The Intimate Dinner Party

“OK, you’re ready now Didi. Let’s go meet the guests. Well actually, let’s go meet the guys!” And again Victoria laughed with a wicked glint in her eyes.

We went through to the lounge where Victoria introduced me to everyone else. They all laughed at me and called me things like ‘sexy Didi’. But soon they all settled back to chatting and I simply blended in as one of the girls.

Susan, my wife, was having a wonderful time chatting and flirting with some of the guys. She was treating me as if I was a stranger and without doubt had made the mental decision that ‘David” wasn’t there. And off course, in a sense, I wasn’t there. I was now Didi, the sexy girl with the short skirt and high heels.

After a while, Victoria called us to the dinner table and seated us boy-girl-boy-girl around the round dinner table. She said that’s why she had to have the perfect balance between guys and girls.

The dinner was fairly uneventful. I chatted to the guys either side of me and to the girl opposite me. My mind was sub-consciously quite ‘girly’, clearly influenced by the physical transformation. Every now and then I realised that I was in fact thinking of myself as Didi and not as David.

After dinner, Victoria asked me to help her clear the table, which I dutifully did, and then she produced after dinner liquors and several packs of cards. “Girls and boys,” Victoria announced, “the fun is about to start. I’ve got this wonderful game, which is spin-the-bottle with a twist. We’ll use a knife instead of a bottle and when the knife points at you after it’s been spun, you pick a card…either a boy-card if you’re a boy or a girl-card if you’re a girl or you can choose a unisex card if you want to. The card will then instruct you as to what you need to do to or with the person who spun the knife.” We all giggled or laughed. Some nervously, some very wickedly. Yes, we all got the idea as to what was to come.