Authors note: Special thanks to Tiffany Michelle (www.aracs.net/tiffany) for her words of wisdom.

 

Allie's TG Adventure

by: Anne Baker
©2001

 

1

This was it. The moment of truth.

"Upload".

I had finally done it. My TG website was on the net.

"What have I done?" I got up and paced the room. I didn't think I'd actually go through with it but there it was for the whole world to see. "Allie's TG Adventure"

I walked back to my iMac and typed in the URL.

Error type 404. Page not found on this server.

Something had gone wrong. "Thank God," I muttered.

I was severely stressed and started pacing the room again. I'd worked so hard to make a great web page and now I was terrified that it was actually in cyberspace. There for the whole world to see.

I walked back to the computer and pressed 'Reload'.

The screen went lavender.

"Oh God, no." I barely whispered.

 

2

"Peter, got any bucks?" asked Shelley as she caught up to me in the hallway.

"Let me guess. You dropped your camera and you've got to get it fixed by the weekend," I answered as I kept on walking.

"Almost. I dropped my lens and since I wanted to replace it anyway, I've gone ahead and lined up a great deal for a real killer piece of glass."

I could see it coming, "But the guy will only hold it for you for twenty four hours."

"How did you know that?" she asked me a bit taken aback.

Shelley was one of my dearest co-workers and she was totally addicted to photography. On off-hours she seemed to do nothing else. She looked and dressed the part of an artistic rebel, always had a camera slung around her shoulders and she was always broke.

"How much?" I asked.

"Six hundred but I've already scraped together forty bucks so if you could spare six fifty for say, a month, that should do it." She turned on that look that no one could resist.

"What do you mean six fifty? If the thing only costs six and ..Oh forget it. Meet me after work in the parking lot and we'll go down to pick it up. I'll put it on my card but you've got to pay me back before the bill comes due."

As we walked out of the store with her new lens and the tripod she said she couldn't live without, Shelley stopped, took my hand and said, "I knew I could count on you. I owe you one." She leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"Don't worry, when I need my picture taken, you'll be the one I'll call." I said to her with a smile.

 

3

I picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Hi Peter it's me."

"Oh, Hi Shelley. Let me guess, you saw a really great deal on an enlarger?"

She laughed. "No, it's just that I think you made a mistake at the store and used your sister's credit card or something."

"What are you talking about? I don't have a sister," I answered not at all sure about what was going on.

"So who's Allie MacMillan if she's not your sister?" she asked.

"How do you know that name?" I asked quickly.

"It's on the credit card slip that the clerk stapled to the invoice." Shelley replied.

"Peter, are you still there?" Shelley asked after a moment's silence.

"Yeah, I'm still here." I answered a bit flustered. "Just tear up the receipt, it must be a mistake. The clerk must have stapled the wrong receipt from another customer."

"But Peter, we were the only ones in the store," she replied.

"Look Shelley. It's not important, just tear it up. I'll see you in the office tomorrow, goodbye." I said and hung up the phone.

I slowly got up from my chair and walked over to my bedroom. I picked up my wallet and withdrew the credit card that occupied the first slot.

Allie MacMillan.

I reached in for the next card.

Peter MacMillan.

I had ordered some stockings from an on-line store the other day and used my "Allie" card that I had received as a supplementary card to my normal credit card. I obviously wasn't careful when I put it back in my wallet.

"Oh, Christ!" I said as I sat down on my bed.

 

4

"Peter, stop!" shouted Shelley as she saw me from the end of the hallway.

I looked around but could see no possible escape. I nodded to her and waited as she walked towards me lugging the largest of her several camera bags.

"You've been deliberately avoiding me all day," she said sternly.

"I'm sorry but I've been busy, and I'm trying to work something out, so excuse me for seeming distant," I replied checking my watch. "Look, I'll catch up with you later OK?" and turned to walk away.

"When do I get to meet Allie?" she called out after me.

I stopped in my tracks. I heard Shelley walk towards me.

"I said, when do I get to meet Allie?" she asked again, this time barely more than a whisper.

