COSTUME

"I bet that you can't create a costume that we can't recognize you
in
at the party," Tom challenged.
I said, "You're on!". What else could I say? I had been
bragging all night about my costume. In reality, I didn't even have one
yet.
With this now wrestling in my mind, I looked up at the crowd. It
was a
busy night at Fat Tuesdays, our favorite happy hour spot. This is where
anybody
who wanted to be seen went. Usually the guys are overdressed, and the
girls are
underdressed, but I liked it that way. I loved to look at the women, the
fine
curves, swelling breasts, swaying hips, smooth skin, the roundness of
their asses. I had gotten more than my share of dirty looks back, but I
didn't mind.
Tonight, though, there was a woman, within earshot, who kept
giving
me the once over. The best part was that she was easily the hottest
person, male or female, in the joint. I found that I very much liked her
going over my body. Her voice was the ultimate in sexy, soft, and throaty.
She seemed to be
following the conversation at our table.
This last thought brought me back to my current dilemma. What
costume
or disguise could I wear that would fool all the guys at the table. This
was
made even harder by the fact that I wouldn't just have to fool these three
guys, Tom, Ambrose, and Bryan, but every female at the party. You see, of
the
three, I was the homeliest. I was by no means ugly; I was just the
quietest and least confident of the group. They had every girl with which
they had slept, and with which they were still on speaking terms, trying
to find me a date.
The table was just getting around to the stakes of the bet. That
was the best part of it: everyone at the table was to participate in the
bet. Whoever found out who aomeone was was to get the services of that
person for a week. I
didn't like this bet: I had done this last month for a racquet ball match
which I lost, of course. I had never been so busy or embarrassed in all
my life. I had done everything from scrubbing bathroom stalls to
chauffeuring a beautiful lady in my underwear. Now, more than ever, I had
an incentive to find a costume, and I had less that 48 hours to do it.
Being as it was Thursday night and closer to midnight than eleven,
the other three finished their drinks and left. I, beginning to sink
lower into despair, ordered another drink. This was something that I
shouldn't have done. I had had too many already. I was nursing my fifth
drink when I caught the blonde that I mentioned earlier wandering over to
my now deserted table.
"Hi,there," she said.
"Hello," I grudgingly responded.
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but I couldn't help hearing
about your costume party and the bet which you made."
"Yeah, I shot my mouth off pretty big, and I don't even have a
costume
yet."
"Well that's sort of what I gathered by your expression and the
drinks
you have been ordering since they left. I think I can help you out. I have
a
friend who has just opened a one of kind, exotic costume, and make-up
parlor. She deals in making disguises that go from head to toe. She does
disguises for
stars so that they can go out in public undetected. Her shop is new here
in town, and, if you go and mention my name, she will do you for cost of
the
make-up."
For some reason, probably either the beer or just that I hadn't
had sex in about two months, this women was turning me on. She seemed to
be my every fantasy. I was just listening to her voice and figured, if
nothing else, this disguise thing would be a way of staying close to her
longer. Parts of my body, which I thought were long ago deadened by
alcohol, were coming to life.
"Well, how about showing me the way?" I asked. I didn't expect
the shop to be open, but I was definitely hoping for other things.
"Sure, she's a night person, and her place is open all night." I
really didn't believe her, but who the hell was I to argue with someone
who looked like she did?
"Let me finish my drink," I said. I wasn't so sure about this
now. This seemed a little too convenient. I was starting to think she had
a friend waiting outside. But my alcohol deadened brain was overtaken by
my lust. I finished my beer with one last gulp and said, "Let's go."
Just walking out of the bar, my dick grew another three inches.
Her hips swayed dramatically in her high heels. She was wearing a tight
one piece sweater-dress that ended just below the inward curve of her
behind. Her waist went in so much that it almost didn't look natural. It
did emphasize the widening of her hips and the gentle bubble of her
buttocks. Being slightly to the left and rear of her I
could see her breast protruding from in front of her arm. There was a lot
to
see. Judging by eye, one hand would not nearly cover one breast. They
jiggled and bounced as she walked. I could see the swell pushing to get
over the top edge of the front of her one-piece outfit with each step she
took.
Suddenly a blast of cool air hit me, and I realized we were
outside.
This saved me from going over the edge and caused my friend to slow down
slightly to where she was walking next to me. My fears of her having a
friend outside to acquire my wallet never materialized.
