Double Take Chapter 3

"Don't be such a prude," she said as she surveyed herself in the mirror.

"Then why did you dress me up like one?"

"Look, I've had a lot more experience fighting off guys than you have. You're the one I'm worried about tonight," she said as the doorbell rang.

Sandy had never worn a long skirt, and he felt ridiculous taking baby steps as he minced down the driveway to Ashley Vaughn's waiting limousine. "Good evening, Miss Vaughn," the driver said as he opened the door. Sandy clutched at his long skirt and pulled it up as he struggled to get into the back seat.

As they drove up Laurel Canyon towards Toluca Lake, Sandy thought sadly back to the last time he had agreed to pinch-hit for Ashley at a society event. At least then he had Toby Goodfin to run interference for him. Tonight, he would be sans escort, in a shark tank full of network executives and Hollywood hangers-on.

What have I come to, he said to himself as he took in the glimpse of stocking between his velvet skirt and his suede pumps. Two years ago, I was a professional athlete at the top of my game, getting laid by a different girl every night. Now I'm sitting in a stretch limo in a freaking skirt, on my way to a party where I've got to pretend to be a girl in front of a bunch of total losers. Where did I go wrong?

He thought back to all the nights with Ashley Vaughn. To the incredible sex with a girl who loved him with every ounce of her beautiful body, who knew about the rush he got from wearing women's clothing, and who shared the secret thrill he experienced every time he passed in public. Sandy lifted his skirt and crossed his legs, reveling in the sensation of nylon against his smooth skin. A song from The Producers, the insane musical featuring a crossdressser as Adolf Hilter, brought a smile to his pretty face. Where did I go right?

The sight of the long driveway leading to Lakeside Country Club snapped him out of his reverie. When they pulled up to the clubhouse, the driver gave Sandy a pager so he could buzz him when he was ready to leave. "I won't be long," Sandy said as he dropped the pager into his clutch purse and got unsteadily out of the limo.