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My Twin to the Rescue Part 6 The drive to Peter's apartment took a little more than an hour with the traffic. It would have taken longer but Peter knew a few "shortcuts" that helped them avoid any snarls. During the drive, Peter and Ken had a chance to talk, really talk for the first time, and get to know each other better. Well, actually, Peter would ask a question and then listen to Ken. He found out that a simple question could get Ken started and she would talk for several minutes nonstop. She told Peter about the ship, the cruise, her making some new friends while on board, her presentation, and her shopping while at port. She even mentioned in passing that she thought about him from time to time. But she didn't say anything about the dreams she had concerning the two of them. She asked Peter about what he had been doing while she was on board the ship when his cell phone went off. He managed to get it out of his pocket, opened it to activate it and placed it to his ear. "Hello" he said. Listening to the person on the other end of the call, he kept trying to say, "Yes but. I understand but... Well, I have a visitor and I was supposed to be off this week. Yes of course. I understand. Very well, I will be there at 5:00." Turning to Ken, Peter said, "I am so sorry but I won't be able to be with you this evening. One of the other drivers has suffered a major heart attack. He was scheduled to take a group of teenagers to a party. Now I will have to fill in for him." Ken looked a little disappointed but she said, "You do whatever you have to do. I understand and I will be alright. I am kind of tired anyway. I was sort of hoping for a nice quite evening just relaxing. Now it looks like I will get my wish." "I do want you to make yourself at home. And if I am not back before you are ready to go to bed, please take my bed, I can sleep on the couch so as to not disturb you." Even though it could have been a distraction to his driving, Ken leaned over and gave Peter a little kiss on his cheek. "That is so thoughtful of you to offer" she told him. When they finally got to Peter's place, he had just enough time to get cleaned up, dressed and would leave again. Ken sat on the couch and watched some T.V. while Peter took his shower. Even though the T.V. was on, she sat there and wondered about Peter. She had to admit to herself that she was so very curious about the parts of him she could not see because of his clothes. But her discovery of that would have to wait for some later time. He needed to get going soon. Finally he came out of the bedroom in his black suit, ready for the assignment ahead. Ken went to him and slightly straightened his tie, then gave him a kiss for luck. She could tell he wanted more than anything else to stay with her but duty called. He returned her kiss and left. As soon as he was out of the door, she locked it. She then explored thru the apartment, looking in each room and closet. As she went, she made sure the curtains were closed so no one on the outside could see her. In the bedroom, she found the clothes hamper where Peter put his dirty things. As she looked in it (she was curious about what style of underwear he preferred) she found one of his white dress shirts. Taking it out, she held it to her nose and sniffed. She had discovered that her senses (especially smell and touch) had gotten a lot stronger since she had been taking what her sister called vitamins.(Ken had realized they were hormones and they had been the cause of the changes she had experienced but she really didn't mind too much now). As she sniffed the shirt, she could detect a hint of his aftershave mixed with the deodorant he used and a hint of his body odor as well. She found that combination to be rather exciting in a sexual way. She wondered if he smelt that way all the time or if it was just when he was working. Something inside her wanted to feel like he was there with her even though she knew she was alone in his apartment. Without really thinking about it, she took off her dress, hose, and bra. She then slipped on his shirt. It was big enough that it fit her almost like a sleep shirt. She did have to roll the sleeves up so her hands would be free to do whatever. Still with the buttons done up and the scent of him surrounding her, she was feeling good about herself and the relationship between them that she was hoping for. She padded into the kitchen to look for something for dinner. All she found was a few leftovers from a previous meal and stuff to make a sandwich out of. If she was going to stay for more than a day or two, she would have to correct the situation. She would insist on having him take her to the grocery store for some decent food and a few other necessities. She was feeling so feminine. And she wanted Peter to see her as an attractive desirable woman. Maybe she could get him to see her as the sort of mate he would want to spend the rest or his life with. Oh well, that would come soon enough if she had her way about it. Using the few things she did find in the refrigerator, she managed to make herself a sandwich and a glass of ice water. She took the meal, such as it was, to the living room so she could watch T.V. as she ate. She "flipped" thru the channels until she found one that had an infomercial about a new type of bra. According to the information, the new bra was supposed