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Sunday was a blur of doing nothing. With empty schedules, Jessie got up at 8:15, made a batch of cranberry scones, then brought Martha breakfast in bed where they cuddled for an hour, watched Sunday morning talk show and kissed and kissed and kissed. By 11:00, Jessie was sitting in front of his new instrument, still in his pretty little nightie and robe, looking up the sheet music for his favorite Bach, Strauss and Chopin pieces on Martha's iPad and playing through each several times before moving on to something else. Martha, also in her silk pajamas, sat on the couch, reading the Sunday New York Times, doing the crossword and listening to her little virtuoso play his pretty little heart out. Both were happy and content to just be in the same room together. Around 1:30, Jessie tied his yellow apron on and set about making dinner - well, dessert, actually. He started pealing apples for a pie. When they were skinned and sliced, he covered them in cinnamon, brown sugar and vanilla, then mixed the ingredients for the crust. Smelling the sweet ingredients, Martha peeked into the kitchen to see what he was up to. At that moment, Jessie was sweeping excess flour, backing powder and cinnamon off of the quartz counter top and into a little dust pan - another kitchen-accessory-wedding-present from Martha's cousins that had never been used before. "What are you making?" "Apple pie for dessert." Jessie shook the hair behind his shoulders as he stood straight to speak to Martha. Lord, he was cute. Even with no makeup or hairspray, he was just so damned adorable. "Babe, you don't have to kill yourself cooking everyday, you know." "Kill myself?" Jessie laughed. "I love cooking for you. Besides, it's Sunday. Families need to have a nice, sit down dinner on Sundays. That's the most important meal of the week. I have some chicken kabobs marinating. I'm planning on dinner at 4:30, if that's ok. Martha came around the counter, hugged him from behind and kissed his neck, causing Jessie to giggle and squirm. "A family, are we?" Martha teased and kissed and brought more giggles. "I suppose we need to start buying towels and linens like a real couple, huh?" "Marty, stop!" Jessie shrieked as his giggling was nearly out of control, but Martha continued to kiss and tickle and excite him. Finally, he managed to turn and face Martha, then wrap his arms around her neck and occupy her lips with his. When the kiss finally ended, they smiled at each other and Jessie laughed, "You're awful, you that. I have work to do here. Go on, now, get out of my kitchen." Martha gave him one last kiss and said, "Yes, m'am," as she walked back into the great room to watch a movie. At 3:30, Martha was surprised to hear Grace in the kitchen talking to Jessie. "Don't you look cute?" Grace was saying. "I like that pinky-beige color on you. It looks nice." She was even more surprised to hear Bill say, "How's it going, Marty" as he stepped into the great room and crossed to the love seat near the couch. He had two glasses of wine in his hand and he handed one to Martha as he sat. "Bill! I had no idea that you were coming by." "Oh. Sorry. I thought... well, Grace said that we were invited to dinner. Did I misunderstand? We can leave if we're intruding." "No. Not at all, Bill. Oh, Lord, I'm still in my PJs. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home." She hustled out into the kitchen to say hi to Grace and looked at Jessie, shocked to see him fully dressed in a light pink top, his bra evident beneath, and his beige shorts. She kissed Grace and said to Jessie, "Babe, I didn't know we were having company for dinner - not that I mind, Gracie, you know you and Bill are always welcome - but, look at me! I'm not even dressed. And when did you get all dolled up?" Jessie smiled that damnably cute smile of his. "I'm sorry, Marty. When I said 'family!'I thought you understood that I invited Grace and Bill, too. You know - Our family. I was busy out here and I didn't realize that you hadn't gotten changed." Martha shook her head in mock aggregation and looked at Grace. "Women. Can't live with 'em..." and she headed to the bedroom to change. "So." Grace sat on a bar stool on the opposite side of the counter from Jessie's prep area, "are you still happy, honey?" Jessie stopped and smiled, just a bit embarrassed to admit it, "Grace, I am happier than I have ever been. I feel so 'at home' here and Marty... oh, my God, Grace... Marty is just... so..." He was at a loss for words. "I know, babe. Marty is just such a great guy, right?" Jessie laughed. "I guess. Yeah. I mean, she takes such great care of me. I haven't felt this... safe, I guess, since my dad got sick. I just want this to last forever." Grace laughed as she grabbed a block of Parmesan cheese, a grater and a bowl and started to prepare the salads. "It will, sweetheart. You'll see." When they all took their seats at the table, Bill held up his glass, "A toast." They all followed his lead and raised their glasses, too. "To the three nicest woman I know. To Grace, who has been a good friend for a long time and now, has become much more. To Marty, who has been Grace's friend and sister since they were children. Thank you for helping her through the last year. I know that it was tough for Grace and I know that she appreciates your help and friendship through it all. And, of course, to the most special woman of all, Jessie, who has just entered all of our lives and seems to be making everything brighter and happier. I drink to all of you and I hope that, before we leave, I may hear Jessie play a few numbers on that new piano in the other room." "Here, here!" Grace and Martha called out, but Jessie just raised his glass and smiled. It was a nice toast, but it brought back the conversation he'd had with Martha last night. If he was going to actually live as a woman, then he needed to commit to it more fully. Oh, well. That could wait. For now, it was about good food and family. After dinner, Jessie entertained them with a little Brahms, Faure and Elton John before they all adjourned to the lounge chairs surrounding the pool in the pool house and chatted about the state of the world, movies and music. "I guess I should have brought my swim trunks," Bill said with a laugh. "Do you want to take a swim?" Martha indicated a dressing room off to the end of the pool. "I'm sure that there's a pair of board trunks that would fit you in the chest of drawers in the dressing rooms." "Well," Bill stood, "if it's ok with everyone, I think I'll take a dip. Will anyone join me?" "Not me, but you go ahead." Grace took a sip of her wine. Martha waved off the offer, but Jessie said, "I think I will. I've been dying to try out the pool." "Then enjoy it, babe," Martha said, taking his wine glass from him and placing it on the ground beside her lounge chair. As Bill and Jessie entered the dressing rooms, Grace giggled, "This should be interesting. I've never seen Bill shirtless. I have to admit, I'm curious." Martha raised her eye brows and giggled conspiratorially, "He does kind of have Pierce Brosnan thing going on, you know? Like in Mama Mia." Grace laughed. "If you change your mind, I'm the first on line. Honey, I'm still free. Take a chance on me," she sang the Abba song, sending them both into fits of tipsy laughter. "Oh..." Martha was holding her side to ease the pain of laughing so hard. "You're awful!" The door on the right opened and out stepped Bill in a pair of Hawaiian print, board shorts that looked great on him. His salt-and-pepper hair was nearly as thick on his chest as it was on his head. The man looked good, plain and simple. Grace whistled a cat-call, sending Martha back into peals of laughter. "Looking good, there, fella!" Grace called, encouraging Bill to pose, flexing his muscles in a joking manner. The thing