New York


Two network representatives met our flight. Mark went off to talk to important people about the show, we were taken on a shopping trip.

Jane Something explained in the car that she had directions to take us out and get a dozen complete outfits for Electra.

“What about Conrad?” Electra asked.

“I, uh, I have no instructions for Conrad,” Jane explained. “You need clothes to wear on the show. One for tomorrow, and the rest for your segment.”

Electra looked worried. “It’s cool,” I said. “Means they won’t be having me on camera. You’re the one that belongs on screen.”

“But I thought…” Electra protested.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “And really, Jane’s got marching orders, so we’ll cooperate.”

Twin has some stores that sell some things for sylphs. Pet stores have cages and carriers, department stores often have some clothes and carriers. There are stores in Boise that have a LOT of sylph clothes, usually smaller versions of the human stuff they carry, so people can dress their sylphs to match what they’re wearing.

Jane took us to boutiques that sold NOTHING but sylph clothes and shoes and jewelry. One store even had only female sylph things.

I let Electra and Jane figure out what to buy. I know nothing about TV or fashion and I know I don’t know anything.

Jane did make a point of showing me the complete coordinated out fits. I guess I could make sure Electra didn’t confuse top and skirt or shoes and pants and look silly on the show.

We had dinner in the hotel, then Jane left us with a warning about an early wake-up call to get ready for the show.

I carried an exhausted sylph into the elevator and pressed the button for our floor. She flopped across my hand. “OOooooooh, I need a long bath.”

“Uh… Yeah.”

“What? What’s wrong? Is there no bath? Why isn’t there a bath? Does New York tax sylph baths? WHAT!? WHAT!?!”

“No, no,” I assured her. “You’ll get a bath. I just have to figure out how to do this.”

“Isn’t one tap warm and one tap cold, even in New York?”

“Yes, I think,” I snarled. The door opened and I walked to our room. “I just didn’t bring a privacy box.”

“Oh,” she said quietly. She sat and mused while I put the bag of purchases in my suitcase, holding out the dress chosen for her appearance tomorrow.

“Conrad, take me into the bathroom,” she said.

“Okay.” I grabbed her footsie pajamas and went. I was thinking that we could tie a piece of floss to the faucet, I could run the water and leave, she could undress and climb in and out and dress for bed…

I put her down on the counter and ran the bathwater. It took almost no time to fill it to her usual depth. “Okay, I’ll be-“

“Conrad.” I turned to see that she was naked, holding her clothes. “Hand?” she asked. I offered it and she put her dirty clothes in it. I put those in my pocket.

She walked to the sink, sat on the edge and slid into the water.

“Ooooooooh, that feels good,” she purred. “Is there soap?” She wasn’t acting, I dunno, seductive with her nudity. Just matter-of-fact.

“Yeah,” I said. I scratched a few flakes off with my thumbnail and offered those to her on my palm. I could be matter-of-fact with a beautiful naked woman. Sure.



-----
Index

60. Airlines

62. Get Up America (N)