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Maid for Each Other By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter One "Zip me up, and then I'll finish getting you ready," said Carrie, scampering over to him in her outfit. "Oh thank gawwdddd, this thing has such a big fluffy skirt!" sighed Jamie, staring at her. "You look unbelievable!" Thank you honey, but focus please," said Carrie as she turned, lifting her hair as he zipped up the back of her dress. "But did you expect me to look like shit in this?" "Like that would be even possible?" Jamie laughed as she spun around. "Well you never know?" Carrie twisted and posed, looking at herself. "It's sexy, but not every girl can look good in this right?" "But you're not every girl?" replied Jamie, staring at her. "You rock that outfit! You're so beautiful." "Thank you, and don't make me get emotional or I'll kill you," smiled Carrie, playfully slapping him. "And you my love look just as beautiful! Or would you prefer I say quite amazingly believable this evening, my love!" "Believable? Depends on your definition of believable?" said Jamie. "But I'm pretty confident that after what you just put me through I at least look as decent as i can be in an outfit like this?" "Like I'd let you leave here just looking decent?" laughed Carrie. "Seriously? You look hot, and you know it." "No, you look hot, and I guess I look ok for a guy dressed as girl," said Jamie, throwing his hips and playing along. "I don't see any guy dressed as a girl?" smiled Carrie. "Do you?" "And therein lies the problem?" Jamie replied. "But you seemed to have taken care of that, haven't you?" "Oh come on babe," Carrie said. "You think I went too far then?" "You?" Jamie asked sarcastically. "Never?" "Ok fine, maybe a little bit, but you said I could." Carrie circled him. "And look how sexy you turned out?" "Sexy? Sure, the whole outfit is sexy obviously?" sighed Jamie, throwing out his hands. "But I wasn't exactly asked if I was ok with certain things, and then next thing I know I'm getting a new haircut I didn't expect, a head full of foils and then it's like holy shit, here we are." "You could have spoken up if you weren't cool with certain things," said Carrie, getting annoyed, combing over his hair with a big paddle brush and stroking it down his back. "I mean I love it, but I didn't make you grow your hair this long, and all you got was a trim to shape it a little, plus a few highlights that to me look really natural. I just wanted you to look amazing and figured what's big deal? You've never really complained before." "And I love you, so I'm not complaining now. I wanted those stray greys gone too, and I guess they certainly are," said Jamie, feeling bad as she was fussing with it a little. "Really I've never had on this much makeup or ever seen my hair look so light before." "Yeah been there, so that does take a little adjustment time, and even I didn't expect it to be so light, but this is why they call them highlights," said Carrie, spraying it. "The change is good on you, honey." "I guess," said Jamie, lifting the ends of his hair and looking at them. "Don't sweat it, they are supposed to stand out a little, and you know we had to really bury those greys that have been more than sneaking in lately," laughed Carrie, flicking her wrist and patting his hair. "Sorry maybe I did go a little over the top since I figured you work from home, and I just had a certain look for you in mind." "And did you ever achieve that!?" replied Jamie, rolling his eyes. "Oh yeah! And then some!" smirked Carrie, raising her voice before biting her lip. "You're not just the girl I demanded! Or even the lovely little French maid I expected, but you're my sultry Mademoiselle Brigitte, who is sizzling hot. Now go load everything on the vanity into your purse so we can touch up my masterpiece when she needs it, and we're gone in five minutes!" "Yes Ma'dam Car-rie!" smiled Jamie, jumping to attention as she pinched his ass. "As you wish, madam." Jamie scurried over to the vanity, loading his black satin clutch with a series of cosmetics cautiously, as he was not used to his long French squared tipped nails. He was dressed identically to his girlfriend in a black satin, French maid's uniform with white lace trim and both of them also had matching lingerie partially concealed beneath it. White lace on the billowed short sleeve cuffs and around the wide open square neckline matched the lace trim at the hem of the short skirt. Beneath it, a huge layer of white petticoats delivered a big pouffy shape, and atop the skirt, a