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Chapter Ten - Becoming Friends With Mandy Grace and Mandy exited Grace's bedroom together while I was fixing breakfast. They were each wearing only panties and a bra. They looked so hot and sexy - and extremely pleased with themselves. Walking into the kitchen, they each poured coffee and then stood behind me, watching me work. I was extremely self-conscious that they were watching me. I turned to serve them and they were snuggled against each other, necking as they sipped their coffee. "Thank you Sissy," Mandy said. "We missed you last night," she said with a wry grin on her face. "Yeah," Grace added. "We did." "Yes ma'am," was all I could say. I was too anxious about the rest of the morning, and my meeting in only a few hours with Mandy, but with me as Dan. They ate quickly and then returned to Grace's room to dress. I cleaned up the kitchen and puttered around, killing time until Mandy left for work. I knew that when she left I'd have to hurry to get to work as fast as possible. Finally, she came out of Grace's room. She was wearing a pretty silk dress that I recognized as Grace's. It looked really good hugging Mandy's curves. Mandy approached me and pulled me closely and said flatly, "Next time you peep on me having sex Sissy, you better be ready to join in the fun. I'm going to have you. I will," she said with finality. "Have a nice day," she added sweetly as she wheeled and left the apartment. I quickly got over my shock at her threat and rushed to the guest room to take off my maid's outfit and then hurried to Grace's room to get ready. When I entered her room, I found Grace lying on her bed, still in her panties and bra. She looked beautiful, the way a woman who has been satisfied looks beautiful. I looked at her sheepishly, wondering if she was going to say anything about last night. I walked toward the bathroom to get a shower and get ready for work. "In a hurry baby?" she asked. "Uh, y, yes," I said. "I have an appointment with Mandy at 9." "Who has an appointment with Mandy?" I looked at her. "Huh?" "Who has an appointment with Mandy? Danni? Or Sissy?" I didn't have time for her mind games this morning. "Dan has an appointment with Mandy." I stated firmly. "Dan is it? My! Aren't we the tough guy all of a sudden?!" I turned to enter the bathroom. "Come here Sissy!" she ordered, in a firm tone of voice. I hesitated. "Now!" she snapped. I walked back toward her. "Take my panties off," she said flatly. I calculated if I had a choice in the matter. I quickly realized that I didn't. Not really. I took hold of her undies at the waistband. She lifted her butt off of the bed to assist me as I pulled them off. "Eat me," she said bluntly. I leaned in and licked her from top to bottom. "Yes," she sighed. "Just like that. Do it good Sissy," she directed me. I knew that I had no choice. I was going to be late for work and would simply have to come up with an excuse for Mandy. Accepting my fate, I delved into Grace's pussy with enthusiasm. No matter what the circumstances were, I loved pleasing Grace. I lived for pleasing her. I just wished that she could be as satisfied with me as I was with her. I quickly brought her to orgasm. She'd obviously been waiting for me. "Oh yes! Yes! No one eats me like you do Sissy," she complimented me. "No one." I wished she wouldn't call me Sissy. It seemed that she was defaulting to that more and more. She pulled me to her chest and hugged me. "Now you better hurry so you don't keep Mandy waiting too long. Go on. I'll pick out some lingerie for you to wear." I went to the bathroom and got into the shower. I hurriedly washed and shaved. I didn't have much time to get to the office to meet with Mandy. When I went back into Grace's bedroom I stopped in my tracks. Lying on the bed was the lingerie Grace had selected for me to wear to work under my suit. Surely she was kidding. She did not really expect me to wear a pink, full-body briefer, complete with bra cups and garter straps?! In addition, there was a thong panty to wear beneath the briefer, a short pink slip, and black nylon stockings. I looked at Grace as she sat watching me. As if reading my mind, she said, "This is your punishment for balking on me last night." "Wh, wha, why?" I pleaded. "Because Danni," she explained, "You need to learn that I expect certain things from you. If you can't live with that, then maybe we need to re- evaluate our relationship." So there it was. She was laying down the gauntlet. Either shape up - no pun intended - or ship out. "Bu, but, won't people notice?" I whined. "Maybe. Maybe not. That isn't my concern. Maybe you'll need to wear your jacket today. I don't care how you deal with it. That's your problem. I only need to know that you'll do it. For me. For