Stacy's

Elizabeth dropped all of her purchases on the bed and started to sort through them. She'd gotten a little more than she intended, but reasoned it was a necessary expense for her job. The store had sold pencil skirts, dress shirts, and some other office wear that bordered a bit on the provocative. She had intended to find something practical for the office that was conservative, but she ended up throwing in some skirts and shirts that showed a bit more than she was used too. The shortest wetlook skirt was only an inch above her knees, so it was still acceptable-ish. Her favorite impulse buy though, was the set of 3 inch strappy sky-blue heels. She didn't usually wear anything like this, but as soon as she touched them, something inside her made her think of spring days and fresh air. She'd purchased some stay up thigh high black stockings instead of regular pantyhose, but now she couldn't remember why.

She looked at the bras she'd purchased and sighed again. She hadn't meant to get anything but some practical demure cotton bras to replace her old ones. What she ended up buying were lacy, colorful numbers that she'd have trouble concealing through her thin white dress shirts.

"Well, I don't want to feel totally frumpy," she reasoned to herself.

Jeff, her husband, walked into the bedroom while she was putting everything away.

"Honey, what the hell is going on? Did you get an office job or something?" he asked.