to provide the lift a woman wanted to make her figure more appealing. And, at the same time, it was supposed to provide the support a woman needed. As she watched the show, she entertained the idea of ordering a couple of them to wear while she was with Peter. The realization was that even if she ordered one right away and requested priority shipping, there was a chance she would not get it before she had to leave and go back home. Still she was intrigued by the idea and thought she would order a couple when she got back home. That would make a nice addition to her growing wardrobe. After she finished her meal (if you could call it that) she curled up on the couch, still in Peter's shirt and her panties. With nothing of real interest to watch, she laid her head down on the arm of the couch and started to relax; truly relax for the first time in weeks. She was so relaxed she must have fallen asleep because when she suddenly woke, she was disoriented for a moment. Looking around, it took her a moment to realize where she was. She found herself in a bedroom that had all the appearances of being decorated by a man. Her body was covered by the sheets and blankets that were on the bed. As she lifted them, she found she was wearing a man's shirt and the panties she had been wearing the night before. Sunlight came in thru the window even with the curtains closed. Laying there trying to remember where she was and how she had gotten there, she caught a whiff of breakfast cooking. She could smell bacon, coffee, and toast. The smells made her realize she was hungry and wanted breakfast. Slipping out of the bed, the carpet felt soft under her bare toes. The way the fibers tried to get between her toes as she padded across the room and out into the hallway. At one end she could hear a man rattling around the kitchen. It was Peter and it sounded like he was cooking. Thankfully since she was barefooted, she approached the doorway so silent, Peter was not aware she was there. She just stood there for a minute leaning against the door jam and watched as he hurried about cooking breakfast. He rushed around so much that for a moment, it seemed to her like there were two of him. He finally turned to the door, going to the bedroom to wake her up when he noticed her standing there watching. "Good morning sleepy head," he said to her. "Do you know how I ended up in your bed?" she asked him. "Well... when I came in last night you were sound asleep on the couch. In fact, you were so sound asleep, I was able to carry you to the bedroom and place you in the bed without you making a sound. You didn't even stir a muscle as I slid my arms under you." Blushing, she said, "I am so sorry. I was going to stay awake until you got home and then insist you sleep in the bed and leave the couch to me." He placed two plates of eggs on the table and walked over to her. Placing a hand on each of her shoulders, he looked into her eyes and said, "That is not what I would have allowed. Such a beautiful woman needs to have the comfort of a bed to sleep in. What kind of a man would I be if I took the bed and made you sleep on the couch?" She shrugged as she said, "I don't know. But what kind of a guest would I be if I just took over and made you sleep on the couch without thinking that you might need the bed?" Instead of answering her, he leaned over and kissed her fully on the lips. Then he stepped back a step, looked her over and said, "that seems to be a little big on you. Are you going to sleep in that the whole time you are here?" Her brain must have still been a little slow from having just awoken. It took a few seconds for her to understand what he was saying to her. Looking down at what she wore, she realized he was referring to his shirt she was wearing as a nightgown. "Oh I have my own things to wear to bed. I just found this and put it on so I would feel closer to you." "In any case" he started to state, "breakfast is ready for you if you are ready for it." "Oh that would be wonderful. But when did you get things to cook? When I checked the refrigerator last night, there was very little in it." Smiling, Peter just said, "I stopped on the way home last night. That is one reason I was so late." As she ate the eggs Peter had cooked for her, Ken had to admit they were some of the best she had ever eaten. Not one to hide her feelings, she told Peter how good the eggs were. As they ate breakfast together, Peter asked "what would you like to do today? This is, after all, your day. We can do anything you want to do. All you have to do is just ask." "Could we spend the day at a couple of art museums? I would love to see them. But really anything would be great as long as I spend the day with you." Peter smiled real big and said, "an art museum it shall be my lady. Your wish is my command. I will need to get a shower first." Ken replied "of course my brave knight. And I too need to shower. What would you suggest I wear for our outing?" Smiling even bigger (if that was possible) Peter said, "certainly not what you have on now, although you look so very inviting in it. I would say something comfortable would be best today as long as you are decently clothed. People go to the museum I am taking you wearing everything from casual to formal. And after you have seen all there is to see there, I just might be persuaded to take you to one of the larger malls in the area. That is if you want