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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 27, An Unexpected Turn of Events) ******************************************************************** This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ******************************************************************* Readers who have been following this story have noted that I said the story was currently twenty-six chapters long and that I suggested reading previous chapters before proceeding. I was quite aware that, as I did re-writes of Chapters One through Twenty-six, I was still formulating a suitable conclusion to the story. That's why I used the word, "currently". The reason for the lengthy delay in posting additional chapters has been due to a combination of real life work obligations keeping me from writing and my re-working the ending and drafting what I consider to be a suitable conclusion. I am now ready to bring this to a conclusion, so thank you for your patience as I worked this out in my mind. Needless to say, the story will not conclude with Chapter Twenty-six. ********************************************************************* Chapter Twenty-seven - An Unexpected Turn of Events I awoke the next morning to bright sunshine pouring through the bedroom window. I looked around for Debbie. She was nowhere to be found. The sun was high in the sky. As I became oriented, I realized I'd slept in late. I suppose it was the jet lag and the overall exhaustion I felt from the nearly two weeks of activity on St. Thomas. I still couldn't believe all that had happened. I'd slept in the nude. I smiled as I briefly recalled making love to Debbie the night before. Lying in bed alone, my thoughts turned to the next anxiety I would face - actually showing up for work next week dressed as a woman in my law firm. Sure, I know the partners had all agreed, under some duress, to accept me en femme. But, still, I was worried that there would be hostility and that true acceptance wasn't likely to be automatic. Plus, there was still the question of how my clients would react to my drastic change in orientation. All of these negative thoughts made me depressed and anxious. 'Why, oh why, did I let this happen?' I lamented to myself. 'There is simply no way I can go back there now!' I must have lain in bed alone, emotionally paralyzed, for an hour, analyzing, re-analyzing and over-analyzing my predicament. Nothing changed. No matter how I looked at the problem, I saw the same reality. I was a man by gender, but a woman in outward appearance and orientation. I was a lawyer by profession and completely unequipped to embark on any other way to make a living. I was simply going to have to hold my head up, face the future, and hope for the best. Thankfully, we'd returned from our trip on a Thursday. Today was Friday, so I had the weekend to recover, relax and mentally prepare myself to show up for work on Monday. On the plus side, I was blessed that my wife was one hundred percent behind me. In fact, I'd finally realized that she was a significant reason why I was led to undergo my transformation. I still couldn't believe that my sweet, innocent, wife - the small town girl who seemed so inexperienced sexually throughout most of our marriage - could have been so involved in the intricate planning that apparently went into snaring me in the web of feminization woven by Regina Rae, Carla and her. As I looked back on everything that had taken place, I could see that I'd never had a chance. I wondered where Debbie was. The house seemed quiet. I decided to get up and face the day. I went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, grabbed a toothbrush, and stepped into the steaming shower. I always felt better after a hot shower. I basked under the warm stream, trying to decide what I'd do today. One thing that I needed to do was to shop for a few outfits suitable for work. I had decided, in my own mind at least, that I should establish a fairly conservative, businesslike look for the office. Until now, I'd dressed only in situations where my outfits could be more sexy and revealing. As a partner in my law firm, I didn't want my clothes to distract from my work. I hoped Debbie would support me in my decision, and I definitely wanted her to assist me in shopping for outfits. I washed and rinsed my hair, shaved my legs, and stepped out of the shower. After drying off, I looked in the mirror, contemplating the image looking back at me. My hair was growing longer by the day. Soon, I'd be able to have it styled and would maybe even be able to go without a wig. However, I liked long hair, so I knew it would be a while before I'd go out in public without one. The other thing that struck me was that, although I was wearing no makeup, my face had changed, at least in my own visage. I simply looked feminine. It wasn't the large breasts hanging from my chest that made me look feminine either. My face seemed to have a softer, womanlier look. I wondered if constantly wearing makeup had left some trace always there, making me look more feminine. Or, was I simply beginning to see myself through the eyes of a woman and, therefore, seeing myself as feminine? I smiled at my reflection, and she smiled back. 'Things were going to be just fine,' I thought. I should stop worrying so much about everything. I sat at Debbie's vanity and began applying makeup for the day. Repeated efforts had made the process, particularly when I wasn't intent on applying anything dramatic, easier. Today, I knew that I wanted to go shopping, so I wanted to look nice. But, I didn't want to overdo it. I applied light eyeliner, mascara, soft mauve shading under my eyes, blush on my cheeks, and a pale pink lipstick. Satisfied with my artwork, I tried to decide what to wear. I considered jeans, but finally settled on a navy blue pleated skirt and white cotton blouse. I liked skirts better than pants. I slipped on a pair of brown leather sandals with two-inch heels. I went into Debbie's jewelry box and borrowed her pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings. I hoped she wouldn't mind. I really needed my own pearls. I'd always loved how simple and elegant they made women appear. I checked myself out in the mirror and was quite satisfied. My white lace bra showed through the fabric of my blouse, creating a tempting, sexy look. I filled my purse with a few makeup essentials, my wallet with credit cards, and went to find Debbie. I hoped she would be willing to shop with me. Debbie was sitting on our patio sipping coffee and reading the paper. She cast a smiling glance at me as I approached. "Good morning sleepyhead," she greeted me. "Sleep well?" "Mmmm," I answered. "Definitely! Thanks for letting me sleep in. Where's Mimi?" I asked. "She's around. Do you want something to eat? She made some blueberry muffins and coffee. Mimi!" she called. I heard footsteps approaching from the kitchen. Mimi stepped onto the patio in full maid regalia - black maid's dress, full white petticoats, four-inch black patent leather heels. She looked delicious and quite efficient. "Yes Mistress Debbie?" she answered, curtsying as she addressed Debbie. "Mimi," Debbie continued. "Please bring Lee Anne some coffee and muffins dear." "Of course Mistress," she answered and turned to fetch my breakfast. Debbie smiled at me. "Good idea bringing her back, wouldn't you say?" Grinning, I replied, "Absolutely!" Debbie advised that she intended to have Mimi finish washing and ironing our clothes and then she would let her go for the weekend. We agreed to let her spend the weekends off since it would be easier for us to cook and take care of ourselves then. When she asked what