was, though, he had the biceps, triceps and abs to pull it off and they bulged handsomely when he flexed." "My, oh, my, oh, my, oh, my," Grace laughed. "You are just all kinds of sexy, there, sir. My heart is all a twitter." Now, it was Bill's turn to laugh. "Play your cards right, lady, and I'll let you see all of this, any time you want." The women laughed some more as Bill walked down the steps of the pool into the shallow end. "It's warm," he said impressed. "Very comfortable." He dove under water and swam under the surface towards the other end. He covered the distance, turned, pushed off of the wall and returned to the shallow end, all in a single breath, causing both women to applaud and hoot. At that moment, the other dressing room door opened and Jessie appeared, wearing a bright green, one-piece, racer's swimsuit. Obviously designed for a woman, the suit, designed for speed in the water, not enhancement, had no support of any kind, so Jessie was very flat chested, but his lower abdomen was equally flat, indicating that Jessie had taken the time to tuck away his male package. When he turned his back to them to place a towel on a bench near the shallow end stairs, he bent over, innocently thrusting his rear end into the air. "That's what I'm talking about!" Martha whispered. Grace's laughter grew as she said, "You guys are just too freaking weird!" "Why?" Martha laughed again. "Because I'm a heterosexual woman who's attracted to feminine man in a one piece, or because he's heterosexual man who enjoys the attentions of a butch giantess? I don't see anything weird about any of this!" They were both approaching being drunk, but having a great time. "Oh, stop it. There's nothing butch about you except your job and so what. If a man teaches elementary school, people don't say that he's girly." "The people I work with do," Martha replied with raised eyebrows. "Ok, yeah," Grace conceded, "but a lot of the people you work with also think that the world is flat, wearing aluminum foil hats will keep the satellites from reading their thoughts and that Louis Armstrong was the first man on the moon. You hire them for their strength - not their brains. You know that you're as pretty as a picture or as tough as nails - whichever you want, whenever you want to be. There's nothing butch about that. You're just who you are; a strong, successful woman who just happens to have found her soulmate who just happens to be a perfect juniors-size-two." Martha sighed and watched Jessie swimming for a few minutes, comparing him to Bill and, in a way, to her ex-husband. Both Bill and her ex were gorgeous male specimen. Strong, broad, confident and had that take-charge kind of personality which Martha admired in others, but didn't want in her home. She needed to rule her roost - She always had. When she was married and both partners needed to be in charge, well that certainly helped to destroy her marriage. She had that 'take charge' trait in spades and she didn't need to be in competition with a similarly minded person in her own home. Jessie, on the other hand, was eager to please, easy to please and as cute as a button. He made her smile and laugh and he made her want him, so very, very badly. Even right now, knowing what was tucked into the crotch that swim suit, a swim suit that would have been too small on her when she was fourteen years old, she wanted him. She wanted him in her, and she wanted her tongue and fingers in him. She'd never been as open and intimate with anyone before. She just... needed him. Yes. That was it. She just needed him. Just then, she was shaken from her thoughts as Bill dove off the diving board accompanied by cheers and applause from Grace and Jessie. Martha had only barely registered it, but she realized that Bill's dive had been fairly complicated and very well executed. As he was climbing out of the water to return to the diving board, Martha joined the applauding. "Isn't he wonderful?" Grace asked Martha, who nodded. "Can you teach me to do that?" Jessie asked Bill. "Sure," Bill said, extending a hand to the much smaller man, pulling him nearly completely out of the water, causing Jessie to giggle girlishly. Bill lifted Jessie onto the board, as if he were the quintessential, mid- twentieth-century, helpless female, then stood behind him, giving instructions and holding Jessie by the hips while Jessie bent over, listened to Bill and tried to concentrate on the required moves. With Jessie's rear up in the air, just inches from Bill's crotch, Martha felt a pang of jealousy at their innocent intimacy. It occurred to her what Bill, if he were so inclined, was capable of doing to her little lover in this position and, for the very first time in her life, she understood why some women suffered from that very specific form of envy that Freud had written about. She was a woman and she loved being a woman, but her mind wandered to a fantasy that she'd never had before and she wondered what it must feel like to insert a delicate and sensitive part of your body into the body of another person - a person that you loved. It must be wonderful. She let out a shivering sigh which was louder than she'd intended. Grace never took her eyes off of Bill and Jessie, but spoke to Martha. "I know what you mean. I'd love to be in Jessie's position, right now, and I bet that you'd love to be Bill, wouldn't you?" Martha blushed a bit, but didn't reply. Grace took her hand and said, "Wouldn't you?" again. Martha just looked at Grace and smiled, just the tiniest bit. Grace smiled more broadly. "It's a brave new world for you two, Marty. Just go with it, ok?" As Jessie jumped from the board, Bill clapped and cheered, "Atta girl!" to him. They watched as a Bill, once again, pulled Jessie out of the water with no effort at all. "When you look at Jessie," Martha asked tentatively, "what do you see?" "I see a cutie pie," Grace said. "No," Martha got serious, "you know what I mean. What do you see when you look at him?" Grace realized that Martha was being serious. "Well... I'm not sure if I'm looking at a boy or a girl, but I am sure about one thing... she's blossoming into a lovely woman. She's cute and flirty and she's in love with you." Martha nodded. "You said 'she.' 'She's' cute and 'she's' in love." She watched Jessie laughing with a Bill, who was obviously enjoying the attention of a pretty, young woman. "That's what I see, too." "Is that going to be a problem for you?" Martha shrugged. "I keep telling myself that it shouldn't be, but... Gracie, I have fairly high-profile position in this community. What will people think?" "Honestly, if you let other people decide who you're allowed to love, then maybe you don't deserve to be happy." The harsh words hit Martha hard for a moment. "You're right, you know. If I let him go, I'll never be happy again. I know that sounds melodramatic, but I've never felt this way about anyone before. I need him to be with me whether people think he's a boy or a girl or a man or a woman. Screw everyone else. I'm going to be with him... or her... I don't know and I don't care. I'm going to be with Jessie." "That's the Marty Bradley that I know!" Martha laughed again and nodded to Grace. "Thanks, hon." Martha smelled the vegetables being chopped and prepped for an omelette before she reached the kitchen on Monday morning. She fully expected to see Grace sitting at the table scoffing down a hearty breakfast, but she was surprised to see Bill sitting there, as well. He rose as Martha entered the room. "I should be going, I guess. I've got a meeting at 10:30. Bye, Grace." He kissed her cheek. "Bye, Marty," he kissed her cheek, but continued, "you look especially beautiful this morning. That color suits you." She was a bit surprised to get a fashion endorsement from Bill, but she appreciated it. She was wearing a pinkish-cream colored suit with a loose, playful