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Chapter Twenty-nine Ten minutes later my Blackberry rang. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Mandy calling. I didn't answer. She tried to call two more times. I ignored her each time. That was it. I drove south until I reached Richmond, Virginia. I found a hotel near I-95 and went inside to check in. I went to the room I rented, dropped my suitcase on the floor, removed my clothes and stepped into the shower to attempt to wash the night away. After a while under the hot water, I felt more relaxed. I was at peace with my impulsive decision. For the moment. Naked, and for the first time in a long time not wearing a nightie to bed, I crawled under the covers. The one thing I could not leave behind, however, was the cage. It would eventually have to be removed by Grace. Or, at least, I'd have to get the key from her. After lying in my rented bed for a while, so many thoughts running rampant through my mind, I fell asleep. And it must have been a sleep I desperately needed. When I finally awoke the next day, it was nearly noon. With the opaque hotel curtains drawn, my room was completely dark. I crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom, sitting to pee, the only way I could wearing the cock cage as I was. I turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the hot morning shower bracket my slumber from the night before. After drying off I got dressed and prepared to continue my drive south. For now, I decided, I would do nothing to intentionally upset Grace or make any drastic decision about our future. As I gathered my keys and got ready to check out, I noticed for the first time that I had some missed phone calls, and then saw a series of text messages waiting. They were all from Grace. Hmmm. Mandy must have told her I left. I wondered if she told her why, or under what conditions. Reading through them, they read as follows: Text One - 1 a.m. - Danni? Are you okay? Call me. Love, Grace. Text Two - 1:15 a.m. - Danni? Please call. Grace. Text Three - 1:30 a.m. - Please call me Danni! I don't know what happened at Mandy's, but I need to talk to you. Pleeeaaasse! Text Four - 2:30 a.m. - Dear Danni, I don't know what is wrong. Or if you're asleep or awake. But I can't sleep for worry. I love you Danni and can't stand that you may be upset. Please don't do anything crazy. I love you Danni. I love you. I hope you know that is all that matters. I love you. Please call me. Your Grace. Fuck! She was obviously worried sick over me. I felt terrible for causing her anguish. I knew I should have called her right then. But I didn't know what I'd say. I didn't know how I felt. I loved her. That much was true. But could I live like she wanted me to? That was the question tormenting me. I had to do what was best for us. I couldn't let our life together start out on the wrong foot. We had to reach a resolution. But how did I want it to resolve? I needed to think it over. I decided to reply to her text. "Dear Grace, I'm sorry if you were worried. I'm fine. I fell asleep. I love you so much too. So much. But I need some time to think. I hope you understand. I'll call as soon as I can. Is that okay? Love, Me." Within seconds she responded. "Oh Danni! Thank God you are okay! I have been so worried about you. I thought something awful must have happened. Of course! Call me when you can. Are you coming to St. Simon's? Love, Grace." Okay. I wasn't ready to engage in a lengthy text chat. I replied, "I'm heading south. I'll call when my head is clear." She responded, "Okay. Please be careful sweetie. I love you." I didn't reply to her last message. I was so confused. What happened at Mandy's the night before just sent me over the edge. It wasn't so much the dressing in feminine attire, or humoring Grace's kink for me to wear lingerie all of the time. In fact, if I was honest with myself, I enjoyed it. It wasn't as though I hadn't had prior experience. It was something I was drawn to as a young boy. I just thought it was a thing of the past. Something a boy experimented with and then left alone. But I was a man now. And I truly thought I could be the man Grace needed. I just couldn't seem to get beyond the initial moment of making love to her as a man, and I always seemed to disappoint her. As much as anything else, I was worried about our wedding night. We, or I should say, she, had gone to great lengths to make sure I was ready to perform on our wedding night, but was it going to work? I really needed to make love to Grace, to make her respond to my cock the way a woman should. The way a woman needed to respond to her man. These thoughts swirled around in my brain on an endless loop. I loved her. I wanted to satisfy her. She wanted me to dress like a woman. She wanted me to please her like a woman. She loved cock. She needed cock. She deserved cock. She loved me. We loved each other. What more was there? Didn't the saying go, "Love conquers all?" Of course it did. Of course it did. I repeated that