I wanted to do for the day, I explained my hope that we'd shop for some new work clothes for me. Debbie thought that sounded like an excellent idea. As Mimi returned with my breakfast, Debbie excused herself to get dressed. I thanked Mimi for breakfast and began reading the paper. Mimi, although she oozed sex, was intent on carrying out her maidly duties. Sitting alone on the patio, I reflected upon how wonderful our life was at this particular moment. I looked forward to spending the weekend alone with Debbie. This would really be our first time alone since I'd undergone my transformation. Momentarily, Debbie returned, ready to go shopping. She wore tight designer jeans and a white, jersey knit top. Her thick, auburn hair was pulled into a full ponytail at the back of her head. She looked awesome! "Ready to go honey?" she asked. I took one last swallow of coffee, stood up and said, "I sure am! You look great!" "Thank you," she cooed. "Let's go!" We walked inside and Debbie called for Mimi again. I loved the sound of Mimi's heels as they clicked along the floor. "Yes Mistress Debbie?" Mimi asked. "Mimi dear," Debbie replied. "Lee Anne and I have some shopping to do. We may not return before you've left. All you need to do is finish the laundry and put things away. Then you may leave. We can take care of our own dinner tonight. We'll see you Sunday evening. Okay?" "Yes Mistress Debbie," she curtsied. "You and Miss Lee Anne have a wonderful weekend." "Oh," Debbie assured her. "We will. We most certainly will!" Turning to me, she said, "Alrighty sweetie! Let's shop till we drop!" We left together and got into Debbie's car, her driving. Normally I would drive, but our typical, previous roles were, once again, reversed. As we pulled away, I asked if she knew what Mimi was going to do for the weekend. "She's going to stay with Regina Rae this weekend. In the future, once she gets to know people around town, she may get more involved in the community." Changing the subject back to us, Debbie told me how much she looked forward to our first weekend together since I'd recovered from my surgery and our vacation. I agreed. I was truly looking forward to the weekend. Debbie angled her car into the mall parking lot and found an open spot near the entrance to Nordstrom's. She explained that Nordstrom's was the perfect place to find all of the work related outfits that I'd need. It appeared that we were on the same wavelength regarding the type of clothes I'd need as a female attorney. Laughing, Debbie said, "Slutty will be fine for when we go out clubbing, but your clients will appreciate it if you have a conservative look when they discuss their business deals with you." Debbie led me to the section of the store where business suits lined the racks. She immediately solicited assistance from a well-dressed, middle-aged woman. She seemed quite sophisticated and classy. When Debbie finished explaining the purpose of our trip, our sales assistant, Laura, led us along and began helping us select a variety of suits, skirts, pants outfits and dresses from the racks. We hauled everything into the dressing rooms and I began trying on and modeling outfit after outfit. We spent at least two hours trying on clothes. When we were done, I had an excellent ensemble selected. Laura then led us to their shoe department and helped me select several pairs of suitably conservative shoes. Our final stop was the department where their accessories, such as scarves and belts, were on display. Before I knew it, we'd filled several bags and were ready to go home. After loading the car, Debbie suggested that we stop somewhere to eat so we wouldn't have to cook or dirty up the kitchen. "In fact," she laughed, "We should eat out every night when Mimi is off duty. Why work ourselves to death?" I heartily agreed. We found a quaint Italian restaurant that looked good. They had valet parking, so Debbie pulled up to the front. A handsome black man opened my door while a young blonde stud assisted Debbie from the car. As the blonde hunk drove off to park our car, the young, black man held the door into the restaurant for us. "Have a pleasant evening ladies," he said smiling. The hostess greeted us and asked how many there were for dinner. Debbie told her it would just be the two of us. "Very well," she said cheerily. "Right this way," as she beckoned us to follow. She sat us at a table for two in a dark corner. It was still fairly early on a Friday evening, so the place wasn't busy yet. A waiter immediately approached us and asked if we'd like anything to drink. Before I could say a word, Debbie answered, "Yes. We'd like a nice bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Would you have your wine steward select something reasonably priced, but that he thinks we'd like?" "Of course madam," he replied. "I will return with your wine in a moment. Meanwhile, please peruse our menu. I will be delighted to answer any questions you may have when I return to tell you about our specials." As he walked away, Debbie grinned at me conspiratorially. "Isn't this wonderful honey? The two of us girls out for a Friday evening, and no one the wiser that we're married?" I had to admit. I was enjoying myself. I was still not completely adjusted to my new role in the relationship. But I was adjusting quickly. I told her that I was very happy, reiterating that I was really looking forward to our weekend alone. "Me too!" Debbie gushed. "I can't wait to get you home and into bed tonight." I blushed at her insinuation that we'd be making love later. I probably could've been talked into going home right then. But we stayed. And we had the most delicious dinner. We drank the first bottle of wine right away. Debbie ordered another and I thought we'd pass out if we had a second. But she was feeling so gay that nothing could have stopped her. She flirted with our waiter the entire evening. I was a little put out at first, but by the time I'd had two glasses of wine, I quit fretting over it. Besides, she was going to take me home and fuck me. So why should I care about a little innocent flirting? A few hours after we sat down, we were thoroughly drunk. We paid our check and semi-staggered to our car. I caught the young black stud eying me as we waited for our car to be brought around. "Did you ladies have a nice dinner?" he asked. "It sure looks like you had fun," he laughed. "Yes," I said, flirting a little myself. "It was delicious! I think we'll be back." "Well, I'll look forward to that!" he replied. Our car pulled up and he opened my door. He looked right down my blouse, not even disguising his lust for my DD breasts. When I looked over at Debbie, she was grinning. "Say," the blonde stud said. "Are you ladies sure you can get home alright? One of us would be glad to drive you home. Shoot! We'll both be off in an hour. One of us can cover until closing and then come along and pick the other up." He looked at Debbie expectantly, almost hopefully, the true motive behind his offer to help poorly disguised. Debbie was in a playful mood. "Oh sure!" she teased. "I bet you'd like to give us a ride! Home," she added, giggling. Turning to me, she asked, "What do you think sweetie? Would you like our valets to come home with us? Or do you still want to be with just your wifey?" I looked at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "Oh! Don't give me that! I can tell you're interested! And these guys are clearly hot for us. I think they're cute. Don't you?" I smiled, blushed, and coyly replied, "Do you really think they're interested?" "I don't think," she answered. "I know. So? What do you say? And don't worry. You're still mine this weekend! But there's no reason why we