Keith rode up in the glass elevator to his room on the 41st floor wondering if this WorldCon, his 3rd, would be any different. As a convention, WorldCon was the best, and Keith always fully enjoyed the Con part of the week. But cons in general were excuses to party, and WorldCon presented an exemplary opportunity to have all kinds of non-programmed fun. Unfortunately, this aspect of the science fiction convention experience was generally a problem for Keith. He was painfully shy and just a touch geeky (not that that was unusual at any con), and he tended to sit in the corner of the ConSuite (or whatever other party he dropped into) and watch the action pass him by.
The first two days of the Con were normal - lots of panels and movies, a brief stop in two parties (one a Steeleye Span sing-along party, the other with an Anime theme), and then to bed to watch TV until midnight when he fell asleep.
The third day, he saw Her. She was in the art show looking at a painting of a mostly naked lady, by an artist Keith had never heard of. He was immediately stricken: she was incredibly beautiful, absolute perfection.
She was short, compact, with dirty-blonde hair cut short. She was wearing a leather jacket, black with silver studs, faded jeans, and a sweatshirt bearing a picture of Astro Boy. Many people would not have seen her in the same way Keith did, but he was instantly in love.
Unfortunately, Keith just couldn't bring himself to actually talk to the beauty. She walked away, leaving Keith staring at the painting and thinking of the girl. He took a deep breath and followed her as she paced through the show, stopping mainly by pictures of nude and semi-nude women, but also favoring starscapes and spaceships in flight. One painting, though, caused him to stop following her - it was a picture of a very feline woman, a tigress melded with a human, and the basic model could only have been his new-found love. He looked at the bidsheet and paused for a moment, then put down a second bid that doubled the first - he had to have the painting, because he'd now probably never see his love again. He examined at the other paintings by the same artist, a man named Robinson - many were of cats, humans, or melds, but none had his love as the model. After spending some more time staring at the tigress, he left the art show, his mind in a fog.
The rest of that day was rather a waste for Keith. He spend most of it wandering through the common areas of the convention space looking for the woman. Unfortunately, there were over 6500 fans in attendance at this particular WorldCon and the likelihood of him finding one person in that throng was vastly small. As night drew nigh, Keith figured he would do something he never had before - he'd party hop: visit every open party in the hotel (all 50 floors) hoping to locate his love.
'Long about 3am, Keith stumbled off the elevator on the 26th floor. He had been to so many parties he had long since lost count: he was being methodical about it, and so had visited every open door from the 4th floor up, only now arriving at the 26th. To be sociable, he had partaken of at least one drink or smoke in every room he had visited, so was not quite high in more than altitude (which was a first for the 25 year old).
Actually, he hadn't imbibed in every room he visited. He had discovered that some attendees, either too poor or too late to register for the dealers' room used their hotel rooms as display and sale areas. There was as great a diversity of 'freelance' dealers as were represented in the official sales room - more, in fact, as some of the more esoteric wares sold from the rooms wouldn't have been let near the officialdom of the dealers' room. Things from the illegal to the authentically occult - things that Keith had mostly surveyed briefly before moving on to the next door. Until now.
For the first open door he encountered in his scouring of the 26th floor was (as advertised on the door in very ornate lettering) 'The Illumination Magic Shop'. The room, one of a suite, was done up very atmospherically - almost like a movie set of a magic shop. But the woman who sat behind the low table just within the door seemed, to Keith's befogged senses, to belong there - she lent the place an air of authenticity.
He stopped before the table and looked bemusedly at the trappings in the room, swaying a bit before leaning against the wall. His eye was caught by a brightly glowing crystal far back in the room, and he felt something strange click in his mind.
The proprietress asked, "What can I do for you this new morn?"
Keith's gaze was drawn from the crystal to the woman, his eyes a bit glazed. He felt a strange need to tell this woman his deepest wish. He said, "I...I saw a woman to...yesterday and fell in love. I'm trying to find her in hopes that we'll hit it off and...well..."
The woman smiled and said, "Yes, I understand. Just a minute..." She reached under the table and pulled out a small black ball. She held it in her hand for a moment, then closed her eyes while holding the ball against her temple. She smiled after a moment, opened her eyes, and put the ball back under the table. Then she stood and went to a shelf, lifting from it a small jewelry box. Returning to the table she offered the box to Keith saying, "This will get you your girl, but it will be on her terms. Do you want that?"
