David's Story

by Teddie S

 

Chapter 5

A Formal Dance to Remember. Maybe.

 

On Saturday morning as we were getting dressed, Dana said, "My glasses!"

"What about them honey?", I asked.

"I took them off for the fashion show and left them where I changed."

"Don't worry we'll find them."

"I hope. They're part of Dana."

"But, you still look good without them."

We finished dressing and headed to where the girls had changed for the fashion show. As we walked into the room, a completely empty room, I could see the look on Dana's face change to one of concern as she said, "They've cleaned up the room. There's nothing left here."

"Lets check with Wendy and the front desk. You find Wendy and I'll go to the front desk."

The people at the front desk checked their lost and found, and no glasses. They also checked with the cleaning people and no one had seen or pickup any glasses in that room. I gave them our room number just incase anyone turned them in.

I walked back toward the vendors area looking for Dana. When I saw her, I could tell she hadn't had any luck either. As we walked up to each other, she asked, "Any luck?"

"No.", I replied, "I left our room number with them in case someone turns in a pair."

"Wendy said that the hotel people had cleaned up in there last night and she didn't see any glasses when she cleaned up her things."

"We'll just get you a new pair. Didn't one of the vendors have glasses?"

"Yes. The one that had all the wigs."

The five of us had decided to have lunch together and spend the afternoon shopping in town. So, we met Michelle and Joan for lunch at noon. Tanya was supposed to be here too, but no one had seen her since the fashion show. We told the girls about Dana losing her glasses, and Joan said, "That's what's different. Do you need them?"

"No.", Dana said, "Beth added them one day when we were playing with my look and they just added a great touch."

After lunch we walked into the vendor's area and over to the vendor that was selling wigs. Dana was right. She did have a number of pairs of glasses on a display with plane lenses. Dana started looking through them. I saw her hesitate every once in awhile and look closer at a pair. Finally she picked up a pair and put them on and looked in a mirror, then turned to us, and ask, "How about these?"

Joan, Michelle, and I said in unison, "No."

She put them back and chose a second pair. Those didn't work either. The third pair she tried, a pair with rectangular lenses and thin black frames, did something. Michelle looked at her and said, "Those are great. I don't know what it is, but those work."

Joan in a loud whisper, so that Dana could hear, said, "Don't tell her, but those makes her look sophisticated."

Dana smiled and said, "Sophisticated. I'll take 'em."

It was then off downtown to do some shopping. This town had a rejuvenated downtown shopping district that was full of small speciality shops. It was a nice day and only a short walk.

These shops really got Dana's attention. There were clothing shops specializing in everything from underwear to top of the line designer dresses. One of these shops had some drop dead gorgeous wedding gowns and that really caught her attention. She went in and it took us almost an hour to get her out.

Another shop specialized in earrings. We had brought a good selection of earrings with us, but a girl never has enough. So, we started looking for a new pair for Dana. We found the perfect pair, they were twisted hoops and they looked great on her.

Before we were done, along with the new earrings, Dana had a new skirt, and I had a new top. But, Michelle and Joan out did both of us. When we were back to the hotel, we found that Tanya had been arrested. Which I'm sorry to say didn't make me unhappy. There was something that told me that she had more than a passing interest in Dana. We didn't find out until later that Tanya's arrest had something to do with prostitution and that a couple of the other girls had been arrested too.

After dinner Dana and I went to our room to get ready for the dance. She took a long hot shower and when she came out of the bathroom she was in a minor panic and said, "The makeup is coming off my boobs."

"Young lady!", I said, "You don't have boobs. You have breasts."

"Whatever. The makeup is coming off and you can see the seams."

"Take it easy. It's not a big deal. We'll fix it."

"It is a big deal!" And, she started to cry.

I held her and tried to calm her down. It took a little while for her to stop crying and settle down. I was finally able to ask her, "Honey. What's wrong?"

"I . . . I don't know. I just felt so sad all of a sudden."

"Why? "

"I don't know. I was feeling so good, out shopping and everything, then I saw the makeup coming off my breasts and I just felt so sad,"

"It'll be fine. We'll fix it."

I went and found the adhesive and makeup that Tanya had originally used on the seams. I had Dana sit on the counter in the bathroom and I carefully removed all the makeup and cleaned the forms and her skin very carefully. I checked the edges of the forms to be sure they were still firmly attached and they were. Then I carefully reapplied the makeup to the seam between the forms and her chest. This is a heavy makeup, and it took a little while to apply and smooth out properly with a sponge, but I think I did a good job.

Dana jumped off the counter and checked out my makeup job in the mirror, as she turned back around I finally saw a smile, and she said, "Thanks. It looks really good."

"I figured we could fix it. In fact I think it looks better then the job Tanya did."

"You took longer."

"And, it worked out better."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too. But, please don't get so upset about little things. We can always fix them together."

She just smiled at me. I left her to finish her hair and makeup. Besides I had to get ready too.

When she came out of the bathroom, she looked fantastic. Her makeup was just perfect for a formal dance, her hair was done to perfection, and the new earrings looked great. She was basically naked except for the padded pantie. There was a pretty girl standing there, but I knew my husband was somewhere underneath it all, but I couldn't help look at him as anything else but a girl. A sexy girl.

I also made a mental note that Dana had more to learn about being a girl. Modesty. Even in front of close friends.

She put on the garter belt, sat down, and rolled the nylons up her sexy legs. She saw me watching her and asked, "Something wrong?"

"No.", I replied, "It's that you looked so sexy doing that. Do you like the nylons better then the panty hose?"

"I think so. They just make me feel sexy. I love the pull on the garter belt when I walk or move."

Her shoes, the silver ones with the four-inch heels, were next. She had learned to work with the longer finger nails and didn't have any problem buckling the ankle straps. She stood up and walked across the room in those four-inch heels without a problem. I couldn't take my eyes off her cute little butt.

She took her dress off the hanger and carefully put it on. I looked at her and said, "You are so sexy."

"I am?", she asked.

"You know you are."

She grinned and said. "Help me with the tape so I don't fall out of this thing."

She told me how they had used the fashion tape last night to hold the dress in place and make it look like it hugged her curves. I carefully applied the tape as she watched and directed, and when I was done she looked as good as she did last night.

She helped me by zipping up my dress, which was a really nice dress, but next to hers was nothing. I looked at her and said, "I look like the poor sister."

It was her turn, "Listen girlfriend. You look great, as always. And, if I was a guy, I would be very proud to be seen with you anywhere."

"You are a guy. Aren't you?"

"Am I? How many guys do you know that can look this good as a girl?"

"Oh. After this weekend, a few."

"A few?"

"Yea. Michelle, you, and a few others."

"All kidding aside. You do look great and I want to spend the whole evening with you and only you."

I smiled at her and said, "Here or at the dance?"

With a sly grin she replied, "Both."

It was about eight when we went to walk out the door of our room. There was no hesitation from Dana, she walked out of the door like she'd been wearing dresses like this all her life. As we were waiting for the elevator I said, "You didn't even hesitate walking out here in that dress."

She looked at me, smiled, and just said, "I just feels so right. Besides, everyone's seen me in it and loved it."

We took the elevator to the lobby and it was fun seeing everyone in the lobby give Dana the once over as we walked toward the ball room. I think she got a real kick out of it too.

We walked into the ball room and there were a lot of people already there. So many that it made it hard to find anyone that you were looking for. Luckily we had made prior arrangements with Michelle and Joan on a place to meet. They had arrived before we did and had saved us places to sit.

There was a fairly good local band playing for the dance and they were already playing some great music. When the first slow songs started, I said, "I've never asked before, but Dana can I have this dance."

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Yes."

I got up, offered her my hand, she took it, and I helped her up. Then I escorted her to the dance floor. As we started to dance, we had two problems, she's taller then I am and I don't know how to lead. We solved the leading problem fairly quickly and would just have to live with the other.

We danced this dance and one more then made our way back to the table. Michelle and Joan had ordered a bottle of wine with four glasses, so we sat for awhile and sipped wine. A very nice wine.

