Nikki ! (Part 2)
by, Nikki

So...I'm sitting here all alone, just me, my hoops and a dog who is looking at me sideways. A million thoughts are rushing through my head, the expectation I have now placed on these things is starting to spiral out of control, I mean, what if I fail, what if I don't fit the pattern of all the things I have read, from all accounts these things come with magic powers, if I am to believe everything I have read, and I really have no reason not to, I should no longer have a need for my winter woolies and sensible shoes. Can I bring myself to dispose of these items that have been a part of me for so long. 

The house is quiet and its making me nervous, I check the clock being consciously aware that my time is fast running out, he will be home soon, if I am going to do this I need to do it now, I look at the dog, he has given up and gone onto other things. The time is right, it is now or never. I walk over to the mirror with an air of confidence, I can do this, they are just earrings after all, its no big deal. I take out my little junior hoops that have served me so well over the years and examine the little holes which have suffered no trauma. I take a long lasting look as from what I have read, they may not stay this way for very long. I pick up the first hoop, I can feel a rush go through me as I am about to go ahead with what I have been planning for so long, my ears are excited and turning a nice shade of red, they are pulsating which is making it difficult to slide the hoop through the hole, but I get there, the first one is in, I am halfway there, I stand back to examine what looks totally foreign, and give a little laugh, which is another little quirk, I laugh when I am nervous and the clock is ticking louder. The second one is in now, and I need to begin my controlled breathing again. I hyperventilate for a second or two as I try to reconcile the image I am seeing. I step back and take a good look. I throw another laugh and ask myself, what the heck am I doing, but I have come this far and the transformation has already started to take place. The dog has returned and is looking at me in a strange way.

I walk around and get a feel for what these hoops can do, there just may be something in what they say, I feel them pull as I take each step, its an odd but somewhat pleasant feeling, this is not so bad after all, I start to relax and play with them a little, a tug here, a jiggle there, I'm really starting to have fun, I spot the camera, I have an idea, I'll take some pictures, for all I know there may be a website out there that could use them, I have heard that there is some guy out there who has a little fetish for this type of thing, so I sit back and take a few shots, I'm starting to get quite comfortable with all this now and I am thinking maybe later I might rummage through the garage and try the toolbox look, but for now I am still with the hoops. With the shots all done and still some time up my sleeve, I walk over to the computer, well, actually walk is no longer appropriate, I now saunter as walking is reserved for people in winter woolies and sensible shoes, I take a seat and switch it on, I still have about 10 minutes before he is home, I get into a chat and I am feeling like a bad girl, I am flirting all over and saying things my mother taught me never to say, I get lost in time, I'm really being bad, flicking the hair, tugging on the hoops, tossing the head back and lusting all over the place, I cant believe what I am saying, I am really living in the moment, but what is that I hear, keys in the front door, the dog is barking, he's home...I go into a panic, the controlled breathing is not working and my heart misses a few beats, I am recklessly trying to get these earrings out, he is inside now, and I am almost there, they are out and I place them to the side, the moment is over, the show has ended, I return to my former self. Who was I for a while, and why did I go there, would I have become that without the aid of hoops, I guess for now I will not know but for just a little bit I was able to peek outside of the winter woolies and the sensible shoes, and you know, it wasn't all that bad, and maybe just maybe next time I might share it with him.


To be continued? 

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