We hailed a cab and headed for her friend's shop. The address she
gave turned out to be on the other side of town which was a 30 minute
drive, if we were lucky. When she put her hand on my thigh, I was sure I
was going to be lucky.
When our lips met, I saw fireworks. I had never believed that
corny saying until that kiss. It was as though we were electric. Before I
new what I was doing, I pulled down the top of her dress. God! I didn't
even know her name.
"Excuse me," I said, "What's your name?"
"I was wondering when you were going to ask. It's Kari."
"Kari, my name is-," I started.
"I already know. It's Rob. I heard part of the conversation at
your table tonight," she purred. I then noticed that her dress was pulled
down around her waist. Boy, I was really tipsy tonight.
"Lets get back to what we were doing," she offered. Without
another word we were back at as if we had never stopped. I reached down to
release her front latching bra and watched as her breasts bounced free
from their
restrictions. They bounced and swayed with every movement of the car. I
was mesmerized.
Chuck, my dick's pet name, was also was responding to the stimuli.
So much so that he had found his way through my now open pants and under
the sweater- dress. It was as if he had a heat sensor because I could feel
the warmth coming from her groin.
I was now massaging her magnificent globes. Electric shocks seemed
to travel up my fingers, and I swirled my fingers around the brown
aerolea. Then, lightly squeezing her nipples, I got the surprise of my
life: MILK! I heard her say "Suck them PLEASE," and I was in no
condition to refuse. I had never tasted breast milk before, and this was
creamy and sweet tasting. I got so involved with her breasts, that I
didn't even realize that she had pulled off her dress, and my tool was
inside of her. We continued to make love in this
contorted position. For some reason, I couldn't stop. It was like an
addiction.
Suddenly, I a felt tug down below. It was as if Chuck was being
pulled farther in and at the same time squeezed. The sensations of sucking
milk and being inside a woman were fulfilling all my sexual and
psychological fantasies at once. Finally, the cab put on the brakes and
the sudden urgency of the trip coming to an end sent me over the edge.
Chuck starting spitting out like he never had before, and, as near as I
can guess, Kari reached her climax also as the pulling sensation
intensified, and she pressed my head farther into her breast. I was
sucking so hard that my cheeks were getting sore. Finally Chuck had his
last sputter and I went totally limp, not just Chuck but my whole body. It
was some seconds before I was able to start dressing. By the time I was
able to look up, Kari had pulled her dress back on and was preening her
hair, a shoulder length blond perm, back into shape.
"This is the place," she stated. I paid the cabby the outrageous
fare, at which point he look at me, winked, and gave half of it back. I
helped Kari out of the cab and escorted her to the front of the shop.
Walking by it, you would never guess that it was a place business. Kari,
seeing my disbelief, said that her friend liked to keep a low profile
since stars liked to come by to get a once over.
When I entered the store, I noticed the time on the clock: 12:30.
I would have to call in sick tomorrow, even though I didn't have to be in
till 10. I suddenly started to feel funny. I tried to attribute it to
coming down from the alcohol, but it was unlike any such feeling I'd had
before. It was more a lethargic feeling, like I wanted to go into
hibernation.
It was a while before I realized that Kari was talking to someone
in the
corner of the store. I was still standing at the front door. It was when I
saw to whom Kari was talking that I realized a man can have more than one
perfect fantasy woman. The other woman had the same lustiness and animal
magnetism that Kari had, and she had the same figure with some distinct
differences. The first things I noticed about her, since they were so
prominent, were her breasts. They were an extra large size but with a
perky, upturned look to them.
Kari and she walked over, and Kari introduced her as Mona. She
had a high melodic voice, and I was in love for the second time that
night.
"Hi! Kari tells me you're in need of some help. Before you say
anything,
let me explain. What I do is very special. It is a complete disguise. I
use
synthetic material on the skin to change your features. My work is so
good that oftentimes people loose themselves in the character I create,"
Mona said.
This sounded great to me, as there was now hope that the guys would never
recognize me.
"This is great!" I exclaimed. "I need something that will pass
the scrutiny of three guys at a party."
"I have just the thing for you," Mona expressed. "Just sit right
down here while I fill you in on the history of the character I want to
create. First of all, the character is female." I instantly sat back up.
