"Please stop complaining or you'll give yourself away, and then there's no lesbian sex for you tonight!" Jen, my girlfriend in the middle, snapped back.
At first, I was excited to go to the party and show off Jen to other people, but things changed when I found out the hoops we would have to jump through to attend. Mary, on the left, had a very strict father. Everyone knew that she had the capacity to throw awesome parties because of their family's wealth, but her dad insisted each time, "no boys are allowed!"
Obviously, being male, I would not be able to come. The workaround we agreed to was for each man to buy a skinsuit to wear to the party. That way, everyone could come, regardless of gender. The initial shame of doing so went away after the first party since everyone did it.
After that, we started to enjoy doing it as a tradition. Besides the fun of designing the ideal womanly body for yourself with your girlfriend online, it became fun to pick out clothes to wear together at the mall and have her do my makeup.
Honestly, our relationship became closer than ever, and usually, it ended in hot, steamy, lesbian sex.
I began to worry, though, when she started to prefer me wearing the suit and being disinterested in having sex with me without the suit on. When she started preferring that she wear the strap-on each time, I knew we were in for trouble.
