It was time to see if others could experience the heavenly smell as well. I fluffed up my skirt a bit so that the smell could get out. I couldn’t kn...w if anyone caught it but I wanted to make sure that they did. It was then that I came up with a brilliant idea. I used my bench partner, a young innocent boy as my test subject. I dropped my pencil near my feet and asked him to get under the bench and get it for me.I wanted to make sure that the experiment was a success, so I hiked my skirt. "I love you," shewhispered.I nodded and buttoned the last button on the vest."What is it?" she asked."Nothing," I said, staring glumly at my new look. It was but a feminineapproximation of a men's uniform, the material thick and mannish but thecut interpreted for a woman's body. I reached up and touched the sillylittle floppy bowtie with a long nail and realized that I had long agoresigned whatever male privilege to which I may once have been entitled.As a server, albeit a temporary one. This was a job that we all knew had to be done every year. Getting up early and being out on the horses until the job was done could be for a long day, all which I was not looking forward to. Seven in the morning, got the horses loaded in the trailer, mom rushing our lunches out to us as we got ready to take off. Steve would pull the horse trailer with his pickup with Dad and Hank, the ranch hand were each driving the Stock trucks. I chose to ride with my brother Steve. Lucky for us, the. He said that one of his friends was the owner of a strip club downtown. On Thursday nights they had kind of amateur pole dancing show. And the bastard was proposing me to get Anita there to have fun.Of course it was a black club; but Jerome laughed and added that a lot of married white wives went there just for dancing and stripping off on stage in front of black men.Then Anita called me on a video call. I saw she was naked at our bed and she was playing with her favorite black dildo. I told.