"You look... different tonight," said Julie then. "I didn't recognize Mike, um. Michelle at all, even when I spoke to her. I wouldn't recognize you, either, Alexandra."
"It was deliberate," Alexandra said in her newer, overtly feminine, sultry voice as she stretched in a womanly fashion on the seat beside me, me dressed in as womanish a style as 'she' was. "Susan Dancey and her friend will never know that I was there. Or know that Michelle was either. Not with this makeup on us. Not unless you tell on us, or turn us in to the police, who'll be arriving soon."
"You do look kind of..." Julie sought for a word.
"Sexy," suggested Trent with a grin. He glanced at me, shivering and trying to hide behind him. "Dute," Trent added over his shoulder, at me. I was gla of the dark so that they couldn't see how much I was blushing to be called such descriptive words by a boy and girl of my own age.