Keith, eyes still glazed, paused a moment, then said, "Yes. Anything to be with her."
"Then take the box and look in it."
Keith obeyed, and found a small faceted emerald in a three-clawed silver setting. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was an earring for a pierced ear. he said, "It's beautiful. Is it for her? And if so, how do I find her?"
"No, my child. It is for you."
"But, I don't have a pierced ear. How can it be for me?"
"Bend down here and show me your ear. Left one, I think." Again, Keith obeyed, without really thinking. The woman took his earlobe between her thumb and forefinger and said a soft word. Keith felt a brief instant of pain, and then nothing. She released his ear, then took the earring from the box and slipped it through the new hole in his earlobe, fastening it once it was settled.
Keith straightened and put a hesitant hand to his new piece of jewelry. He was more than a bit amazed at how fast this was all going. He said, "Um, how much...?"
"Do not trouble yourself, child. Gifts such as this one always repay themselves. Good luck in your new life, child. Go back to your room and get some sleep - you don't need to look for Tammy Kalen any more."
Keith perked up at the mention of the name, and then suddenly felt very, very sleepy. He mumbled, "Thank you," and stumbled back to the elevator. He was in even more of a fog as the elevator carried him up to floor 41, and he then managed to drag himself down the hall, to the left, in his door (with only minor fumbling of his mag-card key), and right into bed without even undressing, sound asleep literally before he hit the sheets.
Keith awoke to hot sunlight feeling very groggy and uncomfortable - almost in pain. He opened his eyes and rolled over, and found long dark hair obscuring his vision. For a moment he panicked - remembering scores of movies where the hero picks up someone while he's drunk and doesn't recall it in the morning, he wondered who he had brought home last night, most of which was nothing more than a blur of light and sound, and the disorienting feeling of being thuroughly drunk.
Groaning, he sat up, clutching his head. His clothes felt strange - too loose, yet touching in places they shouldn't. Squinting in the sunlight, he looked around his bed and found himself alone. Then he looked down at himself, and screamed!
He rolled off the bed and stood shakily in front of the wall mirror looking at himself. The only thing he recognized about the image he saw was the tattered clothes he was almost wearing. As for the rest...
What he was looking at was a striking, dark haired young woman dressed only in the rag-like remnants of a tie-dyed t-shirt and jeans.
He lifted a hesitant hand to his head, watching the feminine arm in the mirror mimic the movement. Then, tactile evidence forced him to stop divorcing himself from the mirror's image: the hair he touched was nothing like his had been - now it was thick and silky, sensuous even though rumpled with sleep. His hand slipped down to touch the cheek of the face that was slightly fuller than it had been yesterday, though it was still very oval. He stared at eyes that were rounder and greener than yesterday (then, they had been a murky blue); at a smaller, finer nose; higher cheekbones (accounting for the added fullness); and fuller, redder lips. His hand caressed his cheek and found it smoother than he could ever remember it being.
Still numb with disbelief, Keith took a moment to slip the neckband of the destroyed t-shirt over his head, discovering how long his hair was now: mid-back. Tossing the rag aside, he stared again at the image in the mirror. If the face was hard to deal with, the torso was worse. Mostly because of what it now had that it hadn't ever had before - breasts.
They were full and firm, with tiny pink nipples right at their tips. He lifted his hand even more hesitantly to those creamy mounds of woman-flesh and sighed a bit with disbelief when he felt the ultra-soft, warm, bulging skin of his newly enlarged right breast. His thumb shifted to touch the nipple, which drew another gasp from him as the slight touch generated a bolt of sensation that shot right to his groin. And then he gasped yet again when he felt a very familiar response down there to that bolt.
Even more confused now, Keith hurriedly stripped out of his tattered jeans and underwear. He gasped again (again) when it slipped down over his very wide hips and he saw that he still possessed his cock and balls.
Now fully nude, he looked back at the mirror. The image he now presented was both bizarre and very sexy. He was all woman - face, hair, chest, arms, legs, stomach, hips, and ass, but instead of a pussy between those shapely legs, he sported his old equipment, now rather more hairless than they had been before: the only hair on his body below his neck was a small squarish patch of luxuriantly thick, raven black hair just over the root of his cock.
