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A Change of Lifestyle Part 8 By Sandy Paris I would like to thank all of those who have read this story so far and I am pleased that many of you appear to have enjoyed it. Many thanks to those who have submitted reviews, most are complimentary, some are suggesting that the story head in a particular direction, others have criticisms' but they are constructive and so will be useful for me in the future. I have read many, many stories on fictionmania (and other sites) and enjoyed them. It moved me to write something and make a contribution. There are many parts to come, which are already written, and I hope will keep you entertained but I remind you, I wrote this for myself and if you also enjoy it - great! Thanks to krystalsbaby for their review and by coincidence you will get your wish. Continuing story about the changes in lifestyle that Chris was experimenting with, helped and encouraged by his wife and their friend Jess. Chapter 26 - Dressing week The following morning Victoria was up before me and had already almost finished dressing by the time I came out of the shower wearing my dressing gown. She took one look, showed disapproval and said: "That is not a feminine item". I realised what I had done so went and slipped on the pair of pink ruffled sissy pants and pulled a negligee over the top. I wandered into the kitchen and twirled to display my clothing "Does madam approve?" "Madam?" "It was a joke but you have been leading this game." "I am a not a madam, we are equal. As for 'game'... I think is a part of our lives, it is fun but it is also getting serious." "Serious? I'm having fun and okay to continue....." she cut me off. "Oh it is serious and I have been leading for the most part but you are instigating things more and more. Just consider, the piercings they were your idea. The thing is anything else is going to be permanent and only you can decide on what to do although I would like you to discuss things." That gave me a lot to think about after she left for work. I had a coffee and breakfast before going to get dressed. By the time I got to the bedroom I had made a decision. I pulled on a pair of black knickers and black tights, sheer not the usual opaques I normally wore during the day. I put on the ankle boots that I had worn over the weekend. Then I donned the corset and did my best to tighten it as much as I could. It was tight, perhaps not as effective as Victoria had managed but tight nonetheless. I did my make-up, fairly light. My nails were okay so I left them. Then I went to Victoria's wardrobe where she had a knitted black dress that she did not wear any longer and it fitted nicely, had a scoop neck, long sleeves, elasticised waist and came to just above the knee. I pulled on the black wig we had used and I admired myself. One more thing. I managed to get the small ring back through the hole in the septum and I added the chain and attached that to my right earring. Pretty dramatic, not very masculine but I liked the fact that I could feel it on my cheek and also it touched against the cup when I was drinking. I settled down to work and accomplished a lot. After a short time I was coping with the longer nails. At lunch time I made a sandwich and sat back down at the laptop. I got distracted from work looking a butterfly tattoo designs. What had happened since we started this dressing was exciting, sexually as well as generally. I enjoyed the underwear, heels, skirts and makeup. Being hair free was liberating and clearly as it was not going to grow back, a sign of what I had done. I had been feminising myself. Most of it I could hide but a tattoo was a permanent sign, a reminder, something sexy and forbidden. I decided on a small butterfly design to go where my pubic hair had been removed to the left of my penis. Dinner was almost ready when Victoria arrived home. She carried several bags as she came into the kitchen. She stopped and eyed me over. "I see that you are dressed." She made no more comment and left. She returned ten minutes later having discarded her suit jacket and wearing just her skirt, blouse and heels. She had freshened her make- up. I said nothing as I placed our plates and wine on the table. Then I removed the apron that I had donned to protect the dress whilst cooking. "A twirl please so I can check out the clothes." She said. "So you raided my wardrobe." "You never wear this anymore and spoke about putting it into a charity shop so I did not think that you would mind." "Well I think that when it is washed it should be hung in your side of the wardrobe. I am puzzled though as you have a waist." "Ah yes that is because I have been wearing the corset all day, although I could not get it as tight as you did." "Well done darling. I'll show a trick to getting it tighter yourself. I never thought to show you how as I did not think you would need to know. Now I see that I was wrong. You look lovely. Thank you for dinner it is great." We chatted as we ate but she did not mention the nose ring and chain. After clearing the table we went to the lounge and shared stories about work. I could not stand it any longer. "You have not mentioned the chain." "No I didn't. I don't know what to say." "I thought that you liked it. I thought that it looked good. The hole is not likely to ever be visible unless you get up my nose so I thought no harm done. I'll take it out in a few days and