I walk through the doorway not knowing quite what to expect. Its a party . Big haired girls all
dressed like me , all acting cute and coy while big goofy boys in leather and jeans make small
talk while combing their greasy hair. I try and ask what happened . Why are we all here and
has anybody else ever been a male. My brain thinks , but my words come out as breathy
flirtations. I am flirting with this big greaseball ,and i almost swoon as his lips touch mine. i
am in heat it seems. My petticoats rustle , all starched and crinkly. I love how i feel . I am
not gay , but i guess i am a girl. He touches my hand and I swear I giggle.we move to a couch
and his hand shoots up my skirt. Its seems that dressed like my grandmother i am in the
process of making out with an Elvis clone. My pussy is so wet , and my toes are curling in my
saddle shoes in expectation.Everyone is a couple , groping , and making out in heated
teenage passion. A door opens , and the red haired woman beckons to all of us.