Caught Wearing a Bra! Pt. 06

I apologize for the time lapse between Parts 5 and 6 of this series. I got sidetracked by another story idea and sort of forgot that I needed to finish this one until I got an email asking why I didn't. So now I shall.

I hope those who read Parts 1-5 have not lost interest. And if you are just picking up on this, you might want to go back and read Parts 1-5 as this is a continuation of the story.

As always, all characters in this story are fictional (sort of) and are all over 18.

"It's nice to meet you, Anita," Mike said softly in what he hoped was a somewhat feminine voice.

The look on Anita's face was one of confusion. She smiled at Mike, then looked back at Sandra as if asking for an explanation.

"Please join us, Anita," Sandra said, smiling. Mike smiled and looked down at his slushy drink.

"Uh, well, my friends are at a table over there," she said, still looking back and forth from Sandra to Mike and back. "I really should get back to them. We can talk later?"

"Sure," Sandra smiled. "Call me later when you can talk."

"Uh, yeah, I will," Anita said. "Uh, nice to meet you, Michelle," she said.

Mike smiled at her. "Nice to meet you, too."

Sandra watched her walk back to the table with her friends and saw them laughing and talking. She wondered if Anita was telling them about Mike.

"So, that went okay," Mike said. "Right?"

"I think so," Sandra said. Even though she wasn't sure, she didn't want to shake Mike's confidence. "I think she was a little surprised. But I'd kind of told her about you. Just not specifically who you are, or that you work with us."

"Do you think she'll tell anyone?" Mike asked.

Sandra shook her head. "Nah. When I told her I'd met a man who likes to wear my bras and panties she thought it was kind of hot."

Sandra watched Anita talking to her friends. Once she saw her friend look back toward her and Mike, and wondered. But she didn't say anything to Mike.

"So, what now?" she asked. "More shopping, or have you had enough and want to go home?"

Mike thought for a minute. "Can we go to some nice stores like Dillard's and Macy's and try on some nice dresses?" he asked. "I've always wanted to do that."

Sandra laughed. "Sure! Hey, do you want to go try on some bridal gowns?"

Mike shook his head. "No, I don't think I want to go that far," he said. "But maybe some nice formal dresses, like what a woman my age might wear to a fancy dinner or something."

"Sound like fun!" Sandra said.

Again it occurred to Mike as they walked through the mall that he was wearing only one piece of clothing... a sundress. He felt very sexy and feminine as he and Sandra talked and giggled while they walked to the first store. He could feel his soft cock and balls against his smooth thighs when he walked.

"Let me handle this," Sandra said quietly when they walked into the area where the formal gowns were.

"Hi, how may I assist you ladies?" a woman asked as they walked in. Mike guessed her to be in her late 30's to early 40's. She was dressed very conservatively compared to some of the young salesgirls they had encountered earlier in the day. She wore a one-piece dress with a fitted waist jacket, nice hose, probably pantyhose, and shiny pumps with 2" heels. She had an expensive looking watch on her left wrist and bangle bracelets on her right wrist. Her ear rings were black onyx circles with faux pearl inlays. Her make-up was minimal. She looked like a lady who was in charge of making sure the riff-raff didn't come in and try on the expensive gowns.

Sandra looked at her nametag. "Hi, Margaret, I'm Sandra and my sister Michelle here has been invited to the Governor's Ball next month!"

"Oh, how exciting!" Margaret said, smiling. "And you need the perfect gown to wear?"

Mike smiled and nodded. "Yes," he said in his soft voice.

Sandra again spoke for him. "We've been going back and forth about it. I think she needs a long gown, but she says something shorter is okay as long as her knees are covered."

Margaret smiled and nodded. "There was a time when a waltz length gown was almost required for the Governor's Ball, but that's not the case anymore. Personally I think it's ruined the formality of the ball, but I know that last year the Governor's wife herself wore a mid-calf dress. It was a beautiful gown, but still..."

Sandra nodded. "I know what you mean." She turned to Mike. "So, for me, will you at least try on a long gown?"

Mike giggled. "If you insist," he said in his soft voice. He loved Sandra at that moment.

Later that afternoon they were back at Sandra's having a glass of wine and talking about the day. They were turned to face each other on the couch, their sandals on the floor and their pretty feet tucked under them.

"Did you enjoy trying on formal gowns?" Sandra asked.

