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Signs.
One of the good things about being a student of fashion design, is I can make my own dress, but I don't really have time for that, unless of course I start right now, and work until noon tomorrow. I think I will. I got some new material, and gowns are not that hard to make. I received a phone call from Ida, she and Marcel were on their way to Madame', drag queen club, Ida is full-blooded woman; she just goes to support Marcel. I would go, but I have plans.
On the phone
"Marcel!, Tyi got date tomorrow night," I could hear Marcel in background just 'acting out'
"For real girl, with who?" Ida was determined to find out, but I wanted to keep my date's identity a secret. Why? I don't know, but I think telling them that I will be going out with Trunks Briefs, is like announcing I'm going out with the King England, Superman, or something major along those lines.
"So, what cha doing now?"
"Making my dress for tomorrow night," I reply with my cell phone in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.
"Well, do ya need any help, I mean, it would be nice if your girls can help you dress ya up." I smile; I could hear the static as they moved from their current location.
"Sure, come over, I'm not going anywhere tonight" I hang up they were on their way to my place after I said the word 'date'. I was right, in less than fifth teen minutes; I get a knock on my door.
I was fifty percent finished with my dress when they came knocking. "Now, girl, we are fairy godmothers and we are here to so hook you up!" Ida had brought her hair kit and make up bag, she always kept an emergency kit in her car. Marcel, brought his 'expertise' for fashion, that many would consider 'risky' and that only the chosen few could pull it off as tasteful. My dress was hanging on my mannequin. Marcel immediately started to 'attack' my work. He kept giving me a skeptical look.
"You know I think you should wear, that black dress you made three weeks ago," he was now going through my closet in search of said dress.
"Marcel, I think that would give him the 'wrong' impression about me" Marcel rolled his eyes, and pulled out the dress he had in mind. It was the kind of dress that you would wear to go samba dancing. Very suggestive.
"Marcel, I don't know, I think he's a little more 'conservative' and prefers women with the same taste"
"This is conservative," Marcel pointed at the dress, "your butt, is not showing or hanging out, it emphasizes those hips of yours, the legs, and."
"And your chest is covered up" Ida piped in.
"Fine I'll wear the dress," giving up, it was going to be pointless to continue to debate with them.
"Now we have to do something with that hair, I think you should go shorter, you know real 'chic', and maybe a few highlights."
"I guess you guys are my 'fairy godmothers', Marcel, wonders over to my coffee table were Trunks left his glasses. My cell phone rings. I really wished that Marcel didn't answer it.
"Hello?"
"Yes, she is, who calling."
Marcel eyes go big and white, he has his hand over his mouth, to cover 'oh, Dende," cry, his breathing became irregular. I take the phone from him.
"Hi, oh that's Marcel, yeah.he always that way.hmm.yeah, you did leave them here, right on the coffee table.it not that I didn't want to return them.just that the wallet thing kinda drain the life out of me.yes.seven tomorrow.what? Hang on."
Marcel and Ida were looking at me, "what?" I pretend their looks were suggesting little questions like 'where's the bathroom, or how about we order take out.
I take a deep breath, ".uhm.okay.noon, see you there, bye"
Ida was just dying to know who was on the other end, and why did Marcel; look like someone just made plaid suits the 'in' thing.
I still didn't want to tell her. "Oh, nobody." I lied.
"Nobody?" Marcel voice finally returns to him, "that man is not a 'Nobody' now he was going in he's diva mood; Sassy sista altitude and all.
"Who is it!" Ida now standing like she was one number away from winning the lottery.
I pleaded with him not tell, just keep the revelation between us.
"What! Whatcha you do to snag him?" Looking at Tyi accusingly.
"Ida, it's not like that," I was getting angry what she was implying.
Thank kami Marcel was there to defuse the bomb before it went off. Ida and I relationship is best describe as 'strained'. I hang out with her only when Marcel is part of the crew. However I rather not go into the details of our past. It's a long and complicated story.
