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Salt and Pepper, Sugar and Spice Chapter 8 Two Girls in Paris On Monday, Jason walked into the apartment, and said to Ronnie, "Well, how long do you want to spend in France?" "Why?" "Well, I have all summer. They didn't understand, and figured that the job wasn't that important to me." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. With their attitude, I figure I wouldn't have been happy there any way." Ronnie wrapped her arms around Jason's neck, and they held each other. Two days later her parents were picking them up at the airport. It was a tearful reunion between Ronnie and her mother. And, Ronnie hugged her father for a long time. Instead of going directly to the Guischard's home, they went to the hospital. Ronnie's grandfather was still in intensive care, and they could only see him for short periods of time. Ronnie's grand-mere was there, along with a couple aunts and uncles. Again, more tearful greetings. Ronnie and Jason were able to see her grandfather for only a few minutes, and he was able to manage a smile for her. As Ronnie's mother was driving them home, she told them that the doctors had told the family that they felt that the next few days would tell if he would survive or not. Ronnie just looked at Jason, and the tears started. And, Jason just held her. Over the next few days, Ronnie and Jason were back and forth to the hospital a number of times each day. And, it appeared that her grand-pere was starting to improve. On their fourth day there, he was moved to regular room, and his condition continued to improve. One day as they were leaving the hospital after a visit, Ronnie said to Jason, "Thanks for being here." Jason replied, "Where else would I be." "I love you." A week later Ronnie and Jason were alone in the Guischard home. Her grand- pere had improved, and been moved to a nursing home. Ronnie's mother had insisted that she and Ronnie's father get away for a week to relax. And, they had invited Ronnie and Jason to go along, but Ronnie just wanted to be alone with Jason. Even though her grand-pere continued to improve, Ronnie just moped around the house, not wanting to do much of anything. One morning, Jason, finally having enough, and said, "We're going for a ride." "No," Jaimie replied, "I just want to stay here." "Little missy. Did I say there was a choice. I said that we are going for a ride!" She just looked at him, and knew he meant it. Fifteen minutes later they were heading out of town, and down the coast. It didn't take Ronnie long to figure out where they were going. Jason was taking her to that little fishing village where they had been married. Later they were pulling into the little church where they'd been married. He got out, walked around, opened the door, and helped Ronnie out of the car. He took her hand, and they walked toward the church. Inside, Father James was just beginning a mass, they sat in the back of the church, and participated in the mass along with a dozen or so others. After the mass, the priest was greeting the parishioners at the door, and Ronnie and Jason were the last to leave. "My children," Father James said, "I'm so happy to see you again." "Thank you father," Jason replied. "What brings you back to France?" Jason filled the priest in on what had happened with Ronnie's grand-pere, and how she had been depressed. And, that he had finally decided that she needed to get out, and go some place with happier memories. They walked back into the church, sat in a pew, and talked for a long time, with the priest doing most of the talking with Ronnie. After more than an hour, they thanked the priest for spending so much time with them, and started walking toward the cafe. She was holding onto his arm very tightly, and she finally said, "Thank you." "For what?" "For making me come here." "Really?" "I was really down, and it was getting worse." "I know." "And, coming here really helped." "I'm glad. I was really getting worried about you. Your grand-pere is improving, and you were still down. I wasn't sure what was going on with you. And, I figured that you needed to talk with someone, and that Father James was that person." They ordered their meal, and talked for a long time. From their conversation, he was beginning to see what was bothering her so much, she was afraid that something would happen to her parents, and she wouldn't be there for them. He finally said, "Would you like to move back to France?" "What?" "Would you like to move back here after we graduate?" "We couldn't." "Why not?" "You would do that?" "For you. Yes." "But, why?" "I think you're worried that