A disheveled Amy

The door opens to reveal a rather young pretty woman who looks a little worse for wear. Even though her eyes a red, puffy, and bloodshot as if she'd been crying and her clubbing dress had been replace by well worn sweats, Amy still looked beautiful to you. That beauty grew ten fold as her face shifted to glee while she called out, "Josie! You came!" and wrapped her arms around your neck in a big hug. "I was so worried you would be too upset with me."

Looking over your shoulder, she sees Tory waiting half way up the walk and he gives her a nervous wave. Pulling back from the hug, she looks at you a bit more critically and notes your mussed lipstick mirrors the shade rubbed around his lips. Making eye contact she reluctantly asks, "do you need to say good bye to your boyfriend or can you not stay?"

Of course you can stay, it's why you're here, you think to yourself until you realize she's looking past you. Turning you see Tory still standing there staring at you as well as the occupants of the car parked on the street. You brief turn to her and start "he's not my..." but then note this is not a conversation you want to have outside. Turning back to Tory, you shout out with a wave, "thank you for the ride, but I'm all good now."

"Maybe not all good, but it was a hell of a ride," Monica shouts out in reply as the others woot out their support before laughing.

Tory cringed without turning around and says, "I'm sorry about them. I'm glad we could help." He takes a step back before he pauses and shouts back to you, "and I was serious; text sometime and we can do something calmer."

You immediately turn to Amy and ask her, "can we go in now?"

With a slight giggle, she leads you inside to her living room couch.

Before you can even finish sitting down, Amy starts in, "I'm really sorry for running out on you like that, but after Jenny went after that creep, and then to find out you'd been trusting her with this instead of me it just felt like a double betrayal. Then seeing how much you enjoyed it compounded what I had just admitted to you. It was all just too much. I had to get out of there. I'm so sorry."

"really it's not..." you start but she interrupts you.

"Look, I know you stopped your fun with... that guy to come help me, but I really need to get this out..."

It was your turn to interrupt her, "I wasn't having fun with him. He bumped into me when I was trying to catch up to you and had his friends bring me here," you said glossing over facts. "I don't enjoy this. It was Jenny's idea..."

Amy interrupts again, "Josie, its okay I saw your... eruption on your thigh. I know guys like to dress up sometimes." Amy tries to assure you as she grasps you hands. As she does, you can't help but note the contrast of the smooth, soft thighs sticking out of the short skirt versus the loose, comfy sweats fit for a jog or sloughing around home; the fact its you in the short skirt and sexy legs, and your crush in the sweats flips your head hard. Yet, you can see a lingering white trail on your thigh and try to pull down the skirt, but end up leaving your hands in your lap as its too short to cover the dried cum on your leg. Blushing and trying to avoid looking at her, you quietly say, "it's not because of the dress...."

"'Dress up', sweetie. You're not wearing a dress. That is a very cute top and skirt though. And the fact you're wearing those heels in public; its just impressive! And look, I know I'm not as... worldly as Jenny when it comes to guys, but I know they don't just spew semen just because. If you like dressing up and looking cute, its okay. It really is okay, its not like we're back in the 1900's. You can be accepted. I know it helps me get a thrill knowing guys are looking at me when I glam up; its great for the confidence. And if you get more than just a thrill you don't have to be ashamed of it; I just hope you know you can be honest with me and I'm not going to judge you because you like a bit of silk and lace, too. You can femme it up..."

Her rambling going on about how its okay to be turned on by dressing as a girl finally gets to you; part of you feels the need to dissuade her from thinking this get up was something you liked and you blurt out, "it wasn't because of this outfit; it was just my phone against the cage that did it to me." As soon as you said it, your eyes go wide as you realize you said too much in trying to convince her and look at her in pure shock hoping she didn't catch it.

However, that's quickly dissuaded as she asks, "what 'cage'?"

"Nothing, just the phone vibrations against my... thing and its just sensitive. Its nothing sorry, just this dressing wasn't my idea..."

"But what 'cage', Josie? That's not something you just accidentally say." Amy says not letting it go.

"Look, I'm sorry, I misspoke, I'm just trying to tell you its not because of the outfit and I just really wanted to get closer to you and I..."

