As Trish and Todd's relationship develops and they grow the event nears. Once at the annual Society Meeting Todd's ex spots him and Trish and trouble begins to brew.
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Trish knew only two things when it came to clothes shopping. There were a lot of rules to good and bad clothes shopping, and she didn't understand any of them. Fortunately Vincent and his boyfriend Martin were delighted to help her out. Martin was even more over the top than Vincent and a self-appointed fashionista with a great flare for style.
He'd hooked her arm in his and walked purposefully among the clothing aisles of a local fashion store called Parani's on the Boulevard. Alfredo Parini was a man with a keen sense of taste and a huge selection of very unusual fashions from European and American fashion designers. His staff of men and women was well versed in style and well-dressed to go with their extensive training and backgrounds.
Martin laughed and covered his mouth with three fingers when he giggled which he did often. Vincent had described Trish as his little make over project and now Martin was fully onboard. He smiled at Trish and told her she had fabulous eyes.
"Have you ever considered contacts babe? You would be so super chic in contacts. I'm talking serious. Think about it Trisha, okay?"
Vincent rolled his eyes.
"Her name's Trish not Trisha bitch. You behave about her eyes. We're here for clothes."
"I know all that silly. And if I wanna call her Trisha that's fine. Isn't it Trisha? Please tell him so we can move on?"
Trish chuckled and nodded.
"I don't mind. I've been called worse."
Martin turned and stuck out his tongue at Vincent.
"See? I told ya! Now can we please start focusing on the clothes my love?"
Vincent shrugged and grinned.
"You know I'm a sucker for you doing that with your tongue. Okay shopping time. Trish let's start looking for your size. Do you know what size you wear?"
She shrugged looking nervous for a moment. But Vincent laughed.
"It's a trick question Trish! You see sizes in women's fashion aren't set in stone."
Martin joined in.
"That's right honey. Some girls are bigger than others and they feel bad trying to fit their big thighs into pants that are two sizes too tight. So a few manufacturers discovered that by changing the numbers you can make a bigger girl feel like she's smaller. So their size 12 isn't. It's a size 10. Or at least that's what they tell those silly bitches. And they know it's not really a ten, but they can't wait to wear it and show their friends that they're in a size 10, which makes them feel thinner. So meanwhile every other size of theirs is two sizes smaller as well. So you may be one size with eighty-five percent of your designers and then a different size for the other fifteen percent. Got all that dear?"
Trish smiled and nodded.
"That's kind of fucked up."
"Ouhhh Amen to that sister! It's a dirty trick. But a lot of bitches love that shit. What can you do?"
She nodded and Martin and Vincent began giving her tips on styles and clothing patterns. Never mix prints with prints. It's better to do one solid and one print or two solids. Certain cuts or patterns make the body look shorter or slimmer or fatter. What sort of looks were sexy without being slutty. What fashions clash or should be forgotten altogether. It was a great day of trying on all sorts of things and finally buying a few outfits since they looked at far more than she could afford to get.
Her favorite part of trying things out was Vincent and Martin pretending to be a cameraman and a photo director having her pose in the various pieces that she modeled for them as she emerged with one outfit after another on her.
When they were done they went shoe shopping and finally had dinner at the guys place. But after dinner they insisted on popping by her place as well because Vincent wanted to see her seahorses and Martin agreed that they would be worth a quick peek before they closed up the day.
In front of her tank Vincent sat in a chair just mesmerized by her seahorses and pipefish. Everything was "darling" or "so cute" and she smiled as Vincent pointed to tiny hermit crabs and small saltwater snails moving around in the substrate.
"Trish these are so super awesome! I love your aquarium. What are their names?"
"I haven't named them yet, but Todd keeps calling the big yellow one Barney. But I hate that name."
Martin looked carefully at it.
"That's no Barney. He doesn't have the face or colour of a Barney. That looks more like a Floyd to me. Don't you think so honey?"
Vincent nodded.
"I agree. That's definitely a Floyd or a Sebastian."
Martin scowled.
"Bitch that's no Sebastian! It's not snooty enough to be a Sebastian!"
"Sebastian isn't a snooty name."
"Oh yes it is sugar britches! I'm telling you that little seahorse is definitely a Floyd if I ever saw one."
Vincent shrugged.
"He does make a good Floyd I suppose."
Trish shrugged.
"Maybe. I have to think about it. I haven't made up my mind yet."
"What about the green one?"
"That's an Emerald! For sure ladies!"
Trish smiled.
"Emerald sounds good to me."
Martin looked at the third seahorse, which was dark brown bordering on black.
"And that last one I'd just name it Stallion. It looks like a proud stallion. Doncha think?"
Trish smiled and shook her head.
"Interesting."
They chatted for a while longer until at last her guests wished her well and headed home.
Trish felt incredible. She'd been shopping and had improved her wardrobe; she'd had a lot of fun. She had a few gay friends now which she found strange since most of her other male friends were nerds and weird people.
She practiced some more with her make up. The event was coming up soon and to Vincent's delight she asked him if he'd feed her seahorses while she was away? She had bought a small air pump and had a five-gallon bucket with copepods and micro-shrimp near her fish tank along with a fine mesh net for easy gathering.
