You play out her fantasy.

You turn to look at Bridget, that platinum blonde hair and those sky blue eyes are just as you remember and the familiar emotions of wanting her are just as strong in your new persona as they were before. You know her husband, your best friend is away at a business seminar this weekend. Your thoughts turn back to a dinner party at their home some months back. After a few drinks the conversation had become risque and the question of sexual fantasies had come up. You had answered lamely, something about wanting to experiment with dominance and submission. Even then X-Change had intrigued you, but you were not about to admit that to your best friend. Then it had been Bridget's turn to answer.

"I go into a bar and meet a beautiful stranger." She had begun. "We begin to talk. The stranger looks me right in the eye and tells me that I am theirs for the night. I cannot speak, I cannot find the words to argue or protest and cannot find the strength to move away."

"Go on." Her husband had urged her. "What happens next?"

"Without asking for permission my clothes are removed to leave me naked in front of the stranger. They place a collar around my neck and order me to kneel at their feet. I cannot refuse."

"And what does this stranger do with you?" You had asked.

"Whatever they wished." Bridget had laughed. "But that is just a fantasy, nothing more."

You know that this knowledge of her fantasies is like a cheat code. You should politely make excuses and move to another part of the club. But then another thought contradicts this, if you do not take her then another surely will. Bridget will cheat on your friend tonight whatever happens. Might it not be best if ensure that she cheats with a woman who in reality does not exist than perhaps with another man. Reasoning this so that you convince yourself that by claiming Bridget you are really doing your friend a service sways you.

"I was alone." You reply to Bridget, looking directly into those clear blue eyes. "Now I am not. You are mine tonight."

You see uncertainty in Bridget's eyes and she bites her lip. She obviously recognises her fantasy. You stand and face her. Slowly, so that even now she might change her mind and pull away if she wishes. You reach for the straps of her dress. She remains quiet and still as you slide the straps over her smooth shoulders. Her thin cotton dress needs to be tugged down over her breasts, but then falls to pool around her ankles. Bridget wears no underwear beneath the dress, but black hold up stockings and high heeled black shoes clad her legs and feet. You wave to attract the bartender.

"You have a collar and leash?" You ask the man.

"Certainly madame." The bartender replies and a moment later hands you a black leather collar and long leather leash for it.