"Cindy, bring me the bowl," Lydia asked the incredibly black girl in the shimmering white minidress. Cindy, in response, fetched an ornate copper bowl that contained a slip of paper for each person at the party.
"Sandra, will you pick a name?" Lydia suggested.
"Dale," Sandra announced after drawing and reading one slip from the bowl.
"Dale", you may give one command," Lydia announced.
Dale smoothrf his pleated skirt over his nylon-clad legs and asked, "Who's that over there in the black shirt? Is he one of those special guys you told me about?"
"Yes, that's Jeff, and he did, uh, take a shower this morning" Lydia confirmed.
"Well, Jeff, drop 'em and let's see what you've got," Dale commanded.
Jeff looked sheepishly around the circle of partygoers, then timidly dropped his shorts. Beneath them he was wearing a plain but enticing little pair of girl's white nylon panties. The way the panties fit smoothly over his crotch were proof to everyone that he couldn't possibly have a dick or balls.
"Those too," Dale commanded, and then Jeff dropped his smooth shite panties. Everyone gasped at the sight of a neat, closely trimmed pussy set in the body of an otherwise ordinary teen-age boy.
"Jeff, you may now draw one name and give a command to that person," Lydia instructed. Cindy then brought the bowl to Jeff, knelt right in front of him, and checked out his pussy at close range. Jeff could feel her breath against it and started to get wet. After a few moments of that and a good sniff, Cindy stood up, turned toward the group, and announced, "It's real and it works."
"What about my command?" Jeff asked.
"For sure," Cindy replied, then she held the bowl above his head and Jeff picked a name.
Jeff opened the name slip, read it, smirked, and announced, ...
