During the following week Helena took her purchase to the ACC. There was a very flamboyant young Queen called "Jazmine Cents" that came to the center who was inspired to become a designer. She did much of her own work and many of the other outfits for other Queens at several drag shows. Helena explained her concept to Jazmine who immediately had an idea that would make Helena the Grand Dame of the ball.
"Sugar you just let me take this and I will make those lesbians tripping over themselves to get into your panties.
"Jaz if you do it right. I would not be able to wear any panties"
"OOOhhhh. I see you are going for the Ho look…."
"No, no, no. Jaz just make it tasteful but sexy."
"Honey child everything I do is tasteful and sexy. Actually, you just gave me some ideas about edibles. Oh yes sugar, we are going to make those dykes scream and howl."
Helena hugged and kissed Jazmine. "Just remember. No Ho wear" warned Helena in her best British laden attempt at Ebonics slang.
"Don’t worry my sistah. I’ve got this."

Helena was actually beginning to look forward to the idea of the party. She contemplated her outfit and wondered if it might be over the top but she decided why lock herself away and deny some lucky lady the pleasure of her assets feminine. She was ‘hornley’ lately, horny and lonely. Her right hand and toys could only get her so far. She needed more. She needed the feel of another human’s flesh against her body. She longed to hear the moans of another woman.

The entire day of the party she received several calls from Alice, Bette and Shane to check to make sure she was going.
Bette was on her way to the airport to get Jodi when she called Helena again. "Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up to go the party".
"No Bette I am fine. My costume is a late being completed and I am going to pick it up right before the party and I will see you there."
"Well, just in case I am warming up that tar." Teased Bette
"Bette, dear tell me just what do you have in mind with that warm tar". Helena asked in her best voice of enticement.
Bette was gulped and was speechless. There was a lump in her throat and a throb between her legs. Helena was good at throwing these curve balls at Bette when she least expected it. Bette had a quick flash of naked bodies in warm tar. "Hrgh. No I don’t think so". Then the thought of naked bodies without the tar took over. Her throb became more intense. "Shit. Not now."
"Bette…are you there?"
Yes I’m sorry; I was in a dead zone. I think I lost my signal for a second" Hurriedly she tried to end the conversation. "So we will see you there then."
"So you will see your Jodi soon."
"Yes. I’ve missed her. It will be great." As the words left her mouth Bette regretted them. But why? She and Helena were friends. She almost felt Helena was becoming her best friend. But for some strange reason talking to Helena about Jodi did not seem like the thing to do. "Helena", Bette started…I…
Before she could finish Helena interrupted with. "Oh Bette I have another call. I think it’s my costume. I’d better take this.
"Okay then. I’ll see you there."
"Please give Jodi a hug for me."
"You’ll see her soon enough. You can hug her yourself."