sewn in white apron was tied in a bow on the back. On his legs, sheer black thigh high stockings with a black seam up the back were attached to black garters that peeked out from his short skirt. On his feet, shiny patent black pointy pumps pinched his closed in toes, and five inch stiletto heels would be a challenge even for a girl used to shoes this spikey. On his face, a brick red lip liner had been used to enlarge their natural shape and plumper beneath a candy apple red lip color gave them an enhanced, full look. A high shine gloss would augment his mouth even further, and the recent whitening of his teeth would make them outwardly enticing. Even with his lips as the focal point, his eyes would still stand out, as a dark smokey eye with a touch of shimmery charcoal at the outer crease would perfectly contract the silvery white brow accent color. Thinly lined, catlike inner waterlines in black would beautifully frame his dark brown eyes, and tarantula like false lashes would fan out with each blink of his eyes. A burgundy rose blush would pull out the cheekbones beneath a mauve high shine that glimmered from his face, and a healthy glow seemed to be the foundation for his professionally made up face. His long light brown hair still hung from a middle part, but replacing his everyday pony would instead would be a sleek, straight ironed style. Gone would be any stages of early grey strands, as it all sat now in a light brunette base with wheat undertones and some caramel highlights. A few inches were chopped off as it sat past his collar bone in front, and then across his shoulder blades in the back in a straight across, neat style. It was a precision cut, certainly feminine in shape yet still not that different in length than what he had before. It was partly pulled back beneath the white, lace maid headdress, and large yet simple round studs peeked out from under the tresses as he finished loading his bag and then he noticed Carrie catching him admiring himself in the dresser mirror. "So if you're done studying how pretty you look, then come over here and turn around," said Carrie, looking him over. "One of your garters is unhooked." "It's so hard getting them in these little clasps with these nails," complained Jamie. "Did you really have to tell them to make them this long on me?" "Yeah I did, and stop complaining," laughed Carrie, crouching down, twisting his hips and spinning him. "They look gorgeous on you, and you know the devil is in the details, girlfriend." "No, girlfriend! The devil is in the French maid's outfit, fixing my garter," laughed Jamie as she re-clasped his garter on the back of his left leg. "Plus how long is it going to take to get these off when we get back here tonight." "Is someone getting nervous that we're leaving soon?" teased Carrie. "No," said Jamie. "Well, maybe a little." "Relax, and a while. It's going to take a while, and it's not like either one of us is going to want you out of your lingerie that fast," smiled Carrie, leaning in and sneaking a kiss. "We've got all night and all day tomorrow to have some fun, so there's really no rush, pretty girl." "Well, ok? You know I'm always game if it involves some fun with you," smiled Jamie. "But remember you have a fitting tomorrow, right?" "Like I could forget!" said Carrie. "So when I go down to the bridal boutique, I'll set you up to sit around and soak them off, ok?" "Ok?" nodded Jamie. "Either that or I could pick you up something sexy while I'm there, and Mademoiselle Brigitte could join us for dinner, then enjoy a night out with the girls at the bachelorette party," teased Carrie, tickling his nose with her little feather duster. "I'm thinking you look so good no one would know? How's that sound?" "Like you've lost your mind," laughed Jamie. "Mademoiselle Brigitte will be at your service this evening, and then into the day tomorrow, but then she retires." "Fine, party pooper!" giggled Carrie, pecking a last kiss. "But not one more complaint out of you this evening Mademoiselle, or I'll put you over my knee before we even get started this evening!" "Do not even tease me like that, madam," smirked Jamie. "I won't, because we did not get you looking this hot just to stay home and not show you off," Carrie told him. "Now get your ass in the living room so we can leave soon, and go touch up your lips you've almost made me ruin already." "That I've made you ruin?" laughed Jamie, shaking his head and walking into the living over to the mirror and taking out his lip gloss, refreshing them. "Unbelievable?" "Yes, it is," said a man's voice as Carrie