The night of the party

You leaned on the counter, staring into the mirror, trying to see anything masculine about the reflection. It wasn’t working

You absent mindedly pushed a lock of hair back behind your ear, a feminine trait that you had unknowingly adopted after the latest disaster of a hairstyle you had gotten. The platinum hair really made you stand out, and you still weren’t used to the gazed of the men checking you out.

Madge and Shannon were adamant about you perfecting your flirting skills They also insisted that you stop being a wallflower, which was pretty much unthinkable sporting this eye catching hairdo

Madge, Shannon, and Carol had once again dragged you to the department store on Friday, blowing your paycheck on suitable attire for the party, which you were now wearing

A tight girdle lifted your rear, smoothed your crotch, and nipped in your waist severely. Your matching bra, complete with padding, gave you quite the hourglass figure. You hated the construction of the undergarments, but the ladies would insist that you wore them to the party.

You could feel the seamed stockings you had to get tug on the girdle’s garters with every mincing step you took. And you had to take mincing steps because your feet were crammed into very pointy stilettos The black dress they had selected for you wasn’t helping much, either

The skirt was tight, about knee length, and had a small walking slit in the back it **** you to sway your hips with each step, something else you hated the bodice was tight around your crushed waist and clung to all of your fake curves. The top had two wide straps, leaving your shoulders bare. Opera gloves and a whispy shoulder wrap completed the ensemble. Dark eye makeup and bright red lipstick completed your look, and what a look it was.

A horn honked outside. Sighing, you sprayed yourself with the perfume you’d been **** to buy and hurried as fast as you could in that awful dress downstairs and out the door.

Carol and Eleanor were in Eleanor’s car. Eleanor absolutely beamed when she saw you. She got out of the car and flipped the seat forward, as you had a bit of difficulty getting into the back seat with your tight dress on.

Eleanor got back in and pulled out, heading to Sarah’s “You look like a Hollywood starlet, Erica! The men will be drooling over you!” She said, glancing back at you in the rear view mirror

“Great,” you said dryly, dreading what was to come at the party