Because I did not thinkthat I would be going to a party while here, and I did not have a fancydress in the first place. {This was awhile ago when boys...and girls gotdressed up to go to parties, not like today where anything goes.}The three of us went shopping for a nice dress. There was the usualbickering between Aunt Elsa and mother on which dress was prettiest; Ididn't seem to have a choice in the matter. The outcome was that mombought the one she liked best and Aunt Elsa bought the one she. She was in a red saree standing tall and elegant. With minimum makeup. Looking hot.We took off to a mall nearby. I told her now that we love each other she should feel young and look young. We need to groom her appearance. She should look like my gf.We went in the mall did extensive shopping.We bought her latest undergarments, hot pants, yoga pants, track pants, and jeans. Various tops.Tank tops. And we bought some sexy night dress for her.Then we took her to parlor for complete makeover. From. Now both of us wanted to do a lot more with each other. So we decided to go in Raj’s car, find an isolated spot outside the city and have sex. We started driving and I removed my normal clothes and was in the bikini. I had also carried a little makeup and wig which I put on.Now I was looking like a complete hooker and Raj was very horny. We drove out of the city on to the highway. As Raj was driving, I was caressing his tool. After a few minutes, we came across hills. Raj immediately stopped. I should have known it was a thinly veiled plot to get me into bed, but I naively believed her intentions were innocent at the time. Although I’m over six feet tall, I’m still a plain looking Jew, with unexciting brown hair and bespectacled blue eyes. I’m skinny, but not at all fit. Totally not in Vicky’s league, or so I thought. I’d been rejected and friend-zoned by girls like her numerous times in the past and had a developed a defense mechanism—I never initiated. I no longer assumed girls.