He had found it hard to get into it. Moving his legs was impossible so this was not like VR when you're free to move in the environment. He tried to i...magine himself as Veronica: the rhythm of her walk in heels was quite different to his own. He was beginning to think he should try walking in heels when the door opened and, for the first time, he saw Raymond, though from his casual clothes and macho manner he guessed he called himself Ray. ‘Did she pick a man with a name that began with R. She had picked out a pair of black satin panties and black stockings. On the drive home, Melissa said our next purchases will have to be made online. I was fairly silent on the drive home, but felt strangely excited about my new items of clothing. Once we got back to her house she went online and started looking at wigs. She asked me what color of hair do I want to have. We picked out a nice blonde wig. She then maneuvered to an online transformation site. She said we want you to look as real. Another minute had gone by.Cheryl stated boldly, "It's a swinger's party, Bruce!"I was surprised. Considering what was about to happen to us, I didn't understand why they all thought it mattered and was just as confused as before."So?" I said.Cheryl tried to explain, "It's a themed swingers' party."I still wasn't following her. The second hand on the clock continued ticking. My heart began racing.Someone yelled impatiently, "Oh, just tell him damn it!"Teresa exclaimed, "It's an End of the World. There was cum all over the place. Some was on Mischa. Some more was on me. The old lady looked at us both. She must own the Oriental Massage Parlor.I smiled at Mischa as I jumped off the massage table. I quickly picked up our clothes and shoes/heels. I grabbed Mischa hand. She was still looking at the old lady. I pulled her out of the small room. We ran down the hall. I could hear our bare feet on the cold floor. I scoped up the shopping bags in front of the small counter. I could hear the old.