Mrs. Porter would not hear of it... she handed me over to one of my many admirers, to be escorted to the dance floor. I was a bit worried that this game had taken on a life of its own and I really knew that it had and that I was pretty much trapped... I decided to try to make the best of it, at least for the evening.
I spent the rest of the evening just enjoying the party, only 'dancing backwards and in high heels'> The women kept me busy as a dance partner for the most of the evening, engaging me in conversation about my transformation and punishment... I certainly felt like a pretty woman at a party.