Dana asked Michelle, "I'm seeing more guys here tonight. Are these the guys that have a thing for crossdressers?"

"Yea.", Michelle answered, "They're basically harmless. They just like to be around guys that look good as girls. They'll ask you to dance, buy you a drink, and treat you like a lady. If you don't want to be bothered just tell them that you're not interested. Besides it cost them a bundle to get in here tonight."

We continued to dance off and on for the next hour or so. The four of us just switched around and had a good time. It was interesting just dancing with women.

When the band took a break, one of the waitresses walked up with another bottle of wine, a very expensive one, and offered it to Dana. Dana looked at the waitress and said, "I didn't order that."

"No ma'am.", she said pointing toward the bar, "It's from the gentleman over there."

We looked at the bar and a very hansom, middle aged, gentleman lifted his glass. Dana whispered to Michelle, "Should I accept it?"

"If you do, he'll expect a dance or two, and conversation.", she whispered back.

Dana looked at me. I had a bad feeling about this, but I said, "It's up to you sweetheart."

Dana thought for a few seconds, looked at the man, offered her glass to the waitress, and she filled Dana's glass. Dana sipped the wine and lifted her glass to the man. I saw him smile at her and start walking toward us. I could also feel something inside me not liking this at all.

As he walked up, he looked at Dana and said, "Hello. I'm Ben. Ben Peterson. I've been watching you and just had to see if you'd have a dance with me."

Dana looked up at him and said, "You do know that I'm not what I appear to be?"

"Yes my dear. I do."

"As long as you know. And, thank you for the bottle of wine."

"It's my pleasure."

Just then the band was back from their break. Mr. Peterson offered his hand to Dana, and said, "Care to join me on the dance floor."

Dana looked at me. I raised one eyebrow, as I wasn't sure about this. But, she took his hand, stood, and followed him to the dance floor. I think Joan saw the concern on my face, as she said, "She'll be fine. Michelle has done this and still does. I think it's part of feeling feminine, dancing with a real guy."

"I just don't feel good about it.", I replied.

"Nothing will happen. We'll keep an eye on her."

We watched as Dana danced with Mr. Peterson. Not one dance or two, but three. He was doing most of the talking. After the third dance they walked over to the bar and he bought her a drink, and then a second. They stood there for a long time talking. I looked away for a second, then I heard Michelle say, "Oh my God!"

"What!?", I asked.

"Dana just slapped him and it was hard."

I looked over and saw Dana running toward us and she was crying. I got up and met her. Her arms wrapped around me and I held her. Finally I whispered, "Honey. What happened?"

"He came onto me big time. I told him that I didn't do the things he wanted me to do. But, he kept pushing. When he tried to kiss me, I slapped him."

Michelle and Joan had overheard the whole thing. Joan helped me take Dana to the ladies' room, and the last I saw of Michelle she was heading toward the bar.

Fifteen minutes later we had Dana calmed down and Michelle had joined us in the restroom. I asked her, "Where did you go?"

"I had to do something about that guy.", Michelle replied.

"What did you do!?"

"I found a couple members of the committee that hosts this thing, told them what had happened, and we confronted the guy. The cop that's doing security was with us."

"So, what happened?"

"The cop said that we couldn't do anything unless Dana wanted to press charges for assault. But, the committee did ban this guy from the event for life. They took his picture, got his real name, and told him that the information was going to be passed around to other transgendered events.

"Then the guy got upset and said what about the others. We asked what others? And, he said that about eight other guys had drawn straws to see who'd get the first shot at Dana and that he'd won.

"He pointed out the group of guys and the cop talked to them and asked them all to leave."

"They . . . They drew straws?", Dana asked.

"They did. The committee chairwoman told me that they had never had this problem before and she was thinking of banning all the admirers from the event."

"He . . . He was so nice. He told me about himself. How nice I looked and smelled.. I . . . I feel used." And, the tears started again.

"Honey.", I said, "It'll be all right. You're with friends. We won't let anything happen to you."

Michelle actually held her until she calmed down. Just then the committee chairwoman and one of the committee members walked into the restroom. They looked at Dana and the chairwoman said, "Dana, my dear. I'm so sorry that this happened to you. Is there anything we can do?"

"No.", Dana said, "I'll be fine as long as he's gone."

"He is and he won't be back."

"Good."

The committee member said, "Some of these guys think they can get away with anything because the girls won't press charges because they're afraid of outing themselves. So, they push it as far as they can. We really are sorry that this happened and we would really love to have you come back next year. So, we want you and your partner to come back next year as our guest, hotel room and all."

"I don't now right now. I'm still shaking, but everyone is being so nice."

"Honey.", I said, "Why don't we go back out and pick up where we left off. It just might help you."

"It might."

Dana rinsed off her face, fixed her makeup, and walked back out into the ball room with an entourage. It amazed me how many people smiled at her, said nice things, and were just supportive.

We went back to our table. One of the waitresses came over and asked if she could get us anything. Dana looked at the bottle of wine that the guy had bought her and said, "First thing. Get rid of that bottle. And, please bring us another one."

"Yes ma'am.", the waitress said as she picked up the bottle and walked away.

The chairwoman said, "The new bottle is on us. Please stay and enjoy the rest of the dance?"

"If I can stop shaking, we might.", Dana said

"Just let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you."

We sat there for a while sipping wine. I finally asked Dana, "Would you like to dance?"

"Yes.", she said, "But, would you mind if I danced with Michelle first?"

"Of course not honey."

Dana got up, offered her hand to Michelle, and they walked to the dance floor hand in hand. As they danced, I could tell that they were having a deep conversation. Joan said, "It looks like our two girls are discussing their feelings about this."

"It does. Maybe she'll share everything with me later."

"Don't be surprised if she doesn't."

"Why?"

"Michelle has had some things happen to her. I know a little bit about them, but she's never told me everything."

"Really?"

"I don't know why. It hurt at first that she wouldn't share. But, I've learned that there are just some things that she won't share."

Dana and Michelle danced two dances, then they came back to the table. Dana offered me her hand, and led me to the dance floor. As we danced, I asked her if she and Michelle had a nice chat. She said, "I just needed to talk to her and it helped a lot."

"Care to share?"

"Maybe some day." And, she held me closer.

We danced two dances and then went back to our table. There was another bottle of wine on the table. I know neither Dana nor I had ever had this much to drink before, but I think it helped her relax. We stayed until the last song, and yes it was "Auld Lang Sine" and we sang along. The committee chairwoman got up on stage and thanked everyone for coming, and asked everyone to come to the farewell brunch on Sunday morning.

The past few days we had met some wonderful people. Michelle and Joan for sure, but many others. And, I actually did feel sorry for Tanya. She was nice, but had made a wrong decision. Both Dana and I wanted to stay in touch with Michelle and Joan, so we exchanged addresses, phone numbers, and e-mail addresses. We found that we only lived about an hour from each other. Then we agreed to meet for brunch the next morning.

The four of us walked to the elevators together and rode up to our rooms, they got off two floors before we did.

As we walked into our room, I said, "Honey. I'm so sorry about tonight."

She turned around, looked at me, wrapped her arms around my neck, looked me in the eyes, and said, "Don't be sorry, I had fun with you, Joan, and Michelle. That guy was a major jerk and won't be back. I also found out that I've got some really great friends and an even more fantastic wife. But, I've got to get these shoes off."

She walked over to the bed, sat down, and took off her shoes. Then she rubbed her feet like they really hurt.

"I was wondering if you were going to make the whole night in those shoes. And, wife, not a girlfriend?"

She looked at me, grinned, and said, "I wondered myself about the shoes. But, like you told me, if you like them you get use to them. And, you're not just a girlfriend, you're my best girlfriend."

She got up off the bed and started to undress, so did I. I was down to my panties when I looked over at her, and she was down to hers. I don't know if it was the wine, or the lust for her that I'd been feeling all weekend, or the combination of the two. I walked over behind her, held her by the shoulders, and kissed her on the neck.

