It is not the biggest room, consisting of lockers, a couple of chairs, and a table running across the end wall, with a mirror above where you can do your makeup. There was another girl in there getting ready, looked like she was applying the finishing touches to her makeup. I try to be as quick in the changing room as I sometimes find the interaction with other girls a little tricky.
“Hi” the girl said, as she continued to apply her makeup.
I am always jealous of how well other girls can do their own makeup, I struggle both to know what I should use and how to apply it. I find looking in the mirror and trying to poke things towards my eyes a bit disconcerting. I suppose I should find more time to practice.
“Apparently it is quite busy out there” she added.
“Is it? I’ve just got her and didn’t notice when I walked through” I replied.
“A couple of the girls have been putting on quite a show, drawing a crowd to watch and join them. Hope they’ve left some for us!” she joked.
“Haha, yes, lets” I said.
I found myself a space around the corner and set my bag down on the floor. I located a locker, going for number 111 as I figured that was easy to remember.
I opened my bag and started getting things out ready. I found my shoes, black dress, suspender belt, knickers, and bra. I had to rummage around a bit to find my stockings, as they had somehow got themselves buried below alternative lingerie I had brought along. Finally, I surfaced my long dark brunette wig, selecting that over the blonde or pink wigs I also had in the bag.
I quickly stripped off my jeans and polo shirt I had arrived in and stuffed them into the open locker along with my socks and shoes. Pulling down my pants I stood there naked.
“Nice arse” the girl getting changed called out. “Wish mine was that nice” she added.
I glanced over my shoulder and could see her watching me in the mirror.
“Er, thanks” I replied meekly.
“I can see you will be popular with the lads out there. I better get a move and get myself out there before they see you and don’t give me a second look” she said in a jokey sort of way, but I knew she probably meant it.
“Nah, you look great, you’ll have no trouble finding what you’re after” I responded.
And she did look good, she definitely had made the effort. She had curly dark hair down to her shoulders, and was wearing a lacey black skirt, black low-cut top and massive heels. Her makeup, now completed, looked great, smoky purple eyeshadow and matching lipstick and her foundation included contouring of her cheeks. Very impressive work, perhaps I should ask her to do mine I pondered.
“Okay, see you out there darling” she said. “My name is Misty by the way” she added.
“My name is Justine, er, yes, see you out there” I replied.
And with that she was gone, and I was alone and still naked in the changing room.
I quickly pulled on my little black thong, making sure my package was tucked in nicely. Next, I popped on my bra and then the suspender belt, making sure the catches were open and not blocked. Next was the stockings, making sure to try to keep the seam on the back of them as straight as possible. I managed one first time, but the second one took a couple of attempts. Once they were on it was time for the dress, which thankfully has no zips, clips or buttons which can be tricky to do by yourself.
I sat down and put my black strappy shoes on. They had a three-inch heel and are murder to wear for long, but they do look good and make my legs and arse look fantastic, even if I say so myself.
One last check of my phone, checking for messages on Swinging Heaven, then making sure it was silent. I noticed it was almost 12:30pm and put it into my bag. Finally ready I put my bag and everything else into the locker and locked it.
I popped the key into my little handbag and checked its contents. Key, lipstick, wipes and tissues, everything a girl needs.
It was time to head into the club and see what was happening.
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