Debbie heard her name being called out from the speakerphone. She had spent the last couple of hours searching for answers to her current dilemma, but had come empty.
"Welcome back Debbie, it's time to dress for you haircut," the voice boomed.
"Ah, I usually wear sweats," Debbie moaned.
"Not today," the voice boomed, "let's start with some hot shorts, Daisy Dukes seem appropriate."
"Funny I get it," Debbie groaned, as she reluctantly searched her draws, the voice finally settled on a pink pair of shorts, which were a little too small. Next she found her black push up bra, which the voice had no problem with, however finding a top took some time. The voice finally led her through a systematic cutting up, of a normal white T- shirt, until the shirt barely covered her black bra.
As Debbie was dressing, the voice also told her exactly what it wanted her to do with Daisy. None of it really surprised Debbie, after the morning with the paperboy. Although she still wasn't sure she could pull it off, and was none to happy about it.
"Debbie back in the bathroom," the voice ordered, when Debbie was dressed.
Back in the bathroom, Debbie stood in front of the full-length mirror staring at her reflection, once again.
"Isn't this getup just a little obvious?" Debbie moaned. "Why don't I just wear a shirt that says, fuck me, I'm a whore, in big letters!"
After adding more make up and a dose of perfume, Debbie sat on the couch, nervously awaiting Daisy's arrival. She still wasn't sure she could go through with it. It wasn't like Daisy wasn't attractive, she even reminded her a lot of Nicole Kidman. She was lean and tall, with fair skin, and she had a thing about changing her hair color, but Debbie's still got queasy when she thought about two women making love.
Debbie looked out the window; the big white truck was still there. Debbie began feeling more and more like a rat in a cage.
Several minutes later, she saw Daisy's car pull in her driveway, so she met her at the door. After the two exchanged pleasantries, they headed for the kitchen. Debbie opened a bottle of wine and pulled a chair to the center of the kitchen, as previously instructed by the voice. Daisy quickly went to work on Debbie hair. The two swapped stories about their children as she worked. It didn't take Daisy long to finish up, as Debbie only needed a trim.
"Daisy would you have a glass of wine with me in the living room?" Debbie asked.
"Ah I guess, your paying for the sitter," Daisy said.
The two women moved to the couch, Debbie's heart was racing, as she was trying to follow the plan that the voice had laid out.
"Is this how you normally dress around the house Debbie?" Daisy mumbled, as she finally couldn't help herself.
"No, it's just, you know, the husband and the kids are away." Debbie mumbled, more then embarrassed at the way she was dressed, especially compared to Daisy, who wore a simple pair of jeans and a man's button down shirt, tied in the front.
"Is everything ok, Deb?" Daisy interrupted.
"Well not really."
"I knew it, you've been acting strange all day, first on the phone and then here," Daisy roared.
"It's just, ah you know..." Debbie just couldn't think of how to word it.
"Is it your husband?" Daisy asked.
Debbie just nodded her head, this wasn't what she planned, and she felt bad about what she was about to say.
"It's just he doesn't do for me what he used too," Debbie managed.
"Whose husband does!" Daisy laughed, and then went on to tell a long rambled story about how great her sex life was, when she was younger, and then she got married, and how things change. The two traded stories until Daisy excused herself, to use the bathroom.
"You're losing her Debbie," the voice hissed, from the speakerphone, that was on the coffee table.
"What am I going to do, jump her and tear her clothes off?" Debbie cried. "I just."
"Well Debbie, If we can settle up, I have to go, but call me and we will talk," Daisy said, as she came out of the bathroom.
"Please Daisy just a few more minutes, ah I have one more thing."
"What is Debbie, you're not pregnant again?" Daisy moaned.
"No nothing like that," Debbie said, as she pulled Daisy down on the couch again. "Well it's just, you know, I never went to college, and I never had a lot of girlfriends."
"I like you too Deb," Daisy said, as she gave Debbie a quick hug. When Daisy went to break free from the hug, Debbie held on tight, as she looked up into Daisy's blue eyes.
"Hello Deb, it's me Daisy," Daisy whispered, as she felt Debbie shaking in her arms.
"I'm sorry!" Debbie cried out, as she slammed back against the couch, her hands covering her face.
"I can't fucking do this!" Debbie cried out.
"Debbie what's really wrong," Daisy whispered, as she wrapped her arms around Debbie, "man your shaking!"
Debbie cried for several minutes, as Daisy did her best to comfort her. Finally Daisy held Debbie's face in her hands, as she dried her tears with a tissue. Debbie broke free and pressed her lips into her friends, she also held Daisy firmly on the shoulder, to prevent her from pulling away. Debbie slowly broke the hold, and opened her eyes.
"Well that was interesting," Daisy moaned, which sent Debbie back into tears.