"Don't worry about that. If you want to fool men, this is the one
sure way to do it." I sat back down reluctantly. I had a small but weak
voice telling me that I was accepting this too easily. I chose to ignore
the voice.
"This girl is known as the chameleon. She takes on the shape of
any man's
fantasy. She does this by letting her subconscious mind take the
information directly from the man's subconscious mind. In order for the
process to work, she must be in the man's vicinity for a period of time.
The time varies, dependent upon the intensity of the man's fantasy. The
chameleon then gives the man what he desires most sexually. After which
she has control over him, both physically, and mentally. She is able to
change his form or mind, to read his thoughts or change them," Mona
explained.
"That sounds great. I wish I had that power," I blurted, without
thinking.
"Ah, yes, but there is a catch, she is controlled by what, for
lack of a better term, is a master or, in more modern terms, a pimp. He
has the same
control which the chameleon has, but it is over her. He has the power
over her because he seduced her in what she thought was a dream. A dream
in which she imagined herself as a man having sex with a woman. Only it
wasn't a dream it was a rite. It is said that if she could kill her
master she would have power over both sexes at will. The problem is that
he knows her thoughts, so it has never happened."
It was soon after Mona finished her story that I passed out. When
I woke up, I looked down, and all I could see was a blanket over me, and I
could feel a tugging at the back of my head. "I see you're awake," Mona
said. "You passed out just as I began the make-up, and I decided to
complete it with you unconscious."
It was then that I became aware of odd feelings all over my body.
It felt as if my whole body was constricting. "I notice your discomfort.
It is just the make-up glue drying, and, as it dries, it tends to
contract," Mona explained.
I then reached up to scratch my head, at which point I found out
what was tugging at my head. What I had thought was a pillow under my
head was actually hair. It was very long strawberry blond hair, at that,
and, even worse, it felt as though it were attached to my head. It wasn't
coming off as I pulled at it either.
"Don't worry, Rob, that is really your hair. I used a new
process, called growth extension, on it. It's sort of like growing
crystals, only it is done with hair. I put this chemical in your hair,
stick your hair in a solution, and the stuff grows on the end. It will
come right off with the special shampoo," Mona calmly told me.
Next, I noticed that the hand and arm which were scratching my
head
didn't have any hair, and I could swear that they looked somehow daintier.
Again, Mona was ready with an explanation. "I'm sorry, that is the one
privilege which I took. I removed almost all of your body hair. This,
along with the shading make-up makes your body look smaller."
Next were the hands and fingernails. Mona continued to explain
the changes as I noticed them. "Your hands are softer looking, mainly the
result of a manicure which involved soaking them in a formula not unlike
moisturizing cream that helped eliminate calluses and scars." She didn't
say anything about my fingernails, but I couldn't tell them from my own,
and they were painted bright red and extended about a half inch past my
finger tips.
Lying on my back all this time, I had noticed two things. One, it
felt like I was sitting on a pillow or something, and, two, the tented
effect of the
blanket as if it were being help up by something. As I started to slide
the
blanket down, both a shock shot up my spine and a knot was tied in my
stomach.
The sheet was definitely not just tented up, for, as I slid the
sheet
down, it took an upward slope. What was underneath gave slightly to the
pressure by flattening out. What I saw on my chest was definitely
breasts, bigger than many women's that I had admired. They were covered
only by a lattice work of material that looked like leather but clung like
spandex.
The commentary started again, "What you are now seeing are silicon
implants, of the same type which are used in breast augmentations. They,
as well as the rest of your body, are covered by what looks like a leather
lattice outfit but actually serves to hold the synthetic skin in place
until the glue dries. Underneath this outfit are prosthetic devices that
give you the feminine curves."
Boy, was she right. I couldn't tell the difference between the
synthetic skin and my real skin. The only way I could tell that it wasn't
me, was when I touched myself. It all felt real enough, but it fell like
touching myself through a plastic bag or with a balloon between my finger
and my skin. In places it felt more real than I would cared for. As I
sat up, I noticed what she meant by feminine curves. I had a perfect
hourglass figure, and the lattice work outfit ran all the way down to my
ankles.
I noticed the bit of areolea and nipples under the outfit, and
that they looked real. When I sat up, the breasts bounced and jiggled
just as I had seen them do on countless women, The angle from which I was
seeing it being the only difference.
