Nylon teasers

Ohhhhh.

Since I was unable to speak, Jessie said, "And don't even think of turning
us down, Mister. I saw your Dad today and told him we were Shanghaiing
you. Your Dad was really nice, though he never really looked me in the
eyes. [Giggle]."

She saw Dad?!? Arranged all this?

I was dreaming. I had to be. No. It wasn't a dream. They just wanted to
see a movie with me. They liked me. As a friend. They were probably
lesbians. And all I would get was a movie, company and some startlingly
beautiful feminine companionship.

I took that deal.

"Thank you," I stammered. They hustled me into their red convertible and
ten minutes later, we were opening their apartment door.

I almost removed my shoes in recognition of its sacredness. Stephanie and
Jessica's apartment. The place where they undressed and dressed. And put
on their feminine things. And did [gasp] all their private things.

Stephie giggled as I paused at the entrance. "Go in, Silly," she said.
"We're not carrying you over the threshold."

Acting like a dork was not helping my cause. I strode forward and observed
my surroundings. A girlish place indeed. Lots of pink things. Frills.
Lace. Small television carelessly positioned. Probably didn't even have
cable.

I mumbled something about it being "very nice."

"Glad you like it," Jessie said. "Let me show you the rest."

The rest? Did she mean....

"Here's our bedroom," Jessie said.

"Our" bedroom? They shared a bedroom? Maybe there were two beds.

There weren't. Just one king-sized "workbench" with pink everything,
including a large, old-fashioned canopy over the bed, and pink dressers.

If they were lesbians, they were the world's femmiest.

The bedroom also featured a lovely vanity table, laden with a multitude of
cosmetics and beauty products and topped by a huge, well-lit mirror. Some
real beauty heavy-industry happened there and the results were obvious.