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A Turnabout Party Chapter 1 You are kidding me? It was Monday. I had just finished cooking dinner and my wife had just walked in the door from work. She set her things down and just said, "You may get your wish." "My wish?" "Yes. Your wish for us to go out with you looking like a woman." You see I'm a work at home husband, doing on-line editing of technical books, papers, and the like. My wife is a high end professional woman. I can't use our real names, because you'd know who we are. Well, at least you'd know who my wife is. So, for now I'm Andy and my wife is Jackie. I'm a cross-dresser. Jackie tolerates my quirk to the point where I can dress at home, but not in front of her. So, when she leaves for work, I can become Beth. For the longest time, I've always wanted to go out again as Beth. I guess it's just to see if she could still 'pass' among other people. This is where Jackie puts her foot down. Now Beth, to me, is a real girl. She likes to dress nicely. She has taken over the spare bedroom. The closet is full of clothes and the dresser is full of pretty things. She has about two dozen pairs of shoes and a dressing table with a ton of makeup. I spend the day doing the house work and any editing that I need to do as Beth. Then just before Jackie comes home, I reluctantly change back to good old plain Andy. Jackie has seen me dressed a couple of times, when I had gotten busy with an editing project and forgotten the time. She didn't say much, one way or the other. My reaction to her comment of, 'Yes, your wish for us to go out, with you looking like a woman.' was to say the least, a shock. I just looked at her. She then asked, "Andy, did you hear me?" "Yeah," I replied, "it was just a bit of a shock." She smiled and said, "I thought it would be." "So, what's going on?" "Mr. Brenner and one of his silly parties." Mr. Brenner's the owner of the company Jackie works for. The trick is, if you wanted to advance in the company you attended his parties. For the most part they were fun. "Oh. One of those." "Yes. He's come up with another silly one." "What is it this time?" "You ever hear of a turnabout party?" "Isn't that where the girl goes as a guy and the guy as a girl?" "Yea. There's a twist to this one?" "Oh." "He picked couples like, Anthony and Cleopatra, Bonnie and Clyde, George and Martha Washington, Capone and his gun moll, and the like. Wrote them each on a piece of paper and had everyone pick." "We're going to be George and Martha, right?" "No." "Bonnie and Clyde?" "No." "So, who?" "A pimp and his prostitute." "You're kidding. They're not an important historical couple like the others." As she handed me a piece of paper she said, "Here look." The paper had just 'Pimp and prostitute' written on it. I looked at Jackie and just shook my head. "We could be going as the cave man and woman. That's what my boss got." she said with a little laugh. "That'll be cute." "Yeah. He wasn't happy and tried to trade with a lot of people. No one would trade." "Serves him right." "One last thing. The prize is something we just might want to try for." "What is it this time?" "A complete home theater." "Wow! He's outdone himself." "I thought so too." We had dinner and not much was said about the party. Then as we were cleaning up she said, "We have three weeks to put our costumes together. Think we can do it?" "Probably. But, am I going to be a low class prostitute or a high class call girl? And does it have to be from a certain era?" "The slip didn't say anything about a time frame or the quality of the prostitute. Just a pimp and prostitute." "That should help. Let me do some digging on the Internet and I'll see what I can come up with. I'll also go to a costume shop this week and see what they have." The next day I started browsing the web looking for information on pimps and prostitutes. I found some interesting things. I figured that the high class call girl might be the way to go. I also looked at various costumes and dresses on line to get some idea of what might work. Later that week I took a drive to Mr. Fun's Costume Shop. At Mr. Fun's, I got talking with one of the girls and explained what we were looking for. She knew exactly what we wanted and she first showed me a costume for Jackie. It was a dark, pin stripe suite, with wide stripes. A large, white, fur-covered hat, and a long, white, fur coat. She said that if we added a lot of gold chains and jewelry that it would add to the look. She even came up with a way to hide Jackie's ample breasts. Along with some makeup to give her a five o'clock shadow and a mustache. Then she had fun finding something for me. I looked at a number of fancy dresses. The one I fell in love with was a long, backless, low cut, slinky, red dress, with a slit on the right side that went up to the hip. A pair of matching red platform shoes with laces that ran up my calf and would make me six feet tall. She also said, that a long blond wig would look fantastic. As I was trying on the shoes, the girl commented, "You walk in those like you've done it before." "Ah ... Well ... I guess ... I guess I have." "Thought so. You're a cross-dresser aren't you?" I blushed a little and just said, "Yes." "Kind of thought so. You just know too much about women's clothes. Don't worry. We get cross-dressers in here all the time." "Honestly?" "Sure. Most don't tell us. We can usually tell by what they're looking at. They should just tell us and we'd be happy to help them." "You really don't mind?" "No. I think it's cool that a guy can show his feminine side." "Thank you." "For what?" "For understanding." She just smiled. Then said, "You know, you're going to need breasts with that dress, and you can't wear a bra." "I was thinking about that. I've got forms at home. I don't think they'll work." "Are they cheap ones or good ones?" "Cheap." "We carry some forms that can be attached and can be worn braless. You can apply makeup around the edges and if it's done right you can't tell they're forms." "I've read about those." "Would you like to take a look." "Couldn't hurt." This girl seemed to be having fun finding things for me. She was back in a few minutes with a number of boxes and she said, "They come in different sizes and skin tones. So, we need to find one that looks right for your build and comes close to your skin color. Lets go back to a dressing room and see what looks right." I followed her back to the dressing rooms. I removed my shirt and she expertly picked one that was very close to my skin color. Then it came to what size and with a grin, she said, "You know. You're going to be a call girl. So, maybe a bigger size." She pulled what looked like huge breasts out of a box. I looked at her and said, "Maybe too big?" "Lets try them and see." She had me sit on a chair and she carefully applied the forms to my chest with some kind of spray. Luckily I keep my body hair free. It's the one thing I do for my cross- dressing that Jackie loves. It started with the amount of bicycling that I did. I had always kept my legs' hair free. Jackie finally admitted that she loved the feeling of my hairless legs and suggested that I do the rest of my body. She didn't need to ask twice. She even helps me with the hair removal on my back. The girl had me hold them in place and said, "Don't let go. I'll be right back." She disappeared for a minute or two and came back with the red dress that I had picked out. She checked the glue and said, "All right. You can let go. But ... " I reacted too fast, let go of the forms, and said, "They're heavy!" "That's what I was going to tell you, but you moved too fast. You'll get use to them." "I don't know. It feels like they're going