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Baby It's Cold Outside Belladonna Emily flashed her exhausted boyfriend a smile. Anderson's nostrils flared at the scent of the breakfast that his girlfriend had laid out for him. "How bad is it?" Emily asked as she placed Anderson's plate on the table. "Brutal," Anderson replied while he removed his jacket before he began to take off his sweat-drenched shirt. Anderson sat down and started to eat breakfast with his girlfriend. As he finished chewing his first bite of food, Anderson heard the muffled sound of the television news in the next room. Anderson turned to Emily to inquire, "Did they have anything interesting to say?" Emily gave her boyfriend a sullen nod before she said, "The County said they're not going to plow our street for at least two days." "What? They mentioned our street?" Anderson asked with a shake of his head. Emily shook her head as she replied, "No. They said can't get to plowing the tertiary streets yet. The highways are still a disaster." "This seems like great planning. They only had three days notice of the storm!" "They said the storm changed track. We got 16 inches more than they were expecting." "A nice excuse for getting caught flat footed." "It's hard to move three feet of snow," Emily countered. Anderson peered up from his plate at his girlfriend as he replied, "You're telling me?" "I helped!" "And I appreciate that," Anderson replied, trying to calm his girlfriend's indignation. She had started out clearing the path from her parent's vacation home to the street. He had sent her inside after the first half an hour after she kept interfering with his efforts, slowing his work in the process. Emily gave him a look of disbelief before they went back to eating. They chatted, not being too upset about being stuck inside for a few days. They had both taken the weeklong year-end vacation time due to the use or lose it vacation days they each accumulated at their jobs. Emily's parents' vacation home seemed to be a better choice to them than a staycation. The place was scarcely visited between Emily and her sisters' annual Halloween party and the following spring. Her parents were happy with their decision to go as it kept them from having to make their monthly trip to the home to check on the home. Once they finished eating, Emily cleaned up the table before she and Anderson went into the living room and turned on the television. Emily put on a movie. As they watched, they made periodic small talk while Anderson rested his body, still exhausted from his labors. Once the movie ended, Emily started to grow restless. She saw her sleeping boyfriend and moved off the couch. Emily walked up the steps and headed towards her youngest sister's bedroom. She opened the door and went to the closet. Drawing the doors open, she grinned as she looked at the collection of costumes that she and her other sister had handed down over the years. Sorting through them, Emily's mind drifted to the various parties that they had thrown at the home over the last few years. She paused as she saw the costume she had worn the first Halloween she spent with Anderson. Grinning, Emily pulled off her sweater and reached for the mini-skirted, Snow White costume. She brought it down over her black leggings and grinned as she turned and headed out of the room. Emily hurried through the hallway before she slowed on her way down the steps. She sauntered towards the living room, pausing as she saw her boyfriend still sleeping on the couch. The patter of the soles of Emily's rushing slippers on the floor made Anderson's eyes open before he found his girlfriend on top of him. He groaned before he smiled while he asked in a groggy voice, "What the hell?" "Do you remember this outfit?" "How could I forget?" Anderson answered with a smile while he remembered how well she wore it the first night they slept together. "I think it still fits," Emily said. "It does," Anderson replied, not surprised by the fact since Emily had lost a few pounds since last wore the outfit. If anything, he thought she looked better in it, but he did not want to mention that for fear that it would taint her recollection of the night. Wiggling her rear against his crotch, Emily felt Anderson's hardening manhood. She plunged her tongue into his mouth wanting to get him going. Anderson's hands started to caress her. He remembered the soft feeling of the body shaper costume he had pulled off her that night as if it was only hours before. His hands reached under the skirt of the dress, wanting to do a personal reenactment with her before Emily pushed his hands away. Slipping off him, Emily gave him a coy look before she said, "I'm going to slip into something else to see if you like it too." Anderson gave her a disappointed look as he said, "I like what you're wearing." "Let's see if you like the rest," Emily rejoined. Anderson gave her a curious look before he realized what she was doing. He hung his head while he asked, "Are you going to do another fashion show?" "Oh, don't act like you hate it," Emily replied with a laugh. Anderson rolled his eyes. It was not his idea of fun, but he did enjoy the way she looked in her various outfits when she was sorting through her wardrobe at home. The costumes were more revealing than what she normally wore, so he figured it would be better than it had been the two times she had done it prior. Emily hurried out of the room and went back up the stairs. She filled a bag with her tights and another with her costume shoes before she went back to her sister's bedroom to find a new costume. Unable to pick just one, Emily pulled them all off the rack and started down the steps. Anderson pushed himself up on the couch as he saw Emily carry the costumes into the kitchen. Anderson started to get up, prompting Emily to shout, "Don't get up. No peeking." "Like I haven't seen it all already?" Anderson retorted. "Girls like to keep themselves a mystery," Emily rejoined. "That's just another way of saying they like to be a pain in the ass!" "But you love it," Emily replied with a laugh while she finished dressing in the naughty schoolgirl outfit. Emily paired the costume with a pair of shoes before she started towards the living room. The sound of her clicking heels on the hard wood floors turned Anderson's head towards the doorway. Emily flashed Anderson a grin as she walked through the doorway with a wiggle in her step. Anderson took in her outfit with wide eyes. He had never seen her in the costume before in person, although he remembered seeing it once in a photograph. He wondered if she had remembered his visceral reaction to the photograph. Anderson shook his head while he inquired, "Why don't you wear that one more often?" "You should try wearing it," Emily retorted. "Pass." "Why, I think it would look good on you," Emily teased. Anderson shook his head before he said, "That costume looks like it was made for you." "Oh come on," Emily said before she did a twirl for him. Anderson watched the hem of her red plaid miniskirt lift up while she spun. As it came back down, his hands clasped her hips. He guided her towards him. Emily followed along, bending down to give him a kiss on his lips. She saw how much he enjoyed seeing her in the outfit. She had known that he had a weakness for it from the second she caught his eyes lingering on it in the picture his sister had shown him on her phone. Emily pushed herself away from him as their lips parted. She turned away before she glanced back over her shoulder and saw the pleading look in Anderson's eyes. She closed her eyes for a second and dipped her head before she said with a smile, "I'm going to put this costume away for later." "Why?" "Good things come to those that wait," Emily answered while she tossed her hair. "Waiting is overrated." "So, is