She laid her head back on my shoulder, and I continued kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. I could tell by the noises she was making that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I ran my hands slowly up and down her arms. Then my hands went to her breasts. I knew she couldn't feel what I was doing to the forms, but I did it anyway. I could feel her breathing getting deeper and slower.

She turned around, our lips met, and her hands found my breasts. Those long nails of hers were driving me crazy. And, it wasn't long until she had my panties off and I had hers off. Our hands and lips then went to other places.

I finally took her hand and led her over to the bed. I reached up, took off her glasses, and set them on the night stand. Our lips met again, and we fell on the bed. She lay on her back, looking up at me, and I started enjoying her body. I knew that she couldn't feel what I was doing to her breasts, but I could. David never made noises like Dana was making and it made me want to do more. Finally she pushed me onto my back and returned the love.

I lay there with my eyes closed just enjoying Dana's touches and kisses. They were so soft and sensual. David has always been a great lover and able to excite me. But, tonight Dana made it special. Very special.

When I couldn't take it any longer, I took charge, and was on top. I wanted to be able to look down on her pretty face and feel her inside me.

Somehow her wig had stayed on through this. Afterwards we lay there naked, just holding each other and fell asleep.

Sunday morning we were up just in time to get dressed and head down for brunch. As usual we were a little late, and Joan and Michelle had gotten there before we did. As we sat down Michelle grinned and said, "What have you two been up too? You're both glowing."

I knew I was blushing and when I looked at Dana, so was she and she wouldn't look at Michelle. Then Michelle added, "I bet I know. You two didn't sleep much last night did you?"

I looked at Michelle, grinned, and said, "So, what if we didn't get much sleep. We were here to enjoy ourselves this weekend and we did."

Joan looked at Michelle and said, "Leave 'em alone. At least they're honest about it."

We sat and ate brunch and talked about the fun times we'd had this weekend. It was tearful as we said goodbye, but we promised to keep in touch. I knew that Dana and Michelle would. Dana had found a real friend.

It was quiet as we finished packing and taking our things to the car. I think both of us were thinking over the events of the weekend. Dana asked me to drive and she was very quiet on the first part of the drive. I finally asked, "Honey. What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing.", was her first reply.

"Honey. I know better. What?"

"Just the past weekend."

"What about it?"

"Just some of the things that happened."

"Good things or bad things?"

"Both."

"You need to put the bad things out of your mind and concentrate on the good."

"I know."

She was quiet for another five or ten minutes. Then she asked, "What happened between us last night?"

"We made love."

"Who made love? You and David, or you and Dana."

"Aren't you both Dana and David?"

"Yes. But, who were you making love to?"

"You."

"Dana me or David me?"

"Both."

"But, you seemed so different."

"Different?"

"There was something different about the way we made love. You were different. Your touches were softer. Your kisses were softer. And, when we consummated our love making, you took charge and it was very soft and sensual."

"You were different too. Your kisses and touches were also softer. It was like Dana was making love to me. And, I had a feeling that you wanted me to take charge, so I did."

"I felt feminine, or at least how I think feminine would feel, and you drove me crazy. Who were you really making love to?"

"Dana."

"Why Dana?"

"Because it was who you were."

"Are you a lesbian?"

"A lesbian?"

"Yea."

"No. I've never felt anything toward a girl except for Dana. And, that's only because she's really David. And, they both turn me on."

"Dana turns you on?"

"You'd better believe it love. She's a very pretty, very sexy, girl. There's just something about her that makes me want her."

"So, you wanted her all weekend?"

"Actually I've wanted her for a long time."

"Why did it take you so long.?"

"I really wasn't sure on how to approach it or how you'd take it. But, last night, after you were hurt by that guy and then watching you undress, I just couldn't keep my hands off of you. You were receptive right away and we became lovers."

"So, Dana could be your lover?"

"No. Dana is my lover, if she wants to be. As is David."

Dana sat there quietly for another few minutes, then she looked over at me and said, "You know, Dana is your lover as much as David is."

I glanced over at her, smiled, and said, "I'm glad. Because I love both of them."

I felt something change between us right then and there. It was like the clouds had parted and the sun was shining. I'm not saying that there were problems between us, but it was like something new had begun. Dana became chatty and we talked about the weekend. Meeting Michelle, Joan, Tanya, and others. The fun she had doing the fashion show. Looking at wedding dresses. She never did bring up the guy at the dance, but she talked about the fun she had dancing with me and Michelle.

About five miles from home, I glanced over and noticed her nails, then said, "We need to stop somewhere and get something to remove your nails."

She looked at her nails and kind of quietly said, "Do we have to?"

"Yes, love. David has to go to work tomorrow and I think you're going to have enough to do explaining your eyebrows."

"I guess you're right. Besides I really do have to come down off this high."

"A high?"

"It has just felt so good being Dana full time this weekend that I really don't want it to end."

"Just remember. Those feelings will come back the next time Dana does."

"I know and I'll have my memories of this weekend until then."

I pulled into a local strip mall that has a large drug store. I knew that they'd have what we needed to remove Dana's acrylic nails. As I parked, I said, "I'll run in and get what we need."

"No. I'll go in. Just tell me what to get."

"You'll go in?"

"Sure. It's for me, isn't it?"

I told her that all she would need was a bottle of nail polish remover that had acetone in it. A big bottle.

She got out of the car and walked into the drug store just like she did it all the time. I think my girl is finally comfortable with her feminine side. I smiled to myself.

She was gone for what I thought was longer then necessary, and when she came out of the store she was carrying a bag and had a very big grin on her face.

As she got in the car I asked, "What took so long?"

"I was just looking at makeup.", she said.

I smiled at her, shook my head, and said, "Just like a girl."

She looked at me, and said, "That's what the clerk though too."

"What do you mean?"

"As I was checking out, I dropped something and had to bend over to pick it up and I'd forgotten that this blouse shows off my cleavage like it does. When I stood up, he was staring at my chest, I looked at him, he looked at me, I smiled, he blushed and couldn't talk straight."

I said, "You little tease, you are such a little tramp. You shouldn't entice the boys that way."

"I didn't try to."

"Oh really. I guess you need some more girl lessons."

"On what?"

"How a girl should pick things up."

After we were home and had the car unloaded, I fixed us a light supper. Afterwards we unpacked and put our things away. I glanced over at Dana. She was looking at her evening gown as she was carefully hanging it up. I said, "Want to wear it again?

She looked at me and said, "I can't. Everyone has seen it."

"Not around here."

After we'd put everything away, Dana completely undressed. I guess our talk about modesty had sunk in, as she put on a short satin robe. I watched as she sat at my dressing table and started to remove her makeup. She carefully removed her wig and placed it on the foam head. Then she carefully removed all of her makeup and moisturized her face. I was starting to see my David coming back. Her breast forms were next. She slipped the robe off her shoulder and it fell down around her waist. She carefully used the remover to break the adhesive, and once she had them off, she carefully cleaned them and put them away. Then he cleaned his chest and moisturized it, took off the wig cap, and brushed out his hair. I was seeing my David again, his eyebrows were still feminine and so were his hands.

I could hear a little bit of sadness in his voice as he asked, "How do we remove the nails?"

"Lets go down to the kitchen and I'll help you."

He went to the kitchen and I stopped in the bathroom to grab a few things that we'd need. As I walked into the kitchen, I could tell he was a little sad, so I said, "Lover. Don't be sad. Dana will be back sooner then you know."

"I know.", he said, "But, this weekend was so much fun I don't want it to end."

"It was fun. But, just think how much fun it'll be to bring her back."

He looked up at me, smiled, and said, "You are nothing but wonderful."

We spent a good half-an-hour removing the acrylic nails. After they were off and he had carefully washed his hands, I rubbed a good moisturizer into his hands and used a nail buffer to smooth out his nails. As I was doing this, I said, "You know they make some really good press on nails that look really nice and come off easier than the acrylics."

"I know.", he said, "I was looking at them in the drug store."

The next day when I came home from work, David was already home. The dinner he was making smelled wonderful, and as I walk into the kitchen he was cooking up a storm. I said, "Something smells good in here."

