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This is what happens when I get only three hours of sleep.
Chaos.
Pandemonium.
And, perhaps, the revelation that I've seen/heard too many British shows.
Because I was a middle-aged woman (in a stereotypical BR flowery way), stuck together by a zipper or other fastening to a man wearing nothing but a dark blue pinstriped shirt underneath a PVC fetish top. He reminded me of Spike (which would have summoned up Mr. Humphries) but, as he was dark-haired, that would have made him more like FrankenFurter (Rocky Horror) but with a shriek reminiscent of ... (my mind's a blank), the most hapless tall cross-dresser in Little Britain.
We were apparently in a department store (Grace Brothers, anyone?), but we'd come in quite easily, via a ramp from the street and just walked in to a dressing room with many 3-sided mirrors. Oh, yes, one more detail. My companion WAS a vampire!
I believe the original intent was to find something sexual for Mr. X to wear and so I chose a zip-up one piece which had a bare back and straps that hooked over the shoulders to a centre part that slid up the chest, leaving the sides bare. But, for some reason, I decided it would be sexier reversed! In that case, why was he still wearing the pinstriped shirt? I made him put it on and was getting all the zippers just right (well, I had to tug at the one at the crotch a couple of times ::giggles:: to make sure it was dead centre). And he was definitely admiring himself in the mirror. Hmm, a vampire with a reflection?
However, we'd spent too much time in the store (we'd come in during the night) and one office worker appeared. As we couldn't be caught, my dark-haired Spike quickly sank his fangs in and drained him and then hid the body. And I had no moral qualms about that. However, more and more workers started coming in. And here we were, stuck together (not sure when THAT had happened), and he certainly couldn't kill them all - though we had thought about it momentarily. So we had to come up with a completely fanciful, totally illogical tale, in the manner of My Word, as to what we were doing there. As an added bit of tension, we'd tried to slip out the way we'd come, but there was a horde of shrieking children who'd seen us and were running up the ramp. So our original escape route was blocked.
And that's when I woke up and realized I'd only slept for three hours.
So my April Fool's joke is on myself.
Le sigh.
After that weird ordeal, I deserve breakfast (and smoked salmon for lunch).
Talk to you much, much later.
Deluded me.
Chaos.
Pandemonium.
And, perhaps, the revelation that I've seen/heard too many British shows.
Because I was a middle-aged woman (in a stereotypical BR flowery way), stuck together by a zipper or other fastening to a man wearing nothing but a dark blue pinstriped shirt underneath a PVC fetish top. He reminded me of Spike (which would have summoned up Mr. Humphries) but, as he was dark-haired, that would have made him more like FrankenFurter (Rocky Horror) but with a shriek reminiscent of ... (my mind's a blank), the most hapless tall cross-dresser in Little Britain.
We were apparently in a department store (Grace Brothers, anyone?), but we'd come in quite easily, via a ramp from the street and just walked in to a dressing room with many 3-sided mirrors. Oh, yes, one more detail. My companion WAS a vampire!
I believe the original intent was to find something sexual for Mr. X to wear and so I chose a zip-up one piece which had a bare back and straps that hooked over the shoulders to a centre part that slid up the chest, leaving the sides bare. But, for some reason, I decided it would be sexier reversed! In that case, why was he still wearing the pinstriped shirt? I made him put it on and was getting all the zippers just right (well, I had to tug at the one at the crotch a couple of times ::giggles:: to make sure it was dead centre). And he was definitely admiring himself in the mirror. Hmm, a vampire with a reflection?
However, we'd spent too much time in the store (we'd come in during the night) and one office worker appeared. As we couldn't be caught, my dark-haired Spike quickly sank his fangs in and drained him and then hid the body. And I had no moral qualms about that. However, more and more workers started coming in. And here we were, stuck together (not sure when THAT had happened), and he certainly couldn't kill them all - though we had thought about it momentarily. So we had to come up with a completely fanciful, totally illogical tale, in the manner of My Word, as to what we were doing there. As an added bit of tension, we'd tried to slip out the way we'd come, but there was a horde of shrieking children who'd seen us and were running up the ramp. So our original escape route was blocked.
And that's when I woke up and realized I'd only slept for three hours.
So my April Fool's joke is on myself.
Le sigh.
After that weird ordeal, I deserve breakfast (and smoked salmon for lunch).
Talk to you much, much later.
Deluded me.
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