skirt. It was one of her favorite suits, but she wasn't sure that it was always appropriate. The 'playful' quality of the flouncy skirt didn't say, 'I mean business,' the way that a tailored look did. This morning, she just felt like a woman in love, so she wanted to look pretty - not just good. "Well, thanks, Bill. Nice to see you this morning. You don't have to run out on my account." Bill laughed. "I'm not leaving on your account, but I do have to run." He kissed her cheek, again. "I'll be back on Wednesday afternoon. Take care of my girls until then, ok?" "You got it, Bill." She sat as Bill gave a Jessie a big hug and a peck on his cheek. "Thanks for a great meal, young lady. That should hold me till Wednesday." Jessie gave Bill a peck as well and said, "Go on, you. Get out of here." Then he turned to Martha, "Marty? Would you like a veggie omelette or a western...? Anything you'd like." "Would a western made with egg whites be too much to ask?" Jessie made a face at the question. "Please. I'll make you whatever you want. Just give me five minutes." Grace pushed a carafe of coffee over to Martha, who took it and examined it. "Jess, where are you finding all these kitchen things?" "In your storage room," he replied as he busied himself with his cooking. "It was in a box marked 'Kitchen Stuff.' None of it was opened." Martha looked at Grace. "Who knew? Unused wedding presents." As Jessie moved away, Grace leaned in, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but after I do your hair, your boy toy and I are going shopping for a new wardrobe. A more feminine wardrobe. Dresses, to be precise. After our chat last night, I kind of wanted your input on this before I took him to Dobson's." Martha watched Jessie cooking; his silk nightie and robe hanging so sweetly over his little body. He had, obviously, brushed his hair before coming down, wanting to look good for her. So cute and motherly as he cooked. "Ok," Martha whispered back, "but, please do a couple of things for me." "Sure, Marty. Anything." "First: please don't let him look silly. Nothing too young or too matronly. Just things that are right for a woman his age. Ok?" "Of course, honey. You know me. He'll look pretty, I promise." "Thanks, Grace, but, also, don't let him spend his own money. They know you at Dobson's and they know I've let you use my store account before. Make sure that anything he buys goes on my account. If you have any problems, talk to Meg in the customer service office. I'll call and let her know that you'll be coming today." "Here you go." Jessie was headed to the table with Martha's omelette, a glass of tomato juice and a plate with piece of home-baked-sour-dough toast, all arranged on a small tray. He placed each item daintily on the table and gave Martha a kiss on the cheek. God, he smelled so good! Floral scented shampoo, lavender skin cream and the general smell of cooking in his skin. "And, by the way," he said as he patted Martha's hair, "Bill was right. You do look beautiful today. I love that outfit on you." Then he hugged her head to his chest and kissed her head and walked away. Martha thought about the hug, her head pulled to his chest, and she caught Grace's eye. Then she cupped her own breasts and mouthed a message to Grace: "And get him some good, padded bras." The colors were vivid and varied. The styles were all so different and confusing. The materials were all so gloriously soft and delicate. He didn't even know how to begin to make a choice. When he'd bought clothes before, he just went to Walmart or Target - recently, Goodwill - and grabbed a pair of jeans from the boy's department. There was so much to choose in this women's department that he nearly chickened out and left the store, Grace linked her arm through his and reassured him that she would help him make good choices. "I don't know. Maybe this is a bad idea," Jessie whispered as Grace walked him through the racks of dresses. "I was sure that I wanted to do this, but I just feel weird, now. What if I'm going too far and Martha doesn't like it?" "May I help you, ladies?" A lovely woman in her early thirties appeared out of no where. "Yes, please, we could use your help." Grace took over, ignoring Jessie's apprehension. "My friend here has never had the opportunity to shop in a real NICE store, like yours, and she has no idea what styles she'd like." The woman nodded rubbed Jessie's arm in sympathy. "I understand. Let me get Louise out here. She's our stylist on duty. I think that you'll like her recommendations." Then, she disappeared into the racks. "See," Grace smiled, "everything will be fine. Marty's going to love that you're getting girlier and Louise will take care of you." "Do you know Louise?" "Never heard of her, but she'll take care of you. I promise that we won't leave without something that you'll look and feel great in." Within moments, a very well dressed woman appeared. She was somewhere between twenty-five and forty, and was dressed and made up as if she was about to host a fancy TV show." "Good morning, ladies!" She sang her welcome to Jessie and Grace. "How may I help you, today?" "Good morning, Louise, this is my friend, Jessie." Louise extended a perfectly manicured hand to Jessie. "Nice to meet you, dear." "Nice to meet you, too," Jessie smiled. "Jessie, here, has only recently been able to invest in nice clothing and she is struggling to find her look. We were hoping that you may be able to offer her some guidance." Grace pushed Jessie forward for Louise to inspect. "Oh, well, that's wonderful, Jessie. Now let me see what we have to work with." She turned him this way and that, mumbling as she measured. "Nice, slender hips. Not too bad in the rear. Not a lot up on top. Is this a padded bra, dear?" "Yes," Jessie whispered as Louise gave his right bra cup a squeeze to see if it was filled with flesh or cotton. "We'll take care of that for you and don't worry, once you have a baby, the boob fairy will help you out. It happens to all of us." The remark made Jessie feel odd - a bit inferior to Louise and Grace. He looked at their breasts with envy and a pang of sadness, but Louise interrupted his thoughts. "I think that lighter colors will go well with your complexion, sweetheart. Softer yellow, blues, greens, reds, pinks, even soft oranges should be nice, but I'd stay away from overly vivid colors. I think they'd wash you out, unless you want to lighted your hair a little. That would help." "Oh..." was all that Jessie could muster. "You know," Grace jumped in, "I've been thinking of lighting his... sorry, her, hair a bit. I think you're right. A few shades lighter and she'd be able to wear anything. What do you think, Jess?" Jessie realized that neither Louise nor Grace was being mean. They were just doing what women do. They had objectified him. Not in a sexual way, but as a fashion accessory. He had expected to find a dress that would compliment him and make him more attractive to Marty, but he just realized that the dress it's self is what woman find attractive. He was just expected to be an adequate vehicle for the garment. "Umm... I'll have to think about that, I guess. I'll need to see what Marty thinks about that before committing to something like that." "Is Marty your boyfriend?" Louise asked as she took a few more measurements. "He is," Grace said, "and they are the cutest couple! Honestly, they're so cute that they make me sick!" Louise laughed. "How long have you been dating?" "Umm... about a week, I guess," Jessie replied. "A new romance! How exciting!" the stylist gushed. "So, you want to look your prettiest for this 'Marty' of yours, huh? Well, I promise that he will be dreaming about you every night after I'm done with you, my dear!" He smiled as she rubbed his upper arm. "Thank you, Louise. That's exactly what I'd like to happen." "Ok, sweetie, come with me. Let's