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Chapter Fifteen - The Planning I slept a deep and peaceful sleep. The next morning I awoke to a very pleasant experience. Kneeling between my thighs was my beautiful fianc?, her soft, wet mouth enveloping my penis, sucking me gently, lovingly, and deeply. Grace was a skillful cocksucker. I quickly closed my eyes and basked in the glory of being worshipped for a change. As she sucked me, Grace moaned and groaned, aurally demonstrating her vast enjoyment of the task. Before long, though, I couldn't pretend that I was still asleep. "Oh Grace!" I sighed passionately. "That feels soooo good! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Don't stop! Don't stop! Pleeaase don't stop!" Grace began sucking me more aggressively, sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, now harder than I could ever recall it being. I thought now would be a good time to fuck her. I could really make her feel good. But when I told her I wanted to fuck her, she shook her head no. Then, suddenly, I could hold out no longer. My cock erupted with a deluge of sperm. Grace managed to swallow all that I spewed. Or, at least, I thought she did. When I was spent, she slid her mouth off of my limp penis and, grinning mischievously, crawled up my chest and kissed me full on the mouth. When I welcomed her tongue she filled my mouth with a huge glob of thick jism. My cum! She'd held it in her mouth to share with me! We continued kissing, swirling the thick substance between our mouths. Once she'd forced me to swallow my sperm, Grace broke our kiss. She smiled lovingly. "I love you baby," she whispered. "I love how willingly you accept my desires. Such a sweet thing. Thank you. We're going to be so happy." She was right. I did willingly accept her desires. I loved her more than I ever knew I could love a woman - despite all that she'd done to control me. I couldn't wait to marry her and to spend the rest of my life making her happy. Grace clambered off of the bed. "Go take a shower. I'm fixing breakfast. Dress sexy for me," she ordered as she left for the kitchen. I knew what she meant too. I was going to be en femme for her today. Again. I turned the water on hot, took off my wig, and stepped under the steamy water. It felt great. It was so weird having my breast forms affixed to my chest. They felt so heavy with no bra supporting them. Plus, they felt so much more a part of me. I soaped my body and scrubbed the makeup off of my face, then turned off the water and stepped out. After toweling off, I entered Grace's room and tried to decide what to wear. In her closet, among her nightgowns, I found a sheer pink baby-doll that had a matching pair of sheer pink panties with black ruffles lining the bottom. I decided that was sexy enough. I slipped the panties up my legs and tucked my penis out of view. Then, I pulled the baby-doll over my head, without a bra, leaving my secured breast forms in full view. The sheer covering of the nylon obscured them just enough to make them appear real. Finally, I stepped into a pair of black, 4-inch high heels, sans stockings. I examined my physique in Grace's full-length mirror. I looked pretty hot, I must admit, even without a wig. Although, still, the difference between how I looked en femme with a wig, versus without one, was disturbing to me. I put on the long brunette wig and combed it out in waves. I clipped on my pearl earrings and the matching necklace. Finally, I applied a light amount of blush, eyeliner, and some mascara, followed by a thick coating of shiny red lipstick. I smiled at my image, knowing that Grace would be pleased. Or, at least, I hoped she would be. Walking with my penis tucked between my thighs required me to take shorter and tighter strides. But the effect was much more seductive and sexy. I consciously forced my bare shoulders back, causing my DD breasts to jut outward. Grace was intently moving about the kitchen, preparing breakfast. She must have heard my heels as they clicked on the hardwood floor. As she turned her eyes toward me, I paused, giving my best impression of a model on the runway giving the audience an opportunity to get a good view. Grace's mouth fell open, in a combination of surprise, astonishment, and unconcealed joy, upon seeing me. She dropped the dishtowel she was holding and walked purposefully toward me. As she drew near she softly placed her right hand upon my left cheek, and pulled me toward her with her left hand on my ass. Looking lovingly in my eyes she whispered, "So perfect. So, so perfect you are going to be. I can't wait Danni. For everything. For our life to begin." She leaned in and kissed me softly on my mouth. "Mmmmmm. Such sweet, soft lips," she sighed as we parted. She permitted her hands to roam all along the lines of my body, stroking my breasts as she did. Just then the teakettle began to whistle. "Oh!" she declared. "Let me get that. Why don't you wait on the balcony? I'm serving you this morning lover," she grinned, as she turned me in the