This was so weird. His wife, who appeared to be his husband now, except that he wasn't actually the wife, he was the other woman ... aahh! Susan had escorted him out to the car, opened the door, and handed him down into the passenger seat as if he were a fragile young thing so quickly he was still trying to object. Obviously to no avail as they were already well on the way.
"Susan, what will people think? We can't be seen in public like this!"
"People will see a great looking couple. On the off chance that someone we know sees us, they will think that you are stepping out on your wife. Don't worry, I happen to know she'll be very understanding. Relax, this will be fun. You get to go to the Fast Track with your wife's permission and encouragement. How many men get to say that?"
"Not many I have to agree, but unfortunately that rare group of men with carte-blanc doesn't exactly include me either at the moment. What if I do something to embarrass us?"
"You're worried about maintaining proper decorum in a strip club? Be serious!" Susan said as she parked.
Running around to the passenger side, Susan was getting a real kick out performing the gentlemanly assistance for the now lovely little Alan. Alan wasn't really small, in fact he was taller than she normally was, but compared to the male body she had at the moment, Alan seemed quite delicate. On top of that, it was deliciously fun watching Alan's chest bounce with every hip sway and ankle wobble that accompanied each step in those heels. "Is this what all men see", she wondered? Smiling as she listened to Alan's rapid tic-tac of heels to her silent long slow strides, Susan hustled her husband turned cutie, to a store that would have the kind or wardrobe Susan thought that Alan should wear for a strip club outing.
