"Voila!" Sally had just finished pinning Dan's wig in place. "Now have a look at yourself, 'Danielle.'"
Dan had to admit he was impressed. He was only five eight and slender with slim effeminate features. Sally had successfully covered up his beard shadow and given him a pouty red cupid's bow mouth. She'd also gone heavy with the rouge and eyeliner, and given him really thick eyelashes. His eyes were shaded blue, and his eyebrows were covered up, and topped with slim brown arches.
He had already gotten into the rest of the maid outfit, a black number with short puffy sleeves and a ridiculously short skirt fluffed up by a white petticoat. A flesh-colored padded girdle and realistic fake breasts gave him a rather buxom feminine figure; makeup made the breasts look real while panty-hose covered the girdle. A lace choker with a single pearl hid his small adams apple, and his hands had scarlet press-on nails. Pearl clip-on earrings dangled from Dan's earlobes and a white lace maid's cap topped his chestnut brown wig. The wig was done in a loose bun with strands of curly hair framing his face.
He tried to walk around in the black spike heels Sally had found in his size. "How do you girls stand walking around like this all the time?" he asked.
Sally just giggled. "Now you know some of what we women go through." she said, and walked into the bathroom.
She came out fifteen minutes later, dressed in an identical outfit and hairstyle. Dan felt himself strain against his girdle, never had Sally looked so slutty-and so tempting.
He leaned forward to kiss her, but she held up her hand. "No, 'Danielle,'" she said, then shrugged. "OK, but just a quick peck. I don't want to smear your lipstick!" They both laughed.
They took a cab to the party. Brian, the guy holding the party and dressed like count Dracula, did a double take at the couple. "I recognize Sally but-is that YOU Dan?"
Dan simply did a little curtsy. "Oui," he said.
They walked inside, and mingled with the rest of the guests. Soon Dan lost any embaressment he felt-there were six other guys dressed as girls. He felt a small amount of pride that none of them looked as real as he did.
They talked, drank, and laughed with the others. Until one guy, that neither of them knew kept looking at Dan.
He walked over to Dan; by the look in his eye he was obviously drunk. "Hey doll," he said, "How about a little dance?"
"No no monsieur." Sally stepped up, and gave Dan a deep French(pun intended!)kiss. "Zis lady, zhe iz vwith me, none?" Grumbeling, the guy walked off.
Dan kissed Sally back. It felt strangely erotic, kissing her when they were both wearing lipstick. Yet somehow, he felt a wet softness instead of the usual hard-on. "Merci," he said. "Zat could have been, embarrazzing. And you French aczent, Zally, is magnifique!"
"Vwat French aczent?" Sally held a hand in front of her mouth. She at Dan. "And Dan, vwhy you zound zo much like girl?"