start with some every day items, then look at some nice dresses." Before Jessie had been shown a single dress, Louise had managed to talk him into a plethora of panties in many different styles - high cut briefs, low cut briefs, boy shorts, thongs, hipsters, tangas... he waved off the g-string style. All the panties were silky and soft and lacy and pretty. Most were white or beige, but there were some black and some more colorful, too, including a red bra and panty set that Louise indicated would be 'irresistible.' He had stockings and tights and knee socks and ankle socks and pantyhose and trouser socks... He had sports bras and padded bras and tees shirt bras and a push-up bra that actually seemed to find something on his skinny frame to push-up. He had sandals and flats and one inch heels and two inch heels and three inch heels... opened toed shoes and closed toed shoes... shoes that slipped on and shoes that strapped around his tiny ankles, which looked even more tiny with a strap around it. Finally, Louise announced that he and Grace should take a rest and have some tea while she gathered some dresses to show Jessie. They sat and poured while Louise left the back room to return to the floor of the store. The moment that the door closed, Jessie turned to Grace and said, "Grace, I didn't expect all of this! I only have about seven hundred dollars to my name. I can't afford all of this! I bet there's over a thousand dollars worth of underwear and shoes in our order already. Louise is being so nice... I don't want to upset her, but I can't afford all of this!" "Calm down, girl," Grace laughed. "Don't worry about it. I don't think you fully understand who your 'boyfriend' is. Marty is rich - I mean, REALLY rich. Like, she's one of the wealthiest women in New England. You don't need to worry about money. Not today, not ever." "I can't take Marty's money for this! I can buy my own clothes - I just can't buy them here. It's way too expensive." "Oh, poo." Grace was dismissive. "Marty has a charge account here and she knows that we're here to get you all set up. Louise has probably already been told that your order is a special one. She probably doesn't realize that Martha is the Marty that we were talking about, but she probably knows that your order is being taken care of by one of their richer clients." "...but...." Jessie didn't know if this was right or not. "Shouldn't a guy pay his own way?" Grace smiled and reached for Jessie's hand. "Sweetheart, we are shopping for dresses for you. On the counter out there, there is a pile of panties, tights, bras and heels. Those aren't 'guy's' clothes, honey. Those are clothes that women use to make their lovers happy. Now, for some weird reason, you and Marty seem to have stumbled into a very old fashioned relationship - except you are fulfilling the part of the woman in this one. I thought that was what you wanted. A woman accepts gifts graciously from her lover." Jessie took that in. "I know that I'm getting a bit... girly... and I'm doing it for both me and Marty. We both kind of like it, but I kind of thought that we were equals. Both of us part man and part woman, you know? I never thought of Marty as a guy." "Oh, I don't think anyone would ever think of Marty as a man. She's way too much of a woman for that and she likes getting all dressed up from time to time, too. She's strong and tough and burly, but there's nothing manly about her, but..." "...but, what?" "She is the breadwinner, sweetie. Even if you found a great job today, you would never be able bring the kind of money to your relationship that Marty does. She loves you, honey. She's got more money than God and she wants to share it with you, so... just let her do that. Money means nothing to her. You mean everything." "Oh..." Jessie wiped a tear from his eye, "that's such a sweet thing to say, Grace." He took a napkin from the table and dabbed his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me, lately. I'm crying at the drop of a hat." Grace laughed, "It's what girls do, baby. You'll get used to it." "Are we ready to look at some dresses, now?" Louise sang as she re- entered the little sitting area. Jessie stood, "I guess so. I have to be honest, Louise. As a rule, I've never really worn dresses..." "Don't worry about that, dear." Louise moved behind Jessie and gently guided him back to his seat. "You just sit here and tell Louise what you like and we'll take care of everything for you. Let's start with some casual wear, ok? Something that will look nice in the home, or going to a luncheon." When she was all ready, Louise called, "Mary!" and a thin and pretty young woman entered wearing a light green shift-dress that hung loosely across her shoulder, draped beautifully across her modest breasts and swung on her hips. "Oh, that's pretty," Grace breathed. "What do you think Jessie?" "It's very pretty," Jessie said truthfully, but he was a bit confused as to what was going on. "It would look lovely on you," Louise said. "Should we put it aside for you?" Jessie laughed nervously. "Oh, I don't... I mean... I would never look good in something like that. It's too... I don't know... that girl is gorgeous. Anything would look good on her. I'm..." "...exactly the same size as Mary," Louise said. "I chose her because you are the same size and body type. I promise, whatever looks good on Mary will look even better on you, dear." Jessie glanced at the woman and then at Grace. He knew that he looked cute in the shorts and tops that she'd been providing him and that the outfit he wore to the brunch was nice, but this girl, this Mary, she was a knockout. Was it really possible for him to look that beautiful? Maybe it was... ...and that thought set in motion a tingle in his panties that he did not expect. Imagine being that beautiful. Imagine what that would be like. To have people look at you and think that you were beautiful. Imagine what that would feel like. To be an object of desire and to feel clothes that beautiful swishing around your hips and butt and legs. It must be wonderful. It must be sexy. It must be heavenly. "Jessie?" "Huh? What?" He was shaken from his reverie by Grace's voice. "Louise is asking you a question." She pointed at the saleswoman who seemed concerned. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Louise. Sometimes I am such an airhead. What did you say?" Louise seemed relieved that Jessie had rejoined the conversation. "I was asking if you'd like us to keep this dress aside for you?" "I... I don't know. Grace, what do you think?" Grace seemed to find Jessie's distracted attitude adorable. She giggled, "Yes, I think you should take that dress, Jess." Then, she turned to Louise, "Do you think we could get a bottle of water for my little friend, here? I think that she's finding this whole experience a bit overwhelming." "Of course. Of course." Louise walked to a mini fridge and instructed Mary, "Please, change into the next dress, Mary." "Are you ok?" Grace whispered. Jessie shook his head to clear it. "I'm fine. Why?" "Well, your face is flushed and your breathing was odd. If I had to guess, I'd say that you'd either just had a seizure or and orgasm." Jessie's eyes shot open. Had he actually...? No, but it was close. "Did you?" she asked. "Here you go." Louise handed Jessie a small bottle of water. "Thank you, Louise. You're the best." Jessie took the bottle and took a sip. "Mary, we're ready!" Louise callers as she settled on a tall chair to Jessie's left. Jessie turned to Grace and mouthed, "No. I didn't." But he knew that the only reason he hadn't was because they'd interrupted him. His guilty smile made Grace giggle some more. When the 'fashion show' had ended, Grace and Jessie left the store with the load of new lingerie, the shoes they had selected, a few pieces of moderately priced jewelry, a half-dozen blouses, the same