us, really." Defeated, and unwilling to give her up just yet, I picked up the pink thong panty and slid them up my legs, settling my penis in place. I then shimmied the body-briefer up my legs, pulling it tightly to my crotch, securing my penis firmly in place between my thighs, giving me a very feminine appearance at the front. I then pulled on the stockings, carefully clipping them to the garter clips attached to my body briefer. I then slid the lightweight, pink nylon slip over my head. Thank goodness I'd brought a heavyweight blue oxford cloth shirt to wear. That helped hide the pink slip. But I could tell that I had bra cups, albeit empty, beneath the shirt. I then pulled on my trousers and immediately noticed that my profile was flatter than usual due to the body-briefer securing my penis between my thighs. I secured my tie around my neck and put on my jacket. With the jacket on, you couldn't see the bra cup lines. Whew! I'd make it if I could only manage to keep my jacket on all day. "You look nice Danni," Grace complimented me. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you'd dress pretty for me today. Maybe there's hope for us after all." Maybe? It seemed to me that there ought to be more than 'maybe' hope. I was risking public humiliation for her. She pulled me close and hugged me, one hand stroking the bra straps through my jacket and the other rubbing my bottom, emphasizing the tightness created by the body-briefer. She then kissed me softly, deeply, leaving me with a pleasant feeling as I said goodbye. I hurried to my car and drove as quickly as I could to my office downtown. I didn't normally drive to work so I struggled to find a parking garage nearby with an empty spot for my car. I then rushed down the street and arrived at my office just in time to meet Mandy. In fact, she was already there. I had to go to John Williams' office to find her. She was sitting across from him in a sitting area sipping coffee and chatting as I knocked on his door. "Oh Dan," John called out. "I was beginning to worry that you'd forgotten you had to meet with Ms. Stratton today. I believe the two of you know each other?" he smiled cleverly. "Ha! Yes. We do," I answered. "Good morning Mandy," I extended my hand. She stood and gave me a half hug, half kiss greeting, her hand lingering on my back a moment longer than I was comfortable with. Did she feel the bra strap? I hoped not, for I knew if she did, Mandy would figure out a way to tease me about it before the day ended. "Good morning Danni," she greeted me in return, intentionally using Grace's pet name for me. Wanting to change the subject, and escape further embarrassment, I asked, "So? Ready to get to work?" "Well! Aren't we all business today! But, yes, I suppose I am," she agreed. We said goodbye to John and walked together down the hall to my office to get settled. Mandy sat across from me at my desk, smiling. "We missed you last night," she stated. I knew what she was talking about, but played dumb. "Huh?" I replied. "Grace and I. And Sissy. We missed you last night at Grace's. Where did you disappear to?" Damn! I hadn't thought of an answer for that question. I stuttered before I could finally say, "I, uh, something came up here at work. I had to rush in and deal with it. Why? Did you go to Grace's last night?" "Yes!" she exclaimed. "I wanted to share the news about my new gig here. I was hoping you'd be there. I was surprised when you weren't because Walter told me you were there. Sissy didn't seem to know where you'd gone either." "Uh, yeah," I stammered. "I left real quickly." "I see," she said thoughtfully. "What do you think of her?" "He, her? Wh, who do you me, mean?" "Sissy silly!" she replied, as if I had asked the world's stupidest question. "Grace's maid! Do you think she's sexy?" "Uh, er, ah, I ree, really hadn't thought about it," I lied. "Really?! How could you not Danni? Are you gay?! No, of course you aren't! I mean, she is so totally hot and slutty! Don't you want to do her?" Fuck! Why was she saying these things? I'm gay? I'm slutty looking? I certainly didn't want to be thought of as slutty. And I was most assuredly not gay! "I d, don't think she is slutty at all. I su, suppose she is pr, pretty," I conceded. "And you want to do her?" she pressed. "No!" I protested. "I don't want to do my girlfriend's maid." "Humph!" she declared. "Well, I do! I tried to get her to come to bed with Grace and me last night." I had to think quickly to pretend that I was surprised to learn that she and Grace had been together the night before. "You and Grace?" I said with disbelief in my voice. She put her hand to her mouth as if she'd accidentally let something slip. "Oooops!" she said. "I probably shouldn't have mentioned that." I just looked at her in continued bewilderment, pretending