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A Year in Heels The Memorial Day party had wound down and all that was left were my wife and I and our hosts. Patty, my wife, was sitting beside me running her fingers lightly along the inside of my thigh. It was driving me insane. Her fingers glided easily over the silky stocking just below the hem of my skirt. I desperately wanted to guide her hand further up my thigh but instead I just smiled and kept on chatting with our neighbors. Frank and Sheila were sitting across from us. The party had been their idea, an identity swap for the evening. All the couples had to come as their opposite. So, Frank was also sitting there in a dress beside his wife who was wearing a man's suit, just like my wife was. Only Frank didn't seem to have put as much effort into his costume as I had. "I really had fun tonight!" Frank crowed about the party. "It was a real hoot seeing all the guys tottering around on high heels. And was it just me or were most of the wives really hot dressed up like men?" "No, I'd have to agree; even in a suit my wife is still stunning," I raked my fake fingernails along the inside of her leg. "And you look quite good, too, Sheila." "You certainly went the extra mile," Sheila pointed out. "Nobody else went to the lengths you did. If Patty hadn't been with you I would have thought some strange woman had shown up uninvited." "Anything worth doing is worth doing right," I laughed. "I don't know, Mark," Frank shook his head. "I think maybe you are enjoying it a bit more than the rest of us did." "Well, to be honest, right now I am getting hornier by the second." I laid my hand on top of Patty's pressing it flat against my leg. "Perhaps we ought to be heading home then, it is going to take you a while to get all that stuff off," Patty purred. "I may not wait til it all comes off," I reached over higher up her leg. "Easy tiger, I'm sure they don't want to see any of what's on your mind." "Hey, Patty, did you go all out, too?" Frank teased. "Got yourself a strap-on under that suit? Going to show him what it is really like to be a woman?" "Frank, in the first place, it isn't any of your business. And in the second place, this little party was fun, but you guys still have no idea what it is like to be a woman. It will take a hell of a lot longer than one evening to learn that." "Oh, come on, you girls have it so easy!" Frank went on. "Look, you get guys to buy you drinks, buy you dinners. Then once you are married nobody says anything if you don't work. Guys are expected to do all the physical stuff. You fix dinner and clean around the house a little. Whoopie!" "You can't be serious?" Patty challenged him. "Do you believe this crap he is spewing?" She looked at me. "I don't think it is too far off," I admitted. "I know a lot of women get the short end of the stick in the workplace. At home I do anything physical and I have to keep up with anything to do with the cars. You cook the dinners and do the cleaning." "I don't believe this," Patty pulled her hand back from my leg. I could feel the empty space now as much as when her hand was there. "Listen, I think Frank is just trying to jerk your chain," I tried to backtrack a bit. "No, he isn't," Sheila interjected. "He really believes all that crap." I sighed. "Alright, look, we all have our trials and tribulations to deal with. Take getting ready tonight. To be honest, I haven't ever been this comfortable at a dress up party before. So much better than having a starchy collar cinched tight around my neck with a tie like a noose. Sure the shoes are rough, but I think if I were used to them they'd be a lot better than the shoes I've worn to other parties. And the skirt and the stockings feel very nice. The extra time to do all the make-up and all was well worth the trade-off." "Really," Patty leaned back and looked me in the eye. "You know, working from home does give you certain freedoms. I think I might like to offer you a bit of a challenge." "What kind of challenge?" I didn't like the look she was giving me. "I think you should spend some time being a woman," she grinned. "Of course the people at your work wouldn't know since they only talk to you by phone, but the rest of the time you would dress and perform all of the things the woman of the house would do. And I will do the same, except since I actually leave the house for work I won't be dressing like a man during work hours, but I will do all the things around the house that have been your responsibility." "For how long? A week?" I probed. "A week?" Sheila squealed. "That is just the tip of the iceberg. Patty, if you get him to do this he needs to know what it is really like. It has to be longer." "A month?" I frowned at Sheila. "Oh, I think at least three months," she grinned back. "No, I think a year should do it," Patty announced. "A YEAR!?" I practically jumped but remembered I was wearing a skirt just in time to not flash Sheila and Frank. "Yes, I think that would be about right," Patty was off somewhere in her mind looking at things I couldn't see. "You'll get to deal with a lot of different circumstances over the course of the year. It will be an interesting experiment. We can see tonight that you ought to be able to pull off any public appearances. Yes, this will be fun." "Yeah, fun. Thanks a lot, Frank!" I sneered at him. "Oh, sweetie, remember: Anything worth doing is worth doing right," Patty patted my leg again. Frank just threw up his hands and grinned. * - * - * We walked back to our home just down the block. The cool night air felt good after the warmth of the crowd that evening. I wasn't sure how angry Patty truly was. I was comforted when I felt her wrap her arm around me and pull me closer. "This is going to be interesting," Patty offered as we started up our front walk. "You weren't really serious about that, were you? I thought you were just trying to torture me for kind of agreeing with Frank." "Oh, I'm serious. I think it would be good for you," she fished in her pocket for the keys to the door; I hadn't bothered carrying a purse. "And I think it might be good for me too. It'll be good for us to see a bit of the other's life." She ran her hand down the back of my skirt giving my bottom a squeeze. She pushed the door open and I followed her inside. Once in the door I gently grabbed her arm and turned her back to face me. I stepped closer and ran my hand up the front of her slacks. "You really didn't put a strap-on in here, did you?" I could already feel there wasn't anything that shouldn't be there. "No, but he was being a jerk. Let him wonder for a while." I could feel my skirt slowly climbing up my leg and was reacting to it. "Hmm, this is interesting," she purred as she began stroking me through the satin panty I was wearing. I started pulling the zipper down on her slacks when she moved out of my reach. But she hadn't moved away, only down. With one had she held my skirt up out of her way and explored my cock through the panty with the other. "You look like you are quite excited by this," she teased. "Oh, gee, you think so?" I stammered trying to maintain my balance. "Oh, yes. I'd say so." She slid her fingers into the panty through the leg hole and extracted me holding me tight in her hand. I was aching to feel her mouth on me but she just seemed to be staring at me, waiting, for what I don't know. She ran her hand up against the satin panties, now flat against my body. "I never imagined I would find myself doing something like this," she whispered. Her hand slid from my front and began moving around to my ass, tracing the line of the panty, then down my leg across the lace top of the stocking, then further down my leg to the ankle. "I like how you feel in these, so soft, and silky smooth." My heart was pounding. Part of the skirt was tickling the head of my prick and I could feel myself tensing making it bob slightly in front of her face. She