The practice continues until the party

One does not learn how to become a woman in a fortnight, no matter how competent the teachers are and how much enthusiasm is put into the process. But I managed to put a decent act, my natural assets were not even the main factor; they did not influence my overall femininity as much as one would expect, but they did increase my attractiveness to men. As we paraded in short skirts, high heels and fancy pantyhose (Max obviously in male clothes) I noticed that I was getting as much attention as Dani and Emily. Being checked out by men was a novelty to me, but since it all happened while I was holding my girlfriend’s hand I considered it all just a fun game.

I was fully confident that I could pull off the act of being a woman during the Halloween party. And speaking of party we had picked costumes for ourselves - all four of us would be dressed as police officers. Max was a regular cop, but “we girls” were the naughty ones that sadly never patrol the streets. Our costumes consisted of a short tight blue dress, a black belt, fishnet pantyhose, high heeled sandals (on a thirteen centimetre heel as was promised) and a hat. To be honest, without that hat, some fake police insignia on the dress and a baton and cuffs attached to the belt it would have been just a sexy blue dress. But the details were suggestive enough for us to be called policewomen. Although there were other... details more suggestive, in a completely different way.