T-shirts can be sexy, but I wanted buttons. What the hell, I'll grab a T-shirt too. I'll do some changes "off stage." I rummaged through some old boxes of clothes I had put away. Ah. I found my old pleated cheerleader's skirt and bottoms. I outgrew the top two cup sizes ago. I wasn’t a cheerleader in high school mind you; I had the uniform, but then never tried out. I found a pair of thong underwear I only wore a few times. I didn't like the way the back rode up my ass. Mike loved it. I would sometimes wear it, when I knew I wouldn't be wearing it too long. Seven o'clock on the dot. Looks like its show time.