I turned to her. "Look, I did you a favor yesterday. Do me one now and forget about Allie." With that I walked away from her down the hallway.

I managed to avoid Shelley for the rest of the week. I stayed at my desk during lunch, left the office an hour later than Shelley did and by Friday I had started to unwind a bit.

"There you are."

She caught me as I rounded a blind corner.

"Oh, Hi Shelley, how've you been?" I asked in my regular cheery fashion.

"You know," she started, "I wasn't 100% sure the other day but, with the way you've been acting, I'm sure now."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I started. "I mean first ..."

She cut me off. "I thought we were friends. I never told you this but I've got a cousin on the West Coast who is a cross-dresser and I love him as if he were my very own sister. Always have, always will." she grinned.

I turned to her and returned the smiled. "If never told anyone before."

She raised her camera to her eye and took my picture.

"This will be your 'before' picture," she said with an impish grin.

 

5

Shelley said she'd be by at seven but knowing her the way I did, I expected her only at eight thirty. I was amazed when the buzzer sounded and that she was virtually on time. I had luckily just finished getting dressed and had done my make-up so I took a deep breath and answered the door.

Not knowing how this would play out, I chose a simple denim skirt and a print blouse. I wore a wavy brunette wig and went light on my make-up. I didn't want to seem too experienced in dressing but I still wanted to look my best.

"Wow! You look great," Shelley exclaimed with the biggest grin I'd ever seen on her face.

"Quick," I said, "Get in before my neighbors see me."

She managed to take a picture of me before entering my apartment.

"Cool place you've got here," she said.

"Thanks, can I get you anything?" I asked a bit unnerved.

"Nah, I'll wait."

She was dressed as only she could. A black sweater over black tights, a very short red tartan skirt, black army boots and a black 'Josie and the Pussycats' cat-eared hair band. I smiled, amazed at how she was able to pull off a look like that so well.

"So, let's get a look at you," she said turning towards me.

"Great curves, what is it, padding?"

"Please don't laugh," I started.

"Relax," she said. "You look great. However, the look is a bit dated and you're wearing the wrong shoes."

"Wait a minute," I protested, "I love these shoes!"

"The shoes are great but they don't go well with that skirt," she replied as she looked at me more intently. "And I'm not buying the wig."

I started to feel like a complete idiot.

"You won't believe this but my mother has the same blouse," she added.

"That's it," I said with my hands in the air. "This wasn't a good idea at all. Please go now and please don't tell anyone about this."

She took another picture.

"Hey! Cut that out!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"I was wrong, that's all," she answered turning her camera to a vertical position for another shot.

Click/flash!

"That's our 'before' picture," she said laughing loudly.

"Shelley, please don't take any more pictures," I pleaded.

"Are these your only clothes or do you have more?" she asked and I could see she was formulating a plan.

We spent the next little while going through my clothes until we managed to put together a look which pleased us both. She asked several questions about my cross-dressing but seemed very up to date on the subject. I was quite at ease and told her much more than I ever thought I would tell anyone.

Shelley helped wash my hair that was of a medium length, and, with some gel created a sexy unkempt look. She then reworked my make-up finishing it up with the reddest lipstick I had. I put on opaque black pantyhose and my little red dress. A beret topped off the outfit.

"To tell you the truth, I wouldn't have been caught dead anywhere near you the way you were dressed when I walked in," said Shelley admiring the results. "You looked like a nun on parole or something."

She reached over to get her camera bag as I stared at myself in the mirror. She started changing her camera lens and instructed me to grab a purse.

"What are you talking about. Are you suggesting that we go out with me dressed like this?" I meekly protested.

"It's what you want isn't it?" she replied changing the batteries in her flashgun.

"Well, yes, but...., eventually, you know, but not now?" I was starting to think of what could happen.

"Sure, why not? You've got a look going. I want to take some shots of you done by the old fire hall. Who's going notice?"

 

6

"Have we finished yet?" I pleaded.

