.”My head spins like it’s on a swivel while the sound echoes. I can’t tell which direction it’s coming from, just that it’s surrounding me a...d somewhere in the space with me ... I think. My fingers fidget closer to my mouth as I frantically look around. Scared to move and wanting to huddle myself into a corner and hide, if only I knew where the boundaries of the room lay. I want to speak, and ask who made the sound ... but if they can’t see me, I would be giving away my location. I don’t know. .. "Show me the costumes."I had not meant to speak aloud. It is something the whole family does. Sean is constantly speaking his thought process, though often it is only twitches of the lips. If you pay close attention, it is like reading his mind. In my case, I had been blurting things, and getting in trouble for it, for as long as I could remember. Occasionally, it can be useful.Sean and Sheila looked up, their private moment broken. Still, it took only a moment for Sheila to rise and open a. I had a full house with aces over jacks and Bill suggested that we put everything in. Somehow during that exchange our two friends we adding their input. Before I knew what was going on, he had thrown his wife in the pot for the next twelve hours, and my wife had accepted his bet.As I looked around at our friends Jim and Steve were giving me a thumbs up while their wives were in shock. My wife was rubbing my back. Bill’s wife Stella was looking me right in my eyes, licking her lips, and smiling. The mini skirt came down to well above mid thigh and let a cool breeze blow across my tender ass, which it barely covered.My shirt was another goth looking one, this time in a dark purple that went with the blue of the skirt. I pulled thigh high stockings up my legs and marveled at how they felt on my newly shaved legs. The heels took a little getting used to but Jennifer assured me I wouldn't have to walk around in them much.After straightening my wig, we reattached it and Jennifer made sure.