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The Astounding Adventures of Terri Cornelia Lee - Part 5 "Fashionable" (Flashback)

Posted on Thu Jun 29th, 2017 @ 1:16am by Captain Oliver Lee PhD

Mission: Episode 4 - Truth, Justice, and the Federation Way
Location: Earth
Timeline: 2418, In A Future That Was

[Previously in The Astounding Adventures of Terri Cornelia Lee - Part 1 "Crackers and A Date"]

. . . . . .

With the help of some water, Terri finally banished all the crackers from her mouth into her stomach. She really appreciated the twins leaving the room to her and Gustave. They were always so understanding, just like their mother. Why couldn't their brother be more like them? May he was just playing hard to get. Do boys play hard to get? She wouldn't know.

"So, uh, some of my friends and I are going to bowling this weekend." She said, acting as nonchalantly as she could, "You wanna come?"

Gustave thought for a moment. His shore-leave didn't end until Wednesday, so he could probably go. "Yeah, sure," he replied, "Sounds like fun. When and where?"

A smile broke onto Terri's face. "This Saturday evening. There's this very nice place over in Ontario. I'll send you the details later. So, uh, do you want to meet up at my place first and head there together?"

Gustave thought that request was a bit odd, but he didn't see a problem with it. "Okay," he replied, "Around, let's say, 5 o'clock?"

"Perfect!" Terri grinned. Sure it was odd that she had to ask him to pick her up, something he should have offered to do on his own, but a date was a date, and she had no complaint.

. . . . . .

::Saturday, Terri's Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City::

Terri blinked several times at her own reflection in the mirror.

"Uh, guys, I don't think pink is my color." Awkwardly she turned herself around to face Marion and Meg. "And how am I supposed to walk in these?" She asked, looking down at the pair of high heeled platform shoes and then back up at the twins. "Come on, what's wrong with what I normally wear?"

Meg's eyes were shining as she replied, "Oh Terri, you look absolutely adorable! And you can't just wear whatever you normally wear because it's not nice enough! This is a DATE! You have to dress to impress!"

Marion nodded, then went back to looking through the jewelry box she had brought for something that would match.

Now, "adorable" was not a word people would usually use to describe Terri, at least not in front of her. In fact, the last person who called her "adorable" to her face ended up with a broken nose and a few nasty bruises. "Adorable" just sounded too, well, girlie to her. Terri Cornelia Lee was a strong and mature woman, and she had no time for all that silly and girlie stuff.

But this time, it was a little different. She was going on a date . . . OK, technically she was just going to hang out with some of her friends and coworkers, but Gustave was coming along, and he even offered to pick her up from her place . . . OK, technically she asked him to pick her up from her place, but those were minor and inconsequential details, what's important was that she was going on a date with Gustave, and maybe being "adorable" was just what was expected of her. She wouldn't know really. After all this was her first real date.

Of course, many guys had asked her out over the years, but she had no time for losers. In fact, the last one was so pathetic that, instead of just asking her out, the guy tricked her into thinking they were going on a friendly trip to the annual all-you-could-eat event at the Big Belly Burger headquarters on Chiron III. Not only did he take advantage of her love of the heavenly burgers at BBB, he lied to her face. Needless to say, when she found out what his true intentions were, she promptly taught the loser a lesson in honesty that he would not soon forget.

But what if Gustave liked girlie girls?

Nope, there was no way she was wearing pink. Not even for Gustave.

But what if Gustave really liked girlie girls?

Arrg, guys were so stupid.

Grumbling under her breath, Terri looked at Meg and then Marion. "But why does it have to be pink?"

"Because it's so cute!" Meg squealed. "I got this dress for a party a couple years back and there was this guy and he was super hawt so I really wanted to impress him, and he loved it! Trust me, it's perfect! We could even hem the skirt up a little more to show off those long legs!" Meg looked at Marion and they shared a grin before Marion went to get the sewing kit she had brought with her. Meg sighed happily as she looked at Terri with a broad smile, "I just love this dress, don't you?"

"Uh . . ." Terri hesitated for a second. The truth was, she hated pink, and she hated skirts. If it were anyone else, she would have told them to their face, but it's the twins, and they seemed to really like it. "I . . . guess. I just don't think it's, well, I just don't think it's me."

