Girls’ day with Emily

Andrea awoke as normal, albeit ‘her’ ass slightly sore still from the previous night’s exploits and got ready for ‘her’ day with Brian’s mother.

‘She’ found ‘herself’ looking forward to the day a little; although ‘she’ would have to maintain ‘Andrea mode’ and spend the day lying through ‘her’ teeth, both about ‘her’ life and ‘her’ enjoyment of the girly activities, ‘she’ genuinely liked Emily.

The woman had been nothing but pleasant to Andrew, having known him from when he was young, and she was somewhat of an aunt figure towards him.

Showered, plugged, corseted and made-up, Andrea dressed in a tight-fitting magnolia yellow bandeau romper with booty short legs, open-toe wedge sandal heels, and plenty of gold jewellery.

It was a hot day so ‘she’ elected to go without the jacket, instead covering ‘her’ body with plenty of sun tan lotion to protect ‘herself’ from the sun’s rays.

As ‘she’ dressed, Andrea noticed ‘her’ bosom had shrunk even further, now just a little more swollen than ‘her’ natural AA cup, as had the mounds’ sensitivity.

‘Maybe I should get a top up’, Andrea thought concerning the saline injecting machine, before banishing the thought from ‘her’ mind.

As they had previously arranged by text, Andrea met Emily at the mall, having ridden the bus.

The entire journey was made uncomfortable by several of the men giving ‘her’ lurid looks, and the women snide glances as they judged ‘her’ on how much skin ‘she’ showed.

Andrea shrank into a corner and put ‘her’ headphones in, trying to block out the world around her.

Luckily nobody accosted ‘her’ and ‘she’ met Emily on time near one of the mall entrances.

“Darling, there you are! My, you look ravishing! If only I could pull off a look like that!”, Emily greeted her son’s girlfriend.

“Hi Emily! Naw, you’d look mega hawt in this! The store I got it from is in here; maybe you like wanna try one on?”, Andrea replied instinctively, hoping Emily would renege on the offer and save ‘her’ the annoyance of clothes shopping.

“You flatterer! No it’s alright, I have far too many clothes as it is”, Emily replied.

“You can like never have too many clothes!”, Andrea countered, ‘Andrea mode’ fully engaged.

“Too true! Anyway, shall we head to the spa? I’ve booked us in for some seaweed wraps and massages”, Emily revealed, and the two made their way there, chatting as they did.

The conversation continued throughout their treatments and luckily Emily carried most of it, nattering away about her job and Brian.

All Andrea had to do was respond, laughing, giggling, nodding, and giving answers and input when beckoned.

Inevitably the conversation drifted to Andrea ‘herself’, and ‘she’ recalled the tales ‘she’ had hastily spun previously and made up some new ones about ‘her’ past, ‘her’ interests, ‘her’ hopes and dreams.

Eventually the topic of conversation transitioned to more general and random topics, continuing on even as they had a spot of lunch at a fancy bistro.

‘Andrea mode’ was fully engaged, Andrew not even having to think about what he was saying as the giggling, pauses, umms, and ditzy valley girl speak far divorced Andrea from Andrew.

Sometimes ‘she’ even forgot words and had to call them “thingies”, coming across scatter-brained.

After lunch, it came time to get some beautifying done.

“Shall we get our nails done, hmm?”, Emily suggested.

Andrea sighed internally as ‘she’ confirmed with a cheerful “Deffo!”.

‘She’ knew exactly where ‘she’ would be going next.