A Game of Hues

Saturday morning--a day at home.

You take advantage of the day off from work to indulge yourself in a harmless day of cross-dressing.

After a careful wax job on your legs and a long, warm bath, you slip into your favorite purple thong and a light sundress that flutters pleasantly about your mid-thighs. The outfit provokes an unusual domestic urge, and you busy yourself about the apartment dusting, tidying and generally giving the place a warmer, more feminine feel.

Not feeling quite up to walking down to the mailboxes attired this way, you slip a pair of jeans and a hoodie over the clothes for the quick dash downstairs.

The mail is the usual, except for a stiff, pink envelop with no name or address on it.

"How did that get here?" you wonder.

Opening it in the privacy of your kitchen, you are surprised to find an invitation to Slap, the hottest new club in town.

Not being much of a party-fiend, you haven't personally tried to get in, but the word among friends is that only the very rich or very beautiful get past the door. Not exactly your scene.

Still, it looks like a legitimate invitation--scanning the code with your phone links to the club website and a ticket number.

It seems a shame to waste the opportunity...but what to wear?

Your best jeans and the funky shirt you got from your cool friend for the last birthday seem ok. But then you pause. What about that purple thong? It might make the experience just a bit more...interesting.