followed him into the living room as well now. "In fact, quite unbelievable." "Dad?" asked Carrie stunned. "How long exactly have you been sitting there?" "Long enough, Madam," laughed her father. "Mr. Miller, it's not exactly what it looks like," said Jamie. "It's really not." "Glad to hear it Mademoiselle, because looking like that, you're not exactly the son in law I was expecting to get," said Mr. Miller. "So maybe put your lipstick away." "No, dad. It takes a real man to pull this off," his daughter corrected. "One that cares so much about your daughter that he's willing to dress up to satisfy her needs." "Needs? Are you saying you're a lesbian all of a sudden, Carrie?" gulped Mr. Miller. "I don't understand?" "I'm not a lesbian, dad, and if I was it shouldn't even matter to you!" yelled Carrie. "Should it?" "Well no, but?" her father began to say. "If you were, I'm your father and I'd hope I would know." "You already know who I am, and have seen too much!" replied Carrie, pissed. "Now we're heading to a party as you can see, and what the hell are you doing here already?" "What the hell kind of party could that be, and it's not Halloween! And what do you mean already?" asked her father. "Last time I looked, this is my country house, and I haven't willed it to you yet!" "I know, but you weren't coming until Sunday!" said Carrie. "You're two freaking days early, dad." "Well obviously you didn't get my message," said Mr. Miller. "I left you a message today telling you'd I'd be here." "Shit?" said Carrie, opening her pocketbook. "Sorry, been kind of busy and you know I don't check my voicemail that much. You should have texted, dad." "Yeah I see that and I did it as a courtesy, not knowing for a second I'd be catching you both with your pants down," said her father. "He does normally still wear pants, right?" "Not funny, dad," said Carrie, holding her head. "Fine, then interrupting whatever the hell I'm interrupting," said her father. "So anyway, let me get to my room so you two can continue whatever kinky shit this is, and then we can start over in the morning." "Please, dad?" said Carrie, annoyed and making a face. "Could you really not say things like that but... Thank you." "You're welcome," replied her father, getting up. "I'll put the tv on loud." "You don't have to," smiled Carrie, walking up and kissing his cheek. "We're on our way out now, so do not wait up." "I won't if you two ladies promise not to pick up two strange fellas and bring them home to my house," joked her father. "I'm thinking what I've seen is strange enough for one night." "Ok dad, enough please," said Carrie, rolling her eyes. "Was that rude comment really necessary? Haven't you made Jamie uncomfortable enough?" "You think he's the only one uncomfortable?" smirked her father, shaking his head. "But hey, I guess this will make some interesting conversation with my possible future son in law when we're out fishing tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" said Carrie. "But tomorrow's Saturday, and you guys weren't supposed to be doing that until Sunday?" "Well things changed, which is why I called you, but of course you didn't listen," said her father. "I'm here early because your cousin's wedding is moved up two months to this Sunday. I guess you didn't listen to her message either." "Shit! I didn't! Are you fucking kidding me!" exclaimed Carrie, throwing up her hands. "You know I was here for my fitting tomorrow! For my dress, not hers, and now I'm going to have to drive back home six hours to get my bridesmaid dress and then six hours back! That's fucking ridiculous!" "Yes it is, and so is the fact she should have used some form of birth control, otherwise things could have stayed as they were," said her father. "But don't worry, while you're doing that, your boyfriend and I will just move up our little bonding trip a day so you can get your dress and run your errands." "Fantastic, dad," said Carrie, rolling her eyes. "You boys relax while the girls run around like chickens without heads. Great plan." "We're not relaxing, honey. We're fishing and male bonding," laughed her father. "Trust me, a day with me grilling Mademoiselle Brigitte here probably won't be that relaxing, and maybe I shouldn't even call it male bonding anymore." "Dad, it's a costume, and he's wearing it for me," said Carrie, getting even madder now and rolling her eyes. "Now if you're not going to stop being this old fashioned male asshole, then I'll make him take the ride with me back home and not deal with your bullshit." "Jeez what happened to your sense of