Metamorphosis (Beatrice Black and xiaomei)
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				Title: <strong>Metamorphosis (Beatrice Black and xiaomei)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>01-11-2010, 21:57:35</strong>
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				Christopher Roberts stepped into the museum's new exhibit and glanced around at the glass cases displaying books from throughout history, from illuminated manuscripts to early uses of the printing press to noted local publishers' most modern releases and a section showing how the exhibit program was produced by computer. <br><br>One of the cases reflected him as he passed under an overhead light. He patted his short fair hair down, pushed his glasses back up his nose to frame his green eyes and adjusted the collar of his sweatshirt. His smallish frame made him look more like a freshman than a graduate student, and he frowned slightly at the thought. <br><br>He carried on further in, passing a door to another exhibit of clothing and textiles from history without a second glance.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>19-12-2010, 04:26:18</strong>
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				Christopher passed through the exhibit fairly quickly until he got to the more extravagant clothing of the aristocracy, especially the ladies. The complexity and impracticality of it all was staggering, and... the beauty... <br><br>He could not help but gaze in wonder at the robe a la l'anglaise. So sumptuous, so feminine. He wished see it worn by a woman beautiful enough to deserve it... that he could touch it, that he could...<br><br>He looked away after a protracted moment, stepping back, briefly catching a glimpse of his reflection in the glass at about the level of the faceless head of the mannequin. Like it bore his face for a fleeting moment.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>02-01-2011, 02:49:07</strong>
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				Chris blinked and turned in surprise at being addressed, shaken out of the moment. He had to think for a moment about the tall man's question, startled as he was to be asked anything. "Ah, yes... yes, it is." He glanced back at the extravagant dress. "But I bet they looked... amazing."<br><br>He started to step away, wanting to see what else the exhibition held, his curiosity about the subject strengthened by this first gorgeous gown. He wondered what else women were ready to put up with to look beautiful. And he idly wondered how beautiful some women he knew would look if they tried these on.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>05-01-2011, 02:38:54</strong>
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				Chris looked surprised again as the stranger reappeared nearby as he stopped at another display case, his eye drawn to the details of this next dress. It was simpler and less stunning than the formal gown, but he could still imagine the girl he was picturing would look beautiful wearing it. <br><br><em>Am I staring?</em> he thought as the man continued, so he looked away from the dress towards the tall figure. <br><br>"Well, ah, I suppose. To an extent. There's certainly one girl I know who'd look great in this... uh, but she's beautiful in anything," he added, not wanting to sound too focused on the image. He stopped there, not wanting to overstate any more than he already had.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 01:09:59</strong>
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				Chris could not help but look as the man gestured, following the path of his hand to the detailed needlework around the neckline of the gown, then looked back to him curiously. "You, ah, sound like an expert." The man certainly had the speech patterns of an academic, and a professor's willingness to show off what he knew.<br><br>The thought of seeing a girl he knew, Amanda or Kirsten, dressing like this did give him an undeniable little thrill.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 05:28:39</strong>
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				"Really?" Chris was certainly curious. "Well, I'd be honoured... and it would good for a project to see some of these items up close. It's a pity you can't show them generally," he added, not wanting to sound too keen. After all, a stranger was... possibly flirting with him?... in the middle of a museum.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 05:59:37</strong>
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				Chris took it after a moment's consideration. "Chris...topher." The man's grip was strong, so he tried to match it, and did not quite succeed. "Well, ah, I have a study group this evening, but... or some other day that's better for you," he added, making sure that he mentioned something he was doing in a few hours.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 06:13:04</strong>
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				"Oh, well, I could give you my number, if you have a landline?" Chris suggested. "Or we could arrange to meet some time... it depends how long it would take to get a good look, I guess... and I know this girl on my course who'd love to see it too..." he added, hoping to be subtle in hs indication that he was straight...
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 01:42:11</strong>
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				Chris considered this for a moment. "Well, um, if it isn't... putting you out..." He was genuinely curious, but equally reluctant to go somewhere with a stranger with no-one knowing where he was going. "I could... give her a call...?"
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 12:44:12</strong>
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				Chris paused as the words sunk in, then nodded slowly. "Yes... of course, she's busy, no point bringing her around until I know what I have to show her." He smiled, relaxing. "Of course I bet it'll be really exciting." He looked at his watch. "Well, I have a few hours, if you're available. Can't wait to see it." He took another look back at the beautiful green dress. If his new friend had something even half as nice, if he got to touch it and take his own photos then it would totally be worth the trip.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 21:08:41</strong>
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				Chris smiled and nodded eagerly, starting towards the exit as Frederic gestured towards it. "Let's go. Is it far? I came by bus..." Suddenly he had a hundred questions. "Can I take photographs? I suppose of the reproductions is fine, but the originals might need special low lighting..." He slowed, not wanting to push too far and annoy his benefactor. "Sorry... just enthusiastic..."
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:34:11</strong>
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				Chris looked at the court gowns as they passed, fascinated again by their impractical beauty, even more so than the dresses he had seen before. "Wow... hard to imagine anyone being wanting to wear these. Although they look just amazing..." <br><br>The Directoire dresses were pretty as well, but seemed much more sensible after the displays from earlier periods. <br><br>He said a "thank you" at the offer to take pictures, smiled at the mention of a car, and smiled again, with embarrassment, at being told about his enthusiasm being 'lovely'. "Well, social history's a major interest of mine... that and women in pretty dresses." He laughed. 
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>16-01-2011, 07:09:31</strong>
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				"Oh, absolutely, they deserve to be on display. But look at the crowd back there... people love to see beautiful things. I know I do..." <br><br>Chris was already fantasising about seeing beautiful women wear such extravagant and flattering dresses, and he doubted he was alone in that either. The image of Kirsten... or Amanda... or some other girl he couldn't quite picture... dressed in robes de la francaise, skirts swishing as they walked, bosoms heaving as he slid his hands down the sides of her corseted waist... The image was stronger than the usually managed when fantasising.<br><br>Picking up a leaflet about the exhibition on the way out, he had to hurry a little to keep up with Frederic's long, confident stride, leaving the museum and heading for the car park.
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				Post by: <strong>Beatrice Black</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 01:54:36</strong>
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				"I hope so... I certainly want to see them up close," Chris said idly as he went to get into the saloon's passenger seat, easing into the leather seat. "Thank you for this," he said with a smile as he fastened the seatbelt, without thinking about what he was doing, only looking forward to what he had been offered. The seatbelt pulled secure and suitably tight across his chest.
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