What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)
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				Title: <strong>What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-11-2008, 04:04:43</strong>
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				Diana Foster tapped her foot as she waited for the last of her designs to be announced. She was the third of five boutique designers sharing a runway at an independent show, and had done her best to get noticed. Some simple and elegant, some ornate and decadent, all designed to emphasise a model's femininity.<br><br>She had cheated somewhat with the number of models, designing her own gown as well, a dramatic red satin dress with a mermaid skirt and a corset (http://www.iberianblackarts.com/stephanedoor.jpg). But no-one who saw the fair-skinned slender young designer wearing it seemed to be complaining.<br><br>Finally, the announcer introduced her, and she swept out onto the stage. Cameras flashed as fashion students, up-and-coming designers and some junior members of the fashion press turned their attention to her. Her full red lips rose in a smile and she glanced over them with one dark eye, the other covered by a wave of her dark hair.<br><br>As the next designer's show started, she opened the champagne for her models and assistants, and glanced at the door to see if anyone wanted to talk...
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tia</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 03:58:34</strong>
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				<sup>Models with impassive expressions made up for the wardrobe they wore. Each outfit had a certain emotion, but one or two of the many qualities were that it caught your attention above many others. How many women and men have gone up and down this runway for the sake of fashion? How many matching (<em>or mismatched</em>) outfits had he seen this evening? Quite a lot...But none of them were casual, as he was very observant. Hell, even the footwear they wore was fancy compared to his Dr. Scholls. Unfortunately, the design of his footwear mattered little to him. But the way he dressed—that was all he really cared about. He had been told by several of his friends and co-workers that he was lacking that professional 'air,' which was not particularly a good thing when you yourself was a popular artist.<br><br>Like some uncertified cursory inspector, he raked his eyes over the last bit of the runway show. He figured that it was over for the evening, as some people removed themselves from their seats and left, while others idled about. Well, the first half was over, not the entire thing. Hm, now what should <em>he</em> do? <em>Well, I did find some of the clothes interesting</em>, he thought, blinking behind a curtain of dirty blond hair. Perhaps he should go meet this <em>Diana Foster</em>; to compliment her work and ask for her opinions, if she had any at all.<br><br>Getting up from his seat, he made his way to the back stage, his hazel eyes catching details he had not bothered noticing earlier. People were swarming behind the scenes, so it was difficult to navigate his way throughout the building. He came to a door with a plate on it. It said 'Diana Foster' on it, so he entered, not quite expecting to be noticed so suddenly. <em>It is as if she was expecting someone in the first place</em>, he thought while locking his acute eyes to hers. He offered her a gracious, charming smile, but he did not approach. Not yet. He waited for the crowd around her to thin out; part their ways before he could make himself known. That did not take too long. He fluently walked up to her, not quite taking in all that was her. Not yet, at least.<br><br>"<strong>Bonjour, Dame de la soirée</strong>," he said, using his gentlemanly charms to steal and maintain her attention. "<strong>You have exceptional tastes, my dear</strong>." He looked her over, his smile growing even wider. "<strong>Even behind the scenes.</strong>"</sup>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 04:25:38</strong>
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				"Trés gallant," she replied with a trace of a smile, her moneyed London accent slipping to suggest that she had studied French in its native land or at least from native speakers. "And always a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates some of my tastes, at least..."<br><br>She took a moment to look him up and down, appraisingly. A slim build, quite small in all ways, a young face... rather casual attire for the evening, as well. Probably a student. Still, he was a pretty thing, and if he was not about to shower her in orders he could at least favour her with a smile. <br><br>"But you have me at a disadvantage - my name is on the door, and you are quite anonymous. To whom might I be speaking?" She offered him a flute of champagne, almost at arm's reach, as a temptation to come closer and let her look at him more closely as he replied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tia</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 08:35:26</strong>