slowly began running her hand back up my leg. Just as she reached the back of my knee she surprised me by leaning up and forward and taking my cock into her mouth. I gasped. She let go of my skirt and it tumbled down against her face but she paid it no mind. Both hands were now slowly caressing my legs as she worked her mouth along my length. Suddenly she backed off. "Hold your skirt up for me, babe," she looked up at me. "It keeps getting into my mouth." I just nodded. I took the front of the skirt in my hands and raised it up. Most of the skirt had pooled behind the hard-on standing there between us. "Thank you," she grinned and enveloped me in her warm mouth once again. She worked me so slowly I was in ecstasy feeling her tongue and lips caressing me. I was getting closer to orgasm and I knew she would stop soon. Instead I felt her arms pull against my legs driving me as deep into her mouth as she could take me. I came, she coughed a little, I came and came. I felt like I was pouring buckets into her and she kept her lips sealed tightly to me until at last I was drained. She slowly let my dick slide from her mouth. She licked at it a bit and then released my legs. She gently pulled open the side of my panties and placed me back inside. "You can let your skirt back down now," she whispered again. "Yeah," I let go of my skirt and unconsciously smoothed it back out. "You've never done that before." "I know," she stood back up and loosened her tie. "I never wanted to before, but suddenly I just felt the need. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. You don't taste that bad. Now, come take me to bed, you can return the favor until you are recharged." I followed her to the bedroom watching as the jacket was tossed onto a chair, the tie hit the floor, the shirt tossed onto the dresser. She kicked her shoes off into the corner of the bedroom, her pants fell down around her ankles and she stepped out of them. "You do the rest for me," she turned to face me. "OK," I pulled the tight t-shirt she was wearing up over her head freeing her breasts, I squatted and pulled the boxers to the floor. Standing up I kissed her firmly on the mouth, fondled her breasts then gently pushed her back onto the bed. She dutifully scooted back from the edge so I could pull the socks from her feet. Now that she was completely naked and waiting I began to pull my blouse off. "No, don't," she instructed and scooted further back up the bed so that she was almost sitting up. "I want you just like you are right now. I want to see your pretty made up eyes looking up while your lipstick covered lips suck on my clit. I want to see your stocking covered legs hanging out from under your skirt while you eat me up." I was feeling a stirring in my panties already. I couldn't believe I was recovering so quickly. But I also had never heard my wife talk this way in the twelve years of marriage that we shared. After her performance in the entry I was certainly going to do my best not to disappoint her. I slowly crawled up from the bottom of the bed between her legs holding my skirt so I wouldn't get caught on it. I kissed her knee, then her thigh. I planted another on the small patch of pubic hair that she never shaved off. I didn't stop there though. I proceeded to kiss her stomach, I moved to her breasts sucking on first one nipple, then the other. I stared into her eyes the whole time I did it keeping them only partially open so she would get the full effects of the make-up on my face. I rocked forward slightly and kissed her on the mouth knowing my skirt was brushing against her pussy that I was certain was aching for attention. I was getting hard again, I could feel the slick satin against my cock as it expanded. I could take her now but I wanted to respect her wish for a good eating out. I slowly backed down her body pushing my skirt out of the way as I went. I lowered myself, wrapping my arms under her thighs and reaching up to caress her breasts with my false fingernails. My lips descended to meet her lower lips. I pushed my tongue in dividing them seeking the treasure they hid. I sucked it into my mouth playing with it with my tongue. I released one of her breasts and pulled my hand back. I was temporarily blocked by my own false breast and I almost laughed, but I moved and gently inserted my thumb, careful not to scratch her with the fingernail. I slid easily up inside, she was drenched. She grabbed my hair and ground my face against her crotch, not nearly worried about me being gentle as I was. I squeezed her ass with the four fingers outside letting the fingernails bite into her flesh slightly. She groaned and wrapped her legs tightly around my head, her heels digging into my back, I could feel my bra being pushed around. I kept up my assault on her body and was rewarded with a scream of pleasure as her body was racked with orgasm. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, dear God. That was amazing." I lifted my face from her crotch, certain my lipstick was smeared making me look more like the Joker from Batman than the somewhat sophisticated lady I was a mere fifteen minutes before. I slipped my hands from where they had been doing there work and sat up on my knees. "Take me now!" she groaned and slid down the bed toward me. "Really? You ready?" I was incredulous. "I wish I hadn't slipped that wonderful cock of yours back inside those panties. I want you now!" I locked my eyes on her and began raising my skirt, deliberately taking my time. I repeated her move from earlier pulling my cock through the side of the panty. Holding my skirt up, I leaned forward and moved closer. She reached down and guided me inside her. She wrapped her legs around mine, I could feel them sliding along my stockings. I thrust in deeply and she tilted her hips to take me as deep as I could go. Her legs rubbing mine making my skirt ride up and down. I wouldn't last long. I needn't worry, she grabbed at me, wrapping her arms around me and pulled me against her body. She panted in my ear as she was once again enjoying a mind-numbing orgasm. I released again filling her with my love. "Holy shit," Patty giggled. "I can't believe this. Oh my." She rubbed my back below my bra. "You need to go clean up. Get that makeup off your face, it isn't good to sleep in it." I nodded and slowly withdrew from within her. I moved to sit on the side of the bed and undid the straps on my high heels letting them drop to the floor. I reached under my skirt and peeled the stockings from my legs dropping them beside me on the bed. My blouse slid over the top of my head and I felt Patty moving on the bed. In a moment my bra fell loosely from my shoulders. "Thanks," I grinned at her. I stood and pulled off my skirt. I looked down and my limp cock and balls hanging outside the black satin panties. "I still like the view from here," Patty offered staring at my behind. "Thanks," I peeled the panties off adding them to the pile of clothes that had recently adorned my body. "Would you bring me back a warm cloth please?" she rolled back to her side of the bed. "Of course," I ambled off to the bathroom. I got a facecloth, got it ready and took it to Patty and then returned to the bathroom. It took me quite a while to get the makeup off, and the fake fingernails. By the time I got back to the bed Patty was sound asleep. I crawled under the covers and she nestled up beside me. It took me no time at all to join her in unconsciousness. * - * - * I sometimes wish I could have a four day work week. It seems to go by so fast. With the holiday on Monday, this week flew by. I hadn't given much thought to the party earlier in the week, though I thought about the sex my wife and I enjoyed after it a lot. I woke up Saturday morning and Patty was lying there looking at me. "What's up?" I asked trying to clear my eyes of the sleep. "Tomorrow's the big day. I'm just wondering what things are going to be like