Needless to say, during the night Ally almost raped herself again in her dream, so if that was possible, she woke up even more exhausted than a day before. She roamed around the house all day long like a zombie, it was already evening when the life finally started to return into her.

Around seven she cursed herself for agreeing to go to Olivia's party, and even more for agreeing to Kensi's plan, whatever that was. She was everything but enthusiastic when started the preparations for the night. She has never been the partying type, nor did she like pimping herself up. She had a shower, then fumbled corrector on her face, put on eyeshadow, and lip color, in the end, she wedged herself in a dress that fit her well last time around when she graduated. She liked that dress, but if it was up to her, would've never chosen it for the night. Sure, she could've gone in a dress she liked, if her plan would've been to listen Kensi's and Olivia's scolding the whole night for looking like a nun.

Her sister left at nine with friends, and their parents went to bed before ten, so she could wait for Kensi in a virtually empty house.

It was almost half-past ten when she heard her flighty friend stomping up the stairs. These weren't surprising from Kensi. Neither being late nor letting herself in without asking.

"Hey" she peeked into Ally's room with a large bag on her back.

"You are late again. We should be at Olivia's by now."

"Don't fuss about it. We won't go to her party anyway".

"Hey!" Allison cried out loud. "Don't do this! It took the poor girl a whole month to convince me about going to her party, I can't bail out the last second."

"Like it would be the first time you do such a thing."

"No, but..."

"No buts. She shouldn't be surprised about it, so easy as that" Kensi winked, then threw her bag on Allison's bed.

"What's in it?"

"Your gear for tonight" she said with a villainous grin on her face.

"I already wear my gear for tonight."

"Yes, honey, I see, and it really looks gorgeous on you, but it won't suit for tonight."

"What are you talking about? Your ass is half out of your skirt!"

"Would you please shut up, and look into the bag? Believe me, it'll be fun."

Ally suspiciously examined her friend. She knew that grin all too well. It always meant someone will have some seriously awkward moments, and given that she was the only one in the room besides Kensi, it didn't leave much room for guesses about the subject. She carefully opened the bag, and the first thing that got into her hand was a strapon dildo. She immediately threw it away scared, which made Kensi burst out laughing.

"You are insane!" Ally yelled at her friend. "What did you want with that-that-that... whatsitsname?"

"Wait!" Kensi's sides were shaking with laughter "I can't breathe."

"Don't laugh like that, it's not funny."

"For you, maybe. You should've seen your face. Like you found a dead rat" between two laughter she tried to mimic Ally's facial expression, but she couldn't control herself enough to succeed. The mood after a time infected Allison too. Despite she was still mad, the absurdity of the situation and the laughter overcome her, and she joined Kensi.

After they calmed down minutes later, she realized she was still angry at her friend.

"What did you want with that thing? Are you mocking me?"

"Nope, though it would be a funny way to do it." Kensi wiped her joy tears off "I was serious about my idea." She took a deep breath, to calm down a bit. "In your dreams, you were chased by a woman, dressed as a man, right?"

"Yes."

"And last time you were this woman, is that correct too?"

"I'm not a lesbo, I told you already!"

"Wait until a finish!" Kensi winked at her. "You don't have to do anything, just try out how it is."

"What is how? I tried already. You off all people know should know it best. Don't remember? We decided neither of us was a lesbo."

"That's not what I'm talking about, silly!" Kensi said with a short laugh. "Try it out how it is to be a man. With the fake dick, and all."

"And what would that be good for?"

"I don't know, but it might helps. Experiencing your dream in the reality." Ally almost started to see reason in it, but Kensi continued. "And it would be insanely fun."

"I won't dress as a man, just to amuse you."

"You don't have to do it for that. It's just the collateral fun."

"Still don't. It's stupid."

"Pleeeeaaaaase" Kensi begged. "Please-please-please. Just try how it is. You get out of that cute dress, take on the plastic dick and the men clothes and I swear I won't push it further if it really sucks."

Ally sighed. She knew well that if she had resisted too much, Kensi would find something equally crazy that put her in some even more awkward position than the crossdress would've ever done.

