It's weird, had I been living with another woman I probably would have felt uncomfortable asking her to do this favour for me, but I got the impressio... most guys would see it as its own reward."First, you need to leave for a minute while I get changed." I jumped off the bed.Joel looked disappointed. "You mean I don't get to see you naked?" No." I smiled, flattered, as I pulled my catsuit out of the drawer and held it up over my clothes. "You get to see me in this, like everyone else." Not even. ” John and I took turns in the shower. I went first. The hair remover kinda burned a little, but soon I was completely hairless from the neck down. To be honest, it felt really neat. When we were done we wrapped towels around ourselves and went to the living room. Amy then sat us down and laid out the rest of the stuff we would need. Makeup, press-on nails, and 2 wigs. A blonde, for me and a brunette for John. “You first Dave. She took me to the bedroom and after an hour and a half Amy. She wore a new outfit, more of a tube-like cocktail dress. It was silvery gray, stretchy tight and stopping right below her crotch. Platform soles allowed her heels an extra inch. It felt like walking on stilts and utterly sluttish. She kept her eyes down. A soft applause rose from the table and she couldn't suppress a blush.Resuming her place at Charrier's elbow, she looked around the table. Some of the girls had their breasts out; there was kissing and fondling going on. Her neighbor leant. She had just polished off a plate of beans on toast when the doorbell rang. Hoping against hope that it was Emma or Deirdre, she sprang up and almost ran to the door. When she saw it was Fergal, her face fell and she was forced to apologise profusely when he looked so hurt.She stepped aside to invite him in and they both sat slumped on the living room sofa.“I’ve missed you,” he told her, gazing into her eyes. The lack of human contact for the past few days, her parents obviously didn’t count,.