can't have a little fun tonight." She then turned to the young guy who had driven the car around. "Which one of you is going to drive us home?" The blonde guy pointed to his friend, "Tyrell will drive you home. I'll come over as soon as I get off and pick him up," he said smiling, like he was really going to just pick Tyrell up and then leave. "What do you say Ty?" "Hey bro'," he replied. "I'm down wit dat! Gimme de keys." Blondie tossed the keys to Ty as he walked around to the driver's side. Blondie helped Debbie into the rear seat, behind the driver. As she slid in, she smiled at me over the seat. "See ya in a little while cutie," she flirted with Blondie. "You bet!" he said grinning. Tyrell put Debbie's car in Drive and pulled away from the restaurant. Debbie began giving directions to our house. All of the way home, Tyrell kept looking over at me, smiling, and generally letting me know how hot he was for me. My skirt was up just enough to reveal plenty of thigh. I don't know if it was because I was a little tipsy, or what, but I was really getting off on his interest in me. When we pulled up to our house, Tyrell hopped out and opened the door for Debbie. She was pretty drunk. She nearly fell as she staggered out of the backseat. Ty said, "Whoa there honey. You gon' be okay?" Debbie giggled, "Of course. Go get my girlfriend. I can walk!" "Sure," he said. It was strange, but I got the impression that Ty was more interested in me than Debbie. As he helped me out, he looked right down my blouse. He must have been a breast man, because he was blatantly gawking at mine. When I stood up, I accidentally tripped and fell into his arms. As he caught me, one of his hands landed right on my boob. He laughed and said, "You ladies are seriously drunk! It's a good thing I drove you home. You coulda been in some trouble. Come on," he continued. "Let's get ya'll inside." He helped steady me as he led me to the front door. Debbie unlocked the front door, swung it open and stepped inside. Ty and I followed Debbie into the living room. Debbie announced that she was going to open another bottle of wine and asked Ty what he wanted. He asked for a bourbon and water. After drinks were served, we sat together in the living room. Ty managed to work it so he sat right next to me. Debbie, meanwhile, sat opposite us and kept grinning at the situation I found myself in. We hadn't been there long when Debbie announced, "I think I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortable. I'll be right back," she said as she rose and left me all alone with Ty. After a brief awkward moment, Ty said, "Hey, are you two really girlfriends?" I smiled shyly, the girl in me coming to the surface. "I don't know what you mean Ty?" "Oh come on!" he replied. "I see the way you look at each other. Are ya'll bi? Or what?" "Bi?" I flirted. "I'll just say this - I love Debbie! But I wouldn't kick you out of bed either." "Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" he exclaimed, grinning as he put his hand on my thigh. I was immediately worried about his intentions. I didn't want him acquiring too much information about me too soon. I put my hand on his to prevent him from venturing any higher. At just that moment, Blondie came to the rescue as he rang the doorbell. "Oh!" I said, jumping up. "That must be your friend. By the way, what's his name?" "Trent." I opened the door and greeted Trent, "Hey hon! Come on in!" "Hey! What's up?" Trent asked. "Hey bro'!" Ty said. "Can I get you something to drink Trent?" I asked. "Sure babe," he said. "Where's your friend?" he asked, looking around for Debbie. As I was beginning to explain that she'd gone upstairs to change, she came downstairs. I couldn't believe my eyes. Debbie hadn't just gotten comfortable. She had gotten downright sexy and revealing. She wore a short, sheer red nightie with a matching wrap. Matching red bedroom mules made her look so hot. I was jealous. She walked right up to Trent, touched him on the cheek and kissed him. "Hi," she cooed. "I didn't think you'd ever get here." Now, I was jealous. I don't know why, but I hated it when Debbie came on to other men. She, on the other hand, didn't seem to care what I did. In fact, she seemed to encourage it. It flabbergasted me. I went to get Trent a beer. When I returned, Debbie was all over Trent on the other sofa. She was wasting no time going after him. Within a few minutes, Debbie stood, took Trent by the hand, and led him upstairs. She waved at Ty and me as they went to our bedroom. 'Now, what was I going to do?' I wondered. Ty placed his hand on my thigh again. "You are so sexy Lee Anne," he said. "I haven't seen a woman as hot as you in a long time." I knew he was full of shit. I may have looked good, but there is no way that I was that special. I was worried about where this was going though. I had no idea how he'd react if he found out I had a cock. And I was in no mood to find out. I took the offensive. Moving his hand away yet again, I slipped mine between his legs and grabbed his cock. And a nice cock it was. Almost instinctively, my mindset shifted from worry to excited anticipation as I prepared to please this man who I'd barely met and did not know. Chances were I'd never see this young man again. But he'd be telling this story over and over to his friends. I made up my mind that I was going to provide the satisfaction he came for and get him out of here without him discovering that I wasn't really a woman. Plus, I longed for Debbie. Ty's cock was quite large. So far, all of my experiences with black men had done nothing to dispel the stories I'd heard about their endowments. When it came to dicks, God had been good to the black man - and, I suppose it could be said, to women who had the good fortune to experience said cocks. I took my time with Ty. I didn't want him to feel cheated. I hoped that Debbie was not planning an all-nighter. After successfully bringing Ty to orgasm, I asked him if he thought he could get Trent and go home. I explained to him that Debbie and I had really planned to spend the weekend alone and that as attracted as I was to him, I really wanted to be with her tonight. Ty smiled and said he understood. He thanked me for the blowjob and asked if maybe he could see me again. I told him I'd think about it, but that I really didn't see it happening. Ty went upstairs, knocked on Debbie's door, and I heard him say, "Hey Trent! Come on man! I got to git outa here man. Let's go. I'll be waitin' downstairs." Ty came down and approached me. He pulled my face close to his and gave me a very sweet and gentle kiss. At that moment, I wished he could really make love to me. It just seemed too complicated to me to go through right then. As Trent came down, he was buckling his pants. "Hey, hey!" he said. "You two break it up or I'm gonna have to go fuck Debbie again. Man! That is one wild bitch! Come on Ty! Let's roll." Ty gave me one last kiss. "Good night Lee Anne. Thanks." "You're welcome Ty. It was my pleasure. And thanks for the ride home. After seeing them to the door, I immediately went upstairs to join Debbie. She was in bed, already naked from her tryst with Trent. Wasting no time, she passionately began ripping my clothes off of me. We were kissing each other frantically as she did so. It was as though we'd each been longing for the moment when we could finally be completely alone with each other. Debbie pushed me onto our bed and attacked me. We made love that night over and over. I experienced an amazing range of feelings and emotions as my beautiful wife showed me in everything she did just how much she truly loved me. I slept like a baby that night, cuddled securely next to my sweet wife. I awoke