He turned, smiled, and said, "I hope it tastes as good."

"It will. How did it go at work today?"

"All right."

"No comments about the eyebrows?"

"A few. More from the girls, then from the guys."

"Really! So, what did you tell them?"

"I used the party in drag thing."

"And they bought it?"

"Hook, line, and sinker. In fact, you remember Maureen?"

"Yea, the one that's really straight laced and hardly talks to anyone."

"Well she cornered me in the break room, and told me that she hated bushy eyebrows on guys and that more guys should take care of their looks. And, are you ready for this, that more guys should show their feminine side. She even asked me if I enjoyed going to the party in drag. I had to lie and tell her that it was all right, but that I'd never do it again."

"Is it a lie?"

He turned and looked at me. I was smiling at him. He smiled, and said, "I think you know it is."

"So, no one gave you a hard time?"

"John, being John, gave me a big hard time. But, I think it was just in fun."

"Are you going to keep them like this?"

"Maybe not as severe, but I'm going to keep them nice."

That night I found out that David was back. Boy was he back! As we laid cuddled together afterwards, he asked, "Well is David a better lover?"

"Then who?", I asked.

"Dana."

"Oh her."

"Yea."

"You're both fantastic lovers in your own way. It wouldn't be fair to compare the two of you. But, I'll tell you one thing I like it better with David. I can play with real nipples."

We both slept very soundly that night.

Friday brought Dana back, and she was looking hot as usual. She was in one of her cute shorts outfits, showing off those long, sexy, legs of hers. She'd done her nails and her makeup was perfect. I've decided that Dana is one of those girls that just loves to look nice no matter what she doing.

I wanted to try and take her out tonight, but we were having some nasty thunderstorms and it was just better to cuddle together and enjoy a nice glass of wine.

As we were cuddled together, I asked her, "Have you ever listened to that CD?"

"CD?", she asked.

"The one on voice training."

"I've started to."

"Think you can do it?"

"I'd love to be able to be able to talk like a woman. So, I'm going to try. But, it's going to take some time."

We sat there a little longer, and Dana asked, "Did Joan tell you that Michelle was bi?"

"Bi?"

"Bisexual."

"No. She didn't. How did you find out?"

"Michelle told me when she and I were dancing after my run in with that guy. I guess that she'd always fantasized about making love to a guy when she was Michelle. One day she had the chance, took it, liked it, and has done it a number of times since."

"So, she like guys?"

"Only when she's Michelle?"

"And, she's done things with guys?"

"Yea. As she put it, 'I've done everything that girls like us can do with a guy.'"

"And, Joan knows and goes along with it?"

"From what she said, Joan knows, understands, and accepts it. They've got a very open marriage."

"I guess. You're not interested in guys. Are you?"

"No. I love women. So, I guess I'm a lesbian when I'm Dana."

"What other interesting things did Michelle tell you?"

"That guy that hit on me, Ben whatever?"

"Peterson."

"Yea him. I guess that if he had found out that I was interested in guys that he was supposed to tell me that there were others that were also interested in having 'fun' with me and they were willing to pay for it. That's why he was pushing so hard."

I sat back, looked at her, and stammered, "That's . . . that's soliciting prostitution."

"I know and the cop wanted to arrest him. But, Michelle and the committee people talked the cop out of it. They knew that I'd have to testify and that it would out me big time."

I just sat there getting madder and madder, and I guess it showed. If there was anyway that I could do it, I wanted a piece of that guy.

Finally Dana said, "Honey. There's no way that I'd do that. I only like girls."

"I know. But, he had no right to do that. That was supposed to be a fun time."

"It was a fun time. I was there with you and that was fun. Now, like you told me, remember the fun times and forget the bad." And, she held me closer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6

A different Dana.

  

Over the next few months, Dana was around about as much as she was before we went to the event, and always looked fantastic. It was hard to tell, and most people wouldn't be able to tell, that there was really a guy in there somewhere. His mastery of being feminine was amazing. He had let his eyebrows fill back in a little, but still kept them very neat. And, allowed his hair to grow.

It was also interesting to listen to him work on a feminine voice. There were times that he would be softly singing while he did chores. He would do vocal exercises on a regular basis. He would also work of the other aspects of talking like a woman, grammar, body English, vocabulary, and so on.

He and Michelle, whose real name is Mike, also talked and e-mailed on a regular basis. I also talked in the same way with Joan, and it was interesting comparing notes on our two girls. Michelle was out and about a lot, where Dana was almost a home body. We had gone out a couple of times as girlfriends, but it was nothing spectacular. Just a trip or two the mall early in the morning, and a drive to the park and a walk.

One day I heard a woman singing somewhere in the house, and I followed the singing to its source. It was David. I stopped in the doorway and just listened for awhile. He sounded very nice. It had taken him about five months to do this, and he was very happy with himself.

Finding his feminine voice changed things. It was like she had really found herself and was ready to be Dana. We started going out more as Beth and Dana. Doing things that David and I usually did, like grocery shopping and going to the mall. Actually it was more fun going to the mall with Dana then with David. She loved to look at clothes, lingerie, shoes, jewelry, anything feminine.

Dana also started to be around in the bedroom a little more, and I won't get into details. But, it added a lot to our love making.

One day David and I were sitting having dinner, and he asked, "Would you mind if I went to a support group meeting with Michelle?"

"No.", I replied, "Can I came too?"

"I'd . . . I'd like to do it myself this time if you don't mind?"

I was hurt, but I said, "I guess not. Maybe you just need to see if you can do this by yourself don't you?"

"Yea. I'd like to."

"It's all right. I guess Dana needs to fly solo."

"Do you mind if I spend the night? It is a two-hour drive each way."

I sat there and just looked at him for a couple of seconds, and I guess the look on my face said what I was thinking, 'Go out alone as Dana and spent a night without me. I don't like it. But, . . . '

He finally said, "Never mind. I'll just drive over and back. The girls go out after the meetings, so it'll be really late before I get back."

"I guess it's not good for a pretty girl to be out on the streets alone after dark. So, just stay. But, it'll cost you when you get back."

I saw his face light up, as he said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. But, it's really going to cost you."

"Anything you want. You can have."

As I got up to clear the table, I thought, 'Be careful what you say.'

A week later, on Saturday, Dana spent a good part of the day getting ready to go to the support group meeting. And, as usual she was looking very good. She had chosen a very nice gray suit with a knee length pleated side-zip skirt, and a very pretty white blouse to wear under the jacket. The black over calf boots with a two and a half inch heel looked really sharp with the suit. Her purse was a black over the shoulder bag. The triple strand of pearls around her neck just said, 'I'm a girl.' She looked like an executive going to her high paid job.

Her nails were perfect, even though they were where press ons and not acrylics. She wore a pair of large hoop earrings. She had added a few rings to her fingers. But, I also noticed that she had removed her wedding band. A woman's watch, that we had gotten on a one of our trips to the mall. And, her perfume was just perfect for her.

As she was getting ready to walk out the door, I looked at her, and said, "Very nice."

"Thanks.", she said.

I could tell she was nervous, as she was usually a chatter box, but right now she was very quiet. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and said, "I'll miss you. Drive carefully."

"I will. And, I'll miss you too."

I watched as she walked out to David's car and got in just like a girl would. She started the car, backed out of the driveway, waved, and drove down the street.

I felt . . . Well. I don't know how I really felt. Maybe it was like a mother feels when her child leaves home. Maybe it was like I lost something. Maybe . . .

I went to the den to check the computer to see if Joan was on-line, but she wasn't. So, I just sat, and tried to read for awhile to get my mind off of Dana being gone. It didn't work. So, I just sat there staring out the window.

About an hour after Dana had left, I heard the familiar beep from the computer telling me that I had an instant message. I walked over to the computer and it was an instant message from Joan. And, it said, "Are you there?"

I sat down and typed, "Yes."

"Michelle just left for the support group meeting."

"She left you home?"

"Yes. I take it Dana left you home too?"

"Yes. And, I feel kind of weird about it."

