Fast forward two weeks to the end of the workshop and everyone was getting trashed at a farewell party and we ran into each other. She looked AMAZING ...in a black tube top and tight leather pants and she was also slightly intoxicated, but not flat-out drunk. We started dancing and she turned and slid her ass back against my pelvis as I had my hands on her hips. I could feel myself getting aroused as I turned her back around and pressed her firmly to my chest and I could feel her breasts heaving. " I took what she had and went to the bathroom, and after tossing things onto the sink i realized what clothes she gave me. Jan had given me a pair of sexy stockings, a thong, a sexy black dress, bra, wig, and stuffing for the bra. I sat there a second looking at everything thinking... "she wants me to crossdress for her?" I had never worn or thought of wearing women's clothes before but i thought this might be a once in a lifetime chance so i decided, why not try it out you never know i could. I did so. I then followed her next instruction to move my arm a certain way. "No hon," she said. "Not like that. It's like...here." She scooted forward on the bench. Her bare thighs touched either side of my ass and I felt her breath on my neck as she leaned forward. First she grabbed my elbow and slid it further up my thigh. Her hand slid with it, pushing my shorts up a little, her warm fingers brushing against my skin. I shivered and my cock got very hard very fast. "And the motion is like. ’ Her tale told, she ignored Fran and sat back, gazing adoringly at me. Shock, confusion, and dismay contended on poor Fran’s face. ‘You two,’ she muttered eventually, more to herself than out loud. I thought for a second she was distressed at the thought that Connie and I had enjoyed sex together but then she said, still very hesitantly, ‘You two – you – you could have agreed this story between yourselves.’ But I could see she was clutching at straws. I pointed out the absurdity of her.