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				<sup>"<em>Trés gallant</em>," said she, rewarding him with a smile. Her lips formed the shape of a plump crescent, the color alone reminding him of virgins' blood. Skylark definitely recognized her smooth-as-honey dialect. She seemed to have this wind chime affect, pleasantly ringing within his ears. It was a tone of a full-fledged women, but he could admire from afar, could he not? "<em>And always a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates some of my tastes, at least</em>," she trailed off, her mind preoccupied by her acquaintance. While she observed him, Skylark did the same, quite occupied by the obnoxious red of her satin dress. It fit her form snugly, revealing her <em>curse of curves</em>. And the contrast between her skin and her hair added such a nice, alluring touch...Said designer could be her own model, if that was at all possible.<br><br>"<em>But you have me at a disadvantage—my name is on the door, and you are quite anonymous. To whom might I be speaking?</em>" The temptress had moved, now offered him a glass of champagne. He took his time accepting the drink and sipping at it from time to time, thinking. His sharp, cat-like eyes never left her icy gaze unattended. "<strong>Your work is more inclined towards the feminine assemblage</strong>," he said. "<strong>But even I, as a man—my interest has been piqued.</strong>" Getting straight to the point...What was there to say? This eagerness was overwhelming for some unexplainable reason. "<strong>And this anonymous, most <em>recent</em> admirer is called Skylark, ma dame.</strong>" The slow, deliberate motion of his eyes resembled that of a debauchee...but he had his morals in check. "<strong><em>Mon plaisir</em>.</strong>"</sup>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 01:17:26</strong>
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				"Skylark? A pretty name, indeed." She sipped from her own glass, watching him drink cautiously from his. "A bird of sweet voice." She smiled to herself as she considered something to add, then decided to hold that thought for the moment. <br><br>"I confess, I design more for my own amusement than for practicality, and few men would entertain half of what we gladly don." She rested a slender, manicured hand on her constricted waist. "Although there are some few. But tell me, what piques your interest? Besides our quite intended visual appeal..." She raised a thin black eyebrow and her red lips smiled coyly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tia</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 23:09:55</strong>
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				<sup>"<em>Skylark? A pretty name, indeed,</em>" she said. 'Pretty'? 'Pretty' was a word that put masculinity to shame. Oh, he was starting to feel the effects, but dared not shun her for it. <em>Foolishness</em>, he thought. "<em>A bird of sweet voice.</em>" She spoke of masquerading, he knew, or perhaps he was in denial. Ah, where had his ego gone? As <em>if</em> he <em>had</em> one in the first place.<br><br>"<em>I confess, I design more for my own amusement than for practicality, and few men would entertain half of what we gladly don.</em>" He could not agree more. Women nowadays were not half as respected and revered as they were in the past. Men craved for a fair maiden's touch...and that included taking whatever garbs she wore and pushing them aside. "<em>Although there are some few. But tell me, what piques your interest? Besides our quite intended visual appeal,</em>" said the maroon cloaked fox. There was a dash of sensuality in her art, he had to give her that.<br><br>"<strong>The process of fabrication</strong>," he discreetly replied, his long lashes fluttering. "<strong>I do not know exactly <span class="bbc_u">how</span> you produce such works of art, but I like to dissect them; back to the basics of the basics...I guess you could say, I like the challenge?</strong>" <em>Is that not odd of me?</em> "<strong>Your work is more...complex amongst many others.</strong>"</sup>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 00:33:41</strong>
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				"A designer?" she asked, her eyebrow arching as she looked him over again. "You're very much in disguise tonight, then. But don't worry, I do not mind. After all, I'm hardly giving away secrets, all my methods are quite tried and tested." She ran her hand over the bow detailing the bust line of her corset, then smirked. "Still, if you want to dissect one, you had better buy it first. Or at least get the girl wearing it drunk."<br><br>She paused as the door opened behind him. One of the other designers, a thin shaven-headed man wearing all black apart from a red plaid front to his satin waistcoat and his five gold earrings, beckoned to the short-haired model wearing Diana's black cocktail dress. She nodded and turned her back to the girl beside her, indicating for her to undo it.<br><br>"Failing that, you can always get them to take it off by offering them something else to have their picture taken in," Diana smirked. "But you should run along, Celia here is about to be quite naked for a moment." She paused. "In fact, I shall join you. Martin's designs tend to need the room."