the next morning to the touch of her fingernails softly stroking my breasts. When I opened my eyes, Debbie was staring at me, smiling lovingly. "Good morning sunshine," she cooed. "Good morning," I replied. "Sleep well?" she asked. "Mmmm," I answered. "I sure did." "Hey," she said. "I have an idea." Over the past few weeks I'd come to be a little skeptical whenever Debbie or Regina Rae or Carla, "had an idea". It typically had meant trouble for me. So, I cautiously asked, "Oh yeah? And what might the idea be?" "Wellll," she continued, providing further evidence to my concern. "Since we're all alone here today, I was thinking it might be fun if we played a little fantasy game - just for fun." "Okay," I said. "And just what kind of fantasy game do you have in mind?" She grinned mischievously. "I was thinking that it would be fun if you would get up, go get dressed in one of Mimi's maid outfits, and then go make my breakfast and bring it to me in bed. And then, for the rest of the day, you could be my maid and call me 'Mistress' and stuff." She watched for my reaction, anxious to see if I'd be upset. When I didn't reply immediately, she asked, "So? What do you think?" I was mulling it over in my mind. It actually was an intriguing idea. I had been enthralled at how sexy Mimi and Candy looked in their maid's outfits. It might actually be fun, I thought. Plus, Debbie had made me feel so wonderful last night. It would be a nice way of showing her my appreciation for loving me so much and making me feel so complete. As I worked my way through it, I embraced her idea and smiled, "Okay! I'll do it!" "Oh goody!" she squealed. "I love you so much Lee Anne! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Seizing the moment, she said, "Okay! Up for you! I'm going to relax here in bed while you get ready. But hurry! I'm starved!" I laughed at her enthusiasm as I quickly hopped out of bed. I showered and primped a bit before going down the hall to Mimi's room to select an outfit. Mimi was very orderly. Her various maids' outfits were hung neatly in her closet. I chose a classic black that was outlined with white lace at the hem and around the sleeves and bodice. I found her petticoats in a chest at the foot of her bed, and selected a full white petticoat. Looking through her bureau I found a pair of black bloomers lined over the bottom with several rows of white lace, as well as a garter belt and black fishnet stockings. In another drawer I selected a black, full-cup bra. I was excited as I carefully adorned myself in Mimi's clothes. I got hard as I did so. To complete the outfit, I looked in her closet for a pair of heels. I decided to really go all of the way, so I picked a pair with five- inch spikes. After slipping them on my feet, I stood and turned to look at myself in her mirror. I gasped. I looked so sexy! I loved myself! Really! I looked so hot! I smiled at my image and then faux fanned my flame. 'Better go start breakfast.' I thought. 'Before I rape myself!' Walking in the five-inch heels was a bit of a task. I descended the stairs carefully. The last thing I needed was to fall. I entered the kitchen and began sorting through the refrigerator to come up with something for breakfast. Mimi and I had bought some fresh fruit the day before, so I selected some melon and strawberries. I sliced a few bagels and put them in the toaster. I made a pot of coffee as I sliced the melon and berries. Looking in the back yard, I noticed a few daffodils had bloomed. I went outside and snipped a few, returned and found a vase to put them in. I organized everything on a tray, checked to make sure I was satisfied with the presentation, and carried the tray to Debbie. As I entered her room, I announced, "Breakfast is served!" Debbie was sitting up in bed reading Vogue magazine. She smiled brightly as I entered. "Oh my!" she exclaimed. "How scrumptious looking! And the breakfast too!" I beamed at her enthusiasm. "Let me adjust your pillows so you can eat comfortably in bed." She leaned forward as I fluffed her pillows. When she settled back, I placed the tray across her lap and then tucked her napkin inside of her gown. "Well, well," she said. "This looks delightful honey. Thank you so much!" "You're quite welcome," I answered. "Is there anything else that I can get for you?" "Hmmm," she sighed as she thought. "Perhaps a foot massage? While I eat?" I looked at her questioningly. "Is something wrong honey?" she asked. "Er, no," I replied. "I suppose not. I guess I thought I might eat breakfast with you. That's all." "Oh," she said. "I'm sorry. I thought you would have already eaten. No, honey. I think if the fantasy is going to work, you have to really serve me today - as my maid. In fact, I wish you'd refer to me as 'Mistress' when you address me. Would you do that for me sweetie?" I was a little confused. I hadn't thought Debbie would take this too seriously. It was fun to dress up as a maid and to fix Debbie her breakfast, but I wasn't prepared for how far she seemed to want to take her little game. Still, I had agreed to play. I couldn't very well back out this quickly. So, I nodded, forced a smile and said, "Of course Mistress Debbie. I'd be delighted to massage your feet." With that, I pulled the covers from her feet, grasped one, and began softly massaging her feet. For her part, Debbie dove in to her breakfast. "Mmmmm," she exclaimed. "This fruit is delicious! I'll have some of this tomorrow morning I think." "Yes Mistress Debbie," I responded. Debbie watched me intently as I settled in to the task at hand. After a while she spoke. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look in that dress Lee Anne?" I smiled. "Thank you Mistress Debbie. I'm glad you like it." "Oh, I don't just like it luv," she continued. "I love it! I might just have to keep you in it," she laughed. A feeling of dread spread through me. 'Oh no!' I thought. 'I hope this isn't going to get out of control like everything else that has happened to me lately.' Still playing along with Debbie's fantasy, I simply replied, "Yes Mistress Debbie," and continued massaging her feet. Debbie finished her breakfast and then went back to reading her magazine. After a while, she announced, "I think I'm going to get up honey. Would you mind drawing my bath?" Accepting my role for the day, I answered, "Of course Mistress Debbie." I stopped massaging her foot and went to our bathroom to turn on the water. "Would you put some bath oil in for me sweetie?" she called. "Yes Mistress," I replied. When her bath was ready, I went to her and announced, "Your bath is ready Mistress." "Thank you baby," Debbie replied. "I'll be right there." When Debbie entered the bathroom, she walked to me and held her arms above her head, indicating to me that I should remove her gown. I grasped her nightie at the hem and pulled it over Debbie's head. I silently marveled at what a vision Debbie was. I really did worship her. Debbie was smiling at me, almost as if she were reading my mind, as she held her hand out for me to assist her in stepping into the bath. She sat back in the hot water and sighed her satisfaction. "Mmmm," she moaned. "This feels nice." I stood by as she relaxed in the soothing water. "I'm glad you like it Mistress. Is there anything else I can do?" "Yes dear," she replied. "Would you mind scrubbing my back?" she asked as she held up a sponge. "Of course Mistress," I replied. Kneeling beside the tub, I applied liquid soap to the sponge, squeezing it to make it sudsy. I gently rubbed her shoulders and then worked my way down her back. Without being told, I moved to her chest and continued washing her soft skin. Receiving no objection from her, I spent a little extra