I know this is all up to me. There's no pressure - no coercion. Just an offer that I am desperate to resist. I can't do it - I musn't. The littany...pervades my thoughts as I open the door to the office suite and the plush carpet meets the high heels adorning my feet. The swish of my stocking encased thighs resounds in my ears as I make my way through the silent hallway past offices praying that one of them holds a presence. Just one person would stop me from doing this insane act. But, to. “Isn’t that a woman’s costume?” You ask. She waves a hand as she shifts through the costumes on the rack.“Think of how funny it would be, I would bet you could win a contest if you went as Bo Peep.” She says.You think it odd that she mentioned a contest since the cover charge for the party was twenty bucks which went into a pot for the best costume. “But wouldn’t I need…um…breasts to be Bo Peep?” You say, almost embarrassed to say breasts in front of this elderly lady. She turns and holds up a. "He's taking it better than me! I exclaimed, "They had every intention of firing you from the moment they hired you! Aren't you pissed?!"He shrugged and said, "I was for a few seconds. But I understand how they felt. My conscience bothered me when guys started telling me about some of the men who were actually qualified for the job but didn't get it because of me."And look at you! How can I sit here beside a beautiful woman dressed the way you are and be upset about anything. I'm the envy of. ‘Sure, in class I’ve done a few,’ I told her trying to be nonchalant. ‘Would you want to- I mean, well. I think it would be a cool thing to have, you know a once in a lifetime- Or do you think that would be too weird? You know, since we know each other so well?’ ‘No, not at all. I mean, if you were ok with it. I know some tricks to help you if your uncomfortable.’ ‘Tricks?’ ‘Sure- like wearing a sheet, keeping the room warm, stuff like that.’ ‘Oh,’ did she blush? ‘That’s thoughtful.’ ‘All in.