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I had a totally unexpected and unplanned "happening" recently. We have an acquaintance who is in her early 50's, and who has been a widow for about 15 years. Recently, we were at a social gathering, and she had told one of her friends that she needed help with some paperwork that she did not understand. So they called me over and asked if I could help, since I had taken early retirement and had the time. My wife encouraged me to help her, so I said no problem, and we arranged that I would come by her place a few days later.
Let me say that this woman is an extremely pleasant lady, and has a great smile. She is also very docile and non-controversial. She is not particularly attractive, but that is her own fault. She has never dressed in any way other than what I would call dowdy. Always wears really long dresses, flat shoes, little if any makeup, and wears her hair in a bun! If she got a makeover, I think she could be a very attractive lady. She is about 5' 6" tall, slightly overweight with brown hair, a really nice bust (perhaps 44C?), and the few times I had gotten a glimpse of her legs, they looked pretty good. Her one asset that is very obvious to all is a really nice butt. She had also given me the impression over the years that she kind of liked me.
Anyway, when I got to her house she greeted me with a big smile and of course wearing one of her dowdy outfits, with her hair in a bun as usual. Offering me a drink, and some cookies, which I accepted. It took about an hour to go over everything, and explain things to her. She went out of her way to thank me for coming over to help her out.
At this point, while still sitting at her dining room table, I decided to ask her a few questions that had always bothered me about her. I figured I had nothing to lose, and since she was so grateful and there was no one else around to overhear, I thought she might be willing to talk openly. So I asked her if she would mind if I asked her a few questions, and that I hoped that they would not offend her. I also told her that if my questions made her uncomfortable to just say so and I would be on my way. She said for me to go ahead. So after taking a deep breath, and looking her straight in the eyes, I asked her why she never dressed up more than she did.
She started blushing and cast her eyes down, and said that she didn't know. I told her that I thought that if she were to make a few changes, she could be a much more attractive woman. Of course this made her blush even more, and at first she didn't say anything. Then, she looked up at me and asked me if I really thought so. I assured her that I did. She then asked me what kind of changes she should make. I think it was around this time that I had an idea. Taking into account how subservient she had always been, and the fact that I thought she kind of liked me, I thought I would try to take this to a whole new level.
I told her that in the first place, she should start wearing nice dresses or skirts that were at the most knee length, but shorter would be better. Also, she should never again wear flats anywhere. Only heels, with either pantyhose or nylon stockings. Her eyes were wide open and staring at me. Then I told her to get never again wear her hair in a bun! At this point I stood up and walked behind her and started to undue the bun, but she immediately reached up and said that she would do it. When she was done I took her hair, (which was a little longer than shoulder length), and pulled it over her left shoulder towards the front, and told her that that alone was already a big improvement. She kind of giggled at that, but didn't say anything. So now I really took charge.
I told her to show me her wardrobe. Without saying a word, she stood up and started towards her bedroom, with me close behind. I think she hadn't expected me to follow her, but she didn't say anything. When she opened her closet and turned on the light, I kind of stepped in front of her and started to riffle through everything while she stood meekly by and watched. There was not much there to work with except a green skirt that was never the less still on the long side. I told her to go and put it on so I could see how it looked, and that she should also put on a blouse of some sort. So she went and pulled a blouse out of her dresser and was heading for the bathroom to change, when I told her to hang on a minute. I stooped down to look at the shoes in her closet. Only one pair of heels, which were black, and they only had about a 2" heel. So I handed them to her and told her to put these on too.