Betrayed Chapter 4

"But Baby, you already did," she pouted. "You told me you didn't want to stop. You haven't changed your mind already, have you? I would be so disappointed."

"It's just... I mean..."

Open mouth, insert foot, Bud. It's a little too late to claim you didn't think she was serious. This isn't the sort of thing Dianna would kid about, anyway.

"... I would be embarrassed to death if someone recognized me," I squeaked.

My lover just shook her head back and forth. Her smile was not to be denied; nor was her gentle kiss on my lips.

"You are so silly!" she proclaimed. "I doubt that would be a problem here, but your wish is my command. We will just have to make sure no one can. Who would know more about that than us?"

"What is she gonna wear, Dianna?"

My sweetheart grinned and reached into her shoulder bag.

"This little number right here," she crowed, whipping out her semi-sheer blouse, suede suit and mules. "She loved it on me this afternoon. Now, let's see how it looks on her!"

In less time than it took to describe it, I was in Dianna's outfit from earlier that day. It might not have looked quite as good on me as it had on her, but I was surprised how good it did look – pleasantly surprised. Aside from my lack of makeup and hair, I didn't look like a man in a dress, which I had fully expected. Those previously-mentioned shortcomings did not last for long.

I was shepherded into a reclining salon-style chair and dropped almost to horizontal. A salon apron was draped over my body, covering everything from the neckline down and protecting my clothing from whatever was to come. Then, they really went to work on me. The cast of 'makeup artists' changed constantly as girls came and went for their respective sets on stage. My eyebrows were attacked simultaneously with four or five pairs of tweezers. Individual hairs were ripped out without mercy or so much as a by-your-leave. When, at last, they were satisfied, they examined my complexion for imperfections.