Shelley had turned "some shots" into a two-hour photo shoot. The fire hall had inspired her to lead us to the Public Library, which saw us go to City Hall. Of course when she needed gas in her car, more shots were taken of me filling the tank and paying the attendant with my Allie credit card.

"Hey cutie," Shelley said to the gas bar attendant, "Hold my friend here by the waist for a couple!"

Click/Flash!

The attendant obviously thought anything goes so the next thing I knew he was kissing me on the cheek.

Click/Flash!

At least Shelley had enough money for a couple of quick beers before we headed back to my place. We stopped by a bar that had just opened and found a small table on the terrace.

I was a bit freaked out by what had been going on all evening and was enjoying the relaxing beer.

"So, what do you want to get out of all this?" Shelley asked as she loaded another of the countless rolls of film she seemed to have in her bag.

"What do you mean?" I asked with my eyes momentarily closed. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the flash of her camera go off for yet another picture. I was too tired to care by this point.

"Are you dressing for just yourself or is this the new you?"

I had been deliberately vague when she had asked me the same question earlier.

"I really don't know." I answered sipping my beer.

The waiter over by the next table suddenly caught my eye.

He smiled.

I smiled back.

Click/Flash!

"I like dressing as often as I can. Would I do it every day? Probably not. Would I consider a sex-change? I honestly don't think so."

"Who else have you told? Does anybody else know about this?" Shelley asked lighting a cigarette. "Want one?"

"No thanks. You're the very first person I've ever told."

A thought crossed my mind. I had known Shelley for two or three years but we had never really seen each over out of the office. "You're not going to tell anyone are you?" I asked realizing how vulnerable I now felt.

"Peter, you know me better than that," she scoffed.

"Do I? You've got six or seven rolls of film in that bag of me in drag. Should I be worried?"

What the hell had I let myself in for.

"Well, if that's the way you feel about it. Here, take the fucking film." She reached into her bag and pulled out the rolls she had taken that evening.

"Here, take this too!" She reached for her camera on the table. Just as she was going to pop the back open to pull out the exposed film, I reached out and took her hand.

"Stop. Look I'm sorry. I trust you. But put yourself in my shoes for a minute. I've opened up to you in a big way here."

Shelley looked at me and said "No. You trust me. I didn't take pictures of a drag queen tonight. If there's one thing I know, it's how to frame a shot. These pictures are going to knock your pantyhose off."

 

7

Shelley found me at the water cooler.

"Peter, are you free after work? I have some results of that project we were working on the other day that I want to go over with you."

"Sure, Shelley. How about at seven thirty at my place?

We'll call out for Chinese or something"

Shelley smiled and said, "See you then."

Jerry Robinson from accounting elbowed me in the ribs causing me to spill water all over my shoes.

"Hooking up with the space cadet are you?"

His sidekick Larry Morgan started in. "The "Goodwill Girl" and the "Quiet Riot". What a pair!" he guffawed. "You two would probably mate and the result would be a mute that dressed like a test pattern."

"Up yours, Larry." I glared at him.

"Oooh! Jerry, save me, save me!" Larry said as he ran behind Jerry, who stood there like a grinning oaf.

"Assholes," I muttered as I walked away. Little did they know that if next month's restructuring plan passed through the board review, I would be their immediate superior.

I walked into my office and shut the door. As I sat at my desk I couldn't help but feel thrilled that I would finally be seeing pictures of myself dressed as a woman. In all the years I had been cross-dressing, I had never had the opportunity to see myself other than in the mirror. I had trouble concentrating on my work for the rest of the day.

Once again, Shelley was on time.

"Oh pooh! You're not dressed up tonight." She seemed truly disappointed.

"Sorry but I didn't think about it plus I just got home about 10 minutes ago so I wouldn't have had time anyway." I answered. It felt odd but nice that someone actually expected me to dress as a girl.

"I've got some pictures here that are going to blow you away," she said obviously very pleased with herself.

I guided her to the kitchen. "Here, let's sit at the kitchen table. I have to admit that I can hardly wait."

