This is a true story that happened in 2005. No one except the people involved know about it and no one in the world knows it is me except me.
About 15 years ago I went to a fancy dress party on a Sunday night with a guy from work (actually an asshole to be honest) dressed as Agnetha from Abba (the blonde one). I was wearing a long white T shirt with a cartoon horse printed on it tied off in the middle around my waist with a makeshift belt which dropped down to a few inches below my arse , blonde wig, white knee length boots, sparkle make up and piercing blue contact lenses.
I was 31 at the time and in good shape, I’d had kids but by C Section an apart from a few minor stretch marks on my belly I had bounced back really well, I was a natural size 8, I sported a pair of still firm 34C tits and have got naturally olive skin which I have religiously looked after and my eyes are actually brown. I was in a very good disguise!