Go to the party

Pulling up Stacy's panties was supremely satisfying. They glided right over her thighs and under her skirt, which Wendell then fixed with a quick tug. The bra had been a pain to get on, but everything else was smooth sailing. There was a faint outline and greyish haze on the very back rim of Stacy's skirt where he'd wiped away the cum, but with a set of socks and shoes on, thankfully she was wearing tennis shoes, Wendell was seemingly set to go as Stacy. He looked down at the faint outline of the skinned Hank.

He can wait awhile...right?

Wendell bundled up Hank, pressed him up under an arm and marched back to Hank's truck. In a post orgasm glow, he flung open the door and tossed Hank inside. Hank's skin slapped and jiggled as it hit the passenger seat, Wendell flopped into the driver's seat. He shifted his weight from one ass cheek to the other.

Huh. Can really tell the difference when sitting on this thing.

He closed the driver side door and looked down. His legs were spread wide, like a man. His skirt had ridden up.

I gotta be careful. I don't wanna show everyone Stacy's vadge...or do I?

Deciding to work on his womanly mannerisms a bit, he closed his legs together, then got the idea to look in the vanity mirror on the sunshade. Stacy's eye makeup was fine, but her lipstick was all over the place. He looked at his left hand. In the dim interior light of the truck, he could see red lipstick all over them.

How do I fix this?

Wendell looked about and noticed the passanger floorboard. Stacy had brought her purse. He snatched the bag up and opened it over Hank's form. Inside was: a wallet, some tampons, monthly birth control (thank god for that), loose change, an empty gum package with wrappers, and a pack of cigarettes.

Hmm...

Then, Wendell noticed a side pouch, and inside were some wipes and cosmetics.

Thank you...wait..how do I put this stuff on.

Wendell looked again in the mirror. Her eye makeup was good, by his estimation, so all he really needed was the lipstick. He dug in for the wipes, and cleaned up his fingers and lips to their natural clean color. Then fished around for lip stick. He grabbred the tube out, he plucked off the cap, and twisted the bottom to push up the lipstick.

How do they do it in the movies?

He put a line of lipstick on his lower lip and pushed more his upper lip. After pressing his lips together a few times like he'd seen on the television, and after a few touch-up pokes, it looked good. A little thick, but good. Wendell felt his crotch moisten again, and a smile crept up over Stacy's face. He started the truck, threw it in gear, and pulled away to the party.

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It was a private home of one the students that sat just off campus. It was a sizeable two storey affair that probaby had a dozen rooms. While only on the low end of upper class homes, by Wendell's standards, the place was extravagant.

Lucky ducks...

Wendell had pulled up the long drive, into the grass up behind somebody else's car in a clustered mass of vehicles. He silenced the engine. He looked over through the dim light at the crumpled mass of Hank.

"Hank," Wendell said in amusement, "remember at the beginning of the semester when you headlocked me and made me smell your fingers after fingering Stacy? And then the next week, you told Jeanie Cross you could hear me jerking off in the dorms? Well, that's why you don't get to go the party tonight." Wendell turned his head and looked down at Stacy's body. "Stacy, you don't get to go because you laughed...at both of those. Also because you can't ever remember my name despite meeting me more than a dozen times." With a smug snorting laugh, very un-Stacy like, he flung open the truck and hopped out onto the grass. Looking at the people he could see in the windows, and the few latecomers, Wendell had a thought pop into his head.

What if someone realizes I'm not Stacy? Can't exactly act like her very well...Wait? Who would ever think she was someone else underneath? That's totally out of the realm of reality...well, I used to think so... I think I could probably do anything I want, and the worst anyone would think is that she's lost it...or had a stroke or something. Yeah...

He started to close the door to the truck and then remembered Stacy's purse. As he took up the small bag, his eyes fell across the red raygun. He crammed the bulky thing into Stacy's purse. There seemed to be no good reason not to take it, and whole house full of reasons to take it.

"Here we go."

Inside the music was loud and driving, a song Wendell had heard, but didn't know. A shifting fluid of partygoers danced, smoke, drank, and chatted, all through the house. Most were in costume; there were draculas, frankensteins, a lady Abe lincoln in a shoddy beard, a very short Ronald Reagan, the crow, and many, many more generic costumes.

So, I'm here. What do I do?

"Stacy! What's up?"

It was Guy Hamm. His costume consisted of his normal attire and a pair of sunglasses...at night...indoors.

Does he actually think he's cool? Is he actually cool?

"Hey Guy...just got here," Wendell replied in his best Stacy impression, but he wasn't exactly sure what she'd say specifically, and yelling over the music wasn't easy in the first place.

"Yeah, well party's just getting started. Beer's in the back," Hamm gestured towards the rear of the house what looked like an open kitchen. "Where's Hank?"

"Fold-Uh...sick...with the flu?" Can't believe I almost said, "Folded up on the passenger seat."

"Seemed ok earlier. Hey, you seen Wendell?"

Wendell was a bit quicker this time and kept in mind that Stacy did not know his name. "Who?"

"The short guy? Glasses? He's a bit of a nerd, but a good guy. You guys and him were the only people I hadn't seen yet tonight." He smoothly pulled his shades off his face.

Why is he even asking about me?

"Why do you like that...fucking...dork?" Again, Wendell's Stacy impression was not the best and his voice, though the right pitch, didn't have the right feel.

"You getting the flu too? Anyway I like everybody!" He paused for a short moment and then spotted something behind Wendell. "Well, have a good time Stacy; there's two lovely ladies from the beauty school that need my opinion about their skin care routine. Later!" With that, he flicked his glasses back on and danced away into the crowd. Just at the very edge of the kitchen, he really did throw an arm each around two beautiful women Wendell had never seen before. Wendell's eyes darted from girl to girl as the trio walked away. One was a feathered haired blonde in a cat costume that really emphasized her massive breasts and shapely rear. The other a serious looking redhead in a tight, sexy red bustier with devil horns atop her head. Wendell saw each girl put an arm on Guy, the redhead putting her hand in his jeans' back pocket. And then Wendell noticed.

Why the hell am I wet?