She took some packages of photos out of her camera bag and we started laying them out on the table. I was completely knocked out.

"I've always figured you were a good photographer but this is unreal," I said shaking my head in amazement. She smiled as she continued lay down the photos on the table.

Each shot seemed better than the next. She managed to capture a mood and a look that I could not begin to believe. I uttered a series gasps and giggles as I relived the evening of the photo shoot.

"I love this 'Let me suck your cock' look you're doing here." said Shelley as she pointed to one of the shots of me and the gas station attendant. She had, moments before taking the picture, redone my lipstick with a fresh, thick coat of luxurious red and I had kept my mouth open to try and help it dry a bit. The look was priceless.

"In these ones here," she continued, "We can see a few masculine traits in your face and neck but it works." She was really getting into this as much as I was.

After looking at what seemed to be at least two hundred pictures, my head was swimming and I was euphoric.

"You know what's neat?" she asked as I got some wine out of the cupboard.

"I haven't a clue other than I'm all freaked by those pictures. They're amazing." I answered as I poured the wine.

"Like, at work you're all quiet, sitting there in your office day after day. Really introverted like. But in these pictures, dressed like a hot chick, you're really someone else." she said shaking her head. "D'uh, that sounds kinda obvious now that I think of it."

"To tell you the truth," I answered sitting down, "I've never seen what I've looked like all dressed - other than the mirror of course. I really do look different don't I?" I said looking back through the various pictures.

"You look smart, sexy, sophisticated and extroverted - all the things we don't normally associate with you," she said.

"Gee, thanks a lot!" I answered curtly.

"Don't take it badly Peter, but it sometimes looks you almost go out of your way to be stand-offish and aloof with everybody. If you'd only lighten up a bit. You know, like her!" she exclaimed, pointing to a picture of me sitting on the steps of City Hall with my legs spread, hands tugging down my dress at the crotch.

I looked at the picture. "Hell of a difference in attitude isn't it?" I said marveling at what I saw.

 

8

"So, what are you going to do with the pictures?" Shelley asked me coyly. "Going to save them for your own personal pleasure and amusement?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said staring intently at the photos strewn about the kitchen table.

"You know, are you going to retreat into your fantasy with this luscious creature and have your one-handed way with her?"

I turned beet red.

"I'm sorry Peter," she said quietly. "That was out of line."

"No, it's OK." I answered.

There was an awkward silence and I started picking up the photos and returning them into their envelopes. Shelley looked at me and started helping.

"I'm not gay you know," I said after a while.

"I'm sorry Peter, that was really wrong of me." Shelley said ashamedly.

After another pregnant pause she said, "Does dressing up get you off?"

"Shelley! Geez..."

"Sorry, sorry, this is me minding my own business."

"So," she continued, "What ARE we going to do with these pictures?"

"It's we now, is it?"

"Look, you were the model, I was the photographer. Seems to me we're a team," she said taking my hand.

"We can put them in an album I suppose. Look, I don't know. These are private pictures. What the hell can I do with them?" I said in exasperation. "Put them up where everyone can see them?"

"EXACTLY!" she shouted.

I was confused. "Exactly what? What are you saying here?"

"We'll put them on the net! We'll start a web site - Allie's Place or something. Pictures of Allie, Allie adventures, talk to Allie, you know, the whole website thing." Shelley said excitedly.

"That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard. Everybody's going to recognize me and I'll be a laughing stock. It's completely out of the question." I said defiantly.

 

9

"OK, we'll do a web site." I said resignedly.

Shelley and I had spent the last couple of hours looking at various web pages that dealt with TG themes.

I had to agree that I looked as good, if not better than any of the "girls" out there and the chances of anybody recognizing me were virtually non-existent. Shelley had become so enthusiastic about the concept that I got caught up with it myself.

We met several times over the next couple of weeks choosing the theme, the pictorials and web design. I purchased a copy of 'WebPageMillWeaver' and we got to work.

The basic theme of the site was my first adventure that night with Shelley and, appropriately enough, I chose the name Allie's TG Adventure.