"I know. It 's the first time that Michelle has gone without me. And, she's staying the night."

"Isn't the meeting close to you?"

"Yes. She said something about some of the girls going out afterwards and it being too late to drive home."

"Dana's staying the night too."

"I'm going to call you."

"OK."

A minute later the phone rang, and I answered it, "Joan?"

"Yea honey. It's me?", Joan replied.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know. But, Michelle has done this a couple of times before."

"Why?"

"It was when she had a couple of meetings with guys."

"Oh." I sat there thinking, 'What's going on. Was Dana meeting some guy?'

"Honey. Are you all right?"

"I'm not sure."

"I'm not saying that's what's happening. It just has in the past."

"I know. But, this isn't like Dana."

"Maybe since this is Dana's first meeting, they're going to party with some of the girls afterwards and they just didn't want to drive afterwards."

"Maybe. But, why didn't they just say that?"

"I don't know. Michelle is secretive sometimes."

"But, Dana never has been."

"Michelle did leave here as Mike, but took Michelle's things with her. Saying that she didn't have time to change here and would do it at the motel. It's the first time she's ever done that."

"Kind of strange."

"Honey. Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

"Maybe. I just don't like being kept in the dark."

"I know. It's hard. They should be up front with us."

"I guess I'm being a little paranoid."

"They'll fill us in when they get home tomorrow."

"I hope."

"They will."

"I'm glad we talked."

"Me too. Call me and let me know what Dana tells you?"

"I will. Love you. Talk to you later."

"Love you too. Bye."

"Bye."

And, we hung up.

My mind was going in so many directions. What was Dana hiding from me? Why was she hiding it? Was she really hiding something? I didn't sleep at all that night.

The following morning I just sat in the kitchen. It was about ten o'clock when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I watched through the window as Dana got out of the car, and I couldn't tell anything from the look on her face. I met her at the door. She gave me a nice kiss, then hugged me, and whispered, "I love you and I missed you."

"I missed you too.", I said, "So, how was the meeting?"

"It was great. They're a great bunch of people."

"How was the party afterwards?"

"That was great too. We closed the bar at two."

"Did you share a room with Michelle?"

"Ah . . . Michelle. Ah . . . "

"What's going on!?"

I saw the tears well up in her eyes, and then she told me everything that had happened.

Over the past few weeks, Michelle had talked Dana into going to the support group meeting and staying the night because they always went out afterwards to party with the new girls. She'd also talked Dana into getting me to stay home on the pretext that the party after the meeting was just for the girls, as she wanted to have a girl's night out.

Everything started out great. The meeting was very interesting, and everyone was fantastic. Afterwards they did go to a bar with a few of the girls. The bar was the kind that was friendly to the girls. They did drink, Dana more than Michelle. Both Dana and Michelle got hit on by a couple of guys, they danced with them, drank with them, and flirted with them. He admitted to me that it was fun flirting with them.

Then Dana told me that something began to feel really wrong, like these guys wanted more then just company at the bar, and it started to get scarey. Luckily when the girls excused themselves to use the restroom, they were able to get out of the bar by the back door.

When they got back to the motel things got strange. They started to laugh and giggle about what went on in the bar. Michelle became very forward and kissed her. Not a friendly kiss, but a deep, passionate kiss. Dana said she wasn't sure if it was the liquor or what, but there was just something about having Michelle come onto her. She accepted Michelle's advances. After a while Michelle undressed and became Mike. Mike then became very forward and went on to seduce her, and for some reason things felt right. She admitted that they did things that she never thought she could do.

Through this whole confession the tears were just running down her cheeks. When she was done, I just sat and looked at her for a couple of minutes. Then, without a word, I went and locked myself in the bedroom.

It took her awhile to come and knock on the door. All I said was, "Leave me alone."

I finally calmed down enough to call Joan and tell her what Dana had told me. As she hung up the phone, I could hear her start yelling at Mike.

I spent the rest of the day in the bedroom. What Dana did, I really didn't care.

When I came out of the bedroom, Dana was sitting at the kitchen table still crying. She looked up at me, and started to say, "Honey. I'm so sorry. Please . . ."

I interrupted her with, "Don't say you're sorry. If you cared, it wouldn't have happened. Go change. I don't ever want to see Dana again."

David had just come back into the kitchen and I had fixed myself something to eat when the phone rang, and it was Joan. She told me that she and Mike had a big fight, and she threw him out of the house. She told me that she had told him that he'd probably just cost them a great pair of friends. I told her that I never wanted to see Mike again. Her yes, him no.

She told me not to worry. That she was thinking of a divorce after this last trick of his. I looked at David, and said, "Why don't you go live with Mike. Joan just threw him out of the house."

The look on David's face said volumes. It was one of panic. I think he was thinking that I was going to do the same to him, and I probably should have. But, I said, "Move your stuff into the spare room. That's where your sleeping from now on."

I noticed that the tears became heavier as he buried his face in his hands.

Joan and I continued to talk for a few more minutes. Then as I hung up, I said to David, "Your actions may not have only ended a good friendship, but two marriages."

He looked at me and shook his head no, as he said, "No pleased. I love you. I don't want to lose you. I'll do anything."

'Anything.', I thought, 'I bet.' So, I said, "First get your stuff moved into the spare room. I won't promise anything. But, right now I don't want you in my bed. And, do it now."

I spent the night alone, but I didn't sleep much for the second night in a row. I was thinking of how to handle this. Divorce him, get a separation, or what.

The following morning, I heard David get up and start to get ready for work. I knew that he had to be at work early this morning. I just laid in bed and listened. About forty-five minutes later there was a light tap on the bedroom door, and I said, "What?"

"I'm going.", David said.

"So, go."

"Honey. I really am sorry."

"It may be too late for that."

I heard him leave. So, I got up, and decided to call off sick from work. I needed time to think. I spent the morning just wandering around the house, doing little things, and thinking. The doorbell rang at about eleven. When I answered the door there was a delivery person standing there with a vase containing what looked to be a dozen long steam red roses, and he asked, "Are you Mrs. MacMillan?"

I answered, "Yes."

As he handed me the vase of flowers, he said, "These are for you."

I took it, and said, "Thank you."

As I closed the door, I was thinking, 'He thinks he can buy his way back in with flowers.'

I took them in the kitchen and set them on the table. Fixed a cup of tea, and just looked at the flowers and envelope attached to it.

I finally took the envelope off the flowers, opened it, removed the card, and read it. David had written, 'Beth, I am so very sorry. I never ever meant something like this to happen, and I would do anything to undo it. I love you very much. Please forgive me. David.'

I read it again, and it was my time to cry. I sat down at the table, stared at the flowers, and thought, 'He can be so sweet. But, why with a guy? Just what the hell am I going to do.'

Just after noon the doorbell rang again. This time when I opened it Joan was standing there. We just looked at each other. I hope I didn't look as bad as she did. I finally said, "Hi."

She replied with a simple "Hi."

Then we hugged and both started crying. Finally I said, "Come on in."

We walked into the house and to the kitchen. Joan saw the flowers on the table, and asked, "From David?"

"Yea."

She walked over, picked up the card, read it, and said, "He is sweet. Isn't he?"

"He can be."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I've thrown him out of our bedroom, but don't know what else to do. How about you?"

"I just came from my lawyers."

"Oh no!"

"I want a trial separation. Maybe we can work this out. But, after what he's done to you guys. I just don't know."

Joan started crying again. I walked over to her and we hugged again.

I fixed us some lunch, and we just talked for another hour.

As she was leaving, we hugged and shared a friendly kiss. She then said, "I'm so sorry about what Mike did. I hope this doesn't hurt our friendship."

I smiled, and said, "No. I don't think it will."

As she walked to her car, she turned, and said, "Call me?"

"I will.", I replied.

David was home around four. Usually if I was home, I'd meet him at the door. Today, I stayed in the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen, and said, "Hi."

I didn't turn around, but did say, "Hi."

"I see the flowers arrived."

"Yep."

