“Yeah, we’ll be out in a minute!”A few minutes passed and the girls finally come out of the bathroom. Lydia had an odd look on her face.“Can w... take the ecstasy now?” Lydia asked.I wasn’t going to argue and we dosed up. Not thirty minutes later, Carolyn said she would be right back and walked into the bedroom, closing the door. Lydia and I made small talk, and a few moments later the bedroom door opened. There stood Carolyn in the most see-through, sexy lingerie I had ever laid eyes on. Lydia. Every girl dressed elegantly while making sure that her best features were on display while covering the worst ones in a way that made you want to look away. The guys were all in a tux, but instead of all black, there were dark reds, deep greens, navy to royal blues, whites, and browns. I did hold back a laugh when I noticed that there were each made from one of three styles of tuxedos. Each guy was doing their best to look like all-important pompous assholes. Most failed miserably.The girls,. "I think you should be a brunette tonight."He donned the wig, and she made minor adjustments until she was happywith the look.Trish, finally sprayed some perfume on Joel's neck and wrists. "You smellgood en ought to eat," she told him. "Don't look too bad either"Joel looked in the mirror, and for the first time really looked at theresults. Up until now he'd only been thinking of the process, and howgood his wife looked.He was surprised at how good he looked, again he'd never pass as a woman,his. Therefore walking to the entrance arm in arm with my love and greeting the guests proved to be disastrous. Except for Doris, my brilliant agent accompanied by her latest pretty teenage girlfriend, embracing Melinda like a long lost friend in her tall and deceptively skinny warmth, coldness prevailed. People I thought I knew seemed to view Melinda as some sort of chippie, not even glamorous but odd, and I had gone mad choosing her as my escort. The leers and withering looks muffled by etiquette.