"Well, in that case you better not wear this dress, here." Marcel hands me another dress. A Long black dress with slit that ran high, my back was more exposed, but my breasts were cover and my butt. My dress was like a really slinky sexy halter-top dress. It was a better choice than my 'samba' dress, at least I look like class and not some trashy.
"I go with the other dress, I think it says 'everything' about you." Ida narrowed her eyes at me. I in turn had it.
"Get out!!" I pointed to the door. She was moving to slow, so I 'helped' her to my door.
"So, what you think he's going be 'superman' and rescue you from this hell hole, he'll drop you when he finds those little skeletons in your closet" she laughed at her. Tyi pushed her forcibly out her apartment. Ida didn't relent she started yelling at door, she knew Tyi would be leaning against it.
"You ain't nothing but a little gold digging little slut, just wait until he finds out about you!"
On the other side, Tyi clenched her fist. Marcel stood by holding the dress he picked out for her. Hearing nothing but silence from the other side, Ida continues her assault laughing harder than before. She didn't notice that the door opened and Marcel holding Tyi back from knocking her out. Ida stops laughing and turns to leave.
"He ain't your Superman," echoes through the hallway. Marcel helps me to the couch.
"She was wrong for that."
I stare at my cell phone I wanted to call him and cancel our date. Marcel seems sense my thoughts. He took the cell from my hands. The more I thought about my past and Ida words the worst I felt. I started to cry.I'm trying so hard to pull my life back together. I was in school working an honest job. Marcel put his arm around me trying to comfort me.
"I don't know what that was REALLY about, but I see a classy lady and I know that Mr. Briefs sees a VERY beautiful classy, smart, damn sexy lady, too. Now, go try this dress on because you are going on that date."
Marcel always found a way to make me smile, and I couldn't say no to him. I took the dress and went to try it on. He tosses in my strap back stilleo heels. I added them to my look. In a few moments I step back into my living room.
Marcel jaw drop, "Damn Miss. Tyi Banks, you make me want to go back to women." He bit his lips.
I walked up to him, he step back. "I think I better go.you are too much for me,"
I started laughing and he laughs with me.
Signs.
One of the good things about being a student of fashion design, is I can make my own dress, but I don't really have time for that, unless of course I start right now, and work until noon tomorrow. I think I will. I got some new material, and gowns are not that hard to make. I received a phone call from Ida, she and Marcel were on their way to Madame', drag queen club, Ida is full-blooded woman; she just goes to support Marcel. I would go, but I have plans.
On the phone
"Marcel!, Tyi got date tomorrow night," I could hear Marcel in background just 'acting out'
"For real girl, with who?" Ida was determined to find out, but I wanted to keep my date's identity a secret. Why? I don't know, but I think telling them that I will be going out with Trunks Briefs, is like announcing I'm going out with the King England, Superman, or something major along those lines.
"So, what cha doing now?"
"Making my dress for tomorrow night," I reply with my cell phone in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.
"Well, do ya need any help, I mean, it would be nice if your girls can help you dress ya up." I smile; I could hear the static as they moved from their current location.
"Sure, come over, I'm not going anywhere tonight" I hang up they were on their way to my place after I said the word 'date'. I was right, in less than fifth teen minutes; I get a knock on my door.
I was fifty percent finished with my dress when they came knocking. "Now, girl, we are fairy godmothers and we are here to so hook you up!" Ida had brought her hair kit and make up bag, she always kept an emergency kit in her car. Marcel, brought his 'expertise' for fashion, that many would consider 'risky' and that only the chosen few could pull it off as tasteful. My dress was hanging on my mannequin. Marcel immediately started to 'attack' my work. He kept giving me a skeptical look.
"You know I think you should wear, that black dress you made three weeks ago," he was now going through my closet in search of said dress.
"Marcel, I think that would give him the 'wrong' impression about me" Marcel rolled his eyes, and pulled out the dress he had in mind. It was the kind of dress that you would wear to go samba dancing. Very suggestive.
"Marcel, I don't know, I think he's a little more 'conservative' and prefers women with the same taste"
"This is conservative," Marcel pointed at the dress, "your butt, is not showing or hanging out, it emphasizes those hips of yours, the legs, and."