mantra over and over. As I drove south, I began to relax a bit. Just as I crossed into South Carolina, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was my sister. I tapped the hands-free button on my steering wheel. "Rhonda?" "Dan?" "Hi," I greeted her. "What's up?" She kind of chuckled. "I was wondering the same thing. What's up with you? Are you on your way to St. Simon's?" I wondered if she knew what happened. Or if she knew something happened, if not what. "I am heading in that direction now. I just got to South Carolina," I advised her. "Oh good!" she exclaimed. "I think your fianc? needs to see you. She is very worried Dan." Uh oh. So Rhonda was aware that something was up. "She is?" I asked. "What's wrong?" I tried to pretend as though I didn't know. "Dan! This is your sister you're talking to!" Rhonda took on her lecture tone. She knew. "What is going on? You can talk to me." Could I? I didn't think so. There was no way I was going to tell my sister that the problem was that my fianc? and her best friend were trying to turn me into a sissy. No way! "Rhonda," I began. "Everything is fine," I lied a bit. "I think I was just having last minute jitters. That's all." I just couldn't talk to anyone about this. Rhonda was silent on her end of the call. She was gauging her next words. I knew her as well as she knew me. "Dan," she began. "You asked me to be your Best Man at your wedding. I have never felt so honored by a request in my life. And you know there is nothing I would not do for you. Or support you in. People get cold feet all of the time. That is normal. But I would be doing you a disservice as your Best Man, and as your big sister, if I did not tell you this. Grace Andrews loves you. I've seen the way she looks at you. She loves you Dan. And I've seen the way you look at her. You love her. Don't let something stupid get in the way. Men and women always have their little things that are just between them, that others don't see or know about. It's the nature of relationships. But if there is love, nothing else matters. I can tell you that from experience. Tom didn't love me. I thought he did. But in the end, he didn't. And I couldn't live that way. You have a chance at a life with a woman who loves you. She is giving up a lot for you. So don't you do something stupid and mess this up. Do you hear your sister?" Wow! That was heavy! I didn't even know what to say. She made so much sense. The question was, would she say the same thing to me if she knew what Grace expected of me? I could only wonder, because I wasn't sharing it with anyone. Instead, I replied, "You have never steered me wrong Rhonda. Never. Thank you. I'll be fine," I assured her. "And I'll be in St. Simon's tomorrow. I'm going to stop in Charleston tonight. I'll be staying at the Vendue Inn if you need to reach me. I'll leave for St. Simon's first thing in the morning. Tell Grace I love her and that everything is going to be fine. Okay?" "Okay," she answered. "Okay. You take care little brother. Mom and I are so happy for you and we're looking forward to the wedding. Drive carefully," she added. "I will," I assured her. "Goodbye. And Rhonda?" "Yes?" "Thank you." "Any time Dan. Any time." I hung up the phone from talking to Rhonda and suddenly felt freer than I'd felt in a long time. Rhonda had always had a special way to reassure me of things. She helped me understand that I could not deny my love for Grace. We would have to straighten a few things out in regard to how open she was with our secret, although we couldn't put the cat entirely back inside of the bag. After all, Mandy and Gayle now knew about Sissy. I had to have faith that they would keep our secret. What we were going to do about Mandy was a different matter. I really liked her, but I was angry about how she'd used me the night before. That kind of episode could not be repeated. In a few hours I arrived in Charleston and checked in to the Vendue Inn. I was ready to relax, have a drink on their veranda overlooking the Charleston harbor, and then enjoy a good meal in their five-star restaurant. After checking in, I removed my clothes and took a shower to refresh myself. In deciding what to wear, I decided that there would be no harm if I indulged in lingerie beneath my clothes. Once I decided that I was going through with my marriage to Grace, there was no point denying that I would be wearing lingerie for her in the future, and since I enjoyed it as well, I may as well quit fretting over it and, instead, embrace it. I sorted through my suitcase, trying to decide what to wear. When my eyes fell upon the set my mother had given as a gift to Sissy, I decided that was my choice. I put on a pair of khaki pants and a dress shirt to wear to the veranda for my drink. A cute waitress met me and sat me right next to the rail, a beautiful picturesque view sweeping before me. I ordered a gin and tonic and relaxed for the first time in a while. The last few weeks away from Grace had worn on me. And last night at Mandy's was tough too. But