I finally turned around and looked at him. I've never seen him look this way, it was like he'd lost his last friend. And, he almost has. He looked at me, and in almost a whisper said, "I'm so sorry."

"You keep saying that. You're going to have to prove it."

"How?"

"I don't know. Maybe you need to figure that out."

"Please help me?"

"Mike's the one that needs help. Joan stopped by and told me that she's filing for a separation."

I saw tears well up in his eyes as he said, "A separation?"

"And, maybe a divorce."

He walked over to the table, sat down, and buried his face in his hands. He finally looked up at me, and asked, "Is that where we're headed?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"Please. Please. Give me another chance."

"I really don't know. You had an affair behind my back. With a guy. You even told me that you didn't like guys. Maybe I need to have an affair. I think Joan might be interested."

His eyes got big, and he asked, "Joan's bi?"

"Yea."

"You two haven't . . . ?"

"Not yet. But, it could happen, and if it does it'll be right here in my own bed, with you in the next room."

The look on his face told me that he was confused and frightened at the same time. I'd never had lesbian tendencies, and I had told him so a long time ago. I knew I was drawn to Dana, but that was because it was really David, and Joan had never told me what her sexual preferences were. So I figured she was heterosexual.

"You . . . You wouldn't?"

"I'm considering it. It might be fun. I'd had a thing with Dana and I loved it. It might just be better with a real girl. Maybe I am bi or a lesbian."

He just sat there shaking his head.

Later that evening I called Joan and told her what had gone on when David came home. When I told her about threatening to have a tryst with her, she laughed.

The next day at work, while I was having lunch, my cell phone rang. The caller id told me it was Joan. So, I answered it, "Hi girlfriend."

"Hi. Things any better this morning?"

"I just stayed in the bedroom until he left. How about you?"

"Not really. It's strange around the house without Mike or Michelle."

"You're not going to back down are you?"

"No way. He's going to pay for this bit of playing. Especially for what he did to you guys."

"Good girl."

"Have you figured out what you're going to do with David yet?"

"Not yet. I'm trying to get him to figure out what to do. But, I think the idea of you and me having a tryst really got him thinking."

"Think he will ever figure it out."

"I hope so."

"Are . . . Are you interested?"

"Interested in what?"

"You and me?"

"Getting together."

"Uh huh."

"Ah . . . I . . . Well. No. I've never though about it. I . . . I didn't know you were built that way."

"I've had a couple affairs with girls, but haven't since Michelle's been around. Never mind. Forget I said anything. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's okay. I've just never felt anything for girls except for Dana."

"Don't worry about it honey. I don't want to do anything to hurt our relationship."

"Asking never hurts. And, asking won't hurt our relationship."

"I'm glad."

We talked for another few minutes, and then I had to get back to work. The rest of the day what Joan had said kept popping up in my mind. Why?

As I was leaving work, my cell phone rang. It was David. So, I answered with a short, "What!"

"I'm sorry to bother you.", David said, "But, would you like to meet me for dinner."

"Why?"

"Because I want to take you out."

"I guess. Where?"

"Your choice."

"How about Papa Emideo's?"

"Sure. In about half an hour?"

As we sat eating, we didn't say much to each other until David said, "I'm going to get rid of all of Dana's things."

"What!?", I said.

"I think she started this whole thing and she's got to go."

"David. You know the dressing won't stop. We've talked about this. Throwing out the clothes doesn't stop the want to dress."

"I know. But, I've got to do something."

"I don't think that's it."

"But, I have to do something. I don't want to lose you."

I sat there and just looked at him, and thought, 'Is he really trying to make amends for his mistake? Is he really worried about losing me?'

Then he asked, "Are you and Joan going to . . . ?"

"Are Joan and I going to what?", I asked.

"You know. Going to get together."

"I don't know. Why?"

"I know how you were with Dana and I don't want to lose you to Joan."

"So, you think I'm a lesbian."

"No. Not really. But, I think you might lean that way."

"I'm bi?"

"Maybe."

"I guess I just might have to find out."

He just looked at me and shook his head. I could see in his eyes that he was about ready to give up. I wasn't sure how much further I could push before he really did give up on us. And, I was beginning to feel that it was time to forgive.

We drove home separately, and when he didn't pull in the drive right behind me I began to wonder where he was. After ten minutes he still wasn't home and I started to worry. I called his cell number and he answered after three rings, and I asked, "Where are you?"

"Sitting down by the river."

"Why?"

"I just wanted to think."

"Please come on home."

He was home a few minutes later. As he walked in the door, I was waiting for him. I didn't kiss him, but I took his hand and led him to the sofa in the living room. He sat and I stood.

I started with, "David. You really hurt me. I understand that it was something that just happened and that you may have been set up. But, you should have had more self control."

"I know.", he said, "I feel like shit. I let things happen that never should have happened. I can't lose you."

"What do you think we should do?"

"You're right about Dana's things. Getting rid of them won't help. I just really don't know what else to do."

After he said that, the tears started.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I sat down next to him, put my arm around him, and said, "David. Yes. I'm hurt. I'm not going to leave you or kick you out of the house. But, it's going to take some time for me to get over being hurt this way. I'm not sure if I ever want to see Dana again. I know I never want to see Mike or Michelle again."

"Me either.", he whispered.

I saw a little twinkle in his eyes when I said, "Honey. Realize that I still love you or we wouldn't be sitting here right now."

Over the next couple of weeks things got back to normal between us. We talked a lot. We agreed to be very open with each other and that he had to do some penance. And, I let him back into our bedroom.

The penance we agreed to was actually easy. He had to do additional housework, serve me breakfast in bed on Sundays for a month, and bring me flowers on a regular basis.

One day before his first Sunday of penance, I was doing some web surfing and ran across a very interesting site and it gave me an idea. I ordered some things and hoped that they'd arrive before Sunday, but figured that was wishful thinking.

The first Sunday I had almost forgotten about being served breakfast in bed. I started getting up, but smelled David cooking, and remembered. I was sitting up in bed when he brought the tray in. He had made a wonderful meal, then sat wit me, and we talked while I ate.

He kept his word and did the additional housework and we always had flowers in the house.

The following week, the items that I had ordered arrived. I opened the package and examined everything, and thought, 'This is going to be fun.' I didn't want David having these things until Saturday, so I hid everything.

On Saturday, David had some research to do at the college library and was gone for about four hours. This gave me more than enough time to get everything out of hiding.

As we were finishing dinner, I said, "Honey. I've decided to change your penance a little. Do you mind?"

"Change it how?", he asked.

"Go look in the spare room and you'll see."

He sat there and just looked at me. Finally I said, "Go on."

He slowly got up and started walking out of the kitchen, but stopped, turned, and looked at me.

"Go on.", I said.

He turned and walked out of the kitchen.

He was gone about ten minutes and looked at me in a puzzled way when he got back.

I asked, "What's wrong?"

"You . . . You want Dana back?", he asked, "You said that you never wanted to see her again."

"I know. But, she can come back on my terms."

"What's that?"

"To start with, as my maid on Sundays."

"Every Sunday?"

"Just the remaining ones that you're serving me breakfast in bed."

"All day?"

"All day. From the time you get up, until you go to bed."

"In that outfit? Starting tomorrow?"

"Yes."

On Sunday morning David was up early, very early. I laid in bed and just listened. I heard him take a shower and spend a long time with the hair dryer. I figured he was trying to do something with his hair.

I heard him walk from the bathroom to the spare room, and he was fairly quiet in there. A while later I heard the click of high heels on the wood floor in the hall as he walked to the kitchen.

A little after seven he, or should I say Dana, walked into the bedroom with my breakfast. She looked cute in her maid's outfit. Those long legs of hers in the heels and fishnet stockings looked fantastic. She had left her hair straight. It was down to her shoulders and looked very feminine.

Getting into the role of mistress, I said, "You are supposed to knock first."

"I'm sorry.", she said in her feminine voice.

I smiled to myself, and thought, 'I've missed that voice.' But, with a frown, I said, "That's, I'm sorry Mistress Beth."

"I'm sorry Mistress Beth."