it should heal okay." Victoria looked very serious "I do like it and you will wear the ring all of this week. It should have healed up by then and you can remove the ring for 'normal' but as long as you wear it occasionally for a while it should be permanent and you are correct no one will notice." "All week?" "Yes, all week it is so damn sexy I love it. What's more I am going to find an alternative chain." "But it is for fun but not that feminine is it." "Correction, it is not girly or that elegant but it is damn sexy and your new one is going to be more dramatic." "Okay. I was looking at ideas for a tattoo. I was thinking of a butterfly design in my pubic area. It is a reflection that I am a sissy that I will never be able to deny but no one will see it unless they see me naked." "You are not a sissy. I'm not sure what you are, tranny, cross-dresser all of those fit a little but I have no idea what you would call your situation." "A tgirl?" I queried. "No, I don't think so. A Tgirl is someone who has all of the female attributes and lives as a woman but still has a penis." "Of course." We sat for a while not speaking but both of us were thinking. "Would you like to be a Tgirl?" I was shocked and speechless for a few moments. "No, no of course not." "Okay I was just checking. But I don't think I would mind." Neither of us spoke about it again before going to bed but clearly it had been said. Sex was phenomenal that night and as I rolled over Victoria said softly "Good night my darling. As long as you can always do that to me nothing else matters. The next morning we were both up and as I got out of the shower Victoria said "I got you some new stuff yesterday. It's in the bags beside the bed. I need to rush. See you later." I rushed to check the bags. Two blouses, one plain, one with lots of frills, a sweater. Two skirts, one a short kilt style, the other longer, past the knee and tighter. Several items of underwear. A pair of black patent flats and a pair of black T strap pumps with a 3" heel. I pulled on the corset again and looked up how to get it tighter on 'Google'. It was tight by the time I had finished. I wore the plain blouse and the tight skirt with the T strap pumps. I looked good by the time I had the wig on and make-up done. The word Tgirl popped into my head. Could I live as a woman? How would people treat me? Would I like tits? I had no answers. Later in the day that thought popped up again. Breasts of my own might be good but they could not be hidden. Fun idea though. I worked hard all day, got a lot done and did some reading about cross- dressing and transgenderism. When Victoria arrived home she only had one new bag, that I could see. "I like that outfit" she said. "No armfuls of shopping today I see." "Wait till later." After dinner was cleared away we went to the bedroom and Victoria told me sit at the vanity unit. "I was thinking on the way to work today about your dressing this week. I liked the corset, it was great for your figure so I bought another one. Clearly you are wearing it today and it looks tighter. You obviously like it so I got you another one." She pulled a navy blue corset from the bag. It was beautiful. "This is very good quality. It is a longer length and will help your figure and might be a bit more comfortable. It has straps and suspenders both of which can be removed. It also has some boning and will take a bit of getting used to." I was speechless. "As you are going to be dressed and at home all week I thought that we could try some longer nails." She put a package on the end of the bed. "and I bought a new chain." She came over and detached the one that I was wearing. The new one was hard to see until it was in place. I checked the mirror. It consisted of a silver shapes spaced out along its length. It was heavier and attached directly to the ear lobe. The other end had a thicker, ring for the septum. Getting it though the existing hole had been a challenge and it was sore. The ring was close to the top lip. That was going to be awkward. I said so. "Chris (she used my male name) this is one of those things that turns me on. It is something that I am going to push and that you have to do. Do I make myself clear?" "I know I like you pushing but this will get in the way," I whined. "Look trust me on this. You are going to wear it no arguments and I know how to fix that." She produced a small pair of pliers threatened to close the ring at the septum. "I want this and so do you. If I do it you could get it off but it will be difficult. Remember the ribbons on the shoes." I was beaten and knew it. I was not against the idea but it would be awkward and I was going to have to put up with it. Next she cleaned my nails and attached some fancy new ones. They were long, at least ?" beyond my own and fastened in place with an adhesive that was obviously not going to come off in a hurry. Then two coats of lacquer, bright red, and a top coat. "I wish that you could have your own nails, but these will have to do. They will have to be trimmed back next week as they will not come off easily. You will get used to them, you have no choice." "Even your nails are not that long," I whined. "When you have yours that long permanently, so will I. Now show me this idea for the tattoo." I showed her. "I like it. I will come with you when you get it done. What about next weekend?" "But I'm dressing all this week." "So go dressed whoever does that