getting ready to go out

Tom was thrown off by Sarah's behavior. He didn't expect the changes to be quite so literal! But he was very intrigued by this version of Sarah, so he decided to go along. "Sure, let's head," he said as he rose to his feet.

Sarah eyed him critically. "You're not going like THAT are you?"

He frowned. "Why? What's wrong?"

She rolled her eyes. "Dude, come on, at least TRY a little. Put on a nicer shirt at least. You won't get any looking like a slob! You know I'm going to get ready anyway, so it'll be at least 30 minutes, maybe an hour." She was already out of the chair and heading toward their room.

Tom thought that seemed more like the old Sarah than his new 'best friend.' "An hour!? Really?"

She paused mid-stride and struck a pose. "Tom! You know me. A hot piece of ass like this deserves to look good! You always complain about the time, but never about the results!" she said with a smirk, then went to get ready.

Tom mentally shrugged and followed. He was getting curious to see more how this change to Sarah integrated her old habits and behaviors. It seemed her old habit of taking the time to get fixed up before going out was now due to her 'guy-like' desire for her own body. He tried to feel her out further as she styled her hair and fixed her makeup. "So, what do you think about last week?" he asked, trying to see how her new personality viewed those events. He had purposefully left knowledge of the coin out of his image of this 'new Sarah'.

She didn't turn when she spoke, instead focusing on using the mirror as she meticulously applied her eyeshadow. "It was pretty cool, mostly. The extended roleplay thing as your servant was okay but next time it's your turn. And playing such a slut with all the guys - the fucking was awesome but they'll probably get weird for a little while now, seeing me as a fuckable chick instead of one of their buds. But my brother - that was a bit far. I can't believe I did that!" She glanced at him reflected over her shoulder. "You still owe me for all that, so I expect to be pampered tonight. Lapdances at the club, maybe even the Champagne Room - we'll see what I'm in the mood food. And whether or not we bring a girl home, you still have to follow up on your part of the bargain - no fucking me before you eat me out till I cum." She twisted her mouth. "And I think that's the last time I want to do the prostitute game. I know you get a kick out of it but I'm bored with it. Too many jerks and assholes, and none of them really know how to get me off."

Tom must have had a surprised expression because she glared at him. "Come on, dude! You know the deal when we do these games. I did that for you, now it's your turn to do what I want. At least I'm not making you act all weird or fuck the guys!"

"Okay, okay..." Tom hurriedly agreed. "I'm sorry about last week. I guess that was a bit much, so yeah, whatever you want babe." He put one hand on her should and tried to kiss her but she flinched.

"Whoah, what's with that?" she said. "It's fine when we're 'in character' for one of our games, or when I have to act all 'girly' in public." She grimaced at that. "You'd think I'd be used to it after all these years. Pretending to be a girl and stuff in school, when I got a job, even with my parents and so-called friends. That was the best thing about meeting you. You got me! Could understand that really I'm a normal guy inside. Marrying you worked out great! How many people get to marry their best friend? And a full-time fuck buddy who understands that I have another needs."

She gave his hand a friendly squeeze then lifted it off her shoulder. "But that girly romantic stuff is just weird. It's strange enough having to put on that show in front of my family and most everyone else. If I couldn't relax and be normal around you and the guys, I'd probably go crazy."

Tom was confused. He couldn't quite process what Sarah was getting at. It sounded like she identified as a guy in most ways but presented as a woman publicly, even to family. She seemed to view him as her best friend and someone she enjoyed having sex with, but not in a romantic, spousal love kind of way. He poked for some more information. "Ever consider transitioning?"

She looked horrified. "God, Tom, I explained that when we first got physical. Why in the hell would I give up this hot bod? I love being so sexy! Orgasms are amazing! And I get the best of both worlds - fucking girls but having you to fill me up when I need something else. I just wish more people could accept me as 'one of the guys'." She shrugged. "I guess I should count myself lucky to have you and the guys who get me. And really, I can't complain. If everyone else knew how I was, I wouldn't be able to get away with half the crap I do." She counted off on her fingers: "Locker room at the gym. Hanging with my girlfriends, seeing them all half-dressed. Hearing the kind of stuff only girls tell each other." She smiled again. "It's like I'm some kind of secret agent. A secret sex agent!"

She had finished her makeup and stood to get her clothes. Tom's eyes widened. Her look was quite striking, unlike anything he'd ever seen on Sarah. Her hair was put up with two hair sticks, and her makeup emphasized her eyes, giving them an exotic appearance. She wasn't slutty exactly but very, very sexy. She slipped one of the tight, short dresses that he had got her as a prostitute. But the way she wore it now - her posture and manner - along with her makeup, hair and accessories made her seem like a hot girl heading out for a night on the town, not a hooker.

Tom watched as she pulled stockings up each leg and fastened them to a garter belt. She stuck one leg out, putting a foot on a stool, and ran both hands down her leg. "Sexy, huh? I know you like that!" she teased. "Get's me hot too. I love the look and feel. And much better than hose - they don't block access to the important bits," she added pulling up the short dress to show her bare pussy. "Yep, going commando tonight!" she said proudly at Tom's shocked look. She slid her feet in a pair of open-toed stiletto heels that tied around her ankles. She nimbly tied them, then put her arm through Tom's and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Just getting in character," she clarified. "You're a good looking guy taking his hot, younger wife out to do something a little exciting." She looked at her reflection and corrected herself. "His VERY hot wife."