direction of the balcony and gave me a playful slap on the butt. Teasing her, I put on my sexiest swish for her as I walked away. I could almost feel her eyes burning a hole in me as she watched my performance appreciatively. The air was cool, but refreshing. The wind caused the hem of the baby-doll I was wearing to flutter, sexily revealing my ruffled pink panties. Without any apprehension whatsoever, I leaned over the edge, unconcerned that someone might see me dressed as I was. I was totally confident that no one could discern that I was a man dressed as a woman. In a few minutes Grace appeared with a tray containing coffee, pastries, and a mimosa for each of us. She set them on the table and poured us each a cup of coffee. Then she handed me a mimosa and proposed a toast. "To our life together. Fully accepting. Fully accepted. Forever." She brought tears to my eyes. Although her words were, in a sense, ambiguous, they were, nonetheless, beautifully phrased. However she intended them, I was moved and felt happier than I could ever recall feeling. We touched our glasses and each took a healthy sip. Grace took my glass from my hand and returned each of our glasses to the tray. She then pulled me close and hugged me firmly, our naked breasts pressing against each other's. My previous apprehensions were surely diminishing, as all I felt was how wonderful it was to be held in that way by Grace. Afterward, we sat close together and enjoyed a quiet and peaceful breakfast. The breeze continued to caress our bodies, causing our skimpy, nylon nighties to flap freely in the wind. A few soft, loving kisses, punctuated the silence. Then Grace spoke. "So, when do I get to see what else you bought yesterday?" she asked, referring to the other packages I'd had when I got in the day before. "Is it driving you crazy?" I teased. She laughed. "I wouldn't say crazy, but I am curious." "Okay," I told her. I stood up and said, "Wait here. I'll be right back." I swished off of the balcony and went to her closet where I'd stashed the bags out of sight the evening before. I then returned to the balcony and handed her the several bags from 'Satin and Lace' full of wedding lingerie. "I hope you like what I picked out. Mandy and Gretchen help me select everything." Eyes big, Grace was smiling as she began removing the various sexy ensembles. "Oh Danni!" she exclaimed. "This is amazing! You've already purchased lingerie for our wedding and honeymoon! Such beautiful selections too!" Then, her eyes lit up. "I have an idea! Why don't you model it for me, so I can see how it is going to look?" She must have read the confusion in my eyes. Surely she didn't think the lingerie was for me? "Please baby?" she pleaded. "Seeing it on is the best way for me to envision how it will look." Well, that was different. Hesitantly, I replied, "Well, I suppose. Okay. It may take a while though," I said, hoping she might change her mind. No such luck. "We have all day," she cooed. "Now hurry up! Start with the wedding day and then move through honeymoon week." I gathered the several bags together and sauntered toward Grace's bedroom. Next, I spread the several outfits out upon her bed. I took off my baby-doll and panties. Standing nude in Grace's bedroom, a pair of voluptuous boobs hanging from my chest, I was suddenly struck by the irony of what I was about to do. Really, it seemed completely out of kilter with the natural order of things in the real world. I was getting ready to wear the sexy under garments and nightwear my wife would be wearing at our wedding and honeymoon before even she wore it. Normally, a groom wouldn't even be permitted to see such unmentionables in advance of the wedding. Then, the other irony hit me. Most other grooms would not have selected the items I was about to model for my bride to be. But I had. Thus, mired in confusion about my role, I began to adorn myself with the lingerie I'd virtually (with some help) handpicked for my fiance. Thankfully, the basque zipped up and clipped in the front. I was able to secure it snuggly and settled my boobs into the bra cups, which really caused my cleavage to be enhanced significantly. Next, I pulled the white satin thong up my legs and, tucking my penis firmly between my thighs, settling the thong firmly around my waist. Finally, I slid each stocking up my legs and clipped them to the garters dangling around my thighs. From within Grace's closet I was able to find a pair of white, satin covered high heels, although I wished they weren't so tall - at least 6-inch stilettos. It took a moment to adjust to the height and to maintain my balance. The effect upon my posture was severe, causing my ass to stick out more than usual, especially when I concentrated on keeping my shoulders back, as Grace often reminded me to do. I checked out my image in Grace's full-length mirror. I was amazed at how sexy I looked. I could almost not see the male in me. I could only imagine how hot Grace would look on our wedding night dressed in such sexy lingerie. Taking a