always getting what you want..." "Always! I'd settle for sometimes!" "Maybe, you'll get it later, besides, I'm freezing in this," Emily retorted, leaving her boyfriend to ruminate on the fact that she dictated the terms of their sexual relations not him. "I could warm you up," Anderson replied in vain. While she walked out of the room to get changed into another costume, he hung his head. "Cut to the chase," Anderson muttered to himself, frustrated by his girlfriend's frequent teasing before she gave herself to him. Anderson leaned back on the couch as he heard changing her outfit in the next room. His eyes rolled up to stare at the ceiling tiles. He began to count them, hoping that Emily would relieve his frustration after her next costume change. Emily walked back into the room wearing a mini-skirted cop uniform. Anderson gave her a smirk. "What's so funny?" Emily asked as she walked towards him with her hands on her hips. "So, we've gone through slutty Snow White, slutty schoolgirl, slutty cop, what's your next slutty costume?" Anderson asked with a smile. "I don't think they're that slutty," Emily said with a hurt look that Anderson recognized as inauthentic. "Come on," Anderson replied. "Do you know how difficult it is to pull this off?" "You make it look easy," Anderson countered. Emily smiled in response to his words before she said, "You think I'm too easy." Anderson shook his head as he thought 'Oh, how I wish.' "Why do you look so distracted?" "Because you keep turning me on and then you keep disappearing," Anderson whined. Emily shook her head as she said, "I think you'd enjoy this more if you got involved." "I keep trying, but you keep..." "No. I mean get in on the show." Anderson smiled as he got to his feet and began to strut across the room, turning his head towards Emily as he said, "Here, we have Anderson Clarke wearing a pair of resplendent Nautica Jeans, white socks and a lovely red hooded sweatshirt that screams sophistication." "Are you done?" Emily asked with a shake of her head. "Maybe," Anderson said while he scurried up next to her. "I think you should get in on it," Emily said while Anderson's hands began to stroke her sides. "There's only one thing I want to get in." "Cute," Emily retorted before she raised a hand to cup his chin. "What?" "I'm just looking," Emily answered while she shifted his head around. "Could you let me go?" Anderson asked in a muzzled tone as she squeezed his cheeks into his mouth. "Let me put some makeup on you?" Emily said as she released her grip. Anderson stared at her in silence before he asked, "Why?" "What else are we going to do?" "Watch another movie," Anderson answered, not wanting to go down the road his girlfriend wanted to tread. "Where's the fun in that?" "I'll let you pick the movie," Anderson answered. Emily shook her head as she said, "I think you'd look good." "And I think you're crazy." "You've said that before." "Doesn't make it any less true this time," Anderson countered. "I think you're...scared." "Of what?" Anderson asked with a laugh. "That you'll look good!" "I know I look good," Anderson replied as he looked down at his girlfriend and kissed her forehead. "You don't want to look pretty..." "No. I can't say that it's something I aspire to," Anderson admitted. "Can't you just let me give it a try?" "Where is this coming from?" "Look outside." "What about it?" "What else are we going to do?" "I can think of something," Anderson said, sliding his hands down her waist as he did so. "That's for later. I don't want to spoil your appetite." "You know I'll be up for seconds," Anderson countered. "Well, that makes one of us." Anderson shook his head before she said, "Now, are you going to let me have some fun?" "You're not going to drop this, are you?" "What do you think?" Emily replied with a smirk. Desperately wanting her, Anderson knew that he would have to go along with her desire of the moment. Anderson sighed before he said, "Fine, but we're not doing anything too crazy." "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Now, come on." Alarmed by her eagerness, Anderson slowed her gait as she led him towards the steps by pulling on his arm. Turning her head towards him, Anderson picked up his languid pace, not wanting to have a fight over it. Anderson walked into her bedroom behind her and saw her pat the cushioned bench before her vanity. He paused while he looked at her before she said, "Sit." "What am I, a dog?" "All men are," Emily countered. Anderson bent down and licked her face, prompting Emily to jump back. Anderson laughed at his girlfriend's grimace as she screamed out, "Ah..." "Call me a dog, you're going to get a dog," Anderson retorted. "Well, you're not going to be a dog. I'm going to make something pretty out of you." "Oh, joy," Anderson said throwing his hands up while he sat down at the vanity. Emily slapped his shoulder while she reached for her makeup bag. She moved to the side of him and began to apply a moisturizer to his face. Anderson watched Emily with his eyes while she rubbed the moisturizer into his skin. Once she finished, she paused and reached for her primer and set out the rest of the makeup that she was going to apply to her boyfriend's face. As product after product was setup on the vanity, Anderson shook his head. "You really need all of this?" Anderson asked. "It's a privilege to be pretty, Anderson, we can't half ass it," Emily answered. "Can't we cut this shit in half," Anderson replied as his head rotated while his eyes examined every product that Emily had lined up in his field of vision. "Shortcuts are for boys." "And you wonder why you call it a man's world." "Well, if men had to do all it takes to be beautiful, it wouldn't be." "Men can't be beautiful," Anderson retorted. "Well, we'll just see about that," Emily said while she bent down and looked him in the eyes. "You're wasting your time," Anderson replied with a smirk. Emily gave him a shake of her head as she reached into a drawer and came out stretching a white headband. "What's that for?" Anderson asked "I've got to make sure your hair doesn't get in the way." "My hair? How could my hair get in the way?" Anderson asked while he clasped his short hair. "We don't want your bangs falling onto your forehead. "What bangs?" Anderson asked, turning to the mirror to confirm the absence of any hair touching his forehead. "Oh, don't give me a hard time about this." Anderson shook his head. Realizing what he had agreed to, being upset about having to wear a headband while she did his makeup seemed foolish. Anderson bowed his head a little while Emily stretched the sweatband over it. The headband felt awkward to Anderson as it pulled tight around his head. "How do you get used to this?" "You do," was all Emily replied while she swatted Anderson's hands away from the headband before she applied moisturizer to his face. Once Anderson's moisturizer had set, Emily dabbed primer on her fingertip. Anderson grimaced as Emily started applying the primer in the center of his face. Anderson's eyes veered towards the mirror as he watched her move from the center of his face to the edges, leaving a light coverage of primer across his face. Emily smiled once she finished and put away the primer. Anderson gave her expression a confused look before he asked, "What are you smiling about?" "I was just thinking about what you're going to wear after this." "Let's keep it tasteful." Emily laughed as she put her hands over her heart and replied, "I wouldn't have it any other way." "I don't want anything too girly." "Oh, heaven forbid." Anderson squinted in response to her mockery. He shook his head and said, "Seriously, I don't want to wear a dress or nothing." "Well, that limits us...," Emily replied before she smiled and added, "but we can work around that." "What do you