Despite my protests, we tried that very night onstage in a small club in LA. The ladies and I hit a vintage clothingstore in the afternoon and by 10P... I was on stage in women's boots,tights, a plaid pleated mini skirt and a tight Ramone's t-shirt thatcovered my new bra and the breast forms glued to my hairless chest.Sophie and Abby went to town on my face with heavy but tasteful make upand the spent some time styling and spraying my hair.I wasn't thrilled about them plucking and shaping my. I use to lay in bed waiting for him to go to sleep. Once he did I would get up get my cloths that I had hidden, get dressed real sexy and sneak out the back door. I’d wear my high heels, silk stocking, a nice wig that I saved up for, and I had this real tight dress I would wear. It was so tight I could bearley walk in it. I could only take little steps. Each night I went out I walked a little further, till one night I made it all the way down to the boulevard 5 blocks away. I was just about. So I started trying to make it happen, the more we did shots and drank beers the more I wanted to do it.The alcohol was affecting Kelli too. I’d never seen her drunk before but it was obvious the way she was laughing like me that she was, and Matt was getting a little loose too.It was getting late and I was getting really horny and wanted to see if I could move things along. Yes that’s right I was thinking about myself. But I figured we all could have a good time if Kelli would join in with. On Friday of that first week, I wake up without avoice. I cannot teach my classes that day, so I faxover a letter of absence to the school, and settle downin bed to catch up on some reading all day. (I figure Ican still make it to the 4:00 art-therapy class, sinceI won’t have to talk!) Just after lunch, my doorbell rings. I am very glad tosee it is Kyong, paying a sick-call visit. She lookswonderful: blue and green checked shirt, cyclingtights, and her hair in one long ponytail that.