for the next year." "What are you talking about?" I was trying to get my whole head clear now. "Tomorrow is June first. We start living each other's lives for a whole year. We need to do some shopping today to get ready!" she hugged me. "You are still serious about that?" I was stunned. "I thought we were done with it." "Oh, no, honey. We are going to do it," she draped her leg over mine. "And if I don't want to do it?" I pleaded. "Well, I can't make you do it. You need to want to understand me better. And, I think I need to understand you as well. If you really do love me, you'll at least try. And if we get someplace and want to quit, then at least you'll have put in the effort." "I hate it when you blackmail me," I groaned. "I did no such thing," she protested. "If you love me? That is blackmail. There isn't anything I can do or say to get around it except say I don't love you but that isn't true. I love you very much." I wrapped my arm under her head and around her shoulders pulling her close. "Good," she shifted quickly so that she was sitting atop me. "Then let's have a little morning workout before we do that shopping." She wasted no time getting me into her and it wasn't long before we were sharing a shower washing each other's body. I threw on jeans, t-shirt and sneakers; she wore slacks, blouse and flat sandals. As we drove to the mall she explained everything she had in mind. She made me promise that after the first week I would pretend like I really was in an office rather than working from home. If I forgot anything in my purse, I couldn't just return to our bedroom and fetch it, I had to either do without or find a way to replace it as if I were working at a real office. We got to the mall and it was a surreal experience watching my wife pick out men's clothes that she would wear while at home. She had the advantage in that she often shopped for me; I never really wanted to do clothes shopping unless I really had something I needed. When we moved to the women's clothes I had to make the selections. She wouldn't give me any hints except to tell me what sizes I wore to the party. She didn't even tell me where to start so I just decided to start at the inside and work out. Lingerie first. I liked the satin panties I wore and I chose several pair like them, as well as some lacy ones. Bras that matched with lace and little bows, all very sexy. Several pairs of stockings joined the pile before moving on to the clothes. Being summer time I chose several sundresses in various colors. I also found a couple long dresses with fabric so light and airy that I thought they would be perfect on some cooler evenings. Nightgowns came next: long and short, some opaque, some see-through. Patty watched me without saying a word. The woman at the checkout was wide-eyed at the mass of clothes we dumped on the checkout counter. Not as wide-eyed as I was when I saw the total. This little experiment was costing us a small fortune. "You haven't shopped with me much," Patty commented. "You'd have been ready for that number if you had. You'll get your chance though." We got back to the house and spent the rest of the day cleaning out our dressers and closets of all our old clothes. Well, I got rid of mine; Patty moved enough out to make room since she was still going to need to dress for work. She assured me that she would be doing her part. At last we finished and collapsed on the bed. "When we get up tomorrow, it is on," Patty grinned. "Yeah, I guess it is. I don't want to back out now that we spent all that money." "Trust me. This will be good," she kissed me and we fell asleep. * - * - * "Good morning," Patty was sitting on the side of the bed. "Morning, sweets," I sat up. "How about a nice breakfast? Eggs, sausage, toast?" she asked. "That sounds great to me," I immediately perked up. "OK, I'd like my eggs over easy today," she walked to the bathroom. I sat there stunned for a moment and then realized she always made the breakfast while I showered. I went to my dresser and pulled out a long silk nightgown. I dropped the boxers I had been wearing in the dirty laundry knowing that they would join the rest of my clothes stored away once they were clean. After putting on the nightgown I realized I would need to wear panties with it. I sorted through my panty drawer, selected a thong and pulled it up under my nightgown. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt a little silly, but I was also thrilled by the feel. I walked into the bathroom and opened the lid on the toilet. As I started pulling up my nightgown I heard Patty clear her throat. "You had best sit down to do that," she admonished me. "Are you planning on standing when you pee?" "Would if I could, but you can sit," she answered. "Besides, you might as well get used to it because if you are out somewhere you are going to need to sit when you go into a ladies' room." I hiked up my nightgown, pulled the panty down and sat. It was tough trying to pee because I was already feeling aroused from the things I had on. "Maybe we should only do this here at the house," I offered. "I could get arrested or something if I go into a ladies' room and get discovered." "We've already talked about how passable you can be, just don't do anything to draw attention and it will all be fine." I stood and pulled the panty back up, a small wet spot darkened the fabric, I dropped my nightgown and flushed. I went to the kitchen and began pulling the breakfast things together. I did my best cooking and preparing but my timing was way off. The eggs were cold by the time the toast was ready and I broke one of the yolks. Patty walked into the room and took a seat at the table. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and no make-up. I placed the plate in front of her and then brought over her coffee. At last I was able to put my own plate on the table. I sat down and felt my nightgown pull backwards. I stood, pulled it back into place, gathered it and sat again. Much better. "You forgot the jelly," she pointed out as she took a bite of toast. "Oh, sorry," I jumped up and fetched it from the refrigerator. "Anything else?" "No, I think we have everything," Once again I gathered my nightgown and sat. We finished breakfast I took my plate to the sink; Patty brought hers and kissed my cheek. "Not too bad, I'm sure you'll get better at it," she patted my ass and wandered off out of the kitchen. I knew she wasn't being mean, just honest. We would be having a lot of honest moments, of that I was certain. I cleaned up the kitchen and made my way to the bathroom. I showered and shaved my entire body. There wasn't much from having shaved the previous week for the party but it still took time. I did a light make-up and fixed my hair. Finally I grabbed a blue sundress from the closet. Back in the bedroom I picked out a bra and pair of panties. I dressed and looked in the mirror. I felt passible, but I also realized it had taken me the better part of an hour to get that way. I went to my side of the bed and changed my alarm clock backing it up thirty minutes that I would need to get ready for work in the morning. At last I could go and join Patty. I walked barefoot into the living room where the television was on and Patty was perusing the newspaper. "Wearing a dress, eh?" she asked as I took a section of the paper and sat. "Yeah, I guess I should have thought to buy some things for just lounging around the house on off days. All I was thinking about was dressing nice for work." "Well, you can always go shopping for more things. You are going to want to anyway," she smirked. "Why? This dress is comfortable enough to lounge in. I don't care if you look." "If you need to leave, what shoes will you wear? The pair you wore to the party really doesn't go with that dress or several of the others. And you have to wear shoes to work, just like you were in an office. You can kick them off under your desk, but you