is going to know what you are like. If you go the following week it will be no less humiliating." "Leave it till I'm not fully dressed then but you are right it will be humiliating. Maybe it's not such a good idea." "It is a good idea and it is going to be done and I will be there!" Chapter 27 - Wednesday I was up early and dressed in the new corset which did wonders for my figure and pushed up the breasts. I was getting used to its constriction. I put on the new blouse with frills and the skater skirt as well as the T strap shoes. Make-up completed and the new long black wig on I looked good. I really liked this length of hair, my own was getting longer but was an awful colour, perhaps I should have mine this colour or maybe red. What was I thinking? Victoria was impressed when she found me in the kitchen. "That is a good look it suits you. You are getting good at make-up too." I worked hard all morning, only stopping for a cup of coffee at lunch- time, I accomplished a lot of work and was ahead of my task list. I set about the adjustments for the gaming software and sent them away. That should help with income. Then the door bell rang. I initially gave it no thought and got up to head in that direction when of course I realised how I was dressed. I stopped in the hall and looked at myself in the mirror. Could it be a delivery and could I get away with how I was dressed? I chanced to open the door just enough to peer round it and see that it was a parcel for Victoria. The delivery man never gave me a second look. I signed and took the parcel in. I went to the kitchen and was making a mug of tea when the door bell went again. This time I went straight to the door assuming that it was the delivery man. I pulled the door part open and there was Jess partly turned away from the door. As Jess heard it open she turned back and saw me, well the minimal amount that you could see with the door only half open. She started to speak "Hi Chris..... " and came to a halt. Her eyes went large and her mouth opened but nothing more came out. I don't know what I was thinking but tried to shut the door at which Jess said: "It's too late now, I've seen you so you may as well open the door and let me in." I opened the door with my eyes down and humiliation mounting rapidly. I turned and walked into the kitchen and Jess followed. "I see that you are making tea, I take mine with a little milk as you know." And she sat on one of the kitchen stools. "What are you doing here?" I asked still not able to look at her. I made the tea and also sat down. "I was heading to a shop nearby and Julie asked to bring you some paperwork and ask you for a copy of a document she needs that you have. So here I am, and here are the papers. Now what is happening with you?" "I am so embarrassed and humiliated. I never wanted anyone to see me like this." "What nonsense. You and Victoria clearly like to play and I suspect she encourages you, although I'm not sure how much actual encouragement you need. You look great by the way. Stylish and very feminine. Actually your mannerisms, the way you walk, sit, straighten your skirt and very feminine and are actually really quite attractive." "Thank you. Yes, we both like to play and this was meant to be private." "Victoria made you show me the pictures and even you have told me some of it. Clearly it has gone much further. You are wearing a corset, have long nails, some everyday clothes, great makeup and the nose chain is something else. I love the look. You dress like this because you like it. At some point you are going to have to go out dressed or someone is going to find out. Just like this. I'm glad it's me. I like you and Victoria, you have been very kind and supportive to me. I would never tell anyone about this. I promised you that when you showed me those pictures and I will keep that promise, but at some point I won't have to because you will have to." "Thank you for that. I trust you and really like you." "Okay, now I need to see what is in your wardrobe." As humiliating as it was I enjoyed the half hour that Jess and I talked about clothes and makeup. As she was about to leave she said: "I have just one question? Are those real?" and pointed to my breasts. I went red. "No they are breast forms and they are glued on." "They suit you. Maybe you should get your own pair." I was stunned. "But how would I manage with them?" "Women all have them and the way you are dressed, you look like one. I have to get back now. See you on Monday." I had pizzas ready to go in the oven and a bottle of wine open when Victoria came in. I was sitting on the kitchen stool where I had been almost continuously since Jess had left. It was clear that the wine in front of me was not my first glass. Victoria took one look at me and realised that I was upset. "Come on pour me a glass and bring them both through to the lounge." She dropped her bags in hall, stepped out of her heels and sat on the couch tucking her legs beneath her. "So what happened?" I explained everything and she burst out laughing. "Oh my darling you must have been so embarrassed" "I was but Jess was great about it." "Of course she was she likes you and it isn't as if she had no idea about your dressing. See it has happened and the world is still turning. Put pizzas in the oven whilst I change." We spoke about it the whole evening. Victoria made it clear that sooner or later we were going out with me dressed and that