Continuation
Shocked
Randy went back in the bedroom and search the closet for the rest of the outfit franca had directed him to wear. A box on the shelf above her blouses is labeled "wig/shoes." he took it down and set it on the bed to open it.
The wig fits snugly on his head. He suddenly have straight, black hair that falls just below his ears. The bottom edge is crisp and sharp like a broom. The bangs are just as dramatic, going straight across his forehead just above his eyebrows.
The shoes she has chosen for him are totally slutty. Shiny, black, six-inch heels. He slip his feet into them and take a few tentative steps across the room. He felt the shoes forcing him to perk up his chest and ass. The line from that Shania Twain song flashes through his brain, "Man, he feel like a wo
