Halloween night
It was agreed by all three of us that we would dress up as women and Wanda as a guy. So when I arrived by taxi and went into the house I was wild that I was the only one dressed up. I stood there, my face as bright red as the lipstick I had on while Peter, John and Wanda whistled and gave catcalls laughing their asses off. My outfit included a long blond wig, eye shadow with mascara on my eye lashes, the above mentioned red lipstick and big dangly earrings. I had a white sweater with a nice plunging neckline, a short black leather jacket and very short pleated black skirt just long enough to cover the tops of my nude stockings held up by a black lace garter belt with black 4 inch pumps. I also had nice red glue-on nails and generous silicone breastforms glued on under a white lacey bra and black thong panties.
Once Peter and John finally stopped laughing they explained they couldn't find any women's clothes that fit at a reasonable price, that's why they didn't get dressed up. They wondered how much I paid to look so hot, they rightly figured that at 5ft 5in and 120lb, sizes were easy for me. I lied that I got everything at a used clothing store for only $30.
Let me give a brief history of myself, at Halloween everyone knows it's a time to live out your fantasies. I figured this would be a perfect opportunity when John suggested we dress up as sexy woman to go bar hopping for Halloween. I've been a closet cross dresser ever since I was about 14 years old and no I didn't get my clothes at the used clothing store, I paid big money over time to get these and others. I sort of told the truth that I had the 4 inch pumps on all day, the fib part was that I was practicing walking in them, because I can expertly walk in them all day long. I have never had sex with a guy but while dressed up I have fantasized what it would be like to get fucked as a girl by a guy.
John said he would make it up to me by splaying out some big coke lines and Wanda went to get me a drink, she said that I couldn't have any beer, or rum and coke because they were man's drinks, a couple more snickers followed that line. As I was snorting up the coke she set my drink on the table, a Singapore Sling, "that's a girly drink," she said with a wink.