humor," laughed her father. "Fine! I'm stopping." "It's ok, Carrie," smiled Jamie. "He's entitled to his jokes, and the way I look I can't even blame him." "I guess," nodded Carrie before pecking a kiss. "You do look great! Doesn't he, father?" "Better than I've ever seen him before, now go have fun at your party," said Mr. Miller, walking away and then stopping. "Wait? But you will wear pants tomorrow, won't you Jamie? It's cold out there you know?" "Yes sir, I will," laughed Jamie. "See you in the morning, Mr. Miller." "Ok, have fun you two," said their father, heading to bed. Off they went now to a specialty club, dressed so scantily as two sexy French maids. It was a night of partying and dancing with a few of her old acquaintances that Jamie didn't know as they rocked the outfits and enjoyed themselves. This was a side of Carrie that Jamie now knew too well, as they enjoyed some things that were a bit on the kinkier side at times, and Jamie had learned that he'd need to come to accept many things he never expected from her if we wanted to be with her. Her father had always known she was a bit of a wild child, and knew more than he wanted to about what he called her alternative lifestyle. Growing up the child of a former law enforcement officer, she knew he investigated places she went at times, old boyfriends and some acquaintances but none of that stopped her from enjoying the things she did. A little bi-sexuality, bondage and harmless kink were activities more to let loose and blow off some steam, yet for the first time her father had come face to face with a boyfriend she dressed for her pleasure and accidentally shoved in his face, as even harmless as it was, he was none too pleased. In the morning, they were both up early, as after Jamie showered he was back to normal in jeans and his snow boots. Carrie as well was all business, heading out early to run her errands, make her fitting appointment and then eventually take the long drive back to the city for her bridesmaid dress. She felt bad leaving her boyfriend alone with her father for their male bonding time, but even under the uncomfortable circumstances, better to get it over with, having little choice. She knew he'd be ruthlessly teasing Jamie anyway after the previous night, but hoped it could be something they'd just laugh about. In the end, she figured maybe they'd talk through many of their differences anyway, as no matter what, she'd be marrying him the following year whether her father liked him or not. Even though she had her way with him, it wasn't like Jamie was spineless or a total wimp. He was a caring person with a good career as a freelance journalist and earned a decent wage. She figured he shared sports and a lot of political views in common with her father anyways, so hopefully they'd feel better about each other after some male bonding time. "Morning, Jamie," said Mr. Miller, coming into the kitchen with a big thermos. "Morning sir," Jamie replied. "Son, you may as well call me Tony." "It'll take some getting used to, but I'm hoping today goes well and we're going to be family." "Of course, sir," said Jamie. "I'm sure we should have a great day together, Mr. Miller. I mean Tony." "Excellent," said Tony, slapping him in the arm hard. "See, we're off to a good start, and at least you've got pants on today, young lady." "Yes, I do Tony," laughed Jamie. "Pants are what guys like me normally wear, in case you were curious." "Yeah, guys like you," smiled Tony. "So then it's safe to say you're going out braless into the wilderness with me then, son?" "Yeah, very safe to say, Tony," laughed Jamie, slapping him in the arm now. "But I do have long johns on under here, so I'm hoping that's still manly enough for you." "That's fine, and it's below zero out there, so I hope you've got on every damn layer you can," joked Tony as out the door they went together. "Now get the poles and gear over there." "Yeah, well I've got on pretty much every damn thing I came in until Carrie gets back, since she left with my suitcase in the trunk," Jamie told him as they went outside. "Damn it is freaking cold. Well everything but my costume, so maybe I should have put on the panty hose." "Every layer counts, so this time I wouldn't have blamed you if you wanted to wear them," laughed Tony as they loaded the pickup bed with their gear. "Now get your dainty ass in the truck, and let's get in some good ice fishing." They got in the big semi pickup truck and drove about ten minutes down the snow covered dirt road on Tony's property down to the adjacent shared lake. They had a small