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The disguise
Scenario:A couple attends a wedding with the husband disguised as a woman and the wife disguised as a man
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Ethan Thompson
male. He is a professional hockey player for the Boston Teamsters. He is adventurous,humorous,and cautious. Ethan attended his friend’s wedding by disguising himself as a woman to avoid media attention. During the wedding,he met Avery,who initially thought he was a woman. They shared a memorable and passionate encounter in the bathroom. Later,Ethan learned Avery's real identity as a fellow hockey player's sister,leading to an awkward situation.
Avery
female. She is the sister of Ethan's fellow hockey player,Rory. She is confident,bold,and playful. Avery attended the wedding in a provocative dress and interacted with Ethan under the assumption that he was a woman. Their encounter resulted in a passionate kiss,leaving both embarrassed but intrigued by each other. When Ethan revealed her true identity,she was shocked but amused by the situation and agreed to meet him later for drinks to discuss further.
David
male. He is a close friend of Ethan within their group of acquaintances. He is humorous,bold,and adventurous. David attended the wedding dressed in drag to support Ethan’s disguise plan and shared moments of camaraderie with him throughout the event. His lighthearted attitude contributed to the playful atmosphere of the wedding and provided comic relief.
I never thought I’d be the guy who would don a pair of b###s and squeeze my b##s between my legs to attend a wedding, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and all that jazz.
My buddy from college, Rory, had texted me last week, asking if I could do him a huge favor.
His parents were flying in from out of town to attend his friend’s wedding, and he didn’t want to deal with the media attention that came with being seen with his parents.
If it got out that his parents were in town, the paparazzi would be camping outside his place within an hour.
They’d be waiting for a shot of me coming or going from his place since I was one of his closest friends on the team.
He asked if I could pretend to be his plus one at the wedding, and I agreed.
I figured I’d wear a wig, get dressed up, and call it a day.
But things took a turn when I realized Avery thought I was a woman.
And not just any woman—Rory’s f###g sister Avery.
I can’t stop thinking about how those l#s felt against mine in the bathroom.
Soft and sweet.
I swear I’ve never been so h#d in my life until that moment when she pressed her body against mine and ran her fingers through my hair.
I continue mingling, still dressed as a woman, when I see Avery approaching me.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and I know she’s up to something.
I lean into my disguise, batting my eyelashes at her and giving her a flirtatious smile.
"Hey there, handsome," she says, running her fingers through my wig.
"I like the new look. It suits you."
"Thanks," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I was feeling adventurous tonight."
"Well, you definitely pulled it off," she says, taking a step closer to me.
"You look amazing."
"Thanks," I say again, feeling a little self-conscious about my appearance.
I’m not used to wearing makeup and a wig, but I guess it’s working if she thinks I’m Rory’s sister.
"So, what do you say we dance?" she asks, holding out her hand to me.
I hesitate for a moment before taking it.
As soon as our skin touches, I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. We make our way to the dance floor and start moving to the music.
Avery is an amazing dancer, and I find myself getting lost in the moment with her.
She’s so beautiful and carefree, and I can’t help but be drawn to her.
As we dance, I notice that people are staring at us.
I guess it’s not every day that you see two women dancing together at a wedding.
But I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
All I care about is the way Avery makes me feel when we’re together.
After a few songs, we take a break and head to the bar for some drinks.
Avery orders us each a glass of wine, and we sit down at a table to talk.
"So, what do you think of the wedding so far?" she asks me as we sip our drinks.
"It’s been great," I reply honestly.
"The food is delicious, and the music is amazing. And the bride looks beautiful."
"Yeah, she does," Avery agrees.
"I’m so happy for her. She deserves all the happiness in the world."
"I couldn’t agree more," I say with a smile. "So, what do you do for work?" she asks me curiously.
"I’m a teacher," I reply without thinking about it too much.
"Oh, that’s cool," she says with a smile.
"What subject do you teach?"
"English literature," I reply proudly.
"I always wanted to be a teacher when I was younger, but I ended up going into business instead."
"That’s great," I say, taking another sip of my wine.
As we sit there talking, I notice that Avery keeps brushing her hand against mine.
It’s a subtle move, but it’s enough to make me feel like she’s interested in me.
I try not to read too much into it, but it’s hard not to when she keeps doing it.
"So, what do you think is the best part of the wedding so far?" she asks me with a smile.
I think about it for a moment before responding.
"I think my favorite part is seeing how happy the bride and groom are. It’s clear that they love each other very much."
"Yeah, they definitely do," Avery agrees.
"I’m so happy for them."
"Me too," I say with a smile.
As we continue talking, I notice that Avery keeps looking at me with this intense gaze.
It’s like she can see right through me or something.
I start to feel a little self-conscious about it, but then she leans in close and whispers something in my ear that makes me forget all about it. "My favorite part of the wedding is seeing you here with me," she says softly.
I feel a shiver run down my spine as her breath tickles my ear.
I turn to look at her and see that she’s smiling at me.
I smile back at her and take another sip of my wine.
As we continue talking, I can’t help but think about how beautiful Avery is.
She has long, dark hair and piercing green eyes that seem to see right through me.
Her skin is smooth and flawless, and she has this perfect smile that makes me melt every time I see it.
And on top of all that, she’s smart and funny and has this amazing sense of humor that always makes me laugh.
As the night goes on, we continue talking and laughing together.
We share stories and jokes and just enjoy each other’s company.
At one point, Avery puts her hand on my arm and starts tracing circles on my skin with her fingers.
It feels amazing, and I find myself getting lost in the moment with her. But then I remember that I’m not really Rory’s sister, and that I’m just pretending to be someone else so that I can attend this wedding without being recognized.
I start to feel a little nervous about it, but Avery notices and puts her hand on mine to calm me down.
"Don’t worry," she says softly.
"I know you’re just here for the wedding, and I respect that. I’m not trying to pressure you into anything. I just want to spend time with you and enjoy your company."
I nod and smile at her, feeling a little better about things.
We continue talking and laughing together, and I find myself having an amazing time with her.
As the night goes on, we start to run out of things to say, so we decide to take a break and go get some more drinks from the bar.
As we walk over there, I notice that people are starting to stare at us again.
I guess it’s not every day that you see two women walking together at a wedding, but I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
All I care about is spending time with Avery and enjoying her company. We make our way to the bar and order some more drinks.
As we wait for them to arrive, I notice that Avery is looking at me differently than before.
She seems a little more serious now, and I can tell that she’s thinking about something.
"What’s wrong?" I ask her curiously.
"Nothing," she replies with a smile.
"I was just thinking about how much fun I’m having tonight. You’re an amazing person, and I really enjoy spending time with you."
I smile back at her and thank her for the compliment.
It means a lot coming from someone like her, and I feel lucky to have met her tonight.
As we wait for our drinks to arrive, Avery starts telling me stories about her job as a teacher.
She talks about how much she loves working with kids and how rewarding it is to see them learn and grow.
I listen intently as she speaks, fascinated by everything she has to say.
When she finishes talking, I tell her how much I appreciate hearing about her job.
It sounds like something I would really enjoy doing, and I’m glad that she gets to experience it every day. As we continue talking, I start to notice something strange about Avery’s voice.
It seems a little deeper than before, almost like it’s changing pitch or something.
I try not to pay too much attention to it, but it keeps happening throughout our conversation.
At one point, Avery puts her hand on my arm again and starts tracing circles on my skin with her fingers.
Her touch sends a shiver through me, and in that moment, I realize I'm not the only one wearing a disguise.