I was ready to put it behind me. Tomorrow, Grace and I would have our rehearsal dinner and the next afternoon, we would be husband and wife. It was going to be great. And I was determined that I would make love to her like she had never been made love to before. I ordered another gin and tonic and when the waitress delivered it to me, she handed me a note. I took the note from her hand and opened it. Written in neat, cursive penmanship, was the following: "Dear Danni, I don't know what to say, or do, to prove to you how sorry I am for last night. I cannot justify what I did to you in any way. I don't even really understand what I was thinking. I love you Danni. You are my best friend's soon to be husband and we will know each other forever - I hope. I don't even want to try to justify what I did. Saying I just wanted that contract so badly I lost my head is a weak and pathetic explanation. Saying I really thought you might enjoy what I suggested was presumptuous of me. Please, please, please say that you will forgive me. Fondly, Mandy" Below her signature were two hand-drawn squares, one next to the word "no,' and one next to the word "yes." Written above the squares were the words, "Do you forgive a fool? Check yes or no." I looked around. 'Was Mandy here?!' I wondered. I summoned my waitress. When she approached I asked her, "Where did you get this note?" She glanced toward the veranda entrance and nodded in that direction. "A pretty blonde woman asked me to deliver it. She is hoping for a reply sir," she explained. I couldn't believe it! My sister must have told Mandy where I was staying. Mandy was amazing! How could I stay mad at her? After her going to this much trouble to track me down? I checked "yes," and handed the note to the waitress. "Here," I said. "Ask her to join me? And bring me another gin and tonic, and a Cosmo for the lady." "Yes sir," she smiled and went to deliver the note to Mandy. I sat back, feeling even better than before. I had worried how I'd handle the Mandy situation. But she solved that for me. And all that I had to do was to accept her apology. In a few moments I saw Mandy walking toward my table, a huge smile on her face. She was wearing a short, yellow flowered skirt and a dark blue pullover top that fit her torso snugly, accentuating her full breasts. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail sitting high on top of her head, swaying back and forth as she advanced across the veranda to my table. I realized when I saw her that being angry at Mandy was a lost cause. I didn't even have it in me to tease her about her shenanigans last night. I stood to greet her and she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a tight, warm hug. "Danni!" she exclaimed. "My God! I was such an idiot last night! Do you really forgive me?" I smiled to myself over her shoulder. Her hands rubbed my back and I knew right away that she could feel the bra straps. I'd forgotten that I was wearing the bra my mother gave me. Before I could reply to her question, she pulled back and looked me in the eye, a devilish grin dancing across her face. "Oh my Danni! I guess I didn't scare you completely away from femininity. Grace will be pleased to know that. I've had quite a row with her over my actions." I looked down, a bit embarrassed to be found out. But there was no point worrying now. I didn't need to play games with Mandy. "I guess I do like it," I admitted. "It's just the other stuff, sometimes, it's difficult. I'm sorry I ran off like that. I was just really scared and, I, ah,.." "Stop!" she said. "It's alright. I shouldn't have done that to you Danni. You asked me not to and I did it anyway. Hey! Can we forget it and never mention it again?" she asked. I hesitated. Then, smiling coyly I said, "Forget what?" and we each laughed. Mandy embraced me again and held me closely, rubbing my bra straps as she did. Just then the waitress arrived with our drinks and Mandy grinned even bigger. "Oh yeah! I can use one of these! Thank you!" she said to the waitress. "You're welcome ma'am." I clinked my glass to hers and said, "To friends." "To best friends!" Mandy responded. "Forever." "Forever," I agreed. We sat down and sipped our drinks, enjoying the view of the Charleston harbor. It was a beautiful, cool evening, and we settled into an easy conversation, each ordering several more rounds of drinks. We ordered several hors d'oeuvres as we drank and before we knew it, it was nearly eleven o'clock. I felt the first wave of exhaustion wash over me. The last 24 hours had been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me. I suggested that we probably ought to get some sleep, as we needed to be on the road early in the morning to arrive at St. Simon's Island in time to get ready for the rehearsal dinner. Mandy suddenly said, "Oh fuck! I need to get a room! I was so anxious to find you that I didn't ask if they had one." So, we walked to the front lobby to see if there was a room available. As it turned out, they were booked completely. Mandy