something will happen to your parents, and you wouldn't be here for them." "You'd do that?" "Yes. But, we don't have to decide right now. Just remember that we'll do it, if you want to." "You are so special." And, she leaned over, and kissed him. "Just promise me that you'll talk to me when something is bothering you, no matter how small it seems?" "I will." "Promise?" "I promise." Jason noticed that Ronnie was starting to get the twinkle back in her eyes. And, he just sat there, smiling, and looking at her. The drive back to Brest was a lot happier than the drive down to the fishing village. The next day at breakfast, with a gleam in her eyes, and a sly little smile, Ronnie said, "I wish we had brought Jaimie with us." "Why?" Jason asked. "I just thought it might be fun to spend a day or so with her." "Oh, I'm not fun to be with?" "Of course you are. It's just different with her. It's a girlfriend thing." "So, what would you like to do?" "Oh I don't know. Maybe hit a few night clubs, maybe go to Paris for a night." "We can still go without Jaimie." "That would be fun. But, two girls can have more fun." "You're nuts." "Yea. But, it would still be fun," Ronnie said, with a grin. "Is my old Ronnie back?" "Thanks to you, and Pere James." "And, how do you propose to bring Jaimie to France?" "We could go shopping." "I knew it. The French girl wants to go shopping. But, we'd need everything." "I know. But, not that much." "It could get expensive." "There are thrift stores here in France too." "All right. But, only if we find things that I really like." "Don't worry, we will. Besides, I think we'll just do a casual thing." It wasn't long until they were in a very nice thrift store, and wandering the isles looking at everything. Jason was surprised at all the nice things they had. Shoes, bras, panties, slacks, blouses, skirts, dresses, and even wigs. While Jason was looking around, Ronnie went up to one of the clerks, explained that they were going to a costume party, and that her husband was going as a girl. And, they were wondering if there would be a problem with him trying some things on. The clerk said, that they had many men buy women's clothes from them, and there wouldn't be a problem trying things on. Ronnie thanked her, and went back to where Jason was. Jason asked, "What was that all about?" "Oh nothing much," Ronnie replied, "I just wanted to be sure that they didn't mind if you try on some girl's clothes." "What?" "I told her you were going to a costume party as a girl. And, she thought nothing of it." "You, little missy, are nothing but trouble." "You're complaining?" Jason just shook his head. As they wandered the store, they first found him a bra, and a couple pairs of thongs. Then, they found a very nice pair of black satin pants, and a pair of boot cut, back zip, jeans. A dark red silk blouse, and a white embroidered blouse. Ronnie led Jason to a changing room, where he tried everything on. Ronnie was happy with the way everything looked. Then it was off to look at shoes, and Jason spotted a pair of lace up ankle boots with a two-inch heel, and said, "How about these?" "Hmm. You don't have any boots, and those are cute. Lets see if they fit." Jason sat, took off the shoes he was wearing, and slipped on the boots. He tied the laces, and stood up. They were a little tight, but didn't feel too bad. A lady, also looking at shoes, gave Jason a very strange look. Ronnie smiled at her, and said, "Parti de costume." The lady nodded, and smiled, a knowing smile. The wigs were all located behind a counter, while Ronnie and Jason were looking them over, the same clerk that Ronnie had talked to, walked up to them, and asked if she could help. Ronnie pointed to a couple of the wigs, and asked if Jason could try them on. Without hesitation, but with a knowing smile, the clerk got the wigs, handed Jason a wig cap, and showed them to a place where he could try them on. Jason sat at the small dressing table, which was surrounded on three sides by mirrors, and slipped on the wig cap. Ronnie helped him carefully put on the first wig, a long curly, blond one. Then the second, another long one, but with straight black hair. The black wig brought out something, and looked sexy on him. Ronnie had him turn around, so that she could look at it, she fussed with it for a second, and said, "This works." Just then the clerk walked up, to check on them, and said, "Tres mignon." (Very cute.) Ronnie smiled at her, and said, "Oui. C'est lui, n'est pas il." (Yes. It is him, isn't it.) Jason's French was good enough to know what the exchange between the two girls was, and smiled to himself. Next was some