I came back to see Sam completing her transformation. Samantha's suit was thrown on the floor, her stockings balled up in the garbage, and the elegant slingback heels were kicked under the dresser. Sam was looking at herself in the mirror, adjusting her blond wig. Her push-up bra and matching thong glistened in the light, and her vinyl boots clung tightly to her legs. Once she was satisfied with her look, she turned around and took the glass of rum. In one large swig, she finished it, threw the glass across the room, and pushed me on to the bed, straddling me.
After about three hours, we finally stopped making love. Sam had satisfied her needs, so Samantha quickly came back. She walked around the room, cleaning up the mess. She put both sets of clothes away in the closet and sat down, exhausted.
That evening, she slept in my arms and everything felt normal. In the morning, she was up before me. Wearing an elegant suit, she was almost ready to leave when I woke up. "8am conference call with WTI, honey. I'm off!"
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