asked if they could find her a room nearby and as the desk clerk began to check some of the area inns, I interrupted. "You know, that won't be necessary." I turned to Mandy, "Why don't you share my room? We can make do." "Oh Danni!" She cried out, hugging me in front of the desk clerk. "You're so sweet! Thank you! I'll run to my car and get my bag." As Mandy left to get her bag the desk clerk looked at me as if to say he could see me getting lucky tonight. I shook my head and explained, "She's my fianc?e's Maid of Honor. We won't be doing anything." He looked genuinely disappointed. "Should I send up a rollaway?" he asked. I said, "No. That's fine. I can sleep on the couch." "Okay Mr. Thompson," he replied. "Let me know if you change your mind." "I will," I assured him. "Would you mind giving Ms. Stratton a key to my room? I think I'll head on," I told him. "Of course," he said. I exited the lobby and walked to my room. I wanted to change before Mandy arrived. I went in and closed the door behind me. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped my arms out and then unbuckled my belt, unfastened my trousers, and pulled them off. After hanging my clothes in the closet, I sat on the edge of the bed to unfasten the stockings from my girdle. Before I could do so though, I heard Mandy fiddling with the key in the door. I stood to run in the bathroom, but she burst in before I could get there, the bellman in tow carrying her bag. Fuck! He saw me in lingerie! He'd tell everyone downstairs! I would be so embarrassed to check out. But Mandy stepped in to my defense. She reached into her purse as I cowered with my hands in front of me, as if that hid me from view. She pulled out a wad of cash and turned to the young man. Holding it in front of him, she said, "Will this make you forget what you just saw?" His eyes were huge from the combination of shock at seeing me, and the realization that he was about to receive the biggest tip of his career. He nodded. "Good," Mandy said. "Here then. Now go and keep this to yourself." He accepted the money and said, "Yes ma'am." Then, with one more glance in my direction, he bolted, closing the door behind him. Mandy turned to me, grinning from ear to ear, although I was a mess from the event. "You are a sexy looking thing Danni Thompson," she said. "Fuck! Why did you bring him here?" I whined. "I couldn't deny him his tip. That's how those guys make a living Danni! And besides, you'll never see him again. And," she teased. "You look marvelous! That's the set your mother gave to you. Isn't it?" I nodded. "Yes. It is" I sat down to finish removing the stockings. "No. Don't," Mandy said. "Please. Leave it on. Please. It's just us girls here Danni," she cooed. She tossed her bag on the bed and looked around the room. "There's only one bed," she observed. "I'll sleep on the couch," I told her. "Oh no you won't," she corrected me. "This is your room. Besides, I don't see why we can't share the bed. We've done it before." She was right. I suppose we could. I was beginning to let the ordeal of a few moments before dissipate. Mandy reached into her bag and pulled a single, flimsy nylon babydoll, holding it from her finger she grinned an evil grin. "Hmmm?" she seemed to seek my approval. "It's, ah, pretty," I acknowledged. Mandy pulled her top over her head, revealing her full breasts. She then slithered out of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She wore only a thin strand of a thong. Slipping her arms through the spaghetti straps of her nightie, she let it flutter over her shoulders. It barely covered her ass cheeks. Mandy gave me a little twirl, spinning her hem higher, revealing her shaved pussy lips outlined under the thin sliver of her thong. "Do you have anything to sleep in Danni?" she asked. I knew what she meant. Had I packed more feminine clothing? I admitted that I had. "Okay then," she encouraged me impatiently. "Get it out. I want to snuggle with my girlfriend's fianc?. Leave your bra on though. Will you?" I agreed. I went to my bag and dug around until I found a pink babydoll inside. I pulled it on and let it fall around me. When I turned, Mandy was looking at me and it was then I saw them in her hands. She was holding my breast forms. She'd brought them with her. She walked to me and pulled out the bra cups and slipped one in each cup. "There," she stated. "That's better." I smiled shyly. I did like the way they felt. The weight just did something to me. I felt more girly with them on. Less like a guy in women's clothing. Mandy pulled me to her chest and hugged me, our breasts pressing against each other's. Tugging me behind, she led me to bed. We pulled the covers back and slid in. Mandy held me closely. She brushed her hand across my face. "You are so sweet Danni. Grace is lucky. Very lucky. You know that. Don't you?" I was at a loss for words. "I suppose," I replied. She moved her mouth to mine and kissed me softly. I tried to resist, but something about her drew me in. I kissed her back. Softly. Gently. Our