The Elevator Seventeenth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an elevator waiting to see who would get in.

Paul and his wife Erin waited for the elevator to arrive at their floor.  There were people already in the elevator.  But they got off on another floor before Paul and Erin got to the lobby.  Paul's smile faded as soon as the elevator's doors closed.

"What took you so long?"

"I was getting dressed."

"That's just a simple dress.  It doesn't seem all that hard to put that one on."

"What about my makeup and jewelry?"

"Big deal one pair of earrings, you're not even wearing a watch."

"I tell you it takes time."

"We're late, you should have started faster."

"OK Paul, what is your real problem?"

Paul's expression changed.  He didn't look mad anymore.  "It's just that I-I-I'm jealous."

"Jealous?  Jealous of what?"

"You get to put on all those pretty clothes and I'm stuck with just the same old pants and button-up shirts.  It's not  fair."

"How long have you felt this way?"

"Always.  I can't tell you the number of times I saw you getting dressed or putting on your makeup and I thought I wish I was doing that too.  I wanted to wear something pretty, something soft, something sexy."

"I like what you have on.  It's sexy to me."

"But if I was in a dress with lacy panties and a bra, my legs encased in hose.  That would be really sexy."

"I don't wear hose all the time."

"You should wear them more.  If I was able I would wear hose every day.  And heels too.  Do you know how great my legs would look in heels?"

"You do have really long legs.  The right hose would definitely look sexy on you."

"A dress with a short skirt and a tight top, What are they called?"

"A skater dress."

"If that is what they are.  I wish I could wear one."

"Skater dresses usually have short sleeves, you'll have to shave your underarms."

"I don't mind."

"OK, let's do it."

"Do what?"

"Let's go back home and get you all dolled up."

"We'll be late."

"Who cares, so we'll be late.  It'll be worth it if everyone gets to see you."

The elevator doors opened, but they pressed the button to return to their apartment.  Erin was bigger in her way than Paul was.  She was sure that he could fit into her clothing.  The shoes might be a problem, but maybe he could fit into her heeled slippers with an open back.

The smile returned to Paul's face.  He was going to do something he always wanted to do.  Erin had a big smile too.

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