The lover of Lisa

stopped humming that silly tune. “Okay dear. Now then I want you to get
up, it’s time to get you out of those clothes and into something more
fitting.” I stood up and noticed that when one has been blindfolded for
over two hours they lose their sense of equilibrium and I almost fell
down. Lisa steadied me and helped me strip off everything except the
panties she had loaned me last night. As I stood there she started
humming that same old song. I finally was able to place it. The play
West Side Story. The song, I Feel Pretty. Somehow fitting for someone
who wanted to win to hum. I wasn’t about to give in to the bet by
humming it along with her.

I went back to planning dinners and I felt her start to dress me. Every
once in a while she would ask me to raise my arms, move this way, move
that. I noticed that she had put a bra on me. Now how the hell did I
know that? Well, it was either a bra or something much like one, I had
taken my share off women to know what the pieces were and how they fit
together. What confused me was that the front of the bra was a tad heavy
on my chest. Then she applied some cold liquid to my breasts and pushed
the bra against it. She had me sit down again and then told me that she
was going to remove the blindfold, but if I opened my eyes I would
immediately lose the bet. I nodded my head in agreement and the
blindfold came off.

I guess I could have attempted to cheat, but then I would have gotten
something stuck in my eye as she immediately went to work on that part
of my face. Fifteen minutes later I felt something cold placed on my
forehead near my hairline. And then I felt hair? I mean long hair
falling across my face and neck. This was about the time I started to
feel that I might not win this bet. We had almost come to the time limit
when she said “Tada!” and warned me to keep my eyes closed still. Then
she helped me get up and walked me over to where the full-length mirror
was, the one I had looked in earlier in the morning.