"Pinky swear?"

"Pinky swear. You take the clothes on, and if you don't like it, we'll forget it for good."

Allison thought for a while, then looked at her friend suspiciously.

"Give me your phone!"

"I wasn't gonna take pictures" Kensi smiled innocently.

"Sure-sure, try to tell that to somebody, who doesn't know you so well. Now, give it to me!"

After a little sulking, the phone traveled to Ally's hand, so she could start to undress.

"Ta-da-da-da-ta-ta-taaa" Kensi started to hum the music of 9 and a half weeks, so Allison threw a pillow to her head then both of them burst out laughing.

As all the clothes got taken off, the girls looked for the strapon that rolled under the bed, then attached it to Ally. As they were doing it, their gaze met a few times which brought small chuckles out of them, like they were immature teenagers. As the toy was attached well, Kensi playfully smacked it.

"Hey!" Ally exclaimed. "That hurts!"

They looked at each other, and burst out laughing again. The whole situation was deeply awkward, but there was also something undeniably exciting in it, which reverted them back into this constantly giggling teenage girl state. It took them a while to continue the dressing procedure.

"I'm probably crazy for letting you make me do this" Ally said, as Kensi helped the jeans up on her. They took a swathe and bound her breasts with it then came a stylish pair of boots which fit Ally's feet perfectly. The last part of the dressing up was the stylish male shirt, that Kensi bought since their last meet. By the time they finished, from neck down Ally looked like a rather, ehm... gifted guy. She touched her body all over, and it made her feel some strange warmth she had never experienced before. She didn't believe in Kensi's nutjob plan, yet now, despite every prior objection, she enjoyed the situation. She had zero idea why, but she did.

Kensi stepped back a little, and examined her work thoroughly.

"Hmmm..."

"What do you mean by hmmm?"

"Your body is great, but your cutey face is still too adorable."

"Don't you think this is enough?"

"I think if you do something, do it right."

"And what could I do about it? Grimace?"

"No. First, wash the makeup off, and... and your hair. We got to do something with your hair."

"What exactly? Cut it even shorter?" dandered Ally. She played along with the game, and as strange as it was, she even enjoyed it, but there was a line, no matter what happens, she didn't want to step over.

No, nothing like that. Just make it boyish style."

"No scissors?"

"No scissors." Kensi said before bursted out laughing again. Ally looked at her puzzled for a moment, then realized what was the source of the fun.

"You're such an ass, you know that?"

"Yes" Kensi tried to swallow her laughter but she wasn't exactly successful. This time however, Ally was too tense to join her in the fun, so after a while, Kensi managed to force some seriousness on her face. "Now, will you do it?"

"Okay" Ally sighed. She wanted it even less than the dress-up earlier, but she thought if that turned out well, maybe this would too.

They strolled over the bathroom. Because Allison's natural clumsiness in make-up related things had shown up rather quickly, it was Kensi who usually did it for her, so they've been in similar situation numeral times. Similar, but it was still completely different from anything before it. Some strange excitement hinged between them as Kensi carefully removed the corrector and lipstick from Ally's face. After that they could turn to work on her hair. Luckily it was short and torn, so for an experienced self-proclaimed stylist as Kensi, it didn't take too long to turn it more masculine.

As they finished with these, Kensi took a step back, and examined her friend once again.

"Perfect. You are already more manlier than Justin Bieber" she stopped for a second. "Hm... wait a second!" and with that, she hurried out of the bathroom.

Ally was blinking puzzled, but around Kensi she often felt like that. And wasn't exactly alone with the feeling. That girl was wired completely differently, than anybody else Allison has ever met. She could always come up with the craziest, yet amazing things that nobody else would ever think about. Maybe that made the two of them such great friends. Allison was the introverted girl who kept Kensi in check, and Kensi was the troublemaker who didn't let Allison go sour at home, waiting for the life passing by her.

