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After realizing I might be the only guy dressed as a skank for the Skanks and Robots Party I timidly waited in the dorm room and ?pre-gamed? with Anthony and Jillian for the upcoming festivities. I drank vodka and cranberry with Jillian while Anthony had beer. I hoped some ?liquid courage? would help me to feel more comfortable going to the party dressed in such a slutty outfit. Now, I had tried on some of my sister?s more scandalous clothes before, but I had never been out in public en femme before, let alone in a mini skirt. The alcohol helped to assuage some of my fears but I was still nervous as we headed out of the dorm building at about 9:00. Jillian, wearing a zebra-print mini dress and white stiletto heels looks just as slutty as me, I thought, as we exited the room and into the hallway. Oddly enough, we didn?t see anyone on our floor as we made our way toward the elevators. We entered the elevator, as we lived on the sixth floor, and made our way down. When the door opened there were a bunch of people out in the lobby, and I suddenly felt like they were eyeing me up as soon as they saw me. I'd never felt looked at that way before and it made me nervous. I wondered if they knew who I was or that I was a guy dressed as güvenilir bahis a slutty coed. I got more anxious as we exited the dorm building but I was glad that I was with Anthony and Jillian. After exiting the building, we made our way down a sidewalk and out to the front of campus. Students passed us by, and for the most part it didn?t seem like anyone thought much of us as we walked by, although I did get a constant feeling that I was being looked at with more scrutiny than I normally am. The whole time I was made conscious of the way I was dressed by the click-clack sound of my heels against the pavement. I was made further conscious of this fact by the feel of the nip of the March air against my pantyhose encased legs. These sensory details contributed to my growing anxiety. We soon reached the front of campus where we could get a shuttle bus to downtown, where a lot of the off-campus students lived in the ?student ghetto?. When we reached the bus stop, it seemed that a bus came almost right away. I reached for a pocket to get my student ID (we used student IDs to get on the buses for free) but then realized my leopard-print mini skirt didn?t have pockets. ?Check your purse, Cynthia,? Jillian said, noticing that güvenilir bahis siteleri I was confused as to where my ID was. I checked the purse and sure enough my ID, complete with a picture of me that said ?Christopher Kowalski, Student? was right at the top. I took it out to flash to the driver as was the custom. The driver, a larger, middle-aged black man didn?t give the ID so much as a glance and proceeded to put the bus in motion before we could even take seats. I almost lost my balance as the bus started to move but Anthony grabbed my arm and helped me to my seat. After the five minute bus ride downtown (which seemed like five hours) we disembarked. Anthony led the way to the house, a large and shabby Victorian shared by five or six senior students from the engineering school. We walked up to the porch and were greeted by a guy named Mitch, who I later found out lived there. ?Five bucks for guys, chicks are free,? Mitch barked at Anthony. Anthony gave Mitch a ten dollar bill and I was surprised to see him give a five dollar bill back as change and a red solo cup for each of us. Did he just take me for a chick? Was I really fooling people? I was confused. We entered the house and found that it was already iddaa siteleri bustling with activity. Lots of guys were dressed up with various goofy costumes that were supposed to make them look like robots. There were plenty of aluminum foil hats as well as guys wearing cookware as clothing. All of the girls at the party seemed to be wearing short skirts and high heels along with heavily done makeup. I blended in with them alright. I looked every bit the slutty part. Within minutes I was greeted by a guy who introduced himself as Jim. Jim was a tall white guy of about six feet and a solid two-hundred pounds. He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He had on a lame ?costume? of a baseball cap wrapped in aluminum foil. Even in my stiletto heels Jim was still taller than me. ?So, what?s your name? I?m surprised I haven?t seen you here before, you don?t look familiar,? Jim stated. Somewhat panicked, I looked for Anthony and Jillian but they were on the complete opposite side of the room getting drinks. I would have to talk to Jim it seemed. ?Chr ? Cynthia,? I replied in what I felt was my most feminine voice possible, ?and you?? ?I?m Jim,? he replied, ?and you, Cynthia, have a very sultry and sexy voice.? I didn?t know how to respond to Jim but he was soon standing right next to me at a distance that would not seem to be within the realm of normal American standards for personal space. As he spoke, I just kind of smiled and laughed now and then and kept my responses short.