Plenty of options to get your fill.

Last but not least, the clothing.  All those people dressed in traditional Bavarian dirndl or lederhosen.  Even with a knee-length dress, there's plenty to show when you have a low-cut blouse.  

Although I personally wouldn't fill out my top, a sissy can dream and would have to resort to living vicariously through others.

Prost! (or cheers!)

The wrap dress

"It's just a beautiful evening tonight.  Isn't it, sweetie?"

"I was just thinking the same thing," I reply.  "You really couldn't ask for better weather."

"You know what?  It might be all the fresh air getting to me, but I'm feeling a little frisky," she says, slowly twirling the tie of her wrap dress with a finger.

"Uh-oh, do I even want to know what's running through your head right now?"

Without replying, she pulls on the end of the tie, the bow disappearing.  "Oops!  Now what am I supposed to do without a tie to protect my dignity?" 

She gently pulls the top of her dress apart, stopping just short of her nipples, exposing her chest to the night air.  The setting sun casts shadows around her soft round breasts.  I can't help but to admire her beauty.  

Suddenly I remember we're outside, where neighbors and passersby can 'admire' her beauty too.

"Babe, what are you doing?" I whisper.  "What if someone sees you?"

"It's all good," she says.  "I'm still wearing my dress, aren't I?  And my breasts are covered, right?  So what's the harm?"

"Well, I guess you're right," I reply.  "It's just more skin than I'm used to seeing outside."

Before she can reply, I hear a noise from across the street.  I look over to see our new neighbor rolling his trash out to the curb.  My wife stays perfectly still as we watch him from our yard.  Once he reaches the street, he glances our way.  He's actually pretty hot!

"Hi Matt!" my wife calls out.  I look at her with surprise.  She waves with her left hand as her right keeps her dress in place.

He waves back with a grin.  "Good evening, ladies.  Wonderful time to be outside."  He turns and walks back to his house, shaking his head.

"Soooo...spill the beans.  How do you know our new neighbor already?" I ask.  

"I ran into him at the post office this morning.  And before you ask, I actually like it that he saw me like this."  She looks across the street towards his house again before giving me a smile.  "Remind me later to find out if he's married."

With that, she wraps her dress back together and turns toward house.  She looks back over her shoulder.  "Come on inside, sissy.  I suddenly have a need for your tongue!"