have to put them on if you leave your desk," she instructed. "Fine, I guess I need to change," I sighed dropping the paper on the couch. "Oh, by the way, I think my car needs gas. Would you go fill it while I get ready?" The smugness disappeared from her face as she realized this was something she always asked me to do. "Of course, dear," she closed the paper and stood up. "You probably ought to have picked up a wallet that would fit in your pocket. Men don't carry purses," my turn to be a little smug. She just grinned at me and left the room. I saw her pass by with her keys and wallet in her hand. "Be back in a few minutes." And she disappeared out the door. I went back to the bedroom and found a skirt and blouse to wear with my shoes. After all the money we spent yesterday I thought we would be done. I stripped off my dress and decided to put on some nude hose before adding the black pleated skirt and yellow blouse. I put on the shoes and went and found my shoes. Of course at this moment I realized why Patty had given me that last grin; I was standing there with my wallet and keys and no pockets. No purse either. Borrowing one of Patty's was out of the question as that was a part of the deal. I had to have my own things. I sighed and went to wait for her to return so I could do more shopping. At last she returned and I went to meet her at the car. "You look very nice," she wrapped her arm around me and kissed me. "Would you like to come with me? I'm a little nervous about going out like this for the first time, especially alone," I admitted. "I understand," she grabbed my ass. "Mmm, I do like the way you feel. But, I think you ought to tackle this one on your own. You're going to have to do it eventually, might as well start now." "Thanks," I felt my heart rate jump with a bit of fear. "By the way," I called to her as I carefully slid into the driver's seat, "the trash is full and needs to be taken out." Patty laughed and waved as I started the car. I turned the air conditioning up higher as I could already feel the sweat gathering from my nervousness. It felt odd because it was in places different than I was accustomed too, like especially around my bra. I got to the mall parking lot again and sat there for several minutes trying to compose myself. If I believed in who I was, everyone else around me would believe it too. I took a few more slow deep breaths and left the car. First thing I needed to get was a purse. It was ridiculous trying to carry my things around. I headed toward one of the anchor stores. Whenever I walked into these before it never failed that the cosmetics counter was right there, jewelry usually close to that, and inevitably purses. Instead of hurrying through this time I worked my way over to the purses and began looking through them. I was hoping to find something simple that would go with most of my outfits so I wouldn't have to keep swapping them out as I've seen Patty do many times. The more I looked, the more I realized I was going to be buying a few purses. I found a black one with a wallet that was included, a brown one and a red one. I thought that would at least get me through most of what I needed. As I started back through the cosmetics area I decided to pick up a few things that I would be able to keep in my purse for repairing my makeup. I left the store and wandered the mall doing a lot of window shopping looking for someplace that might have shoes for sale. Eventually I did find a place I liked the look of and ended up spending almost two hours picking out various shoes ranging from sleek high heels to comfy flats in various styles and colors. Bags in hand I again trawled the mall looking to buy a few pairs of slacks and women's tees. I scored and got the things I needed. "OK," I thought to myself, "a rough start but I think I am ready to go now." I was feeling good about getting through my shopping trip though I realized a few more things. My feet were screaming not being accustomed to doing all this walking in high heels. Also, my legs were extremely warm from the pantyhose. I was beginning to understand why women didn't wear hose in the summer. I trudged out to my car and fished in my purse for my keys while trying to keep from dropping all my bags. At last I found the fob and the trunk lid popped open. I deposited the bags in the trunk and brushed a renegade lock of hair away from my face. I got into the car and went back home. "Hey, you're back," Patty called as I came in. "How'd it go?" "It went well, no problems and I found a few more things I needed that I didn't think about yesterday. There are a couple more bags in the car; would you go bring them in please?" Patty got up and went out to the car. I walked into the bedroom and dropped the bags I had onto the bed. Then I got rid of my shoes. As nice as the hose felt, they had to go too; I was just way too warm. Patty walked is as I was finishing removing them. I leaned back and flexed my toes. "Tough walking around in high heels all day?" she tossed the other bags onto the bed. "I'll get used to it I think, it wasn't too bad. It was too warm for pantyhose though. I don't think I'll be getting a lot of use of them through the summer," I smiled at her. "Learning more every minute," she grinned. "So, what are we having for dinner?" I hadn't thought about it at all. I got dumped in the deep end and I was having troubles keeping afloat. "I don't know yet," I admitted. "I'll go hunt the pantry and see what I can get together. You have any requests?" "Nope, whatever you decide on will be fine," she gave me a kiss and drifted back to the living room. I glanced over at the clock and saw it was already a couple minutes past 4:00. I had wasted most of my day trying to get things I didn't realize I needed. I got up and made my way to the kitchen. An hour later I had a simple spaghetti dinner with a jar of sauce ready on the table. I poured us each a glass of wine and called Patty to join me. Dinner was a lot better than breakfast and we talked about things while we ate. Innocuous things like movies, plans for the week, the usual married talk we shared. When we finished we worked together to clean up the kitchen, something that was normal for us. Then we retired to the living room and watched some television. I realized I was falling asleep and it was barely 9:00, worn out from my day. I told Patty I was heading for bed and retired to the bedroom. I grabbed my nightgown that I had worn earlier and went to the bathroom. Once I undressed I took a deep breath free of the band that had held me constricted throughout the day. I pulled the nightgown on and proceeded to wash my face. After hanging up my skirt and tossing the blouse onto the pile of dry-cleaning I went to bed. Patty was already there curled up and just about asleep. I looked at the clock and it was already 10:00. I slipped between the covers and tried to drop back into the sleep I was so close to just an hour before. Between washing my face and trying to deal with sleeping in a nightgown for the first time, sleep seemed a long way off. It didn't help that within five minutes I heard Patty's breath deepen indicating she had found sleep easy to conquer. An hour or so later, darkness finally claimed me. * - * - * When the alarm went off the next morning I felt the strap of the nightgown bite into my shoulder as I reached up to silence it. I tossed the covers back and twisted about trying to get myself free of the silky mess wrapped tightly around me. Once free I pulled it off and tossed it into the laundry. "Good morning," Patty greeted me as I entered the bathroom. "Up early today." "I realized I would need extra time to get ready so here I am," I yawned as I turned on the shower. "Good plan," Patty nodded and went back to putting the finishing touches on her face. "If I worked where I could skip this part, I would certainly like to claim that half hour I wouldn't need." "Well, at least