it would be okay. She had brought me a new present - a beautiful new corset in beige. "Actually it is called 'nude' and it is more practical than either black or white because you can wear it with anything. The black would show through a light coloured blouse and you can't wear the same one every day." I protested "But it's just for this week not everyday although it does mean that I can alternate them." "Of course it's just for this week and whenever we play. I would not expect you to wear it every day." "I won't be wearing it with my guy clothes." "Oh we will see. Tomorrow I would like you to be dressed in something very feminine, girly, whatever you like just go to town and we will have an evening devoted to each other." Chapter 28 - Thursday & Friday When I got up the next day I dressed fairly casually so that I could get on with my work that had been interrupted the day before. I got lots done and by about 2.30pm knew that I had only about 2 to 3 hours of work left for the week. I decided to leave that for the following day and went to change. I stripped, cleaned off the nail polish and had a soak in a bubble bath. I spent a while thinking about my lifestyle. I liked the clothes, the sex, the sharing with Victoria the not knowing what was around the corner. I also thought about the drawbacks. Being found out would be humiliating and going out would increase that risk. I realised that Jess now knew and somehow that did not seem to be so bad on reflection. Victoria had threatened to take me out dressed but I dreaded it although I knew that it was coming sooner or later. I had decided on the purple and white dress with the petticoats. It was very feminine perhaps a bit sissy but I wanted to impress Victoria. I painted my finger and toe nails in a purple that matched the appliqu? of the dress. When that was dry I started on my make-up. It was in light shades but colourful, with purple eye shadow and frosted pink lips. I found a pair of longish earrings with a purple stone. I added one to me left ear lobe and managed to add the other into the same hole as the nose chain. I added a neck chain and a couple of bracelets. I used the blond wig, the first one that we had acquired for the pink 'sissy' outfit. It looked okay, went with the outfit but it was cheaper and nowhere near as good as the new black one. Next I put on the new corset. It was also boned and I managed to get it fairly tight before I went to make a cup of tea and put wine in the fridge to chill for later. I went back to the bedroom and managed to tighten the corset by about another inch. Breathing was in shallow breaths. Somehow I managed to put on a pair of sheer, very glossy stockings which I attached to the suspenders of the corset. I slipped into the nude heels that matched the stockings. I could not help but admire my appearance in the long mirror. I did have great legs and the corset helped the figure as did the breast forms of course. The outfit was lovely and very feminine but not something a normal woman would go out in unless it was something very special. It was not something a guy could go out in without it attracting huge attention and untold humiliation. It got me to thinking again - what if I did go out like that and people realised that I was a 'sissy' (I still had that thought in my mind) what would the consequences be afterwards, assuming of course that I had not died of shame and humiliation? Perhaps better not to think about it. Victoria was pleased and proud when she got home. We enjoyed a light supper and some wine and then sat chatting. "I have loved coming home to you dressed this week. I had wondered what it would be like and how I would feel about it. Now I know and I like it. I think that you like it too." "Yes I do," I replied. "I had been thinking about it whilst getting ready. But you know that I cannot go to work dressed. No one would want to work with me, I would be humiliated and what would your friends and work colleagues think?" "I suspect that people would be more accepting that you give them credit for. As for my friends, well they accept or not, that is their choice as it would be ours. My work might be a little trickier to deal with but I'll worry about that if it ever happens." We sat in silence for about ten minutes. Then Victoria said, "There is a club for cross-dressers that meets once a month at a private room over a pub about twenty minutes away over in Skelfield." I went pale and started to panic. "No Victoria please no I can't go out dressed, please" "Yes you can. This would be a club for men who also dress and for their partners. They sometimes have talks or just social evenings where the members offer each other support. Occasionally they have a party evening, Christmas and Halloween. It would get us out and I'm sure that you would come to understand that you are not the only one, that the world would not end and that you make a very feminine person. I don't think you have any idea who convincing you look. Please say that we can go on Tuesday. Please." Those pleading eyes, I could not agree right there and then but said that I would think about it over the weekend. We went to bed soon after that. I put on night clothes but left the corset, stockings, breasts forms (as they were attached anyway) make-up and wig. Victoria was clearly feeling assertive and pushed me back on the bed. We kissed hard and she stroked me getting me worked up. Then she sat