All the signs were there. Despite the warnings, I barreled forward, weaving side to side, rolling along like an oak cask filled with bourbon, which I ...as; I could hear my belly sloshing, mini tidal waves of 90-proof booze crashing against the walls of my thirsty stomach lining. I imbibed one too many mint Julips, or did I?Unable to hold my line, I careened and crashed. I hit what seemed like a wall; thankfully the bouncer’s instincts were catlike, he caught me as I fell, catching me by grabbing. Once dressed, she bid me to follow her upstairs. She opened the door for me and stood.“Will I see you again, Miss Laura?” I asked when I halted in the doorway. It was the middle of the night. The neighborhood was quiet and still.“Possibly,” she granted, and lifted my chin. Her lips touched mine softly and briefly. “Never know.”And then I was outside, standing there, looking left and right, self-conscious about the spunk-splashed shirt I was wearing.“Oh, Sammy,” Laura called from her door.I. I use another generic cream on my arms and legsand torso to feel soft all over and use her Secret deodorant with awhite linen scent. Every little step helps me get into my femininepersona. Even using female deodorant.It's time to fully unpack my things and become Rachael. I lay out mybras and panties and nylons. Oh what to wear? I have basic black, nude,suntan and white pantyhose and suntan and white thigh highs. Pink andwhite are the only colored bras and panties I own. The gaff was next. When I finally rolled out of bed, I threw my kimono robe on over my naked body, tied the sash, and headed to Dale’s room to see if he survived the night.When I got to his room, I could see that he was still sleeping. He was sprawled on his back on top of the blankets, with his arms flung overhead, and his legs splayed across the foot of his bed. My eyes naturally gravitated to his crotch to see if his cock was still sticking out of his boxer shorts through the front pee-slit…….with a grin, I.