As he looked at himself (or should that be herself?) in the mirror, his cock slowly continued the inflation it had begun when he had touched his nipple. Intrigued, and lured by the eroticism of the view, Keith closed one hand about his cock and placed the other on his nipple. He began stroking his cock as he pinched his nipple, the former increasing rapidly as the latter generated three or four times as much pleasure as just stroking ever had before. Building to an orgasm faster than he normally did, he was shooting his cum with body wrenching spasms all over the mirror. When the last wad was spent, he collapsed backward on the bed, very wrung out.
As he rested, his mind cleared a bit. He remembered (albeit vaguely) his stop in the 'Illumination Magic Shop' the night before. His clean hand touched his left earlobe and found the emerald stud there. He remembered his 'wish' too - to find the woman he had fallen in love with yesterday. And he also remembered how the shopkeeper had said something about "...on her terms..." and wondered just who he had fallen in love with.
As his fingers clasped the emerald stud in his ear, he felt it get hotter rapidly, beginning to burn both fingers and ear. He tried to snatch his hand away, but found it stuck there. The heat grew greater, then swelled and passed, too fast to really hurt throughout his body and was gone. And, in its wake, Keith felt his mind alter subtly to match the more drastic changes in his/her body.
Gender identity was the most obvious change. Keith was no longer a 'him': in fact, she couldn't even accept the name 'Keith' any more. She thought for a minute, then decided that she liked Kathy.
After a brief trip to the bathroom to clean up, she stood before the mirror again, this time fully accepting, and even proud of, her body. It was perfect - sexy and beautiful, with full, firm breasts and long lusty cock. Kathy was 500% better than Keith had been, and if this was what her new love wished, then she would thank both her new love and the witch at the magic shop, both of whom had made this change possible.
Eventually, she turned away from the mirror, after staring at herself long enough to memorize her new body. Her attention now turned to finding her love...what had the shopkeeper called her? Ta...Tammy Kalen, that was it. Tammy. Beautiful name.
She opened the dresser drawers, revealing an array of t-shirts and a few pairs of jeans, as well as a large collection of white cotton jockey shorts. She made a face of annoyance at the sight - she knew the underwear wouldn't fit well, nor, probably, the jeans. She knew that the t-shirts should - they were fairly stretchy, after all. She figured that what she had worn the night before had ended up tattered because of the suddenness of the physical change: certain of her dimensions had changed, but not enough to make her rip out of her clothes like some kind of half-female Hulk ordinarily.
Choosing a dark colored Star Trek t-shirt, she began to dress in Keith's clothes. She had guessed correctly: the underwear felt awful, and the jeans were incredibly tight around her hips, but extremely loose around the waist. Only the t-shirt was relatively comfortable - it squeezed her breasts a bit, but it also flattered her figure.
Accessing the image she presented in Keith's clothes with a fashion sense he had never possessed, she decided that she could venture from the room without dying from embarrassment, as long as the first thing she did was find something new to wear. Filling her pockets (and making a note to pick up a purse with the clothes) and pinning on the con badge, she left her room for the first time as Kathy.
First stop was a store where she bought four pairs of jeans and some shirts more her size. A department store stop got her a dozen panties and three bras, along with a pocket book. She went back to her hotel room and got out of Keith's jeans and underwear, replacing them with a pair of silky green panties and properly fitting Chic jeans. She kept the t-shirt on. Then, she went to enjoy the con and look for Tammy.
Kathy thoroughly enjoyed the con that day, even though she didn't find Tammy. People chatted with her, and not just because she exuded sex appeal: she was more confident of herself now, and so found it easy to join in, or begin, conversations rather than just hover around them listening in. She visited many panels, toured the art show again (the cat-Tammy still had her bid as its highest, and she bid on two more pieces), as well as the dealers' room, where she bought a lot of jewelry. She returned to her room after dinner to try to figure out where to find Tammy.
As she was idly flipping through the advertising in the hotel's information booklet, trying to imagine where Tammy might go or what she might do, she saw an ad for a bar very close to the hotel that was having a male stripper revue that night. There was a slight burning in her earlobe, very brief, and she decided to go see the show.
She showered, taking her time and feeling up her body thoroughly, reveling in its sensuality. Then, she dressed in a new set of blue satin underwear, her tightest new jeans, and a blue silky shirt that she left unbuttoned far enough to show ample amounts of her new cleavage. Putting the essentials into her purse, she set off for the bar.
Haddaran's was the name of the place, and it was surprisingly roomy for the number of people that seemed to be there. Kathy found a seat at the bar fairly close to the stage. No show was going on when she arrived, but from the snatches of conversation she overheard, she had missed several very hot young men.
