When I went to see Mel the next day, she was all excited to hear about the party, and how my costume went. I told her it went well, and that hardly an...one recognized me. She was so happy, and I mentioned to her that it was too bad that she wasn't there to see me. I did casually say that if she wanted to see me as a girl, maybe we could go out for a drink. I could tell she was excited so we made plans for Friday night.I didn't tell her that I was already practicing my make up and got a sexy long. Karen panicked. “Wait! Where are you going?”“It’s okay. I’ll just be over there getting a couch dance.” She pointed to a row of curtained cubicles at the far end of the room.“Maybe wifey wants to join us,” suggested the stripper, eyeing Karen lustily. “Only thing I like better than white women is married white women.”“No, not tonight, stud. I want you all to myself,” Brandee said, clinging possessively to his muscled arm. “Just wait here, Karen. I won’t be long.” As they left, Karen heard. Finally, fully dressed, I looked in the mirror. I still could not believe it. Not bad , I thought to myself. My engineer boots gave me 2 inches of extra height, so I was now about 6'3". I knocked on Lydia's door and she opened.She was clad in a white lace body suit, a white leather garter belt on the outside holding up white thigh-highs. "Wow, you look totally HOT," was her comment to me. She then affixed a white dog collar to her neck and attached a chain. "Ready?" she asked. "Not really,"I. Maybe he had taken the picture in an idle moment and forgot it. But then that wouldn't account for her missing panties. The reason she'd come to snoop in her cousin's room in the first place.The first drawer yielded nothing. She found a tangle of socks and shorts and a necktie which looked like it had never been worn much. At the corner in the back she picked up a small foil package and examined it. A fairly good brand of rubbers. Betty smiled and felt the tingles shoot through her again. She.