"Oh, honey, it was so wonderful!" Mike said. "I felt like a princess! Do you think Margaret figured it out?"

"You mean that we weren't really going to buy a gown?" Sandra asked.

"That," Mike said. "And me."

"I think at first she really thought she was going to sell one of the expensive gowns," Sandra laughed. "And, yes, I think she probably figured you out. I'm glad you felt like a princess."

"I hope someday I have a place to wear a gown like those," Mike said. "You must feel really elegant walking into a room in one of those in your high heels with your hair and make-up all done."

"I don't know," Sandra said. "I've never been to a party like that, either."

"You didn't go to prom in high school?" Mike asked.

Sandra nodded. "Sure, but we just wore regular dresses. And to be honest, I felt awkward in mine."

Mike caressed her upper arm. "I'm sorry. You don't look awkward in a dress anymore."

Sandra smiled. "Thank you, sweetie."

"So do you think Anita is going to call you?" Mike asked.

Sandra shrugged. "I don't know. I kind of hope so. I want to talk to her before Monday. I don't want to get any surprises at work."

"You think she might blab to everyone?" Mike asked, suddenly concerned.

Sandra shook her head. "No, I don't really think so. I just want to be sure."

As if on cue Sandra's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and held her finger up to her lips as she pushed the button to put the call on speaker.

"Hi, Anita," she said. "How was your day at the mall with your friends?"

"Hey, Sandra. We had fun. Just did a lot of window shopping. How about you and your cousin?"

"It was good."

"Uh, Sandra, is your cousin there? Like, in the room?" Anita asked.

"No, she laid down for a nap when we got home. What's up?" Sandra asked.

"Well, that wasn't your cousin, was it?" Anita asked. "That was the guy you were telling me about, the one who likes to wear bras and panties. Right?"

Sandra giggled. "Yes, it was. What did you think?"

"Well, you didn't tell me he likes to dress up all the way," Anita said. "But I thought he was kind of cute. But with your similar bodies he looked more like your sister than your cousin," she laughed.

Sandra laughed. "Well, she'll be glad to hear that. She was very nervous about going to the mall."

"I can imagine," Anita said.

"You want to hear a naughty secret?" Sandra asked. A chill shot up Mike's spine. What was Sandra going to tell her?

"Sure."

"Neither of us was wearing panties," Sandra said in a loud whisper.

"You... he was commando in a dress at the mall?" Anita asked.

"Uh, huh," Sandra confirmed. "And when we got our pedicures before we went to the mall."

"Oh, my!" Anita said. "How'd you talk him into that?"

"It wasn't that hard," Sandra giggled.

"Obviously not," Anita laughed. "Well, I guess that dress had a full enough skirt that it wouldn't have been noticeable if it did get hard!"

When they both stopped laughing Anita asked, "Sandra, is it your friend Mike from the office?"

Sandra looked at Mike, who shrugged. "Yes," Sandra said. "Are you shocked?"

"Not really," Anita said. "When you first told me you'd met a man who likes to wear bras and panties, for some reason I thought about Mike. Not that he's really effeminate, but, well, sometimes just a little. Is he going to come to work as Michelle?"

"We're still working on that," Sandra said. "I think our group would be okay with it. There might some guys in other areas that might not be, but the guys in our area are pretty open minded, I think."

"Yeah, probably," Anita said. "But old man Crawford might not be so understanding."

Mike and Sandra both had to suppress a giggles. "Yeah, that's something we need to find out about."

"So how are you going to find out?" Anita asked.

"I'm thinking I'm just going to go to his office and tell him that one of his male employees wants to wear a dress to work and see what he says," Sandra said.

Anita laughed. "I'll go with you! I'd love to see the look on his face when you tell him that."

"Okay," Sandra said. "Actually I think I'll have a better chance of not backing out if I have back-up."

"Well," Anita said. "You do have the law on your side. If Mike says he's transgender I don't think they can refuse to let him work as Michelle."

"That's something we need to check into," Sandra agreed. "But we have time. Mike's not ready to make that move yet."

"Well, let me know when he is," Anita said. "And tell him I think Michelle is cute. I'd like to get to know her better sometime."

"Are you free for lunch tomorrow?" Sandra asked.

"As a matter of fact I am," Anita answered.

"So why don't you come over to my place? I'll fix us something to eat," Sandra offered.

"I'd love to!" Anita said. "Um, will I be having lunch with Michelle or Mike?"

