"But why did you do that?" Alan asked.
"I figured that what's good for the gander is good for the goose." Susan declared. "I thought it would be fun to go out, and I know exactly where we're going."
"I can't be seen like this!" Alan said grasping his large breasts with his slender little hands in a most unladylike fashion.
"There's nothing wrong with the way we look. In fact, since we're in disguise, as it were, I want to take advantage and go some place I've always wanted to go, but have been too embarrassed."
"Where?" Alan asked nervously.
"Oh relax. I know darn well you've wanted to go there. Now we can. We're going to The Fast Track." Susan declared with a big grin.
Alan was aghast, "A strip joint? You want to go to a strip joint?".
"It's a gentleman's club, and not just any club, it's where Chrissy used to dance. I've always wondered what it was like, now we can see for ourselves."
"I can't go to a strip joint looking like this!" Alan complained.
"Hmmm, you might have a point. OK, you convinced me. We'll stop first to get you something more appropriate to wear." Susan snickered. "I don't think we have a Hussies Are US, but we'll find something."
"But ..." Alan sputtered as his now very large male wife hurried him out the door in a rapid staccato of heels across the floor.
