Friday Night
I've gone all week as Joe; no one at work has said anything to me about Monday morning. So I assume I got away without being exposed as a cross dresser. I was working late all week and finally Friday is here. I am so horny and anxious to become Barbie Jo. Hopefully someone will call, wanting to take her out. Getting home from work, I'm frantically trying to unlock my apartment door; I can hear my phone ringing. Luckily I manage to get it before it stops ringing. I have to answer as Joe because only a few people know me as Barbie Jo.
"Uh, is Barbie Jo there?"
"Hi Dallas," I sing out in my Barbie Jo voice.
"Where have you been? I've been calling you all week," he abruptly said.
"Working, I put in a lot of hours this week on a big project."
"You could have answered your phone; I thought you were avoiding me." He sounded agitated, he must have missed me. "Can't you answer your phone at work?"
"Silly, how am I going to answer my phone if I'm at work?"
There was silence for a moment. "You hit the talk button and say hello." He said, the frustration showing in his voice.
"Oh; I don't have a cell phone, just my home phone."
"What! Everybody has a cell phone. Okay, sorry I was a little abrupt with you, but I've been thinking about you all week. I was getting worried," he said sweetly.
"Aw, that's so sweet, well I'm here now."
"I'll pick you up in an hour, be out front," he said.
"An hour! Sorry Dallas, there is no way I can be ready in an hour, give me two."
"Women! Alright be in front of your place in two hours, bye," he hung-up.
Two hours to turn into Barbie Jo, it was going to be close. I ran to fill up the tub and poured in liberal amounts of bath oil. Back to my bedroom to start picking clothes for Barbie Jo to wear, stripping my clothes off as I went. Into the tub for a quick soak, then a full body shave.
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