"Do you have a preference?" Sandra asked.

"Yes," Anita said quickly. "I'd love to get to know Michelle."

Sandra looked at Mike, who nodded. "Okay," she said. "We'll have a girl's lunch."

"Great!" Anita said. "Tell Michelle I'm looking forward to it."

"I will," Sandra said before she pushed the button to disconnect the call.

Mike took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I may need to have some mimosas before lunch!" he laughed.

Sandra reached out and pulled him to her for a kiss. "You'll be fine. You just heard her say she thinks you're cute. She might try to get in your panties," she giggled. She ran her hand under the hem of Mike's dress to grab his dick. "That is, if you're wearing panties."

"Hah. I doubt that. I just hope she doesn't laugh at me," Mike said. "And I'll be wearing panties."

Sandra continued to kiss him and play with his quickly hardening cock. "But you're not wearing any right now," she whispered.

Mike ran his hand under the hem of Sandra's dress. "Neither are you," he murmured.

"Mmmm, think we should go to the bedroom?" she asked. "Feels to me like you do."

"Mmmm, yes, I do," he said as Sandra stood and pulled him to his feet.

"Would you be mad at her if she tried to get in my panties?" he asked.

"Well, yes," Sandra said. "She's never tried to get in my panties."

"And you want her to?" he asked.

Sandra turned to face him as she stood by the bed. She cocked her head and grinned coyly. "Maybe."

"You know, I never really thought of you as slutty," Mike laughed as Sandra pulled the dress over his head.

"You bring out the slut in me," she giggled as Mike pulled her dress over her head.

"I make you want to be a lesbian and have sex with your friend?" he asked.

"You make me want to have sex," she said. "You want to keep the tits on or do you want me to take them off?"

"How hard are they to get off?" he asked. Instead of answering Sandra worked her fingers around the edge of one of the foam rubber tits and carefully peeled it off. "Hmm," he said. "Off it is, I guess."

"I can put them back on you for our lunch date tomorrow if you want me to."

"We'll see," Mike smiled.

Sandra pulled Mike down on top of her, guiding him between her spread legs. She reached down to guide his hard cock to her wet opening. She used her other hand to pull Mike's lips to hers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as he pushed his dick into her pussy.

"I hope I can do better for you this time," he whispered as her hot pussy enveloped his hard shaft.

"Shhh," she whispered back. "You were fine last time, and you'll be fine this time. Just fuck me."

Mike worked his dick in and out of Sandra's pussy. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and met his thrusts. He could feel her inner muscles gripping him, milking him. She could feel his shaft throb when he got close to cumming.

She kept one hand on the back of his head holding him in the kiss. She worked the other hand between them and pushed two fingers against her swollen clit.

Suddenly Mike started to pound his cock into her. Sandra had to move her fingers because he was bouncing his pubic bone off of hers. She knew he was about to cum. She put her arms around him and held his chest against hers.

"Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me hard!" she moaned. "Yes, yes, just like that! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

She was close to cumming. She strained, trying to push herself over the top before he held himself deep inside her. But she didn't quite make it. Mike held his pubic bone hard against hers. She could feel his cock throbbing and knew he was spewing his cream deep inside her.

"Oh, yes, baby, give me your cum!" she whispered. "Give me all of your hot cum! Mmmm, yes, fill my pussy!"

Mike collapsed on top of her panting to breathe. He'd lasted a lot longer than the last time, but he was pretty sure he hadn't lasted long enough for her to cum. When he caught his breath he rolled off of her and snuggled into her side.

"I didn't get you there, did I?" he whispered.

She wrapped her arm around him tight. "Almost, baby," she said.

Mike sighed and hoped his voice didn't quiver. "I'm sorry," he said.

"It's okay, baby," Sandra told him. "It feels soooo good when you fuck me. We'll get there."

Mike nodded. "Can I go down and lick you to get you off?"

She turned her head to look at him with a sly grin on her face. "You want to do something kinda nasty?"

He pulled his head back a little. "Uh, probably. What're you thinking?"

"Just lay back and relax," she giggled.

Mike lay on his back, wondering what she had planned. Sandra got on her knees over him. She put her knees on either side of his head. He was looking up into her sloppy pussy. She could see herself in the full length mirror on her closet door.

Sandra stood up on her knees. She reached down to spread her slimy lips apart and started to work her inner pussy muscles. Mike saw the big glob of white cream slowly move toward her gaping hole.

