"You're finished," she said, "at least for today, but I've got an idea we could enjoy idea we could enjoy ourselves again. Look." With that, she gestured that I should turn round and look in the mirror. What I saw took my breath away. I was female. I was dressed as you can guess, in black camisole, with stockings and suspenders, and my face was painted to match. The hair style added to the illusion. Whatever it did to me, it seemed to do something for Susan. That evening we were back to where be'd been before and she seemed to delight in kissing this 'girl' she had created. I remember that she sent me to retouch my lipstick after she smeared it when we kissed.