up, sat astride me and lowered me bare pussy onto my lips. For a moment I thought that she has not dried herself until I realised that she was so turned on that she was soaking wet. She made me eat her whilst still stroking me and talking dirty. She was also telling me how beautiful and how sexy I was and how much she loved me. She went through how she loved my make-up, underwear, earrings and everything else and then she stroked my chest, well the breast forms. Of course I could not feel any sensation from that. She kept going and murmured "image how real ones would feel to us both, I could suck them." She was clearly very turned on and had a very powerful orgasm. She slid down the bed moved my panties aside from my erection and licked. In between strokes she muttered "if you had real tits I bet I could get you to come without touching this." And of course I came, a lot. I dreamt about my tits that night. The next morning we did not mention the events of the previous night. As she was leaving Victoria said "Get dressed up nice for me again this evening. I enjoyed last night. Thank you and I love you very much." I sipped my coffee deep in thought. Could I get my own breasts, how would that work, how could I function as a guy on a daily basis? Unless of course they were small ones. I dressed casually again and set to work. I got a lot done. All of my work that paid my wages was completed. I spent some time on my investments and they were going very well. I also checked out a number of blogs about feminisation, sissy's, cross dressing and even Tgirls. The Tgirls websites seemed to be mainly about pornography and that was not something that interested me but looking at some of them was astonishing. They were beautiful. Of course there were plenty where it was obvious that they were guys but many of them would pass anywhere until they removed their panties. Many had breasts, some from hormones, which made me shudder, and some from implants. Some of the implants did not look real but others really did. And they were all sizes up to and including ridiculous. Why was I looking at and even thinking about this? I knew why, soon I was going to want them and I was certain that Victoria felt the same way. I shuddered and turned off my computer. I took my time dressing again and this time put on the 1950's style black and white dress with the black corset, stockings, the newest black wig and the black patent heels. I felt great. Victoria had sent a text to say that she was ordering Chinese takeaway for delivery at 7pm so no need to prepare anything. I opened a bottle of white wine and sat reading. Victoria arrived home about 5.30pm and checked my outfit. She approved and went to change. She reappeared in a flared black skirt, soft white sweater but also had on hosiery and a pair of low black heels. "I thought that I needed to stay smart given your outfit. That look suits you, even with the nose chain. Perhaps we need to check out similar outfits." We chatted about the day and what we might do over the weekend. Then the door bell rang. I checked my watch it was only 6.25pm. "A bit early, I thought that you said 7" "I did say 7pm but I told our guest 6.30pm. Right on time." "Guest?" I stuttered. "What guest?" In a very forceful tone Victoria said "Go and answer the door. I promised that I was going to push and this is a part of it. It will be okay, I will not expose you. Just go. Now." With that, trembling, I headed to the door dreading what I might find. I thought about running and refusing Victoria but realised that she probably knew what's for the best even if I was terrified. I pulled open the door just a few inches and saw Jess standing there with a bottle of wine and a big smile. "We meet again Melissa. Are you going to let me in again?" I pulled open the door and she walked right in, up to Victoria and handed her the wine. "Thank you for inviting me. I feel very honoured and I must say that 'she' looks beautiful, although I need to have a more detailed look of course. I hope that the wine is okay." I stood open mouthed at what had happened and then took in Jess. Gone was the apprentice hairdresser and here was a stunning young woman, with a close fitting blouse that showed off a nice, tasteful, cleavage, a short skirt, very short and high heels, very high heels and endless legs. Her hair was no longer the brown with highlights that she had over the last few weeks. Tonight it was red, very red, not natural, just red! I was stunned. I thought that I l knew her well but I had no idea that she looked like this when done up. At work she was very plain, clearly not the case this evening. "Perfect timing, lovely wine although you didn't have to. May I say that you look gorgeous, a bit of a change from the salon." "Well after meeting Melissa the other day I felt that I had to up my game. I rarely get dressed up. My father disapproves of me looking glamorous, of fancy clothes or even me going out in the evenings. I decided to change and get ready at the salon and come here direct. I got one of the girls to do my hair colour at lunchtime." "You look stunning and the hair is certainly dramatic and going to get you attention. But come and sit down." Said Victoria. We moved into the lounge and I sat at one end of the couch with Jess at the opposite end and Victoria on a single seat. I was speechless, about Victoria inviting Jess and how Jess looked. "My Dad is going to go crazy. I am