number of skirts, seven different every day dresses, a rain coat and a very pretty little-black-dress which Louise assured him was a staple of every woman's wardrobe. He had changed into a new bra and pantie set, a new pair of two-inch sandals and sundress that he had fallen in love with. It had a light grey background with delicate white flowers, green leaves and stems and blue butterflies printed on it. It was young, but appropriate, and swung around his knees enticingly. It had thin straps and that revealed his narrow shoulders - which he'd always been embarrassed by in the past - in a beautiful and feminine manner. It was the first dress he'd ever worn and the first time he'd ever stepped out onto the street feeling sexy and attractive. He loved it. They walked, chatted and window-shopped till they came to a little coffee shop and Grace suggested that they have something for lunch. She ordered a panini, Jessie got a small salad with grilled tuna and they took their food out back to a patio area where there were small, round tables and a small play-area for children. The area overlooked a valley with a large river flowing far down below. "Oh, this is delicious," Jessie moaned after his first bite. "What do they put in this dressing? It's delicious!" Grace laughed at Jessie's typical enthusiasm. She found him fascinating and adorable. The perfect girlfriend with whom to spend an a day out shopping. As they nibbled, Grace said, "So, tell me the truth. You like it, don't you?" Jessie nodded his head. "The salad? Yes, it's delicious." "No, silly. Not the salad. The dress. You like wearing the dress, don't you?" He smiled and dabbed his lips with a napkin. "I do, but probably not the way you think." "Oh, please. I saw you nearly cream your panties just a half an hour ago. Don't tell me that it doesn't turn you on to look like this." Jessie smiled, a bit abashed, and his cheeks reddened a little. "That... that wasn't the clothes. Louise said that I'd be even prettier than Mary and, well, it made me a little... excited, I guess. Honestly, I never wore woman's clothes before last week and I'm only doing it because, since meeting Marty, it just feels... right, you know?" Grace accepted that, "...but, you like wearing the dress, don't you?" "I do, Grace. I really do like it. I feel... free and right and I love how people look at me. I feel like 'me' for the very first time and I know that Marty likes it, too... at least I hope that she likes me going this far." "Oh, honey, she's going to adore this. You are breathtaking, sweetie, and I think that it's time to add a little more makeup, too. When Marty comes home, she's going to fall in love all over again." Jessie was about to respond, when a voice interrupted them. "Grace! Grace!" it called from the door to the restaurant. Grace recognized the woman, who was pushing a folding stroller and had a very little girl by the hand, and she waved for the woman to come and join them. As the woman tried to push the stroller, tow the toddler and balance the tray, Jessie jumped up, hurried as quickly as his new heels would allow. "Here, let me take this." He smiled at the woman and took the tray, then smiled sweetly at the little girl, offered a hand and said, "Hi. I'm Jessie. Why don't you come with me so mommy can push your little..." he looked at the harried woman, "...brother?" the woman nodded, "to our table." The child smiled and took Jessie's hand as they all proceeded to the table. "Heather!" Grace called as she hugged the woman, "How are you? I haven't seen you since the baby was born." Jessie pulled two chairs to their table and lifted the little girl into the chair, then took the stroller from the woman and positioned it near the child. "Oh, Grace," Heather said with an exhausted breath, "I'm great, but this is our first day out without daddy, so... I'm running out of gas, I'm afraid." Grace kissed her, then turned her attention to the bundle of blue blankets in the stroller. "And this must be little Joshua? Oh, Heather, he's gorgeous. Congratulations. You did a good job on him!" Heather laughed. "Thanks. He is a good looking boy, isn't he. He's the spit and image of his daddy." Grace turned her attention to the little girl and said, "and how is the beautiful Miss Jessica?" She tickled the child's sides and she reacted with more laughter than necessary. Obviously, this was a ritual that had been performed many times before. "Good," the child said between giggles. "Oh, my goodness!" Jessie said to the child with a great deal of over- enthusiasm. "Your name is Jessica!?" The child nodded. "My name is Jessie and, look! We both have white flowers on our dresses. Well, we're practically twins! We'd better not sit too closely or your mommy might think that I'm you!" Then he turned to the women. "What do you think? Don't we look alike?" The child beamed with joy as Jessie placed his face right next to Jessica's and they looked at her mother. "Almost identical," Heather laughed, delighted that her daughter had found a friend right at the moment when her own patience was waning due to exhaustion. She placed a small plate with a tuna sandwich on it in front of Jessica while Jessie shook open a napkin and tucked it into the child's collar. Jessie moved Jessica's plate closer and suddenly let out a shocked breath. "Oh, my goodness! Are you eating tuna for lunch!?" Jessica grinned and nodded, thrilled by Jessie's attention and enthusiasm. "You'll never guess what I had for lunch! I had tuna, too! Isn't that amazing!? I think we really are twins!!" Jessie began helping the little girl with her sandwich while Grace said, "This is, obviously, Jessie. She's living at Marty's place, too. And, I guess, she's really good with kids." Jessie glanced at Heather, "Hi!" he grinned as he cut the sandwich into tiny pieces for the child. "Jess, this is Heather. Marty and I went to school with her older sister and Heather used to work at my salon. Now, she has her own place downtown." Heather smiled at the young lady who was being such a good care taker for her child. She sat and exhaled heavily. What a godsend to have somebody help her out! "How old are you, Jessica?" Jessie asked in a slightly sing-song voice. The child smiled and held up three fingers while stating, "Three," quite emphatically. "Wow! You're almost a grown up!" The child laughed and Jessie encouraged a bite of the sandwich. Their conversation continued in this vein for the duration of the time it took Jessica to finish her meal. Eventually, Jessica began to chatter away about everything and anything. Jessie loved it. When her sandwich was finished, Jessie offered to take her to the swings at the end of the patio area. Jessica loved the idea. "Ask your mommy, first," he told her. "Mommy, please, can I go to the swings with Jessie!?" "Well," Heather warned, "you can go if you promise to be a very good girl for Jessie." "I will, mommy! I promise! I'll be a very good girl for Jessie!" She beamed at him in excitement. "Of course you will," Jessie smiled gently at her, "I wouldn't expect anything else from a pretty girl like you." The beam grew brighter as Jessie and Jessica walked away, hand in hand, to the swings. "Do you know if she babysits?" Heather asked Grace. "I don't know, but she sure seems to like children, doesn't she?" Heather smiled and nodded in agreement as she watched her little girl being pushed by the beautiful girl in the flowered dress. "She's stunning. How do you know her?" "Like I said, she's staying at Marty's for the time being. I'm beginning to think that it may become permanent. But, then again, I was only staying a few days and God knows how long I've been there. You know Marty." Just then, the baby boy in the stroller began to stir and grumble. "Looks like someone's waking up," Heather sighed. Grace could see that she was tired. "Have you had any time to yourself