Kathy ordered a cranberry and vodka - and was surprised by how good it tasted as Keith had hated vodka - and settled in to wait. She scanned the crowd, which was composed mostly of women but which also contained a scattering of couples, both man-woman and man-man pairs, and was slightly disappointed that she didn't see Tammy anywhere. For some reason she had been sure she would find her true love here, else she wouldn't ever have come to a male strip show. Despite what she looked like now, Kathy just wasn't interested in men...or was she?
She was saved from further pondering this question by the lights in the room fading to dark and a spotlight coming on aimed at the center of the stage's runway. A bodiless announcer said, "And now for our next show, will everyone please welcome a visitor to our shores but one whom I am sure you all will make feel welcome...introducing for your viewing pleasure...The Limey!"
A moment after the announcer's voice faded, the curtains at the back of the stage parted and a young man, blond haired and dressed in an almost stylized sailor's suit, stepped through. The spotlight centered on the man who just stood there, eyes on the floor just in front of his shoes, waiting for the music to begin.
Kathy used the pause to take a good look at the first male stripper she had ever seen in person. He looked young - Kathy guessed not more than 20, probably less. However, he had a very young, almost babyish face, so he could have been rather older than he looked. He was very handsome, and his blond hair was shoulder length - thick, luxuriant, beautiful. His body looked lithe and graceful = Kathy guessed that he would be a supreme dancer.
Music began, soft but with a distinct beat. The dancer cocked his head when it started, and then began tapping his toe after a few bars. Next, as the music came to the end of a phrase, the dancer began snapping his fingers to the beat in counterpoint to his toe. And, as the music finished its next phrase, it changed instantly into the kind of fast, hard driving, bright and moving music Kathy expected to accompany an exotic dancer. As the Limey began to gyrate to the new music, Kathy mentally applauded the style of the young man - his whole approach was more that of a Broadway dancer than an exhibitionist.
If there was more skill in the Limey's dance than Kathy expected, there was also more eroticism, if not raw sex, than she imagined. And, as the dance progressed and clothes were discarded little by little, Kathy was even more amazed by the reaction she was experiencing, which was, to put it bluntly, lust.
She wasn't alone. Catcalls, cheers, and applause indicated the crowd's response to the Limey (though whether to his dancing or his body, Kathy wasn't sure). Still, her attraction to the very male dancer disturbed her - but only for moments. Shaking her head, she set aside her confusion, and went with the feelings of the moment and watched the Limey dance.
With real talent that made his movements erotic rather than dirty, the Limey made it down to his bare chest, leaving only button-down sailor pants and docksiders as his garb. He spent a few moments on showing off his torso, which was just gorgeous. Totally hairless (including his pitts), it was just barely defined - not over developed, but sleek and slim and...well, gorgeous! Again, Kathy's assessment was not unique - the audience's audible approval was almost deafening.
The dance continued with the Limey kicking his docksiders to the back of the room, then beginning on his sailor trousers. He undid the fly one button at a time, with much posturing and posing between each one. Each successive button caused more outcry from the audience - the crowd was really getting into the Limey's performance, Kathy included. She was eagerly anticipating the removal of those pants.
When the fly was completely undone, the talented dancer didn't just let the pants flop to the floor. He teased the crowd by opening the flap and closing it again, revealing in this way nothing but silky black fabric but still driving the crowd to a near frenzy. Finally, he turned his back to the audience and, after 'shaking his booty' a few times to wild cheers, he let the sailor pants slide down his legs, somehow managing to get them to go down slowly and sensuously. He stepped out of them and kicked them away, and turned to face the audience clad only in silk black boxer shorts. As his dance continued, shouts of 'take 'em off!' and 'we want bulge!' became audible. Kathy was rather surprised that the Limey had ended up in boxers - it had been her impression that exotic dancers usually stripped down to a g-string (or less). But, he was still dancing...
The music began building again, and the Limey began to really bump and grind, gyrating his whole body but most especially his hips. And, to the accompaniment of cheers, cat-calls, and a crescendo, he ripped the boxers right off of his body and threw them into the audience. Kathy's eyes closed in involuntary embarrassment, then opened immediately again to be slightly disappointed at the sight of the very brief lime green g-string the dancer was wearing.