to be surprised. As if feeling a need to explain, Mandy said, "Don't worry Danni. She loves you. It's just that Grace and I go way back. Things just got out of hand last night. I'm sure that never would have happened if you had been there. Our only disappointment was we couldn't get Sissy to join us." "I see," I said, as if understanding. Then, attempting to end the discussion, I said, "Well, I suppose I should get you settled in to begin reviewing our account records. One of our paralegals has everything laid out for you in our conference room. Let me walk you down there." We walked together down the hall where I introduced her to Sandy, our paralegal who maintained our account ledgers. Mandy settled in and I left her to work for a while, returning to the privacy, or should I say, sanctuary, of my office. Once alone, I sat back to collect my thoughts. My secretary brought me a cup of coffee. Nancy paused a moment in front of my desk after delivering the coffee. I asked her if she needed anything. She said she didn't, she was simply wondering if I was okay. She said I seemed distracted lately. 'Wow!' I thought. Other people were starting to notice that I wasn't my usual self. I assured Nancy that I was fine, and she seemed to accept my response, but not really. What was I going to do? It was a question with too many answers, several of which scared me nearly to death. Before Grace entered my life, I never imagined myself looking so pretty while wearing women's clothing. I also never could have envisioned myself being as subservient and compliant to a woman as I was toward Grace. Of course, I also never saw myself with anyone as beautiful as Grace. To some extent, I chalked up everything I did for Grace to the fact that I knew she was out of my league, and that if I didn't do what she asked, I'd lose her. She as much as told me that very thing this morning. But the thing that I think scared me the most was the inner realization that I enjoyed dressing up for Grace. I enjoyed the feeling of soft, feminine lingerie next to my skin. Were it not for Grace, I'd have never permitted myself to experience that feeling. What's more, I was as turned on by my image when made up as a woman as I was by any beautiful woman I observed. At the same time, I was horrified at the prospect of being discovered as a si, sis - as a guy dressed like a woman. Last night at Grace's was too close for my comfort. Mandy is not a stupid woman, despite the blonde hair. She would not need much more evidence, and she might figure out that "Sissy" and I are the same person. Actually, I'm a bit surprised that she hasn't already seen through my disguise. Am I really that convincing as a girl? I couldn't imagine it. I was lost in my thoughts when a voice from behind me nearly startled me out of my chair. "Hellooo! Anybody home?" "Wha, what?" I mumbled as I quickly turned around in my chair. Standing next to my desk was my secretary, Nancy, with Mandy by her side. They were each grinning at me. "Uh, Danni?" Mandy asked. "What planet were you just on? We've been trying to get your attention for a while, but you were out of it. What were you so deep in thought about?" I stammered trying to think of a reply. "Uh, no, nothing really," I lied. "Just zoning out for a while I guess." "I'll say!" Mandy declared. "Anyway, I was wondering if I could take you to lunch, seeing how you practically handed me your law firm as a client on a silver platter the other night. Hmm? What do you say?" "Uh, su, sure," I answered, still not completely back under control. "Wonderful!" she said. "I'm famished! Let's go then." "Okay," I said, and stood to leave. I had accomplished zero work during the morning. Between being detained at Grace's before leaving for work, dealing with settling Mandy in, and then simply agonizing over the total situation I was dealing with, I'd done nothing all morning. As we passed Nancy's desk I told her I'd be back in about an hour. When the elevator doors closed, Mandy said, "Your secretary is a real hotty Danni. Does Grace know you have such a hot secretary? She might not like that." "We, we've never really talked about that," I replied. "I've never really thought about it." "What?!" she challenged me. "You don't think Nancy is hot?! Maybe you are gay!" she laughed. "I'm only kidding. But I think she is beautiful. I certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed." I couldn't believe what she'd just said. "Th, that's not what I meant. Sure she's pretty. I only meant that the subject of my secretary never came up between Grace and me." "Yeah," she said conspiratorially. " I don't blame you. I wouldn't tell my girlfriend about her either. Might make her jealous. No need for that." That was not what I meant at all! There was no attraction between