Betrayed Chapter 4

I had never before in my life been so close to cumming from visual stimulus alone. All right I admit it. As far back as childhood, I had always wondered: What if I had been a girl, instead of a boy? I had secretly experimented a little with my mother's and sister's lingerie, but never taken it further than that; I had never had the nerve to do more. Now, here I was in full drag – and felt like I had just stepped into a new plane of existence. If I was turning me on, what effect would I have on the men in the club? Dianna read my mind.

"The boys will be falling all over themselves to get at you, Girlfriend," she exclaimed. "You will even give me a run for the money."

I seriously doubted that. She had 'freshened' her own makeup while her girlfriends were doing mine. Our faces could have been cast from the same libidinous mold. With her looks, body, and blatant sex appeal, she could make a man cum just by blowing him a kiss.

I received a crash course (almost literally so) in how to strut in a sensual, sure-footed manner in those towering heels. Apparently, Dianna thought I was a quick learner. After fifteen minutes or so, she handed me her lavender suede clutch, now containing my cash, but neither ID nor credit cards ("No one would believe it's you, Sugar."). There were also my lipstick and gloss, lip brush, compact and powder brush, breath mints, perfume spritzer – plus a single-use tube of K-Y and condoms!

"I carry those wherever I go," she observed with a wink. "A girl can never be too prepared."

I looked down at the makeup table next to us and observed the suit, shirt, and tie I had worn since the day before. My wallet - with credit cards, driver's license, and all other forms of identification - would be nestled in the hip pocket of my pants, as always.

"What do we do with that?" I questioned, pointing at it. "Do you think we can come up with a garment bag, or something similar?"