A Feminine Reality

by Robbin Renee Wells

 

Part 2

The Enticement

 

Suddenly I heard the ringing of the alarm and rolled over to look at the clock. It was Monday morning and time to get up. I had spent the entire weekend at home, just watching television or logging time on the computer, while continuously preoccupied by my thoughts. Despite trying, I couldn't stop recalling the events of Friday and what it all meant. I mean, was I gay or straight, male or female, I was so uncertain. From moment to moment, I would suppress, and then rationalize and, at times, feel comfortable. However, just as I would become comfortable, the thought of facing everyone, especially Josh, would intrude into my thoughts and make me so anxious. Over the weekend there was always the reassuring distance of time. But now that was over and my heart pounded, as I stepped into the shower.

My mother had already left for work, and I was, at least, alone to deal with my dilemna. As I stood in the shower, the warm water made me relax and I thought about skipping school, again. Yet, I kept thinking that I had to face things sooner or later and that sooner was better. Once again, though, as I stepped out of the shower, I could feel the tingling sensation of the towel along my smooth body and lost any fortitude or security of my masculine personality.

I still had to go, I thought.

When I finished brushing my teeth and brushing my hair, I looked closely at my face in the vanity mirror to make sure that all signs of makeup, had been removed. As I looked, I became comfortable that after two days that was not a problem.

I quickly got dressed and drank a cup of coffee. I grabbed my keys and bookbag and walked over to the front door. Once again, as I turned the handle, I hesitated, but then opened the door and walked out. As I closed the door, I recalled the continuous hesitation of last Friday and again realized that such hesitation would only draw attention to my insecurity. I couldn't afford to be hesitant today.

As I walked out to my car, I didn't see anyone and that made me relax a bit. But when I arrived at school, I could see the constant activity of students arriving and walking around the complex. Again, no hesitation, I thought.

I parked my car and walked into the main high school entrance. As I walked through the second door, I saw a group of my friends huddled in the hallway, near my locker. Then I saw Josh in the crowd. I couldn't back out now.

"Hey, Michael." A couple of friends said, as the huddle seemed to open a bit.

"Hey." I replied and started opening my locker.

"So how was the weekend..." someone said.

"Alright, I guess." I said, as I looked back, closing my locker.

Then I looked up and saw Josh across the group of friends. But as I looked up, and started to say hello, he quickly looked away.

"I have to get to class, see you all, later." he said and quickly walked down the hallway.

I continued to talk with the other friends there in the hallway, about the weekend, and I felt really relaxed that there was no discussion out of the ordinary. Although I felt quite relieved that Josh did walk away, I also couldn't help but feel a bit depressed that he seemed to walk away when he saw me look at him. I didn't give it much thought, as I was also so relieved that it appeared that nothing about Friday had been said.

Thankfully, the rest of the day was quite uneventful.

At the end of classes, I left school and went home.

I was so relieved, when I got home. I went inside and decided to catch up on the sleep that I had lost this past weekend. I caught a quick nap on the sofa and after dinner went to straight to bed. As I laid there I was so relieved that nothing had been said. But as I tossed and turned, the only thoughts that made me really relax and fall asleep were the constant thoughts of the excitement that I had experienced, being Michelle. Finally I curled up and fell asleep.

The next couple of days were just about the same, and the same as concerned Josh. Every time that I would be around or look at him, he would leave. Although I didn't do much to change the situation, as each time I would look down and also walk away. Despite the relief of not having to confront the situation, the reaction started to make me feel sad. I couldn't believe it, but I was really starting to miss my best friend, and, intermingled in the sorrow, were the thoughts of his arms around my waist or our lips together. However, each time those thoughts came up, I would do my best to put them from my mind, and rationalize that they were just a moment of excitement. That's all, I thought.

Eventually it was Friday morning and as usual, I got up and got ready for school. However, this morning, as I closed the front door, I turned around and saw Josh heading down the stairwell. When I got to the top of the stairwell, I could see that Josh had stopped and was looking back up at me.

"Hey, you want a ride, Mike. I think that we need to talk." he said.

I didn't say anything until I got to the bottom of the stairs.

"You're right..." I responded.

We didn't say anything to each other, until we were in Josh's car. Then as he backed the car up, he started.

"Hey, I'm sorry about last Friday and even more about how I've been acting this week." he said.

That small comment, made me feel so relieved. I started to get a bit teary eyed, and felt like crying for some reason, but didn't.