"Are you ready for it?" she asked.

"Yes!" Mike said. He watched he muscles flexing. He watched the blob of his cum.

"Fuck this is so hot!" Sandra panted. She was waiting for the blob of cum that she could feel but couldn't see to drop out of her, hopefully directly into Mike's mouth.

Mike wrapped his arms around her thighs. He wanted to raise his head to lick her pussy, but he waited. Finally the first of the glob of cum started to hang down from her sloppy hole.

"Open your mouth!" she said a little louder than she intended. "Here it comes! I can see it coming! Oh, fuck this is so nasty and hot!"

Finally the drip of cum reached close enough to Mike's mouth that he could suck it in. When he did that Sandra sat down on his face, grinding her sloppy crotch on him, smearing her juices and his cum on his cheeks and nose and chin.

"Oh, yes, yes, baby! Lick me! Lick my nasty pussy! MMmmmmmmmm." She put her hands on his knees but arched her back so that her pussy was still vertical over his mouth. She could feel his tongue swirling around, licking her lips, going into her hole, sliding across her swollen clit."

"Oh, Michelle, yes! Suck my pussy and make me cum! Michelle, yes, yes! I'm going to cum in your mouth! Mmmm, baby swallow our cum together!"

Sandra was grunting and pushing her crotch against Mike's face. She could feel Mike's arms around her hips spreading her ass cheeks. She shifted slightly and was rubbing her ass crack up and down Mike's mouth and chin and nose. She stopped when she felt his tongue probing her tight back door. Mike could feel her puckered hole winking as it spasmed along with her pussy.

Sandra's orgasm started to wane, but she was still rubbing her wet crotch on Mike's face. She looked down and saw that his cock was again hard and jutting from his body. She pulled her ass away from Mike's face and turned around. She tilted her pelvis and Mike's hard dick slipped into her now very sloppy hole.

Mike put his hands on Sandra's hips to pull her down on him. Sandra tilted her pelvis so that her still swollen clit was making contact with Mike's smooth pubis. She moved her hips in little circles while she licked around his lips and cheeks and chin, tasting the juices she'd smeared on him.

"You taste and smell so good!" she hissed as she kissed him. She rubbed her clit a little more urgently on his slick pubic bone. Suddenly her body tensed. She raised her hips and slammed her pussy down on Mike. Her mouth was inches from his. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, here it is, baby! Here it is!" She sat up with her hands on his chest. "HERE IT IS!!!! OOHHHHH, YESSSSSSS!"

Mike could feel her pussy spasming around his hard shaft. He felt the wave of an orgasm wash through him, though not as strong as the one from a few minutes ago. He felt Sandra's juices gushing, soaking his crotch and hips with her sex.

Then she collapsed on him, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Mike gently rubbed her back while he, too, tried to breathe normally.

Sandra finally rolled to his side. "That was so fucking hot!"

"Mmmm, yes it was. Um, Sandra? Did you, uh, you know, while we were, uh?" Mike stammered.

Sandra giggled. "Yes, baby. I had an orgasm while you fucked me. I had an orgasm on your dick! Do you feel better now?"

Mike smiled. "Well, yes and no," he said. Sandra looked at him, puzzled. "On the one hand, making you cum on my dick makes me feel more, um..."

"Manly?" Sandra offered.

Mike nodded. "Yes, manly. And I'm not sure I want to feel manly. I kind of like it when we're lesbians."

Sandra punched Mike on the shoulder. "Oh, you!" she laughed. "I'll still be your lesbian lover, too."

Mike smiled. "Okay," he said as he pulled Sandra to him. He started to say something else but realized that Sandra had dozed off. Mike smiled and closed his eyes. Within minutes he was lightly snoring, too.

"Okay, so do I look okay?" Michelle asked Sandra anxiously. They had spent over an hour choosing which dress Michelle wanted to wear and putting her make-up and wig on. The dress was a light cotton that had round buttons from the waist to the neckline. The neckline was a deep vee that showed a lot of skin on Michelle's chest... but not deep enough to give a glimpse of her bra. The skirt of the dress was full and hit her legs just above her knees.

She wore a matching purple and white bra and panty set with her silicone enhancers in the soft padded cups that gave her a nice full bosom under the slightly tight bodice. She also wore a pair of suntan sheer to waist pantyhose, along with a pair of Sandra's black flats. They were both thrilled that Sandra's shoes fit Michelle so well, which meant that Michelle's shoes would fit Sandra!

