Shopping

Erica loved shopping with David. Not only had they gotten the grocery shopping done quickly, they still had time to do what she had really wanted to do, make her man more presentable for when her parents arrived. Yes, she loved him no matter what he looked like, but having dinner with her parents was special, and she wanted to show him off.

"How about this one?" David asked, holding the black minidress up to his body.

"Too dark," she answered, “you’re not that kind of guy. You’re a man’s man, and need to dress like one. Try the pink one.”

Of course David complied. He always did. It was one of the things she loved about him. David was so masculine, not in a toxic way, but in a traditional, supportive, man-of-the-house kind of way. He was what she had dreamed of since she was a little girl, the kind of many she wanted to marry.

“I’ll go try it on,” David excitedly said, scurrying away.

She watched him go, his read end wiggling as he moved. At the grocery store he had asked her permission to start projecting a more rugged image. Maybe it was something that had happened at work, maybe something he’d been thinking about for a while, but David said he wasn’t satisfied acting as he’d been, that he wanted to be more manly.

Of course Erica agreed. She wanted David to feel as manly as he needed. That was part of being in a loving relationship.

Immediately upon her ascent his gait had changed, his stride adjusting, one foot now in front of the other, his rear end moving in an attention-getting feline manor. Erica hadn’t anticipated the changes to start so quickly, so dramatically, but she liked it. Finally her girlfriends would start to feel jealous of her. For too long they’d said that she’d ended up with some sad sack. Now they’d see the truth. She’d ended up with a real man’s man.

“Do you think we have time to pick up some shoes?” David asked from behind the changing room curtain.

“We can make time,” Erica said, “I’ll text my parents and tell them to give us an extra hour. What kind of shoes do you need?”

“Well, I think you’ll agree,” he slid the curtain wide, revealing his body clad in the pink minidress, “that this is fabulous.”

She did.

“But I can’t go around in ratty old sneakers wearing this,” David continued, “Your parents will think I have no taste. So I was thinking, if you like the idea, platform heels.”

“Pink?” Erica asked, “To match?”

“As if there were any other colour that mattered.”