Or just grab a botle of gin and get in a liquor-chugging contest with the girl next to you!

You wake up the next day. The sunlight shining through the drapes offends your hung-over eyes. Your last memory is of chugging down a good portion of a bottle of liquor, hanging out with a couple of girls that were impressed by your drinking ability, and then... maybe dancing? After that... you remember nothing. You look around and realize where you are. You’re laying on the couch in the living room of Richard’s cabin, still in your dress from last night. You don't remember how you got back here, but you're relieved to find that you did get back.

As you slowly drag yourself off the couch to go to the bathroom, your find your whole body is sore. (including a part or two that you would not have expected to be sore…) Walking to the bathroom, you notice your thong feels a little moist between your legs, and hope that it’s just sweat and that you didn’t pee on yourself. When you finally make it to the bathroom, you put the toilet seat down, pull up your dress, and slide your panties down to your knees. As you sit down and start to pee, you immediately notice the distinct smell of semen, and realize that moisture your thong has soaked up is cum. You feel slightly relieved that it’s not pee, and tell yourself that you must have had a wet dream while passed out on Richard’s couch. As you examine your sperm-soaked panties, you notice some pubic hairs stuck to the inside and start to brush them off… but see that one or two of them are unusually dark, course, and curly. You pick one up and hold it closer to your face. You don't know where it came from but you are sure it’s not yours. Dropping it on the floor, you wonder how somebody else’s pubes got in your underwear? You must have picked them up from sitting on a strange couch in a short dress. It isn’t until you’re almost finished peeing that you even realize that you sat down to pee. You aren’t sure if you did it just because you’re hung over, or because you feel feminine… Pushing all that out of your mind, you stand, pull your panties back up (unconsciously tucking your penis back between your legs) and flush.

You go to the mirror and look at yourself. Your make-up is smeared and your hair is a sticky mess. Feeling gross, you strip and get in the shower. In the shower, you wash off a few more questionable pubic hairs that are stuck to your body. When you wash between your butt cheeks, you can’t help but notice how sore and swollen your butthole is. You don’t know why. Your mind doesn’t want to piece together the strange pubes, sore ass, cum-soaked thong and sticky hair into the logical explanation of what happened last night. After the shower, you dry off and stumble outside naked to get your now-dry clothes off the line. You change into them, go back to the couch and go back to sleep.

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Later that day, Richard helps you bleach your hair back to a reasonable facsimile of your natural blond and says that if anybody notices your hair is lighter than normal, just tell them it got bleached by the sun over the weekend. Once you've sobered up a little more, Richard takes you back to your house. Along the way, you try to find out any information you can about last night. Richard doesn't really have any. He just knows that you disappeared for a long time at the party. When he was ready to go, he looked for you everywhere but couldn’t find you, and started getting worried. Of course, you eventually did show up (drunk out of your mind) and Richard took you back safely to his cabin. He sounds sincere when he tells you he doesn't know anything about what you did last night.

You believe him, but still think he finds a little too much joy in knowing that he made you go to a party as a girl.
(and that you apparently enjoyed it)