jewelry. Most of the earrings the shop had were for pierced ears, and Ronnie said, "Girlfriend, we've got to get your ears pierced." Jason just looked at her, and frowned. They finally did find a nice pair of dangly clip on earrings, a couple bracelets, a few rings, and a necklace. They had found enough clothes to allow Jaimie to go out, and it had only taken a couple of hours. And, as they were checking out, the clerk, smiled at Jason, and said in perfect English, "Have fun being a girl." "Oh, he does," Ronnie replied with a grin. "You speak English," Jason said. "Yes. I heard you two speaking English. It's my second language. I worked in England for a while, so I learned it there. Have fun at your party." "We will." On the way home, Jason said, "How about makeup, and breasts?" "Did you see the makeup case that I brought with me?" "Yea." "Well, there's enough makeup in there to make you look very sexy. Your breasts? We'll figure something out. You may not be showing cleavage, but you'll have a pair." That evening, after dinner, Ronnie had Jason try everything on. And, Jaimie was back. They used some nylons in his bra, it looked all right, and the blouses covered the bra in such away that you couldn't tell they weren't real. Ronnie helped Jason put on the wig, and it did bring out something in Jaimie, something dark, and sexy. Ronnie styled it a little, stood back, smiled, and said, "Girlfriend. You look fantastic. I don't know if I'm going to let you go out looking like this, or just keep you to myself." "I'm all yours," Jaimie said with a grin. "Let me do your makeup, and see what we can do for a look." A little while later, Ronnie had given Jaimie a new look. Almost a Goth look, she darkened his eyebrows, used dark eye makeup, and dark lipstick. She looked closely at Jaimie, and had an idea. As she walked towards the bedroom door, she said, "I'll be right back. And, no fair looking." She was gone for a few minutes, and Jaimie had trouble not looking. When Ronnie finally came back, she was carrying three black boxes. The first box contained a black satin choker style necklace with a cameo on it, she carefully placed the choker around Jaimie's neck, and tied it. The other box contained a pair of very fancy long earrings, made of fine gold wire in a fancy design wrapped around a large black stone. And, they were clip ons. She removed the earrings that they had purchased, from Jaimie's ears, and replaced them with the ones that she had carried in, with the comment, "Girlfriend. You're getting your ears pierced when we get back to the States. It's time you become fashionable." "Can I look yet?" Jaimie asked. "Yes." Jaimie turned, and looked in the mirror. And, just stared. "Something wrong?" Ronnie asked. "Yea. This is too sexy for me." "Sexy yes, but I love this look on you. Almost Goth, but not. The black wig, and dark makeup, contrast against you pale skin, and looks just fantastic." "But, it will draw attention." "So?" "But, it might be the wrong kind of attention." "What kind?" "Guys." Jaimie handed Ronnie another box, and said, "Wear this next to your wedding band just like you do at home." Jaimie opened the box, and there was an engagement style ring in it. She slipped it on next to her male wedding band, looked at it, and said, "I guess it should work." "You know it will. You'll get looked at, lusted over, but you shouldn't get hit on, especially if we pretend to be lovers." "Pretend?" "Well, girl and girl lovers." "Gee," Jaimie said with a grin, "I thought we were lesbian lovers." "Now who's being bad." Jason spent the rest of the evening as Jaimie, and could tell that Ronnie had really come out of her depression. Being able to interact with Jaimie was helping her. And, Jaimie was also feeling good. Something just felt right. Toward the end of the evening, Ronnie became very amorous. This hadn't happened since she had learned how sick her grandfather was. On Friday the girls were in Paris. This was the first time that Jaimie had ever traveled, and was a little nervous getting on the plane, but by the time they landed at Orly she was her old self. Ronnie had made hotel reservations for them, and a quick cab ride had them at the hotel. After they had settled in, they had a few hours for shopping before the clubs that she wanted to visit opened. It was a short walk to a very nice shopping area, with lots of small shops catering to discriminating shoppers. Ronnie and Jaimie were in and out of most of them, not buying, but just looking, and having fun like two girlfriends would. But, they both saw a number of things that would look really nice on either of them. One shop was just too