deep breath, I carefully walked out of her bedroom to model for my fianc?. Walking required a concentrated effort on the tall, spindly heels. As I stepped onto the balcony, Grace was on the phone. She turned toward me and her eyes lit up. "Oh my!" she exclaimed, as if talking to both me, and whoever she was speaking to on her phone. "You should see him Mandy! Or, maybe I should say her! Look, let me call you back. The fashion show has begun. Bye!" I twirled one way, and then the other. Grace was beaming. "Oh Danni! You have such excellent taste! You look positively virginal! Such a vision! Such a fuckable vision! Oh God! Hold me back!" I was taken aback by her reaction, although, I don't know why. I realized that I looked pretty hot. I should have been glad she approved. After all, I'd purchased it for her. I wanted her to like it. Maybe just not quite so much on me. "I'm glad you approve," was all I said in reply. "Shall I continue?" "Oh yes! By all means! This is such fun!" I returned to her bedroom and removed the wedding day lingerie. After carefully folding it, I returned it to the bag and then put on the wedding night lingerie. The outfit consisted of a white garter belt, black stockings, white bikini panties covered with frilly white lace all around, and a sheer, soft white nylon baby-doll with lacy ruffles, similar to the ruffles on the panties, covering the built-in shelf bra. There was also a matching robe that hung open in the front. When I entered the balcony, Grace gasped as her hand covered her mouth in genuine shock and surprise. "You must want me to fuck you right now Danni! Do you realize how hot you look? I'm not sure I can wait until our wedding night." I know I must have blushed a thousand shades of red. Why did she refer to fucking me on our wedding night, of all nights? "Grace! Stop it! I'm only doing this because you asked me to. You're embarrassing me!" "I'm sorry baby," she cooed. "It's just that you look so amazing! Do you even have any idea? There isn't a man on the planet who wouldn't want to ravage you if he saw you dressed this way." Now she was making me uncomfortable. That was the last thing I wanted. I only wanted her to want me. "Th, that's not re, really appealing to me Grace," I said, a bit of a whine in my voice. "Oh! Of course not! I wasn't suggesting you would want it - only that they would want you. That's not so bad - is it? You like looking sexy - don't you?" she asked coyly. I squirmed under her questioning. I did like looking sexy. I had to admit it. But for her. That's all. "Only for you," I insisted. "Well, I suppose I should be happy you don't want to cheat on me. And you better never," she scolded. "But, still..." she let the thought trail off into the atmosphere. "You look hot enough to fuck. So you better hurry up and take that off. Let's see the rest." For the next hour I paraded back and forth between Grace's bedroom and the balcony, modeling all of the lingerie I'd purchased the day before with Mandy. Grace seemed genuinely pleased, at least if you consider her comments about how 'fuckable' I looked wearing each outfit. The upside was that I imagined she would be so horny that we'd have some amazing sex later. As I was removing the last of the wedding week lingerie, Grace came into the room. "Let's go out," she announced. "I want to move around and maybe get something to eat." I didn't really want to go out just then. Spending the morning alone with Grace had been so nice. On the other hand, this was her engagement weekend and I was committed to making it perfect for her. So, I agreed. Grace walked into her closet and came out holding two dresses. Both were very casual and comfortable looking. One was light blue, with a pleated skirt, a tight-fitting bodice, and short cap sleeves. The other one was a pretty floral print dress with a fluttery, nearly see through, skirt, an equally tight-fitting bodice, and spaghetti straps. Grace held first one, and then the other, in front of her. "Which one do you like for me?" she asked. It was difficult to decide. I could see her in either one and knew she'd look good regardless of which one I chose. In the end, I pointed to the light blue dress. Grace smiled. "I think I agree. Okay then, you can wear this one," she said as she handed me the floral print dress. What?! She expected me to dress as a girl again? Darn it! I really was stressed about this constantly being expected to dress en femme when we went out in public. Grace must have seen my disappointed expression for she said, "What? Do you want to wear the blue one?" No! That wasn't it! Crap! 