Obviously.It seemed that most of the Pink Ladies made their transformations inthe privacy of their own homes. If they were seeking anonymity thatmade...sense, but I admired their courage in driving - or being driven -here in full drag. I doubt I could have done that.I was astonished to see that well over half of the 'lady visitors'were indistinguishable from actual women. They couldn't all besupportive wives, so I supposed that just showed how accomplished theclub members were at their female. I'm sorry." He hung his head in fear. My jaw dropped as a tough realization finally hit me. I knew that I would have to endure much more pain than that if I was going to be accepted into this group."First you losers are gonna have to strip down." Jamal commanded, holding his hands at his waist in a dominant pose. Both I and the other boy looked at him with puzzled faces."But...Jamal...isn't that a little weird?" I asked, trying to be polite. Suddenly, he flung his hand forward and grabbed. "I would appreciate it if you would take off your boots before coming into my house."It was Ms. Williams. She might be a bitch, but I'd forgotten how hot she was. She is about 55 but with a body to kill for. She has shoulder length black hair and is just beautiful. Rumor was she started off as Mr. Williams' trophy wife before she went back to law school. She had on her glasses, a black leather blazer, nice white satin blouse with pearls, a tight, black leather skirt that came just above her. They began their drinks and Anjali was beginning to get a buzz. Maybe it was the whiskey but she couldn’t help looking at her father-in-law, her eyes studying his massive body and handsome face.After half an hour, she was on her way to bring her cell phone from her room. Just then the phone rang in the drawing room. The other set of the phone rang in the room upstairs and she picked it up at the same time as her hsuband picked up the phone downstairs.” Hello, sahib” Anjali heard a strange.