We had decided to start with two pictorials - my first night out and a girl-next-door feature.

 

10

People at the office now knew that Shelley and I were an item. We had always been seen as outsiders by most everybody but now we were more accepted by our co-workers. By most of them anyway.

Jerry and Larry walked up to me in the hallway as I was going to the cafeteria.

"Hi Peter, how's the Peter?" asked Jerry. Larry snickered like the cretin he was.

"Not now guys, but I do want to talk to you two after this afternoon's meeting." I was going to enjoy telling them that I was, effectively their new boss.

I went to the shipping department to see if the new scanner I'd ordered had arrived. Derek, the warehouse manager, was at his terminal and he quickly shut off his screen when he saw me arrive.

"Who's new in the screen saver file today?" I asked him knowingly.

Derek grinned and turned his screen back on. "Cindy Margolis had some new pictures up today so I downloaded them." The screen lit up with the image of the beautiful blonde in a microscopic red bikini.

"Derek, you're creating something that will bring much joy to the world. I salute you," I said with a flourish.

He looked at me and said, "Wow man, you're in a good mood today. Love has broken through that tough exterior and unleashed a whole new you."

"I wouldn't call it love but I must admit I'm unwinding. Feels good too. Did my scanner come in yet?" He could tell I was like a kid at Christmas.

"Came in about an hour ago. You picked a real nice one too. Bring your car to the dock and we'll load it up for you," said Derek.

Shelley and I spent part of the evening scanning and the other part in bed. I lost my virginity that night.

The next morning, Shelley rolled over and kissed me lightly. "Let's go out for breakfast. We can do the 'Girl Next Door" folio as well and then it'll be done.

"We can't do that! People will see me!" I cried out in alarm.

"Relax honey," she said. "You've been out before, what's the problem?"

"I've been out at night but not in the daylight."

"What are you, a vampire or something? What's the big deal? Trust me, it'll go fine. Besides, I've always wanted to see you in that little blue dress you showed me."

As we walked down the street, Shelley took a few pictures of me. It was a beautiful morning and I could have used my sunglasses but Shelley insisted that I park them on my forehead. "We won't be able to see your eyes and it'll ruin the shot. And pull up your shoulder strap again." she said in a scolding tone.

All of a sudden, I heard her shout, "That's it!"

We had come upon a gift boutique that sold arts and crafts and dried flower arrangements. A few minutes later we were back on the street.

I was now wearing a big floppy straw hat and I had a wide wicker basket decorated with a long stemmed arrangement on my arm.

"What more can you ask for?" she asked snapping away like mad. "Our beautiful country maiden is out for a walk picking flowers. This is great."

I must admit that I had never felt more feminine in all of my life.

 

11

"Shell? It's me. The site is up."

"Are you alright?" she asked. "You sound all freaked out or something."

I started to ramble. "What have I done? You should have stopped me but now it's too late. Do you know how to take it off? Because we have to take it off you know. People will see it. If they see it, you know what? I'll be ruined. Do you know?"

"Whoa! Slow down there 'Rain Man'. Next thing you know is you'll be saying is that you're an excellent transvestite and that you get your panties at K-Mart! Lighten up! Now, take a deep breath."

I did as I was told.

"Feel better?" Shelley asked softly.

I nodded.

"Hello? Peter? Are you still there?" she asked somewhat alarmed.

"Sorry Shelley." I took another deep breath. "Yeah, I feel fine. I'm scared. Please come over."

"I'll be right there hon," she said.

I hung up the phone and went back to the computer.

The lavender screen had an enticing "Welcome To Allie's TG Adventure" written in pink script. An animated gif of a beckoning finger encouraged me to, "Come On In".

I sat down, took hold of the mouse and clicked on the finger.

The text and animation disappeared from the screen and the lavender background took on the illusion of mist as the screen changed to reveal the Table of Contents.

Various images of the photo shoots labeled the different sections. The 'Late Night Photo Shoot' had the picture of me with the gas station attendant (his face blurred out) while the 'Going to Market' segment had me in the floppy hat holding the basket.

