Wyatt is my uncle,” she snootily introduced herself. “I take it you’re Jordan.”“Oh, yes ma’am! It’s nice to meet you,” he extended his...hand.Tasha rolled her eyes and huffed slightly, “I’m not that old.”“I didn’t mean any harm. I’m sure we’ll get along fine.”“I bet,” she smirked. “Nice pictures. Who’s that,” she inquired pointing at the photograph farthest to the left.“Oh,” the caramel-skinned twenty-seven year old smiled warmly. “That’s Viceroy. He’s my cocker spaniel.”“Cute,” she lied. “That. It was long hot hours and we sometimes snipped at each other, but at the end of the day we were always holding each other and smiling. Sandy's and my showers together afterwards were especially fun. I love it when my girl smells like a french fry but getting to clean my wife's nook and cranny is fanfuckintastic.It would take a couple of weeks to put my plan in effect. In the mean time it was kind of cool around our house. Sandy hasn't put the whole "girlfriend home visit" out of her mind yet.. He had spent so much time wearing simple torn trousers and light white shirt he was no longer used to fancier clothes. He found the collar of his clean white shirt tight around his neck, the lace itched as well. His coat was long and dark blue with gold embroidery around the sleeves and tails. His trousers also fit snugly more so than they really should but they did belong to someone else so they would have to do for tonight. His black shoes gleamed from the polishing he gave them, he smiled. At one of their shows an agent told them that he had seen them before asguys, but that he could give them a contract if they would perform asgirls. They thanked him, but told them it was just an occasional thingfor them and that it wasn't something they wanted to do on a regularbasis. They would each eventually find full-time jobs and they would droptheir emo looks and the band would only get together occasionally for jamsessions.Finally, it was time to change into the final gown. This one.