It was the moment I saw a picture of myself taken at a family wedding that I decided enough was enough. The look in our eyes on the face of my husband Thomas and I were so sad, and especially evident when everyone else in the picture was smiling. And the picture showed that I had gained too much weight during the five years of marriage that I also didn't recognize myself.
The easy part was getting a membership to the local Y and getting in some daily exercise. The more difficult part was in leaving a loveless marriage that would not cause me to struggle financially. Thankfully, in a relatively short period of time, all I needed came together and now my life is exciting and wonderful.
I threw myself into working out every morning. First with aerobic and cardio exercises, working my way up to spin classes and then boot camp. I loved it, eventually, and took great pleasure in the change in my body. I bought new clothes that accentuated my legs and chest (not large, but tits sit nicely upon), and even took joy in my toned arms and stomach. Yes I caught myself looking in the mirror often and changed my hairstyle and makeup to celebrate the new me.
Eventually this did attract some attention. Some flattering, some unwanted and some very surprising. Men at the Y would find ways and excuses to talk to me and I even took a few up on their offers for a coffee or a drink after work. I never pursued anything beyond that no matter how much I wanted to as I had never felt sexier, and my libido was in overdrive, but fear of being caught led me to be only flirty and careful.
In the shower I eventually noticed lingering looks from other women and I too started to take my time looking over their bodies. Mostly, in my mind, I was comparing various parts of my body to theirs and seeing and telling myself where and how I compared shape wise with them and also noted what I admired about them. One thing I learned quickly was the number of bare pussies, and the neatly trimmed, so I took the hint and shaved myself bare. I was not too keen on the look and eventually settled on keeping a fluffy patch just above my clitoris. It felt wonderful not to be ashamed of my body, and to be proud of how other women took care of their bodies. In the shower, when I knew eyes were on me, I purposely arched my back and pushed out my chest when rinsing shampoo from my hair. I would slowly bend over to wash my legs and feet to show-off how flexible I now was and how toned my legs are. Yes, it seemed shallow and yet it also felt so good to admire and be admired.
I was soon adopted by Yvonne and Lynn, two women whom I had met in spin class and boot camp. Though I was in my early 30's and they their early 40's, one would say they acted and looked much younger. They had obviously been following my changes and when it was obvious I was never going to quit the Y, they welcomed me into their small clique. I was beyond flattered and they always made me feel confident. I loved their presence and company and much of me wanted to be like them. Fit, evidently wealthy by the clothes, jewellery they wore and the cars they drove. They were obviously beautiful, smart and successful. Life was treating them well and they were getting a kick out of it. Following their example, my clothes did become tighter, more revealing and for makeup I did focus more attention on my lips and eyes. I loved their compliments and their style tips. I still drove a used car and had little jewellery to wear, but I now had new friends that cheered me.
I would meet Yvonne and Lynn on weekends for coffee and sometimes walks together by the lake. I enjoyed seeing all the eyes on us and the heads that would turn to watch us. We knew how attractive we were and acted as if we did not care. I was always happy and excited to see them and be with them. They often shared with me stories of their lives and they would go dancing until all hours of the morning. I was invited out a few times and on those occasions I did begin to wonder if they were more than best friends as they often had arms around each other and kissed. I also learned they travelled together to Europe, New York, Los Angeles. Sometimes their husbands accompanied them but often not. I did wonder what these two glorious brunettes got up to and always suspected they were outrageous together. They did share with me some details of their trips such as what the hotel was like, the restaurants, galleries and shops. They always showed off their recent purchases and remark how amazing the other looked when trying on new styles. I was very envious and wished to be a part of their world. They kept teasing that one day I should join them, but I often said I likely could not afford such extravagant vacations.
During all of this time, while I was enjoying the new me, my marriage was failing. My husband became jealous and suspected me of cheating on him, though he never had any proof. He also confessed that he now did not think he was good enough for me, and that my interests had changed, and we did not see eye to eye on things. And he was correct. I was beginning to enjoy the lifestyle of the rich and beautiful, and become annoyed at people who simply accepted what they were and had no desire to become better. I would not say I was becoming heartless, but I was certainly enjoying the pleasures that came with being attractive and confident, and had no interest in spending time with my husband Thomas. My husband made his statement by often sleeping on the couch and seldom sharing our bed. And I did not mind this at all.
On a fateful day in mid-May over a coffee, Yvonne and Lynn invited me to join them in New York City for a long weekend get-away in July they had planned. I told them no at first, but they kept insisting and telling me about Broadway, galleries, all the amazing things to see and that I owed it to myself. I kept saying how much I would love to go with them but I just could not afford it. Yvonne then surprised me when she said that she and Lynne were going to cover all costs as it was a birthday/Christmas/Valentines/Easter/Halloween/Thanskgiving Day present to me. I found myself no longer able to say no, and graciously accepted. I informed Thomas and he just nodded and said it sounds like fun. Plans were made and a few days before our flight, Yvonne and Lynn insisted we all go shopping together to pick out and buy clothes and shoes just for the trip. I did hate being so much in their debt but loved being taken under their wing.
On the day of our shopping trip we focused on skimpy, revealing and colourful. We found perfect sun dresses, lovely mini skirts and sleeveless tops that hugged and displayed our assets as Lynn always loved to call them. The shoes they picked out for me were stunning and I had never owned such sexy high heel shoes in my life and knew I would need to wear them around the house to get comfortable in them. They were perfect at featuring my calves, and I imagined us turning New York City on its head for a few days. I let Yvonne and Lynn know that I also wanted to buy myself a new nightie for the trip. They looked at each other, smiled and then at the same time both said not to bother. I felt a little jolt, blushed and Yvonne said darling, we will be in New York and there will be no time for sleeping. I nodded and said to myself, prepare for the time of your life.
