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time touching up my makeup. Julia sensed my joy and was jealous, she knew I’d fallen totally under the spell of the cheerleaders, or at least one of them and she hated it. When I sat down in class in my cheerleading dress she recoiled, as if it was some kind of poisonous juju. Then it was Saturday and I found myself preparing for Matt’s party.
    I had a cocktail dress that I’d decided to wear, the bodice was in black taffeta, sleeveless, the skirt in grey taffeta overlaid with layers of grey net. I didn’t need to ask any opinions, I knew I looked gorgeous in it. On Saturday morning I went into the mall and bought new underwear, panties that were so sheer they were like I was not actually wearing them. They came with a matching bra in the same silk but heavier, cut low to show off my tits. Feeling daring, I bought a third item, a waspy, a corset in black satin with bones and suspender straps to go with some stockings I bought as well. I was going through makeup quite heavily so I topped up my supplies, a new bottle of perfume, nail varnish, hair slides, they were beautiful, Gucci designs. Then I took it all home and spent the afternoon preparing.
    First a long bath, filled with bubbles and spicy smelling mixtures, I felt like an Egyptian princess laying in the hot water and soaking. All I needed were a couple of dusky handmaidens to rub mysterious biblical oils over my body. It made me think of Alexis, I wondered what she was doing right now. When I’d had enough and my I’d shaved and smoothed my skin I got out and started to dress. I rubbed lotion over my body until it was smooth and felt good. Then my corset, laces fastened, stockings on my smooth, long legs and clipped to the suspenders. I pulled on my panties, great, my vagina showed as a tempting shadow beneath the sheer fabric. I clipped on my bra, if only it was Alexis doing this for me. I stroked my tits as I did it and a shiver went through me. I was ready for my dress and I put it on slowly and sensuously, savoring the feel of crisp, cool silk and taffeta. Finally my shoes, Jimmy Choo with five inch heels and my makeup and hair took me another hour before I thought it was just about ok, then I fastened the Gucci slide, more of an ornament. But when I looked in the mirror I took a breath, I’d never looked this good, never taken the trouble before. I looked stunning, glowing with a beauty that I’d never seen before reflected into a mirror in front of me.
    I needed a jacket of some kind, I looked in the closet and found a cropped little Ralph Lauren leather jacket I’d bought last year in a sale and never worn. I tried it on over my dress, yes, it worked beautifully. I looked like, what? Then it struck me, I looked like a seventeen year old cheerleader babe, pretty, slim and confident, dressed like a teenage celebrity for a society party. My image was perfect. I mixed a soft drink and took off my jacket, I had an hour to kill before the cab I’d ordered would pick me up to take me to Matt Phillips’ house. I scanned through a magazine, Cosmopolitan, my regular read. An article caught my attention, ‘are you a lesbian, here’s how to tell’. I smiled to myself, at least that was something I wouldn’t need to worry about, despite my girly crush on Alexis and the romps in the showers. The first thing that hit me was the question ‘when you masturbate, do you think about a man or a woman?’ I skated down the rest of the quiz. The conclusion was obvious. But maybe they hadn’t aimed it at seventeen year old schoolgirls with a crush, that was it, of course it was. Except that I wasn’t seventeen, was I? It was just that my cover required me to play the part of a seventeen year old schoolgirl, so maybe that was ok. I left it totally confused and checked another article about losing weight, I felt a bit more comfortable already, another month or two and I’d be as slim and pretty as the other cheerleaders.
    The doorbell buzzed and I put on my cropped