much for Ronnie. They had a number of cute, short, pleated skirts, and she found one that she just fell in love with. And, she said to Jaimie, "I've always wanted to get you a skirt like this. They're so cute." And, it wasn't long before they were walking out of the store with a package. Just down the street Jaimie stopped and looked at a display in a shop window. Ronnie, looked over her shoulder, and said, "Sexy, aren't they lover?" "Very sexy. But, they look uncomfortable." "You get use to them after awhile. Come on, let's go in." The walked into the shop, and the proprietress, who was helping a customer, said, "I'll be with you shortly." Ronnie said, "Thank you. We're just looking." "That will be fine." Jaimie couldn't take her eyes off of the customer that the proprietress was helping, She appeared to be in her early thirties, very nice looking, and except for the corset she was being fitted for, was completely naked. The corset stopped just below her breasts, and left nothing to the imagination between her legs. Ronnie whispered, "Stop staring." "Sorry. But, I can't believe how narrow her waist is." "I know. Some of these girls go overboard with their corsets." "Have you ever worn one?" "Yes. Mere let me wear one of hers a few times." "Neither of you need them. You both have great figures." "Thanks. But, they can give you that hour glass figure, like that woman has." The girls continued to look around the shop, and Jaimie couldn't believe how pretty some of the corsets were. And, how severe some looked. Some where done in satin, some in a very fancy brocade, and a couple in leather. Ronnie asked, "Want one?" Jaimie just looked at her with a little smile. Then it was off to a cafe for a light dinner, before heading back to the hotel to get ready for the evening. As Ronnie was getting dressed, and putting on her makeup, Jaimie took a shower. When Jaimie got out of the shower, she saw clothes laid out on the bed, and said, "You want me to wear that short skirt?" "With the dark red silk blouse, black nylons, and the boots, it will look sharp." "It's too short." "Not for your sexy legs. Lover." "But, I won't be able to sit down without showing everything." "Sure you can, just be careful, and keep your knees together." After Jaimie had put on her bra, thong, panty hose, and wig, Ronnie went to work on her makeup. When she was done, Jaimie looked sexier than she had ever before, and she said, "I don't know about this. I'm really afraid of going out looking like this." "Don't worry sweetheart. Lots of people will be looking, but that's all they'll do." "How can you be sure?" "Trust me." As the girls walked through the hotel lobby, Jaimie felt like all eyes were on them, and they were. The doorman, hailed them a cab, and wished them a nice evening. Jaimie tipped him, and said, "Merci." The cab took the girls to the part of Paris known for it's gay and lesbian scene. And, they walked the street, looking at the various clubs, and being looked at. Jaimie was still nervous about being hit on, and Ronnie whispered, "Stop looking around so much. Someone will think you're looking to be picked up. Or, are you looking to get picked up?" "Not me sweetheart." As they walked, Ronnie saw the marque on the front of the Utopia Club, and said, "Lets get a drink, and see what's going on inside." "Sure." They walked into the club, it was early, and wasn't very crowded. They found a small table against the wall, and sat close to each other, so they could people watch, and talk over the music. Jaimie looked around, became a little confused, and whispered, "Am I only seeing girls?" Ronnie smiled at her, and said, "The Utopia is a lesbian club. So, yes, girls only." "Did you know?" "Sure. Everyone knows about L'Utopia." "I didn't." "You do now love." The girls ordered drinks, sat, people watched, and enjoyed the music. Suddenly Ronnie reached over, pulled Jaimie to her, and gave her a very deep, long, passionate, kiss. When they broke the kiss, Jaimie whispered, "Not that I'm complaining. But, what was that for?" Ronnie held her face, and said, "Because I love you, and we were being checked out by a few people." Trying to move her head, Jaimie said, "Checked out?" "Don't look. But, there's been a couple of girls looking over here with more than just idle interest. One has really been staring at us. So, I figured that I'd show them we were a couple." They ordered a second round of drinks, and danced a slow dance, with Ronnie leading. After they got back to their table, another couple walked up, and one of them said, "Hi. My name's Toni, and this is Margo. Can we join you?" Ronnie said, "Sure." Toni and Margo