A Religious Experience

First I shaved and lotioned my legs. I slipped on a pair of my beige panties and then tan Leggs pantyhose. A little bit of makeup and my false lashes were next, then one of my three wigs. My favorite was a long curly blonde one that came down to my boobs. The wigs were another thing that was so hard to get. My hair was quite long and it was a perfect strawberry blonde, but I loved the look of a long wig. I put on my 34C Bra and filled it with water balloons. I used to love the way they moved with my body. The weight of them was perfect. I wish I had breast forms back then. My confidence would have been off the charts. I slipped the dress over my head. "Oh my god," I said to my full-length mirror. "I look amazing."

I put on my video camera as I examined the new dress. It was navy blue with birds and a flower print on it. It had a ballerina neckline and short sleeves. It was very feminine. The hem came just above my knees, and it was trimmed with sheer lace. I looked surprisingly sexy in it, and it wasn't the type of dress I would usually buy for myself. I slipped on a pair of black four-inch pumps and sat down to adjust my wig. Once I was satisfied, I put on some bracelets and long dangling clip-on plastic earrings. I pranced in front of the mirror and took some pictures with my camera and video with a huge video recorder I got for my graduation a couple of years ago. I was loving this, and I was thinking it was such a nice present, I looked like one of the neighborhood wives. I took another sip of wine while watching the beautiful girl in the mirror. I then decided I was going to call Ira. Why not. He would just be Ira to me, not Rabbi K. or the neighbor with all the kids. Just Ira. I was going to call him to thank him for the dress.

The phone rang and I thought I could hear it across the alleyway. "Hello?" He said.

"Hi, this is Donna, your neighbor."

"Donna? Donna Goldmann, from the temple?" I told him I was the girl across the alley. I was using my girlie voice, which I hadn't perfected yet. "Oh, your name is Donna. I always wondered. It's a very nice name, like Donna Summer." He made me smile, he liked it.