you get to spend part of your day as you normally would," I grumbled and climbed in to the warm spray. "Not trying to back out already, are you?" "No, just already missing some of the aspects of my life," I called back. I stepped from the shower and began toweling off. Patty stopped and kissed me before heading out. "Y'know," she looked me over, "I like this hairless look on you. Have a good day." "You, too," I called after her as she disappeared. I moved and looked at myself in the mirror. I liked the look myself. I went to work preparing myself for the work day and then selected the bra and panty, lacy and sexy today, not that I had a lot of choice. Everything was either lacy or satiny and always sexy. I began to realize if I was working in a real office I might want to tone it down a little in case someone was to be trying to catch a peek. Accidents happen too. And I am married. I grabbed a yellow sundress and a pair of brown low heeled sandals that I purchased yesterday. Satisfied that I looked appropriate for the office (even my real office is somewhat casual all the time) I went to the kitchen to grab a quick bite before heading to my desk. I got through most of day as usual but I kept getting distracted because I could see my breasts jutting out, and beyond that my bare legs emerged from the hem of the short dress. I found myself getting excited each time I realized how I was dressed. And the lacy panties didn't help ease those feelings. Lunchtime finally came around and I went to the kitchen to get something to eat. I actually found myself thinking that I should have planned to go out to lunch. It was a beautiful day outside and the warm sun on my legs would feel so nice. And I had gone through a lot of trouble getting myself ready to be sitting in the house all day. Maybe I would tell Patty she needed to take me to dinner tonight. "Wait," I called out to the empty kitchen, "what am I thinking. I've only been doing this for a day and I am already wanting to be outside in public because I want the effort to be seen by other people." I shook my head. I would be out enough I was sure I didn't need to bring more onto myself. The phone rang. It was the home phone, not the office phone so I thought I'd let the machine get it. The caller ID said it was Sheila calling so I picked up. "Hello?" I answered. "Hi, Mark, how's your first day at work as a woman going?" she giggled into the phone. "How did you know that Patty actually got me to do this?" I asked. "Oh, we had a long talk yesterday while you were at the mall doing the rest of your shopping. I gotta tell you, you are being such a great sport about this. There is no way I'd be able to get Frank to do this." "Well, Patty blackmailed me. Gave me the 'if you love me' line and I couldn't refuse." "That wouldn't work on Frank, he just say he didn't," she laughed. "Actually, Patty, that's kinda sad," I felt bad for her. "Yeah, I guess it is," she sighed. "But, hey, that isn't why I called. I thought it would be a lot of fun to go out to lunch one day this week." "You've never wanted to do lunch before," I pointed out. "I know, but it is different now," I could hear the pleading tone starting to creep into her voice. "It'll be like a girl's lunch." "Did Patty put you up to this?" "No, it was my idea. I mentioned it to her and she thought it would be good if you had the time. So, do you? Have time this week?" "Let me think," I ran through my mental calendar mapping out my usual meetings. "I think I can be free Friday. But if something comes up I'll need to cancel." "I understand," she squealed. "See you Friday." I took my lunch back to my desk and finished out the day. I found reasons to get up and walk around. I liked the feel of the hem of the dress tapping against my legs as I walked. Also, the dress hung so loose about me it felt like I was almost naked below my bra except for the skimpy panties I wore. At last the day came to an end. I went back to the bedroom and took off my shoes. I decided not to change clothes; I liked the dress I was wearing. I went to the kitchen and started deciding on the evening's meal. Patty would be home in a short time and I thought I ought to have it started. Soon I heard the door open followed by the sound of Patty's heels tapping out their code as she came to the kitchen. "Hi, babe," she wrapped her arms around my waist pressing her breasts against my back. "How was your day?" "I had a great day, how was yours?" I was concentrating hard to not burn the dinner. "It was very interesting," she ran her hands down the front of my dress. "I kept thinking about you being here all day in one of your dresses. I left before you got dressed so I had no idea what you decided to wear. I was getting all hot and bothered imagining you in different outfits." One of her hands slid down across my hip and found the bottom of my dress. She slid fingers up along my bare thigh until she was running it over the panty that covered my ass. "If you aren't careful, I am going to end up burning dinner," I gulped. "Oh, should I stop," he fingers trailed down between my thighs. "Um, oh, um, no," I wanted to forget about the chicken I was trying to fry and let her do whatever she had in mind. She snickered and slowly slid her fingers out from under my dress. "Perhaps we'll continue this later." She turned and left the kitchen. I watched her leave in her tight skirt and then quickly returned my attention to the stove. Patty returned as I finished plating the dinner. She had washed off her make-up, put on a pair of loose jeans and a t-shirt. She was back in the mode of the man of the house. I was beginning to regret the other side of this agreement. But it was only day two, I needed to ride this longer and see how this worked out for both of us. I laughed to myself. I was hoping to end this soon just yesterday, now I wanted it to last longer to see what happened for both of us. So many changes in just this short a time. * - * - * Friday morning I got up and jumped into the shower. Patty and I had fallen into a regular routine in our new rolls now. If I stopped to reflect I would be amazed how easily we adjust to our rolls when we make changes. Today my attention in getting ready for work is that I am having lunch out with Sheila. I finished all my bathroom duties including getting my make-up done for the day. I grabbed a nice pair of beige satin panties and matching bra. I knew that would fit nicely under the dress I had selected for the day. The dress was mostly brown and looked like a wrap-around. The matching belt tied around my waist, the bow above a ruffle and slit made to look like the dress was an actual wrap. It was almost knee length and the slit rose to half way up my thigh. When lunch rolled around I grabbed my purse and went to my car. I drove to a caf? where we had agreed to meet. I saw Sheila seated at a table on the patio so I waved and went to join her. "It just really isn't fair," Sheila spoke as a way of greeting. "What isn't fair?" I took my seat across from her. "That you look so damn pretty," she shook her head. "There isn't any way you should look that good considering, well, you know." "I'm sorry," I snickered. "I just do what I can with what I have to work with." "Yeah, right. So, how have you enjoyed this week? Regrets, problems, insights?" "Um, I think.." I started but was interrupted by the arrival of our waitress. We put in our order and watched her walk away. I examined the skirt she was wearing and tried to decide if it was something I might be interested in having. "So?" Sheila prompted me to continue again. "Oh, sorry, no regrets," I brought myself back to our conversation. I'll admit at first I wanted to end it and get back to our regular lives. Problems were what started me going along with it. I started seeing things as Patty sees them, I think. At first I was asking her to do things I normally did just to get at her for making me do the