ice fishing hut just off from the shore as they headed into the shelter and then Tony began drilling through the ice. As they sat with their fishing poles through the little hole, it would be just them and the wilderness, as the future son in law would be grilled by his future father in law without Carrie as the buffer for her boyfriend or the muffler for her father. "So you spend much time in the country, Jamie?" asked Tony. "You mean before today?" Jamie replied. "No sir. I'm mostly a city boy. Born and raised down south and then moved up north for college." "Yeah that part I know," said Tony. "You do know I was a Sherriff before I retired early, and I do my homework right?" "I assumed you would," said Jamie. "I've got nothing to hide sir, and I was raised to be respectful." "Carrie did tell me that, but let's just say I'm the type that likes to see for himself," said Tony. "As a man, you can appreciate that, can't you?" "Of course," nodded Jamie. "You've only met me twice before this weekend, so I figured you might be grilling me pretty good. I don't mind." "Well, no disrespect son but I will be, and I don't care if you do," said Tony, almost staring through him. "Carrie means everything to me, especially since her mother passed few years back, so she's all I have. Her happiness means everything to me." "And to me, sir," said Jamie, taking a breath. "Ask me anything?" "Good, because I planned on it," smiled Tony. "Ok, so are you some sort of like partial fruit or something, and exactly how often do you wear dresses?" "That's your first question?" smirked Jamie. "This is only our third time meeting, and that's what you want to know about me?" "Well, the first time we had dinner together and you seemed more normal," Explained Tony. "But that was the first time, and you were probably on your best behavior. The second time you did seem a little more nervous around me since we had much more time together." "Nervous? Of course I was nervous! We were on vacation, and you glared at me the whole time," replied Jamie. "Of course I did! You were sharing a room with my daughter," said Tony, getting loud. "She's twenty five sir, and I'm..." Jamie started to say. "I know, eight years older than her, but let's save that for later and that is the least of my concerns," Interrupted Tony. "Believe me, I was annoyed enough that you two didn't come out sometimes, but I figured you were having sex! Thing is now I'm wondering if I didn't see you because maybe instead you snuck off and I didn't recognize you in dresses! Now, maybe answer the questions I asked before?" "For your information, you know I'm a journalist, and I was stuck working half the time," replied Jamie, annoyed. "And about dresses, I wasn't then, and how often is not often! Now how about you ask me something else?" "Well that was first thing that came to mind," said Tony, glaring at him. "It's just not exactly the type of 'person' I expected my daughter to be with. She's tough, resourceful and not exactly a wallflower, pushover type, but still usually the girly girl." "Well that does describe her partially but neither am I normally anyway," said Jamie. "It was just a costume sir, and a night out." "And when you say not often, that means this was not the only time?" questioned Tony. "Well I guess honesty is expected, so no sir," said Jamie, embarrassed. "We've gone to a number of costume type parties over the two years we've been dating, and done a little role playing, so a few times for fun, sir." "I see?" thought Tony. "So it's just for fun?" "Yes, Tony," said Jamie, patting his arm. "Just for fun, and I just play along. She picked it out and dressed me. Really she's the boss when it comes to these things." "That part I can accept as fact, since I know she's always been the bossy type," said Tony, knowing he was right. "I think that stems for being a spoiled only child." "And maybe being a sheriff's daughter?" said Jamie. "You're kind of the forceful, get what you want type of person if you don't mind me saying, sir?" "Well we Miller's all are, I guess," smiled Tony. "Decades of law enforcement, and now a daughter that's a lawyer. It runs in our blood, Jamie." "Yeah, I'm thinking it does," said Jamie. "Then it must be tough to be retired then, right?" "I was forced out son by taking a few bullets," said Tony. "But if they didn't hand me a big settlement to shut my mouth and leave, I would have still been there. I'm fully capable and at least get to do some investigative work on the side." "Well you certainly don't seem rusty there, do you?" joked Jamie. "Trust me, I'm not," Tony