So far I was impressed with our work. The layout was attractive and the photos were magazine quality while the table of contents was completed by a short bio, a FAQ and a Fe-Mail link.

The buzzer sounded meaning that Shelley had arrived. A few moments later, she was upstairs at my door. We kissed and I ushered her in.

"So, you've been checking out the site," she remarked.

"Does that mean you're feeling better about it?"

We walked over and she sat down in front of the computer as I pulled up another chair.

"It certainly looks good anyway. Let's just say I have mixed feelings about it. I'm excited that I have an outlet for Allie to explore and expand on but, at the same time, I'm afraid that it can be a dangerous thing for me."

"How's that, a dangerous thing?" asked Shelley.

"Well, just look at it. Pictures of me in drag. Anyone could come across it. What will they say? 'Look at MacMillan - the pervert in a dress is what they'll say. And another thing, that's theoretically going to be out there forever. What happens in twenty years if my boss or spouse finds that? I'd be screwed."

She stopped me there. "Peter, calm down. First of all, it's an anonymous site - no one could ever recognize you from the pictures. On top of that, you can shut the site down tomorrow and that would be the end of it. Secondly, who's the pervert if there is one? The guy in the dress or the guy looking at the guy in the dress? Thirdly, in twenty years, hopefully you'll be your own boss and your wife wont freak out because she helped you put the thing up in the first place."

As she looked at me, she smiled and I immediately reached out for her.

 

12

It took a few weeks for the site to get known but both Shelley and I were ecstatic by the number of hits it was getting. After a couple of months, it was not uncommon for the site to get a couple of hundred hits a day.

Shelley and I were inseparable and our latest favorite pastime was reading Allie's email on Saturday nights. We would begin by bathing together, doing each other's make-up and choosing our favorite lingerie for the evening. Lately we were enjoying the virtues of body stockings and high heels.

We would then sit in front of the computer with a snifter of cognac each and start reading Allie's fan mail.

Dear Allie;

At the bottom of this note you will see a picture of my rock hard....

Delete

Dear Allie;

You are truly a beautiful girl and I love your pictures.

Come visit my site soon!

Love

Jenny TV

Der Alli;

I not believe you are not real girl. Please show us picture of your....

Delete

Dear Child;

Satan has...

Delete

Dear Allie;

I am a new TV and hope to look as good as you.

Huggles

Tammy

P.S. Where do you buy your nylons?

Shelley and I enjoyed returning a special jpeg which bore Allie's signature to all the nice people who wrote email. Thankfully the ratio of kind and sincere letters we received far outnumbered the scary ones. As time went on, we added a couple of new pictorials to the site.

'Allie's Workout' was really neat as we did it at a local health center. Shelley got authorization for a photo shoot and we showed up on a quiet evening near closing time. She took pictures in various outfits including gray tights with a long sleeved pink leotard as well as a black unitard with a high cut, wrestler type red leotard over it. I loved the way that one turned out and it's become my favorite pictorial.

Later, at Shelley's insistence, the site was further expanded with a links section of important T-Girl resources for those with pressing issues.

 

13

"Let me in."

"No!"

"Come on, I won't laugh."

"Promise?"

"Open up or I'll bust the door down."

"OK, come on in."

I heard the door open and Shelley walked in the room.

The site had been up for almost a year before I had the nerve to consider a boudoir photo shoot. Shelley had been almost insisting that we do one and we had been having so much fun with the site that we both felt the timing was right.

I was dressed in a rather severe white Merry Widow with old rose trim. My padded panty was invisible but gave me unmistakable female forms and my breast forms, new and expensive, gave me wonderful cleavage. White silk stockings were held up by dainty garters and I wore elbow length gloves. Three inch white pumps and a transparent peignoir tied at the waist completed the look.

"Wow, you look amazingly hot!" cooed Shelley truly impressed with the creature before her.

"Actually, I'm freezing. Let's get on with it."