"But, I mean, I'm so confused. I feel so embarrassed about last week, but still can't get it out of my mind. Makes me wonder, if I'm gay or not. You know." he continued.

"I know, Josh, me too." I said.

"You haven't told anyone, have you..." he asked.

"No, man, have you..." I said.

"That's a relief." Josh replied and continued.

"But at least you were a girl when it happened." Josh said.

"But that's just it, Josh. I was and am a girl when I'm dressed, and I know that its hard to understand, but that's the way I feel when I'm Michelle." I said, as I couldn't believe what I was saying.

It just continued to come out as we drove on.

"I mean, that's the good part. We aren't gay." I finally said.

"Hey, you know, I think I get it. I mean you did look good, Michelle." he said and at last started to smile.

"Maybe that's why I keep thinking about the way you looked. Maybe I'm not gay, but even more straight." he laughed.

I laughed also, as we pulled into the school parking lot.

"Maybe we should spend a bit more time together, with you as Michelle, I mean." Josh said, as he laughed again.

"Well, lets give that some thought." I responded, with a smile.

With that we got out of the car and into school. Suddenly our perspectives changed and the exteriors put into place. However, the rest of the day, I couldn't get that last comment out of my mind and kept thinking about spending more time as Michelle.

At the end of the day, I met Josh in the parking lot and we drove home. We just talked about school and the weekend.

"So any plans." Josh asked.

"No, just going to hang out and maybe, well you know..." I said.

"Oh, unleash Michelle..." he laughed again.

"Maybe. Hey did you really mean what you said this morning, I mean about spending more time around me as Michelle..." I asked.

"I was joking this morning, but you know the more that I think about it the more that I think that it might be alright." He said and looked at me, as he parked the car and turned off the engine.

I looked away and got out of the car. Then as we walked up the stairwell, I stopped.

"Well, my mom's supposed to work tomorrow and then go to dinner in the city. So, if you want to really spend some more time together, getting to know Michelle, that is, let me know." I said.

"Let me think about that." Josh said in a very sincere tone.

"That's cool." I said, as we approached my door.

"Hey, by the way, thanks for not saying anything and at least trying to understand." I said, as I opened my front door.

"No problem, thank you too, man...and you are still my best friend." Josh said, looking down at the ground.

As I walked inside our townhouse, I felt so great. The confrontation was over, and Josh even seemed to understand or at least was trying to understand. What made me even more excited was the passing thought that maybe an interest in how I looked as Michelle, was motivating the attempt to understand.

That night was quite uneventful. I ate dinner with my mom and spent the rest of the evening watching television with her. Altough I kept getting an urge to explain what was going on, I just couldn't and eventually retired to my bedroom and onto the computer. As I surfed around, I kept thinking about getting dressed on Saturday. Although last week I had decided to give things a rest for a short period, my last conversation with Josh, kept me thinking that I should keep things going on the feminine front. So I got undressed and slid into a pair of panties and my favorite oversized t-shirt.

It wasn't a tough sell either. I mean, my body was still very smooth and shaven, and my nails were still quite shapely. I just couldn't bring myself to trim my nails, and just kept them in my pockets or off the table, so to speak. Then I got a message, it was from Josh.

"Might stop by tomorrow, if that's alright, Michelle." It read.

"Would love that, Josh." I quickly wrote back.

With that, I turned off my computer and got into bed. I kept thinking about my choice of words in that last comment and that maybe I should calm down on the feminine front a bit, at least with Josh. But then the thoughts of being with Josh, as Michelle, kept flooding into my mind.

The next thing I knew, it was Saturday morning and I got up, just in time to see my mom leaving for work.

"Now, I'll be home late tonight, dear." my mom said.

"I know, dinner with friends." I replied, as I smiled.

As she closed the front door, I started to think about what to wear and how I wanted to look for the day. Something casual, but also exciting. I've got it, I thought, as I headed to the bathroom.

After a long, warm shower, I slipped into my mom's room and into my favorite, short, dark blue, satin robe.

I went into the living room and put two coats of the same rose colored nail polish on my fingers and toes. When they were dry I went back into the bathroom and quickly applied a light foundation, black eyeliner and black mascara. I redid my lips, tracing them with a lip pencil and filling them in with a rose colored lip gloss, that matched the nail polish. I brushed a light, pink colored, blush across my upper cheeks and stared into the vanity mirror. There was that tingling sensation again, I thought, as I tip toed into my bedroom and pulled out my favorite suitcase.