to do a little shopping." Giggling Ken said, "That sounds like a wonderful first day. But I won't be able to buy anything. I spent some of my vacation funds getting ready for the conference and the rest while on the cruise. But at least I can try on a few things and model them for you." Then she said, "You go get your shower and let me clean up the breakfast dishes. I have a feeling your shower will take a lot less time than mine will." As he took his shower, she cleaned up the kitchen. She still wore his shirt as a sleep shirt while she worked. As her hands placed the dirty dishes into the sink filled with warm soapy water, she heard herself humming. It was not anything recognizable, just music she made up as she went alone. Even though she was working, she was happy. Her heart felt light and free. The only thing that was wrong with her was a nagging feeling that she needed to tell Peter some little secret she was hiding from him. Then it came to her. How would she reveal to Peter that she had been born a boy? What would he say about that? Would he get so upset that he would leave her life forever? Or should she even tell him and hope he didn't find out one night by accident? So far, only Kim knew the truth about Ken. Maybe she could offer some advice. Quickly Ken went to the bedroom where she had slept, got out the laptop and found the internet connection needed. She tapped out a message for Kim asking about what to do in regards to telling Peter. She had to admit to Kim she was staying with Peter and that she had falling in love with the man. She had just finished when she heard Peter call to her that it was her turn in the shower. Calling back to him, she said that she would be there in just a minute; as soon as she picked out what she was going to wear. Once more in the bedroom, she opened her suitcase and found the panties she wanted to wear. They were a pair of cotton hip huggers that had tiny pink rose buds all over and a tiny satin rose bud ribbon on the waist band. She also set out her "blush" colored bra to put on after her shower. Taking her panties in her hand and trying to be discrete about them, she walked out into the hallway and turned toward the bathroom. Just as she had stepped out of the bathroom, Peter stepped out and was making his way to the bedroom to get dressed. Around his waist he had wrapped a towel. Ken wondered if he had done that because she was there or because he always did that. And in a moment of feeling silly, she considered pulling the towel away so she could see what he was hiding underneath. She pushed that thought away quickly as she blushed because of it. Still she could not help noticing his chest and strong arms. She had not seen them bared like that before. She could not keep her eyes off of him as he walked past her. Her only thought was about how big his muscles were and how strong he seemed to be. Even as she took her shower, she thought about him. He was more attractive to her than ever. As she applied the soap to her body, she could imagine it was him doing it. His big strong manly arms around her touching her body all over. She finished her shower as quickly as she could but it takes time to wash hair and then condition it. It takes time to completely dry off. And it takes time to smooth lotion all over. But she did all these so she would be ready for her day with Peter. With one towel wrapped around her head, her panties on (she used a pantiliner in them), and a second towel wrapped around her (this one started just under her breasts and went to her mid thighs) she made her way into the bedroom. She was a little disappointed that he was not still there. But then again, she was glad about it as well. She still did not know what to tell Peter if he wanted to be in bed with her, making love to her. She worried about what to say when he found out she was not the girl he took her to be. She was hopeful that it would never come up but she needed to think about what to tell him if it ever did. When she was finally ready for her day with Peter, Ken was wearing her tan skort and blue top with flip-flops. She had put on her toe ring (hoping Peter would notice), matching ankle bracelet, silver cross earrings, and a dainty necklace with a cross that matched the style of her earrings. She had spent a few minutes brushing her hair and getting on her makeup. She kept the makeup simple. She had put on a little mascara, a hint of soft brown eye shadow, a little powder and blush. She then finished with a pale pink lipstick. In the hopes of getting a kiss from Peter, she had put on a coat of cherry flavored lip gloss over the lipstick. As she entered the living room, Peter was witting on the couch waiting for her. He looked at her as she walked in. He had seen her in a skirt suit and in a dress, but he had not seen her looking like she did then. She seemed to be relaxed and casual for the first time since he had met her. Wanting him to see her from all sides, she did a little twirl. She could tell from the way he looked at her that Peter approved of her outfit. "You look incredible," he told her. The he laughed as he said, "you have fantastic looking legs. I have never seen them like this before but I really like the way they look." She could not say anything. Instead she just smiled and did another twirl. Peter led Ken out the door and to his car. Being a gentleman, he opened the door for her and watched