time on her breasts. Debbie lied back in the tub, eyes closed, content to allow me to bathe her. After lingering on her breasts, I worked lower, eventually reaching her cunnie, softly scrubbing her sex. When I'd finished washing her, I silently remained kneeling by the tub, watching Debbie in such a peaceful state. I felt so fortunate to have her love. I would have done anything for her. I must have drifted off to another world. Debbie's voice drew me from my reverie. "Lee Anne? Lee Anne?" I heard her query me. "Yes," I replied. "Are you alright?" she asked. "Yeah. Yeah," I answered. "I guess I was daydreaming." "Right," she said. "Well, would you mind helping me out of the tub before I shrivel up? And drying me off?" "Of course," I answered. Debbie looked at me funny. "What?" I asked, confused. Debbie hesitated, and then said, "Are you forgetting something already Lee Anne?" It suddenly hit me. Right. "Yes Mistress Debbie. Let me get a towel for you." I then helped her out and softly patted her dry. By now, it was mid- day. I wondered how we would spend the rest of the day. "Lee Anne dear," Debbie asked. "Would you mind selecting a bathing suit and wrap for me to wear? I think I'll lounge by the pool today." "Yes Mistress," I replied. "Er, will I be joining you?" I asked. Looking confused, Debbie asked, "How do you mean honey?" "I mean, will I be joining you by the pool?" "I hardly think so," she rebuked me. "You can't serve me as my maid and lounge with me like a girlfriend at the same time, now can you?" Disappointed, I sullenly answered, "No. Of course you're right Mistress. I'll select a suit for you." I left her in the bathroom and went to pick out a bathing suit for her. Looking through her suits, I found a Becca bikini with a matching cover-up. The bikini had a sliding halter-top in red-hot hues streaked with rainbow threads and patterned with burnout-like flourishes. The sexy suit, made of a combination of nylon, polyester, and spandex, had a beautiful coconut detail at the neckline. The cover-up matched and wrapped around with an inside tie and matching belt. The cover-up fell to just below the butt, leaving little to the imagination. I carried the suit and cover-up to Debbie in her dressing area. She expressed her approval as she applied her make-up for the day. Not sure what to do, I decided to make our bed and straighten our room. I was applying the finishing touch to the bed when Debbie entered. I stopped cold. She looked amazing. I was frustrated that I wouldn't be spending the day lounging with her. "Very nice dear," she said. "Thank you for tidying things up. I'm going to go out by the pool. If I need anything, I'll let you know." Debbie left to go downstairs, leaving me alone in our bedroom, being a maid. When she left, I plopped down in a chair and started to fume. This was not what I had in mind for our weekend. So far, I wasn't having nearly as much fun with Debbie's fantasy as she was. I wanted to confront her about it, but decided that I'd play it out a little longer and then go out back and let her know I wasn't willing to do it all day. I decided to retrieve my clothes from Debbie's car and get them organized for work the next week. Oddly, I didn't even give a thought to what the neighbors might think at seeing me dressed as a maid. I assumed they wouldn't think it was me, as I didn't remotely look like Lee anymore. I looked like a girl. After organizing all of my new clothes, I went downstairs to clean up the kitchen from breakfast and to fix lunch. I made up my mind that I'd eat lunch with Debbie and tell her that I wasn't having as much fun as she was. As I cleaned up, I watched Debbie outside by the pool. She was on the telephone, talking animatedly to someone. I speculated that she was telling Regina Rae and Carla what she was doing to me today. After fixing lunch - chicken salad sandwiches, fruit salad and tea - I prepared to arrange things on a tray to serve. As I did, the front door bell rang. I wondered who it could be. I hesitated answering the door dressed as I was. Then I thought that no one would be able to recognize me, so I may as well see who it was. I walked to the door, my heels clicking on the marble tile as I approached. When I opened the door I found the shock of my life. Standing before me, suitcases at their side, were Debbie's parents. I don't know how they could have not noticed the utter shock and astonishment in my expression. I have no idea how I was able to think at all, much less think as quickly as I did. Nonetheless, I gathered myself and said, "Hello. May I help you?" I showed no sign of recognizing them. Debbie's mother looked quizzically at her husband, then back to me. "Er, yes. Are Debbie and Lee home? We're Debbie's parents, Christine and Kyle Jackson. They aren't expecting us. We're on a bit of an impromptu vacation and decided to surprise them. We haven't seen them in so long." I answered, "Mrs. Montgomery is home. Mr. Montgomery is, er, out. Let me get Mrs. Montgomery for you. Won't you come in? I'll go get her." "Yes," Mrs. Jackson said. "Thank you. I didn't realize that Lee and Debbie had a maid. What is your name?" Caught off guard, I said the first thing that came to mind. "I'm called Mimi ma'am." "Oh! How cute!" she exclaimed. "Thank you ma'am," I answered. "I'll be right back. Please make yourselves at home," I said as I motioned to the couch in the living room. I turned and quickly went to tell Debbie how her little fantasy idea had just blown up on our faces. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!' I thought to myself. 'This sucked so bad!' I closed the door to our patio behind me. Hurrying to Debbie, I addressed her in a state of panic, "Debbie! Debbie! We are in big trouble! You are not going to believe who is here!" Debbie sat up in her chair and looked at me with an angry expression on her face. "Have you forgotten so soon how you are to address me Lee Anne?" she demanded. Ignoring her, I continued, "We don't have time for your little game right now Debbie! Your fucking parents are in our living room! What are we going to do? How are you going to explain the absence of your husband and the presence of a maid? Can you answer that for me?" I asked, completely flustered. Debbie's expression revealed her understanding of the seriousness of the situation. "Are you serious?" she asked. "They're here? Right now?" "I'm serious as a heart attack, which is what I nearly had when I opened the door and saw them standing there. They have their suitcases too! I think they plan to stay with us!" "Oh my!" Debbie exclaimed, sharing my surprise. She thought a few moments before continuing. "Well, of course they have to stay here. After all, they're my parents. The question is, how do we handle it? Look honey, I know this has caught us off guard, but I'm sure they'll only stay a day or two. I think we can deal with this if you'll just go along with a plan I'm working through in my mind. Will you?" Unwilling to commit to anything without hearing about it, I said, "I don't know. Let's hear it." I was furious that I let myself get caught in this situation. "Okay. Here's what I'm thinking," she began. "If you'll agree to pretend to be my maid for the weekend, I think I can finesse us through this. As for how I explain Lee's absence, I think now is as good of a time as any to address this question. Do you want my parents to know you have been turned into a sissy?" Ouch! That hurt! However, she was right. I had been feminized. And I most definitely did not want her parents to know. So I answered her, "No. That idea does not appeal to me." "Fine," she declared. "Then I think I need to give them a story that removes Lee from my life. That