With my excitement growing, I finally looked up and saw myself in
a mirror. At first, I didn't believe that it was my reflection. It was
when the expression of surprise showed on the face in the mirror that I
realized it was definitely mine.
My nose, which had always seemed rather wide and large, seemed too
small and slightly pointed. I now had high cheekbones with just the right
amount of blush to them. My lips were a full, sensual, glossy red. All
the pimple scars from my youth were gone. I had fine, high, arching
eyebrows, and lashes that now hit the top of my brow when I blinked.
Make-up had been expertly applied to my face.
Mona began explaining again, "The same technique which was used on
your body was used on your face. A little plastic here and there, and
then a shadowing job to make things look right."
As I sat the rest of the way up in order to get down from the
make-up table, I would have sworn that I had to stretch to reach the
armrest to pull myself up, and, when I sat up, I noticed that my feet
barely touched the ground even with high heels on. When I looked down to
see why I was having trouble touching the floor, I got another surprise.
I couldn't even see my feet. My new breasts were obstructing my view.
Looking down at *my* breasts caused butterflies of excitement. As I was
looking at this, I was believing less and less. Mona was telling me that
she had raised the table while I was out, so that she could work on me
better.
By this time I should have had an erection that would have burst
through this disguise, but I didn't. I was starting to get concerned
because I
didn't see anything there, under the lattice work. When I reached my
hand down there, I even felt a soft depression.
Again, Mona was there to calm me, "This is my finest work ever,
and I used a small secret of mine to accomplish it. By putting a special
salve on you penis, it can be made to shrink and pull within the scrotal
sack. This salve also deadens the nerve endings, essentially preventing
an erection. The effect of deadening the male sex drive is also produced.
This salve was said to have been used by the Egyptian eunuchs, who were
not truly eunuchs, and, later, in the monasteries of the medieval times."
I had too many emotions and sensations going through my body at
this point to fully take in this last comment. I still noticed the
constricting feeling and realized that my 5' 10" frame no longer seemed
that, even with heels on. I was my own fantasy!
I said the first thing that popped to mind, "Wow!" My voice,
however, pulled me back to reality as it didn't at all match the body.
Mona handed me a pill, "Take this, and the illusion will be
complete. It will cause a tightening of your vocal cords, raising your
voice to a suitable female range. It will make you sleepy, but I will
wake you in time for your party."
It was then that I noticed a rather large, muscular man walking
down the stairs. "Hi," he said. "My name is Cary."
Mona interjected with, "Rob, if you don't mind, Cary can complete
your character by being your master at the party tonight. What do you
say, Rob?"
"Sure," I hesitantly replied. For some reason, all I could manage
was
that one word. Even thouhg it hadn't been my original thought, it seemed
right now.
I felt like I had a hangover as I walked over to the sofa, and, as
I walked, I was keenly aware of the swaying of my hips to accommodate for
the high heels. My breasts were doing their best to throw off what little
coordination I had left. They seemed to have an inertia all their own.
They kept swaying left while I was shifting right. I politely told
everyone that I was going to try to sleep off this hangover. I then took
the pill Mona gave me without even thinking about it.
I laid down and closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was
being nudged
awake by Cary the Conan. He had on nothing but a g-string. I turned over
onto
my back which, with all these new bumps glued on me, was one of the most
comfortable positions I could assume.
It was funny, but the costume felt almost natural now. The
lattice leather bodysuit seemed to move when my fake skin didn't, and the
constrictions of the glue were gone. They were replaced by a tingling
feeling. The electric tingling was more intense at my breast and groin.
The funny part was that the tingling in my chest was coming from a point
that should not have been part of my body. My nipples were so sensitive
that rubbing against the suit caused
them to become erect. I could see my nipples. What was happening?
Why was I breathing so hard? It was hard to concentrate. Then I
realized that the tingles were in direct relation to Cary touching my
body. I didn't even know when he had started touching me, but he was on
his knees over my legs now. He was un-velcro-ing the lattice over my
groin. Where was Chuck at? I had a sudden, uncontrollable desire to
spread my legs. I knew that, if I opened them, the pleasure I was feeling
would increase. I managed to get them around Cary's knees, and I noticed
that he wasn't wearing his g-string anymore. He had an erection that
would choke a horse.
