The next morning arrived sooner than I would have liked. I was up half the night thinking about what today would bring. I was still reeling from going to dinner dressed as a woman... and PASSING! Carole came into the room and shook me gently.

"Come on sleepy-head. It's 6:00 am and we have a dozen things to do before we go to the store", she left only when she knew I was awake.

I staggered up and removed the night gown, bra and panties and headed for the shower. As I lathered myself up, it felt strange until I remembered that I had shaved everything off last night.

After the shower I sprinkled powder on my body and went back to the bedroom. Carole had been kind enough to lay out some clothes for me that I would need to wear to the store. I sat down and put on the bra and panty set and stuffed the bra with the forms she had left. I then put on the pantyhose and moved on to the white floral print dress. Next came the wig and finally the makeup. I guess I was taking a bit longer than Carole would have liked because she came in and finished my makeup for me. I then slipped on the 3" white heels and I was ready to go.

After a quick breakfast we left the house at 8:00 am and headed for the store. There was a lot to do before the noon fashion show. The gowns were arranged in the back room by model and the room was cleared so the models (and I) would have room to change. I shivered when I set up the one rack with my name on it, "Cindy." It was a name that I had chosen in sheer admiration of my favorite model, Cindy Crawford.

The morning went quick and the models showed up around 10:30. We were all in the back putting on our first gowns and touching up each other's hair and makeup. I was worried that I would be found out but Carole had set it up so that I had enough lingere on to hide the necessary parts.

My first dress was the same one I had on the night I got caught. It felt different thought as it had been taken in and it actually fit the way it was supposed to. I guess that the thought of modeling in front of a crowd also added to the excitement. I could hardly wait.

Noon finally arrived at the front of the store was packed with men and women. The runway thrust out into the crowd, ready to leave the model with nothing for cover but the clothes on her back.

Marisa was the first to go. She wore a slim, tight, simple dress. She, as we all did, looked gorgeous. Next came Toni, then it was my turn. My hands started to sweat as I held the flowers. A smile came across my face as Carole spoke into the microphone...

"Next is Cindy in a Borgine Original. The train is 4'long and elegantly frames the back of the dress. The front shows a bit of clevage for those who are not as inocent as their dress would indicate"

I blushed when I heard that. I got the chance to look around the audience and it was obvious that no one knew my little secret. As a matter of fact, a few guys even whistled and one winked at me. I was in seventh heaven.

On the return trip back to get my next dress I noticed a familiar face in the crowd. My heart stopped as she looked right at me... my mother's best friend, Mrs. Davies. I picked up my pace and got off the runway. I tried to look out from behind the curtains to see if she read me but one of the assistants pulled me into the back to change into my next dress.

This had now become a nightmare. How could I be so stupid to get myself into this mess? What would Mrs. Davies say to my mother? What would my parents say? Before I could figure these important questions it was my turn to go back on. I walked from the behind the curtain and tried to look around for Mrs. Davies. She was not in the same spot so I thought she left. I got down to the end of the runway when I realized that she had not left, she moved to the end of the runway!

I tried to keep my composure but I don't think I did very well. I got to the end and without looking down, turned around and headed back to the dressing room. It wasn't until my fourth dress did Mrs. Davies leave, but my fears did not. I was a nearvous wreck.

After the show, the girls were congratulating Carole for a wonderful show and after things were back in order, Carole handed out the checks. All of the girls received theirs except me. Carole had commented that I would get it later.

We left the store and headed back to Carole's place. After arriving, Carole told me to have a seat and she would be right back. I sat in the floral print dress wondering when I would get my clothes back and be able to go home. Carole came back into the room and handed me a small box and an envelope. I opened the envelope and there was a check, only it was for $500 and not the agreed upon $100. I looked at Carole and she nodded for me to open the package. Inside was the video tape of the infamous night.

"Thank you", was all Carole could say.

"I should be thanking you. Why the raise?", I had to ask about the pay increase.

"You have been so wonderful. It was like having a little sister around."

"Well, thank you again, but I really have to get going. I leave for school tomorrow.", I didn't want to say goodbye.

"Of course. Remember, anytime you want to dress give me a call!", she waited for me to give her an answer.

"I am sure you will be hearing from me", I got up and went to the bedroom upstairs. I needed to change before I could go home.