way I won't have to keep answering questions about him. I'm going to tell them we've separated and that we're getting a divorce. I'll tell them that my settlement with you, as a successful lawyer, was substantial, and that I decided to treat myself and hire a maid - you. I'll let them spend the weekend consoling me and then they'll leave and we can move on. All you have to do is be a maid for the weekend. Do you think you can do that?" I was fucked. What else could I do? I was unwilling to go with the truth. That left me with no choice. I wanted to cry. I stewed a few more minutes thinking it over. "Come on honey," she urged. "I can't keep them waiting all day! They're my parents!" "Alright! Alright!" I said. "I guess I don't really have a choice. Fuck! I can't believe this!" In a wasted effort at trying to sooth me, Debbie touched me on the side of my face and said, "There, there honey. It will be alright. I promise. We'll get through this. Just do what you've been doing all morning. Think how lucky we are. What if they'd come home and found you as Lee Anne? Or worse, if they'd found you as Lee Anne and Mimi was here as well? Then what would we do? At least now we have a good cover story. Now, we need to think of a name for you. Got any ideas?" I looked sheepishly at her. "Yeah," I answered. "I do. Actually, I already told them you call me 'Mimi'." "Oh my!" Debbie grinned. "That's perfect! Okay then. You're Mimi the rest of the weekend. Now, let's buck it up and go face this honey. You can do it. I know you can." Debbie turned to go inside and confront her parents. I felt like I was about to face a firing squad. Part of me wished I were. As soon as Debbie entered the house, her entire demeanor changed. She screeched her joy at seeing her parents. "Mommy! Daddy! How are you? This is such an amazing surprise! What in the world? I had no idea you were coming!" Her mother wrapped her arms around her and gave her a huge hug as her dad looked on. "Hi baby," her mother exclaimed. "Oh my! Look at you! You look amazing! So fit and trim! I love your suit! How have you been?" "I've been fabulous Mommy!" She let go of her mother and turned her attention to her dad. Hugging him she said, "Hi Daddy! It's so great to see you!" "You too honey," he said over her shoulder. "You too! Your mother and I have missed you so much. We hardly ever hear from you any more. In fact, we've tried to call you all week to let you know we were coming, but no one ever answers the phone here." Responding, Debbie said, "Oh yeah. Well, I've actually just returned from a trip of my own with some girlfriends I've recently become acquainted with. We've been to St. Thomas." "Really?" her mother said. "That sounds nice. And it certainly explains your lovely tan. So, where is Lee? Your maid said he was out." Debbie hesitated before she answered her mother. She acted a bit uncomfortable. Finally, she swallowed hard, and said, "Mommy. Daddy. I don't know how to say this, but Lee has left me for another woman." Debbie immediately broke down and began crying uncontrollably. As her parents began trying to console her, I wondered where she came up with such a story. I mean, it was one thing to say we were separated. Why did she have to make me look like such a bad guy in the eyes of her parents? And of course, I couldn't say a word to defend myself, since I wasn't supposed to be me. This whole situation was sucking more and more all of the time. Debbie's mother kept repeating, "There, there sweetie. There, there. It's alright. Why don't you calm down and tell us what happened. Your father and I had no idea anything was wrong between you and Lee." After a prolonged crying show for the benefit of her parents, Debbie slowed down to sniffles as she pretended to be getting herself together. At one moment she caught my eye and she actually seemed to smile like, 'Can you believe how good I am?' When she finally stopped crying, she told her tale of our separation for the benefit of her parents. I had to hand it to her. She came up with a pretty good lie without much time to think about it. She told her parents that for the longest time I always seemed to be working late and that she wondered if I was always at work. As it turned out, she said, I was at the office, but I was having an affair with another of the female associates at the firm. When she finally realized what was going on and confronted me, I told her that if she couldn't handle it, that I'd leave for a while, and let her stay in the house. She told them that I was doing really well at the firm. She even told them that I'd recently been made partner, so I was able to provide her more than enough financial support. At first, she said she was heartbroken, but her new girlfriends had helped her a lot. She'd even been dating she added, as if that were an essential detail to her story. Debbie's father was pissed that I would treat his daughter that way. Her mother just said that things usually worked out for the best and said, "At least he's taking care of you honey. You've even got a maid!" Debbie acted like she'd forgotten I was even standing there. "Oh yeah," she said. "That's true. I almost forgot! I apologize for not introducing Mimi to you. Mommy. Daddy. I'd like you to meet Mimi. She's only been working for me for a few weeks. A good friend of mine recommended her to me. She's been a big help to me since Lee left. And not just taking care of things around here. But she's kept me company and been a true source of consolation when I've been lonely." Mrs. Jackson turned her attention to me. "Mimi, it's my pleasure to meet you dear. Thank you so much for taking such good care of our daughter." Now drawn into the conversation, I had no choice but to play along with the story Debbie had begun. "It has been my pleasure ma'am. Mistress Debbie treats me well. I am happy to serve her." Debbie's father interrupted. "Mistress Debbie?!" he teased his daughter. "That's interesting!" "Well Daddy," Debbie explained. "My good friend, Regina Rae, who recommended Mimi to me, tells me it is essential to an appropriate master/servant relationship that each person in the relationship understand their respective positions." Mr. Jackson gave me a long, a little too intense (for me), look. I felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. "I'll say this for her," he observed. "She sure knows how to dress the part!" "Kyle!" exclaimed Mrs. Jackson. "You naughty boy!" Smiling like a man who's used to his wife calling him "naughty", Mr. Jackson replied, "Hey! Just commenting on the obvious hon." Debbie seemed anxious to move the discussion away from me. "Hey! Mimi was just serving me lunch by the pool. Have ya'll eaten yet?" Mrs. Jackson answered, "No honey. We haven't. And I'm famished! Lunch sounds wonderful!" "Okay then," Debbie said. "Mimi? Do you have enough chicken salad made that you can accommodate my parents?" I immediately replied, "Yes Mistress." "Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Then we'll go on out by the pool while you work things up. After you serve lunch, why don't you take my parents' things to the guest room." She then led her parents toward the patio. As she walked away, she seemed to think of something. Speaking to her parents, she told them to go on out by the pool. She came back to me and spoke softly, "Honey. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you being such a good sport about this. I promise - it will be over in a day or two." I was sullen and unhappy, and it showed on my face. Still, I could think of no better idea and, ultimately, I was committed to making Debbie happy. So I said, "Sure honey." "Thank you," she said as she turned to join her parents. "Oh. One more thing sweetie. Would you mind checking the sheets on the guest bed? Make sure they're clean. And, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like it if you'd begin curtsying like Mimi and Candy do. After what I told my dad about how important it is for maids to behave a certain way, I think it's important if you play it up really good." She then sauntered out to join her parents, leaving me standing alone in the kitchen processing what was happening. I had never felt so alone. Debbie seemed all too comfortable ordering me around. Reconciling myself to the inevitable, I went to work preparing lunch for Debbie's parents. I prepared a second tray and carried it out by the pool. As I approached, I noticed Mr. Jackson watching me closely. He smiled as I approached. He was obviously taken with me. After setting the tray on the table I addressed Debbie, "Will there be anything else Mistress?" "No Mimi. That will be all for now. Please attend to my parents' room." "Yes Mistress," I replied as I curtsied before departing. As I crossed the patio I heard Debbie's mother whispering. Somehow, I just knew they were talking about me. These were going to be the longest two days in my life. I found myself wishing for Monday so I could go to back to work to face the challenge of re-incorporating myself into my law firm as a woman. There really was nothing like one stressful event to place another stressful event into perspective. I busied myself preparing the guest room. The sheets did need cleaning. I set Mr. and Mrs. Jackson's suitcases on the bed, thinking it best that I allow them to unpack their things. I set out clean towels and wash clothes, checked the toilet paper to make sure the roll was full, and made sure there was soap and shampoo in the shower. Once I was satisfied that everything was in order, I gathered the dirty bedclothes and took them downstairs to put them in the wash. Passing the kitchen window, I looked out back to see what Debbie and her parents were doing. They were laughing, talking and generally having a very good time. It wasn't what you'd expect from a daughter and parents who were trying to console her over her recent separation. Debbie caught my eye and signaled for me. I went out back, approached, and curtsied as I neared them. "Yes Mistress?" I asked. Laughing, Debbie said, "Mimi dear. Would you mind fetching some cocktails for my parents and me?" "Certainly Mistress. What would everyone like?" Mr. Jackson said he'd like a cold beer. Mrs. Jackson wanted a white wine spritzer and Debbie wanted a champagne cocktail. After taking their orders, I curtsied and said I'd be right back. I served their drinks and returned to the laundry. Over the course of the afternoon, I refilled their drinks two more times. They became jollier and jollier as they loaded up on booze. As late afternoon approached, I decided that I should begin thinking about dinner. I knew Mimi and I had purchased plenty from which I could come up with a meal. After checking the options, I went out back to ask Debbie what she wanted me to prepare. I was actually getting into my role. I found I was relieved that I didn't have to interact in too much detail with her parents. I approached the trio by the pool, curtsied, and prepared to address Debbie. "Yes Mimi?" Debbie asked, acknowledging my presence. "I was wondering Mistress what you and your parents would like for dinner." "Oh! Right. Dinner," she said. "Actually Mimi, my parents want to go out to dinner and to see a bit of San Francisco nightlife. So it won't be necessary for you to prepare dinner tonight. I guess you get the night off." "I see," I replied, trying to hide my disappointment. "Then, is there anything I can get for anyone?" Mr. Jackson said nothing. He simply smiled and stared at me. I felt like he was raping me with his eyes. I wondered if Debbie or her mother noticed the way he looked at me. Mrs. Jackson thanked me, but said she was fine. Debbie excused me and so I curtsied and then walked away, wondering what I was expected to do now that I had nothing to do. I realized that I wasn't going to be able to stay in my own room tonight. Otherwise, Debbie's parents would wonder what was up. I went to our bathroom to gather a few of my personal items and transferred them to Mimi's bathroom. I then sat on a settee in Mimi's room, picked up the latest volume of "Better Homes and Gardens", and idly flipped through the pages, trying to pass time. In a little while, I heard Debbie and her parents coming upstairs to get ready for dinner. After her parents closed their bedroom door, Debbie stuck her head in Mimi's room to check on me. "You okay?" she asked. I looked up from my magazine, smiling ruefully. "I've been better. Where are you taking your parents to dinner?" Hesitating, she said, "Er, that's what I want to talk to you about sweetie. My parents kind of insisted that I try to get an escort for tonight. You know? With one of the guys I told them I'd been dating?" Not liking the sound of this at all, I simply said, "Go on." "Welll," she continued. "Who was I going to call? I mean, I haven't really been dating anyone. The only guy I could think of was Chad. So, I decided to take a shot and called him. He actually seemed quite pleased and so he's going to be picking us up here in an hour." The combined anger and disappointment on my face was clear. "Please honey," Debbie implored me. "I couldn't help it. I had to do something," she pleaded for me to understand. "But listen. My parents were right next to me when I called, so I wasn't able to warn Chad about you. You'll have to tell him right away when you greet him at the door. Do you think you can do that?" 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I thought. 'Could this possibly suck any more?' I sure as hell hoped not. Not even pretending to be happy, I said, "Sure Debbie. I can do it. What the fuck choice do I have?" Debbie looked genuinely hurt. She said nothing for several seconds. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry this is so hard for you Lee Anne. I just don't know what else to do. I suppose," she added, "that we could go to my parents right now and tell them the truth about you. How would that be? Do you want to do that?" she asked. I glared back at her as her words settled on me. 'Was she fucking with me?' I wondered. "No," I answered. "You're right. I don't want to do that. Don't worry. I can do this. I'm just not happy about it. This weekend isn't turning out quite like I hoped it would." "Well," Debbie agreed, "me either. But these are my parents, after all, and I couldn't have turned them away. So we're just going to have to get through it. Now, I have to dress for dinner. Why don't you go downstairs so you can greet Chad when he arrives." "Sure," I answered, rising to go downstairs. Waiting for Chad to arrive, my anxiety level grew. I knew he'd get a kick out of seeing me dressed as a maid - on top of the fact that he'd be taking Debbie out on a date right in front of me. Before long, the doorbell rang. I summoned up all of the courage I could muster, and went to face the music. Swinging the door open, I greeted Chad, "Good evening Mr. Spencer. Won't you please come in?" Chad stood dumbfounded. I was equally dumbfounded, but for a different reason. Chad was wearing a tuxedo. 