However, Amy's passion gets to her and is done with being lied to. She erupts, "now listen here! You're trying to tell me you don't enjoy dressing up, yet you show up to a club with Jenny and you're dressed like the cutest little party girl in a hot little top, short skirt, and high heels, and try to tell me that pretty little face and adorable hair is not something you enjoy, yet you finally found the courage to go out in public. Now, I'm willing to admit it might be Jenny's help that got that makeup to look that good, but you don't go out in public looking sexy like that and cum in the middle of a club unless its something you enjoy. I made what I thought was a mistake with you before and ended up inadvertently confessing to your face. If you were ever interested in us being more than friends, than I need you to be honest with me even if its some silly kink you have and stop fucking lying to my face! Just admit you like looking like a pretty girl & stop messing with my head!"

Exasperated you start, "I'm serious this was the only time I've dressed like a girl. It was Jenny's idea and it was her stupid cage that my phone vibrated against when you called and...." Your brain pauses as you process what she said & blush as the girl you think is gorgeous & amazing paid you a complement. "You think I'm 'pretty'?"

Amy is suddenly disarmed by your cute observation, "well, ya. That's why I know... or at least thought I knew this wasn't your first time. What did you do it if it was Jenny's idea?"

"She said she had a surefire way to get you to like me as more than a friend, but I had to help her stop Mike from picking you up. But that I had to do it 'undercover' since it was girl's night," you tried to explain.

Amy was getting even more heated at Jenny as she angrily asked, "how did she say this 'surefire way' to get into my panties would work??"

"Uh, she didn't say, and just that you would like me more, but I had to help her get Mike first." You answered and then quietly asked, "did I have a chance to 'get in your panties'?"

"Well, I might let you have a pair now," Amy jokingly answers, but bites her lip as she nervously said, "but I didn't want to ruin my friendship with Joe by letting it get physical." However, she quickly changes the topic back to her earlier question, "but what is this 'cage' thing you keep talking about that Jenny gave you?"

You bit your lip not sure how to respond and quietly say, "she thought it would be a problem if... something pushed out the front of my skirt. So she had this plastic tube that... held things in place."

Amy's eyes got wide as she suddenly realized you meant a cock cage. She'd heard of them, but thought they were something only really kinky people used. However, she refrained from saying anything other than, "Oh."

You both sat their in awkward silence unsure what to say. She finally breaks the silence when she puts together something else, "but, wait. If this wasn't something you did before and only for Jenny, then what's with the voice? I mean its a little squeaky, but it fits your cuteness. But why keep it up and not just talk like 'Joe' when its just us?"

You reach up to the choker realizing how used to the voice you had already gotten, "its this choker. Jenny had me put it on to help with my voice." You slip it off and say, "see..." your voice is still kind of high but you clear your throat and try again, "see, just Joe." The voice is decidedly higher than your normal voice, but definitely lower than 'Josie's' was.

"Oh, wow," Amy says with pure amazement.

"Ya, kind of weird," you admit looking at the choker thinking how something so small could make such a change, but glad your voice is getting back to what you were used to.

"Ya, its pretty unsettling," Amy says and sheepishly asks, "could you put it back on? Just odd having Joe's voice come out of a pretty face."

"Oh, uh, ya," you reply and nervously put it back on trying not to screw up whatever this is with Amy. With it back in place, you look at her and say, "this better?" in the almost squeaky voice.

Something in Amy's eyes light up and a look you'd long to see for years comes across her face as she says, "much," before she lunges in and starts kissing you.

You're shocked at first, but realize this isn't some chaste friendly kiss and quickly accept it, and close your eyes relishing this is the most intimate you've ever been with this girl you've longed for.

Author's note: Thank you all so much for coming with me on this little deviation to raiien's story. They had a really great premise and just inspired this tangent I had to share. Unfortunately, as fun as this little palate cleanser has been, I'm going to jump back to working on my next episode of my Costumed Chaos series. I hope to revisit Amy and Joe/Josie some other time, but I need to get back to Paul/Vyki, Molly, and crew.

If you liked this, you might enjoy my series of stories that are in this vein; hundreds of chapters and over a half-million words!

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