Carol brought him over to a small dressing table in the corner of the rest room. "Sit here, so I can fix your hair and apply a little makeup." Makeup,..." Mike screamed!"Yes, you have to look the part, and girls our age wear makeup," Carol explained. Mike resigned to his fate, sat down and stared at the mirror as Carol teased and combed his hair into a more girl like style. Then applied foundation, eye shadow, and lipstick, to his already girlish face. As he opened his eyes after she brushed some. You could hear the music from a few houses down and everyone got excited. We walked in the back and up the stairs to get into what was probably a freshman's dream come true of a house party. Strobes, jungle juice, kegs, dance floor, games... it was like the mecca you dream of. We all grabbed jungle juice and went to dance! As time passed after a few cups of jungle juice I went to find the bathroom. I was amazed to find this house had a trough style bathroom. I walked up to it and there were a. ALL of it." Gone were the briefs in an instant. "Now lover, lets see if you'll do something for me." "You know I will. Anything!" "Oh, goody. Then here." "What's this?" "Just what it looks like. A set that matches mine exactly, silly, except for the color. I want to see if you like being on the inside as much as you do the outside." "You want me to actually wear this...all of it?" "Yes, do you think you can handle it?" "I think handling it is how I got into this fix, isn't. Uncle explained for my benefit that his foreman was not indulging himself for his own selfish pleasures but it was an on-going attempt to impregnate the black females. He justified his behaviour saying that the mounting costs of transporting and buying slaves from across the ocean could be ameliorated if slaves were bred once they had been conveyed to the estate which explained why he turned a blind eye to the insatiable demands of his foreman. It was a long-term solution to tempering the cost.