"That's better Dana. A personal maid needs to be respectful."

As she set the try on the bed, she said, "Yes ma'am."

It looked as if he was accepting to my change in his penance. In fact maybe he needed to be Dana again. I knew I missed her. She was going to sit on the bed, but I looked at her, and said, "A maid doesn't sit on her mistresses' bed. She stands there and waits to serve."

"Yes mistress."

I slowly ate my breakfast and she stood there. When I was done, I said, "Dana. Would you please draw me a bath with some nice bath oils. And, while I'm soaking, make the bed, and lay out something for me to wear today. I have some shopping to do, so I'll be going out."

As she picked up the tray, she said, "Yes mistress."

Taking a bath was something that I very seldom did. When I walked into the bathroom, it smelled very nice, and the water temperature was perfect. Dana was with me. I took off my robe and nightgown, handed them to her, and said, "I'll call you when I'm finished."

As she walked out the door, she said, "Yes mistress."

I slipped into the tub and it felt really nice.

What I had purchased for Dana was a sexy French maid's outfit. It was the typical black and white style with a lot of ruffles, a very short skirt, and reveling top. The top was strapless with white puffy half sleeves. It also had a black satin choker and thigh-high fishnet stockings. The shoes were a shiny slack platform sandals with a silver buckle, 1-1/4 inch platform and a 5-inch heel.

I spent a good fifteen minutes soaking in the tub. Then, I called for Dana. It amazed me how quickly she was there, and said, "Yes mistress?"

I said, "Please help me out of the tub."

"Yes mistress."

I couldn't believe her, as I got out of the tub she wrapped a towel around me, and asked, "Can I help mistress dry herself."

"No thank you Dana. Do you have my clothes laid out?"

"Yes mistress."

"Thank you Dana. I'll see you in the kitchen when I'm dressed."

"Yes mistress."

When I walked into the bedroom, I was surprised as to what she had chosen for me to wear. It was just about what I would have chosen.

The rest of the day went by just like the first part. Dana was at my beckon call, and did anything I asked her to do with a, 'Yes mistress.'

That night as I was getting ready for bed, Dana helped me change into a nightgown. Then she asked me, "How does mistress want me to dress for bed."

I thought for a minute. I was having the same feelings for my maid Dana as I did for Dana at the meeting. So, I asked, "Do you have your forms attached?"

"Yes mistress. I had to because of my uniform."

"You can dress for bed as Dana would. If you like."

I saw a smile on her face, as she said, "Yes mistress."

She was back in a few minutes dressed in a sexy baby doll nightgown. Then, as she crawled into bed, she whispered, "What does mistress wish?"

"For us to never have another reason to fight."

"Yes mistress. I feel the same way. What else does mistress wish?"

I looked at her, pushed her down on the bed, and kissed her. I think she knew from my kiss and the way I looked at her what I wanted, and got.

As we laid there afterwards, Dana asked, "Was mistress pleased with me today?"

"Mistress was very pleased. She was also very pleased to have Dana back in her bed.", I replied, "You can stop being my maid for now if you like."

"Thank you. It was fun, but my feet are killing me."

"I was surprised that you kept the shoes on all day."

With a grin, she said, "A maid suffers through anything her mistress wishes her to do."

"Really.", I said with a grin.

We cuddled together and feel asleep.

On Tuesday I was talking to Joan and told her about what David and I had agreed to. When I told her about the maids uniform, she said, "I bet she's really cute in it."

"She is.", I replied, "And, she is a proper maid. You should see her."

"I'd love to."

"Hm. What are you doing for dinner on Sunday?"

"You are so bad."

"I am. But, I want to be fair to David. Let me ask him first."

"You're her mistress. What you say goes."

"I know. But . . . "

"Just tell her that you're having company for dinner on Sunday, and she needs to serve."

"I'll try and see what she says."

On Tuesday as we were eating dinner, I said, "I'm having company for dinner on Sunday and I need Dana to serve."

David's eyes got big, as he said, "Company for dinner. Who?"

"It's a surprise."

"Do I know them?"

I wanted to keep him in suspense, so I said, "I'm not sure."

He looked at me, took a deep breath, and said, "Whatever mistress wishes."

I smiled at him, and said, "Thanks love. I knew you would."

I knew I had him wondering who was coming to dinner, and I was going to keep it that way.

On Sunday we started out just like we had last Sunday. Breakfast in bed and a nice soak in the tub. I could really get use to this. I also needed a pedicure and had Dana do it for me. Then after lunch I went shopping for what Dana needed to cook dinner. I would have loved to have taken her with me, but I figured the maid's uniform wouldn't go over too well.

When I came home, she met me at the garage door and helped me carry everything in. As she was unpacking things, she asked, "Mistress. How many for dinner?"

I replied, "Just two. And, I'd like to have a nice table setting. Flowers and candles."

"Yes mistress."

Dana spent the rest of the afternoon preparing dinner, and it smelled wonderful. She was a great cook. I just relaxed and enjoyed hearing her work in the kitchen. I knew she was a little concerned about who was coming, but she was still singing to herself as she worked.

A little before six, I freshened up and changed into a very nice dress. Then I found Dana in the kitchen, and said, "Dana."

She asked, "Yes mistress?"

"When the company arrives, please show them into the den, then bring us two glasses of wine. And, we'll be eating at seven."

"Ah . . . Ah. Yes mistress."

"Is something wrong Dana?"

"You want me to answer the door mistress?"

"Yes Dana. It's part of a maid's job."

"Yes mistress."

I went into the den and relaxed. Then, a few minutes after six the door bell rang. I heard Dana walk from the kitchen to the front door. Then I heard Joan say, "Oh my god Dana! You are so cute."

"Thank you ma'am.", I heard Dana reply, "Mistress is expecting you and is in the den. Please come with me."

I heard them walk toward the den, and as they walked in, Dana said, "Mistress Beth. Miss Joan is here."

I got up walked over to Joan and gave her a hug and cheek kiss. Then I said to Dana, "Dana. Please bring the wine."

"Yes mistress.", Dana replied.

Dana walked out of the den, and Joan said, "I can't believe how proper she is."

"I know.", I said, "She's surprised me too. She puts on that uniform and becomes a perfect maid."

"And, cute."

"I know."

Dana was back shortly with two glasses on a silver tray, and she properly served Joan and me, then just before she walked out of the den, she asked, "Will there be anything else mistress?"

"No Dana. Thank you."

"Yes mistress. I'll have the appetizers shortly and dinner will be served at seven."

"Thank you Dana."

After she left, Joan said, "Maybe I should have done that with Michelle. But, made it permanent."

"Dana being a maid isn't permanent. It's just part of her penance. What's going on with Mike?"

"I'm going to file for divorce."

"Oh honey. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not. I've found out some more things that he's been up to behind my back. It's so bad that I won't have to mention Dana at all."

"You were going to mention Dana?"

"Only if I had to. And, I would have given you plenty of warning."

"I'm glad. I think something like that would destroy her. So, what are you going to do?"

"I've found a lot of money stashed in various accounts, and my lawyer has frozen it. So, I should be set for a long time if the judge awards it to me, and that shouldn't be a problem." With a smile, she added, "And, I'm also looking for a lover."

Just then Dana walked in with the appetizer. I wasn't sure if she'd heard what Joan had said. I waited until Dana had left before I said, "A lover?"

"I've really had it with guys."

"Are you asking me?"

"I think you know I am."

"I'm flattered. But, I can't. I love David too much. And, I really don't think I'm into girls that way."

"I thought you might say that. It's fine. I just hope we can still be friends. But, don't you love Dana too?"

"Yes."

"So, you do like girls?"

"Girls like Dana."

With a big smile she said, "I see."

We continued to chat for a little while. Then I heard Dana say, "Excuse me mistress."

"What is it Dana?", I asked.

"I'm sorry mistress. But, dinner is ready early."

"That's all right honey."

Joan and I got up and followed Dana into the dinning room. Dana first helped Joan with her chair, then she helped me. The dinner that Dana had prepared for us, all the way from the appetizers to desert, was fantastic.

