Thursday

The next day (Thursday), Charlene had to work but she made sure Andrea dolled herself up before she left, stating that she’d be back in time for Andrea’s waist and butthole training, and that if she detected anything untowards upon her return there’d be hell to pay.

‘Well, looks like I got like the whole day to myself. What should I do? Maybe go through my clothes and try to put something together for the date tonight?’, thought Andrew, who then slapped himself upon realising he was thinking what Andrea would do.

There was some merit to looking through his new clothes though; it’d be much less humiliating than what his mother could have in mind, and at least it would be one matter that he’d have a say in.

La Chat Noir had a pretty casual vibe to it despite its attempt at refinement, so as long as he didn’t dress like a skank, the clothes he had should be in the clear.

Andrew settled on one of the extra dresses he had bought on his second trip to The Spot; a burgundy v-neck skater dress with long sleeves, which he accessorised with black tights, matching lacy red bra and thong, a small black belt, the pink high heels, a gold bracelet and heart pendant necklace, and the eel broach Brian bought him at the pier.

As he went about selecting the outfit, Andrew subconsciously slipped into Andrea made as he unknowingly sang in ‘her’ voice and jived to the girly music coming out of his shuffled Spotify list, and used Andrea’s ever-growing fashionable eye to put together the outfit.

After finishing deciding what to wear, Andrew thought about going for a walk, but couldn’t risk being seen by Brian or somebody who thought he was away, so decided against it.

Electing to surf some TV, Andrew found he quite enjoyed **** Housewives and so kept it on while he had a light sandwich lunch and relaxed.