Recently I've had to make several visits to my new dentist's office (moving complicated things a bit.) Several different things needed taken care of. Since they believe I'm female (or are being exceedingly polite), they always address me as female, and compliment me about my choice of attire. (That's easy to enjoy...)
This visit was no exception. (Sorry there is no picture - description will have to do!) Past visits have found me wearing various shorts and blouses, with sandals and lots of white toe nails showing! The girls always compliment something - last time, it was my new sandals.
That morning, Wifey unearthed a pair of ballet flats for me, since rain was
forecast - she didn't want my new sandals getting messed up in standing water.
And naturally, I polished them to like-new condition...gotta look my best!
But for this appointment: instead of shorts, I put on a pair of dressy black capris, with a light blue tunic which gave a hint of my breasts (and nipples - which stood proudly at attention in the office's cold air conditioning.)
Each girl grabbed one of my hands to admire my long pink fingernails, and reminded me that "you'd look even prettier with 1" extensions on eeach finger, with red gel color on both fingers and toes." "Wow, do you mean wear them nearly 2" long?" "Absolutely - I would if I could, but not in this profession!" Then the girls added that "longer nails are so glamorous - you'd love them!" To which the doctor added: "And those pretty ballet flats look fabulous with your outfit!"
After all that, Novocaine wouldn't have been needed...I wouldn't have felt a thing! (And though Wifey wouldn't allow it, I'd be in heaven with those longer nails...if I couldn't type with them!!) However, not sure how long I'll have them even this long...typing gets harder by the day!
Hugs,
Mandy
