Memories - Girls' Weekend - Invitation


I saw the wrapped present on my counter, looked at it, at Emily. "What's that for?" I asked her.

"Just something I got for you."

I picked it up, it was obviously a book, opened it, it was a book on some regional wineries. "Thanks," I said, still confused.

She smiled at me. "You should read that before we go," she said.

"Go?"

"On our wine weekend," she said. 

"Wine weekend?"

She got a bigger smile on her face. "Look in the front cover."

I looked, found an envelope, opened it; it was an invitation. "You're cordially invited to spend a weekend with your girlfriend..." The invitation mentioned a bed and breakfast/winery that was apparently in the book she'd given me.

"You booked a b&b," I asked, smiling with her.

She nodded. "Sure did."

"Em..." I was looking at her, smiled with her. "You're so sweet," I said, "of course yes."

"You have to finish reading the invitation before you say yes," she said.

I looked at it, didn't see anything else. "I don't understand..."

"There's an asterisk," she said. I looked at the invitation, saw the small symbol. "On the other side," she said.

I turned the invitation over, there at the bottom was an asterisk with a note.

This is a girls' weekend.

"What's that mean, a girls' weekend?"

"It's a girls' trip," she said.

I still didn't get her meaning. "A girls' trip?"

She smiled. "No boys allowed, silly."

"No boys? You don't mean...Emily..."

"That's exactly what I mean," she smiled. "The invitation is for a girls' weekend, no boys, no boy things, just girls."

"But I..."

She left the room, came back with a box wrapped in wrapping paper. "Second part of the gift," she said.

I took it, opened it. Inside was an outfit, a cream sweater, a dark blue plaid pleated skirt, a bra and panty set, a package of black silky tights, and a pair of heels. "This is..."

"Traveling outfit," she said.

"Em...you...you want me to be...to be a girl for an entire weekend?"

She nodded. "If you want to go on the trip, yea," she said, "I told you, it's a girls only weekend."

Flashes went through my brain, traveling, checking into a bed and breakfast, touring wineries, dinners...

"Emily," I felt like I was having a mild panic attack, "I...I can't be a girl for a whole weekend."

"Why not? You do here?"

"Not in public?"

She looked at me. "You've been a girl in public before."

"Like at a club where it's dark and...and they're...you know...friendly."

"So? This is no different."

"This is a whole weekend. During the day...people...people will know..."

She looked at me, a grin. "When we do your hair and makeup, you mostly pass," she said. 

"I see some women look at me," I countered.

"Women are more perceptive," she said, "but more understanding, too. Men are oblivious."

"It's different at a club," I said, "it's expected."

"I already talked to the b&b," she said, "it's run by a gay couple and they have no problem."

"You told them?"

She shrugged. "It just came up in conversation, " she said, "and when it did, I thought you'd more comfortable if they knew and were cool with it, which they are. There's nothing to worry about, you really do pass."

I bit my lip. "The whole weekend as a girl," I said.

"The b&b actually has a restaurant, so we can eat dinner there; we'll do lunch at a winery. I know you'll be nervous, but really, no one will notice and those that do won't care."

"I...I don't know if I have the right outfits," I said. She laughed. "What?"

"The boy part of you is worried about the girl part; the girl part is worried about what outfits to wear."

"It's an issue," I said.

"Well you have one outfit," she said, "we'll go through your things and mine and see what we come up with; we can always go shopping."

"Seriously, you...you want a girls' weekend..."

"Yea," she said, "and just to be clear, no boys on this trip means no boys on this trip...meaning soft and tucked the whole weekend."

"We...we can't..."

"Yea, duh," she said, "you think I'm going on a girls' trip with my girlfriend and not messing around...but soft and tucked..."

"Emily, I..."

"You have to say yes, love," she said. "Yes to a girls' weekend with me."

"Of course, yes," I said, "of course."

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  1. Sara, such a wonderful memory. I fondly remember a girl’s only trip to San Francisco with my wife. For our trip she packed and though I travelled in boy mode, from the moment I stepped in the room until just before checking out 3 days later my wife insisted I was only in girl mode. The only men’s clothing I had was what I wore on the plane! I’m far from passable, but nobody ever said anything and we toured all over the city. It was a great weekend. Thank you for sharing your memories and promoting mine.

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    1. That was supposed to say prompting mine. Damn that autocorrect!

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  2. It sounds both frightening and exciting. No male clothes, only feminine outfits for the full weekend. Locked the entire time. Being the best girl I could be. learning so much

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  3. What you hadn't realised was that there was going to be Emily's bestie there too. You knew that women like to play doll dress-up even when they are far from being little girls. Perhaps it was too easy for your wife and her bestie to persuade you to play their doll. Your wife said, “I have already seen all I’m going to see, and Stella won’t tell; don’t be a silly spoilsport.” It involved full body epilation and mostly lingerie and make up; apart from them both agreeing on a ‘dolls don’t speak’ rule. Stella started to ask some very private questions to your wife, but your heart skipped a beat when you heard her ask, “Honestly, how does your hubby compare with Evan?” You simply couldn’t believe your ears! Stella knew that your wife had a lover! Your wife’s detailed description could have been shortened to less skilled, less stamina, and clearly less length and girth. But then came the cherry on top, “Wouldn’t you like to have sex with Evan while you have your doll in the room?” At that point you were too stunned to speak, but you still wonder why you didn’t break the ‘dolls don’t speak’ rule. Anyway, what you saw through your doll’s eyes left you without words.

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