Well, last night was quite a night to say the least. Three girl/friends came by with wine coolers and tequila to do a little partying. The four of us have been very tight for over fifteen years. We are very special friends that can talk about anything to each other. I should have known they were up to something when they said the tequila was all mine and the coolers theirs. They know I love tequila a lot, and I can get really silly and easily manipulated, if you know what I mean.

After a few drinks, the girls started saying, 'let's play strip poker, want to?' This we hadn't done for quite a while. They added that whoever loses has to do whatever the other three decide, no questions, no backing out. Well, with drinking the tequila they easily got me to agree, although I should have known better. I just had to make sure to win.

We each started out with six articles of clothing, not all the same for each. About forty-five minutes into the game I was doing pretty well, I still had five articles of clothing on. Tamara had four, Mandy had four and Tracy was down to her last two, a bra and panties. Then we had a few more drinks and things changed big time. It seemed as though I couldn't win for anything. Tracy had only her panties on, for sure she was going to be the loser. She looked so hot sitting there with her huge tits pointing right at me. The next thing I knew the girls changed the game, added wild cards. I lost five straight hands and was sitting there totally naked. They laughed, saying that I thought I would beat them and I lost instead.

"Pick from the jar," they said, to see what I have to do for losing.

It said that tomorrow a bag would be left for me. I had to put on the clothing inside and arrive at Tracy's (ten miles away) by 4:00pm, and not be late. Sure enough, the next day at noon a bag was delivered to me. When I looked inside, there was a hot pink bra, hot pink thong, hot pink garter belt, a white thong, white fishnet stockings, a white fishnet mini skirt and a red long-haired wig. There was also a note which read, 'Wear under your trench coat.'

I was really nervous about this, but I lost the bet fair and square. I took a shower and began dressing, first the stockings and garter belt, and next the thong and bra. Next I put on the skirt and wig, which I must admit I did look really hot in. I felt really sexy, too, like I was smokin'. Last but not least, I put on my trench coat and boots. Now I just had to make it onto the bus without anything going wrong.

It had started to rain lightly, which made my trench coat seem like a normal piece of clothing to be wearing. I got on the first of three buses, and everything went fine until I got off the last bus. By then it was pouring down, and as I got off the bus and the doors closed, I didn't realize my coat tail was caught in the door. As the bus started to pull away I realised I didn't have a chance. The trench coat was ripped from my body and there I stood, fully exposed to everyone with a mile to walk. Guys were howling at me, making sexual gestures, grabbing my ass and so on. I took off running for Tracy's pad.

Author's Note: Want to know what happened? Read my follow up letter in two weeks.