As a talented writer andphotographer, he’d paid expenses by doing articlesfor magazines and other publications. He’d become abit of a loca... celebrity. Plus, it was his twentyfifth birthday. He was tanned, buff, and even betterlooking than when he had left.After the buffet some music was started in hisparent’s back yard and the dancing began. As theplentiful drinks flowed, quite a few of the youngwomen from the neighborhood and his high schoolclass, both single and not, began. "Do you think your sister will like these?" she asked him, holding up acute pink t-shirt, jeans with sparkly designs on the legs and a lavendersundress."Uh-hum,," he said. Next they walked over to the intimates section, Annpicked out a single pair of pale blue panties with a satin panel in thefront and lace on the hips in Alex's size, and a package of assortedcotton panties. Then the hard part, she went over to the girl's bras andlooking over the training bras she grabbed a couple she thought. ”“We know all your names, Chico, that is correct.”“So you must have met up with the women we lost at Rabbies Dram.”Fatimapaused. “I won’t answer questions like that, not yet.”Chiconodded. “Can I ask? What sort of position are Toro and I bargaining from? If we decide to part company, will our pistols still be on the table? Are you the leader of your group?”Fatimashook her head. “No, I’m not the leader. And the guns you left on the table are already gone. We debated this point last night. We. What if Iwas the only one dressed like this? Or if others dressed but stillthought I was queer looking? Fat chance of me ever making friends then!I'd forever be 'that pervert in the dress.' Maybe I should have gonewith the campy drag, at least then no one would suspect I was seriousabout this. Was it too late to back out? Yes, it was. If I didn't gotoday, I never would.As I walked across the parking lot I could barely put one foot in frontof the other. What had I gotten myself into? I took a.