A little dinner, then it`s time to go

You rise up on your six-inch ruby red high heels. Putting your left foot forward first, you start to do a sexy little walk past a couple of adjacent tables. A few male restaurant patrons take notice. They each wish they had a girlfriend or wife as hot-looking as you. After allowing the waitress to get a good look at the front, you turn to show off the back of your dress.

"Wow, you look great," the waitress says with genuine admiration in her tone. "Wish I looked that good in a dress like that." Moving her head close to your ear, she whispers, "Some of these guys look like they wouldn�t mind taking that dress off of you."

Upon hearing that, a shiver runs through you. Have you ever felt more self-conscious than this?

You sit back down at the table next to Valerie, careful to adjust the skirt of your dress so as not to advertise the fact that you are panty-less. Valerie leans over and smiles. "Maria, you may be the most graceful and beautiful doll I`ve ever had. I truly will enjoy my time with you."

"Thank you, Mistr . . . thank you, Valerie," you reply, remembering not to talk to her like a submissive sissy while in public. You realize that the restaurant is a bit cool, and you try to warm yourself up by rubbing your arms gently.

"Cold, Maria?" Valerie asks.

"I`ll be fine," you reply. A thought occurs to you, and you lean closer to Valerie. "Am I able to eat?" you ask her.

A puzzled look comes over Valerie`s face. "Why, yes," she answers. "How could you not know that? When you were built, you should`ve automatically been programmed with that knowledge."

You wonder if you should tell Valerie about how you used to be an ordinary human and a male. Something tells you this might not be the best time to reveal that information, so instead you say, "Perhaps it was a mistake they made."

"Maybe," Valerie agrees.

You and Valerie look over the menu and order your food. She orders chicken parmesan for both of you. After eating about half of your meal, you are ready for a "to go" box. Valerie pays the bill, leaves a generous tip, and then tells you it is time to leave. "You will start to feel yourself winding down soon, so we have to get out of here," she explains.

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