Dylan stood in front of the mirror gazing at herself. She was 5'6", weighed 135 pounds and had a slightly boyish figure. She'd never been curvy like most women but after years of being frustrated, she'd finally accepted herself and her body for what it was. She was toned and muscular with a flat stomach, defined arms and muscular legs. She kept her curly blond hair cropped short but even that didn't mask her feminine facial features. She turned in the mirror, frowning at her imperfections and wrinkling her nose. Dylan ran her hands over her stomach and down to her waist before strapping a soft leather harness on her hips. The leather fit comfortably against her skin as she tightened the straps. She meant to have fun...so the choice of attachments wasn't a hard one to make. From her dresser drawer, she took a 7 inch flesh colored cyberskin dildo and attached it to the harness. After adjusting its placement to just over her clit, she pulled on a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The bulge that the dildo created was the perfect size. It would be noticeable to those who were looking for it, but it wasn't too big to hide in her pants. Now, the image in the mirror looked more complete.
Dylan walked over to her closet and looked at her clothes for a moment before choosing a pair of dark washed, MEK jeans that fit low on her hips, slim in the right places but baggy enough to be comfortable. She also chose a slim fitting dark gray button down shirt with white pinstripes. A white leather belt and black and white Pumas completed the outfit. She stepped into the jeans and fastened them low on her hips. The black waist band of her underwear showed just above the waist of her pants, then she threaded the belt through the waist of her jeans and fastened the buckle. In the mirror she could see herself transforming. She liked what she saw. She slipped on the shirt over her white tank top and buttoned it, then rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. After putting on her shoes she stepped back to the mirror. Perfect, she thought. Dylan was on a mission. It was time to go.
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Downtown on the 39th floor of an office building, Kate sat at her desk going over case briefs for the third time. It was the biggest case she'd ever landed and she was up to her ears in paper work. She'd been the first one in and the last one to leave the office for two weeks and the trial was still a month away. She was exhausted. Finally, she decided to leave. The paper work would be there Monday morning when she got back. Her phone rang, causing her to jump. "Hello?" he voice on the other line was loud and there was laughter in the background. Kate smiled as her best friend's voice echoed back to her.
"Hey! We're going out tonight. We're downstairs." Kate didn't even have time to object before the call was ended. She tried to arrange her desk in some semblance of order before walking out. She wouldn't sleep at home--there was more work waiting for her there. She might as well go out and have a drink or two to relax. It was Friday after all.
Since making junior partner at her firm, she'd spent more time in her office than in her apartment; so she'd started keeping an extra set of clothes in her office. She opened the closet and took out the black a-line skirt and red button down shirt she'd put in there that morning. She quickly changed out of her gray pant suit and applied a fresh coat of red lipstick. Kate had curly, chocolate brown hair that she usually wore in a loose twist. She looked in her small compact mirror and decided to wear her hair down so she ran her fingers through it to loosen the curls. In less than 5 minutes she was out the door and on the elevator. Her friends were in the lobby waiting on her, all dressed similarly to Kate. When the elevator door opened, they all cheered in greeting. "Kate! Is that really you? I thought we'd lost you forever!" one woman said, laughing. Kate shook her head and smiled.
"Where are we going tonight?" Kate asked as they all headed for the door.
"It's a surprise."
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Dylan handed her keys to the valet and walked into the club. The bouncer checked her ID and secured a pink paper bracelet around her left wrist. Dylan looked around the club as she made her way to the bar. It was a mixed crowd with just as many straight people as there were gay people. The diversity of the club is what drew Dylan there in the first place. All of the strictly gay clubs either had horrible drag shows or were full of half naked gay men. Straight bars were just that...straight bars. But this place was different. Straight couples mingled with gay and lesbian couples. The DJ played a nice mix of House and Top 40/rap music and the drinks were strong.
Dylan took a seat at the bar and ordered a SoCo and lime. After tipping the bartender she began to survey the dance floor. For a Friday night, it was still early, but Dylan liked to get there before the rush. It was fun to see the club go from nearly empty to packed to the gills. Plus, she got to see everyone as they walked in. No one particularly interesting had walked in while she sipped her drink. There were a few small groups of people on the dance floor, but nothing really exciting. Dylan checked her watch and ordered another drink just as people started to line up at the door and come in.