By now, the audience was truly deafening, drowning out all but the beat of the music. The Limey was obviously a huge success. In more ways than one: the basket so tightly bound in those briefs was well packed and bulging, stirring odd feelings deep within Kathy's being. And still the man danced. Moving his body in ways that excited Kathy more basically than thought could deal with, the Limey continued to pose and posture to the audience. And then, as the music reached a final peak, he touched the sides of his briefs where there seemed to be small hoops of metal. And, with a practiced flick, he whipped the lime green garment off without stooping and tossed the cloth right into Kathy's lap. He wasn't wearing anything under them this time, so everyone in the place got a good long glimpse of the thick, meaty cock and full balls of the man as he posed, stationary again, for moments before the lights went out. Even before that, people had begun to lunge toward the stage - when the place went black some cursing could be heard over the wild clamoring of approval from the crowd. When the lights returned, seemingly only seconds later, the stage was bare, the Limey nowhere in sight.
The applause, cheers, cries of 'encore!', and other signs of auditory approbation went on for several minutes. Kathy saluted the Limey for as long as she could without being conspicuous - she had been mightily impressed, and not just for his exquisite dancing.... She was also clinging very tightly to those briefs that had been tossed into her lap. As soon as the cheering and clapping began to die down, she took a brief break to cram the briefs into her purse, then joined back in the salute to the dancer.
Finally, the noise faded away, and the patrons settled down to await the next act. Kathy turned back to the bar and found a full cranberry and vodka next to her mostly empty first one. Then, even before she had a chance to look around, she heard a voice next to her say, "Some hunk, huh?"
She turned toward the melodious voice, somehow knowing who it was. And as the owner of the voice came into view, Kathy felt her heart stop in excitement and panic, for there sat Tammy Kalen, the most perfect woman in the world!
She sat somehow gracefully on the backless barstool smiling at Kathy with a gleam in her grey-blue eyes. Her shortish hair framed her round face perfectly: words couldn't describe the perfection of that face. A hint of blue on her eyelids, a touch of pink frost on her lips, was all the makeup she used. In her left ear she wore a small silver-set emerald that looked remarkably like the one Kathy now wore. In her right ear she wore a small star, and a moonstone set in a silver crescent moon setting.
She was wearing a black sheath dress that showed off her body even when sitting down. Kathy felt all of those familiar Keith-like responses to the curves both hinted at and revealed by that dress - she put her purse in her lap to be sure that nothing untoward showed through.
But, while Kathy's body responded like Keith's had, her mind didn't. Keith might have responded to a question like that with a mumbled 'Yep' followed by a hasty exit. Kathy, however, smiled right back at Tammy and said, "Sure was - best I've ever seen. Well, really the first I've ever seen, but I bet I'm spoiled for anyone else now."
Tammy laughed fetchingly at that comment, that glint in her eye increasing. Then she said, "You could very well be right, dear. I've seen a few, and Jase is truly one of the best."
"You know the Limey?" asked Kathy, wonder in her voice.
"No, but I know his name. Jason Van Norren. He always dances under the name 'the Limey,' but he's done one blue movie and several nude photos where he uses his real name.
"But, he never gives autographs or anything - he's very private. See the bouncers protecting the backstage doors? So, even if I did know him I couldn't introduce you to him - no one goes through those doors while he's still in the joint. So, instead, drink up and let's introduce ourselves."
Kathy sipped at her fresh drink and listened to Tammy introduce herself as the manager of a health spa in Kathy's own hometown.. Tammy continued on about the con, and about having seen Kathy here and there in the hotel (though only earlier that day), and being surprised and pleased to find her in the bar where Tammy had come to see Jase.
Tammy was full of harmless conversation and Kathy had absolutely no problem sitting there and listening to her musical voice. The only input Kathy had so far mentioned was her name and that she lived in the same town as Tammy.
Then, when her second drink was empty, Tammy said, "Well, Kath, would you like another drink?"
"Sure," replied Kathy, pleased with Tammy's diminutive of her name.
"Here, or in my room?" Tammy asked.
Kathy's heart lurched painfully/giddily, and her cock threatened to launch her purse across the bar as she digested Tammy's question. Though Keith would have spent hours deliberating about what to do, and then more hours trying to actually stutter out his answer, Kathy (once she calmed down enough) simply and directly said, "Your room - it'll be quieter and...cozier..."
