I was on high alert, very conscious of my nakedness underneath the towel. Grace and I had made a bet on our card game; the loser couldn’t wear anyth...ng under their towel to the hotel steam room. I lost.Grace led the way through to the lobby towards the steam room. As we walked, she looked back at me and giggled at my situation. With one motion, she dramatically unwrapped her towel and draped it over her arm, taunting me for not being able to do so. My eyes darted down to her perfect ass, now. As long as Roger signed off on the weddings, they were legal, and he was quite happy to consent to Jen marrying him while Ninve wedded Annbrith. The numbers of refugees had slowed down due to shifting political currents back East and the Republic had decided to make it easier to exit the program to reduce its volume.“Maybe soon, they’ll get around to legalizing polygamy, which would be the obvious choice,” Roger whispered to Jen, who nodded and winked at him.“Then, by the power vested in me by. Then I slid my look down him until I saw the bulge in the front of his trousers. I smiled to myself. Then I looked further, meeting my own eyes and seeing what I saw in the mirror each morning. But the look spread to include my entire face. Bright colored eye makeup, nice nose, red lips, a shining red smile. The lobes of my ears and the dangling earrings peeked out from the dark, fluffed hair. This pretty woman looked back at me and, for a moment, dislocated me, my reality switching into a. "Well?" she insisted."I'm picking out your clothes for today," Sarah explained."You're picking out my clothes?" Betty asked, confused."Yes, I want to see how you look in them," the obdurate Sarah replied."But, but..." Betty stammered."Do you have a problem with that?" Sarah asked evenly, crossing her arms and giving Betty a cold look."Um, no," Betty gave in."Fine," Sarah announced. "Then go shower before you get dressed." She glanced down at Betty's blanket covered crotch. "I think you might be.