have?" Anderson asked with some concern, not remembering seeing Emily or her sisters in costumes without skirts before. "Good things come to those that wait," Emily teased. "So, do bad things," Anderson countered. "True," Emily replied without exposition while she reached for her foundation. Anderson watched as she covered his face with a light foundation. Anderson shrugged at the effect, not feeling that he looked much different even as the sensations of it felt odd on his skin. Once she finished, she brought a dark stick foundation to his face. She traced his temples and up to his hairline. After Emily finished applying a shimmery bronzer below his cheekbones, Anderson looked at the streaks on his face and asked, "Is this tribal paint? Am I going to war?" "You wish," Emily said before she chided him for talking. Emily went back to applying foundation to his face, applying it at the tip of his nose and along the edges. Emily then dampened a beautyblender and tapped over the area of the contour color as she merged it into his base foundation with small circular motions. Once she got to his nose, Emily squeezed the beautyblender into his nose. "Well, that was unpleasant," Anderson said as Emily released him and reached for a light colored foundation stick. "I do it everyday." "To yourself. You could have warned me you were going to squeeze my nose shut." "You can breathe through your mouth!" Anderson shook his head before Emily placed her left palm into his headband to keep his head steady. She applied the lighter foundation beneath his eyes before blending the excess product with the beautyblender. Emily turned away from Anderson for a second before she dusted his face with loose, translucent powder. Anderson smiled at the feeling of the fluffy brush dusting his face. "Did you like that?" Emily asked while she finished. "That felt good." "Oh, my pretty boyfriend likes his face dusted?" "No!" Anderson answered, which they both knew was a lie. Emily only laughed in response to his defensive tone before she took hold of her white eyeshadow. Anderson glanced at her as she brought the eyeshadow to the inner corner of eyes. She painted them before she adorned the underneath portion of his eyebrow bone with it to make his eyes appear larger. As she finished, Anderson gave himself a wide-eyed looked. He was shocked by how cartoonishly feminine he appeared in the mirror. He shook his head and thought, 'Dude, what were you thinking?' Anderson thought he was deluding himself by thinking that he was passably feminine as he looked in the mirror. He was sure that he was mistaken while Emily approached his face with bronze eyeshadow. Anderson knew not to ask what she was planning on doing as she painted his eyelids with the color before adding purple shadow as well to give him multicolored, smoky eyes. The additional colors only served to make him look more feminine. 'This isn't happening,' Anderson thought, not wanting what he was seeing to be true. Emily seemed to notice his unease with his increasingly feminine appearance. She smiled at it, deciding to not say a word about it as she began to apply eyeliner. Anderson watched as the black eyeliner was applied to his lower lash line before Emily created an exaggerated winged eye along his top lash line. Emily decorated his top eyelid and beneath his eye with a light glitter that sparkled in the light shinning down on the vanity. 'Holy shit,' Anderson thought as he looked in the mirror, sure that he looked more feminine than he ever believed possible. "Is my pretty girl ready to have her lashes done?" Emily asked. Anderson was silent, too transfixed with slightly aroused horror by his reflection to say a word. He shook his head, hoping to drive away the thoughts he had about his feminized appearance. As Emily curled his lashes upwards and added mascara, Anderson felt less masculine than he could ever remember feeling. The image in the mirror captured his imagination. He wondered if he was meant to be a woman. The girl looking back at him was striking. It seemed that she was more of a woman than he had ever been a man. Anderson tried to force the thoughts out his mind. He wondered if he reminded himself he was a man enough that the thoughts about being a woman would be driven from his mind. He hoped that they would. It seemed to be his only way out of being attracted to his feminized self. The fake eyelashes that Emily applied to his lashes did nothing to comfort him. They only served to make him become further enamored with his own reflection. Anderson hoped that his shameful blushing was concealed by his makeup, but he sensed that Emily could see through it. He was sure that she knew just how attracted he was to the girl in the mirror. Emily grinned at Andersons' response to his reflection as she reached for her brown eyebrow pencil. She used the pencil to fill in his brows and exaggerate their contour. "Do you still think a boy can't look pretty?" Emily asked as put the pencil away. Anderson nodded his head, hoping in vain that she would believe his lie. The shake of her head quickly disabused him of the possibility however. Emily ignored his response while she applied pink and blue blushes to his cheek. Anderson eyes grew wider as he watched as his cheeks seemed to grow even more pronounced. "Now, that's the princess glow you needed, right?" Anderson shook his head, trying to deny what was undeniable to him. Emily smiled at his response before she lined his lips with a maroon lip color. She then applied a glossy nude creamy lip color to his lips and commanded, "Smack your lips." As Anderson complied with her order, Emily grinned as she inquired, "So, do you still think a boy can't be pretty?" Anderson paused as he focused on his face. While he thought it looked strangely feminine, he was able to draw his eyes away from it to his short hair and men's clothing. Anderson shook his head as he lied, "I still see a man." Emily noticed the lack of conviction in his tone. She shook her head at his response, trying to let him know that she did not believe him. He could sense it, but he did not know what to say to get her to stop with her questions. "If that's the case, let's get you dressed," Emily said while she helped Anderson to his feet. "I think this is enough," Anderson replied, feeling uneasy with how he looked in the mirror. "Don't get cold feet now," Emily responded. "I'm not nervous," Anderson lied. "Good," Emily said as she clasped his hand and led him into her youngest sister's room. "What are we doing in here?" "I've got to get one of her wigs," Emily answered. Anderson stepped into the room and shook his head at the collection of wigs her younger sister kept. Shaking his head, Anderson asked, "Does she throw away anything?" "She's obsessed with costumes." "I knew she liked costumes, but come on." "You know she does parties!" "Princess Parties, but those aren't all princess wigs," Anderson said with an outstretched finger towards the closet. "She loves to pretend." "I think you do too," Anderson said. "You know it, girlfriend," Emily replied while she carried a long black haired wig that was done up in a ponytail with three hair ties that matched the light blue color of his costume. "Don't we have anything more understated?" "You're the one that wanted to wear pants." "So?" "My sister only has two costumes that don't have skirts." "What are my choices?" Anderson asked. "Come on down and take your pick." "I'd rather just wear what I've got on." "Oh, there's no fun in that," Emily replied. "Haven't you had enough fun?" "How so?" "You already made me over..." "That was for your benefit, not mine," Emily retorted as she started down the hallway. "How is that right?" Anderson asked, following behind her. "I proved you wrong. What more do you want?" "I didn't ask for you to prove me wrong." "So, you