moist lips easily joining in a tender moment. Just then, Mandy's cell phone rang on the table next to the bed. She picked it up and glanced at the screen. "It's Grace," she announced and then answered. "Gracie! Hi!" Listening to Grace, her face grew serious for a moment, then she smiled, "Yes! She's right here with me. She's fine." I frowned. Why was Mandy referring to me in the feminine pronoun? Perhaps it was because I was dressed in lingerie and wearing breast forms. Handing the phone to me she said, "She wants to speak to you." I took the phone and spoke, "Hi." "Danni?" "Yes." "You're okay?" she asked. "Yes," I answered. "I'm fine. I'm, ah, I'm sorry Grace." "Sorry? Sorry for what? You did nothing wrong Danni." "I, ah, shouldn't have worried you. I love you Grace." She laughed lightly on her end. "And I love you too." We were silent for a moment. "What are you and Mandy doing?" she asked. I hesitated. Should I admit I was in bed with Mandy? I couldn't lie. "We, we're in bed," I said. "Together?" she asked. "Uh huh. She didn't have a room," I tried to explain. "Danni," she kidded. "Don't worry about it. You know I trust you with Mandy. And besides," she teased. "I have the key. Remember? Or, at least, I have access to the key. Nothing is going to happen to ruin our wedding night baby. Otherwise, you guys can do what you like." Fuck! She didn't need to remind me. I could already feel my penis expanding within its plexiglass prison. It was a painful reminder that my sister possessed the key to my release. "Uh, okay," I answered. "Is everything okay there?" I asked. "Everything is peachy!" she quipped, referring to the state fruit of Georgia. "All I need is a groom and I'll be a married woman soon. Will you leave early tomorrow? I can't wait to see you!" "Yes. You too. I can't wait." "Okay then. You guys get some sleep. Or, whatever," she joked. "Let me speak to Mandy again." "Goodnight," I said as I handed the phone to Mandy. "Hi," Mandy said. Listening for a moment she replied, "Don't worry Grace. I'll look out for her." There! She did it again. "Goodnight Gracie," Mandy said and flipped the phone closed and tossed it on the nightstand. Then, turning to me, she smiled broadly, and said, "Now! Where were we? Oh yes! I remember!" and she began kissing me again. This time deeply and passionately. We kissed for a long time, until Mandy nudged my face downward, and I realized what she wanted. Obligingly, I scooted beneath the covers and navigated my way south, until I was positioned between her legs, and could smell her feminine arousal. I flicked my tongue in her slit, slipping it inside of her wet, slippery flower. Mandy tasted delicious. She moaned appreciatively as I licked her, and then began sucking her pussy. I disappeared into that world I go to whenever I find myself between a woman's thighs. I did love providing women this pleasure. After a while, I could feel Mandy begin to reach a crescendo and I intensified my efforts to bring her to a final orgasm. She began bucking against my face and hissing my name. Or, well, not my name. My other name. "Fuck yes Sissy!" she encouraged. "Suck my pussy Sissy! Suck it!" And I did, until Mandy gushed her own version of feminine cum into my mouth, and which I willingly swallowed - hungrily, in fact. When she was sated, she relaxed, and pulled me to her, kissing me again. "Oh Sissy! You are so good at that! I envy Grace!" she admitted. I didn't know what to say. Confused by her calling me Sissy, "Thank you," was all that I could muster. She reached between my thighs and grabbed my restricted penis and stroked my balls. "Are you okay? I wish I could do something for you. But Grace made me promise. You have to wait until after the wedding. Can you make it?" I smile ruefully. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" She smiled pityingly, "I don't suppose you do. Oh well, only one more night! Then, she'll be all yours!" That was a comforting thought. Mandy snuggled up close to me, holding me tightly in her arms, almost mothering me, as she tried to comfort me. Successfully, I might add. I thought how nice it felt to be in the arms of a woman. It had been too long since I felt this kind of intimacy. Soon though - one more night - and I'd be in the arms of the woman I loved every night, and forever. Mandy and I fell into a peaceful sleep in each other's arms. When I awoke in the morning, the sun had risen, and Mandy was still holding me closely. I knew we needed to get out of bed, get dressed, and hit the road, since we had to be at St. Simon's to begin getting ready for the rehearsal dinner. Thankfully, we didn't have too far to travel to get there, as Georgia was only one state south of Charleston, South Carolina. I slipped Mandy's arm off of me and crawled out of bed. I tiptoed to the shower, trying to not wake her just yet. I was in the large, walk-in shower, washing my hair when the door swung open and Mandy slipped in behind me. I was a bit embarrassed for her to see me completely naked, my tiny