"Women in Wigs" Project

Mrs. Vicky Anderson

It was my first year as assistant principal and I was assigned the menial tasks that no
one else wanted to to. I was enjoying my first few months on the job and things were going
smooth, but no College course preprared me for what was to happen this cool fall afternoon.

I had to track down our Curriculum Director, Mrs. Vicky Anderson, and get all the
information concerning the changes in the school districts curriculum for the following
year. I had to have the information by the weekend for us to send it to the state capitol.
Mrs. Anderson was a veteran in these matters. She was like a computer when it came to
dealing with bureauacy. The problem with Mrs. Anderson was that she was tough to "nail
down". Always busy, always moving. Usually doing two things at once. I was given the task
to get the information "or else".

I was meeting with her after school in her office at 3:30 PM. Mrs. Anderson is in her
late 40's. Blonde page boy hair, very slim figure, and she was very attractive. I found
out later that Mrs. Anderson is a part time "Jazzercise" instructor after hours. She said
it relieves the stress. So you can imagine what kind of figure she has.

Mrs. Anderson invited me into her office after an irate parent left. She told me to close
the office door behind her, introduced herself and I did the same. Mrs. Anderson knew what
I was there for and mentioned this will take some time, and she asked me if I minded if
she could get "comfortable". I said no, go right ahead. With that, I could see her kicking
off her high heels and in the same motion, reached up to her hair and pulled her beautiful
blonde hair off. Her page boy hair was a wig! She had a wig cap on over her dark natural
hair. "You should have to wear high heels and I have been in this wig too long already,
since 7 this morning, but it beats doing my own hair." She sat there very calmly like
nothing happened, with her beautiful wig sittting on her desk, wearing a nylon wig cap on
her head covering her matted gray hair.

I was flabbergasted. This very attractive woman pulls her wig off in front of me and gets
down to business. I had to regroup. What was going to happen next?

As we were continuing our meeting, she explained to me that it was her 25th wedding
anniversary and her husband was picking her up in a few hours, and she told me that she
had to get herself ready for the big evening he had planned. We could finish our meeting
but that I would have to "put up" with her getting ready.

Under her desk her hands were adjusting something under her dress. She was peeling off
her pantyhose. Next she started to pull off her dress. She said, "Don't panic, I have a
long slip underneath." Her shiny tight white slip showed off everyone of her curves. She
then slipped into a pair of pink fuzzy slippers, pulled a make up lighted mirror from
under her deskp and put it on top of her desk.

The meeting continued as she started to apply bright pink polish to her toe nails. As her
toe's dried, Mrs. Anderson started to re do her face makeup. Going through her makeup kit,
she realized she forgot her false eyelashes. "Come on" she said, "We have to go to the
drug store for some eyelashes. My husband just loves me in fake lashes". She put her rain
coat on over her slip, walking out she almost forgot her wig. She grabbed the wig from her
desk and quickly put it on. "Is my wig on straight" she asked. She told me to drive and to
let her off in front of the drug store. She was a real sight to see. She was still wearing
her fuzzy pink slippers into the store.

After getting back to her office, she removed her wig once again as soon as she sat down
and began to apply her fake lashes with the rest of her makeup. She had no qualms of
putting a new pair of pantyhose on in front of me. I was amazed on how much we were
accomplishing in our meeting and Vicky re doing her makeup.

"I'm glad you are here" she said. "You now have to help me get into my dress." She then
pulled out a beautiful blue sequined evening gown. "I hope I can still fit into it. I
haven't worn it for a few years now and I did put on some weight". She was squeezing
herself into this sheath like a hand into a rubber glove. The dress left nothing to the
imagination it was so tight. She finaly squeezed into it and aske me to zipper her up in
the back. I was using all of my strength to zipper her into this skin tight gown and
finally made it. She slipped into a pair of matching blue high heels, put a pair of gold
earrings on and then stood back from me and said, "how do I look?" I had to laugh because
she did'nt have her wig on. I said "you look cute, hairless, but cute". She looked
confused, then looked into a mirror and laughed with me. She then reached into a big wig
box and pulled out a beautiful blonde coffuired wig. It was an up do wig with piled high
with elegant curls. She placed it on her head and she looked absolutely gorgeous and I
told her so.

I also told her that her husband is a very lucky man. The meeting was complete, her
husband came to pick her up and they walked out to a night of celebration.

My wife told me that night that I was extremely aggressive in bed and she liked the way I
acted. I did call Mrs. Anderson the next week and asked her where she buys her beautiful
hairpieces because I wante a few for my wife. Needless to say, I make my wife happy, and
she makes me happy.


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