I looked down, I had a slightly exaggerated pussy mound of a young lady. Next the bra, latex breast forms and the blonde wig. I felt amazing. I felt c...mpletely free! Could I ever sit at my desk and not think about this bizarre moment? I looked out the window and was glad I was on the 22nd floor! I caught a glimpse of myself and knew I needed more. I dug through the canvas bag and found the slightly wrinkled skirt. It was pleated! I knew I had the last prop somewhere! My fingers brushed against. "Brenda continued to smile at them for a moment longer. Then her eyeswidened and she seemed to understand what Rachel meant. Her mouth fellopen slightly and her eyes darted rapidly to Bobby."Oh, I get it," she said, and Bobby was glad that her squeaky voice wasgone. "Hey, no problem, I'll help you find whatever you need."Brenda spent the next fifteen minutes taking Bobby around the store,showing him all of their products. Nobody else entered the store, forwhich Bobby was grateful. At the end of. I did not know many people, just John, the bartender.John was not on, but I knew it was early. We found a table along one wall. It was rather hidden, but a couple of tables had a pretty good view, and a couple of seats at one end of the bar could see pretty good. Anyone looking closely could make out the top of her nylon.She asked "Do you dance?'I said "Yes."The crowd was not real heavy, as this was a week night. We both had a couple of drinks, and a small band started to play. Marcy had. Or we can find a quiet corner and snuggle for a while." She kept walking. He watched her go, a little fuddled. But truly not as tipsy as he was acting. He had noticed that her blouse wasn't buttoned up as high as it was earlier. He hoped that meant she would be receptive to his advances later at home."Honey? What happened to your hair?"She was at the doorway and went on in. Suddenly a chill ran up Jim's spine. No. No. Not that! She wouldn't! He started to head back up to the house, then turned.