Sandra had put just a touch of tan eye shadow on Michelle's upper lids and brushed some mascara on her lashes. She put just a hint of pink on Michelle's cheeks, then showed her how to apply the light red lipstick. Some dangling dream-catcher earrings and some bangle bracelets on her left wrist completed the look.

Sandra rolled her eyes. "Honey, you are perfect. You are pretty and slightly sexy and casual."

Michelle walked into the kitchen and poured herself another goblet of mimosa. "I just want to look like... like a real girl," she said.

Sandra walked over and put her hands on Michelle's shoulders. "Sweetie, you look more like a girl than a lot of girls I know. Now relax and enjoy this."

"I want to!" Michelle said. "This is like something I've dreamed of. I never thought I'd be all dressed up and having lunch with two real women."

Sandra hugged her new friend. "But you are. So relax and enjoy."

A tingle shot up Michelle's spine when she hear the soft knock on the door. Sandra smiled and at her and said "Relax" before she went to open the door. Michelle gulped the goblet of mimosa down and set the empty glass on the counter.

"Hey, girlfriend! Come on in." Sandra said when she opened the door for Anita.

"Hey Sandra," Anita said as she walked into the living room. "And hi, again, Michelle. It's nice to see you again." As she talked she walked across the room and took both of Michelle's hands in hers.

Michelle blushed and smiled. "It's nice to see you again, also," she said in her soft 'girly' voice.

"So, Anita, are you ready for a mimosa?" Sandra asked as she walked in the kitchen area.

"A mimosa would be nice," Anita answered. She squeezed Michelle's hands gently. "You are so pretty," she said softly. Michelle smiled.

Sandra poured a drink for Anita, then refilled hers and Michelle's.

"How about we sit on the patio and enjoy these?" Sandra asked. She took the pitcher to the patio with her.

"Ok, so I want to hear the whole story of how this all got started," Anita said when they were seated.

"You already know most of it," Sandra said.

Sandra told how she had seen that Mike was wearing a bra under his shirt, but didn't say anything. She described the scene in the copy room just a few days ago, how she put her hand on Mike's back and told him she knew he was wearing a bra. And how she invited him over for a drink to talk about it.

"Now here's the part you don't know," Sandra said. "Mike was so jumpy in the copy room because I wasn't the first person that day to feel his bra under his shirt. Right, Michelle?"

Michelle laughed and nodded.

"So do we tell Anita who else had felt your bra strap that day?" Sandra asked.

"Well, hell, now you have to!" Anita said. "I'm not leaving here until I know."

Sandra looked at Michelle. Michelle took a deep breath and looked at Anita. "Mr. Crawford."

Anita's eyes widened. "No, shit? Old man Crawford busted you wearing a bra at work? What did he say?"

"Nothing at first," Michelle said. "I was showing him some numbers on my computer screen that didn't look right. He leaned in to get a better look at my screen and put his hand on my back as he did it. Right on top of the bra strap. He didn't say anything, but I knew he felt it."

"Holy Crap," Anita said. "So come on, what does that have to do with you sitting here looking all pretty today?"

"Well, Sandra invited me over and asked me why I wear a bra, and we talked, and now here we are," Michelle said with a smile.

"Oh, come on," Anita said. "So, have you been dressing up for a long time? Are you going to, uh, what do they call it when they change?"

"Transition?" Sandra asked. Anita nodded and pointed at her as she took a drink of her mimosa. "I'll answer for Michelle. She has been wearing her twin sister's bras and panties since she was young. At this point I'm pretty sure she doesn't plan to transition, but I think that could change."

Anita looked at Michelle, who nodded. "Yes, that pretty much sums it up."

"Ok," Anita said. She looked at Sandra. "But when we were talking we talked about telling Crawford that he has an employee who wants to wear a dress to work. Were you just kidding around?"

Sandra shook her head. "No, I'm trying to convince her to come to work as Michelle."

"Oh, wait," Anita said. "If Crawford already knows she wears a bra under her male clothes it seems it might not be that hard to convince him she should wear a dress if she wants to." She turned to look at Michelle. "And you should want to. You are prettier than a lot of women we work with."