I took out the broad band, gold necklace and looped it around my neck. Then I slid on a wig cap and the long reddish, brown wig. I again tip toed back into the bathroom and brushed out the hair.

With that done, I returned to my bedroom and started getting dressed. I selected a beige colored, matching bra and panty set and slid the satin panties up my smooth legs. After tucking and securing my male anatomy, I slipped the bra up over my arms and snapped the front clasp. As I slid the breast forms into the cups of the bra, I smoothed them with a soft, gentle stroke. Oh my, I thought, as that tingling sensation returned.

I went into my mother's bedroom and took off the robe and hung it back in the closet. I walked in front of the dressing mirror and started to pose and look from each angle. There was no need to tape my breasts, today, I thought, as I was going for a more casual style. Still the bra and forms were stunning, and I still felt the bounce of the breasts as I quickly tip toed back into my bedroom.

I took out my gold, loop earrings and clipped them onto my ears. Then I slid several bauble bracelets onto my right wrist and a watch onto my left wrist. After several gold rings on my fingers, I softly slid a pair of nude pantyhose up my legs. I followed them with a pair of navy blue leggings up over my legs and little behind. I finished the look with a white, cotton, oversized, oxford style, blouse. I pulled up the collar and buttoned the buttons, with the exception of the top three buttons.

Once again, I quickly tip toed back into my mother's bedroom and in front of the dressing mirror. After many looks and poses, I searched in my mother's closet for a pair of dark blue slides with a three inch heel. Although, my mother's shoes were a size too small, the slides were alright. Again, as I stood in front of the dressing mirror the tingling sensation returned.

After several minutes in front of the mirror, I walked out into the living room and turned off the television. I put some cd's into the stereo and sat down on the sofa. As the soft music started, I felt so feminine and ready, I thought, for Josh to stop over.

But it was only two o'clock and I wasn't sure when he would be coming over. So I went into the kitchen and grabbed a soda. I returned to the living room sofa and slid off the shoes and sat with my feet up under my little behind. I was so excited, and thought that even if Josh does not make it, I would have some fun and maybe try on the new dress and shoes that I had bought.

Then, just as I was getting really comfortable, the door bell rang. Suddenly the hesitation and anxious feelings returned. I was so comfortable alone, but also realized that I wanted so much to see Josh and be with someone else.

So I got up off the sofa and walked over to the door. As I took hold of the door handle, and without any more hesitation, I turned the handle and opened the door.

"Hi, Josh." I said, as I looked up and smiled.

"Hi, Mi...I mean, Michelle." he said, as he stood there looking at me.

We were both speechless for a moment, but both smiling and looking at each other, at least.

"Oh, I'm sorry, come in, Josh." I said.

"You even sound different." Josh said as he walked in.

"I hope so, now sit down and lets relax a bit, alright." I said.

For the next hour or so, he sat on the sofa and I sat on the love seat, as we talked about my special interest and his reaction, as well as, our mutual relief at getting this all out in the open, at least between us.

"So you definitely look convincing, and you know you even act different. I mean, your voice, and you even giggle instead of laughing." Josh said.

"I know. I'm sorry, if that makes you uncomfortable. Its still me, Josh." I replied.

"No, no, I meant to say that you look great, and, you know, I'm actually starting to get comfortable with the whole thing." he said.

"Oh, Josh, you don't know what that means to me." I said, as again, I started to get a bit teary eyed, and felt like crying.

"So what should we do, Mi...I mean, Michelle." Josh laughed.

"I don't know, want to see my website..." I just blurted out. I had only started a site and had kept that completely to myself. I didn't intend to get into that, but it just came out.

"Oh wow, a site also. Sure." Josh said and again smiled.

I smiled back and got up off the love seat and started walking down the hallway to my bedroom. As I noticed him behind me, I could feel the gentle sway of my hips and hoped that he understood.

"Now, I've just started it and its not that great, you know. So don't make fun of it." I said, as he sat down in my chair in front of the computer.

I started the computer and waited to log on. I typed in the url and waited. As I stood there, bent over the keyboard, I suddenly realized that my little behind was right in front of Josh. So I stood up and turned around, only to notice his eyes looking right there.

"I'm sorry." I said, as I turned around.

"That's alright. Quite nice, as a matter of fact." he replied.