as she sat down. Ken remembered the lessons Kim had taught him about how to get into and out of a car as a lady. She would sit down and then swing her feet in. Peter watched with growing interest as she did. Peter took Ken to a traditional art museum. They walked around looking at all the items, discussing what they liked or didn't like about each one. To Peter's surprise, Ken seemed to be knowledgeable when it came to different aspects of the pieces. She even seemed to know some about most of the artists. "Wow" he thought to himself. "Here is a beautiful woman and with intelligence. How could she be any more perfect?" At one point, Ken excused herself to go to the ladies restroom. Peter was able to show her where it was and told her he would wait for her just outside. She walked in feeling very confident and without any fears. She went straight to the first empty stall she came to and entered. Pulling down her skort and panties, she sat down to take care of the reason for her being in there. Before she finished, she replaced the pantiliner with a fresh one. Then, once she had gotten everything back in place, she went to the sink to wash her hands. She took time to look in the mirror and freshen up her lipstick. As she was coming out, there stood Peter waiting for her just like he said he would be. She was again struck by how handsome he was even when dressed casually. They continued to look at the art when Ken felt Peter take her hand. She sensed the strength in it but at the same time, there was gentleness in his touch. The feeling of her hand in his sent a tingle coursing thru her. It was a tingling that she found exciting and stimulating. She gently squeezed his hand to let him know him know she liked what she was feeling. She was so into looking at the art that she had not noticed Peter watching her. He closely watched the way she moved as she walked along. He saw her hips swaying back and forth with each step. He could see a gracefulness in her. It was a gracefulness that most women have. He was more interested in her than anything hanging on the walls or on a pedestal. As he watched her, he saw in Ken a work of art that he was sure nature had produced just for him. Ken leaned toward Peter and whispered, "We haven't had lunch yet and it is almost 4:00. Would you mind if we went to the gift shop and then found someplace to eat?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I totally forgot about food. What with my being with such a beautiful woman and all. Of course we can." While in the gift shop, Ken found a small black box that she loved. It was ebony with mother-of-pearl inlaid in the shape of a flower. The inside was lined with red velvet. She wanted to buy it but her funds were limited. With a sigh, she put it back on the shelf. Turning to Peter, she said, "Ok, let's go." Peter asked her "Didn't you find anything you liked?" "I love this little box here but I can't afford it right now. Not for what the price tag says it cost." Peter thought for a moment and said, "Go ahead and wait for me outside." "Why?" "Just do it and trust me, you will like it." With a shrug of her shoulders, Ken walked out of the shop, went over to a bench and sat down. "What is he up to?" she wondered to herself. It was just a couple of minutes when Peter came out and sat down next to her. In his hand he held a bag. It was a shopping bag from the shop they had just been in. She asked "What do you have there?" With a smile, Peter replied "A little gift for a beautiful woman. I hope you don't mind." Blushing slightly she asked, "Mind what; the gift or the complement?" "Both actually." "Why would I mind?" Without saying another word, he handed her the bag. Inside was the little black box she had just been admiring. She stared at that box. Simple though it was, it meant so much to her at that moment. She could not help what she did next. Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him to her. Without a second thought, she pressed her soft pink lips against his mouth. As they kissed there in public, some of the people that walked by just smiled at the sight. Their thoughts might have been something like "what a cute couple those two lovers make." Others might have been thinking "what a disgusting public display of affection!" Whatever the people's thoughts might have been, Ken didn't care. She wanted Peter to know how much that one simple little gift meant to her. Their kiss lasted only a few seconds but to Ken it seemed like time had slowed down so much that her lips were pressed against Peter's for minutes. When they finally separated, her body tingled with a feeling she had never known. Every inch of her told her that she was a woman in love. She knew she would never be happy with anyone else. Once they were back in Peter's car, he suggested a place for them to have dinner. He said it was a small Italian place that was one of his favorite places to eat. Ken said she loved Italian but she didn't care as long as they were together. The trip took about thirty minutes. During the trip, Ken so wished Peter's car had bench seats. She wanted so badly to snuggle up next to him even though it might distract him. In her head, she told herself that the seating in the car was the best because if she had been able to sit close to Peter, he would most likely get to watching the wrong curves; her instead of the road. She would have to be content with just