to pull my chest off." "They're a D on you, so they're large and heavy." She had me stand up. As I moved, the forms moved and it felt funny having something moving on my chest. She helped me into the red dress. I looked into the mirror and saw a striking woman from the neck down. She asked, "Well?" "It does look good," I replied. "Told you." "Will the forms stay on?" "Sure. The adhesive is a very strong medical adhesive. Now, if you put some additional glue around the edges, then makeup and blend it properly, the edges will disappear. A little double sided tape in the right places on the dress and you won't be exposing yourself." The more I looked at myself, the more I liked what I saw. There was only one thing that bothered me. What was Jackie going to think. "I like what I'm seeing. I need to get my wife in to take a look before I say it's a go. I'll try to come back with her this evening." "No problem. I'll be here until nine." She helped me slip out of the dress, showed me how to use the remover on the forms, and said, "If you do come back tonight, wear some pantyhose and we can try for the full effect." I smiled at her and said, "I'll try." That evening when Jackie arrived home from work, I had dinner on the table. We sat, and talked about her day and mine. Then I started telling her about what I had found at Mr. Fun's and she got a twinkle in her eye. I suggested that we run over there, take a look at what I found, and then she could decide for herself if it was going to work. She agreed without hesitation. I told her that the girl at Mr. Fun's, by the way her name was Breann, had suggested that I wear nylons to get the full effect on my costume. Jackie's answer was a simple, "Why not." I replied, "You're going to let me wear them out of the house?" "Why not. They'll be under your jeans and you said that the girl has already figured out that you're a cross-dresser." "All right. I'll be right back." I ran upstairs to our bedroom. I'd already laid out a black panty, black garter belt, and black nylons. It didn't take me long to strip and put them on. I was back downstairs very quickly. As we walked into Mr. Fun's, Breann saw us and walked over. With a big smile she said, "Hi. I'm glad you came back." I introduced Jackie to her. Then she took us to the part of the store where we had found Jackie's costume and she explained what we had come up with. Jackie carefully looked at the items and said, "Nice choice, Andy. I think this just might work for me. The coat may be hot, but I'll live with it. Now, how about yours?" As we walked toward the dressing rooms, Breann said to Jackie, "I'd hoped that you'd come back. So, I have everything in one of the dressing rooms. We can either show you as he dresses or surprise you when he's done." Jackie looked at me, then Breann, then back at me with a grin and said, "Surprise me." "Have a look around. This will take a little while." Breann took me back to the dressing room. When I walked in, everything was there, the dress, the wig, the breast forms, and the shoes. Breann said, "Take off your shirt and we'll start with the forms." A few minutes later, she had the forms reattached. Again, I couldn't believe how heavy they were. Breann also said that we wouldn't do any makeup tonight as it would take too long. Next, I had to lose my jeans, so the shoes had to come off. Luckily, I'd worn loafers, and was able to slip them off. But, bending over, to step out of my jeans was something else. The weight of the forms really pulled on my chest. Breann liked the panties, garter belt, and nylons. She helped me into the dress, and fastening the button at the back of the neck for me. She then showed me how to use the double-sided tape, she had mentioned earlier, to keep the dress in place over my breasts. Next were the shoes. Stepping into them was easy, wrapping the laces up my calf, with the forms on, was something else. But, I accomplished it. As I stood up, Breann stepped back to get a look. She said, "You do have great looking legs." "Thanks," I replied. Next, she placed a wig cap over my head, tucking my long hair under it, then added the blond wig. Then she used a few bobby pins to hold it in place and brushed it out. When she was done, she smiled, and said, "Look in the mirror." I turned, looked in the mirror, and saw a tall blond girl. Then Breann handed me a tube of lipstick and said, "Here, add this." I applied the lipstick just like I've done many times before at home. I even took a Kleenex and blotted it. I could see Breann's reflection in the mirror and she was grinning from ear to ear. I turned around, looked at her, and said, "You're really having fun aren't you?" "Sorry. Yes. I find it interesting. It's fun helping people. Ready for your wife to see you?" This was going to be the big thing. How was Jackie going to react to seeing all of this? I said, "I guess." "Don't be nervous. You look good." "That's what worries me." Breann smiled and said, "Stay here. I'll be right back." She walked out the door of the dressing room, closed it, and I started to get really nervous. She was back fairly quickly and said, "She's ready." "I'm not sure I am," I replied. "It'll be all right. Come on." She turned and walked out the door, leaving it open. I took a very deep breath and felt the forms move on my chest. I started toward the door, stopped at the threshold, took another deep breath, and walked out of the dressing room. Jackie and Breann were standing together just looking at me. The look on Jackie's face was a mixture of shock and awe. It started to slowly turn into a smile. She whispered something to Breann, who grinned broader than before. Jackie said, "Turn around." I did a slow turn. Then she said, "You can really walk in those shoes?" I just nodded yes. She walked over to me, looked at the breast forms, turned to Breann and asked, "So, the edges can be hidden with makeup?" "Yes. It's easy with good theatrical makeup. We just didn't take the time tonight. They'll look like they're part of her." 'Her?' I thought. That's the first time anyone has called me that. "She's awful tall in those shoes," Jackie said. Now, my wife called me she. "She'll just be one, tall, sexy, blond," Breann replied. "Yea. I did see some male shoes over there with tall heels on them." "Those would add about four inches to you." "Good. That would make me about five-ten. Then she wouldn't be too much taller than I am." Jackie continued to look me over, then walked back to Breann and whispered something to her. Breann, smiled and said, "That would add to it." "What?" I asked. "I saw something when I was looking around," Jackie replied. "What?" I asked again. "Some nipples for the forms." "Huh?" Breann replied, "They're attachable nipples for the breast forms and with that dress they'd show. Be right back." Breann ran off, and Jackie and I just looked at each other. I finally said, "Well?" "I like it, me as your pimp and you as the call girl. You do look amazingly good, even without makeup." "Thanks. I think." "You really do dress up when I'm gone. Don't you?" "Yes." "You're enjoying this?" "Yes. Why?" "Oh, nothing." An 'Oh, nothing' usually means 'Oh, something.' Breann was back with a small package and showed it to Jackie. Jackie nodded yes. Then Breann walked over and showed me. In the box were two perfect nipples with areolas. Breann carefully applied them to my forms and stepped back with Jackie. Jackie smiled and just nodded yes. Then Jackie asked me, "Honey. What do you think?" I looked in a mirror and said, "I think it might work." "You won't feel strange looking like a call girl in front of people that know you?" "I don't think so. It's only a party." Jackie turned, looked at Breann and said, "It's