Shelley had finished my make-up and hair just moments before but I had been wearing a floor length housecoat as I wasn't sure that I would actually go ahead with this. I was an avowed cross-dresser but this - this was farther than I had ever gone. Plus I wasn't alone.

We had arrived at the hotel a few hours earlier and had taken the time to prepare the setting. Fresh cut flowers and candles had added to this elegant bridal suite. Shelley had gone all out and rented, on my credit card, some portable studio flashes and she set them up as I dressed in the bathroom.

"Let's get to work," she said seriously.

The photo shoot went reasonably quickly. Shelley was a real pro behind the camera and guided me through various poses and settings.

All of a sudden, she said, "We've got our shots."

I started to get up off of the bed to change but she said, "Wait there a minute."

She turned off all the lighting equipment and left the room saying, "Stay there a second, I'll be right back."

I lay back on the bed feeling so proud of myself for having gone through with this. For years I had been introverted and scared to take risks. I would always hold myself back from cutting loose and doing something just for me. I couldn't deny now that I was having the time of my life. Plus I had found a soulmate who loved me for what and for who I was.

All of a sudden I heard, "Close your eyes.".

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt Shelley get into bed beside me.

"Open your eyes," I heard her say breathlessly.

I turned to see Shelley dressed very much as I was. She smiled and said, "I couldn't afford the stuff you're wearing but I hope you like it."

"You look beautiful," I said, taking her in with my eyes.

I could feel myself getting excited as she reached her hand into my panties to massage me. She smiled and said "I've been fantasizing about this for weeks."

 

14

Shelley and I decided that we would spend our first wedding anniversary in France. A week and a half in Paris would be followed by a week long bicycle tour through wine country. It was given that there would be an 'Allie in Paris' and an 'Allie and The Wine Chateau' pictorial up on the web site before long.

Before leaving however, there was much on the job front to look after. Thankfully, my team seemed motivated and even Larry was a help ever since Jerry had been transferred. My goal was to get everything up to date so that I could leave without stressing over work. Problems with inventory had me down at the warehouse on my last afternoon until well past closing.

Shelley was waiting for me at the restaurant and greeted me with a delicious kiss which could have gone on forever as far as I was concerned.

"Judging from that smile on your face, you enjoyed that didn't you?" she said coyly.

I nodded still smiling.

"Did you finish all your work and are you going to keep your mind away from the office for the next few weeks?"

I answered "Yes and no." and kept smiling.

"Peter! What are you grinning about like that? You look like you just got laid or something," she said looking a bit annoyed.

I nodded. "Or something." I answered and continued to smile.

Now she was getting upset. "If you don't tell me what's going on, the next time you wear your thong, I'm going to give you the wedgey to end all wedgeys."

"You know Derek in the warehouse?" I started.

"Derek with the girly screen savers?" she replied.

I nodded grinning.

"What about.... OHMYGAWD!!"

People at other tables started turning around to look at us.

"OHMYGAWD!!"

I nodded again still grinning.

"Allie's on there?" she said in disbelief.

I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"But Peter, what if someone recognizes you?" she asked.

I was still laughing as I told her "Derek made a big thing about this 'incredibly hot piece of poontang'. He had some of the workout shots, some from that first night out and five or six of the bridal suite shots. I was standing right next to him the whole time he was showing me them and the thought never crossed his mind."

Shelley was still in a state of shock but smiled when she said "Well we know what turns his crank when it comes to fetishes." She started laughing along with me.

"No, I don't think he got them off the site himself. He's told me before that he trades pictures with other people on the net. No, I'm positive that he thinks Allie's the real thing - his ideal girl."

'Well he can't have her," she said, "Allie's all mine."

Shelley looked at me in the eyes, smiled and shook her head. "When I first met you a few years ago, I couldn't get over thinking how incredibly introverted and nerdy you were. Now you're an Internet sex goddess causing guys around the globe to get intimate with a tissue. And on top of it all, I take the pictures that make you look hot."

I reached my glass across the table and we toasted.

"I wouldn't have it any over way," I said and she nodded.

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