things she always does. But then I started to realize she needed me to do them so she had the time to do everything else. She did a lot. I guess that also qualifies as insight." "You are sickening," she frowned. "What now?" "I expected you to sit here moaning and groaning about how unfair it all was and how you didn't want to go on with it any longer. But no, you have to go all high road and really learn something. I noticed all the man isn't gone from you though, you really gave our waitress a good look." "I hate to disappoint you again, but I was wondering if I might like a skirt like the one she is wearing. It is kind of short but I think my legs are good enough. And I have decided I like the full skirt look more than the tight skirt, at least for me." Sheila just sat there looking at me for a few moments. I didn't know if she was judging me on whether it was the truth, or if she just believed me and was starting to hate me more because of it. "Patty is incredibly lucky to have you," she smiled. "She told me how good you've been about it and I decided to see if I could jerk your chain some and get you to spill that you were really miserable." "Did you think about sending Frank?" I asked. "I mean if I did feel differently than what Patty believes; wouldn't I be more inclined to tell Frank rather than her best friend?" "Frank wouldn't be sitting here with you in public," she frowned. "Afraid of what people would think if the truth were discovered." That made me a little uncomfortable and I found myself checking my dress to make sure there wasn't too much thigh or anything else exposed. "I saw that," Sheila grinned, "you should have been born a woman." "What else has Patty told you?" I asked after our meals were set in front of us. "Well, she confided that she misses dressing up for you," Sheila confided. "Yeah, actually I miss that too," I grinned. "There are times I've thought about asking her to modify our deal a bit. I'm enjoying this aspect of it myself. I put a lot of thought into what I would wear today for our lunch today. So, do you like my dress?" "Yes, very much," Sheila laughed. "You know, women don't dress up for men, they dress up for each other." "One thing," I got serious for a moment, "please don't say anything to Patty about me wanting to change the deal. I want to think on it for a while longer and then talk to her about it." "So, you are going to go on with this for a while then?" "We said a year and now I am ready to ride it out the whole distance. It's work, a lot of work, but I am getting a lot out of it and I am starting to enjoy parts of this new roll." "Well, I am going to have to call you something when we are out like this. How would you feel if I called you Marcy?" "Marcy? Hmm, yeah, I think I can live with that. I like it better than Marsha. And if I get caught starting to say or write Mark I can fix it before I get too far." We ate our lunch and chatted about other things and after we paid the bill we took a walk among the shops in the area. We looked at art, housewares, and of course clothes. Eventually I had to get back to work so we went back to our cars. "I had such a wonderful time today," Sheila took my hand in hers. "Do you think you might be able to make this a weekly lunch date?" I was stunned. "Um, yeah, most weeks. There will be some when I can't get away though," I told her. "That would be okay," she smiled. "I feel like I have a new girlfriend that I can talk to about everything. And she has a special insight into a lot of things." We hugged and got back into our respective cars. I drove back to the house thinking on what she said. At first the word 'date' alarmed me, but her explanation set me at ease. Of course I would tell Patty about it later. I don't want any misunderstandings. Later that night after I finished cleaning up the kitchen I went to the bedroom and changed. I fished a sexy black see-through nightie from the dresser drawer and the little black see-through panties that went with it. I put them on and went to the living room. Patty was slumped down on the couch with her legs stretched out. She'd put on shorts (men's) and a t-shirt after she got home. When she spotted me she did a double take. I noticed the small bumps starting to dimple the front of her shirt. "I've had a really interesting week," I spoke just above a whisper. "I thought if you weren't too tired we might celebrate getting through it." I moved to her and straddled her watching my nightie as it billowed and then settled. I liked the tickle it gave my thighs as it lay back down again. "I think I might be able to manage that," she reached around caressing my ass running her fingers on and off the small bit of panty that was there. I leaned in and kissed her. Then began pulling her shirt up over her head. I no sooner had her nipple in my mouth then I started working her shorts off. I looked up as I let her breast slip from between my lips and saw her intently watching me. I saw the lipstick smudge I had left on her breast. I glanced back up pursing my lips to accentuate them even more and gave her a 'whoops' shrug. Then I grinned and began sucking on her other breast. I slipped a couple fingers inside her pussy, using my thumb to tease her clit. She immediately began fucking them she was so turned on. I started wondering if she wouldn't rather that I were a woman since she got so turned on by watching me in my make-up and nightie making love to her. This might be a complication I hadn't considered. I faltered in my attention for a moment while I thought but quickly picked it up again. She was so horny right now because of me. We'll address the rest later. "Oh, God," she moaned digging her fingernails into my shoulders. "Pull that dick of yours out of your panties and fuck me. I want you so bad!" That rested my mind a bit and I did not hesitate to comply. I pulled away from her grip for a moment and reached under the nightie. I could see her eyes riveted on me as I repeated the action of the other weekend, pulling it out from the side, leaving the panty in place. Before I could move again she grabbed it wrapping the nightie around it. Her hand briefly stroked the shaft and I thought I would explode if she repeated the action. The tightness of her grip mixed with the silkiness of the material trapped again my skin. She must have sensed it because instead she pushed the nightie out of the way and pulled me down to the entrance of her sex. I pushed forward and slid easily inside. The nightie slid against her stomach and breasts as I pumped back and forth. She held my ass tight helping drive me deep as I could get. She pulled her legs up and I buried myself deeper and exploded. She screamed out her own orgasm and we shuddered together. We lay like that for what seemed like several minutes. I didn't want to move. My legs felt week, my cock was warm, but I knew her legs had to be tired being help up the way they were. I kissed her neck and slowly extracted myself. She let her legs slowly drop down until her heels once again rested on the carpet. "Stay here," I instructed her, "I'll get you a warm cloth." I stood up, tucked myself back inside my panty, and made my way to the bathroom. When I returned with the cloth she was still sitting there naked, her hand positioned to prevent any dripping. I handed her the cloth and she proceeded to wash off. I sat on the couch beside her. "Is the sex better now with me like this?" I asked. I had wanted to wait but now I found I had to know. She finished washing and placed the cloth on my thigh. She looked up and reached to stroke my face. She let her hand trail down so that her fingers played with my nipple. I was still very sensitive after the sex, and add to that the material of the nightie I wasn't certain if I was experiencing pleasure or pain. "I don't know if it is better," she whispered. "It's different. Sometimes different is better just because of that." "Do you wish I