being in the same car with him for now. The restaurant was like Peter described it. It was small and very quant. The tables had red and white checkered tablecloths on them with a candle that was stuck in wine bottles. As the two of them walked in, the head waiter greeted Peter as an old friend. Peter whispered something to him, something that Ken could not make out. Then with a big smile the waiter (Luigi was his name) led them to a table near the back. Holding the chair for Ken, he saw to it they were seated and then he lit the candle on the table. Ken was struck by the atmosphere of the place. Something in the back of her mind told her it was like a dream. It felt to her like something she had seen before. Luigi didn't even take their order. Instead he went to the kitchen and told the cook that Peter was there and he had a special woman with him. Tony, the cook, pulled out a large plate and put a pile of spaghetti on it. Then he placed a ring of meatballs around on the edge of the platter. Luigi took the platter out and placed it on the table between Ken and Peter. He scurried off only to return with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Turning to Peter, Luigi said, in a voice loud enough for Ken to hear, "You have better keep her. If I was not already married, I just might try to take her away from you. But I have been happily married to Maria for 12 years now." As soon as Luigi had left them to their dinner, Ken realized why the scene looked so familiar to her. It was like a scene from one of her favorite Disney movies "The Lady and The Tramp". Obviously she was the lady and Peter was the tramp. But he certainly acted nicer toward her from the start. As the meal came to an end, there was one meat ball left. Just like in the movie, Peter gave it to Ken to eat. As they left for Peter's apartment, Ken was so glad he was driving. The wine they had with dinner was going to her head. By the time they got to the apartment, Peter had to kind of help her walk. Upon entering the apartment, Ken turned to Peter and in a sleepy kind of voice said, "It isn't fair for you to have to sleep on the couch. Come to bed with me." Peter thought about it for a moment and then said, "Alright but under two conditions." "Which are what?" "First, you sleep between the sheets and I will sleep on top of them." She had a note of disappointment in her voice but she agreed to that condition. "And the second condition" she asked. Blushing Peter said, "that we both keep our clothes on. Neither one is to be naked while in bed. It isn't that I don't want to see you naked but I feel it would be best for both of us to be clothed; at least for right now. Besides, you are so drunk I doubt you will be wake much longer." More disappointment showed in Ken's voice as she said, "You are right about one thing. I don't know if I can stay awake much longer. In fact, would you help me undress and put me to bed? I'm afraid I may not be able to do it by myself." "I will do that for you," Peter replied. Sitting Ken on the edge of the bed, Peter slipped off the flip-flops she had been wearing all day. Then he stood her up and while holding on to her, unzipped her skort, letting it fall to the floor. Then he unbuttoned her top and gently pulled it up over her head. He took a moment to consider if he should take her bra off of her but thought better of it. He gently laid Ken on the bed and pulled the sheets up over her. The whole time he admired the curvature of her body. He knew that as a man he was so excited by the thought of sleeping with her. He could feel his manhood starting to grow in anticipation of holding her tightly. But he wanted to be a gentleman and not do anything until they were both truly ready for it. He had just gotten undressed to his boxers, took one more look at Ken as she softly slept. Her hair was softly flowing over the pillow. He noticed the rhythmic rise and fall of her breasts as she slept. He was true to his word and got on top of the sheets. As he lay there, he heard her softly mumble as if in a dream. As he watched her sleep, Peter came to a decision. It was going to be the biggest decision of his life. He was going to ask Ken to marry him. And the sooner he did it the better he would like it. At least he was hoping she would say yes. Morning came all too soon for Ken. She slowly stretched as she tried to wake up. For a moment, she was disoriented. Where was she? Why had she gone to bed still wearing her bra and panties instead of a nightie and panties? Slowly her foggy mind cleared and she remembered the night before. That realization shocked her to full wakefulness. Where was Peter? Had he seen that thing she had in her panties and decided to dump her? Jumping out of bed, she ran to the bathroom, not noticing the sound of the shower running. She walked in, pulled down her panties and sat down to relived herself. Only after she had finished did she realize that Peter was in the shower. She was so embarrassed that she quickly pulled her panties back up and left without saying a word to him. A few minutes later, he came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Sitting beside her on the edge of the bed, he placed a hand on her leg. His touch was gentle and she found it a little exciting. She still had on her bra and panties but she felt like she should have had more on. Leaving his hand where it was, he put his other hand behind her