penis in its cage. As for her, she was like a goddess, her beautiful, smooth shaven vagina, glistening from the shower water. She moved close, and then turned her back to me, shrugging her shoulders, coaxing me to wash her back. My penis twitched as it tried in vain to escape, my excitement at being this close to Mandy revealing itself. After I washed Mandy, she returned the favor. She was extra gentle with my balls, tenderly stroking them as she washed me. We each rinsed and stepped out, drying off together, smiling coyly at each other. It was hard to believe that the day before I was furious with Mandy. But no more. All was forgiven. When we entered the bedroom to dress for our trip, Mandy went to her bag and withdrew a box wrapped in pink and yellow paper. "What's that?" I asked her. "It's a, well, I guess you'd call it a wedding gift," she answered. "Really? Who for?" "You silly," she giggled as she held it out toward me. "What is it?" "Open it," she said. I examined the package. It wasn't a large box, but I could not have guessed what was inside. It was rather lightweight. I tugged at the curly pink ribbon and the bow unraveled. Slipping a finger under an edge of the paper on one end, I unfastened the tape and began pulling the paper from around the box. As I removed the top, a fresh scent of lilac escaped into the room. Pulling away the tissue paper I discovered Mandy's wedding gift to me. Lingerie. But not just any old lingerie. No. This set was gorgeous. Delicate. Pretty. Mandy was smiling broadly as she intently watched me discover her present. I lifted the panties from the box and held them up. They were a pastel blue, covered with navy blue polka dots, and sheer, white lace embroidery in the front. The bra and garter belt matched the panties. Beneath the bra and panty set was a delicate, see-thru, pale blue slip. I forgot for the moment that I was a man receiving such a feminine gift as his wedding present. The beauty of her gift mesmerized me. And all I could think was how much Grace would love it when she saw me wear it for her. "Sooo? What do you think?" Mandy asked for my reaction, as if my eyes didn't reveal enough. "They are beautiful Mandy," I admitted. "I, uh, I love it. Thank you," I said, my gratitude sincere. "Will you try it on for me?" she asked. "Will you wear it today?" Whoa! I hadn't thought of that. I figured I'd save it for a special occasion. With Grace. But I couldn't deny Mandy's request. "Okay. I suppose so. Sure." "Splendid!" she shrieked. "Let me help you with the garter and bra." Mandy moved behind me and wrapped the garter belt around my waist, fastening it in the back. She then held the bra in front of me and allowed my to slip my arms through the straps, and she clipped it at the back as well. Picking up the panties, she knelt in front of me so that I could step inside them. The set felt lovely. Mandy had also included a pair of black silk, backseam stockings that she rolled up and slid up my legs, fastening them to the eight garter clips surrounding each of my thighs. She stepped back and told me to turn around. I did a little modeling twirl for her and she gasped, she was so stunned by how nice the lingerie looked on me. "Gracie is going to love that Danni!" "Do you think?" I asked, quite sure that she would. "Duh!" Mandy replied. "Here. Put the slip on." I picked up the delicate, sheer slip and pulled it over my head. It felt heavenly. The effect of the slip was to slightly obscure the dark blue polka dots on the panty set. The result was a very sexy, and yet somewhat innocent, look. I liked it. A lot. Mandy's eyes were ablaze with appreciation. "Oh Danni! It looks so, so sexy! Blue is your color!" I smiled at her compliment. "Do you think so?" "Absolutely! You have to wear it today and to the rehearsal dinner! Okay?" I didn't see how I could refuse her, she was so excited. Plus, I did like it. "Okay," I agreed. We both went about dressing for the drive to St. Simon's. After packing our bags, we went downstairs to check out of the Inn. I hoped against hope that I wouldn't see the bellboy from the night before. And, thank heavens, he must have been on the evening shift. Still, I felt like the rest of the staff was looking at me funny, as if he told them what he'd seen anyway. I knew it was probably paranoia, but I couldn't help it. It turned out that Mandy had rented a car for her drive to find me in South Carolina. Thus, we delivered her rental to the local drop-off and drove together to the wedding site. The day was beautiful, and now that we'd put our little spat behind us, all was well between Mandy and me. We even had an honest, heart-to-heart talk about Grace, and how our relationship had evolved. By the time we arrived at St. Simon's, Mandy had helped me understand that, no matter what my fears were to the contrary, Grace loved me, was entirely satisfied with me, and that my acceptance of her desire to dress me and treat me in a feminine manner were not matters for me to let interfere with our future life together.