"Let's meet everyone, shall we? At least those that are here," Lydia urged as she led Jon and Joseph into the party.
"Sandra, say hello to Jon and Joseph, would you?" Lydia began. They're two of those, uh, special guys we talked about. You know, with nice pussies instead disgusting... Yeah. Jon and Joseph, this is my friend Sandra Swanson."
Sandra was wearing a black corset, a very short, very tight black miniskirt, scarlet fishnet stockings, and chrome spike heels. Jon was pleased that no whips or handcuffs were visible, but the riding crop worried him.
"Uh, hi, Sandra," both boys greeted her, then Joseph continued, "That's quite an outfit you have there."
"I'm glad you like it. Perhaps you'd consider something similar for yourself, eh? You could, you know. I guess you guys can wear anything now. We could try some makeup right now, if you like."
"Uh, maybe later," Joseph stalled, then he let Sandra guide him to the far side of the room.
"Cindy, this is Joseph and his friend Jon," Lydia announced. "Guys, this Cinderella Barkley."
"What is this? Some kind of game?" Joseph asked Lydia. Neither she nor Cindy seemed offended, though. Cindy -- or more correctly Cinderella -- had just about the darkest skin either boy had ever seen on a human being. She was wearing a brilliant white, strapless, lycra miniskirt decorated with very formal, very thin white lace. In keeping with her name she also wore a white tiara, but it looked strange against her stubble haircut. Jon was sure she must have glued it in place.
"We like to have our fun," Cindy explained in a strong African accent. "You boys or whatever aren't going to reject the unusual, are you?"
"Uh, no; we're here to play games and learn," Joseph explained before Jon could stop him.
"Ah, de games!," Cindy responded enthusiastically, but then Lydia resumed her introductions. Sarah McMillan was there in her cheerleader outfit. Ophelia Oliver, a middleweight on the boy's wrestling team, sported a crew cut and a silvery sleek nylon unitard. Rhoda Roark made both boys wince as she shook their hands. She was wearing a hard hat, a reflective vest, a plaid shirt, baggy jeans, and work boots.
"Who are those girls over there?" Joseph asked hopefully. The two he indicated were wearing fairly normal clothes and seemed, at least, to have fairly normal proportions.
"Those are Sandy and Dale. As you can see, they like dressing up," Lydia replied.
"Someone told me Sandy and Dale were twin boys," Jon probed. He knew something fishy was going on because the stone had told him they were boys. It had to be correct.
"Yes, of course they are. But as I said, they like dressing up," Lydia explained with some irritation. So what if Sandy and Dale were wearing pumps, nylons, pleated skirts, well-stuffed blouses, makeup and long hair?
"Ah, here come Alan and Jeff. Now we can begin," Lydia remarked as Sandra let them in the front door.
"Oh good grief. Look what they're wearing!" Joseph remarked.