were completely a woman? You seem to get really turned on looking at me as a woman making love to you." "Oh, it is incredible to see a woman's face looking up from my breast or my pussy. But when I reach under and get ahold of that cock of yours I am so happy that it is there, and that it is real. I wouldn't want it any other way. Right now, I feel like I have the best of both worlds: fantasy and reality." I leaned over and kissed her again. I couldn't have asked for a better answer. I stood up to get rid of the soiled cloth. "Wait," she called and sat up. She reached and pulled me closer, her face was even with my stomach. She traced the shape of my cock atop the layers of fabric. "I don't care how this is wrapped, as long as you share it with me," she placed a gentle kiss on the bulge. I regretted I was still too spent to respond. * - * - * The weeks went by and the earlier alarm no longer gave me any pause. It was as normal to get up at that time as was the rest of my morning routine. I didn't hesitate at all in picking out my outfit for the day, except on Friday. Friday I took special care to select something nice because Sheila and I would be having our lunch and shopping. We have become very good friends. Today wasn't Friday however, it was just another Tuesday. That was why I was surprised when Patty told me she was going to have some free time at lunch and asked if I was free to meet her. "I have two meetings today, one at 11:00 and another at 2:00. I should be able to get lunch in there. Do you have any place in particular in mind?" "There is the little Italian place over on Spruce. I can get there early so we don't have to wait for a table. How long will your 11:00 last?" she started to leave the bathroom. "Should be done by 11:30, I can be there by 11:45," I calculated. "Great," she kissed me, "I'll see you when you get there." I finished in the bathroom and wandered to the closet. This was something that almost never happened. Either one of us were almost always busy at lunch. My Fridays were lightest and busiest for her; her Mondays usually light and of course I was up to my eyeballs in meetings and other tasks. I selected a short white dress, it was now August and the heat of the day made it best to stay short and light. It was adorned with a flower print, the liner under it all white and plain. I went with a beige bra so the straps wouldn't show through the lighter material at my shoulders. I chose a white panty with a lace front just to feel a bit extra sexy for my lunch date with my wife. White sandals with a two inch heel completed the look. As the day wore on paranoia settled on me. I started worrying that perhaps this experiment had made her change her feelings about me. Perhaps she was wanting to do something more? What could it possibly be about? Do it at a public restaurant where I wouldn't make a scene, especially considering how I would be dressed. The clock couldn't move fast enough to get through the morning. Finally the meeting ended, not that I remembered a word that was said. Fortunately they didn't need any input from me this time. I hung up the phone and grabbed my purse. A minute later I was heading for the restaurant. I parked and walked briskly toward the restaurant. I passed Patty's car on the way in so I knew she was already inside. I don't know if it was the heat or my fear but I could feel the beads of sweat rolling down my neck. A cool breeze struck me as a man pulled the door open and held it for me. I thanked him and walked into the restaurant. A couple more beads of sweat ran down the inside of my thighs and I squeezed my legs to keep them from going too far. Then I spotted Patty already seated at a table. "Hi!" she greeted me as I started to take a seat. She looked about a bit before whispering, "I really wish I could give you a big kiss right now." That helped me to settle down a bit. "Me, too," I winked. It turned out that lunch was just a lunch. She had found time and wanted to spend a mid-day meal with me. We ate and chatted and talked about normal everyday things that we likely would have talked about that evening when she got home. We finished our meal and walked out to the parking lot together. "I do have one thing I want to ask you about," Patty turned before getting into her car. "You and Sheila, you're spending a lot of time together these days now. I don't have anything to worry about do I?" "What?" I laughed, "of course not. We have become incredible friends, but that is all. Can I tell you something else?" "You can and should tell me anything," Patty told me. "Frank came by the house last week during the day to talk to me about it," I started to lean against an SUV that was parked next to Patty's car but thought better of it not wanting to get dirt on my dress. "He complained that Sheila was talking about how great I was to do these things for you, that she knew there wouldn't be any way he would do those things and that he didn't love her as much as he should. "But that wasn't all, he said she goes on and on about how much fun she has on Fridays with me and that now she is going all out to dress up for her lunches and wanted to be sure that we weren't doing anything. "I told him there wasn't anything going on, just like I am telling you. She dresses nicer because she didn't like that I looked so nice and she was dressing in comfy clothes. I think she likes that she has a reason to dress up on a regular basis now since Frank rarely take her out somewhere nice. "Oh, one more thing, I don't think I'll be seeing a lot of Frank over the next while. Besides not being happy about Sheila enjoying our lunches together, he is really uncomfortable being around me dressed like this." Patty looked around and saw that the view of us was mostly blocked. She leaned in and gave me the kiss she had earlier said she wished she could give. "I believe you completely," she told me. "As a matter of fact, I think it is great that you have found a girlfriend, like many women have. Another insight into our world. I wish I could give you more, but some things just aren't possible." She took another look around and suddenly reached up under the short black skirt she was wearing. She pulled off a pair of bright pink panties. "Give me your panties," she commanded. "What? Here?" I was shocked. "I want to wear your panties the rest of the day, and I want you to wear mine," she kept looking around. "Now hurry before someone comes along." I looked around myself and quickly reached under my dress and pulled them off. "Oh, nice," she took them from me, handing me hers. "I think I'm going to like wearing these the rest of the day. I'll be so horny tonight when I get home you better be ready. But I would guess you will be." She ran her hand over the front of my dress where my unrestrained cock now pushed out the front of my dress. I quickly arranged pink panties in my hands and got them onto my legs. The front of it had some lace but was more see-through than lace. There was just enough material to get me tucked away. I got my dress sorted out and looked as Patty was smoothing down her skirt again. "The exciting part for me is not just wearing your panties," she explained, "but wearing panties that you've been wearing. I hope you find wearing mine just as exciting." "Trust me, I think I won't have any problem in that department," I looked down and I could barely make out a bit of a bump that shouldn't be there. "Can you see the panties through this dress? It's white, isn't very dense and they are very pink." Patty laughed. "Maybe, just a little bit. I didn't think about that but at least you are heading back home. Nobody but me will get to see." I kissed her again and we parted. I went back to my car and drove back home. By the time I got there I needed to go to the bathroom. As I sat there taking care of my business I stared at the bright pink band wrapped around my knees. I couldn't believe what we had