"Good girl April. Over to your dressing table now honey."As I wobbled over I felt simultaneously hobbled and exposed. My legs weredisplayed for all to...see - my arms too, in a way that felt very differentfrom, say, wearing a T-shirt. The cotton of the knickers I wore, the silkand steel of the waist cincher and the scratchy black lace of the braall nagged at me constantly making me totally aware of my predicament.The skirt swished around my thighs and backside as I moved, seatingmyself awkwardly. I found a long auburn wig - I only wished I could have hair like that - and started doing my makeup. In all my years of dressing I never really did makeup; between not having time, not wanting to get caught with not getting it all off, and not having everything I needed, I was inexperienced to say the least.As I was doing my makeup, trying to remember the how to videos I had seen online. Pam called over the radio, “Mary, where the hell are you? Get that pretty little ass of yours back here. It was a warning tap.Lisa came back in the room slightly out of breath. “Here it is. I got it.” She was excited.Steve typed in some more and then, “Ok. Now we need a screen name.”Lisa was confused, “But we just put my name in with the credit card information.”Josh explained, “No, this is the name that you go by. A secret name so people won’t know it’s you.”Lisa was leaned over once again. Steve’s face was inches from her boobs, “Gosh. I have no clue. What do you guys think I should put?”Neither. “By the way, she was a maid for the previous tenant also so she knows this place quite well.”“I bet you could tell us some interesting stories, Beulah,” said Nancy.“I could do that, Miss” the Negro maid replied. “I wouldn’t name any names, but I could relate some interesting stories, especially Friday and Saturday nights. A lot of the rest of the time was pure boredom for the girls what with waiting for a paying client to show up.”“You may serve luncheon now, Beulah,” said Madame Chang.The five.