me and Nancy. Our relationship was purely professional. I'd never create an uncomfortable work atmosphere by coming on to my secretary. I tried to explain to Mandy. "Nancy is a nice girl. There is nothing between us. Nor would there ever be. She is simply my secretary," I insisted emphatically. "Okay! Okay!" she answered. "No need to get your panties in a wad. I'd fuck her though," she added. Panties in a wad? Why'd she say that? Just a figure of speech? Or was Mandy hinting at something? That was my problem. I didn't know. And the ambiguity, compounded by my own sense of dread over being found out, was killing me. Continuing my defense of Nancy I countered, "Nancy is a very nice girl Mandy. I doubt she is like that." Not giving in, Mandy came back, "What? Nice girls don't like to fuck?" Jeez! Mandy could be so coarse sometimes. It made me feel uncomfortable. "That's not what I'm saying Mandy," I tried to explain so we could get off of the topic finally. "All I'm saying is that I'd never allow something like that to interfere with work." "I hear you Danni. But I don't work directly for the firm, so I suppose she isn't off limits to me?" she teased, her eyebrow raised inquisitively. "Well," I tried to be diplomatic. "It still might be good if you try to restrain yourself. I wouldn't want her to feel any undue pressure." "Hhrrummph!" Mandy answered. "Killjoy!" Mandy was so cute I had to laugh. "Yeah! I'm a real party pooper. What the heck! You're both adults. Suit yourselves," I added laughing. "That's more like it Danni!" she joined in. "Come on, let's find someplace to eat." "Sounds good to me!" I enjoyed Mandy's company. She was a fun loving woman. Plus, despite her closeness to Grace and her calling me Danni, she never made me feel uncomfortable about how Grace treats me. I only wondered how she'd feel if she ever discovered that the sexy maid she was so hot for, and who had pleasured her so well, was, in reality, a man. Mandy seemed pretty adventurous sexually speaking, but I didn't want to find out. Mandy led us to a popular downtown barbecue joint for lunch. "You don't mind casual do you?" she asked. "No. This is fine," I answered. The place was crowded. People were standing shoulder to shoulder. I began to feel a little warm. We ordered our sandwiches and drinks and searched for an open table. I took the opportunity to seek some relief from the growing heat. Lord! The last thing I wanted was to be trapped inside the restaurant and not be able to remove my coat. "Why don't we take our lunch outside and find a quiet place to sit?" I asked Mandy. "Sounds like a marvelous idea," she agreed. Whew! That was close. I'd have died if I had to sit through lunch in that hotbox wearing all of the lingerie I concealed under my suit, and not be able to remove my jacket. This was exactly the thing about my relationship with Grace that frightened me. Getting found out as a some kind of girly, faggy, si, si - cross-dresser in public. The near constant fear of that embarrassment petrified me. Mandy and I found a bench near the Washington Monument. Tourists visiting the Nation's Capital milled about all around us. Professionals were out on their lunchtime jogs down The Mall. After we settled in with our sandwiches, Mandy brought up Grace. "I'm sorry if what I mentioned this morning about Grace and me upset you Danni. I didn't realize that Grace hadn't let you know of her attraction to the opposite sex. I hope you aren't upset with her, because I know she really cares for you." It's funny, but the only thing I heard Mandy say was, 'I know she really cares for you.' "She does?!" I asked in surprise. Mandy tilted her head to the side quizzically and asked, "Huh? She does what? Like girls?" I immediately saw her confusion. "No," I clarified. "I meant, does she really care for me?" "Of course she does silly!" Mandy said as if I were some sort of dunce for not knowing. "She adores you Danni! You should hear her go on about you when she's with her girlfriends." "Really?!!" I asked, joy coursing through my body. "Absolutely! She raves about how sweet you are. And she loves how sensitive and attentive you are to the needs and desires of a woman, always putting her satisfaction first when you make love. She's never had a boyfriend who was so willing to help her around her apartment, although I can't understand why that matters to her, with her having her Sissy maid and all to keep things clean." This last description didn't really make me feel the greatest. Hearing that Grace described me to her girlfriends as a sensitive, sweet, attentive, man who doesn't mind cleaning her apartment, wasn't really what my male ears wanted to hear. "Is, is th, that all she says about me?" I asked, hoping there was something that I'd like to hear her say about me. "You