With that I blushed and turned back toward the computer. But as the site started to load, Josh rolled the chair up toward me and put his hands around my waist.

"Hey, why don't you sit down, Michelle." He said.

"Yeah, right, Josh." I giggled.

"No really, its alright, I won't bite." Josh said.

Alright, I thought, and slowly sat down on his lap. As I did, my toes automaticly came to a point and my feet pushed back against his legs. I thought that I could notice some excitement, but quickly put that thought aside, as my site came up. We quickly browsed through my few photos and comments on the site.

"You know, you need more photos, Michelle." Josh commented.

"I know, but its difficult doing it alone, Josh." I replied.

"Well, you're not alone, anymore, Michelle." Josh said, as I turned around, sitting on his lap.

As I did, I just instinctively put my hands around the back of his neck and giggled, at first. Then he pulled me closer and we kissed. I was so excited and knew that he was also. But I quickly pulled away.

"Oh, but Josh, not again." I said.

"You're right...Hey want to take in a movie..." He asked.

"Sure, but as Michelle." I said.

"Only as Michelle. Isn't that the point of today, to spend more time together in that mode. We'll drive a bit, so no one will know, as if they could tell." Josh said.

"Okay, Josh, just let me change. I would love that, thanks. Oh but I have to be home early, to get changed and all." I said.

"Not a problem. Be home by eleven." Josh said.

With that we both got up and Josh went home to change. I quickly got out of the shirt and leggings and touched up my makeup. Then I slipped into the tan turtle neck, knit dress that I had bought. It was form fitting and quite short. I then pulled out the three inch, dark brown, suede pumps and slid them over my painted toes. I slid a dark brown belt around my waist and I was ready to go.

I walked out into the living room and again heard the door bell. It was Josh and he was ready to go. I grabbed my purse and slid it over my shoulder and walked out the door. It was still a bit cool, but warm enough that I didn't need a jacket, at least not with the turtle neck dress.

That night we went to the same mall, about forty minutes away, that I had visited before. As we drove, I sat, with my knees together, pointed toward, Josh. We again, talked about how relieved we both were with the situation and hoping that we didn't run into anyone we knew.

"You know, this is sort of cool and exciting. Maybe I do understand a bit better, Michelle." Josh said, as we parked the car and walked into the mall.

At the theater, we had to wait in line to buy tickets and I felt so good, as I would glance around and notice more than an occassional look at my legs. I was totally into the whole mood, especially when Josh took my hand, as we walked into the theater. I felt so soft, and as we sat, I started to cuddle a bit. Josh even put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder, with my legs crossed. Although, we had agreed that it was only for effect and appearance.

After the movie, Josh wanted to get something to eat, but I said that it was late and that we had to get home. Such a gentleman, he agreed and we drove home. When we got to the parking lot of the complex, I noticed that my mom's car was not there and that made me relax a bit. We got out of his car and walked up the stairs. In front of my door, I fumbled through my purse looking for my keys. But Josh told me to relax and held my arms. Oh my, I thought, now I'll never find my keys. But I did and then turned around and looked at Josh. His eyes were so soft and he was so nice that night. I reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks, Josh. Really." I said.

"My pleasure, Michelle." he said, as he leaned over and softly kissed my lips.

"Have to go now, Josh." I said, almost saying hon.

"I understand." he replied.

With that I went inside and got undressed. As I got out of the shower I heard my mom come home and I quickly retreated to bed. Oh wow, what a great night, I thought, as I slipped into slumber.

The next morning, I got up and fixed some coffee and breakfast. As my mom got up and came into the kitchen, she gave me a kiss and thanked me for fixing some coffee and toast. We both just sat there and rumbled through the Sunday paper. Without much excitement or conversation, she softly spoke.

"Is everything alright, Michael." she asked.

"Of course, mom." I said.

"Well you've seemed a bit depressed lately and now this morning, you seem like yourself again. And I know that I haven't been around much lately, and, oh by the way, you do know that next weekend, I'm going with Josh's mom to Philadelphia for the seminar. Are you going to be alright..." She said.

"I will, mom. No problems." I said.

And there really weren't at that point, I thought. I had forgotten about the weekend trip. Although it was only leaving on Saturday and coming home on Sunday, it gave me a lot to think about, especially since I knew that Josh would be alone all weekend also. Hhhhmmmm, I thought.