'Where in the world were they going to dinner?' I wondered. He was obviously just as shocked to see me dressed as a maid. "Lee Annnnne?" he said, disbelief lacing his tone. I put my finger to my lips. "Ssshhhh," I warned him. "I'm Mimi." He just looked me over. "Wow! You look hot - er, ah, Mimi. What's going on here?" I told him it was a bit of a long story, but that Debbie's parents had dropped in unexpectedly while she and I were playing a little fantasy game. It kind of got out of control and so I had to spend the weekend as Debbie's maid. He laughed and said, "Well! Isn't that special?!" I blushed and replied, "Yes. Isn't it? Now, just play along with us and don't let on to her parents. Understand?" "Sure," he said. "I've got no problem with anything. Say, ah, Mimi," he chuckled. "Could you fix me a drink while I wait?" "I was just about to offer Mr. Spencer," I smiled. "Won't you follow me? By the way, you certainly look handsome. Where are you going tonight?" My curiosity about why he was wearing a tuxedo was killing me. "Well," he began. "Debbie told me she wanted to show her parents a good time, so I've made reservations at The Wharf and then we're going to go to a nightclub for dancing. She said her father had traveled with his tuxedo. Apparently, he and her mother like dressing up when they go out. So I thought it would be a good idea if I wore mine. I'm glad you like it. By the way, how was your vacation?" "Swell," I answered curtly. I was fuming that Debbie would go to such extremes knowing that I was going to have to sit home and wonder what was going on. "I can't wait to get back to work though." "Ha!" he laughed. "Looks like you're already working." "Very funny," I replied. "Scotch on the rocks?" "Sure thing. Thanks." I went to prepare Chad's cocktail. When I returned, Debbie's father was already downstairs, also dressed in his tux. Both men looked distinguished. Debbie's father was a very handsome and fit man. He was in his early sixties, but because he had always exercised, he looked fantastic. I actually thought the grey that peppered his dark hair made him look even better. As I delivered Chad's drink, I curtsied, and addressed Mr. Jackson. "Would you like a drink sir?" Debbie's father leered at me. With neither Debbie nor Mrs. Jackson around to keep him in check, he was even more blatant in his lust for me. Grinning broadly, as if sharing a "guy thing" with Chad, he said, "Yeah! I'll take a beer honey. Damn! You are about the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time." Inwardly boiling that Debbie's father was turning out to be such a lush, I curtsied and said, "Of course sir. I will be right back with your beer." As I turned to walk away he gave a little whistle. Chad laughed at the way Mr. Jackson was treating me. Guys were such shits when there were no women around. I poured his beer into a frosted glass and returned to the living room. "Your beer sir," I said as I curtsied once again. I heard chatter from the top of the stairs. Mr. Jackson said to Chad, "Sounds like the girls are coming." He noticeably changed his demeanor in preparation for their entrance. Debbie and her mother came down the stairs together. The vision of mother and daughter was breathtaking. Debbie was, of course, beautiful. But her mother was equally striking. It was one of those moments when you realize that the woman you married is always going to be desirable, because her mother reveals the future. Mrs. Jackson wore a lovely Champagne royal-red dress. The gown had a ruched bodice, front and back, and was beaded in soft satin at the neckline. Small rhinestones throughout the bodice and waist highlighted the beadwork. The dress was held up by thin, spaghetti straps and had a V-neck at front and back. She wore a matching shawl around her shoulders, and royal-red three-inch heels. She wore her dark hair down, and had a diamond necklace around her neck. Regardless of her age, she looked amazing. As beautiful as Mrs. Jackson was, Debbie was even more so. She was wearing an absolutely stunning Jessica McClintock cocktail dress. It was so sexy and beautiful that I was totally pissed - both that she was wearing it for Chad and that I wasn't. It was a short, strapless white lace bustier dress, with contrasting black lace at the midriff with a ribbon sash, full skirt and contrasting black lace trim and a white petticoat. Debbie wore a ruby pendant necklace and had on three- inch black pumps. Everywhere Debbie went tonight, men would be ogling her. And all I could do was sit here alone and stew. I wished tomorrow would hurry up and arrive so this unpleasant business would be over. Chad and Mr. Jackson each whistled their appreciation at the beauty standing before them. The ladies smiled demurely as they accepted the lavish praise being poured over them. Debbie giggled, saying, "You mean this old thing? It's just something I threw on." Turning to her mother, she said, "Right Mommy?" "Of course dear. This is just some old rag I brought along in case we had to go anywhere nice," she said laughing. Chad announced that they really needed to be heading on as their reservations at The Wharf were in a half of an hour. Debbie excused herself for a moment and asked me to join her in the kitchen. When we got there she held her arms out to her side and asked, "So? How do I look?" I looked at her uncomfortably. "Are you serious?" I asked. "You're actually asking me that? Jeez Debbie! You look unbelievable! I can't believe you've dressed up so much for Chad! I have to tell you. I hate this! I absolutely hate it!" "Oh come on," she tried to reassure me. "We're going to a really nice restaurant. I had to dress up. Besides, it's what my parents want. I really have no choice." Then, smiling coyly, she continued, "I look that good, huh?" "Yeah," I admitted. "You look amazing!" "Thank you. I'm glad you approve. Now, I don't know what time we'll be home, so I wanted to tell you that you don't need to wait up for us. I guess you already realize that you'll have to sleep in Mimi's room tonight." "Sure," I replied unhappily. "I guess I'll see you in the morning. I'll fix breakfast and serve it on the patio." "Thanks honey," she said softly as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. "Goodnight," she said as she turned to join her parents and Chad. After they left, I wandered around the house aimlessly. Time dragged. I didn't know what to do. All I could think about was Debbie out having fun with Chad, probably not even thinking of me, or how I felt, or anything. I would be so glad when this was over. Finally, after a few hours of fretting and fussing over something I had no control over, I went upstairs to get ready for bed. After removing Mimi's dress and petticoats, I replaced them in her closet as she had organized them. I wanted to be careful not to mess up her things. I opened her bureau and checked out her sleepwear. Mimi tended toward pink and shorties. I selected a cute, pink babydoll outlined with black lace and a matching pair of pink briefs with several rows of black lace on the bottom. I settled in to bed and tried, unsuccessfully, to not think about what Debbie was doing. The last I remembered, the clock read one o'clock in the morning. I should have been thankful that I was finally able to sleep, releasing my mind from the subjects that worried me so. If only I could have never awakened. Just when I thought the events transpiring around me couldn't get worse, I woke up to the sound of Debbie and her parents returning home from their night on the town. ********************************************************************* This story is continued in Chapter Twenty-eight, "Honey - Try To Understand!" I hope you enjoy it. Please keep your comments coming. Really. I can take it. But no more reactions from me. I'm just going to write and let the critics have their say. Hugs, Lee Anne It's okay to READ stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn't okay to HAVE unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! *********************************************************************