since he was born?" Heather laughed. "Are you kidding!? I've been running the business from home while Dave works, then running to the salon when he gets home at night. Both the kids are really, really good, but they require a lot of attention. Nothing new, I know. I mean moms have had the same issues for a couple of millennium, but..." she sighed and started digging a bottle from the huge diaper bag she'd had on her shoulder, "... it ain't easy." "I'm sorry hon." Grace rubbed her friend's bicep, "but look at how wonderful Jessica is. She's happy and has a great personality. I'm sure that Josh will be the same. Soon enough, they'll be more independent." Heather laughed again, "Yep. Soon enough!" Joshua began a full out demand for lunch as Heather secured a nipple to the bottle of breast milk. Just then, Jessica appeared and grabbed her mother's arm. "Mommy, mommy! Come see the flowers that Jessie showed me!" "I'm sorry," Jessie shrugged. "She suddenly wanted mommy." Heather nodded, then looked at the little girl. "I'll come as soon as I can, honey, but your brother wants his lunch right now." "No, mommy, please, please. Come now, mommy, please." "Honey..." Heather shook her head in exhaustion and looked at Jessie, shaking her head. "I can feed him, if you want," Jessie smiled, sure that Heather would rather take a walk with Jessica than hold the warm baby on a warm day. "Really?" Heather was quite surprised. "You wouldn't mind!?" "Are you kidding? I love babies. I used to watch the neighbor's kids after school or when their mom had to run errands. I can handle him for you. I promise." Relieved, but unsure that Joshua would accept her, Heather stood and handed Jessie her son. He laid the child on his padded breast and shoulder and shh-ed his cries as he sat and maneuvered him into a feeding position. When offered a nipple, Joshua latched on and started to suckle on the bottle, contented that he was in loving hands. Heather smiled as Jessica pulled on her hand and demanded attention, eventually turning and hustling with her daughter to the swings to see the flowers that had so enchanted her. "Seriously? You're a babysitter, too? Next thing you'll be telling me is that you were a Girl Scout. Did your parents not know that you were a boy?" Jessie smiled as he watched the baby suckle. "Like I said, my dad always taught me to help if I could and my neighbors had a slew of kids, so... it just sort of happened that I learned how to be a babysitter. I do love kids, though." Grace could see that. Jessie was a born caretaker. "Do you ever want your own?" "I do, but what kind of a father would I make for a baby? Look at me. I look more like a mommy than a daddy." "Then be a mommy. The child wouldn't care as long as you loved him." His smile got sad. "Yeah, but... I can't be a mom and, like I said... I just don't see it in my future if I keep living this way." Grace watched him some more. "Have faith, little girl. Anything can happen. Have faith." Jessie shifted his attention back to the baby just as he finished the bottle. He lifted him gently and deftly to his shoulder where he'd laid a cloth and he gently bounced and tapped the baby until he brought up some gas and just a little bit of milk. As the baby relaxed, Jessie lowered him back to his lap as he cooed and encouraged him. "Oh, what a good boy you are. Yes, you are. Yes, you are. Did you like your lunch? Yes, you did, didn't you?" Grace watched in wonder as this pretty, little young man in the pretty little dress, ran his fingers along the edges of his pretty hair and tucked it behind his ears so that he could mother the child in his lap - child that was not his and, in fact, he had met him only a half-hour earlier. It was amazing. There weren't many women in the world who were this sweet and maternal. Suddenly, the child's fists clenched and he turned a dark shade of red. Jessie continued to coo and encourage, but Grace became concerned. "Jessie, is he ok!? He's turning red!" Jessie continued to speak in the same, motherly voice, "Oh, he's just fine, isn't he? He's just making a boom-boom. Sometimes, especially if mom is taking vitamins with iron, babies can get a little constipated. Can't they? Can't they?" Suddenly, the baby relaxed and smiled. "See, he's fine," Jessie smiled at the child, then at Grace. "You haven't been around babies much, I guess." "Never," Grace said. "I'm the youngest in my family, so babies and diapers... yuck. I'll go get Heather to change him." Jessie looked around. The lunch crowd had thinned considerably and there was no one sitting near them. "No. Let her enjoy some time with Jessica. I'll change him, right here." "Jessie! There's poop in those diapers!" Jessie laughed at Grace's repulsion, "He's a baby, Grace. Babies need to be changed." He turned back to Joshua, "Don't they? Yes, they do!" With barely a second thought, Jessie reached into the diaper bag and pulled out the items he'd need to change the child. He laid a towel across a vacant chair, undid the crotch of Joshua's onesie, pulled out the tabs on the disposable diaper, used it to wipe his rump mostly clean, wiped him down with a baby wipe, powdered him, re-diapered him, reattached his onesie and carried the child and the dirtied diaper across the patio to dispose of the soiled item, bouncing slightly all the way to the joy of the ecstatic child. As Jessie and Joshua arrived back at the table, so too did Heather and Jessica. "I'm sorry we were gone so long. I hope he wasn't a bother!" Heather said sincerely. "Whew! You certainly got my little girl excited about those flowers," she laughed. "No problem at all," Jessie said. "Their both absolute angels. He drank up everything for me." The entire time that Jessie stood and held the child, he bounced just the slightest bit to keep Joshua happy. "He drank everything and he even made a little present in his diaper," Grace tossed in as she stood as well. "Oh?" Heather reached for her son. "Does he need to be changed?" "He's all set." Jessie smiled broadly as he kissed the child's forehead and handed him to his mother. "Oh, my God, babies smell so good!" Heather took her son and saw how happy he was. Then she considered how Jessie had made Jessica so happy. "Jessie... you are just a wonder with kids. Both of mine are always so shy and standoffish, but... I don't know... they just seem drawn to you." He smiled and blushed just a little. "Maybe that's because I'm drawn to them, too. I just adore kids." "Jessie seems to adore everyone," Grace contributed. "I doubt that Jessie has ever met a person that she didn't like." Jessie shrugged as he picked up the remains of everyone's lunches and piled them all on one tray, placing that tray on the others so he could carry them all to the trash receptacle. "Like my parents always told me, 'Life's too short to not find the good in everything.' Besides, Heather, you have a bright-eyed, gorgeous son and." He bent to be eye to eye with Jessica and tapped her nose with his right index finger as he said the last part, "such a beautiful and smart little girl." Jessica giggled and hugged herself. "How could I not be drawn to them?" The wheels were turning in Heather's head, now. "Listen, Jessie. I want to ask you a favor and I want you to know that 'no' is a perfectly acceptable answer." Jessie looked from Heather to Grace and back again. "Sure, Heather. Whatever I can do to help." Martha opened the door to her front hall and she could smell another meal cooking - ahh, how wonderful to come home to a home cooked meal - and she could hear a lovely waltz being played on the Steinway in the great room - again, how wonderful. She picked up her mail and was looking through it when the waltz ended and it was followed by someone applauding and saying, "That was wonderful! You're such a good dancer! Now, come back to me and show me how you play that song, again." That was odd. It sounded like Jessie, but who was he speaking to? Martha put her briefcase down and tore the junk mail in half, dropping it into a waste basket that Jessie had placed near the front door so that Martha didn't leave unwanted mail all over the house. Her attention was grabbed again when she heard the sound of "Mary Had A Little Lamb" being played slowly and laboriously while Jessie sang along, "Three, two, one, two, three, three, three... two, two, two... three, five, five..." 