Of course, this time leaving home like this was completely out of the question, but it didn't mean Ally wasn't curious about how she looked at the moment. She turned to the mirror, and examined herself. She wanted to deny it, but she liked what she saw. The soft lines of her face still immediately gave away that she was a girl, but that somehow made it in fact, even more exciting. This duplicity of being male and female, strong and gentle at the same time. She softly fondled through her whole body which felt great, but nothing compared to when she reached her crotch. Some unparalleled to anything shiver filled her parts, a warmness, she had never in her life experienced before, but was sure she wanted to feel it more.

Suddenly it felt like somebody was watching her.

She looked at the bathroom door, and there stood Kensi with a satisfied grin on her face. Ally pulled her hand away from her crotch and looked down coyly as she was caught red-handed, but her friend surprisingly didn't make a comment. She just smiled but not a single witty remark left her mouth which was really unusual of her.

"I think it will make the image complete" Kensi said after they stood there for a while in silence. She held something in her hand that resembled to a fake mustache or beard, it was hard to tell.

"What do you want with that?" Ally asked uncomprehendingly.

"What do you think I want, silly? To attach it on you."

"Now way! I won't let you glue that thing on my face."

"You'll have to, because you are still too cute to anybody believe you were a man."

Ally's eyes went wide.

"What? How? What? Who else would see me besides you?"

"Who? Who don't? Everybody in the club where we gonna go tonight."

"What!?" Ally stepped one step back. "I won't go anywhere like this."

"Of course you won't, because your face would immediately give away that you are a girl. But with a goatee..."

"No."

"Alllllyyyyyyy... I see how much you enjoy this."

"I..." Allison tried to say, but Kensi cut her sentence in half.

"Don't even try to deny it. You are shivering with excitement ever since I put that strapon on you."

"Maybe... I mean... um, but..."

"No buts! I remember how you were in the burning love period with Brandon. I saw that exact look on your face as you admired yourself in the mirror."

"Well... maybe... But going out in the world like this..."

"Not like this. I told you. You take on the fake goatee, and you'll be like a little bit feminine guy."

"I don't know," Allison told hesitantly.

"I knew you'd be in it."

"I did NOT say I was in it!"

"No, but you are hesitating, which means I already convinced you."

Ally threw her head back, then after a few seconds of thinking, she nodded. Her friend dragged her into the craziest things against her own better judgment more times than she cared to admit, but this time it was different. Of course, she would've never thought of such things as going out disguised as a guy, but now that Kensi brought it up, she was trembling to do it. It didn't make the fake goatee any more enticing, but it was the necessary evil she had to endure for it.

"Okay," she sighed. "Do it, before I change my mind."

Kensi didn't need to be told twice. She stepped closer to Ally, greased glue on her face on the concerned areas, then thoroughly put the goatee and the mustache on.

After she finished, stepped back, to take a better look at the result.

"Hm..." she puckered up her lips. "I liked it much better without the facial hair, but we can't go without it."

Kensi stepped away so Ally could look herself in the mirror too. She didn't like what she saw either. Of course, the facial hair made her look much more authentic, but she most certainly looked better without it.

"I don't like it. Maybe we shouldn't just forget it completely."

"Oh no-no! You agreed to it, you can't back out now. Now come before you start to second guess again."

"Okay" Ally said with a sigh, but inside her heart raced fast from the excitement. She didn't say a word, when her friend grabbed her by the wrist and literally dragged her to the room to collect the stuff they needed, then further, down the stairs to the entrance of the house.

Ally took a deep breath as Kensi opened the door for her. A pleasuring tingle ran up and down in her body, which made her hand quiver. Her friend noticed it, but also that it was of excitement and not of fear. Well, mostly not of fear.

They stepped out on the empty street. Allison's heart skipped a beat as her foot first touched the concrete outside the house. Her mind screamingly tried to drag her back into the safety of the home, but the excitement silenced every sane voice. She was out on the street. She was out as a man, and for some inexplicable reason, she loved it. Not just loved. It made her aroused.

Kensi talked something while they were walking to the car, but it was merely a distant echo for Allison. She just admired the world around her and enjoyed how different it seemed than usually.

The "what the hell she got herself into" thought disappeared without a trace, all she felt was this strange excitement of what the night holds for her after this.