admit you were wrong?" Anderson paused before he answered, "No, I'm not admitting anything." "So, you think," Emily replied in a flippant tone. Anderson followed Emily down the stairs of the house. They walked into the kitchen and Anderson saw the wide breath of options that Emily's sister had collected from herself and her sisters over the prior few years. "Which one do you want?" Emily asked while she moved towards the costumes. "Do I have to choose?" "You could let me," Emily replied with a grin. "Okay, surprise me," Anderson rejoined to put the onus on her. Emily reached for the cowgirl outfit before Anderson added, "And remember no skirts." "No skirts. Huh...I've got just the thing," Emily replied as she pulled out an aqua blue costume. "That?" Anderson asked with a grimace. "This," Emily replied, having planned on Anderson sporting it from the moment he made his conditions known. "What is this anyway?" Anderson asked as he took the costume in his hand. "What do you think it is?" "Some kind of genie costume," Anderson answered as he began to undress. "Let me help. I don't want you to rip it." "Why? I'm sure that if you told your sister I wore it, she'd probably burn it anyway." "You may be right. I guess it's yours, now," Emily replied with a laugh. "Don't you dare tell your sister," Anderson rejoined while Emily helped bring the top down over his head. "I wouldn't dream of it, genie," Emily replied as she adjusted the off- shoulder top with sheer glitter fabrics and a large embellished blue gem in the center of the sweetheart neckline. "Would you stop that?" "No," Emily replied with a smirk. Anderson shook his head as Emily helped him remove his pants before the matching harem pants were brought up his legs. Anderson clasped at the v-shaped stretch waistband that was decorated with gold stitching while he brought it to his waist. "Couldn't you have picked something a little less girly?" Anderson asked. "You asked me to pick the costume out, princess." "I didn't expect it to be a genie costume." "Well, good news." "What?" "It's not a genie costume," Emily answered. "How can this not be a genie costume?" Anderson inquired. "Just let me get the hair in place." "Fine," Anderson rejoined as Emily placed the wig onto his head. Anderson cringed as she saw the long, side braid that was coming over his off the shoulder top. Emily then finished outfit off with a matching blue satin bejeweled hair sash. "What do you think?" Emily asked as she pointed him towards his reflection in the darkened door of the microwave oven. "This is too freaky?" Anderson said, feeling that his reflection was far too feminine to be accurate. "I don't know what your problem is, princess," Emily replied. Anderson's head jerked towards her in disbelief. The flash of the photograph from her phone stilled his heart. "What are you doing?" Anderson shrieked. "If you thought I owned your ass before...," Emily said with a laugh. Anderson gave her a horrified look that made Emily laugh while she added, "Relax, it's just for my personal collection." "Okay," Anderson replied, starting to relax a little more before Emily noted with a smirk, "As long as you don't piss me off." Anderson's head snapped back toward his girlfriend. Emily laughed at his response before Anderson asked, "Do you have anything for my feet?" "What's wrong?" "My toes are freezing," Anderson admitted. "I've got a pair of slippers for you." "Whatever you got," Anderson replied, shifting his feet, uncomfortable with his bare feet against the cold tile floor. Anderson watched as Emily scurried up the stairs to retrieve her slippers. Anderson moved off the kitchen floor and onto the hardwood floors of the next room. The floor was less cold than the kitchen, but it was far from warm. Emily returned with a pair of light blue slippers. She tossed them at Anderson from the staircase and said, "Here you go." "Thanks," Anderson replied with evident sarcasm as he struggled to catch the two slippers. Anderson put his foot into the first fleece-lined slipper and was displeased by how tight the slipper was on his foot. His left foot felt little better as he crammed it into the too tight slipper. "This is the best you got? Doesn't one of you have slippers without a back?" Anderson asked, struggling to flex his toes that were pushing hard against the rounded toe of the slipper. "Do you want lunch?" Emily asked to get his attention away from his feminized state. "I could go for it," Anderson replied. Emily turned and walked into the kitchen. Anderson followed her, feeling slightly hobbled by the constriction on his feet as he did so. Anderson helped Emily make a late lunch for the two of them before they sat down together at the table. They ate together making small talk before Emily told Anderson to rest while she cleared the table. Still weary, Anderson was happy to let Emily take the initiative as she cleaned the dishes and glasses in the sink. Anderson talked to her while she labored until he saw her head jerk up to stare out the window over the sink. "What's wrong?" Anderson asked, praying he would not have to confront someone dressed in harem pants. "I just had a dirty thought," Emily replied with smile as she finished rinsing the dishes. "What?" Anderson asked, relieved by her words. "I always wanted a Princess to go down on me." "What?" Anderson asked, swallowing. "Don't act like a virgin," Emily teased. Anderson blushed at the thought of pleasuring Emily in his feminized state. Emily shook her head and added, "It's not like you didn't do it last night." "But that was...I was...." "Different? Only by what you were wearing!" "But I wasn't a princess." "You're not a princess now. At least, not in the traditional sense," Emily replied with a smile. "I'm not a princess," Anderson grumbled. "You only play one when you're with me?" Emily retorted before she kissed him. Anderson gave her a vacant look while she pulled her tights down before she sat across from him. Her eyebrows rose as she gave him the look that let him know that she was his if he played the situation right. Anderson moved close to Emily. He began to kiss her lips and neck. His slid his hands slowly down her body. He kissed her breasts and stomach while he made his way down to her inner thighs. He placed a few kisses on each of them, making sure to make as much eye contact as he could with her while he did so. Anderson positioned his head in front of her pussy. He worked his way inside slowly, kissing and licking her along the way, knowing that Emily enjoyed a slow build up. Anderson kept his tongue moving, mixing in different motions and tempos as he penetrated her further before he reached the clitoris and gave it a few gentle licks and sucks. The sound of Emily's moaning and breathing made him desperate to finish the job. Anderson's tongue pulled back and began to focus on the other areas of her pussy before it made its way back to her clitoris again as his hands stroked her waist and thighs. Anderson penetrated her with his fingers to give his tongue a clearer path to stimulate her clitoris. Anderson listened as Emily's breaths grew heavier and her moaning grew more intense before he felt her firm grip on his head. As the sounds grew less intense, Emily released his head as she leaned back in her chair. Anderson struggled to get out from under the table and to his bunched feet before he found his lips meeting hers. "Thank you," Emily said. "My pleasure," Anderson replied. "I know what we've got to make you next," Emily then said. "What?" Anderson asked, wondering what she had in store him next. "A pussy." "Excuse me?" Anderson said, putting his hands on his hips. "A kitty," Emily replied for clarification. "A cat." "My little pussy cat. You know I love to pet my pussy," Emily said before laughing. "I see where your hands go," Anderson