want to hear more? Wellll, let's see what I can remember. Hmmm. Oh! I know! She loves the way you dress when you and she are alone. And, right! She loves how understanding you are about some of her job requirements, and how it sometimes interferes with your time together. Again, it goes to how you put her needs above yours. She's never been with a man who treated her that way. She even told me last night that she thinks you may be 'The One'." What?! The One?! The One as in 'The One?' Mandy must have read the shock in my eyes. "You honestly can't tell how much she adores you? Danni! You men can be so dense sometimes. Let me spell it out for you Danni. Grace loves you. She wants to keep you forever. All you have to do is let her know that is what you want too." I was stunned. Grace loved me. She wants to be with me forever. All I have to do is ask. "What about you Danni," Mandy interrupted my reflection. "Do you love Grace?" I tried to form the words in my mind. "Love her? That's an understatement. I worship her. I'd do anything to be with her all of the time." Mandy smiled at me. "It seems pretty simple to me then." Her point went over me. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Marriage Danni. Marriage. You should ask Grace if you can marry her." "Do you really think so Mandy?" I asked, hoping for her encouragement. "If I worshipped someone, like you say you do, I'd want to be with them always." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "I don't know. I just never would have thought that a woman as amazing as Grace would settle for a guy like me." "Settle?!" Mandy retorted. "Settle?! Are you friggin' blind Dani? Do you really not see that you're different from any man she's ever been with? None of them do for her what you do for her. That's why you're so special to her." My head was spinning. Could Mandy be right? What was I saying? Of course she could! Who would know Grace better than Mandy? She was Grace's oldest and best friend. Heck! They'd made love together the night before. Wait! That's right! Grace had been with Mandy only the night before. How could Grace feel about me the way Mandy said, and still be with another woman so easily. I was totally confused. I wanted to believe Mandy. I really did. More than anything. I wanted to go to Grace right away and ask her to marry me. But I knew I couldn't do that. If I was going to ask her to marry me, I needed to do it right. A ring. A special dinner. The whole thing. Seeing that I was clearly overwhelmed by her revelation, Mandy moved closer to me as if to console and reassure me. "I hope I haven't upset you with this information Danni. I just thought you had to know how she felt. But you don't need to get in a panic," she assured me as she gently and casually touched me on my thigh. Suddenly, I couldn't concentrate on her words as I realized that her hand was right next to one of my garter straps. Please! Oh, please don't move your hand Mandy. "I tell you what Danni," she continued. Mandy began to softly stroke my thigh, her fingers sliding over the metal garter snap beneath my trousers. As she did, I noticed a slight hesitation and a momentary glance down, but other than that, she gave no reaction. She had to have felt the clip though. Didn't she? Maybe not. She continued speaking as though unfazed, "Why don't you and I go shopping together this weekend? We can look for a ring, and maybe something else special that you can buy for Grace. Then you can figure out how you want to pop the question. Come on," she encouraged me. "It'll be fun. And I'll love it since I'm the obvious choice to be the maid of honor in her wedding. This will be a great story for me to tell about how I helped her fianc? pick out an engagement ring. What do you say?" she asked excitedly, as she absentmindedly rubbed back and forth across the garter snap, making concentration difficult for me. I was mentally torn as I tried to process what Mandy was saying, and at the same time, worrying about her discovering me wearing lingerie beneath my clothes. "You really don't mind?" I asked. "Mind?" she laughed. "I'd love it Danni! It would be my privilege to help you please Grace." "I can't thank you enough Mandy. That would be wonderful." She stood and pulled me up. Smiling warmly at me she pulled me close for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close, her hands glancing across the straps of my body briefer. "I'm so happy for you Danni. I would do anything to see you and Grace together. So it's a date this Saturday?" How could she not feel those straps I wondered? Oh well. She didn't seem to notice anything. Thank God. "Okay then," I agreed. "What time?" "Will you be at Grace's this weekend?" "I don't know. I hope so." "Let's plan on that. I'll pick you up at Grace's apartment at