Arriving at the party

The party was already in full swing as Mitchell and Tanya pulled up in their car at the designated time that Rachel had instructed.

As they climbed out of their parked vehicle, dressed in their permitted travel clothes, they eyed the residence nervously. During their initial training and before their complete surrender, Rachel had taken great delight in staging their struggles in public. However, recently she had been satisfied with more private showings, which only served to heighten the feeling of impending embarrassment that was about to crash down upon them both.

Rachel has refused to be drawn on who was attending the party, or who the party was for. However, she had promised a climax, and neither Tanya nor Mitchell were under any illusions that they would not have a prominent role to play in that.

Mitchell adjusted the tight hot pants, and tried stretch out the blouse again, but it was as futile now as it was the dozen or so other times he'd tried the same thing. Beside him, Tanya also shifted self-consciously in her pony-girl outfit, and let out the occasional embarrassed whinny as passers-by walked past them and turned to stare bemusedly.

The path to the front door was one they'd walked quite a few times now, but that had always been to meet with just Rachel. Now, the heightened anticipation and fear that came with not knowing who else was behind that door left a sharp taste in their mouths.

Tanya has already humiliated herself at her High School Reunion, and Mitchell had more than embarrassed himself at a club and at a hardware store. Still, there was something about the intimacy of a house party that made their struggles that much more palpable.

Two men that Mitchell recognized from the local comic book store were animatedly discussing the latest Star Wars trailer, light beers in hand, when they both simultaneously caught sight of Mitchell in his blouse and hot pants. The top left no room for doubt that it was a woman's cut, and the hot pants left little to the imagination as well. The only thing that saved him from being immediately subjected to howls of laughter was the shocking sight of the pony-girl beside him.

The two men's jaws dropped to the ground, and they looked at each other.

"Was... was this a fancy dress party?" one of them asked.

Rachel had prepared Mitchell and Tanya for such a question, and Tanya duly trotted out the required answer.

"No, it's not a fancy dress party. This is just how I like to dress now." She paused, and then embarrassingly added a whinny on to the end of that, before prancing up the steps, waving her hoofed hands in front of her. Mitchell followed closely behind, not clear yet in his own mind whether he was more embarrassed by wearing the women's clothing, or having come with pony-girl.

As they stepped in the house, it was evident that Rachel has supplied the party well with ****, and hadn't been stingy about handing it out early on. There were already some raucous conversations going on, and both Mitchell and Tanya recognized several more people from the comic store event that had transpired on Mitchell's birthday.

Even the owner was there, and as Tanya caught his eye, he coughed into his drink before staring slack-jawed at the tall red-head.

Tanya looked away, and the two immediately went to find Rachel. Music was blaring out of the speakers, and there was a motley collection of junk food and drink on a large serving table. There were more men than women at the party, and the men who were here didn't seem to be the type who found it easy to talk to the opposite sex. The women were congregated in several small groups, and as they tried to find Rachel, they ran into one such group.

Mitchell tried to sneak past without making a scene, but one of the women turned around and caught a full look at Mitchell at close range.

She laughed immediately and instinctively, and nudged some of her friends, who also turned to look and had the same reaction.

"Nice hot pants!" one woman called out.

"I think I own that same blouse!" another woman added, teasingly.

Mitchell shifted uncomfortably in the emasculating clothing, and didn't respond as he trained all of his attention on finding their mistress.

Tanya was quietly making pony noises as incredulous party goers paused in mid-conversation to watch her go by, and she threw in the occasional fake trot or gallop in case Rachel was somehow observing her and would disapprove of her lack of commitment to the role.

As the two headed towards the kitchen, they finally spotted Rachel on the other side of the room, and made an immediate beeline for her.