She stripped off in double-quick time and turned her back to me.'Take a look at my ass,' she said.I was sitting on the end of the bed so couldn't have...avoided looking at her backside if I'd wanted to. And I did not want to avoid looking at it.'What do you see?' She asked.I was silent, stunned by the view, for at least ten seconds. 'Perfection. Round, firm, sweet perfection,''Well, yeah, obviously,' she said, with a hint of impatience. 'Anything else? What about the colour?''Alabaster. Also. I looked at the door marked "MEN", which was right next to another doorwhere a half-dozen girls in identical antebellum costumes were semi-patiently lined up, and took a deep breath. They looked at me somewhatjealously as I, still clutching my gloves, pushed myself, and my skirts,through the door and into the men's room.The bathroom was empty, of course. This was the most breathing room I'dgotten in several minutes, and it contained the first large mirror I'dseen since putting on the dress. . He could hardly believe his eyes as his skin was three or four shadesdarker than before, as he started at himself with shiny bronzed tones.He turned his arms right and then left, amazed at how his skin glistenedas it didn't look black, but no longer looked white now either. His newcoppery type glow was even more embellished as he refocused his eyes tothe mirror, fully examining his entire new look. Gone was his mousybrown hair, as a thick caramel blonde hair mane filled with honeylowlights now. She loved her sorority sisters, but that wasn’t her. At least, not anymore. That was until tonight. She arrived at the game midway through the first quarter. Her beloved team was losing by two touchdowns.At the game, she said exasperatedly and slightly tipsily, “Why are we losing? Somebody, anybody, tell me why the fuck we are losing?!"Little did she know; she was being watched by some boys behind her who wanted to score also.Red was the color of passion. Touchdown after touchdown, the team.