Meg's face fell. "Oh." She looked dejected, and then said, "Well, I guess you don't have to wear it . . ." She sighed, then looked at Terri with the scrutinizing eye of an artist in concentration. She went back to her suitcase and ruffled through, eventually pulling out a few choice articles of clothing and throwing them over the back of a chair.

"Let's try this instead." Meg said, glancing to the door as Marion came in with the sewing equipment. "You can wear these, they're probably a bit more 'you'." Marion nodded in agreement and grabbed a hanger before going to help Terri out of her dress.

Some moments later Terri was back in front of the mirror. This time it was a gorgeous slimming outfit, consisting of a pair of black skinny jeans and a white, lacy, form fitting tank top. On her feet were a pair of silver pumps, and she wore a pretty silver necklace to top it all off.

Meg and Marion smiled in approval. "It's perfect," they said in almost freaky unison. Meg continued, "You look sexy." Marion was still grinning when she walked up to Terri and handed her the silver purse that perfectly complemented the whole ensemble.

Terri stood in front of the mirror, unsure what to make of her new outfit. "Smart", "athletic", "tough", that's how she had always seen herself, but "sexy", that was a word better suited to girls like Lela, her Academy roommate and long time professional rival, who was always in sync with the latest fashion trends and who knew exactly how to dress to impress. She, on the other hand, didn't usually give much thought to what she wore outside of work. If it fit her, it was good enough.

Besides, unlike Lela, she didn't have the curves to be "sexy". Not that she envied the Bajoran. No, not at all. She was fully confident of herself and her body. Why would she be envious of Lela's voluptuous curves that everyone at work seemed to love so much? Curves were so lame and stupid; only lame and stupid people would want curves. Nope, she didn't envy Lela's curves at all. She didn't care for her curves. She didn't need her curves. She didn't want her curves. Ahh, all she could think about now was Lela's curves! Screw you, Lela's curves!

But what if Gustave liked curvy girls?

Then screw him, too!

But what if Gustave really liked curvy girls?

Then . . . then she would beat the crap out of him. Yep, she would beat the crap out of Gustave if he really liked curvy girls.

Meg and Marion were just staring at her, waiting for a response. Meg tried waving a hand in front of her face to see if that would elicit a response. She whispered to Marion, "I think she's too stunned to speak . . . or something." She spoke up, trying to break Terri's creepy trance, "So, how do you like it?"

With that, Terri was thrust out of her own little thought bubbles.

"Like what?" She asked, looking at the twins as if their question had just come out of the left field.

Meg and Marion had identical 'duh' faces on as they said in unison, "Your outfit."

"Oh, uhh . . ." Terri looked backed at the mirror. "It's nice . . . and tight. Why is it so tight?" She asked, stretching her legs.

Meg rolled her eyes as she said, "Because that's what's in fashion," and then added under her breath, "Not that you would know, or anything."

Marion shook her head and went up to Terri. "But besides that, it makes you look incredible. Also, you don't have time to change again, because it's 4:45, and Gustave is picking you up at 5." Meg smirked at that and 'slyly' disguised her laugh as a cough.

"What?!" Terri's eyes widened, and immediately she turned and rushed toward the bedroom door. "I still haven't done my . . ." Before she could finish her sentence, she stumbled on her high platform shoes and plummeted face-first onto the polished hardwood floor.


"Terri!" The twins yelled, rushing to help her up, "Are you okay?"

Terri sprang back up from the floor like a Tellarian leaping squirrel and reassured the twins as she continued to make her way to the door. "Don't worry. I'm O . . ." Another stumble, and her face quickly and painfully re-aquainted itself with the floor.


Meg sighed, helping Terri up from the floor, more slowly this time. She shook her head as she said, "Alright, alright. You can wear the sandals."

[To be continued in Part 6 . . . . . .]

Lieutenant JG Terri C. Lee
Researcher, Starfleet R&D
(NPC - Oliver)
Lieutenant JG Meg Dolarian
Engineer, USS Discovery
(NPC - Theo)
Lieutenant Marion Dolarian
Doctor, USS Challenger
(NPC - Theo)


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