It was at this point Margereturned, took some bottle out of a drawer in front of him and started topaint his face. This sequence continued for a long...time, something he'dlost track of, washing off chemicals, applying new ones, painting more ofhis face, putting hair in huge rollers, more painting, more chemicals. Anage later, when he was under a dryer, his toes and fingernails werepainted in a sparkling pink coloured varnish.Finally Marge told him it was time for him to get dressed. He looked. I just stood there for a minute before relenting and saying gently, "Go to the bathroom, Cheryl, and change into the suit. When you are done, come out and show me how it looks."She glanced at the bathroom in relief, then walked over and closed the door behind her. She clearly believed that I wanted her to change in front of me. I wonder what she would have done had I not said anything. I waited a few minutes, but she did not come out of the bathroom."Is everything OK in there?" I called."It. His stomach rumbled slightly in hunger. He looked at the clock on the vcr/dvd player. It said it was nine o’clock. His stomach rumbled again. He knew he was hungry, and thought about some of the fast food restaurants downtown. There was one he was particularly craving right now. For reasons that he didn’t even really think about, he decided to stretch his legs. Without any real thinking, he got up out of the chair, and was out the door in literally a blink of an eye. He went down the street at. When I came home I was sohorny and then I decided to go for it. It was late (midnight). I dressed very sexy. I wore black silkstockings, black heels, garter belt, short tight spandex mini with lace on the bottom of the skirt, blackturtle neck, wig, and make up. I looked good even though one could tell I was a man.By this time it was about 1 a.m. I got in my car and drove to the Adult Theater and damn did it feel sosexy doing so. Just the feeling of my car's leather seats against my stockings.