The Shy Girl ©
By
Michael Casey
Helen let herself in the house and shouted hello to her aunt as
she dashed up the stairs two at a time . This was usual for her on a
Friday night . Once in the bathroom she breathed a sigh of relief , her
aunt hadn't seen the carrier bags she was carrying . Helen put the plug in
the bath and then reaching into the Body Shop carrier she poured a liberal
amount of "enriching body bubble bath" into the bath before turning the
hot tap on . Next she hit the play button on the cassette and began to get
undressed , she got undressed slowly and deliberatly , just as she had
read in Cosmo in the article on how to turn on your man . She'd been
practicing for three months now , she was very good at it.
Helen was twenty five and three months old , she wore baggy
clothes to hide her figure , for she was a shy girl , it was only on
Friday night when she reformed her ritual "temptress" routine before she
tried on her new clothes that she was truely free . All alone in the
bathroom with just a mirror for company Helen could act out her fantasies,
now she stood naked before the mirror , she took a bow , she really had
mastered the the routine Cosmo had suggested . If only she wasn't so shy
if only she didn't hide her bust behind a baggy top and her bum behind a
loose fitting three quarter length skirt .
Helen took a long hard look at herself in the mirror , she'd
look good on any page three , only she never bought the Sun , just looked
at it over the shoulder of people on the bus . She always though "tart"
every time she got a glance of page three , but if only she could have a
thimble full of their brazeness , then she wouldn't be so shy , then she'd
have a steady boyfriend . When she reached 25 she promised herself that
she'd stop being so shy , and for the past three months she'd being buying
things that would show off her figure , next week she was going to get
contacts too , after all men never made a pass at girls who wore glasses.
The only problem was that for three months she'd bought the nice if not
exactly sexy clothes , only all she did was try them on before neatly
folding them and putting them at the bottom of her wardbrobe . She really
was a shy girl , some might think a frump , just to judge by outward
appearences , its just that she was shy , shy shy shy.
Her bath was ready so reaching in her carrier she reached for a
magazine before getting in the bath . This month the main article was
about sex , relationships and why cann't men just be friends , there was a
picture from the film "When Harry Met Sally" above the article . Helen
started to read , her glasses steaming up already , she reached down for
her bar of Galexy taking a big bite as she read . Helen's friends had
started to get married and /or have serious relationships , she was
beginning to feel left behind , especially as once her friends had a man
they had less time for friendship with her . She read the article hoping
to find fresh insight into her situation . It was asking how far should
you go on your first date , second date and so on , there was even a chart
so you had an at a glance guide .
Helen thought of her last boyfiend , three months ago in fact ,
he had assused that as it was her birthday the thing she'd like most
would be him ! He's pressed himself against her , and put his hand on her
breast , only she'd kneed him in the groin , and his fancy watch with its
even fancier watch strap had got stuck on her bra strap , so as she
stormed off , she had his Cartier watch dangling from her chest almost
like a nurse's watch .
She read on pausing for more chocolate , if only men were as
nice as Galexy that would be something. She finished the article and
turned the page to be met with a picture of agent Fox Mulder from the X
files . She sighed , she wouldn't be shy with him that was for sure , mind
you millions of woman would doubtless say the same . She spent five
minutes adoring his picture before taking another bite of chocolate , and
then sinking lower into the bath , yes yes yes , oh yes , this chocolate
was something else , or was it Fox Mulder ?
There was another article about pets and stress levels , that
was quite interesting , apparently you live longer if you have a pet , as
you have something to love and it in return loves you unconditionally . if
only she could find a man like that . Mind you animals did have one major
disadvantage . they were very wanton , very caveman like . If a male
animal liked a female it just jumped and got on with it , perhaps she
should be wanton , just once , just to see if it worked , could you find
true love by being a tart just the once and hoping you'd found the man of
your dreams ? She closed her eyes and shook her head before saying outloud
, "a tart is a tart , is a tart " . Then she farted , giggled helplessly
as the bubbles disappeared . She thought of her friend Vicky , she was
like her , very shy and hiding her figure behind frumpy clothes , she'd
given herself away , only she'd got pregnant and the lad ran a mile , then
her mother threw her out , so she ended up running away to London to have
an abortion . Helen closed her eyes and shivered at the thought of it ,
she turned the hot tap with her big toe , she was determined that would
never happen to her . Why she'd even gone on the pill so determined was
she .
She just wished she'd meet somebody who was gentle and kind who
could make her laugh , and above all was not so fast , she wanted to be
courted , in fact she wanted to tell him , "you can put your hand on my
breast now" , perhaps she was longing for the 50s , even though now it
was nearing the millenium . She wasn't looking for a man with a book in
his hand all the time and she wasn't looking for a body builder either ,
Martin was just perfect only the one time he got carried away and had
touched her bum with one hand and felt her breast with his other hand ,
and without asking either . So naturally she'd kneed him in the groin ,
what else was she to do ? In fact the men at work called her "frigid"
behind her back , but she had to have standards didn't she ? It had been
the first time she'd ever closed her eyes , normally she'd keep
them open so she could keep a lookout for any roving hands , then the
first time she had relented and that had happened . Perhaps one day she'd
love and trust somebody enough to give into her animal insticts , but she
just wasn't ready now .
The bath water was getting cold now ,so she got out of the bath
and dried herself in front of the mirror , once she was dry she'd try on
her new clothes . She had bought some red skimpy underwear , a red knee
length skirt and a tight fitting blue top , as she got dressed she began
to laugh , if only people could see her now and when she got some
contacts she'd be really knockout . Then she sighed , she'd tried lots of
bright colours over the past three months , but in her heart of hearts she
knew she'd never wear them in public , she just didn't have the confidence
besides every time she looked at herself in the mirror the only word that
sprang to mind was "Tart" . But she would at least wear her contacts , it
was at least a start wasn't it ?So slowly and sadly she changed back into
her frumpy clothes , nobody would ever see her at her best . Except the
fourteen year old lad named Michael who had been watching through the
window from the house next door , for in her rush Helen had forgotten to
close the curtains .
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