In September1999, I had the opportunity to go to the MTV Music Awards at the
Metropolitan Opera House. I have seen these types of affairs on television
and I of course knew that the women wear some very outrageous outfits. I
like to be noticed but I knew I would be up against some pretty stiff
competition. Since I would be going with a girlfriend and not my husband, I
knew I could get away with anything I wanted.

I searched around for a sexy dress and finally found the perfect one in an
upper Westside boutique. It had spaghetti straps with a slightly low cut
top and it went to the floor. Though it was not tight; it was body hugging.
In short a classic elegant and simple in light blue. Only one thing would
make it stand out in that crowd. You could see through it in any light. I
was able to a light blue thong that matched the color to perfection. I
altered the front of the thong so low that it just covered the crack of my
pussy.

The night of the awards I changed at my girlfriends. I had already shaved
my pussy but I did it again so that it was as clean as it could get. I made
sure to put some expensive moisturizing cream on it so that it would look
its best. When my girlfriend saw that outfit her jaw really dropped. She
could not believe I was really going out in it. She had on a really lovely
sexy outfit too but she had no chance against this.

The fact is I was nude with a shimmer of light blue over my body that only
made me seem more naked. I was only wearing the thong underneath and that
was so low everyone could see my pussy was shaved.

The first test was to leave the apartment and get a cab to The Met. We had
the doorman call so I only had to make it through the lobby then out on the
street to the cab. Did the doorman look like he was going to have a
stroke? The cab driver quickly adjusted his mirror as he drove so that he
could see the back seat and not the traffic. When we arrived at Lincoln
Center, we had VIP passes so the cab pulled up right in front. I was not
expecting the crowd and the TV cameras. The crowd was screaming at
everyone who was entering. As soon as I got out I knew the dress was a
success de scandale by the stares and the number of flash bulbs. People
were trying to figure out who we were. It's a long walk to the opera house
from the front circle. There must have been 3000 people jammed into the
plaza to see "the stars" enter.

Once inside we headed up to the Grand Tier restaurant where there were hors
d'oeuvres and champagne. I had no trouble getting waiters to give me a
glass. I really was not interested in the wine; I was interested in showing
off. There was stiff competition that night if you remember the singer who
wore a dress draped off one shoulder in the Grecian mode. Except she had
one breast exposed on which she wore a pastie. But I was happy that I did
hold me own in that crowd and it was fun wearing the dress and getting the
stares.

I go to the opera at The Met all the time and the regular ushers were there
that night. I don't think they will ever look at me the same way again. I
doubt if there will ever be another affair at which I can wear the outfit
again but it was sure worth doing it if only once.