pulled up chairs, sat, and Toni continued, "You're new here, aren't you?" "Yes. It's our first time." "I was wondering about you two, I thought you were just tourists checking out the girls. But, that kiss, was a lover's kiss." "We're tourists in a way. We're from Brest, just spending a couple days in Paris." "I see you're both wearing wedding rings. You two really married?" "Not to each other." "So, you have husbands?" "Yes. We're on a girl's getaway." "Don't blame you. So, you two are a couple when the roosters are away?" "Have been since our early teens. But, we both also like guys." "I don't know how you can. But, everyone to their own. Either of you ever have another girl friend." "No. We're committed, at least as much as we can be, to each other." "That a shame. I bet I could show you things that you couldn't even dream of." Ronnie felt Jaimie's hand grip her knee. And, Ronnie said, "What about Margo? Isn't she your lover?" "Yes. But, she loves to watch, and make it a threesome, or maybe even a foursome." "We're too committed to each other to play around." As Toni and Margo got up, Toni said, "If you change your mind, either of you, we're here almost every Friday and Saturday night." And, they walked away. "That was interesting," Ronnie said. "No it wasn't," Jaimie replied. "Worried?" "She was just too forward." "Lover. There are a lot of people like that. They see something they want, and try to take it." "You're mine. No one can have you." "I think she really wanted you. Or, maybe both of us. Someone like her doesn't even interest me." "I know. Lets get out of here." "Sure. In fact, I saw something in the entertainment flyer at the hotel that might be fun." "What?" "There's a drag show, that's supposed to be very good. Interested?" "Sure. Why not." They left the L'Utopia, grabbed a cab, and it wasn't long until they were standing in line to get into another club. Luckily it wasn't a long line, and they were inside in about ten minutes. Again, they were lucky enough to find a table, ordered a couple of drinks, and waited for the show to start. They had a great time during the show, the drag queens and female impersonators put on a really great show, and got the audience involved in it. Some of the girls were very passable, others not, and others were made up to the hilt, big hair, heavy makeup, outlandish clothes, and very high platform shoes. It was a show that Ronnie and Jaimie really enjoyed, they laughed, sang along, and just had a good time. The show lasted until almost one-thirty in the morning. Then, after the show, some of the drag queens, and female impersonators, wandered through the audience. One walked up to Ronnie and Jaimie, and said, "Well now, aren't you two very pretty." "Thank you," Jaimie said. Then looking at Jaimie, she said, "And, you honey are really pretty for a boy." "Excuse me." "Honey. It takes one to know one. You're pretty, have a nice voice, but honey you're a guy. You look better than most of our performers do. In fact if I wasn't a guy pretending to be a girl, I'd have never known, and I'd probably be hitting on you." Ronnie asked, "What gave her away?" "Just a few little things. For one, she handles her drink like a guy would. But, most people wouldn't even see it. Did you like the show?" "It was great. A lot of fun." "Thanks. And, honey," she said looking at Jaimie again, "If you ever want to perform, come on back, and we'll put you on the stage. Just tell them that Rose sent you." She then bent down, and gave both Ronnie, and Jaimie a kiss on the cheek. The girls walked the strip a little longer, looking at people, and the various clubs. Then they grabbed a cab back to the hotel, and were back in their room a little after two-thirty. And, Ronnie couldn't keep her hands off of Jaimie. And, it was almost four before they got to sleep. The next day, as usual, they were cuddled together in bed, and Ronnie was awake before Jaimie. She just laid there enjoying being close to her. When Jaimie finally stirred, she hugged her, and whispered, "Good morning lover." Jaimie rolled over, kissed her, and asked, "Morning love. Did you have fun last night?" "Sure did. It was so much fun being out in Paris with Jaimie. Did you?" "You bet. But, you know, if Mark and I hadn't had our sessions, and Sara hadn't found my feminine voice, I would have never, ever, done that. But, I'm glad I did, it was fun, even being hit on by those girls." "I've never seen you so at ease being out as Jaimie." "I know. Maybe it was being away from anyone that might know us, or maybe I'm beginning to realize that I can just be Jaimie." "I hope it's the latter. It would be much