Monica had said no to my wearing a wig, so wewalked down the path, me in my pink maid's dress, heels on my feet,earrings in my newly pierced ears, and...heads turned. I blushed witheach passer-by. I felt like the lead float in the Pride Parade. Mynails were painted silver. I had a single pearl on a chain around myneck."Look, Amy," Monica said, loud enough to be. heard. "That womanrecognizes you. She thinks you're gay. Are you gay, Amy." You know I'm not," I said, hoarsely."I know I didn't think. I arrived around seven and he opened his door in a bath robe. He lived alone because his family apparently was well off . We went past his living room and told me to follow him to his bedroom. I stood in a room surrounded by dozens of dresses, nylon stockings, shoes and wigs. He even had a vanity, which I suspected full of make up items." I did notice you are very feminine, so I took my chance and decided to show you all the stuff I had collected. I do not dress anymore, but I do like to help. After a few minutes had passed Jan’s hand was on the inside of Donna’s thigh, slowly creeping up towards her triangle, suddenly Donna stopped her and said “I’m not gay”, Jan said “You don’t know if you’ve never tried it”, and carried on.As Jan’s fingers slipped on to the front of Donna’s knickers they were still kissing, as Jan’s fingers explored Donna’s pussy, running up and down her crack, Donna laid back and sighed. Jan crouched on the floor and opened Donna’s legs, started to lick the. She felt like she was flowing into him. She knew it was really just her will leaving her. She was going to do any thing Bill wanted her to do. She knew that if she did, she would please him, and he would reward her with mind-blowing lovemaking.She pulled back from him to start the dinner routine. The sooner it got started the sooner it would be over. She ushered him to the table, telling him that it was ready. Bill held on to her and told her she was not ready yet. She questioningly looked at.