Womanhood for Jenny

Although she was bursting with the news, Master's discipline took over. First she went to the bathroom and applied her makeup. The mirror required a show in profile as she cupped her chest, and wished the operation could be tomorrow. Next, she did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen, made the bed, and wrote out a grocery list for supper. Only then did she permit herself the luxury of a few minutes on the phone.

Her best friend, Barbara, had gotten a boob job a couple of years back, and was bubbling with as much excitement as jenny. Babs assured her there would be no loss of sensitivity, "Just more meat for sport"

Heather and Ellen were equally happy for her. Knowing that Ellen would be on the phone all morning, spreading the news to everyone else in their circle, jenny got her purse and drove her compact car to the wine shop and grocery store.

The manager at the wine shop respected the quality and volume of Master's tastes, so jenny was always treated as though she were Master Charles' wife. After receiving instructions for the proper chilling and decanting of the wine, jenny carefully put the bottles in the car and went to the grocery.

Only fresh chicken breasts were needed. She already had the spices, fettuccini, and salad ingredients.

The irony brought on the giggles as she asked the butcher for the chicken breasts, boobs for boobs, she thought.

Once home, she swirled around like a 1950's TV housewife, rinsing and drying the fine china, silver and stemware for the meal. The pink tablecloth for the formal dining room table was ironed carefully. The matching napkins folded as well as any five-star restaurant.

With the chicken marinating and the wine chilling, jenny indulged her 'quiet time,' when she would kick off her heels, hang up her dress and take a short nap to collect her thoughts, and relax so she could be a better wife for Master when He came home.

Out of habit, as she slipped the dress's hanger into the closet, she glanced at the calendar hanging inside the closet door.