And so the tought continued for the entire day. Although, I kept trying to put the thoughts out of my mind, I couldn't help but keep thinking about spending an entire night alone with Josh. I just wasn't sure about how he felt. But I got my answer Monday morning.

Again, as I walked out the door on Monday morning, I saw Josh sitting on the stairs waiting for me.

"Hey, want a ride, beautiful." he said.

"Sure, but cool the beautiful thing." I replied.

With that we both just smiled and went to school. But on the way, Josh reminded me of our moms trip and that this might be a great opportunity to get some new photos for my website. I agreed and that started a whole new set of thoughts in motion.

As the week progressed, I kept thinking of what I should wear for a photo session. I kept wondering what people would like to see, especially Josh, as he took the photos, I thought. Then I decided that I just had to do some shopping.

So that Thursday evening, I went out to my favorite mall, and decided to do some shopping. I wasn't dressed, but decided that I had to come up with something a bit more provocative then what I had. I was really nervous, but ignored the hesitations, again.

As I walked through the mall, I became more relaxed with my mission. Suddenly I found myself in the entranceway to a small lingerie shop. Despite my anxious nerves, I went inside with story in mind. I browsed through the corset area and found a really nice white corset with pink ribbons at the breast and bottom, where the garters came down. As I took the hanger in hand, I noticed someone behind me.

"That's lovely, dear." the saleslady said.

"Thanks." I said, as I turned around.

"Its for my girlfriend, but I'm not sure about the size." I said.

"Of course, no problem, just describe her and we'll get the right fit." she said, as she smiled at me.

"My name's Cindy, and you do have good taste, dear. So describe..." she said.

I told her that she was about my size and that made Cindy really smile and look me up and down. Although I felt very uncomfortable, she made me start to relax.

"Here, I think that this will do...want to try it on..." she said.

"What..." I replied.

"Well you said that she was about the same size as you...I'm sorry." Cindy said, as she smiled back at me.

I couldn't believe it, I was being read, without being dressed. And somehow it made me relax a bit.

"Hey, here are some matching white hose that will look absolutely lovely, don't you think..." she said.

I agreed and we headed to the sales counter. After paying for the purchase, I was about to leave, when Cindy smiled and said.

"Hey, there is a great shoe store down the way with some great pink, three inch, slides to go with that."

"Where..." I giggled.

"Give me a minute, and I'll help you." she said.

She checked with another employee and then we both walked down the mall and into a large, self service, shoe store. She showed me the shoes and asked me the size. I told her eight and we found the right size and bought the shoes.

"Hey, thanks, she'll love these..." I said.

"No problem, dear, and hey, you know, it doesn't really matter, I mean there are more people out there that enjoy the feminine side of reality, than you may think." she said.

"What do you mean..." I said, as I tried to ignore the implication.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to embarress you, but you do have a very nice figure, and, oh well, never mind ...just come back some time soon." She said, as I walked away.

"Thanks, again." I said and smiled.

I couldn't believe it. I was never read when dressed, but here I was being read when I wasn't dressed. I guess that it couldn't get much stranger, I thought.

Then Saturday arrived and before I knew it, both my mom and Josh's mom were spending the weekend in Philadelphia.

That entire morning, I kept thinking about how to approach, Josh, with my new look. I knew and wanted it to be so much more provocative than anything else he had seen me in before. I even started to wonder if this was more about enticing him, then the photos.

Oh well, I put those thoughts out of my mind and just relaxed the entire day. I took my usual shower and shaved my entire body again. I redid my nails, but this time with a bright pink color.

About six o'clock or so, I began to do my makeup. I did everything the same, but added some bright eyeshadow and a pair of artificial lashes, and a bright pink lip gloss. Then I went into my bedroom and started getting dressed.

I now took out a rhinestone necklace and matching earrings and clipped them in place. Then, I pulled on a tight wig cap and followed with a long, blonde wig. I stepped into the bathroom and gently teased the hair, with bangs in the front and long, soft curls caressing my face and falling over my shoulders.

I then went back into my bedroom and put on a few silver bracelets and some matching silver rings.

Then it was time for the clothes. I slid a pair of white, satin, bikini panties up my legs and secured my male identity in place. Next I wrapped the white corset around my body and snapped the clasps. I then rolled the white hose up my soft legs and stared at my pink toes. The pink ribbons were there at my breasts, as I slid the breast forms inside, and the pink bows were also there as I fastened the hose to the garters.

