I reached out to touch my reflection, then looked at my hands. "Well, I'll be. Dat guy really was a wizard!"I checked my 'costume'. It still looked li...e the old 'me', including the brown eyes and fuzz on the earlobes. I chewed on a nice, fresh carrot as I held the suit up, turning it this way and that. "Neeeehhh, not bad," I finally opined after a mouthful or two of carrot. "Da 'butler' schtick'll do just fine wit' a coupla changes here 'n' dere."Hanging the suit in mid-air, I played around. . I... Wasn't expecting you... I thought..." "That James would be here?" she interrupted. "Am I a disappointment?" she asked sternly, tapping her foot. "No, no. But... How did you get my number?" "Don't you remember? You gave it to me in the club. You must have been too drunk to remember, but I bet you remember me licking that horny pussy of your's hmm?" She walked in circles around me, examining me. "You look hot slut. James would've like to see you wearing that." "Just tell me why I'm here. "You wanted something more to happen? Like what did you want to happen?" I finally asked.Katie looked at me. She was blushing. And she finally answered in a soft and quiet manner."Well, I dunno. I mean, we were standing there, behind your garage. Nobody saw us. You'd like had your hands on me and stuff. And, well, you saw my boobs and all. I'm not like inexperienced and stuff. I know what to do. I've been there. I guess I dunno, I thought you'd kiss me or something." Katie said.I glanced. Cindy looked at me and sawthe problem walking up to me to show me how to adjust the straps for theproper fit.Cindy handed me a white girl's short sleeved tee shirt and a pair ofblue jean shorts, I pulled the girls top over my head and noticed thatit matched my curves fitting kind of tight. If I thought the shirt wastight the shorts were tighter. I had never worn shorts that had a rearzipper and it felt really funny pulling the zipper up my rear andfitting so flat and tight in the crotch. I had.