not going to be cheap. But, lets do it." Breann took us back to the dressing room and helped me undress. Jackie, when she saw the garter belt and nylons, said, "The nylons and garter belt are a nice touch." The costumes, shoes, and wig, we were going to rent. But, we had to buy the forms and nipples. We arranged with Breann to pick the costumes up on the Thursday before the party and took the forms, nipples, adhesive, and remover with us. Breann also gave us a bottle of brush on adhesive and some makeup to use around the edges of the forms. As we were pulling out of the parking lot I said, "You know. I need a different bra for these forms." "Why?" Jackie asked. "I should probably get use to them before the party. They're bigger than the forms I have." "You've got forms?" "Sure." "Oh. Just how long have you had those?" "Five or six years." "Really. You attach them all the time." "I never have. I just use them to fill out the bra I'm wearing." "How many bras do you have?" I thought, 'Now, where is this going?' and replied, "Six or seven." I actually have a good dozen. "That's more than I have!" "Sorry." Jackie sat there for awhile in silence, then said, "The only place that I know of between here and home that will be open is Smithers' on Twelfth." "They've got nice stuff." "You've shopped there before?" "No. Just browsed with you." We were at Smither's in about ten minutes. I parked close to the door. Before we got out of the car Jackie asked, "Do you just want me to run in and get you one?" "Can't we do it together?" "Sure." "Think I'll embarrass you?" "No. Won't you be embarrassed looking?" "No." "Oh." We went into the store and Jackie led the way to intimates. There wasn't anyone else in the department and she started looking at the very plain bras. Not my style. I quietly said, "How about something a little prettier?" She just looked at me. And I added, "In black." We moved along to the prettier bras and I saw one that I just loved. A black satin under wire, with lace. I guided Jackie over to it and said, "I kind of like that one." "This?" she said, pointing to the bra. "Yes." "Hmm. It is pretty. What size?" "Thirty-eight. And those forms should make me a D." "What's your regular size?" "Thirty-eight C." "How did you figure that out?" "Trial and error." With a smirk she said, "You need a bra fitting." "Yea. Right." She looked through the drawers of bras, found a box that contained a thirty-eight D, and said, "Going to try it on?" Being in somewhat of a strange mood I called her on it. I took the box out of her hand and said, "Sure. Why not." She grabbed it back and said, "No way." "It was your idea," I said with a grin. "At home." When we got home we carried the packages into the house and to the bedroom. She looked at me and said, "Well." "Well what?" "Aren't you going to see if it fits?" "I guess." She took the bra out of the box and handed it to me. I slipped off my shirt. Took the bra, put my arms through the straps, reached behind me, and fastened the hook and eye clasp. She just stared at me and shook her head. I asked, "What's wrong?" "I have problems doing that. And, you do it like it's second nature." I just grinned. Then I opened the box with the forms in it and slipped them into the bra. I bent over and rearranged the forms a little. Stood back up and I had some nice cleavage. This was much better, having the weight of the forms supported by the bra than just having the forms attached. Jackie just looked at me, then said, "I hate to admit it. But, those look good on you." I said, "You know. To make this work, if we really want it to, I'll need to work on a look. And, get use to these breasts." "If we want it to?!" "Are you sure you want me showing up at this party looking like a real high class call girl?" "You really think you can pull it off?" "Lets put it this way. Breann called me her, you called me she, and I didn't even have any makeup on." "We did!? What do you think?" "Personally I don't really care what any of those people think. But, you have to work with them. If you want to do it, we'll do it." "I really want too win that home theater. Some of the guys are already saying that they have it won. But, I don't want to embarrass you." "Honey, don't worry about me. I think I know who's saying their going to win and I want to see just how bad they look as girls. It's that I really don't want to embarrass you by being too good." "But, no one knows about Beth." "I know and they still won't. I'll be a call girl for the party and that's not part of Beth. In fact, the call girl will look nothing like Beth. We can always say that Breann helped with the makeup and everything else. I'll just have to be careful and not act too feminine." "Too feminine?" "When I'm Beth. I'm Beth. At least I feel I am. I feel that I even think like a girl. I know my actions are feminine. In fact the times when deliveries were made and I had to sign for them. The delivery people treated me like I was a woman. The same with the meter readers that need in the basement." "So, you've been seen as Beth?" "Yes." "Why didn't you just let them come back later?" "A couple of times I was expecting something. The others, I just thought the deliveries might be for you and important. I didn't care about the meter readers." "No one reacted." "Not one bit." "I need to sleep on this. Let's talk more tomorrow." "All right. But, I need to get busy figuring out a look if we're going to do this." That night as we lay in bed, Jackie didn't fall asleep quickly as she usually did on weekday nights. She rolled over, looked at me, and whispered, "Can I tell you something?" "Of course." "I've always wondered about Beth. Where she came from? What she looks like? Who she is? How she interacts with you?" "You're kidding? Why didn't you say something?" "I was afraid." "You were afraid to ask about Beth?" "Yes. I was afraid that I'd find out too much." "Too much?" "Uh huh. That I'd find out that my husband was more of a girl than a man." "If I was?" "I don't know. Who is Beth?" "Who's Beth?" "Yea. Just who is Beth?" I thought for a short time and answered, "She's part of me and always will be. I've always hoped that you would accept her, at least a little bit. She's someone that likes to look nice, is very feminine and loving. Someone that needs to be understood." "Where did she come from?" "Huh?" "What caused Beth to become part of you?" "I guess I can blame my cousin Lisa." "Lisa. Your favorite cousin. How did she get Beth started?" "My mom and her sister, Lisa's mother, use to get together all the time. Most of the time I ended up going along. One time, when she was about eight and I was about seven, we were playing in Lisa's room and Lisa talked me into dressing up in some of her clothes. A panty, a girl's t-shirt, a cute little dress, short white socks, and a pair of patent leather shoes. She even did something with my hair. "It felt kind of weird, but nice. I guess I stayed dressed that way for about an hour before I told Lisa that I want to change back. The next time I was at their house, she dressed me up again. This time I stayed dressed most of time we were playing. This continued for months and I really started to enjoy it. I actually looked forward to it. Lisa gave me the name Beth. "Then we got caught. Lisa had put me in a cute shorts' outfit and we were playing in her room. My mom and aunt walked in on us. My mom wasn't too happy about it. But, my aunt said that we were just playing and it wouldn't hurt anything. That day we were also staying for supper and my aunt said I could stay dressed as long as I want to. For some reason my mom went along with it. "Over the years Beth evolved with Lisa's help. She taught me about makeup and