When Joan and I were back in the den, Dana brought us two more glasses of wine.

We sat there for a minute, then Joan said, "I really can't believe Dana. She's cute, sexy, and can cook."

"I know.", I said, "She just loves doing those things."

"How do you really look at her?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you see her as a real girl, a guy dressed as a girl, or what?"

"Right now I see Dana. I'm not seeing her male side at all."

"So, you're seeing a girl?"

"Yes."

"I'll bet that you enjoy making love to her too?"

"We enjoy our time together."

"Does David really like being Dana?"

"Very much so. I think you saw that at the event."

"I did. And, you love it when he's Dana. Don't you?"

"Yes."

"You two do make a very cute couple."

"Dana and me?"

"Yes. You two look at each other in a way lovers do. Have you ever talked about Dana being around full time?"

"Full time? Like a sex change?"

"I don't think either of you want that. I just think you like girls like Dana. A girl with a boy underneath."

I sat back, looked at Joan, and thought for a minute. Then I said, "I'm not sure. But, maybe that is what I like about Dana. She really looks and acts like a girl, but is a guy. And, . . . it is a turn on."

Joan smiled, then said, "I thought so. You do like girls. But, only certain kinds of girls. I like them that way too, but I also like real girls."

Again, I sat there in thought. Not knowing exactly what I was feeling. But, maybe, just maybe, this is what made me accept Dana like I did. I liked guys that liked to be girls.

Joan stayed until eleven and as we were saying good night, she said. "You two really do make a cute couple."

I went and found Dana in the kitchen, and she was sitting at the table crying. "Honey.", I asked, "What's wrong?"

"You . . . You and Joan are becoming a couple. Aren't you?"

"Oh God. No honey.", I said as I walked over and sat next to her, "Joan is just a friend."

"Really?"

"Yes honey."

"But, you were alone for such a long time. And, I heard Miss Joan tell you that she was looking for a girlfriend."

"We were just talking. You're the only one that I love."

I wiped away her tears, kissed her, then just held her for a while.

Dana finally whispered, "I was so afraid that I was going to lose you to her."

"Honey.", I said, "Joan just isn't my type of girl."

"Your type of girl?"

"A girl with a guy underneath."

She sat back a little, looked at me for a second, then said, "So, you really do like it when I'm Dana."

"That was one of the things we were talking about. Do I like it when you're Dana? No. . . . I love it when Dana is here."

She wrapped her arms around me and just held on.

A little while later as we were getting read for bed, Dana asked, "How does mistress want me to dress for bed?"

"Beth wants you to dress anyway you want to."

"Aren't you still my mistress?"

I glanced at the clock, it was ten minutes after Midnight, and I said, "It's Monday. So, it's up to Dana how she dresses or if she changes back to David."

I saw a twinkle in her eye and that cute little smile. Something that had really been missing for the past few weeks. She disappeared for a little while, and when she came back in she had on one of her sexy baby doll sets. She did a little twirl, looked at me, smiled, and said, "Do you approve?"

I smiled back, and said, "More than approve. You look good enough to eat."

She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a long, soft, sensuous, kiss. It wasn't much longer before we were enjoying each other in a number of ways.

Later as we cuddled together, I whispered, "I'm glad tomorrow's a holiday. We can sleep in."

And, sleep in we did. It was late morning when I felt Dana stir. I opened my eyes, and she was laying there looking at me. And, she still looked cute as hell. She said, "Good morning lover."

"Good morning love.", I replied.

"Did you sleep well?"

"You wore me out, so yes I did."

She kissed me, and said, "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

As she was getting out of bed, she said, "I'll go and get David back."

"Why?"

"I . . . I though that Dana was only supposed to be here on Sundays?"

"She was. But, when I was talking to Joan last night, I figured something out."

"What?"

"I really like guys that love to be girls."

"So, you love Dana?"

"I love Dana because David is underneath."

"So, you want me to be Dana?"

"I love her, so yes, as often as you like. . . . Even full time."

"Full time! You want me to have a sex change?"

"That's the last thing I want and I don't think you want it either."

"I don't. But, you'd like me to be Dana all the time."

"Only if you want to."

She didn't say anything, but just looked at me a little seriously. I was worried that I'd said too much, too soon.

The following week Dana was back. When David didn't need to be David, for school and work, he was Dana. Dana and I did a lot of things together and it was fun. On Sunday my maid was back and I received some serious pampering.

The next week was just the same. Dana was just Dana, a lot of fun and a great lover. I was very glad that she was back to being here old self.

Sunday was Dana's last day as my maid. At dinner, as she placed my desert on the table, she asked, "Mistress. May I sit and talk with you?"

"Sure honey.", I replied.

As she sat in the chair nearest to me, I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing mistress. I just need to talk to you.", she replied.

She sat there for a minute, and then said, "Mistress. I've really loved being your maid. It's been fun and interesting."

"I'm glad. It's been fun being your mistress."

"I've also given a lot of thought to what you said about living full time as Dana." After a pause, she continued with, "I . . . I would like to do it."

I asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes. But, . . . I want to do it right."

"Do it right?"

"Yes. I've done a lot of reading on it. I want to be as feminine as possible."

I was thinking, 'I hope she's not thing sex change.', as I said, "As feminine as possible?"

As she touched her breasts, she said, "I'm tired of these forms and I'd like my face to be more feminine."

I was tired of the forms too. I looked at her for a minute, then said, "Honey. Your face is very pretty and feminine now."

"I know. But, I've seen some nice things' on-line. Can I show mistress?"

"Honey. Lets drop the mistress. This is important and between us. You and me. And, yes please show me."

She just smiled. We got up together and walked to the den. Dana brought up some interesting sites. She was right. Some of the before and after pictures of faces were very nice. Some showed a fairly masculine face that was transformed into a nice feminine look. Some showed a somewhat effeminate man's face transformed into a strikingly pretty woman's face.

I looked over at Dana, and asked, "Is this what you're thinking about?"

"Yes.", she answered.

"So, you think a surgeon can make you look prettier than you are?"

"Yes. Watch."

She clicked on another bookmark, and we watched as David's face came up on the screen. He wasn't wearing any makeup, and his hair was pulled back. Then she clicked on another link on the page and another picture came up beside the first one. It was basically the same picture as the first one, but there had been some changes made. The changes turned David's face feminine. Very feminine. I looked back and forth between the two pictures.

Dana said, "I found a plastic surgeon on-line. If you send her a picture, she'll return it showing what you will look like after surgery."

"You really want to do this?"

"Yes. And, the breasts."

"What about school and your job?"

"I can always get another job. And, the university has a transgender policy covering this sort of thing. The state will also change the records on a transgendered person."

"You really have researched this. Haven't you?"

"I had to. I had to know as much as I could. The more I read, the more it just felt right doing it."

Epilog

Right after Dana had shown me the on-line pictures from the plastic surgeon, she made an appointment to see the doctor. The doctor agreed with us. Dana didn't need much to finish what nature had started. Along with implants to give her 38C breasts, she would give her cheek implants, and do a little work on her nose.

Just as school was out for the summer we moved to a new place, and Dana had her surgery. The new neighbors saw no one but Dana and me. And, we lived outwardly as a lesbian couple.

The first time I saw Dana naked, standing in front of a mirror looking over her new body, I knew we'd done the right thing. She was smiling as she looked at herself. I was smiling, knowing how happy she was, and knowing that I really loved her. Don't get me wrong. I loved David too. But, to me, this was so much better. Dana was happy with who she was, and I was happy for both of us.

Did Mistress Beth still have her maid? Yes. Dana loved becoming my maid, and it became a fetish thing with us.

Dana did get her wedding dress. The following year, at the same event where we'd met Michelle and Joan, we were married again, in a ceremony for two girls. Dana looked fantastic in her backless gown. And, I know she felt fantastic in all the pretty lingerie.

Did Joan and I get together? That I'll leave that to your imagination.

Did Dana and I live happily ever after? You bet we did. Neither of us could ask for anything better.

  

  

  

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