After applying my make up for a night out I attached my wonderful 38C breast forms. Gawd, do I love these things. Donning one of my many wigs, I slipp...d on a sexy little dress I bought off Amazon. Paired with control top pantyhose I am a sexy 38-27-37. A pair of 4 inch ankle strap hi heels and I was ready to go. I am obviously quite passable as I regularly go for my daily walk/run in femme attire. So, I had no fear jumping in my car and heading to my favorite book store about 35 minutes away.. ”“They needed to know what kind of loser they’d hired.” He looked around and gave a nasty sneer. “Speaking of clean, I think it’s about time to test again.” He looked at this watch. “You have two hours to get to the test center and piss in a bottle.”“Seriously? I don’t have a car and the test center almost two hours away, as is.”“You know the deal. You don’t make it or you fail it, you’re back inside, shithead.” He gave a low, sawing chuckle and headed for his car.“Fuck.”Miguel walked up beside. She came out with a short plaid skirt and a sightly sheer white shirt. I figured what the heck and started to change into the outfit. But apparently my panties were also the wrong choice as she dubbed them "granny panties". She went and dug around in my drawer and found my one thong. I was next told that a black bra under my shirt would be best and she finished me off with some very red lipstick. Oh and my shoes were "lame" so i'm wearing her ankle breaking heels. I think she must have missed. By now, Julie's hand was firmly on my crotch. I could feel her heat through the cloth barrier. My cock was definitely responding now, hardening quickly as she teased its head with a finger, slowly rubbing just in the right place.Julie's hem line was now almost up to her waist - she didn't seem to mind. Anyway, our little corner was private and secluded. I began to move my hand lower, expecting something quite different than what I encountered. "Julie, I know what you mean by special!" as my.