clothes. If I did anything unfeminine she would really get on me. When I was older, probably a sophomore or junior in high school, she actually got me to go to the mall with her. I was scared as hell. Nothing happened, except getting hit on by some boys. "That's where Beth came from. Lisa is the only one, other than you, that knows about Beth." With a grin, Jackie said, "So, I can blame Lisa for this." "If you want to call it that." She cuddled closer and fell asleep. The next day as she was leaving for work Jackie said, "You know. I've never really seen Beth. Those couple of times I walked in on you I really didn't pay much attention." "And?" I asked. Trying to figure out where she was going with this. "Could I meet Beth tonight?" "You sure?" "Yes. I'd like to see what she looks like," she said, as she kissed me and left for work. I sat at the table thinking for a long time. The first time she had walked in on me and I was dressed as Beth. She had stood there for a long time looking at me and then just said, 'Please change.' Nothing more was said. Why does she want me to stay as Beth? Later that morning I carefully became Beth. I spent more time making sure everything was perfect. I picked out a very nice blouse and skirt outfit. Panty, bra, forms, not the D's, garter belt, and nylons. I know most girls today don't wear nylons or pantyhose, but like I've said, Beth has a need to look very nice. I did my makeup and spent time fixing my own hair. My hair was long enough, when not in a pony tail, to be put into a decent feminine style. I spent a very nervous day doing the laundry and some editing. Right after I started dinner, a pot roast, I freshened my makeup and redid my hair. I was at the stove, with an apron on, finishing dinner, when Jackie walked in from work. I didn't turn around, but waited for her to say something. She did. "Hi. I'm home." I smiled to myself, turned around, smiled at her, and said, "Have a hard day, honey?" She smiled and said, "Yes. Some of those guys at work can be real jerks." "Dinner is almost ready. Go get comfortable and it'll be on the table when you get back." "Thanks love." She walked out of the kitchen. I thought, 'That was interesting. She treated me just like I was myself.' We had a very normal dinner, each of us telling the other about their day. As usual, she helped me clean up the dinner dishes and then we went into the den. As we sat there she said, "You are comfortable as Beth, aren't you?" "Very." "You do look very nice. The skirt and blouse are sharp. The shoes fit the outfit. Your makeup is very nice." "Thank you." "Have you thought what the call girl is going to look like?" "I want to play around with a look. I've looked at a few things on line and have some ideas." "Do you need any help?" "Thanks. But, I think I can figure something out. Just don't be surprised if you come home to her." With a grin and a little chuckle, she said, "I won't. You know. Your real hair is fairly long." "Yea." "I've seen some women's hair styles that were short and sexy." "Yea." "I'm wondering if having your hair styled might be the way to go. Instead of the wig." "You're kidding?" One of my fantasies is to have my hair done in a salon. My hair is fairly long. If I didn't keep it in a pony tail it's was down onto my shoulders. "No. I really want to win this. Not so much for the prize, but to show up those jerks at work." "Like what kind of style?" "Like a shag or maybe something that's straight and lays flat." "Okay. I'm game." "Let me talk to my stylist." "You're beginning to scare me." "Scare you. Why?" "You're really getting into this, before you wanted nothing to do with my cross-dressing." "You're complaining?" "Not really. It's just a complete turn around in your attitude." "Maybe I'm just really seeing you for the first time, seeing that you have two personalities, a male and a female one." "It's just not the party is it?" "At first it was. I just wanted to win the contest. Then after seeing you at the costume shop and tonight, it's different. I still want to win, but I want to have fun with you while doing it." "So, you're beginning to accept Beth?" "Maybe. At least part of the time." That evening we talked more than we had in a long time. Our sex life had become kind of on and off, but I think that night we began resurrecting it. Jackie didn't fall asleep right away, as she usually did. Two days later Jackie came home with a smile on her face. I asked her, "What's got you all smiles?" "A couple of things," she answered. "So, tell." "First I talked to my hair stylist. I told him all about the party and he was excited to help." "He?" "Yes. Jerome is a great stylist. You've always liked my hair." "Yes. But, I just thought that your stylist was a girl." "Heck no! Some of the better ones are guys." "I guess. What else has got you smiling." "Do you remember Frank Richards?" "Sort of." "Well he's one of the jerks that figures he's got winning the contest sown up. I finally got tired of him, so I told him to put his money where his mouth was. We have a hundred dollar side bet." "You're really sure we're going to win this, aren't you?" "You bet love." "Good. I think I have a look figured out." "When can I see?" "Tomorrow. If you want to?" "I do." Chapter 2 A visit from Brandy. The following day I sat at Jackie's dressing table putting my new look together. I tried attaching the breast forms for the first time by myself. They actually turned out fairly good. I worked the adhesive around the edges of the forms, then added the makeup, just like Breann had said to do, blending it to hide the seam. When I was done, I surprised myself, I could hardly see the seam. It looked like I actually had breasts. I then put the new black bra on and that was interesting. Normally I added the forms after putting on a bra, but this time I was putting the bra on my breasts. I then spent some time doing my makeup. My usual moisturizer, then a foundation that was a shade darker than I usually use and I worked that down into my cleavage. Then I worked on my eyebrows. I cleaned them up a little, thinned them along the bottom edge and used a black eyebrow pencil to make them more pronounced. I wanted to try the smoky look on my eyes. So I spent some time with a black eyeliner pencil and dark eye-shadow, smudging and blending them just right. Then I lined my eyes, making it very thick and pronounced, thickest at the outer corner and thinner toward the inner corner. Then I added more eye shadow, blending it upward across my eyelid to the crease. I finished with just a little cream eye-shadow under the outside corner of my eyebrows. My eyelashes are fairly long, but I wanted them longer. I had found one of those two step mascara systems, where you first lengthen them, then color them. I carefully lengthened my lashes, trying to make the outer lashes longer than the inner ones. I was also careful to keep the lashes separated. After I was sure the lengthener was dry, I carefully applied the color, being sure to keep each individual hair separate. I'm terrible at picking a color of lipstick that I like. I looked at my collection and finally decided to try a true red. I used a darker liner pencil and then a brush to apply the lipstick. I sat back and took a long look at myself. Yesterday I'd done this look, along with others, and this looked better than the first time I had done it. I was going to use one of Beth's wigs, as we didn't have the wig from Mr. Fun's yet, or my hair styled, if I was really going to do that. The closest wig Beth has to blond, is one that is a dishwater blond. I very seldom wear a wig as I prefer my own hair and because Beth looks better as a brunette. But, with this look, it might not be too bad. I