'What the heck...?' She wondered as she wandered down the hallway and turned into the great room just as the song ended and she was shocked to see Jessie sitting on the piano bench with a child, a little girl, on his lap. Both were applauding and cheering the little girl's work as a pianist. It took a moment, but Martha recognized the child as Heather's daughter, Jessica. The child was ecstatic as she received praise from Jessie. "Oh, look who's here!" Jessie said with a great deal of enthusiasm as Martha entered. "It's Marty! Can you say 'hi' to Marty?" "Hi, Marty!" Jessica was filled with delight as Jessie bounced her on his knees. "Hi," said Martha, still confused, but suddenly more interested in Jessie's appearance than the child. He was wearing more makeup than usual, not in any way overdone, but definitely more noticeable. A little more color on his face, some eyeliner, and, although he was still seated, she was sure he was wearing a dress. "You know Jessica, right?" "Of course I do," Martha said, hurrying to the child to kiss and squeeze her cheeks. "I'm just surprised to see her here. Is your mommy here, honey?" "Nope. Jessie has me today." Jessie laughed, "I met Jessica and Heather and her little brother, Joshua, earlier and we hit it off. I'm just watching her for a few hours while her mom takes Josh to the doctor's for a checkup. Tell Marty what we did this afternoon." "We made cupcakes for you and we made chicks and Gordon's blue for you." Jessie laughed and clarified, "That's right, chicken cordon bleu and cupcakes for dessert. Jessica helped me do everything and guess what! She can play 'Mary had a Little Lamb' all by herself, can't you sweetheart?" The child nodded and immediately started playing the tune while singing the lyrics along to keep her place. When she was done, both Martha and Jessie applauded enthusiastically. "Ok," Jessie said with just the right tone of maternal guidance, "why don't we go get Marty's dinner on the table, ok? She's had a long hard day, so let's get her some food." Jessie lowered the child to the floor and stood. That's when Martha got a good look at the dress he was wearing. It was subtle and delicate and feminine and just plain gorgeous on him. It took her breath away for a moment. He looked like the perfect, young mother with the perfect little girl at his side. Martha wanted to grab him and take him to bed right then and there, but... Jessie saw the look on Martha's face and doubt crept into his thoughts. "What? You don't like it, do you? It's too much, right?" "Too, much!? Are you kidding? It's perfect. You look absolutely beautiful. I love it!" "You look beautiful," Jessica tossed in as well as she pulled Jessie towards the kitchen. He smiled and followed dutifully. "Heather is on her way back I hope you don't mind, I invited her to stay for dinner. I think Grace will be joining us, too, but she wasn't sure how long her 4:00 appointment would take." Martha watched as the skirt swayed playfully around Jessie's knees. He looked so comfortable and natural dressed this way. How could he not be a girl? While Jessie sent Jessica to the table with napkins, Martha sneaked up behind him and her hand moved to his rear end. His breath hesitated as Martha ran her hand up and around the soft roundness of his butt. She could feel the soft material of the dress, the silkiness of the dress's lining and the his panties. It was all so erotic and girly. For Jessie, he felt soft and feminine, too, and a little vulnerable - in a good way. Martha's large hand and firm grip made it clear to him that she was more powerful and in control. He felt submissive and appreciated. "Not now, silly," he whispered in a giggle. "We have a guest. Go get changed and, after dinner we'll have time for this." Martha leaned in close, "I love you." "I love you, too." He shivered as her hand gave one last squeeze. "I want you." She bit his ear before moving away. "I want you, too," he whispered, breathlessly, as Martha headed to the bedroom. "Did I do it good?" the child called from the table where the napkins were placed as neatly as a three-year-old could place a napkin next to the plates. Jessie grabbed a handful of silverware and headed to the table, "You did great, Jess! Look how nice everything looks!" Jessie placed the silverware in the appropriate spots, then picked up the little girl, held her against his torso with his arm supporting her bottom and spun in a circle. "You are such a big help! Thank you, thank you!" As her shrieks of joy were resounding, Heather's voice came from the front door, "Hi! I'm here!" "Mommy!" Jessica shouted as she was lowered to the floor and ran to greet her mother. By the time Heather was in the kitchen, Jessica was already in her arms, telling her mother all about the things she had done that day. "Aww," Jessie moaned, mellow dramatically. "No Joshua?" "Nope," Heather giggled. "He and his daddy are spending a little father- son-bonding-time together this evening. Besides, he was out like a light after his doctor's appointment." Jessica played 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' for her mom, a little less steadily without Jessie's help, while Jessie plated the food in the kitchen. By the time Martha returned to the kitchen and the food was on the table, Grace showed up and they all sat down to a great meal and conversation. Jessica sat next to Jessie, who cut up her food and chatted with both her and the women throughout the meal, making sure that the child was included in everything. By the time dinner was done at 6:45, Jessica was exhausted and clingy, which didn't bother Jessie in the least. He carried her to the countertop, where he placed her so that they could continue their chat while he loaded the dishwasher and hand-washed a few items. As, Heather pulled her pocketbook up onto her shoulder and prepared to leave, she said, "Jessie, thank you for a lovely dinner and for helping me out so much today. I really needed a break and Jessica can be so fussy with strangers, but she sure loves you!" Jessie, who was still holding the child, kissed her head and handed her to her mother saying, "Oh, thanks, but she is such an angel. How could I not love her, too. Bye, honey. I'll see you soon and I'll teach you another song on the piano." Jessica smiled and waved, then hugged her mother and laid her tired head on her shoulder. "Ugg." Heather gave an exaggerated groan at the child's weight. "She's getting so big! Well, thanks again, and you are going to make a great mom when you find the right guy, Jessie." She kissed his cheek. "I'll call you. Bye, bye." And out the door they went. "Well," Grace said, "I should go, too. Good night, Marty. Thanks for everything." She kissed Martha on the cheek, then turned to look at Jessie. "Doesn't he just look beautiful?" Martha smiled. She looked at her pretty, little boyfriend in his flawless makeup and flirty little dress. Then she thought about the way he had mothered Jessica while he took care of dinner and cleaning up. How soft his mannerisms were. How feminine he was. Then she thought of the cute little - well, not that little - penis tucked into the silky panties that were beneath the silky lining of that flowered dress and she wanted him more than she could express. "He's a goddess." Grace laughed and kissed Jessie's cheek. "He is, isn't he? Love you, both." As Grace