"So, you will be there?"
"Yes" Susan replies into her cell.
"Good," her mother replies, "Dinner starts at 7:00, but, please arrive early. Parking at the country club will be a pain if you wait until the last minute."
"Fine," Susan replies, "is there anything else?"
"As a matter of fact, "the mother answers, "there is. The club has a dress code for all ladies to wear skirts or dresses with hosiery. I know you are into the whole tom boy thing. But, please follow the dress code. I don't want you
showing up in a hoodie and jeans."
Susan signs and hangs up. "I fucking hate dressing up, especially in nylons." Despite her objections for the attire requirements, Susan wanted to attend the club party. her younger sister, a senior in high school was going to be officially given an adult club membership and receive honers for surpassing a long standing golf record. "I have that long black dress from the new year's party at home. I'll just pair that with some black flats and maybe be able to get away with simple knee high nylons.
"Hello," a bubbly blonde clerk says as she enters the drug store. "Can I help you find anything?"
"Yeah, Amanda," Susan reads of the name tag, "where are your nylons?"
"They are in aisle 5."
"Thanks," Susan replies with a half smile. In aisle 5 she quickly locates the black knee highs but as she pulls them from the shelf she remembers the slit on the left side of her dress that runs up to her knee."Damn! I The thigh highs go above the slit but the tops may get exposed when I get up and down of bed over." Susan tries to think of anything she might have that would work with the knee or thigh highs, but, she comes up black with the black dress being the only one she has. "I could buy a new one, but that is a waste since i hardly wear dresses and skirts. I will just have to suffer a night in pantyhose."
"May I offer a possible solution?"
Susan turns to see the bubbly Amanda standing there. "I was not trying to eves drop," the clerk explains. I was stocking in the next aisle and overheard what you were saying."
"It's alright," Susan replies, "so, what is the solution you spoke of?"
Amanda walks a bit further up the aisle and pulls a product that looks like a hairspray can off the shelf. Upon examination of the label, Susan sees that it is called magical nylon.
"I have seen stuff like that on TV," Susan says, "I have heard that they are not very good and smear everywhere with a bit of sweat."
The clerk smiles, "yes, there are similar, inferior products on the market. But, I promise this is the real thing. Once applied, it will look and feel like real nylon to anyone who sees and touches it. But, you will feel like your legs are bare. I'll show you. Amanda walks to Susan and slightly lifts her knee length uniform skirt. In her hurry to get in in and out, Susan had failed to see the black skirt and suntan nylons beneath it. "They started enforcing a new dress code a few months ago and like you I hate hose. But, I also like my job. I suffered through wearing hose for a month before this product launched. Go ahead, feel them."
Reluctantly, Susan reaches out and is shocked when the clerks legs feel like real nylon. She even moves her hand up and down to see if she can her sweaty palms make the spray smear.
"Do you like them?'
'Yes," Susan responds as she continues to glide her hand up and down the clerks thigh. You say that the wearer feels bare?'
"That's right,during application you will feel the nylon, after about ten minutes the feeling will fade and you'll feel like nothing is there."
Susan pulls her had off Amanda and steps back. The blonde smiles and hands her customer the can. "It comes in many colors, but, I think this one will best suit your black dress and needs. I assume you are being forced to wear the nylons. So this black shade will show that you have them on without others feeling the need to paw at your legs for testing."
Susan lets out a reserved laugh, "My mom would totally do that if i showed up in a tan shade that looks like my skin." Amanda lets at her own small laugh as they walk to the counter.
"You're all set," Amanda says as she hands Susan her change and bag. "I hope you like them."
"Anything is better than wearing actual pantyhose," She replies before walking out. On the drive home, all Susan can think about is how great Amanda's leg felt. She sped a little to get home and try the hose in a can for herself.