I felt so totally soft and feminine, as I slid the pink, three inch heeled, slides onto my feet.

After staring at my toes a bit, I stood up and walked into my mother's bedroom. Again, I went straight for the dressing mirror and posed and looked for more then a few minutes. Then I heard the doorbell and those nervous anxieties returned. I hoped that I hadn't over done things, as I walked over to my mother's closet and slipped a long, pink, satin dressing robe, off the hanger and slid it on. As I tied the cinch, I took one quick look in the dressing mirror and swayed down the hallway to the living room.

At the front door, I took a deep breath and opened the door, as I smiled.

"Hey, Josh. Please come in." I said, as I looked up at him.

"Oh wow. Oh I mean these are for you, Michelle." he said, as he handed me a bouquet of flowers.

I couldn't have been happier at that moment, as he walked in and sat down on the sofa. I took the flowers and went into the kitchen and put them into a vase. I carried them back to the living room and placed them down on the cocktail table, as I sat down on the love seat and crossed my legs.

"So are you ready for a photo session, Josh." I asked.

"Ssssure..." he said as he continued to look at me with a certain fascination, that I had never noticed before.

"Hey, but I've got some beers, also, if that's alright." he said.

"Sure, dear...." I said. The word came out before I knew it.

"I'm sorry, Josh." I quickly said.

"Don't worry, Michelle, if that suits you tonight, not a problem." he said, as he went out the door.

Just a couple of minutes later, we were both, sitting on the sofa, and sipping a beer. I put on some music and we started to talk again, but this time about how we both had enjoyed going out the week before. I felt so comfortable as we laughed, but I mostly giggled.

Then, around eleven or so, we decided that it was time to take some photos. So I got up and got my digital camera and gave it to Josh. We had both had quite a few beers by that time and were both very relaxed.

Josh, stood back and into the hallway off the living room and took a couple of shots in me in the robe. Then it was time and without hesitation, as Josh looked through the camera, I undid the sash of the robe and let it slide down off my shoulders to the floor.

As I stood there in a feminine pose, I saw Josh lower the camera.

"Oh man, Michelle, you look, absolutely and totally...I mean..." he said.

"Thanks, Josh..."I replied and blushed.

With that I started posing and Josh started clicking the shutter. I stood, I sat, I laid down and even bent over at times, as the photos continued. Then Josh suggested that we go to his house to get a nice bedroom photo. I agreed and we packed up the beer and camera and went over to his house.

As we walked in, I knew where to go, and went into his mother's bedroom and took off my robe. I sat down, at first, and then laid down on the bed and satin bedcover. It felt so nice. Then Josh walked into the bedroom and saw me laying there and started to click a few more photos. But as he came closer, I noticed that he was putting the camera down on the floor.

Josh sat down on the side of the bed and began to run his hand up and down my leg.

"Oh, Josh, we shouldn't..." I said.

"I know, but I don't really care, Michelle. And you are totally MIchelle tonight, I hope." he replied.

Hearing that I just lost all control of myself and watched as Josh undressed down to his briefs and sat down on the side of the bed next to me. I was so excited as he began to lean over me and kiss me and take me into his arms. I couldn't help, but let my little fingers fondle his excitement, a bit.

"Oh, Josh..." I moaned, as he slid on top of me and ran his hands up and down my legs and up over my little bottom.

He was totally on top of me and I could feel his excitement rubbing up and down over my own. I was getting so intense, and started to moan, as he shook me up and down, back and forth. I kicked off the slides and just let my legs run up and down his thighs, as I caressed him and ran my fingers through his hair.

Suddenly, again, he started to jerk a bit and I exploded and we both just collapsed into each other's arms.

"Well, I guess that I have to go this time, Josh." I whispered into his ear.

"No, Michelle, please stay. If you want to that is..." Josh whispered back.

"Alright, dear, if that's what you want." I said.

We both got up and cleaned up a bit and then laid back down on the bed and fell asleep, in each other's arms. I woke up around six or so and snuck back over to my own house and got changed. Although I left a note, before I left...Sweet dreams, my very best new best friend...love, Michelle...I placed it on the table next to the bed, as I swept his hair from his forehead and kissed him.

And then, as I curled up in my own bed, I didn't worry any longer about my sexual orientation, I just wondered about being in love.

 

(to be continued)

(part three, the new life)

 

 

 

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