"Well, there's more to the Crawford story than you know," Sandra giggled. Anita looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"So that first day when Crawford felt my bra strap under my shirt he had me print out some reports on those numbers I was showing him and called me into his office to talk about them," Michelle told her. "But he didn't really want to talk about the numbers. He wanted to talk about my bra, and why I was wearing it, and if it was pretty."

Anita sat back and sipped on her drink. "Really? Sounds to me like he was pretty curious about it. You think he wears one, too?"

Michelle shook her head. "No, I think he was just interested in mine."

"So, what happened?"

"Nothing that day," Sandra resumed telling the story. "But that night Michelle came over here for a drink and we talked about bras." She turned and looked at Anita. "You know my thing with bras." She looked at Michelle. "She knows I don't have tits," she explained.

"Anyway, Mike showed me his bra and I showed him my bra, and then we showed each other our panties and..."

"Wait," Anita said, almost choking on her drink. "Mike was wearing panties?"

Sandra nodded. "And pantyhose. So we both stripped out of our work clothes to compare bras and panties and hose, and, well, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed."

Anita looked at Michelle. "How long have you been wearing bras and panties and hose to work? And are the bras and panties matching sets?"

Michelle blushed. "Panties and hose for a few years. I just started wearing bras recently. I was afraid someone would notice, and someone did!"

"And, yes, she has matching bra and panty sets," Sandra said. "And the best thing is, mine fit her and hers fit me!"

Anita set her goblet towards Sandra for a refill. "Okay, so what next? This is getting complicated."

Sandra laughed. "Yeah, it is! The next day Michelle wore my bra and panties and hose to work and I wore hers. Both pairs of panties and hose were, um, a little stiff."

Anita was looking back and forth, from Sandra to Michelle and back. "You wore each other's used panties and hose? And when you say stiff, I'm assuming with, um, you know, body fluids from sex?"

Sandra laughed. "Yes, Michelle made me orgasm in my panties and hose, and I made her orgasm in her panties and hose and, well..." She shrugged and grinned.

"So wait. If I remember, that morning you were sitting on my desk talking to me before we got started working, and you were wearing panties and hose with... with... cum in them?" Anita asked.

Sandra giggled. "Yeah, I guess I was."

Anita laughed and shook her head. "I thought I was smelling something like that, but I thought it was just my imagination. I mean, I never dreamed you'd come to work wearing dirty hose and panties."

"It wasn't your imagination," Sandra laughed. "But it gets better." She looked at Michelle. "Your turn."

Michelle blushed. "Well, that afternoon Joe... Crawford called me into his office again. This time he offered me a drink and wanted to talk more about my bra... and panties and hose. He wanted to see them. So I showed him."

"You took your shirt and pants off right there in his office?" Anita gasped.

Michelle nodded. "Yes. Then he asked me to come around his desk so he could see me better. Then he asked if he could touch me."

"I'm guessing you let him," Anita said more than asked.

Michelle nodded. "Yes, I did. To be honest, I wanted him to. I don't get touched like that. Especially by someone who isn't teasing me."

"Did something happen?" Anita asked softly. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Michelle tossed her head and laughed. "Yes, something happened. And I don't mind telling you. He started touching me, and I started touching him, and he stood up and pulled us together and he dry humped me and made a mess on my hose... or, rather, Sandra's hose. And I made a mess in them."

Anita sat back fanning herself. "That is so hot! You did it right there in his office? With all of us working right outside?"

Michelle blushed and nodded.

"So what's next?" Anita asked.

"Well, for starters, Crawford has an apartment somewhere near the office. He's invited Michelle to come to dinner," Sandra said.

"As Michelle?" Anita asked.

Michelle nodded. "They whole package."

"So what are you going to wear? Can I help you get ready? Do we need go shopping? Is that why you were at the mall yesterday?" Anita asked.

Michelle and Sandra laughed. "Yes, you can help," Michelle said. "I'm not sure what I'm going to wear, but Sandra has a really nice skirt and blouse that I think will be nice."

After they ate lunch Michelle showed Anita the blouse/skirt she had chosen. Anita, of course, insisted that Michelle try it on for her. They talked about what heels she would wear, and what they would do with her make-up and hair.

"I really think you should come to work as Michelle tomorrow," Anita said as she was leaving.

Michelle smiled. "Thank you for the compliments, but I don't think I'm quite ready for that," she said. "And I don't think most of Crawford and Son is ready for it, either."

Anita kissed Michelle on the cheek. "Someday," she said. "Soon."