slipped the wig on over my wig cap and fussed with it for a while. This wig was shoulder length and almost hid my ears. When I was happy with it, I pulled a pair of large tear drop shaped earrings out of one of the drawers and replaced my studs with them. Jackie had let me get both of my ears pierced a few years ago, not long after we were married. I took a long look at myself in the mirror and there was my call girl. At least what I though would pass for a call girl. Since it would be more than four hours before Jackie came home, I slipped into a pair of shorts, a scoop necked top, and a pair of mules. Then I looked in the full length mirror and saw a new girl. It wasn't Beth. Beth wasn't built like this and didn't wear makeup like this. I spent the next three hours doing a little house work and starting supper. About half an hour before Jackie was due home I changed. I added the garter belt and hose. I have a blouse that can look very sexy. I left the top two buttons unbuttoned. It showed some cleavage and the top of my bra. Then there is the short pleated skirt. Something else Beth wouldn't wear very often. The tops of my nylons and the garter tabs showed when I was standing. Yes, that short. I have a pair of dressy leather sandals with a one inch platform and four inch heels. I slipped into them and fastened the ankle straps. I walked over and looked at myself in the full length mirror. There was that girl I had seen in the mirror at Mr. Fun's, but with a different hair style. I looked at my hands. They were too plain for this look. So, I got out a set of press on nails, in red, and carefully applied them. Then added a couple rings. Again, I looked at this girl in the mirror and she now looked complete. I heard the door open and Jackie call out, "I'm home." I answered back, "I'll be right there." I was still worried what she was going to think when she saw this look. I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen. Jackie was there, checking on dinner. Her back was to me, so I stood there with my hands on my hips, in a feminine way, and said, "Excuse me. That's my job." She turned, started to say something, stopped and just stared. I just grinned at her. Her first words were, "You've got more cleavage than I do." I quipped back, "The correct bra can do wonders for a girl." "Did you glue the forms on and do the makeup?" "Sure. I thought you'd want to see the total package." She looked me over very carefully and then gave me a kiss. She had to stand on her tip toes to do it as I was now six feet tall with these heels on. As we ate dinner, she just kept looking at me and smiling. Finally she said, "I love your makeup. It's classy and a good evening look. The lipstick could be a little darker. Overall you look great." I was a little amused that she liked what I'd come up with. I smiled at her and said, "Thanks. I want to work on it some more and try to refine it." "It doesn't need much refining." Later that evening we were in the den and I was still dressed. Jackie was reading a book and I was working on some editing that needed to be done for tomorrow. I caught her looking over at me every once in a while and I finally asked, "Is something bothering you?" "Not really. I'm just amazed as to how comfortable you are dressed this way." "I'm more comfortable as Beth. This is a little over the top for her." Jackie continued to look at me, then asked, "Do you want to become a girl?" "No. I like both worlds. But, there are times that I've thought that I'd like to live full time looking like a girl." "That would make you happy?" "You make me happy." Over the next week, I refined this new girl's look. I'd go for the full look. I'd attach the breasts. I'd gotten good at concealing the seams. I'd work on the makeup. Put on the wig and find the sexiest clothes Beth had, which wasn't much. One day I stayed dressed for Jackie. I'd gotten the look the way I thought it would work and when Jackie saw it she just shook her head. I asked her, "What wrong?" "Nothing. It's just that you look so good. It's just amazing that you can do this." I smiled, and said, "Thanks. It makes a girl feel good to hear that." "A girl! You're this girl right now, aren't you?" "On the outside." "Not on the inside?" "A little, I guess." "I think more than a little." The party was on Saturday. The Thursday before I went to Mr. Fun's to pick up our costumes. Breann was her usual bubbly, helpful, self, and was also happy to see me. She gave me a couple of things to add to Jackie's costume. As I was leaving she said, "I'd sure like to see some pictures." "I'll see what I can do," I said with a grin. After dinner on Thursday, we spend the evening working on Jackie's costume. To start with she removed all of her makeup. We then bound her breasts, no easy task. Then she applied a darker foundation than she normally used, to give her face a darker look. Then, I attached her mustache and used the makeup that Breann had given us to give her a light five o'clock shadow. She then used an eyebrow pencil to give herself fuller eyebrows. Her hair isn't too long, actually shorter than mine. So, she used some heavy moose to slick it back into a somewhat male style. She usually wore small diamond studs in her ears, she removed the one from her right ear, and replaced the one in her left ear with a much larger diamond stud. I walked over to my chest of drawers, pulled a package out of a drawer, and handed it to her. She looked at them and said, "What's this for?" With a grin, I said, "I just figured that you'd want to do it from the skin out." "But, jockey shorts?" "Why not?" "I guess." Her clothes consisted of, the jockey shorts, a black shirt, and the suit. She wore black pants' socks, and the high heeled men's shoes. When she had it all on, it wasn't bad. Almost masculine. She slipped on the hat and coat. There was the pimp. Not completely passable as a guy, still too pretty, but she made a decent looking pimp. "Oh," I said, "one last thing." "What?" "Something from Breann." I handed her a long cigarette holder. Jackie looked at it and said, "But, I don't smoke." "That's why Breann gave me these." And, I handed her a package of fake cigarettes. Jackie smiled a little, put one of the fake cigarettes in the holder and struck a pose. Then said something, using a word I'd never heard her use before, "So, bitch, how do I look?" "Ah ... Like my pimp." "You got that right." "Don't get too far into this." With a grin she said, "Don't worry love." Then it hit me. I asked, "What are we using for names?" "I've never thought about it." "Me either. And, I'm not using Beth." "Any ideas?" "Maybe Jack, or James, or John, for you." "Maybe something a little different." "Like what?" "How about, Jesse?" "No. Too feminine." "All right. How about Jace?" "I like that." "Good. It was my grandfathers nickname. Now how about you? Want to stay with something beginning with B?" "Maybe." "How about Buffy or Bunny?" "Now who's being funny." "Okay. How about Belinda?" "That's a possibility." "Or, Billie?" "Too masculine. You know. Brandy might work." "Hmm. Brandy. Andy. Andy. Brandy. That's good." "A play on names." "So, Jace and Brandy it is." On Friday we decided to do a dress rehearsal. My appointment with Jerome was late Friday afternoon. Jackie came home from work at Noon and I was already half way to being Brandy. I had my makeup finished and was running around in nothing but a bra and panties. I helped her bind her breasts and left her to finish getting ready on her own. I still had my wig to put on, the garter belt, nylons, the dress, and shoes. It was a struggle with both of us trying to get dressed at the same time. But, we somehow accomplished it. When we were both done we just