New Things

I just received my delivery from the Victoria's Secret panty factory. Fourteen pairs. Two string bikinis. One bright yellow shirt. Two spinster type bras. And of course I have to try everything on. Some things are disappointing--they promised me low-rise. Some things are great. Black makes me look tan. I forgot how small my boobs are. I wish I could reorder some of those satin panties. The sale is over.

I can't wait to wear my new requisitions, even though no one will ever see most of them. I feel sexy knowing what I have underneath my clothes. And the new bikinis that look so much different on me than on the girl in the picture. I'm not buxom. But that's not the point. I still have new suits and want to wear them.

I hear "Lonely People" playing out in the backyard. It's surreal and uncanny, really.

Anyway, I'll be donning new things that no one will ever see. New things I'll never wear. New things to make me feel new. Make me feel pretty. With a secret. The secret of Victoria. I guess.