Sue's Party
	On June 29th June 2002 Sue had a get together at her house for friends, family and neighbours. Sarah and I drove up together in male mode. Sue has a charming house in a terrace of four right out in the countryside with a large sitting room/lounge and kitchen. Elin and Dawn had already arrived and after a drink and a chat, we commenced gentle competition for the best mirror and lighting in order to get ourselves ready.
	I started the night in a skin tight black sleeveless polo neck dress that just reached below my buttocks (as the picture shows), fishnet tights, black courts and short blond wig. Not the sort of outfit I usually wear but I just felt like a radical change and this seemed a safe environment to experiment. By now Cheryl, Ellie, Bev, Amanda and Julie had arrived. We sat in the lounge and chatted for a bit. Then I found myself dashing back upstairs. Although I'd done my lip liner all over, I'd forgotten the actual lipstick, a blond moment if ever there was one!
	Later we were joined by Sue's neighbours and I particularly enjoyed chatting with the female neighbours , one who was just visiting next door from Australia and one of whom (Chrissy) was most interested in my motivations for dressing etc. as well as being very complimentary about my figure. Naturally I lapped that up ! Of course, being Sue and JJ's party, there was lots of great music and soon the sitting room had transformed into a dance floor.
	Janet and Julie (yes another one), the sisters of Jessica, were hugely enthusiastic dancers who insisted that everyone join in - they literally dragged us back onto the 'dance floor' if we tried to sit things out. I can't remember having danced for such a long period of time! Nor can I remember Dawn or Sarah ever dancing so much. Of course I couldn't resist fitting in at least one change of outfit and as I was rather hot from dancing decided to slip into the new summer dress that I last wore in London clubbing.
	At one point in the evening I was in a rather naughty mood so I teased one of the male neighbours who was leaving that he should be asking us all for a kiss good night. He said no thanks but jokingly said a hug would be OK. Well I don't know what came over me but I rushed up to him and did indeed give him a hug (which he took very well)! And I hadn't had a drop of alcohol I promise - I guess I was high on adrenaline.
	We eventually all ran out of energy by 2:30 am so, having stripped off our finery and makeup, retired to sleep (in my case in a sleeping bag on the living room floor). Eight fitful hours later we were all up and about again. After a communal bacon butty breakfast during which there was general agreement on the high quality of the previous night's party, Sarah and I set off for home.
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