rejoined. "Come on. We've got to do this." "Why, exactly?" "Because you're really going to love tonight if you let me have some fun now." Anderson shrugged as he looked down at his Princess Jasmine costume with the taste of her juices still on his tongue. With a shake of his head, Anderson replied, "What difference does it make?" "That's the spirit. Resignation! You're going to make some girl a hell of a wife." "Husband," Anderson retorted. "Ugh...you're such a traditionalist," Emily replied with a mock whine, smirk and a shake of her head before she led him back up the stairs. They walked into Emily's room. Anderson watched as she produced a pair of black tights from her suitcase. "Do you need help putting these on?" Emily asked. "No. I'm a pro," Anderson retorted with a look of incredulity. "Don't get snippy." "I'm the one you're calling your pussy. I can get however I want." "The pussy makes the rules," Emily replied while she threw her hands up. "That's right," Anderson responded with a smirk as Emily began to undress him. Anderson enjoyed the feeling of Emily's hands on his body while she removed the costume and accessories that she had adorned him in that afternoon. Once the clothes were off, Emily had Anderson sit on the edge of her bed. Anderson grinned at the soft, but constricting feeling of the tights that Emily began to work up his legs. Emily smiled at the effect that they had on him. "Do you want know something?" Emily asked, pausing with the tights halfway up his legs. "What?" "If we shaved your legs, these would feel even better," Emily answered.' Anderson gave a shake of his head. Emily gave him a pout in return as she asked, "Why not?" "I go to the gym." "Plenty of guys are shaved at the gym." "Plenty of guys are taller and way more jacked than their girlfriends too. Maybe they can get away with it," Anderson answered. "Don't belittle yourself." "I'm not. I'm stating facts." "You know I like you the way you are," Emily said as she went to bringing the tights up his legs. Anderson nodded, continuing to enjoy the feeling of the tights unrolling up his thighs. Anderson then stood up as Emily brought the tights up to his waist. Pausing to place her lips around the tip of his member, Emily glanced up at Anderson. He wanted her to make good on what she was alluding to, but she withdrew her lips. "Maybe later," Emily said to his disappointment before she covered his erect manhood with the top of the tights. Emily then stood up and pulled the tights up to Anderson's waist and turned to head to her closet. Anderson watched in silence, upset that she had not relieved his growing horniness. Emily retrieved a black, thigh cut leotard and walked back towards Anderson. Anderson gave her a strange look and said, "What is that?" "It's your costume." "That's the costume?" "It's the only one I didn't hand down to Grace. I couldn't part with it." "Are you sure she'd even want to wear it?" Emily shook her head, sure that her sister would before she tossed it at Anderson. Anderson held the soft the leotard in his hands and asked, "What do you want me to do with this?" "Put it on. It only goes on one way, I'm sure you can handle it," Emily replied while she searched for the accessories to the costume. Anderson held the leotard in front of him and asked, "Are you sure it's going to fit?" "It stretches," Emily answered. Anderson scrunched his nose as he lifted one leg and placed it through the leg whole before he did the same with his left leg. He pulled the garment up to his body before he placed his arms into the long sleeves of the leotard. The soft, stretchy fabric clung to his arms as his hands passed through them towards the cuff. Anderson was amazed by the feeling, enjoying every second of it before his hands emerged to adjust his leotard. "Do you like it?" "Uh...," Anderson began to reply before Emily cut him off. "Don't bother responding, I already know," Emily said with a smile while she tapped on his fully enlarged, untucked manhood. Anderson blushed while he reached to cover it with his hands before she said, "Don't blush. I like seeing it all packaged away for me to unwrap when I want to." Anderson nodded in response to Emily's words before she began to work the faux fur covered gloves up his hands. Anderson watched as the black gloves covered his hands. His eyes focused on the pink plastic claws attached to them before he discovered the pink paw print that rested over his palms and the underside of his fingers. Emily grinned at the looks Anderson gave his hands while she reached for the long, oversized kitty tail. She walked around him and said, "Hold still." Anderson stood up as he felt Emily pulled the leotard away from his body. He felt a tightness in his crotch as the leotard was pulled into it while Emily pinned the long tail over his butt. When Emily released the leotard, Anderson felt relieved, even as the pulling behind him felt odd. Anderson reached behind him to hold the tail for a moment before Emily told him to bow his head. Anderson obeyed her request and watched as she placed the cat ears on his head. They snapped in place on a headband that bothered him far less than the stretching headband he had been dressed with when she did his makeup. Emily smiled at the effect of the ears on his appearance before she said, "Wait here." Anderson gave her a nod while he thought, 'Where am I going to go dressed like this?' Emily returned into the room carrying a pair of faux fur covered boots. Anderson laughed at them and asked, "Whose are those?" "They're Carly's," Emily said, naming the owner as her oldest sister, the tallest woman in her family. "Does she know you're giving them to me?" "You're only borrowing them." "Does she know that?" Anderson asked, trying to get out of wearing them. "Do you want her to?" Emily retorted. Anderson shook his head. Emily smiled in reply as she said, "Then, it will be our little secret." "I don't think they'll fit." "My slippers almost fit you and she's two sizes bigger than me," Emily countered. "It doesn't mean they'll fit," Anderson replied as he stepped into the shoe. "See, your foot got all the way in." "They're tight." "Oh, just cross your toes like a girl," Emily rejoined with a smirk. Anderson nodded as he put his left foot into the other shoe before Emily started down the hallway. Anderson followed behind her, struggling to keep up with her pace in his too tight boots, despite their absence of heels. After Emily paused to retrieve some costume makeup from Grace's room, she and Anderson went back downstairs. They went back down into the kitchen before Anderson sat at the kitchen table to have his makeup done again. Adjusting himself, Anderson sat sideways on the seat so that his tail would stop pressing into the chair. Emily smiled at his action while she began to do his makeup. Anderson wiggled his nose before Emily painted the tip black and added black whiskers with her eyebrow pencil. "Now, that's a cute kitty," Emily said as she put down her pencil. "Cute, I'm ferocious," Anderson retorted before letting out a meek roar that made Emily laugh. Collecting herself, Emily said, "You look real fierce in that." "I'm a real toughie," Anderson joked as he got up. "No. You're not, but you're so cute," Emily said in response to his self-deprecation as she began to stroke his sides while they walked into the living room. She sat down on the couch and patted her lap. Anderson sat down next to her before he followed her coaxing and laid down across her lap. Anderson gave Emily a curious look. She gave him a smile in return as she started to pet him. The feeling of Emily dragging her hands across the nylon and lycra covering his body brought a smile to his face. "Kitty likes?" Emily asked with a smile. "Kitty likes," Anderson purred. Emily's hand reached between his legs