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 00:37:58</strong>
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				<sup>"<em>A designer?</em>" she asked, looking him over. Skylark stared at her face with cherished, equanimous eyes. "<em>You're very much in disguise tonight, then. But don't worry, I do not mind. After all, I'm hardly giving away secrets, all my methods are quite tried and tested.</em>" Something about the unknown seemed to draw attention, living off of it...Skylark was not so esurient for recognition, but being bathed in her attentions was more satisfactory for some reason. <em>Being locked up in your villa day and night does that to you,</em> Skylark mentally hypothesized. "<em>Still, if you want to dissect one, you had better buy it first. Or at least get the girl wearing it drunk.</em>" He smiled endearingly, despite her overripe comment.<br><br>The door behind him silently swung open. Skylark turned around to look at the adorned models. It was not hard to notice what their outfits specifically specified; the men were geishas of some foreign country he had yet to discover, or even hear about. Internally, he found their wardrobe somewhat disconcerting. How could any good-sensed man do <em>this</em>, even if it was for the sake of fashion? It just seemed impermissible to even attempt, but that did not stop Diana at all. Although, he thought they were pretty...<em>Pretty gender-confused.</em><br><br>"<em>Failing that, you can always get them to take it off by offering them something else to have their picture taken in,</em>" Diana said with a cryptic smirk. "<em>But you should run along, Celia here is about to be quite naked for a moment...In fact, I shall join you. Martin's designs tend to need the room,</em>" she said. Skylark lingered for a moment before turning tail and exiting the area. His leisure stroll to the outside world was faster than usual. The nippy winter air prickled his skin, but his state of mind left him feeling numb. Removing a single cigarette from his pocket, he lit it, and inhaled.<br><br>Standing by the entrance, he awaited for Diana's presence, feeling guilty for having such biased thoughts about the designer's most recent apparel. However, through a haze of smoke, he could recall one of Macbeth's more memorable 'outbursts': <em>The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more...</em></sup>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 02:48:35</strong>
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				"Ah. A smoker. Of course. So much more flattering to the figure than comfort eating. Although one can always binge and purge." She smiled, catlike, as she stepped up by him, nimbly taking the cigarette from him and taking a quick but deep draw. She handed it back, marked with her crimson lipstick.<br><br>"So, what in particular intrigues you about my impracticalities? The shape they give us? The way they make us move? How they feel?" Her smile widened. "I know you want to see what goes on inside one. I imagine, given the right impetus, I could be very informative on the subject..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tia</strong> on <strong>30-11-2008, 06:12:37</strong>
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				<sup>"<em>Ah. A smoker. Of course. So much more flattering to the figure than comfort eating. Although one can always binge and purge.</em>" The unmistakable voice of a woman soothed his guilt to a halt. Looking at her with a glazed, stupefied stare, he finished off the stub of tobacco. Throwing it onto the ground and stepping on the remains, Skylark reclaimed his wits. Diana's brazen mannerisms made their conversations all the more enthralling and memorable. It was a requirement to be sharp at mind, and at heart.<br><br>"<em>So, what in particular intrigues you about my impracticalities? The shape they give us? The way they make us move? How they feel?</em>" It was his turn to smile. With a solemn nod as confirmation, he was taken aback by her sudden, err...proposition. "<em>I know you want to see what goes on inside one. I imagine, given the right impetus, I could be very informative on the subject.</em>"<br><br>"<strong>Whoa, whoa, whoa...Hold it, <span class="bbc_u">maîtresse</span></strong>," he exclaimed, appearing to be pleasantly occupied. "<strong>Il n'est pas agréable à assumer.</strong>" For some reason, something told him that Diana would not leave that assumption without a more substantial, understandable reply. So...he might as well appease her a bit; string her along to uncover as much information as possible. Nothing wrong with being a <em>little</em> conniving, right? "<strong>Oh, really now?</strong>" he softly inquired, voice bold and true, perhaps even a bit flirtatious. "<strong>Tell me, then; with my being a male and all, I lack some of the qualities you seem to possess. So, how in the world would I be able to wear anything similar to your wardrobe, without looking remotely preposterous?</strong>"</sup>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-12-2008, 01:45:10</strong>
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				"Well now, I hadn't suggested such a thing." She smirked, then looked at him appraisingly. "I only thought you wanted to get in my pants in one sense. But, now that you mention it... a slender frame like yours would rather suit one of my creations."<br><br>Her smile grew wicked. She had been thinking of suggesting it, but he'd beaten her to it. This suggested he'd be amenable to the notion...<br><br>"A man can wear a skirt, but not even Gaultier can make that work in the real world. Easier by far to make you pass... We would have to pad here and there... tighten around the waist... there'd be shaving involved..." She smirked again. "But if you really want to know how we make this work, walk a mile in my shoes." She pushed at the front of her floor-length skirt to let the pointed toes of her high heels show. "Do you dare, pretty bird?"