'Just do whatever she wants,' Mandy had said. Fuck! I was not happy about this! I wanted to be with Grace as her male fianc? - not as her dress up doll! I accepted the floral print dress from her. "No," I told her. "This one will be fine," I said. Grace smiled and said she thought I'd look really cute in it. She then walked to her dresser and rummaged around until she came up with panties and a bra for each of us. She selected a light blue bra and panty set for herself. For me she had a pair of flowery French cut panties and a white strapless bra, since my dress had spaghetti straps. Handing them to me she said, "I'd say you could wear that without a bra, but as big as your boobies are, you may be uncomfortable walking around without some support." Accepting them, I thought to myself, 'Thank heaven for small favors.' What I said was, "Thank you." We each began dressing in our respective outfits. The strapless bra lifted and pushed my boobs up more prominently upon my chest. When I pulled the dress over my bra, there was a canyon of cleavage showing. Grace applied fresh makeup to the top edges, concealing them so that no one could tell they were not real. Grace then went into her closet and returned with matching purses and high heels for each of us. My heels were yellow, with 3-inch heels. Grace's matched her dress. Grace pulled me to her and kissed me gently. "You look pretty baby. Thank you. This really is the best weekend of my life," she said, causing me to melt into her arms. "I'm glad Grace. I'm glad." As we were leaving, her phone rang. Grace answered, "Hello!" "Oh! Hi Mandy!" "Yeah. We're heading out to get some fresh air and something to eat." "Sure," she continued her side of the conversation. "We'd love for you to. We'll meet you at Clyde's on Wisconsin in thirty minutes." Listening for a moment she answered, "We're wearing dresses," she apparently advised Mandy of our attire. "She does!" "Okay. See you in a few," and she clicked off her phone. Addressing me, she told me what I'd already deduced. "Mandy is joining us. She wants to see my ring." "Right," I said. "I guess I'm not surprised. She was pretty amped up yesterday when I bought it." We sauntered out into a beautiful day on the streets of Georgetown. Although I wasn't thrilled to be dressed as a woman, I was at least more confident in my ability to pass. I wasn't continually worrying that someone would realize that I was a guy masquerading as a girl. I did feel a bit awkward and uncomfortable when Grace showed public affection or held my hand. The thought that we appeared to the public as a lesbian couple, rather than what we were - a man and a woman engaged to be married - was difficult to adjust to. There was a pleasant breeze blowing, providing me a taste of what must certainly be a blessing and a curse for women. The flow of cool, fresh air under my skirt felt wonderful. On the other hand, I learned quickly that the price for such a refreshing flow of air was the risk that a particularly strong rush of air could lift ones skirt high enough to reveal ones panties. I know that if I were watching Grace and me walk down the street, such an occurrence would be a treat indeed. My worry was that such an occurrence might give someone a glimpse, not just of my floral panties, but also of what I had concealed therein. Thus, I was especially tuned in to not letting my skirt flutter too high. As Grace and I walked along Wisconsin, hand-in-hand, I noticed people turning their heads as we walked by. On the surface, we were two pretty women. The fact that we were holding hands made us that much more noticeable. After a while, though, I became accustomed to the stares. No one looked at me like they thought I was a man. I was precisely what Grace seemed to want - her feminized fianc?. As long as I could accept that, it seemed, Grace and I were going to be fine. I only hoped that she wouldn't always expect me to dress this way. Obviously, that could not work. We reached Clyde's and walked inside. Ahead of us, already sitting at the bar, was Mandy, flirting with some guy. Mandy was wearing a hot pink mini- skirt with a tight-fitting tank top. Her tits were poking prominently from her top. Her pretty blonde hair was pulled high upon the back of her head, into a ponytail. She saw us approaching and left the guy stranded, bewildered and unsatisfied. Bounding over to us, she grabbed Grace's left hand to check out her engagement ring. Squealing with delight she declared loudly, "Oh! My! God! Grace! It is amazing! Congratulations! To you both!" She hugged Grace and then me. "Danni! Can you believe it? You're going to be Grace's! The ring is perfect! Has this weekend been awesome, or what?!" she exclaimed loudly. Just then the hostess, a cute little girl with tiny, but pert, breasts, approached us to take us to a table. She overheard Mandy congratulating Grace about her engagement. "Congratulations ma'am! Who's the lucky guy?" As they each pointed at me, Mandy and Grace giggled the classic conspiratorial giggle apparently ingrained into the DNA of all women. I nearly choked. The little hostess girl's mouth fell open as she took a better look at me. She was clearly confused. Apparently, I looked so convincing, she simply could not see the man in me. I turned bright red as I suffered through this public embarrassment. I hated that Grace, and now apparently, Mandy, took such pleasure in humiliating me. "Oh my God!" the little girl reacted. "You are...amazing! I love