It's funny how a casual conversation can have a serious impact on your life. I still remember vividly one conversation that resulted in my first female dominant relationship. I was just about to finish high school, and had just turned eighteen. It was also the winter when Batman Returns had come out. As a fetishist and comic fan, with Michelle Pfeiffer in a vinyl catsuit as Catwoman had me very interested in seeing the movie. While at a party one weekend, my friends Dave and Stacey were talking together.
I walked up, "Hey you two, what's going on?"
"I just saw Batman Returns last night," Dave said.
Stacey piped in, "Yeah, I saw it last night, too. It was great!"
"Yes!" Dave agreed. "The sexual tension between Batman and Catwoman was great."
"I was really rooting for them," Stacey agreed.
"So, they brought that dynamic from the comics, that's good," I noted. "I'm hoping to see it next weekend."
"Yeah, and they also brought the catsuit from the comics, too." Dave laughed.
Stacey piped in, "That was an awesome look!"
"Yeah," I said. "What I want to know is, how do you find a woman who's gonna wear something like that?"
Stacey about floored us both when she said, "Oh! I'd totally wear that. It looked like so much fun."
Dave and I both looked at her with our mouths open for a moment. You have to understand, Stacey was pretty, but the idea of her in a super sexy outfit seemed a bit weird. She was that classic 'girl next door', a beauty that you just don't see that way. Mostly it was because she was kind of a tomboy, and almost never wore anything real girly or sexy. In fact, the few times I'd ever seen her wear a dress or skirt was for school dances and formals, stuff like that. She certainly wowed everyone when she did. The other girls would be telling her to glam herself up for school, but she never would, and almost always went real dowdy. Not sloppy, just plain and simple, jeans and t-shirts basically.
I think sometimes it came from her being incredibly smart. I mean, a literal genius. She had offers from all over the state for full academic scholarships. They don't make offers like that to just anyone! So, I think she sometimes felt like she had to dowdy herself down otherwise people wouldn't take her intelligence seriously.
So, her saying that kind of caught both Dave and I off-guard. Dave recovered first, "Really? You?"
"Why do you say it like that?" she sounded a little miffed.
"Well, you only ever wear jeans and t-shirts," I explained.
"Not always," she retorted, sticking her tongue out at me.
Dave piped in, "Sure, sometimes you wear sweatpants and a sweatshirt."
"I wear lots of different things," she replied.
"Costumes from Drama Club don't count, Stace," I laughed.
"Just because you haven't seen it, doesn't mean I haven't worn fun or sexy stuff before," she declared as she crossed her arms.
"I cannot argue with that, that is an excellent point," I agreed.
Stacey humphed triumphantly.
I added, "I'll tell you what then, you ever find a place that sells something like that, I'll take you so I can see you try it on."
Stacey laughed, "Right, you just want to see me all done up."
I nodded. And I would have liked that. We'd known each other for years, since fourth grade actually, when I moved to that part of town after my folks split up. She didn't technically live next door, but was actually about three blocks away. However, when I first got my car and started driving to school, it was a no-brainer that I would give her a ride home after school. At some point, it occurred to me I should pick her up on the way, too. Her house was literally on the way to school.
We were also in all kinds of activities together: Marching Band, Concert Band, Orchestra, Choir and Drama Club. Pretty much anything that involved performing. So, we spent most of the school year together and had become good friends over that time. Yet somehow, we never started dating. It seemed like when one of us was available, the other was involved with someone. So, after years of that, I think were just comfortable together as friends. Actually, after that conversation I thought Dave was interested in her, which is why I didn't push the catsuit thing any further. As it turned out, Dave came out as gay later that summer, so he apparently wasn't interested.
So, fast forward a few months, its getting to late Spring and graduation is approaching, when Stacey hits me with a surprise on the way to school one Monday morning.
She hopper into my car, dropping her bag on the floor, and looking at me with a big grin on her face, "You'll never guess what I found this weekend?"
I thought, and replied, "A way to fast-forward time so we can just graduate already?"
She laughed, "No... not yet anyway." She hesitated. I had thought she was trying to think of another jokey reply. If I hadn't been driving, I'd have noticed her hands shaking and her voice breaking slightly. She was quite nervous, but I was too preoccupied with driving to really see it.
I did notice something was off though. I looked over at her, "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm great... its just... I found it!" she finally blurted out.
I looked confused, "You found... what?"
"A place that sells catsuits!" she gushed, her giddiness overtaking her nervousness.
"Oh," I replied, thrown for a moment. Why the hell was she telling me this? "Oh! Right! Oh, that's freaking cool! Are you gonna go check it out?"
She smiled mischievously, "I thought you were going to take me?"
"I am?" I said, feeling like I was not a complete part of this conversation. Then I remembered the conversation at the party. In my defense, it had been several months. "Oh, yeah. I did say, I would, didn't I?"