done. I finished my business and pulled them back into place. They were a little tight, since I wore a size larger than she wore, but not unbearable. I smoothed my dress and went to my desk. I was just as distracted through the afternoon as I had been through the morning. Between thinking about wearing my wife's panties, I also imagined looking up her skirt to see the panties I had been wearing all morning. The day finally came to an end and I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Fortunately I had planned an easy meal for the evening because I wasn't able to keep my mind on anything other than what I was wearing under my dress. I heard the front door just as I was putting everything on the plate and turned as Patty entered the kitchen. Before I could say a word her mouth was locked on mine and she was pawing at my dress trying to raise it up. When she reached what she wanted she disappeared, dropping to her knees and practically tearing the panties from me. No delicate extraction this time, she pushed me back against the counter, yanked the panties down enough to free my rigid pole and sucked it into her mouth. As horny as I had been all day I was shocked I didn't cum at her first touch, but she worked me bringing me close and then stopping me from reaching the climax. Finally, after some time she stood back up and stared me in the eye. While standing there, she pulled her skirt up exposing the white panties I had put on that morning. She pushed them down and turned away, bending face down across the table where we were about to eat our dinner. "Do me! Now!" she commanded. She had stepped out of one leg of the panties, the other still draped around her ankle. She spread her legs apart and I approached her from behind. I ran my hands across her ass, squeezing her cheeks. Then I reached under and fingered her clit. I pulled back and inserted my finger into her, she was dripping wet. "Please, stop teasing me," she begged. "I thought I would be horny when I got home, but this is beyond that. FUCK. ME. NOW!" I withdrew my finger and guided my cock to her opening. As soon as I started to enter her she pushed back. Our bodies met with a slap. I pushed forward so that she was against the table again. I thrust again and again and she grunted with each stroke. The heels I was wearing seemed to make it easier being already up on my toes. I held her hips just below the skirt that was bunched around her hips. I felt the back of my own dress waving in and out between my legs as I pounded her. She screamed out. I was so close. "Wait, stop," she begged. I didn't want to stop, I was getting close, but I did. She pushed back and turned around sitting on the table. "OK, I just want to look at your face." She grabbed me and guided me back inside her. I went back to work again. My legs were growing week from the effort. Suddenly Patty grabbed her blouse and tore it open exposing her breasts bouncing with our rhythm within the bra she wore. It was the final piece. I yelled out as I erupted into her. She answered with another scream of her own as she orgasmed for the second time. She wrapped her arms around me as I fell forward toward the table resting on my arms. My legs were shaking from the effort of standing. "I don't know if I can handle any more of these ideas of mine," Patty panted in my ear. "All I could think about all afternoon was my underwear, what I was wearing and what you were wearing." "I understand. I was the same way," I confessed. "I kept thinking about looking up your skirt and seeing my panties. I wanted to jerk off but I also wanted to save myself for you." "You certainly did that. I think you dumped a gallon in there," she giggled. "Oh, I hope dinner isn't ruined." "No, it should be ok, grilled chicken salad," I assured her. "But I think we ought to clean this table before we sit down and eat." "Not to mention ourselves," she added. "Go on. Get yourself to the bathroom; I'll be right behind you." I nodded and slowly stepped back. My cock glistened from the moisture that coated it. I pulled the pink panties back up enough so that I wouldn't be hobbled trying to walk. Holding up my dress I made my way to the bathroom. I heard Patty following close behind. "Do you want to switch panties back now?" Patty asked while sitting on the toilet. "I think I might be ready to put on some clean clothes," I informed her while washing myself off. "Yeah, that would likely be best," she agreed. We cleaned up and changed putting on our night clothes. I looked over at Patty in her t-shirt and boxers and decided I wanted to make a change if she was willing. "I have a question," I sat on the bed. "Sure, anything, what's up?" she asked sitting beside me. "I want my wife back full time. I mean, we can continue working each other's chores and things, but I want you back wearing your own clothes. Unless you are happy doing the man thing when you get home. Then we can keep going. But, seeing you in the morning and in the evening for a few minutes around work in your real clothes just makes me miss it all the more." Patty sat there for a moment and then reached over and took my hand. "I was thinking I'd like to do that very thing. I miss dressing up for you and that was one of the reasons I wanted to have lunch today, so I could look nice for you." She stood up and went to her dresser. She pulled out a silk nightshirt, stripped off her clothes and put it on. "I hope you don't mind but I am still enjoying you dressing up like you are. I'm not ready to let you off the hook yet." I just grinned and nodded. * - * - * Timing is everything in life. Make the right decisions at the right time and everything falls into place. It was Friday just a week later and I was sitting at my desk waiting for lunch to roll around. Sheila and I were going to a new place across town and I had made sure I could take a long lunch. The weather was still very warm and I had chosen to wear a green shirt dress. It was short and cool and quite comfortable. When my phone rang I didn't realize my plans were about to change. "Hi babe, how's your day?" came Patty's voice when I hit the speaker button. "Great. Just waiting for lunch time. How's yours?" "Wonderful," I could hear her smiling. "Guess what just happened?" "I couldn't even begin to guess so why don't you give me a hint," I teased. "One of the folks at the office has to make a last minute trip. They have season tickets for the symphony and since they couldn't use them they gave them to me! We need to go do some dress shopping because this is going to be an evening of fancy dresses and expensive dinner. Do you think Sheila will be upset if you skip lunch today?" "I can ask but she may want to join us. Would that be ok with you?" I was starting to think about what I was in for. "If she really wants to tag along, that would be fine with me," she conceded. "Can you meet me at the dress shop over on Continental around 11:30? I've shopped there before; they have a great selection of cocktail dresses." I checked the clock. "Sure, let me let you go so I can call Sheila and change the plans." "Great! See you soon. Love you!" "Love you too," I hit the button cutting off the connection. I quickly redialed the phone and Sheila picked right up. "Please don't tell me you have to cancel," she started. "Doesn't anyone say hello anymore?" I griped. "Hello," she countered, "tell me you aren't cancelling." "Depends," I hedged. "Patty called and we have symphony tickets for tomorrow night. She says we need to go dress shopping at lunch. You can tag along if you like but we aren't going to be able to do that restaurant like we planned." "I think fine dress shopping sounds like fun. I can pretend I need one too," she told me after a short hesitation. "Where are you going for the dress?" "Some place over on Continental," I told her. "I'm supposed to be there about 11:30." "Oh, I know the place. Good choice. How about I pick you up in ten m