My brain was screaming out that this couldn't be happening. I was
a man, what was wrong with me. The urge to open my legs to him was
fogging my mind. I suddenly realized that I was arching my pelvis up in
the air toward Cary, but
there was no way he could enter me: I still had a penis. I tried to
scream. He was going to enter my asshole! I was not gay, and I didn't
want this. I closed my eyes, still unable to stop thrusting my hips
upward, and trying to stop it was impossible, though I tried.
I then felt a pressure against the area directly between my legs.
Suddenly, there was an intense heat that went shooting up to the pit of my
stomach. What was he doing? I opened my eyes, and he was on top of me.
His face was directly over mine. He was so close. The first thought to
enter my mind was to kiss him. I tried to resist, but I seemed to be
driven by some
internal desire. My mind was becoming more and more foggy with each
thrust of Cary's hips, and I was being swept away by the sensations. The
kiss was ecstasy. Our tongues were twirling against each other, and I
completely forgot that I was a man and accepted my situation of being
female.
When I gained my next glimpse of sanity, I felt what like should
havw been
Chuck growing, and I thought that this would certainly end now. I was
wrong. I suddenly felt myself become very wet, like a woman, and
something did grow, but it didn't interfere with his rod. In fact, it
increased the sensations I was feeling to a point where I thought I was
going to faint. Cary's head seemed to be sliding above mine, and we were
no longer able to kiss comfortably. I arched my head back and he bent his
down. It was then that I got the most horrible yet fascinating feeling of
my life, as Cary's penis suddenly slid into me. The feeling was
wonderful, but I subconsciously knew that it wasn't possible.
It felt as if a void, of which I was unaware, being filled. I was
revelling in the feeling. Cary then started to slowly move back and
forth. I found myself moving in rhythm with him. I then heard a sound,
it sounded like a woman during sex. I was ready to push Cary off when I
realized that it was I who was moaning. Listening more closely to my
voice, I noticed that it was at least two octaves higher than it should
have been and much smoother and sexier than I was used to.
Suddenly an increasing tension and desire took over, and I
couldn't think about anything. This sweet tension was building and
increasing, and I could not get rid of it. My whole body was on fire, and
ice cubes were sizzling everywhere. His cock seemed to expand even more,
and I felt a sudden jolt. I then felt something driving in further. That
was all I could take, and a flood of sensetions exploded throughout my
body. It was like my body was having an earthquake, and, just when the
tremors seemed to be dying out, they would suddenly increase again. This
kept happening until I passed out.
When I came to again,I was being shaken. Mona was there, and she
said, "Time for the party." I shook my head groggily. I was greeted by
locks of my strawberry blond hair falling in my face. "Boy, you were dead
to the world. I had twenty customers here today, and you didn't even move
once."
Thank God, it had all been a dream. I was still a man, and I'd
just had the strangest dream of my entire life. Something was still
bugging me, though. I suddenly realized what it was. The strange
tingling sensations from my dream were still with me, even though the
other discomfort had gone.
I looked around the room. I found a clock, and it said that the
time was 6:00 pm. My God! I couldn't believe I had I slept that long. I
couldn't get over the tingling feeling, though. It was as if every cell
in my sex zones was alive, especially in the area of my breasts. I
noticed that all the make-up and disguise were more comfortable now,
almost natural or like it should be the way it was.
I jumped with a start, I hadn't been thinking about my
surroundings, and I realized I was sitting on the john. My next thought
was that men don't sit down to pee. I then remembered what Mona had said
she had done to me. I then wondered how I was going to pee. I then noticed
that the lattice work suit was off and was laying on the floor of the
bathroom. That explained one part of my question but didn't tell me how I
could pee from my retracted penis. I saw that the piss was coming from a
point which I couldn't see and, therefore, assumed to be my retracted
tool. Part of my visual problem was that my breasts or, rather, my
costume interfered with my line of sight. Then there was the fact that if
my penis were pulled into my scrotal sac, it wouldn't hang out or down as
far. I could hear a tinkle in the water, however, and I felt a definite
sense of relief. I then wiped myself and stood up.
While my mind pondered why I had wiped myself after a piss and
went through the events of the last few hours, something else was going
on. I began to get concerned when I realized what I was doing. I was in
front of the mirror and was touching up my makeup! I shouldn't even have
known how to put
make-up on, much less how to fix it. But I found that the less I thought
about it, the more it just came naturally.