and felt the heat coming off his enlarged manhood. She pulled her hand back and grabbed at Anderson's hips. "What are you doing?" Anderson asked. Emily shushed Anderson while she helped resituate his body over her lap with his rear facing up. Anderson felt exposed laying face down with his rear facing the ceiling over Emily's lap. Anderson swallowed hard, wondering what Emily's end game was as she stroked his back through his leotard while the television continued to play. Emily was silent while she continued to stroke him, feeling his enlarged manhood pressing against her legs as she did so. With blushing cheeks, Anderson bit his lip and shook his head, hoping that Emily did not realize how excited he was at that moment. Sensing it, Emily stopped petting Anderson. Anderson's head perked up and jerked towards Emily. Emily smiled before her hand descended back onto his body. Anderson's eyes widened as one hand rested where his legs met his rear, while the other patted his rear. Anderson's right leg started to shake before Emily's finger began to circle around his centered tail. Anderson's back arched at the feeling that was running through his body. "Does kitty like that?" Emily cooed as she continued to circle her finger, pausing only to press the soft fabric of his leotard and tights into his crack. Anderson struggled to respond. His ongoing erection, however, gave Emily the answer that she wanted. Emily gave him a swat on the butt that made Anderson arch his back again. Emily laughed as she helped him from her lap and inquired, "Do you think it could get any better?" "I think it could," Anderson said with a smile. "What could make this better?" "Let me show you?" Anderson said as he got off the couch. "Don't be long," Emily remarked. "Not one second longer than I have to," Anderson replied. Anderson raced towards the stairs, feeling his leotard and tights pull on his body with each step. Anderson moved up the steps with haste, wanting to ask the question that had been occupying his mind for months leading up to this moment. Anderson went into Emily's bedroom and reached for his bag. Anderson dug through it until he found the box that contained the thing he was certain would bring Emily the most joy during their trip before they were snowed in. Anderson opened the box and stared at the ring with a smile before he closed the box. He started towards the door, but came to a stop as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. The reflection staring back at Anderson mortified him. He approached the mirror and saw his thin body hugged at every inch by black nylon and lycra. While his face looked feminine due to the makeup, his short hair was undeniably boyish despite the presence of the black furry ears that seemed to make a mockery of his lingering shreds of masculinity. "How can she find me attractive like this?" Anderson asked, unable to understand his girlfriend's reactions to him. Anderson's eyes focused on his face before they looked down to his soft, thin body. His member twitched, as he found himself horrified by his attraction to his feminized self. "Don't take too long," Anderson heard Emily call up the stairs, breaking his ashamed concentration on his appearance. Anderson opened the box again and saw the light shimmering on the diamond. He pulled the ring out and started to push it onto his ring finger. To his relief, the ring was too small. The illusion shattered in an instant while he put the ring back into the box. Anderson took a deep breath and blushed while he put his head down and hurried out the door and down the hallway. Anderson walked down the staircase with the box held behind his back. "What are you doing?" Emily asked while she watched Anderson walk towards her with something held behind his back. "It's my surprise." "Your surprise?" "As opposed to yours'?" "What's mine?" "That you're a lesbian," Anderson answered with a smile. "I'm not a lesbian." "Not that there's anything wrong with that right?" "I wouldn't be talking about sexuality if I was a man dressed in a leotard, just saying," Emily retorted with a laugh. "I love you." "Well, that makes two of us," Emily rejoined. Anderson smiled as he got to one knee and produced the box. Emily's eyes went wide as she said, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" Anderson asked while he opened the box. "Holy..." "Emily, will you marry me?" Emily put her hand over mouth as she asked with a laugh, "Do you really want to tell our kids that their Daddy proposed in leotard?" "Is that a no?" Anderson asked with his heart racing. "No," Emily said with a pause that made Anderson's stomach sink before she added, "It's a yes." "Yes," Emily said again with a grin and tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Anderson got to his feet to kiss her. Anderson slipped the ring on her finger while they continued to kiss. "This is crazy," Emily said. "Yup, and if anybody asks, let's lie," Anderson said. "You don't want to tell the truth?" Emily asked with a grin and a laugh. "I think I was wearing a tux in a nice restaurant." "You were wearing a tux? Was I a dressed like Marilyn Monroe?" "Why not?" Anderson asked with a shrug. "I've got to tell my sisters." "Let's not ruin the moment." "I've been waiting for this for..." "It's our time. You can tell them tomorrow," Anderson replied. Emily nodded before she asked with a grin, "What do you want for dinner?" Anderson gave her the response of something simple, not wanting to spend too much time in the kitchen. Anderson then helped her make the dinner before they ate together. "We can clean up tomorrow," Emily said while she carried the dishes to the sink. Anderson nodded as he watched her walk towards the stairs. She gave him a raise of her eyebrows that prompted him to scurry behind her up the stairs. Racing her to her bedroom, Anderson gave her playful tackle while he came down upon the bed with her. "Oh, too rough, kitty," Emily said. Anderson gave her a playful bite before Emily said, "We've got to get you changed." "Why?" "We can't do much like this?" Emily said as she patted Anderson's manhood through the leotard and tights that were constraining it. "I think nothing is better than something," Anderson replied before added, "just in this case." "Let's not ruin a good thing," Emily said while she told him to wait for her. Anderson nodded. He watched her leave the room before he threw his back against the bed and wondered how much more waiting for her he could handle. Emily came back up the stairs with the naughty schoolgirl in hand. Anderson's eyes widened as he looked at the costume, hoping to see her in it again. The hope was dashed as Emily said, "Put this on." "That?" Anderson asked. Emily nodded with a smile before she began to undress. Anderson watched her remove her clothes while he removed his gloves, boots and leotard. The headband came off next before he removed his tights. Anderson lingered on the tingly feeling on his legs as they were exposed to the air again before the cold temperature made him hasten their removal. Once they were off, Anderson gave the costume a wary look. Although it was skimpy, he figured it would be slightly warmer than being nude. He pulled the white cropped top over his head before he tied the red plaid tie around his neck. 