looked at each other. Jackie, now Jace, wasn't wearing the coat and hat, but looked good as a pimp. I think trying to get into the role, Jace smiled at me, and said in the deepest voice possible, "Brandy. You're one hot bitch." Trying to keep the scene going, I put my hands on my hips, frowned at him and said, "Jace, such language. That's no way to talk to a lady." "A lady! You're nothing but a high priced whore. My whore." "Baby. You know I'm yours." "You bet your sweet ass you're mine." I threw my arms around him and kissed him. We both laughed. Jace then said, "We were getting into our rolls weren't we?" "Just a bit. Lets see what we look like together." We walked in front of the full length mirror and looked at ourselves. I was surprised just how good we looked together. Jackie almost looked like a guy, an effeminate guy, but a guy. And, we looked good together. I took her, sorry Jace's arm, and hung onto it like some girls would do. I saw a smile come over Jace's face and he said, "You know babe. I think we just might have a chance at this." "You think?" "As long as you put out for those high rollers." "Baby. As long as they're paying for it, they'll get it." "They are." Again, we laughed at each other. I turned Jace around and kissed him again. The kiss he returned wasn't a girl's kiss, but a strong masculine kiss. He then pulled me very close and continued to kiss me. That's when I felt something. When we finally broke the kiss, I looked down and asked, "Ah... Did you grow something new?" "You mean the bulge in my pants?" "Yea." "Like it?" "I don't know." "I figured that I needed it to finish the look." "What did you use. A rolled up sock?" "No. I stopped at an adult store. It's a strap on." I just looked at him. Now, Jace, or Jackie, is no prude. But, I've never known her to go into an adult store. Buying something like this is completely out of character. "Well," Jace said, "you have a nice flat front, I needed something." "I guess." "I won't wear it if you don't want me to." Jace said with a hurt look. "It's all right. It's just out of character for you." "I know. But, I thought it would add to the effect." We again looked at ourselves in the mirror. "It will. But, you know, those nails have to go." "My nails?" "Yea. At least the polish on them. Red just doesn't look right on a guy." "I'll have Jerome's nail tech do something with them while he's doing your hair. Are you going to use the press on nails?" "Thought I would." "Want to get your nails done properly?" I just looked at Jace. Having a manicure was another one of my fantasies, and I didn't want to appear too excited by the idea. I guess the look on my face gave me away. "I thought so." Jace said, "That smile tells me that you'd love it." "You're right." "Lets get changed. Jerome is expecting us soon." "It'll take me awhile to put Brandy away." "Why?" "Why, what?" "Why put Brandy away? Just go as her." "You're kidding me?" "No. When Jerome is finished with your hair it's going be totally feminine." "You sure?" "Yes. But, not that dress. I'd go comfortable. Slacks, or jeans, a blouse and flats. I'd also lose the heavy makeup." "You're serious." "Yep. Hurry up or we'll be late." A while later we were pulling up in front of Jerome's salon. It surprised me, but I had no qualms about getting out of the car and walking into the salon. We were greeted by the receptionist, who greeted Jackie by name. She said, "Have a seat and Jerome will be right with you." We sat and I just looked around. This was my first visit to a beauty salon and I was taking it all in. I picked up a beauty magazine and started flipping through it. About halfway through, I saw something. Showing Jackie the page in the magazine, I said to her, "How about this?" She looked at what I was showing her and said, "I love it. We'll see what Jerome thinks." What I'd shown her was a picture of a girl with a short, sexy, shag cut, and her hair color was white. There was just something about it that hit me. Five minutes later a man walked into the waiting room and greeted Jackie with, "Jackie, love. It's so nice to see you." "Hello Jerome," she replied. "Is this our new client?" "Yes. Brandy, this is Jerome. Jerome, this is Brandy." Still sitting I offered Jerome my hand and he kissed it. Jackie continued, "I also need to see Billie about my nails. These won't do for the party." "We can do that. Come on with me and we'll get started." Jackie and I followed him back into the salon. There were a number of customers, but no one paid much attention to us. We followed him to the back of the salon, to an area that must have been his, as it was done up very fancy and somewhat effeminate. I sat in his chair, Jerome took my wig off and started looking at my hair. Then he said to Jackie, "This won't be bad. Her hair is in good shape. So, we're doing a color and style. An eyebrow wax. A manicure and pedicure. Correct?" "Yes." I thought, 'Eyebrow wax?' Then I said, "Did you say eyebrow wax?" Jackie answered for him, "Sure love. You need to look your best tomorrow night." "Are you all right with that Brandy?" Jerome asked. I looked at him, then Jackie and said, "Sure. I guess." "Good! Now, what style are we looking at?" he asked. Jackie opening the magazine to the page with the shag cut and showing it to Jerome said, "We thought that this would be sexy." "Oh yes. That style would be very nice. Now, how about a color?" "We even thought the color in the picture." "That's nice. But, I have another idea." Jerome picked up a note book, flipped to a page, and showed it to Jackie. She smiled and nodded yes. Then he showed it to me saying, "This is platinum blonde. I think it would look fabulous on you, especially with that style." I again looked at Jackie for support and she said, "It's you love." I looked at Jerome and said, "Go for it." Jerome smiled and then called out, "Gina. Oh, Gina. Would you come here, please?" Within a minute, a pretty dark haired girl walked up and Jerome said, "Gina. This is Brandy and we're going to make her a platinum blonde. While you're doing that Billie is going to give her a pedicure." "Hi Brandy. So, you're Jackie's friend." I just nodded yes. "Well honey," Gina continued, "you just relax and let us work." "Gina," Jerome said, "when you're finished I'll do her cut and style. Oh. She's also having a manicure and brow wax." "Almost the full treatment, you're a luck girl Brandy." I just smiled. I don't know what Gina used on my hair, but the smell was not pleasant. But, having the pedicure started to relax me. When Gina was done, Jerome was back and went to work cutting and styling my hair. Billie was going to do my manicure after Jerome was done. This whole thing was very relaxing and time seemed to fly. It took Jerome a little while to cut and style my hair. When he was done, he appeared to be very happy with himself. Billie had been working on Jackie's nails and they walked back over together. Jackie slowly got a very big smile and said, "Jerome. You've out done yourself. She looks fantastic." "I thought so too," he replied. "Can I see?" I asked. "Sure thing love." he said, as he turned my chair toward the mirror. I saw a pretty blond with a very sexy shag hair style. And, three people with smiles behind her. I couldn't help but smile. Then I said to no one in particular, "Very nice. Very, very nice." "Thank you love. I figured that you'd love it," Jerome said. "I do, very much." Jackie said, "Stop being so vane Brandy. It's getting late, I'm hungry, Billie has your nails to do, and you still need your eyebrows waxed." I got up from the chair and actually gave Jerome a hug and a kiss on the cheek. That got a strange look from Jackie. Jackie, Billie, and I walked to Billie's work