Girls of Alpha Beta Delta Ch. 85

"Goddamn you look cute, Rikki!" Bill exclaimed, rising off his couch as he did so, brunette wig slightly askew. "No cursing," Bill's wife Chrissy said from a bar stool, a magazine and vodka martini in front of her. As Rikki made her way forward, from guest bathroom to livingroom, "she" found it a little odd that Chrissy objected to her husband's swearing but not to his sharing their home with a fellow crossdresser. "Give me a hug!" Bill further exclaimed, meeting Rikki halfway. "You two couldn't find a dress?" Bill, dressed like Rikki in wig, makeup, bra, panties, stockings and shoes (heels in Bill's shorter case, Rikki in strappy flats), ignored his wife as they first hugged then kissed on the lips. "No kissing in front of me," Chrissy said, her back to them, eyes in the back of her head apparently. "It was just a peck," Bill protested. "OK but no making out," Chrissy cautioned. "Not

[Note to Readers: I know that some of you have been getting impatient with the way this story has wandered away from its original characters and settings. I understand where you're coming from, but I am just feeling my way around here, trying to broaden the palette a little bit. Please know that your patience is appreciated, as well as the time you spend reading, and your comments — even the negative ones. My hope is that in the end it'll all be worth your while.] Jenny got out her own laptop and began to research what was happening in Austin that weekend. She had been scrolling through an event calendar for a few minutes, not seeing anything that particularly grabbed her, when suddenly a familiar name appeared. It took her a second to place it, and then she realized — this was Hana's band, and they were playing the very next night! She wasn't superstitious by nature, but this seemed like a pretty clear sign. She decided that she would do whatever she had to do to make