left, Martha embraced the small, pretty man and ran her hands down his back to his plump, little rump and pulled him close, caressing all the silky, soft material between her hands and his body. "You really are my little goddess, Jess. The more I'm with you, the more I think of you as a woman and the more I want you." She pulled him closer, kissed him and drove her tongue deep into his throat. He accepted it willingly and leaned his head back to allow her as much access as possible. When the kiss broke, he smiled up at the powerful woman holding him, exciting him and caressing him through three layers of thin, soft, silky material. "The more I'm with you, the more I feel like myself and, it looks like, I am becoming more of a woman everyday. I don't know why, but it feels right for me to be this way when I'm with you." They kissed again and, again, he accepted her tongue as deeply as possible. This time, when the kiss broke, he slide down to kneel in front of her, nibbling one of her nipples through her blouse and bra and he passed it. She shuddered as he continued to his knees. The skirt of the dress spread around his knees. That combined with the styled hair, makeup, painted nails and the smell of a subtle perfume made for a very feminine presence kneeling before her. Again, she felt like a penis would be a great thing to have right now. Not that she didn't love being a woman, but it would be nice, nonetheless. As Jessie nibbled the zipper of her slacks and unfastened the button on her waist-band, Martha said, "You looked like quite the pretty mommy with Jessica, this evening." Jessie continued to unbutton and unzip as he smiled up at Martha. God, that smile! He was just adorable. "Just a babysitter. I was just helping out while Heather took the baby to the doctor. She is a beautiful girl, though, isn't she?" He lowered the slacks to the floor and pulled them past Martha's feet. "You're both beautiful girls, Jessie." Martha shivered as Jessie nibbled at the front panel of the skimpy thong that she was wearing. His tongue slipped into the panty and passed across her vaginal lips causing Martha to breathe in an excited breath. Jessie smiled at the reaction and looked at his lover's strong, beautiful body with desire and envy. "Do you like me looking like a girl? If it's too much, I can go back to my boy clothes." He licked her again. Martha made a joyous, guttural noise. "If you grow breasts and a vagina and I'd still love you, Jessie. I've never known a boy or a man or a woman or a girl like you before. You are everything I need and everything I want." Jessie smiled, again, then pulled the little, silk panel to the side and went to work on Martha in earnest. After her second orgasm, with her knees weak and her body growing sweaty, she lifted him from the floor and kissed her own juices from his face as she pulled up the soft material of his dress' skirt, reached into his silk panties to pull his penis from its tucked position and used it as a handle to pull him, quickly, to the bedroom, where she dropped him on the bed, pulled off the panties, raised his skirts onto his chest, threw his legs onto her shoulders and, as she still stood, thrust his erect member deeply into herself. She felt strong. Masculine and feminine at the same time. Enraptured, satisfied and, more than anything, loved, as she took everything she could from Jessie. And he felt the same. It had been six months since that fateful day at the bank. It had been three months since Jessie had gotten his luscious, B-cup implants and they were looking more natural everyday. It was Christmas Eve and that meant that it was fifty-two days till their wedding day on February 14, Valentines Day. Martha was a least forty-five minutes for the festivities, but the work Christmas Party had run a bit late. It didn't matter, Jessie understood and everyone would have a drink in one hand and a plate of food in the other when she joined them. Jessie was a consummate hostess. No one would notice that she wasn't even there till she arrived. All the cars in the driveway indicated that the party was in full swing. That made Martha smile. When she got out of the car, she could hear laughter and music. Someone was playing the piano. Whoever it was, it certainly wasn't Jessie. He - she should stop thinking like that. Jessie was keeping his male equipment, but there was no question that he was now and forever a she - regardless - Jessie played much more beautifully than whoever was beating a tune out of the instrument, now. It didn't matter. Everyone was singing along, "Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say..." When she opened the door the sound of chatter, music and sheer joy was overwhelming. Jessie had brought all of this into her home. His need for family and friends - well, family, really. Everyone with whom Jessie became friends also became a part of his family. She'd never met anyone like him. He loved everyone and everyone loved him, but no one loved him the way that she did, she adored him and he adored her. She'd never believed in miracles before, but then she met Jessie. Now, she saw miracles every day and every where. Here was evidence of that right in front of her. All of this joy, friendship and love right here in the house that had once been a place of sadness and loneliness. It was a true miracle. The hugs and kisses that greeted Martha as she entered the great room were too numerous to mention. There were new friends and old friends and relatives that she had hardly seen from year to year before, but, now, Jessie made sure that everyone got a phone call or an email every few days. He was amazing and he made her life so much better. Eventually, Martha made her way to the kitchen where Jessie and some of the younger women were carrying beautifully plated food into the dinning room. He was gorgeous. His simple white blouse over a shiny, Christmas- red, wide, high-waisted, pleated skirt that reached to just below his knees. His lips matched the skirt perfectly, as did the chunky jewelry around his neck and wrist, as well as his fingernails and his toenails, which peeked out of matching, red, open toed heels. The perfect wife for a hard working woman. In his right hand, he carried, waitress-style, a platter with a sliced pork roast surrounded by braised root vegetables. On his left hip was beautiful, little Joshua who had grown to adore Jessie as much as his sister, Jessica, did. Jessica was smiling broadly as she carried a bowl of mashed potatoes. Jessica had become quite the little pianist herself, receiving several one-on-one tutoring sessions every week while her mom dealt with business or bringing Joshua to doctor's appointments. If you saw them together, you'd swear that Jessica and Jessie blood relatives. He was a perfect caretaker for the child. He'd be a perfect caretaker for any child and, after the wedding, that was something that Martha and Jessie were going to have to look into. She'd already gotten lots of information from adoption agencies. It would take a little while, but they'd have a little one of their own pretty soon. "Marty!" Grace called from the counter. Martha kissed her friend's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Grace." "Merry Christmas, honey. This is a great way to spend Christmas Eve. Your little guy is quite the hostess, isn't he?" Martha laughed, "He is, isn't he. Look at him. Pretty as a picture and he has everything under control. Unbelievable." Grace smiled at her friend as Martha continued to watch Jessie. "You guys really are a perfect couple, you know. He needed a family and you needed..." "A wife," Martha said. "I needed a wife and now I have the perfect, beautiful little homemaker. He is the best Christmas present I could have ever asked for, Grace. I am a very lucky woman." Grace smiled, "And so is he, babe. He is one, very lucky, woman."