head, leaned over and kissed her. This kiss was not like any other that he had given her. This one was full of fire and passion. She could tell he wanted her the way a man wants a woman. In her heart she wanted that too. But still she stopped him before they went farther. "Peter, I have something I must tell you." "Let me guess. You are already engaged to be married. This is just one of those things that happen between a man and a woman." "No that isn't it at all. You see, I don't want our relationship to be based on a lie of a hidden secret. I am not the woman you think I am." "Oh? Just what kind of woman are you then? I think you are beautiful and very desirable." Blushing a deep red, Ken said, "I was a man until a few weeks ago. I took my sister's place for that conference. She had me wear her things so I would be able to convince people I was her. And to help with the illusion, she gave me feminizing hormones. What we didn't suspect was that they would not only change my body but my mind as well. Since I have been on them, I have been getting more and more feminine all the time." With a bemused look and a light-hearted sound in his voice, Peter said, "I kind of suspected you were not a genetically born woman. Remember where I live. To survive here you have to learn to read people of all sorts. You would not believe how many cross dressers and transsexuals there are here." "What gave me away then? Was it something I did or didn't do?" "You were too feminine to be a business woman. You just did not fit the typical mold for one. And when we kissed, I felt a stirring that no other woman has ever caused in me. I even offered to sleep in bed with you like I did so I could at least be close to you." "You mean you knew all along that I wasn't really a woman and still you fell in love with me?" "I fell in love with the most beautiful, fun, sexy, woman I have ever met." A tear started to form in the corner of Ken's eyes. She just broke down and started to weep. Peter put his arms around her and just held her, letting her get it all out of her system. The next few days saw the two of them together everywhere. They went to an amusement park where Peter, using his skills, won a big stuffed teddy bear for Ken. They were like two teenagers while there. They laughed, played some of the games, rode most of the rides, and while walking along, held hands. They had gotten there just as the part was opening for the day and stayed until just before it closed. Ken was so tired by the time they got back to Peter's car, she fell asleep on the way home. One day, Peter suggested that maybe Ken would like to go to a mall to hang out or maybe do some shopping. Ken told him that she didn't care what they did as long as she was with him. The mall he took her to turned out to be the largest in the area. For this day, Ken had chosen to wear a white eyelet lace trimmed skirt, her blue top, and black ballet style flats. Peter was wearing a pair of denim jeans, a simple blue shirt, and sneakers. They walked along holding hands and peering into the different shops as they went. When they came to Kohl's, Ken noticed that the store was having a big sale. She drug Peter inside by the hand and went straight to the dresses. She seemed to know just what she was looking for and what size she wanted to try on. Finally she found the dress. It was a heather gray sweater dress with a matching fabric belt. Taking the size she thought she needed from the rack, she told Peter to just wait there while she tried it on. Once in the fitting room, Ken slipped off her skirt and top. She then took the dress off of the hanger and pulled it over her head. The dress settled around her and seemed to mold itself to her. It was a nearly perfect fit! She looked at herself from all sides in the mirror and decided she had to have that dress. It was short enough to be almost a tunic, coming low enough to just barely hide her crotch. And when she had the belt on, her slim waist looked even more slender. She found it very interesting how the proper outfit could make her figure even more attractive. She hoped that Peter would notice. But then she remembered she didn't have any money left from her trip. With a sigh, she put the dress back on the hanger and got back into her skirt and top. Walking over to the rack where she had found the dress, she sighed as she started to put it back. Peter asked her if there was a problem with it. She just said, "I love it. It fits me so well. But I don't have the money for it." Peter took the dress back off the rack, handed it to her and said, "Let me buy it for you." "You would do that for me? I am not sure when I will be able to pay you back." "It will be a gift from me to you." "Oh Peter! Would you also buy me something else to go with it?" "Of course I would. Anything for you." As soon as he had said that, Ken grabbed his hand and pulled him along thru the store to the hosiery area. There Ken looked thru the selections until she found just the thing she wanted to get and her size. What she had found was a pair of black footless tights. According to the picture on the front of the package, they ended with lace trim at the ankles. Going to the nearest checkout area, Ken placed the two items on the counter. The cashier asked how she was going to pay when Peter handed her his credit card. With one look at the name on the card, the cashier took out a slip of paper and wrote