area and she went to work on my nails. I watched Billie work on my nails. After she had lengthened them, I think with an acrylic, she did them in a very nice red. Then she got fancy. She applied a diamond looking stone to my left little finger and did some fancy art work on the other nails. Just as Billie was finishing another girl walked over and said, "Hi I'm Paige. Jerome said that your brows needed waxing." I looked at Jackie. She grinned and said, "Yes. She's been letting them go and we're going to a fancy party tomorrow, she needs to look perfect." "We can do that. Come on with me sweetheart." I got up and followed Paige to her work area. Jackie was right behind me. I reluctantly sat in her chair and she said, "Have you ever had them waxed before?" I just shook my head no. "It won't take long. To be honest, it will hurt a bit. How thin do you want them?" Jackie, still carrying the magazine, opened it to another page, showed it to us, and said, "I think this would be nice." The picture showed a very thin, sexy eyebrow. I just looked at Jackie. She just smiled at me. Paige then looked at me and said, "That would go really well with the look you have. Are you all right with it?" I just nodded yes. Paige leaned her chair back and said, "Just close your eyes and relax." I did as she asked. She continued to talk as she worked. "I'm going to carefully apply some warm wax on the area that I want to remove hair from." I felt her spread something warm on my face, just above my right eye. Which I assumed was the wax. "Now I'm going to apply a cloth strip over the wax and rub it a couple of times." I felt her do just as she said. "All right honey. This will hurt a little." Hurt! It was painful. And, I jumped. "Sorry honey. I know it hurts, but it'll stop in a second." I opened my eyes and looked at her. By the look on her face, I think doing this hurt her as much as it did me. She took a little cream and rubbed it on my eyebrow, while saying, "This will help." And it did. She then did my left eye. Then used tweezers to take care of some stray hairs and when she was done, she turned me toward a mirror. My eyebrows were now very thin, with an arch to them and looked very feminine. As we were leaving, we again thanked everyone for their nice work. Jerome took my hand and kissed it again. I gave everyone else a kiss on the cheek. Jerome said, "Have fun being a girl. You make a very pretty one." As we got in the car, I freshened my lipstick and Jackie said, "I'm still hungry. There's a nice little restaurant just down the street." "Sure," I said, "But, I've got a question." "Sure." I turned, looked at her and said, "Three weeks ago, you wanted nothing to do with my cross-dressing. You knew I did it, but wanted no part of it. Now you've got me going to a costume party as a girl. You've taken me to a beauty salon and practical gotten me the works. I look more like a girl than a guy. Now, you want to be seen out in public with me. Why?" "I ... I think it's because I've finally seen another side of you and I'm beginning to like it. Don't get me wrong. I love your male side. But, you're feminine side is very interesting. I know Beth is you, your feminine side. But, seeing you as Brandy is very interesting. She wants to come out and enjoy this. Something inside me wants to help her and you. It's been fun. Tomorrow night is going to be really fun." "Fun? Maybe. But, I'll guarantee you it will be interesting." We parked in front of the restaurant and walked in. It was late, but there were still a number of customers and it felt like all eyes were on us as we walked to a table. It made me very nervous. I whispered to Jackie, "Everyone is staring." "I would stare too if I was a guy." "The women are staring too. In envy." "Yeah, right." "What did you see when you looked in the mirror?" "A girl. I guess." "You guess. Love. Why, I don't know. But, you make a very pretty girl. People are going to stare. Get use to it." As we sat, Jackie asked, "Now love, tell me why the kiss on Jerome's cheek?" "Huh?" "After Jerome was finished styling your hair you gave him a kiss on the cheek." "Oh. I guess I was just so pleased with what he'd done. That I just reacted that way." "Andy or Brandy?" "Ah ... Brandy." "Love. You worry me." "Huh?" "Not starting to like guys. Are you?" "No. Why?" "It's just that when you're Beth or Brandy, you are so much a girl. I felt that you might be starting to like guys." "No. I only like girls and in particular you." We finished our dinner and headed home. As we were getting ready for bed, I was going to remove my forms. But, Jackie said, "You might as well leave them on, you'll just have to put them back on tomorrow." Putting them on and taking them off everyday, as I had for the past week or so, was taking a toll on my chest. But, I said, "I'd have to sleep in a bra to be comfortable." With a grin Jackie said, "You haven't gotten use to those girls yet?" "Very funny. No I haven't." "I got you a couple of things." "What?" "Take a look in the bag on the floor by my dresser." I walked over, picked up the bag and looked inside. I pulled a nightgown, a matching pair of panties, and a bra, out of the bag. The bra was a sleep bra. I looked at Jackie and said, "Are you sure?" "You're a girl until after tomorrow night." "Really?" "Sure. You need to be in character." "Well then," I said, getting a little silly, "I've never done it with a girl before, but there's always a first time for everything." "Stop." "What's wrong? Don't you want to make love to me?" I started to pout. "You are so bad." "Well?" "Yes. I want to make love to you." "Looking like Brandy?" "You're still Andy underneath." "Am I?" "You'd better be." I just gave her a coy little smile. Then, I slipped on the panties, sleep bra, and nightgown. The panties didn't stay on very long. Jackie stayed away from my forms. Of course I wouldn't have felt anything. But, the love making was still intense. Chapter 3 The Party. We slept in on Saturday knowing that we would probably be up late that night. I was the first one up and it was interesting getting up with the forms still attached. I took my clothes, including a regular bra, into the bathroom to get dressed, so as not to disturb Jackie. When I took off the sleep bra, I checked the makeup around the seams of the forms and I still had to look very hard to see the seams. It appeared that the makeup Breann had given us was very good. Saturday passed fairly quickly and the party was to start at eight. After a light diner, Jackie and I started getting ready. Again we were both running around in just panties and bra, until Jackie changed into the jockey shorts and we bound her breasts. It was nice not having to put a wig on, but just work with my own hair. With Jackie's help, it was back to the way Jerome had styled it. I spent a good long time getting my makeup just perfect. It didn't take long for Jackie to become Jace and start getting into character. Her first comment was, "Well bitch, you'd better look perfect tonight." I glanced over at Jace and could see his package bulging. I said, "Jace. Honey. For you baby, I'll look better than perfect." We finished getting ready at a little after seven. As we were looking each other over Jace said, "All kidding aside, you look good enough to eat." I think I actually blushed at that and said, "I'll be a four course meal for you." Just before we left Jace set up the digital camera and took a dozen or so pictures. Neither of us were sure about driving in the shoes we were wearing. Since Jace could change his easier than I could, he slipped on a pair of loafers and drove. We were about two miles from home, when the inside of the car lit up with blue flashing lights. Jace looked at