"And your chest is covered up" Ida piped in.
"Fine I'll wear the dress," giving up, it was going to be pointless to continue to debate with them.
"Now we have to do something with that hair, I think you should go shorter, you know real 'chic', and maybe a few highlights."
"I guess you guys are my 'fairy godmothers', Marcel, wonders over to my coffee table were Trunks left his glasses. My cell phone rings. I really wished that Marcel didn't answer it.
"Hello?"
"Yes, she is, who calling."
Marcel eyes go big and white, he has his hand over his mouth, to cover 'oh, Dende," cry, his breathing became irregular. I take the phone from him.
"Hi, oh that's Marcel, yeah.he always that way.hmm.yeah, you did leave them here, right on the coffee table.it not that I didn't want to return them.just that the wallet thing kinda drain the life out of me.yes.seven tomorrow.what? Hang on."
Marcel and Ida were looking at me, "what?" I pretend their looks were suggesting little questions like 'where's the bathroom, or how about we order take out.
I take a deep breath, ".uhm.okay.noon, see you there, bye"
Ida was just dying to know who was on the other end, and why did Marcel; look like someone just made plaid suits the 'in' thing.
I still didn't want to tell her. "Oh, nobody." I lied.
"Nobody?" Marcel voice finally returns to him, "that man is not a 'Nobody' now he was going in he's diva mood; Sassy sista altitude and all.
"Who is it!" Ida now standing like she was one number away from winning the lottery.
I pleaded with him not tell, just keep the revelation between us.
"What! Whatcha you do to snag him?" Looking at Tyi accusingly.
"Ida, it's not like that," I was getting angry what she was implying.
Thank kami Marcel was there to defuse the bomb before it went off. Ida and I relationship is best describe as 'strained'. I hang out with her only when Marcel is part of the crew. However I rather not go into the details of our past. It's a long and complicated story.
"Well, in that case you better not wear this dress, here." Marcel hands me another dress. A Long black dress with slit that ran high, my back was more exposed, but my breasts were cover and my butt. My dress was like a really slinky sexy halter-top dress. It was a better choice than my 'samba' dress, at least I look like class and not some trashy.
"I go with the other dress, I think it says 'everything' about you." Ida narrowed her eyes at me. I in turn had it.
"Get out!!" I pointed to the door. She was moving to slow, so I 'helped' her to my door.
"So, what you think he's going be 'superman' and rescue you from this hell hole, he'll drop you when he finds those little skeletons in your closet" she laughed at her. Tyi pushed her forcibly out her apartment. Ida didn't relent she started yelling at door, she knew Tyi would be leaning against it.
"You ain't nothing but a little gold digging little slut, just wait until he finds out about you!"
On the other side, Tyi clenched her fist. Marcel stood by holding the dress he picked out for her. Hearing nothing but silence from the other side, Ida continues her assault laughing harder than before. She didn't notice that the door opened and Marcel holding Tyi back from knocking her out. Ida stops laughing and turns to leave.
"He ain't your Superman," echoes through the hallway. Marcel helps me to the couch.
"She was wrong for that."
I stare at my cell phone I wanted to call him and cancel our date. Marcel seems sense my thoughts. He took the cell from my hands. The more I thought about my past and Ida words the worst I felt. I started to cry.I'm trying so hard to pull my life back together. I was in school working an honest job. Marcel put his arm around me trying to comfort me.
"I don't know what that was REALLY about, but I see a classy lady and I know that Mr. Briefs sees a VERY beautiful classy, smart, damn sexy lady, too. Now, go try this dress on because you are going on that date."
Marcel always found a way to make me smile, and I couldn't say no to him. I took the dress and went to try it on. He tosses in my strap back stilleo heels. I added them to my look. In a few moments I step back into my living room.
Marcel jaw drop, "Damn Miss. Tyi Banks, you make me want to go back to women." He bit his lips.
I walked up to him, he step back. "I think I better go.you are too much for me,"
I started laughing and he laughs with me.