As you take a step towards you, you reach for your collar pulling down the zipper to your jacket. As the sides of your jacket begin to spread apart,... the shirt you have chosen to wear becomes exposed. A larger fishnet shirt that shows the definition of your breasts. The holes in the shirt both support your breasts yet at the same time show through to your finer detils. Your niples already hard whether it is from nervousness or excitement. Another step forward and the jacket falls to the. The lightning was more vivid, seeing flashes every two seconds. Sure enough, there was a severe thunderstorm warning flashing on the tv screen. I knew in no time, Sara would be running into my room, getting completely under the covers. As expected, she came in running into my room as she heard a clap of thunder, followed by another flash of lightning. She pulled my covers up, getting under them as quick as possible. I could see a trembling lump of a little girl under my covers. Again it was. I pulled out a nice short kilt skirt, white thin top, light pink bra that shows enough through the top, no panty and stockings to keep warm. I pulled on my pink fuck me heels, put on my makeup, grabbed my coat and left. I was wet with anticipation on my drive to the bar. I called Matt to let him know I was on my way. The bar was packed by the time I got there. It was close to 10PM and I made my way through the crowd to the place Matt mentioned he and Art were hanging out. Matt recognized me. Feminine. You stare at the package. A mix of fear and anticipation course through your veins. You had forgotten all about the masquerade tonight. And what did this guy mean as 'guest of honor'? You dismiss the thought and move to the bedroom. Laying the package on the bed you open it. Inside you see a note with your name on it. Opening it, you read: Thomas, I hope you think me not to forward for choosing your choice of dress for tonight. I just wanted to make sure that you were properly.