me and said, "What did I do?" "Nothing that I know of." We pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. The officer walked up to Jace's side of the car and said, "Sir. Can I see your drivers license, registration, and proof of insurance? You do you know why I stopped you?" In a very feminine voice Jace said, "Yes sir. And, no sir, I don't know why you stopped us. Was I speeding?" As I got the registration out of the glove box, Jace pulled his wallet out of his pocket, and dug out his drivers license. The officer took Jace's, actually Jackie's drivers license and said, "Your licence plate light is burned out." Then he looked at the license and said, "Ah ... What's going on?" "We're going to a costume party." He shined his flashlight in my face and said, "Miss. Do you have any identification?" "Yes sir," I said as I dug into my purse and handed him my drivers license. He looked at both the licenses, then shining his flashlight in Jace's face, asked, "You're Jackie Barker?" "Yes sir." Then shining his flashlight in my face, he asked, "And, you're Andy Barker?" "Yes sir." "You live at?" "785 Inland Lane." "And, you were born?" "September nineteenth nineteen-eighty-two." "Hmm. Stay in the car. I'll be right back." And, he walked back to his car. Jace and I looked at each other. I thought Jace was going to cry so I said, "Don't worry. I think he's just checking our drivers licenses and the car registration." "I hope. I've never been stopped before." "Relax. It'll be fine." The officer was gone for a few minutes and Jace got more nervous the longer he was gone. He finally walked back to the car and as he handed our paper work back to Jace, he said, "It appears that everything's in order. But, get that light fixed." "We will officer," Jace replied. "By the way, good costumes. You had me fooled. Especially Mr. Barker. Have fun at the party. And, drive carefully." "Thank you officer. We will." The police officer walked back to his car. Jace put his hands on the steering wheel and his head on his hands. He sat there for a few moments before sitting back up and saying, "I thought I was going to pee myself." "You were getting a little nervous." We finished the drive to the party center. They had valet parking and we let them park the car for us. Of course the valet opened the door for me and offered me his hand, which I took. The only thing the valet looked at was my cleavage and it made me feel very self conscious. Jace saw it and as he took my arm and said, "Now you know how girls feel." There were a couple parties going on and we really got the once over from a number of people. We figured out which room ours was in and walked toward the door. Jace opened the door for me. I saw everyone inside and froze. If I had been Beth I would have walked in without hesitation, but as Brandy I was as nervous as hell. Jace whispered, "From what I'm seeing you're the best looking girl here." "That's what worries me," I whispered back. He carefully guided me into the room. It was interesting seeing some of these people dressed as the opposite sex. There were some that looked fairly good and others that looked like guys in a dress or girls in a suit. Some of the girls dressed as guys looked really good. I could feel Jace start to get into character. He stood as tall as he could and started walking with an air of control. I started falling into Brandy's roll of a call girl and hung onto Jace's arm. The first couple we ran into was the owner of the company, Mr. Brenner and his wife. He was dressed as a harem girl and his wife as a sultan. It wasn't hard at all to tell it was Mr. Brenner. His eyes actually got very big when he figured out who we were. He looked at Jace and his first comment was just, "Jackie?" Jace, in the best masculine voice he could muster, said, "Yes. But, tonight it's Jace." "Ah.... You were supposed to bring your husband." "This is Andy. But, tonight he's Brandy." "No way. This is a real girl." With a smile I answered, "No. It's me Mr. Brenner, Andy Barker." "No way. You're too pretty and you've ... you've got breasts." "All an illusion Mr. Brenner. A lot of makeup and such." "God. Wait until Richards' sees you. He's been strutting around here spouting off that he's got the contest all sown up." I saw Jace get a broad smile on his face and he said, "I figured that he would be doing that. That's why we went all out for this." "You did do that. I would never have guessed that this was Andy." With a wink Jace said, "It's not, remember that tonight it's Brandy." I caught the couple that came as Al Capone and his gun moll looking at us very closely, and I asked Mr. Brenner, "Did the Richards' come as Capone and his gun moll?" "Why yes," he answered. "Thought so. They've really been giving us a very close look." "Where are they?" Jace asked. "Over by the bar." Jace looked over that way and just grinned. We excused ourselves and walked toward the bar. Everyone there was giving us the once over. We walked up to the bar and Jace said, "Hi Frank. You look good." "Oh God. It is you Jackie. But, this can't be Andy?" "Oh, but it is. Want to pay up now or later." "No. It's got to be a ringer. You got one of your girlfriends to come with you." Jace looked at me and said, "No, it's really Andy. Tell 'em honey." "Frank it's really me. Andy." He just stood there looking me up and down. Then said, "God you make a pretty girl." "Just for tonight. Then it's back to Andy." The party was actually a lot of fun, a good bar, a good disk jockey, and good food. Most of the people were treating me just like a girl. It was funny, I was feeling like a girl. I felt sexy and pretty. A number of people, both guys and girls, asked me how we did it, how we made me look so much like a girl. It was fun telling them parts of it. There was no way that I was going to let on about Beth. Jace and I actually danced a couple of times. It was funny when he tried to lead. Half way through one dance, one of the women dressed as Napoleon, a tall Napoleon, walked up and tapped Jace on the shoulder, and said, "May I cut in. I'd like to dance with the prettiest girl here." Jace turned, looked at him, and staying in character, said, "Okay. But, she's very expensive." "I'll bet she is." I finished the dance with Napoleon and then we walked over to the bar. He ordered drinks and as we were sipping on them, he said, "So, just how expensive are you?" I looked at him and staying in character, I said, "Twenty- five hundred for the evening, plus a good dinner and a show. Then what happens, happens." "For that you'd better be good." In a slutty way I said, "I'm very good." "So, I've got to talk to your pimp?" "Yeah. Jace makes all my appointments." "Good. I'll talk to him later." As I was getting ready to walk away Napoleon grabbed me and kissed me. Not on the cheek, as one girl would do to another, but on the lips. It really startled me. I pushed away from him and said, "I'm not paid for yet!" I turned and walked away. After that I figured that I'd better check my makeup and I did have to go to the restroom. I found them and without hesitation I walked into the ladies. There were two other ladies in there, both using a stall. So, I didn't know if they were real girls or from the party. When I was done and was freshening my makeup, one of the stall doors opened and out walked Josephine. She walked up next to me, washed her hands, and started to freshen her makeup. She looked at me and sounding just like a real girl said, "You really do make a pretty girl." "Thank you," I said, "you're not bad looking yourself." "Thanks. I thought we had a chance at the grand prize. But, after seeing you and your wife, we don't have a chance." "You never know. It's everyone voting." "I k