noon Saturday. We can grab a bite and then go shopping. Bring your credit card. You're gonna need it!" she laughed. "I'm gonna make sure my best friend gets a nice ring!" I laughed. "Don't worry. I wouldn't want to disappoint her. Luckily I have a bit in savings that I can pull from." We began to walk back to my office together. This day had certainly taken a different turn. I felt dizzy from thinking about what I was contemplating. Mandy was downright giddy with excitement, as if she felt like she was arranging the whole thing. I walked Mandy back to the conference room where she resumed her audit of our books. I thanked her for lunch and returned to my office, intent on focusing upon my own work long enough to actually get something done. I'd wasted the morning worrying about how things were between Grace and me, only to learn from her best friend that I really was special to Grace. I was reviewing a trust, planning document for a local plastic surgeon when my Blackberry vibrated as it lay upon my desk. A quick glance revealed that I had a text message waiting. It was from Grace. "Hi sweetie. How was lunch with Mandy?" Lunch with Mandy? How did she know I had lunch with Mandy? I typed out my reply. "Fine. How did you know?" I was wondering if Mandy had called and told her about our discussion. Surely Mandy wouldn't have done that. Grace replied, "I just assumed you'd take her to lunch on her first day. That was nice of you." 'Hmmm,' I thought. I didn't exactly take Mandy to lunch. I didn't want to mislead Grace. I pecked out, "Actually, she took me. We picked up sandwiches, and then sat by the Monument and chatted. She really is very nice," I added, and pressed 'Send.' Grace's reply came back quickly. "I'm glad you like my friend. Maybe next time we invite you to bed with us, you won't decline," she wrote, reminding me of the previous evening. How should I reply to that? I really didn't want to do that with them and risk discovery by Mandy. But I didn't want to make Grace mad. I worded my reply carefully. "I hope you understand that I didn't say no because I wasn't tempted." 'Send.' I anxiously waited for her response. Moments like these increasingly worried me with Grace. Her reaction to my concerns about revealing the other side of me that she'd cultivated was beyond predicting. She didn't reply right away. The longer I waited, the more concerned I became. The, the device vibrated. "Do you feel pretty baby?" she asked simply, conspicuously not commenting upon my previous reply. I knew what she was referring to - the lingerie I wore beneath my suit. Only one answer would satisfy Grace. I knew what that answer was, and wasn't about to risk any other response. "Yes," I replied. Her reaction was immediate. "That's my girl! Thanks for being so willing to please me." Ouch! And Mmmm! The 'girl' reference hurt, on the one hand, but I was happy to hear that she was pleased with me. I thought about my conversation with Mandy during lunch. I was going to ask this woman who teased me mercilessly to marry me. Why fight it? I typed back, "What can I say? I love you Grace." She wrote back, "Oh! That is so sweet Danni dear. I love you too baby. See you tonight?" Yes! I was hoping I'd see her. "Sure thing!" I answered. "Goodie! I may be a little late. How would you like to fix us something for dinner?" she asked. Up. And then down. The never ending highs and lows of being devoted to Grace Andrews. I was becoming accustomed to the disappointment associated with Grace working late while I either cleaned her apartment, or prepared supper, only to have her boss make her do something else. But I couldn't bring myself to say no to Grace, no matter how much I wanted to. "Okay. When do you think you'll be home?" I asked, digging a little deeper for more information about her plans. "Hopefully not too late. I'll call. Make yourself pretty for me Danni. I'll make it worth your while. Got to run baby! Boss bugging me. Hugs, G." Crap! Her damned boss! How was I going to tolerate his constant demands upon Grace? Especially if we were going to be married. He was very demanding upon her time. And she seemed incapable of refusing him. I stewed on that for just long enough to realize that I'd wasted the afternoon. I walked down the hall to check on Mandy, only to learn she'd already left for the evening. Apparently, she'd gone out for a drink with John Williams. Great! Mandy and John! I returned to my office, shut down my computer, and headed home to pick up clothes for work the next day, hopeful that I'd spend the night at Grace's. For the moment, I was thankful that Grace would be late. I knew how irritated she got when I wasn't punctual. This way I had time to get home, pick up a suit, and still get to her apartment in time to dress up for her and fix dinner.