more fun." "Being able to walk down the street that way, not worrying, or caring if someone reads you as a guy, is great." "I know. If you had seen some of the looks you got, it would have embarrassed you." "Embarrassed me?" "You bet. The lust I saw from some people was amazing. And, if I hadn't put my claim on you in the lesbian bar, you would have been hit on by more then that one girl." "Really." "You bet lover. I guess I did too good of a job on you." "Never. I loved the look, once I got use to it, and the reactions." "You're getting as bad as I am." "Complaining?" "No. And, you know. It was good to see you enjoying yourself, and being your old self." "I can thank you for that." And, he gave her a big kiss. The flight back to Brest was uneventful, and Jaimie was feeling very comfortable. Late that evening the girls were back in Brest, and heading toward the Guischard home. Jaimie was just thinking about how much fun these last two days had been. And, wondering why she had so much trouble understanding herself. But, was glad that she finally did. Ronnie looked over at Jaimie, and asked, "This is the longest that you've been Jaimie. What do you think?" With a grin, Jaimie said, "I love seeing how the other half lives. And, I like what I see. Being a girl this long feels good." Ronnie looked at her with a little bit of a questioning look, and thought, 'I wonder what she meant by that?' Just then the drove up to the house, and Ronnie said, "Did you leave all those lights on?" "No. Did you?" "No. I wonder . . . " "What?" "If mere and pere are home." "Oh God, I hope not. They weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow." "I know. I hope nothing happened to grand-pere. Drive past really slow, and let me take a close look." "Well?" "They must have just gotten home. The car is in the drive way, and I saw pere carrying bags in." "Now what?" "I don't know. Any place that we could buy you some guy clothes is closed. And, they probably think we're out on the town, and will be home soon. Park out front. And, lets try and figure something out." They parked in front of the house, and just watched for awhile. Finally, they saw Ronnie's dad go into the den, and sit in his chair. Ronnie said, "He'll be asleep in five minutes." "Maybe we can sneak in the back door, and up the back stairs?" "No way. Mere has ears like a bat. She'd hear us for sure. I could never sneak in or out of the house when I lived at home." "So. What do we do?" "Maybe face the music with mere." "You mean tell her about Jaimie?" "Yea." "Ah . . . I don't know." "Mere is very liberal. And, maybe if I talk to her first." "You think?" "I guess there's only one way to find out. Pull into the drive, and I'll go talk to her." Jaimie pulled the car into the drive, Ronnie gave her a kiss, and got out of the car. Jaimie watched her walk to the back door, and into the house. And, sat there worried about what was going to happen. About ten minutes later, Ronnie was back at the car, and Jaimie asked, "Well?" "I'm not really sure. First grand-pere is fine. I told her we went to Paris, and that you did it looking like a girl. And, that you were still dressed that way. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, then asked if you had any regular clothes with you. And, I explained that we spent the last two days with you dressed only as a girl, and didn't take any of your regular clothes with us. Then I told her that you had been dressing like a girl off and on for a long time. And, that I supported you. She told me that I'd better get you in the house, and upstairs, before pere woke up. So, come on." "Oh God." "Come on. She won't bite." "Should I get this makeup off?" "No." Jaimie slowly opened the car door, took a deep breath, and got out. Ronnie took her hand, kissed her, and said, "It'll be fine." They walked to the back door of the house, and Ronnie's mere was standing there waiting for them. As they walked in, her eyes got very big when she first saw Jaimie. Then she looked at Ronnie, then back at Jaimie, and said, "Jason, I don't know why you look this way. But, we need to talk about it later. You'd better go upstairs, and change before pere wakes up." Without a word, Ronnie and Jaimie ran up the back stairs to their room. As they closed the door, Jaimie said, "She didn't seem too upset." "I know. Did you see the look on her face when she saw you?" "No." "I don't know if it was shock, surprise, or what." Ronnie changed into some comfortable clothes, and Jaimie changed back into Jason. Then Ronnie said, "Shall we go face the music." Jason looked at her, sighed, and said, "Do we have to?" "I think we'd better." She