A Girl's Best Friend

"They'll show up great on stage. Ready for clothes shopping? I'll drive; I'll bring you back afterward for your car."

"Okay. Where do you perform?"

They headed for the exit near the food court. "There are a few clubs I'm at regularly," Jimmy said. "I'm a bit limited in where I can go because I don't do impersonations. Several of the places around here only want drag queens who do celebs. But there are two or three that take me as I am, and one of them books me in as a solo act once in a while. I've gotten some interest from a couple places further south, too. I'm still negotiating with them."

"That's cool. Maybe I can come watch you sometime."

"We'll see. The clubs I'm in aren't exactly tame."

Neither was the clothing store he took her to. When they walked through the door, Ryanna was immediately confronted with a rack of crotchless panties, garter belts, and strapless bustiers. She gulped. She'd been in a couple lingerie stores before, but usually she bought her basics at department stores and didn't bother with anything fancy. She didn't date anyone steadily enough to have a reason for the fancy stuff.

A woman with long blonde hair teetered over on a pair of three-inch spike heels. She wore a tight miniskirt that barely covered her ass and showed clearly that she wore either a thong or nothing underneath, and a bustier that looked like it had come from the rack by the door. She embraced Jimmy and pecked his cheek. "Darling, it's been a while! Come to get some new show clothes?" She winked at Ryanna. "Who's this?"

"This is Ryanna, and she needs some party clothes. Ryanna, this is Helga, queen of the sexpots."

"Flatterer." Helga turned to Ryanna. "So what kind of parties and what kind of clothes?" She scrutinized her. "All female, I take it. Makes it a bit easier to fit."

"Yes, I'm completely female," Ryanna said. "I don't know what kind of clothes, though."