I was concerned because I'd never had mental lapses like these
before. I always had known what I was doing and why. Suddenly, however,
I was doing things that I shouldn't know how to do and not even realizing
that I was doing them. What's more, I didn't remember taking off the
lattice work suit or putting my clothes on after I used the bathroom.
Just as I was thinking about how strange everthing was: my body's
feelings, my mental lapses, my new found feminity, and my sexual turn-on;
Mona showed up at the bathroom door.
"Time to go to your little party," she said. Cary was standing
right behind her, holding a leash. Suddenly, all I could think about was
that I needed to get next to Cary so he could put the leash on me. Why
was I thinking that? Despite my confusion and hesitancy, I found that my
body was moving over to Cary. As a matter of fact, my body seemed excited
by the nearness to Cary.
"Cary will make your disguise complete. No one will know who you
are," Mona was saying.
"Will you...," I started to say, but sudden confusion overwhelmed
me. What was wrong with my voice? It was so high and breathy. I was
starting to get a chill up my spine.
"Will you be coming?" I finally managed.
"No, and don't worry about your voice. It's the effect of that
pill you took before sleeping. It has changed your voice temporarily,"
Mona reassured me.
I don't know why, but I was becoming sexually excited, only in a
way
that I had never experienced before. This excitement should have
disturbed me, but that fact only got me more turned on. I was feeling
sexual arousal toward Cary. That truly should have disturbed me, but it
didn't. I was getting a tingling feeling in breasts that were fake, and
an itching sensation in my crotch, but not an erection. God, I wanted
someone in me. I was horny as hell, but I was not feeling like a man
should.
I had another lapse, and I was already outside with Cary the
Conan, who was in an outfit that fit my appellation better than the
clothes he had worn earlier. He was in a leather vest with fur trim and
leather shorts with some fur that hid a rather noticable bulge. On his
feet were sandles that had laces which criss-crossed up his shins. As we
walked down the steps, I was fascinated with my breasts and the way they
jiggled. It struck me as odd that I was feeling the tugging and bouncing
of what should have been silicon implants as though they were part of me.
Another nagging difference was the absence of the small bounce from down
below. I began to wonder if I really had a penis left down there.
As I bent over to get in the car, I got another feeling that
raised by level of sexual arousal. The sway and downward pull of my
breasts were turning me on. Many other things about my own body were
turning me on, things that I had never noticed as a man.
Sitting in the car was another new feeling. I felt like there
were
small pillows beneath my butt, and they seemed to spread out to the sides
when I sat down. Part of me was saying, "My hips are too wide, and I have
fat thighs." Another part was saying, "What a sexy body! I love those
curves." I also noticed that my back was positioned flatter against the
back of the seat and that my breasts hid most of what was below from
sight. Once again, the thrill of sex sent waves through my mind and body.
I had never seen breasts, from this angle, and the sight excited me. I
also was proud of my breasts, and, as a male, I wanted to touch them.
I was pulled out of my attempts at auto-eroticism by other
thoughts.
Thoughts that did not seem my own and should have sent me into panic.
However, they did not. Instead, I took them as mine and obeyed them.
These thoughts told me how I was to act at the party (like a sex starved
slut), how I was to approach men (rubbing and caressing them with all of
my body parts), and how I was to respond to their proposals (promise them
something later). They also told me how I was to work my way to one
person (my friend Bryan) and what I was to do to him (have sex with him
and satify him anyway he wanted). They left me with the feeling that more
would come later.
When I looked down, I noticed that my left hand was down at my
crotch
with fingers edging under my garment. It was very moist down there. Had
I wet
myself? No, not enough for that. I reached in farther, trying to
re-arrange
Chuck, but I couldn't find him. Suddenly, my finger slipped into a
crevice. I found something in there that felt like a very tiny penis, but
there was no way that any drug could have made Chuck that small. I was
touching it, and I noticed that it started to grow but just a little. At
the same time, my right hand was near my breast, and a finger or two had
found their way to my nipple. I felt a respone there also. The nipple
was pushing out against my dress and showed as a little point.
I became very conscious that this shouldn't be happening. They
are not my breasts, just silicon paste-ons. Then,... My mind went blank
and I felt a sudden thrill of pleasure. "What was I so worried about?" I
asked myself. I sat back with my arms to my sides and relaxed. I spent
the rest of the drive to the party in an expectant bliss.