took his hand, and led him back down to the kitchen. They walked in, mere was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of tea, she looked up at them, and said, "Sit with me." Jason sat, and Ronnie fixed them each a cup of tea. Ronnie's mother looked at Jason, and said, "Do you want to talk about this?" "I guess," Jason replied. "Ronnie said that you've dressed in girls clothes since you were young." "Ronnie and I talk about this a long time ago. But, it all started when I was about eight. There was a pair of my sister Beth's panties on the hamper in the bathroom. For some reason I tried them on, and I like how they felt. . . . " And, Jason went on to tell Ronnie's mother the complete story from when he started till now. When he was done, Ronnie's mother looked at her, and said, "And, fille, you're all right with this?" "Yes mere. I'm really fine with it. It's a part of Jason, and I love him with all my heart and soul. I had to do a lot of reading on the subject, ask him a lot of questions, and I learned it was just a part of him. It wasn't going to go away. And, I also learned it could be fun in many ways. "When he went to our friend, Mark, who's a psychologist, we learned a lot about him, and his feminine side. And, I'm happy with him, and his little kink." "So, fils, you've gone out dressed?" "Yes," Jason replied, "We've been out a number of times with me dressed." "And, no one has said anything?" "No. No comments. No looks. Nothing." "And, you go shopping for clothes?" "Yes. I think that's Ronnie's favorite part." "How many people know about this?" "There's my youngest sister, Mary. Amy, Linda, the psychologist, and his wife Sara. The people who are members of the support group." "And, your mother knows?" "Yes. Like I said, from what she told us, she's known from almost the time I started. And, she talked with a friend that was in the mental health profession, and he told her, that it was just part of me, to support me, and to not embarrass me." Ronnie's mother sat there, and looked at the two of them for a while. Then said, "Jason. As long as Ronnie accepts this, I'm fine with it. She's the one that married you, and has to live with you. And, if your own mother accepts this, then I guess I shouldn't have a problem with it. I've heard about crossdressing before, but I really don't understand it. And, I don't think that Ronnie's father needs to find out, he may not understand." "I think you're right mere," Ronnie said, "Pere would never understand." "One last thing," Ronnie's mother said, "Earlier when Ronnie first came in, explained about your trip to Paris, and you looking like a girl, I was really afraid what I was going to see. But, when you walked in here, I was utterly surprised, you are as pretty as Ronnie. And, you look more like a girl than a lot of girls do." Jason smiled a little, and Ronnie said, "You should have seen him in Paris." "Maybe I'm glad I didn't." "Mere! That's not nice." "I'm sorry. But, I'm still trying to get use to Jason looking so much like a girl." They continued talking for some time, and learned that Ronnie's father needed to address a problem at work. So, they came home a day early. It also appeared that Ronnie's mother had accepted Jason's crossdressing, at least nothing more was said that night. Later that evening, as Jason and Ronnie were laying in bed, Jason said, "That went easier than I thought it would." "I told you mere would understand." "Well at least she accept it." "Sure she did." "Now. What did you mean when you said, 'Being a girl this long feels good.' "Did I say that?" "You know you did. So, what did you mean?" "I just liked being a girl the whole time we were in Paris. I felt good. You made me look good. And, it was fun." "We could go shopping, and you can spend the rest of the time we're here as a girl." "I like that idea." "Stop being so bad, and enough talk. Kiss me." The next morning when they came down for breakfast, Ronnie's father had already left, and her mother was sitting at the table by herself. Both Ronnie and Jason said together, "Bonjour, mere." "Bonjour, enfants." Ronnie and Jason worked together fixing their breakfast, and then they sat with Ronnie's mother. She just stared at Jason, and smiled. He looked back at her with a questioning look, but it was Ronnie that asked, "Mere. What are you smiling about?" "Oh nothing," her mother replied. "Mere?" "I was just remembering last night." "What about it?" "Just how feminine Jason looked when he walked in, and what a surprise it was. And, now, how masculine he looks." Ronnie looked at Jason, smiled, and said, "Yes. It makes for some fun times." -End Chapter 8-