If I couldn't get changed back. But not knowing what the hell had happened, I didn't know if there even was a way back, much less what it was. Going ...back to the wallet, I found a drivers license inside, that I assumed must now be mine. The name on it said Gina Simmons. I shook my head, thinking that I could never be called Gina. It said she, or now me, I guessed, was 5 foot 2. Surprised, I looked around, noticing that yes, the car did seem a little larger than I would normally think it would. The dress requirements were strict. Women were to dress in a manner that emphasized their femininity. I don’t mean slutty. But the dress code emphasized dressing like a professional woman.Women were to wear dresses or skirts and blouses. No pants suits allowed here and high heels were required. Hosiery was optional, and was recommended, but not pantyhose. Only thigh highs or gartered stockings were acceptable. If garters were worn, the guidelines stated that panties should be worn on the. This incident happened a few months back in June 2018. I was traveling to Dubai for the purpose of finding a good job opportunity and had made arrangements of my stay with the help of my friends.I booked Jet Airways flight for the normal economy class but luck helped me upgrade my seat into the business class with no extra cost. It was my first time in business class and the hospitality and constant attention I was receiving excited me so much that I didn’t notice the young beautiful girl. Dave returned from checking down in the bar and took Jenny into his arms for a smooch as Molly put some gentle sounds on the CD player."Can you manage a slow one Danny?"I laughed self consciously and began moving vaguely in time to the music. Molly moaned quietly as I slipped a hand inside her shirt and caressed a heavy breast, the nipple grew under the slight pressure of my finger and thumb and I felt the sweet warmth of her breath in my mouth as she kissed me softly.Beside us Dave had both.