'Just like a noose,' Anderson thought before he stepped into the tight, plaid miniskirt that forced his thighs to squeeze against one another. "Jesus," Anderson yelped, surprised by how uncomfortable the costume was as he tried to adjust his legs in it. "Girls suffer to look good," Emily said while she stared at him in the nude. "You don't need to," Anderson replied, eyeing her naked body from head to toe. "That's right, because, now, I'm the boy." "Say what?" Anderson asked. "You're going to learn what it's like to be the girl, Emily," Emily replied to Anderson's confusion as she placed on one of his shirts. "What are you doing?" "A little role-play," Emily replied breaking character before she reached for his jeans and brought them to her waist. "This is our time," Emily then added as Anderson watched her in silence. "We're both right here." "Yup, you and me. Emily and Anderson." "Right." "Look at you." "Okay," Anderson asked as he looked down the outfit he was ashamed to be wearing. "You make a pretty Emily. You may even wear those whiskers better." "Not a chance," Anderson replied, confused by where she was going as reached into her drawer. "What are you doing?" Anderson asked as Emily struggled with something before she zipped up his jeans. "I'm just being the best Anderson I can be," Emily answered. "Don't try to be me," Anderson said. "Why?" "I love you." "Well, so do I," Emily said as she got down to one knee. "Are you kidding me?" "Emily will you make me the happiest man in the world?" Emily asked. "Was I supposed to say that?" Anderson asked, uneasy about the situation. "Your words were enough for me," Emily answered. "Thanks." "Well, will you?" "You already said yes." "Will you?" "I asked the question." "Well, I'm asking it now." Anderson nodded as he said, "Yes, of course, it's yes." Emily hugged Anderson before she gave him a kiss before she began to work the ring up his finger. Failing to get it up his ring finger, Anderson reminded her, "It wasn't made for me." Emily nodded before she brought it up his pinkie finger and said, "Now, that you've got the ring, why don't you do something to show me your devotion." "I paid for the damn ring!" "A girl doesn't pay for her ring, Emily," Emily replied, trying to reinforce the roles they were playing. Catching her gist, Anderson laughed as he said, "You're right, I'm sorry, ANDERSON." "That's my girl," Emily said as she placed a kiss on his forehead. Emily backed away from Anderson and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. The smile left Anderson's face as he saw something emerging from the jeans. "Big isn't it?" Emily asked he dropped her jean. Anderson was in shock as he started at the strap-on his girlfriend was wearing. "Do you want to stroke it, babe?" Emily asked with a smile. Anderson gave her a curious look before she added, "It feels so good to stroke it." "I can see that," Anderson said with his face turning flush. "Stroke my dick," Emily cooed. Anderson shook his head before Emily said, "You know you want to Emily." Anderson's mind was swimming as his girlfriend called him by her name. Her fingers moved up and down the length of her strap on. The smile never left her face as she continued to drag her fingers along its length. "It feels so good," Emily said as her fingers moved beyond the head of the dildo before they began stroking it again. "Does it feel this good for you? It must feel so much better when you do it," Emily said with widened eyes. Anderson could only nod in response as he watched her, wanting her to use her hands on him again. Anderson wondered what she wanted. Emily gave him a serious look as she said, "Suck on it." Anderson was aghast. He shook his head as Emily moved her strap on close to his mouth. "Do it like I like it," Emily said. As the tip of the dildo touched his lips, Emily said, "Suck it." The words seemed more like an order. He remembered saying the same words to her the night she wore the costume before they first made love. He wondered if she felt as vulnerable as he did as he parted his lips. Anderson stared up at her, the way she often did with him as he plunged his lips around the plastic member. Emily smiled as she said, "That's the way I like it." Anderson felt his self-respect deflating before he tried to put himself in Emily's place. He tried to imagine he was her. He bobbed his head as he struggled to take the shaft down his throat. "Is that all you got, baby," Emily moaned as Anderson gagged on her plastic member. Anderson moaned in response before she said, "Do you know how you do it?" Anderson gave her a wide-eyed look as the tip of her dildo rested in his mouth. Emily stroked his wig as she said, "Place the tip of your tongue on the roof of your mouth. That's how you trick me into taking in the whole way." Emily's words stunned him. He followed her words and felt the tip of the dildo on the underside of his tongue. Emily grinned as she said, "That feels so good." 'It can't feel like anything,' Anderson thought, the fantasy of being each other shattered by her words before she drew out of his mouth. "How did that feel?" Emily asked. "I don't know," Anderson replied, feeling that the moment was an out of body experience. "Maybe it's time to start being ourselves." Anderson nodded in response as he watched her removed the strap on. She pulled off her top next before she reached for his pencil miniskirt. Anderson smiled as she began to undress him. He kissed her as they made their way to the bed. His mind was swimming with thoughts about what they had just done, but they were being driven from the forefront of his mind by the feeling of Emily's body. Anderson got down on the bed before she climbed upon him. Anderson looked up at her as she slid the ring off his pinkie and back onto her ring finger. Emily flashed Anderson a grin as she turned her attention away from the ring and said, "Now, for your dessert." Anderson yelped as she clutched his manhood and guided it into her waiting pussy. Anderson was stunned as she rode him. It was strange to see her take charge in bed. She had never done it before, but he enjoyed letting her dictate the pace. She brought him to the edge over and over before she finally let him orgasm inside her. The orgasm was far more powerful than the ones he normally had with her. Emily smiled as she climbed off him. He placed a kiss on her lips before she climbed under the covers with him. Emily then rested her head on Anderson's chest as they fell asleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The sound of a loud truck jarred Anderson and Emily from their slumber. Anderson pushed himself up in the bed and gazed out the window. "What is it?" "A plow. I thought you said it wasn't coming for two days?" Anderson replied before turning to Emily. Emily rolled over, prompting Anderson to push himself down beneath the covers. He put his arm around her as he cuddled up next to her. Emily shifted her over her shoulder and whispered, "I think we should stay in today." Anderson kissed her lips before he said, "That's the best idea I've heard all year." Shortly after their lips parted, they both fell back to sleep. The warm bed was too alluring to stir themselves from until the late morning nearly passed into the afternoon. As Anderson stretched, he reached for a pair of his pants. Emily gave him a pout as she said, "You don't want to wear something a little less boring?" "You know that I'm not a tranny, right?" Anderson countered. "I know...but it was fun..." The coy smile on Emily's face melted away Anderson's meager resistance to the idea. The day before had been fun for him too. He was eager to try to top it, even as he knew that his cross-dressing adventures could not follow him back home to their normal lives. Anderson decided to let Emily surprise him as she went to procure a costume for him. She returned with a red and white, vertically striped dress with a short, three tiered ruffled skirt with a solid red second tier that contrasted with the other tiers, which matched the rest of the dress. Emily held the dress up for him. Anderson tried to feign being upset, but he did not fool Emily. Anderson slipped his arms through puff, short sleeves and pulled at their red cuff while Emily zipped up the rear closure to the back of his neck. Emily grinned at how the dress looked on him before she said, "Are you sure