your dress!" That was it? I get outed by my fiance as a guy wearing a dress? And all that the hostess says is that she 'loves my dress?' Flabbergasted, I replied, "Thank you. It's hers," I added, pointing to Grace. The young girl laughed and declared, "Well, isn't that convenient! You can wear each other's clothes!" We all laughed. Even I was able to see the humor. Frankly, I was so grateful that the girl did not make a huge scene that I was willing to forgive almost anything else that she said or did. "So," she asked. "Champagne ladies?" she suggested. Grace laughed and told her that was an excellent idea. "I'll have your waitress bring a bottle to your table." The hostess walked off to report our order. When she left, I turned to glare at Grace, but was met with the two devilish grins of her and Mandy, and couldn't bring myself to be angry. "Not funny," I told her. She and Mandy just giggled their enjoyment of their little tease. Mandy picked up the conversation and asked, "So, first things first, have you guys set a date yet?" Grace looked at me, as if I had an answer. When I said nothing, she said, "We haven't talked specifics, but if you want my opinion, the sooner the better. What about you Danni?" Maybe it was my maleness that was so cleverly concealed from public view by the dress I was wearing, but I was suddenly feeling like I was losing control. I'd only asked Grace to marry me last night. "Er, ah," I stammered. "Yeah, I, ah, suppose." Mandy pitched in, "I think you guys should have a destination wedding. Someplace exotic! What do you think?" she mostly asked Grace. Grace considered the suggestion. "Sounds nice," she agreed. "What about you Danni?" I began to realize I was only being asked my opinion out of deferential politeness. I was going to have no say so in this. "Sure," I answered. "Sounds good to me." "Excellent!" Grace replied. "Next," Mandy began, "I assume I'm Maid of Honor..." "Duh! Of course!" Grace shot back. "As if..." They each laughed. I silently envied their closeness. They truly knew each other's deepest thoughts and feelings. Turning to me, Mandy asked, "Do you know who your Best Man will be Danni?" They each looked to me for my response. As it hit me that I really had no idea, a sudden emptiness overwhelmed me. I was, for the most part, alone in the world. In effect, since Grace entered my life, my world revolved around her. I really had no close friends. I couldn't think of one person who I felt so close with that I'd ask him to stand up next to me as my Best Man. I had no brothers, and my father died when my older sister and I were each eleven and six, respectively. Grace interrupted my thoughts, "Danni? Are you okay luv?" Forcing a smile, I answered, "Yeah. It's just that, well, I can't answer the question." Mandy asked, "Why not? Isn't there someone you can ask Danni? Your father? A brother?" I looked at her, finding myself choking up and forcing back tears. I confided to them that I had no brother, and that my father died when I was young. I added, "I don't think so. I never thought about it until now, but I'm just not close to my guy friends. Really, I have no good friends, other than Grace. And you. I'm probably closer to my older sister than anyone," I admitted. "Welllll," Grace began, an idea bubbling forth. "Why not her? There are no rules that say your Best Man can't be a girl. Are there Mandy?" she asked. "I can't think of any," she agreed. They were each trying their best to cheer me up, but I wasn't convinced. Seeing their failure, they each said that they were serious. ?Why not?? they insisted. I thought about it for a minute. "Seriously? You don't think it would look funny? A guy with a female Best Man?" Mandy jumped in, "Absolutely not! In your situation, with no father or brother, I think most people would think it would be sweet for you to have your sister stand up for you." 'Sweet' wasn't exactly what I was looking for. On the other hand, I was close to Rhonda. Maybe it wasn?t such a ridiculous idea. As we were talking, our waitress approached with a bottle of champagne and three fluted glasses. ?Good afternoon ladies. I understand that congratulations are in order.? She smiled at each of us as she opened the bottle and filled our glasses. We thanked her and told her we would let her know when we were ready to order. Before she left us, I noticed her giving me a good look. It was apparent to me that the hostess had clued her in on my secret. Mandy lifted her glass to make a toast. ?Congratulations! To my two best girlfriends! A long and happy life together!? We each touched glasses and then sipped our champagne. I began to wonder what I was getting myself into. They each treated me as though I were a girl, instead of Grace?s fianc?. Grace addressed me. "I have an idea! Let's invite our families to visit next weekend! We need to tell them the news anyway. I only have my mom now, so the five of us can spend the weekend together getting to know each other. You can ask Rhonda then. I bet she'll be thrilled and honored that you would think of her." With Grace?s suggestion to get our families together, the enormity of what I was about to do suddenly hit me. I hadn?t even talked to my mom about what I had done in asking Grace to marry me, much less mention we?d been dating. Now, Grace was suggesting that we get together with her mom and mine, along with my sister. I began to worry how such a weekend would go. On the other hand, I couldn?t think of a good reason to disagree with her idea. After all, sooner or later, I needed to share my news with my mom. Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed with her idea. Grace was very excited about the prospect of meeting my mom and sister. Then, Mandy offered another idea that Grace just loved. Mandy wanted to host an engagement party at her house on the Saturday night that our moms and my sister were going to visit, so they could meet our friends and work companions. I wasn?t thrilled with her idea, but again, could not tell Grace no. So, it was agreed that we would each give Mandy the names of people who we wanted to attend. We were going to keep it small though. A few friends and close associates from our respective jobs. The conversation quickly shifted to the wedding and honeymoon plans. At that point, Mandy shared with Grace that I had just received a huge bonus, telling her at the same time that she should insist on a really exotic honeymoon locale. Although I was a little miffed at Mandy for sharing my financial boon with Grace, I couldn?t get but so mad, as I did plan to use that money to help pay for everything, including a honeymoon. Grace asked how I?d feel if she did the planning for the wedding and the honeymoon. She was so excited that I didn?t know how to exert any influence myself. I told her that would be fine. The next thing I knew, I was agreeing to give her access to the remaining funds from my bonus so that she could plan and pay for everything. In a way, I felt relieved to not have any responsibility for anything. On the other hand, I was feeling more and more powerless about everything generally. The rest of the afternoon was spent with me, mostly listening, to Grace and Mandy plan our wedding. Grace loved the idea of a destination wedding at some sort of island resort. She and Mandy discussed several options and decided to split them up and do research on each one independently and to then compare notes. Grace was surprisingly, at least it seemed to me, eager to hold the wedding as soon as possible. She and Mandy planned to meet to go shopping for Grace?s wedding dress the next afternoon. In the meantime, we ordered our meal and dined while they continued to plan. As for guests, we all agreed that the wedding would be small, especially since it was going to be a destination wedding. Asking a bunch of people to make such a trip was asking a lot, unless they could work it into their vacation plans anyway. I figured that I would ask my family, which included my mom, sister, a few aunts, uncles and cousins, and some of the folks from my office. Grace agreed that she only had a few family members to invite, plus her close friends and some people she worked with, including, unfortunately from my point of view, her boss. Still, I could hardly object to that. He was, after all, her employer. The afternoon passed fairly quickly and, soon, we found ourselves outside of Clyde?s hugging each other goodbye and going our separate ways ? Mandy to wherever - and Grace and me back to her apartment. It was late evening as we walked back down Wisconsin Avenue toward Grace?s. The street was still busy. Grace took my hand and pulled me close to her. ?Danni,? she began. ?I don?t know if you can tell how happy I am about marrying you. We are going to be so happy together.? I smiled, pleased to hear her say so. I wanted to say something about her asking me to dress in women?s clothes all of the time. It was really bothering me. ?Grace?? I began. ?Yes baby?? she replied. ?I was, ju, just wo, wondering,? I stuttered, as I always seemed to when attempting to have such a conversation with Grace. ?You don?t want me to always dress like this do you?? She looked at me as if I?d lost my mind. ?Are you serious?? she asked. ?Of course not! Don?t be silly!? she chastised me as if it was really stupid for me to even raise the subject. ?Only when I think it is appropriate,? she added. ?Really Danni! You are so funny sometimes.? I was part relieved. And part not relieved. I was relieved to hear that she didn?t expect me to dress like a woman all of the time. Not relieved to learn that she would be the decider of when I would, and when I wouldn?t. I?d sort of hoped I?d have something to say about it. Actually, I didn?t really mind wearing lingerie under my male clothing for her, or dressing en femme in the privacy of our home. What I had trouble with was venturing out in public, like now, dressed as a girl. I figured I had obtained enough of a commitment from her for now though. At least I needn?t worry that she planned for me to always dress as a girl.