Catching Up

The gel was thick and the plug helped to push it higher than my finger could. My cock stiffened slightly from my intentional penetration. I groaned, removed the plug and felt a small dollop of lube slip along the rim of my ass. With one finger I massaged it around the opening, rolled some back into the deep tight entrance and then washed my hands.

Still in the bathroom, I went to work transforming myself from Mike to Victoria. My hair was slightly damp, so I finished drying it with a hair dryer, then applied a protective cream to the locks before flat ironing them. Once I was satisfied with my hair, I ran the tip of my lipstick across my lips, smacked them together and smiled.

There was Victoria. I smirked at her.

As I applied the smoky shades of eye shadow, which would make my eyes pop, I found myself once again thinking of Mark. Was I wrong about the way his voice had sounded when he said my female name, "Victoria"?

I could almost hear his voice in my head. Wasn't that a soft whisper, a gentle caress of words, hadn't he purred my name? Or was I just wishful thinking? I laughed at myself, applied my blush and flounced my hair. Victoria looked back at me and I knew it was time to get dressed, to become one with myself.

Back in my bedroom, I rummaged through my dresser drawer until I found a black garter, stockings, and matching thong. I paused at the closet again, this time taking a moment to pick out a pair of stilettos that would go great with my chosen outfit.

I placed everything on the bed and checked the time. The digital numbers on the clock showed that the minutes were slipping away. A quick call to the local Taxi Company was placed. I wanted no excuses as to why I wasn't drinking the night away, nor did I want to drive home if I had a lover willing to play in the car with me.

Secretly, I hoped Mark would call a cab too, just in case. As soon as I thought the idea, I chastised myself for my wishful thinking. I erased all thoughts, or tried to, and quickly moved to get dressed.