out and he does not know where and he will not approve of the clothes or the hair. He is a bit controlling." Victoria said, "I seem to recall that when you had been talking to Chris, I mean Missy, gets confusing sometimes, that you had mentioned that your Dad was quite strict with you." "Yes. Since my Mum died eight years ago he has been lost, afraid for me, not really wanting me to grow up. He did not want me to go to college or become a hairdresser. It took me all of my time to persuade him otherwise." "But why?" "He wanted me to stay home and run after him. Sooner or later he is going to get fired because he is often late for work, takes sick days and frankly drinks far too much. We don't really get along and I try to avoid him whenever I can. The only male that I know and who treats me like a proper grown up is Chris." For the first time since Jess arrived I spluttered, "Male." Both of them turned and looked at me and Jess said: "Oh I'm sorry but you know what I mean. You have been so nice to me since we first met and I value our conversations. I wish that you were my brother." Victoria also laughed "So you don't have a crush on him? I know from Julie that you have a crush on someone." Jess blushed from head to toe and hung her head almost in tears. Victoria realised that she had said something to upset Jess and went to sit beside her. She placed her hand under Jess's chin and said, "I'm so sorry Jess I did not mean to pry or to upset you. What is wrong? You are with friends. Please tell us?" You could see her summoning up courage to speak. She took a deep breath "Please promise me that you will not share anything that I tell you with anyone else and that you will not be angry with me." "Why would we be angry? Of course whatever you choose to tell us will remain between us. After all we have a few things that we would not like to be known about don't we?" "Okay. I have been out with a few boys, mainly behind my dad's back, but somehow it does not seem right. I also seem to be more attracted to girls and one night I snogged a girl and it was great but I realised that for her it was just too much drink and a bit of a lark. I think I may be gay and of course that would not go down well with Dad. He hates anything vaguely gay or as he puts it 'poofters'. Actually he has a few other names as well." "Wow. That took some guts to share that with us and I promise that we will keep your secret and if there is some way that we came help you, the two of us, we will. As for being angry, given our lifestyle that is unlikely." "Okay, now here comes the hard bit and the bit that might make you angry. My crush." "Yes, I'm guessing it's a girl but you don't have to tell us. It's okay," soothed Victoria. "You have shared a lot with me and been very kind, both of you, so it would be almost like lying if I chose not to tell you but I am nervous." "You have no reason to be." "Actually I do. It's you." As she looked at Victoria directly. "Me? But I'm not gay and I only know you from the salon and because Chris talks kindly about you." Jess took a deep breath. "I know that you are not gay, well I had no reason to believe that you were. But I met you soon after I started working with Julie and you came in to get your hair done regularly and of course you came in from time to time to see Julie and occasionally to see Chris. I developed a crush, it's like a silly schoolgirl having a crush on a teacher." She took a deep breath and carried on. "You appear so confident, are successful at your job, always beautifully dressed and you are stunningly beautiful. It so happens that you are always thoughtful to the staff and very kind. It's embarrassing I'm so sorry." Victoria put her arm around Jess's shoulders. "Jess I am so sorry to have put pressure on you to admit that. I wish that I could take it back. But please I am not offended, slightly flattered and a bit embarrassed myself." "Do you want me to go?" "Oh please no we don't want you to go. Let's have a drink, something to eat and chat and put that aside." The door bell rang again and this time I just stood and went to answer it. I was so lost in thought about what had just happened that I forgot how I was dressed. It was the food and I had to go and get cash for a tip. It was not until I brought the food and plates into the lounge and saw Victoria and Jess laughing that I gave it any thought. Now I was embarrassed. We ate and we had a few glasses of wine. We talked about all sorts of things. Victoria's job, my gaming design and Jess's apprenticeship. We did not mention my 'hobby'. The most difficult part was taking about Jess's father and how to manage that situation. Realising that it was late we invited her to stay overnight but she said that she could not. Victoria insisted that she would call her father. She did so and when he started to raise his voice so did Victoria. Something must have calmed him down and he said that it would be okay. We sat up late chatting like old friends. When we went to bed Victoria loaned Jess a nightdress, makeup remover and everything that she would need before turning in. Victoria and I cuddled up and she whispered, "No sex tonight lover I don't think that I could with Jess here." "I agree. She has had it much tougher than she let on. I wish that there was some way that we could help her." "She needs to find her own way but you can help by being the big brother that she needs. Or perhaps big sister!"