a phone number down. She then folded the paper in half twice. As she slid it to Ken, she said, "Honey, if you ever get tired of him, let me know." Ken, not sure why she would say such a thing, replied "Oh he is all mine." The cashier just winked and said, "You go girl!" With her purchase in a bag, Ken and Peter walked out of the store to continue their day. When they came to the restroom area, Ken said to Peter, "I need to go pee. You wait right here for me." And with that she left him just standing there. Entering the first empty stall she came to, Ken closed the door. She then hung her purse on the hook and pulled down her skirt and panties. As she sat there, an idea came to her. She would have a surprise for Peter. After she had finished, instead of pulling her skirt back up, she stepped out of it as well as her shoes. She then took off her top and hung it on the bigger hook along with her skirt. She opened the bag and took out the tights. It took a little bit of doing since the stall was kind of small but she managed to get the tights on and pulled up. As she did, she was thrilled by the feel and look of them. She then took her new dress out of the bag and once again pulled it over her head. There were other stores to look into thru the windows. But when they came to a jewelry store, it was Peter who insisted they go in and look around. As they looked in the lighted display counters, a saleslady approached. She asked "And what may I show you today?" Ken answered "We are just browsing right now. Thank you." Peter surprised Ken by saying, "I want to get her a pair of diamond earrings. Let's see what you have to offer." Ken stuttered, "Oh Peter, no. Thank you for the offer but that is way too much to spend on me." Peter was not swayed. He indicated that he wanted to take a closer look at a couple of pairs. As they were removed from the display, Ken saw how they sparkled and shown in the light. Both pair had a brilliance she had never seen before. And each pair seemed to cast tiny rainbows. She could see all the different colors when she looked at them. The only real difference between the pairs was the size of the diamonds. Peter asked Ken "which pair do you like the best?" "Oh Peter no. I couldn't accept anything like that." "We are not leaving until you pick one and let me buy them for you." "But you already bought me this dress." "Please, if I mean anything at all to you, pick one of the pairs." Resigned to do what she was told, Ken picked up each pair and closely examined them. One pair had a total of a full karat in diamonds. The other pair was half that size. Both had the stones held in place by six gold prongs. Finally Ken made a decision. She would take the smaller pair so Peter would not spend so much on her. With that decision finally made, the saleslady took the price tag off, placed them in a small velvet box and went to ring up the purchase. Once again, Peter used his credit card to pay. With her wearing her new dress and tights, the earrings Peter had just bought her, Ken was feeling like a princess. But to her surprise the day was not over. As they drove back to Peter's place, he told her that while she was in changing into her new dress, he had made reservations for them at a very fancy restaurant. He then told her that she would want to get real dressed up for it. And while she did that, he had an errand to run. He gave her a little peck on the cheek and then left with an unasked question on her lips. As soon as he had gone, she went to the bedroom to start getting ready. She had no idea how long he would be but she wanted to be ready when he did return. Lifting her suitcase onto the bed and opening it, she started to select her outfit. First she took out her pale blue low rise panties. Laying them out on the bed, she then selected a flesh toned push-up bra with thin straps. Next she took out a pair of sheer-to-the-waist tan colored pantyhose and an ivory colored half-slip. Finally she chose her skirt and blouse. She selected her long floral print skirt and off-white blouse. The blouse had long sheer sleeves and fabric covered buttons. To complete her outfit, she took out her navy blue slings that had a 3 inch heels. These were the same shoes she had been wearing when she had first met Peter. Once she had everything laid out on the bed, she proceeded to undress. She took off everything except the panties she was wearing. She then made her way to the bathroom to redo her makeup. As soon as she had removed the makeup she wore that day, she washed her face and patted it dry with a towel. She worked very carefully to reapply her makeup. She wanted this to be a very special night and she wanted to look her best for Peter. The foundation and powder she used gave her a suntanned color that also had a china doll matte look. Realizing that she needed a little color on her cheeks, she applied her blush (its name was "Sun Kissed Pink"). This she applied to the apples of her cheeks so that it looked like she had just been in the sun. Next she worked on her eyes. With a pair of tweezers, she removed a couple of stray hairs from her brows. Taking the wand from her mascara, she applied a coat to each set of lashes; first the upper and lower lashes of her left eye and then her right eye. As she stood there, it seemed to her as though her lashes were growing longer and fuller. After waiting a moment, she applied a second coat. Next she