Tammy's smile made Kathy's breasts tingle and the lust in her eyes made Kathy's loins burn. Tammy slipped off of her stool gracefully and 'helped' Kathy off of hers in a transparent move designed to let her caress Kathy's arm and breast, which Kathy not only noticed, but encouraged to the point of prolonging the contact to be sure that Tammy was getting the right message. Then, arm around her waist because Kathy found that those two drinks had made her legs a bit rubbery, Tammy led Kathy out of the bar and back to the hotel. They rode up in a crowded elevator full of con-folk who didn't bat an eye at the couple, and then went down a featureless hotel corridor to a door. Kathy noticed these images only peripherally, because she was focusing all of her attention on the tactile sensations of being led about nestled against Tammy's side. Though Tammy was rather shorter than her, Kathy felt somehow save and secure held against that compact body. And besides that, Tammy smelled wonderful!
Finally the door of Tammy's room closed on the sounds of a party just down the hall, and Kathy was finally alone with her love.
Her hostess said, "Make yourself comfortable," and vanished into the bathroom. Kathy looked around the typical hotel room that was no different from her own, debated lounging on a bed, decided that that would be a little too presumptuous and settled into one of the chairs by the window.
Tammy didn't take long in the bathroom. There was a flush and moments later, she appeared carrying two glasses of an oddly green liquid. She glided across the room and handed one to Kathy, then sat in the other chair and said, "Great view, huh?"
Pointedly not looking out the window, Kathy said, "Yep!" and Tammy smiled. Kathy sipped the green stuff, liking the lime-aid taste and enjoying the gentle kick that followed. She turned her gaze out the window and took in the 18th story view, and continued, "That's not bad either. Beautiful lights. What's in the drink anyway?"
Tammy said, "This particular batch is lime kool-aid, lime schnapps, and vodka. Drink up - I've got lots more cooling in the sink."
They went through three more glasses as they chatted, very innocuously. Kathy was more than slightly nervous, and didn't have any idea of how to move the situation in the right direction. She was pretty sure that Tammy wasn't waiting for her to make the first move, so she wondered what was taking the beautiful woman so long.
Finally, at a natural lull in their conversation, Tammy looked into her eyes and leaned toward her. Caught in the moment, Kathy just sat there, staring back and waiting. When their lips finally touched, the moment caught fire and they wrapped their arms around each other, tongues thrusting into each others' mouths.
Years later - or maybe only minutes - the kiss ended. Tammy was sitting on Kathy's lap, and both were smiling and panting slightly. Kathy said impudently, "What took you so long?" To which Tammy replied, "Don't know, but I could kick myself for not doing it sooner."
They both chuckled at that, and then Kathy leaned forward and kissed Tammy back. Her hands boldly moved to the top of Tammy's dress, but grew hesitant upon touching the silky soft skin there. Tammy's hand closed over hers and pressed, encouraging Kathy to continue.
She continued to move her tongue in Tammy's mouth as her hand slowly moved down the slope of Tammy's breasts, moving from skin to the satin of her dress to cup one, pressing her palm against Tammy's nipple. Tammy moaned into the kiss, and Kathy squeezed her hand a little, and caressed the nipple, knowing now first hand how much pleasure that could generate. Tammy's continued moans encouraged her, and Kathy slipped her other arm around Tammy's waist, caressing her hip.
Tammy snuggled closer, running her hands along Kathy's sides and prolonging the kiss. On and on it went, both women kissing, and using their hands to excite the other one. Kathy, however, had something she figured Tammy didn't, and it was beginning to get uncomfortable as her cock tried to erect, squashed in her panties as it was. So, she broke the kiss gently and pulled her head back, looking into Tammy's wonderful eyes. "Do you think we could continue this somewhere a little more comfortable?"
"Sure," Tammy said as she slipped from Kathy's lap. She stood before the chair and reached behind her back, unzipping her dress. She shrugged her shoulders, and it slipped to the ground, revealing that she hadn't worn a bra (which Kathy had already figured out) and that her panties were ruby red and satin shiny under her smoky pantyhose.
She just stood there for a minute, grinning as Kathy stared. Then, she turned and hopped onto the bed, taking up a 'glamor' pose on her side, smiling. Kathy rose from the chair and slowly removed her blouse, tossing it onto the chair behind her. Then, she loosened her belt and opened her jeans. She turned her back to the bed as she slid them down so that she could arrange her cock in her panties, letting it stretch out some, while she got out of the jeans. She wiggled her rump in its pair of blue panties, grinning over her shoulder at Tammy before straightening up, putting the jeans on the chair too, and then turning around.