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				Post by: <strong>Tia</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 02:58:01</strong>
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				<sup>"<em>Well now, I hadn't suggested such a thing</em>," she said with a smirk. Instantly, Skylark knew he interpreted something wrong. "<em>I only thought you wanted to get in my pants in one sense. But, now that you mention it...a slender frame like yours would rather suit one of my creations.</em>" His jaw hung open incredulously. Had he been too flirtatious, or did Diana have a deplorable past with the opposite gender? Could it be possible she met a man so detestable, she proclaimed all men to be sexual deviants? Skylark thought she was being inauspicious and sly, just to make him feel outwitted. Oh, but what was this? Skylark was a bit judgmental and foxy too. All the women he had bedded with were different, but they all had something in comparison—<br><br>"<strong>I never thought of you to be the conceited type...I could be wrong.</strong>" Despite his comment, his voice was void of any animosity. And as soon as he mentioned his little outlook on women, he let it fade away.<br><br>"<em>A man can wear a skirt, but not even Gaultier can make that work in the real world.</em>" He assumed she was talking about Jean-Paul Gaultier, whom was a French fashion designer and past television presenter, or something along those lines. Gaultier had designed numerous costumes and outfits for the infamous rock star antichrist, Marilyn Manson. The more he thought of Gaultier, the more he recalled: "<em>He is also well-known for his exhibit in New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art known as Bravehearts: Men in Skirts.</em>" Whether Skylark had read that in an biography of the man, or on an online fan site, did not matter. <em>Gaultier caused shock by using unconventional models for his exhibitions, like older men and full-figured women, pierced and heavily tattooed models, and by playing with traditional gender roles in the shows.</em> Yes, he definitely knew now...Maybe Diana Foster would be the next Jean-Paul Gaultier, while Skylark would be her test subject. The dirty-blond male grew pale at the thought.<br><br>"<em>Easier by far to make you pass...We would have to pad here and there...tighten around the waist...there'd be shaving involved,</em>" she said, her voice trailing off. And he was not going to think of <em>where</em> he would need to be shaved at. Skylark was not taken by the idea of becoming any more feminine than he already was. Of course he was in touch with his feminine side...but going so far as to dress up in skirts and dresses? <em>I don't think so.</em> Even so, he could not deny the temptation of curiosity. Skylark looked down to see the tips of her footwear. There was no doubt in his mind that high heels were painful. "<em>But if you really want to know how we make this work, walk a mile in my shoes.</em>" Skylark smiled. <em>Point taken.</em> "<em>Do you dare, pretty bird?</em>" How could he say no now, of all times? He had wondered and wondered, but society's morals were restraining him. <em>Oh</em>, he thought. <em>What the hell? As long as its in private, I won't complain.</em> All of her goading had done the trick, but he would not go down without saying something first. He had to be a smart-ass at this time; he just <em>had</em> to be.<br><br>"<strong>You women are all alike. Vipers at the communion table; vipers in bed.</strong>" Again, his voice was bleak, but there was a tinge of caution in his tone. Remaining silent for a long moment, he spoke up, "<strong>Lead the way.</strong>"</sup>
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				Title: <strong>Re: What To Wear (Beatrice Black and Tia)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 01:31:11</strong>
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				She grinned at his shocked response to her suggestion, seemingly doing her best to make it still seductive rather than overly amused.<br><br>"I always thought the hooded cobra was more my style," Diana replied with a wicked smile as she turned to step away. "Now, do you wish to be hidden away in a cocoon and emerge entirely transformed... or can anyone watch?" She smirked as she opened the stage door, pointing for him to exit as she kissed one of her models on the cheek and placed a hand on another's arm to say her goodbyes. <br><br>"I don't have all the required supplies here, since all my models happen to have been born girls for this show, so we would have to go back to my lair either way..." She opened a gleaming satin clutch and withdrew a car key, pressing a button to be greeted by the bleeps of a lock opening. <br><br>"What do you say, shy Skylark? Would you rather be my secret project? Only unveiled to the world when your transformation is complete?"<br><br>She opened the passenger door of her Audi and gestured to the seat.
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