took the container that held her liquid black eye liner and removed the tiny thin brush it had inside. With a great deal of care, she drew a thin line at the base of her upper lashes. The line started just before her tear ducts and ended just beyond the outer corner of her eyes. The way it looked, she had a slightly oriental look but she loved it. Now it was time for her eye shadow. She selected a medium gray for her lids. Starting at her lashes she gently stroked the brush across each lid until the color was clearly seen. Then she put a darker shade of gray on her eyes at the creases. The last color she applied was a very light shade of gray. This went from the crease of her lids all the way to her brows. She then took a cotton swab and carefully blended each color into the one next to it so she did not show any sudden changes. She was now ready for her lips. Taking her lip-liner (Candy Apple Red), she carefully outlined her lips. Then she took the lipstick she was going to wear and filled in the outline she had just made. The lipstick she chose to wear was called "Rose Petal Glisten". It reminded her of rose petals with drops of morning dew an them. It had a shimmer like dew. Taking a moment to evaluate her work, she went back into the bedroom to finish getting ready. The first thing she did was to change her panties and place a maxi-pad in her clean pair. She didn't want to take the chance of having a "leak" or starting to smell. Next came her bra. Placing the bra around her waist so the hooks were in front, she fastened them. Then she turned the bra around so it was facing the right way. She slipped her arms thru the loops with an ease that came from lots of practice. She adjusted the bra just a little and checked out the results in the mirror. The bra, being a push-up style made her breasts look even bigger. It seemed to have added a cup size to her figure. Not that it would matter since she was hiding them under a blouse but she felt better looking that way. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took her pantyhose and rolled them down so she could put her feet in. Then, standing up, she pulled up first one leg part of the way up and then the other leg. She kept going from one leg to the other until the hose was all the way up. Her legs were encased in the hose and the panty part caressed her firm round bottom in soft silky nylon. Time for her to put on her skirt. The skirt had an elastic waist band so there were was not need to worry about doing buttons or a zipper. She just stepped into it and pulled it up. A she did, she thought to herself "good thing I have hips and a waist to hold everything up. Next she took a small bottle of perfume called "Princess" and spritzed a little on her exposed tummy, the inside of each wrist, a little behind each ear and her neck. There was not too much but enough that Peter would be able to smell it. It was a light floral scent that she loved. Actually it was her favorite scent. She picked up the blouse and put her arms into the sleeves. She shivered at the feel as her arms slid into the sheer sleeves. She closed all the buttons it had, even the ones at the cuffs. Without thinking about it, she lifted her skirt and pulled the hem of the blouse down under the skirt's waist band. Then, with her skirt still up, she stepped into the slip and pulled it into place. As she let her skirt fall back into place, she did a little "hula" to help make certain it was properly situated. She could not help but checking herself out in the mirror that was in the room. As she did, she took note of the fact that with the bra she was wearing and having her blouse pulled down so tightly, her breasts seemed to be even bigger than she ever remembered them being. Giggling, she thought "I wonder if Peter will notice." Once again sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped on her shoes. There seemed to be something not quite right about them. She wondered if she should wear a different pair but these were the heels she had brought to wear with this skirt so she would just try to forget about them. The last two things she did before she declared herself ready was to put in the diamond earrings Peter had bought her and brush out her hair. As she looked in the bathroom mirror while brushing her hair, she was fascinated by how her earrings sparkled in the light with each movement of her head. With nothing more to do but wait, she walked to the living room. As she did her heels made her walk with a wiggle that made her skirt sway back and forth. The skirt was long enough and flowed so that what wiggle she did have naturally, was only made more noticeable. She had been sitting on the couch for only a few minutes when Peter came rushing in. She stood to greet him with a kiss. As she did, he started at her. She was the most beautiful woman he knew. Giving her a quick kiss, he rushed to the bedroom to change clothes. After about fifteen minutes, he came out wearing a navy suit, white shirt, blue striped tie and black shoes. As she looked at him, she thought, "He cleans up real nice!" Then she said out loud, "I hope I look good enough to be seen with such a handsome man." He took her in his arms, kissed her gently and then said, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Taking her purse from the coffee table, Ken allowed Peter to lead her to his car and an evening that would forever change her life.