that you don't want to shave your legs?" "I'm sure," Anderson replied, believing that he had already put the issue to rest. "Nude pantyhose would look so great with this. It would be so sheer and sexy" "Not happening," Anderson countered. Emily pouted before she produced a pair of opaque, white tights. Anderson gave them a roll of his eyes before he said, "What am I little girl, now?" "Well, if someone would shave their legs like a big girl, she wouldn't need white tights." Anderson nodded while he took the tights from her and began to pull them up his legs, following Emily's lead from the day before. Emily grinned at the ease that he had taken to following what he had seen her do. Once Anderson placed his toes in the tights and worked them up to his waist, Emily handed him a white, lace petticoat. "Alright, what girl wears this anymore?" Anderson countered. "A girl in costume," Emily retorted before she had Anderson stand up and step into the petticoat. As Anderson adjusted the petticoat, Emily excused herself and told him that he could handle the rest. Relieved to not have to wear makeup again, Anderson did not put up a fight about her leaving to finish dressing. Once Emily left the room, Anderson reached for the faux red lace trimmed, white apron with red piping. He placed his arms through the red, shoulder straps before he tied the red ties around his waist. As he finished tying it, Anderson noticed the nametag on the apron reading "Dinah". Under the circumstances, Anderson was happy with the name, knowing that it could have been much worse. Anderson reached for the longhaired, auburn colored wig next. He placed it on his head before he clipped the red and white headpiece of the costume atop the top curls that adorned the wig. Anderson slipped his feet into a pair of ill-fitting black and white saddle shoes with a one-inch black heel. Once Anderson finished lacing them up, he walked down the stairs and heard the sound of Emily working in the kitchen. He gave her a smile as he watched her cook and asked, "Do you need any help?" "Chef's don't need the waitress help to cook. You're going to serve it. That's your role here," Emily replied with a smirk and a mock tsking with her pointer finger. Anderson smiled as he set the table and asked, "Is this appropriate for a waitress?" "Since we don't have a busboy on duty, it'll do, sweetheart," Emily replied, doing her best Humphrey Bogart. Anderson rolled his eyes before Emily turned off the stove and walked over to the table. She sat down and smiled at Anderson and said, "You got the rest." "Oh, thank you," Anderson replied clasping his hem as he did so. Anderson turned and walked towards the stove. He divided the meal that Emily had prepared between two plates before he carried them over to the table. He then turned and got two cups of coffee before he sat down and ate with Emily. Emily told him about the calls she was going to make as she began to plan out the wedding in her mind. Anderson nodded along, mostly content with the realization that he was going to only have a minor say in the details of the wedding. Once they finished eating, Emily asked, "Isn't the waitress going to clean off the table?" Anderson gave her a nod before he smirked and said, "Sure, but I'm not really dressed to be a dish washer." "Fine," Emily said with mock indignation and resignation about taking over the task. Anderson smiled at her as he started towards the sink with the dirtied cups, dishes and utensils in hand. Once he placed them down in the sink, he turned back to face his fianc?e. Anderson jumped back and shrieked, nearly losing his balance in the process. Emily's eyes widened as her eyes darted from Anderson to the sight of what he was looking at. Emily's heart began to race while she stared in silence with a slack jaw at the woman who was staring at them through the front window from the porch that was situated in front of the kitchen. "Oh, my God, Mrs. Engelmann, what are you doing here?" Emily said as she held her hand over heart while Anderson stood in stunned, wide-eyed silence. "I was just checking to make sure you two were alright." "Why?" Emily asked while she went to let the woman in. Anderson watched in silence, unable to find the will to move or object while Emily let the woman he had met a few times before into the home, giving her an opportunity for closer inspection of him in the process. "Your mother asked me to. She said you weren't returning her calls. She was worried." 'That was by design,' Emily thought while shaking her head as she reached for her cell phone. She sorted through the missed calls that had accumulated since she put it in on do not disturb mode. "I'm very sorry, dear. I didn't want to barge in. I saw you in the window. I was just looking to see if you were all right. I wasn't planning to knock, but then I saw...that," Kathleen replied as she pointed to Anderson's dress. Anderson pressed the skirt of his dress down against his white tights covered thighs while he broke his silence to say, "Let me go and put something else on." Kathleen shook her head with a smile at the blushing boy while she replied, "Don't go and change on my account." "Oh, I think it's time." "I'm sorry, Anderson. I didn't want to spook you guys. I was just trying to help." 'Oh, you're a big help,' Anderson thought. Anderson look turned incredulous while he heard Emily thank the woman. As he processed the situation from her point of view, however, he began to see the merit in his fianc?e's gratitude. The woman seemed even more imposing to him than she normally did as he stood before her in skirts and heeled shoes. The thick, gray haired woman seemed manly by comparison as she stood in work boots, jeans and a heavy leather jacket. As they chatted, Kathleen's eyes caught sight of the engagement ring. She was taken aback by it presence on Emily's finger. Seeing Kathleen's reaction, Emily squealed about her engagement. Anderson watched as the woman exchanged excited joyful words. While he knew Kathleen had been close with Emily's family since Emily's childhood, he was surprised to see the level of joy in the normally restrained woman. Turning her attention to Anderson, Kathleen asked, "So, was this all part of the celebration?" Emily and Anderson both blushed before Emily explained the fashion show they had done the day before over a cup of coffee. Anderson was mortified by her admissions, even as she omitted the sexual dalliances to his relief. "Mrs. Engelmann, you have to keep our secret," Emily begged. "For you, dear, anything," Kathleen said with a smile as she hugged the girl. Her words filled Anderson with a sense of relief before he noticed a change of expression on Kathleen's face. Kathleen paused before she said, "Well, maybe on one condition." "What?" Anderson interjected, unable to restrain himself as his heart began to race. "Since you're dressed for it, why don't you come by my house tonight? I'll make dinner for the three of us and you can help with the...let's just say...presentation." Anderson squirmed at the prospect. His hesitation prompted Kathleen to add, "Or I could just tell your future in-laws that their son-in-law proposed in leotard and his sister-in-law's shoes. Come to think of it, that makes a much more interesting story... "You wouldn't," Emily replied. Kathleen responded with a smile that told Emily that she would never say a word. Emily forced a grin away from her face as she turned to Anderson and said, "I don't see what choice we have." "It'll be great. My husband bought some great steaks." "Oh, I don't want to intrude on you and...," Anderson began to reply, hoping for a way out. "He's not here. He went down to visit his daughters with his ex for the Holidays. "Why didn't you go with him?" Anderson asked. The look on his fianc?e's face told him he had made a