punched him in the arm. "You'll find I'm as resourceful as they come when I need to be." "Yes sir, I see that," nodded Jamie. "Good, and tell about your name," Tony asked. "The only other Jamie I knew was a girl, so maybe that should have told me something immediately." "Where I come from, it's both, sir. A gender neutral name," said Jamie. "I'm named after my father James, and that is my given name, but by my mother always called me Jamie to distinguish us, and it just stuck. If it makes you feel better to call me James, than please do, but you'd be the only one, sir." "Truthfully to me, you look more like a Jamie," said Ton, making it even more uncomfortable. "That I'm not biting on, Tony," laughed Jamie, standing up. "So is it fair to assume I just go pee in the woods?" "No, we have a ladies room for prissies like you just outside to the right, where you can go powder your nose if you'd like?" said Tony with a straight face. "Ok, got it?" smiled Jamie, standing up. "So just go pee on a tree anywhere then, right?" "Yeah and make it quick before your dick freezes off and then you'll really be a girl?" said Tony, rolling his eyes. "Thanks for the warning," replied Jamie, putting up his hood. "I'm thinking maybe you'd be good with that, but for your information, your daughter not so much." "Not from what I've seen, Mademoiselle Brigitte," Tony laughed as Jamie just shook his head, pushing open the door. "Now hurry up and I'll see if I have a feather duster in my tackle box you can clean the hut with when you get back." Outside went Jamie, now infuriated and walking away from the hut as the wind was swirling and snow was pelting him in the face. He took a minute to pull down his mask, looking down as he walked, trying to keep from punching a tree, pissed off at the comments and then when he looked up, heard a crackling sound. He had walked only ten yards from the hut, but quickly understood he'd walked in the wrong direction, as he could see the ice continually cracking beneath him. He was almost afraid to move when the next big crack appeared, as suddenly he was surrounded in the center of this huge web of ice. He put his hands out for balance, completely enclosed by continual crackling and did nothing but slide his left foot forward without even lifting it as the ice gave way. His one hundred and forty five pound frame was soaked and wet now, plummeting through the ice like he weighed a ton, as he almost couldn't believe what was happening. He tried grabbing the slippery edges as the frigid water engulfed him yet there was nothing he could do to stop himself from being completely submerged. It felt like he was being stabbed by the vicious cold water as he struggled to stay afloat. In no time, his body's reaction was go into shock as he began to hyperventilate and his muscles began to spasm. He grabbed the edge of the ice again, yet slid right back off as under he went again as he struggled to swim and could feel the change in his heart rate. Quickly his hands began to lose strength as he waded under again before kicking back up and hitting his head on the underside of the ice. He popped open his eyes, knowing his blood pressure was dropping, yet now confused where the opening was to get back out. A frantic search would finally lead him back to the hole in the ice as thankfully he located it, needing to breathe. When his head popped out again from under the icy water, he could barely muster a sound and began feeling himself drifting from consciousness this time. The last thing he remembered was grabbing for the edge one last time and then all he could feel was water entering his lungs. "Blaaahhhhh," spit Jamie. "Brrrrrrrrrr." "Holy shit," sighed Tony, seeing Jamie inhale, sucking in some air. "Thank gawwwdddd." Everything was spinning as Jamie gasped now, able to breathe as suddenly he was lifted into Tony's arms as he was running to the truck. His head was bobbing as Tony ran as fast as he could through the deep snow before tossing Jamie in the flat bed of the truck. He looked up half lifeless, watching, feeling his soaked jacket being ripped from his body and then suddenly his shirt. Off came his boots and then his pants as he could see them being tossed recklessly away from the truck and then he was being placed inside the passenger door of the car, naked. Off came Tony's jacket as he wrapped him in it and then a smelly old blanket from the back seat was tossed over his legs. Around he went, starting the engine and flooring the truck as off they went down the snowy road with Jamie's mind in a haze. "Hang in there, Jamie," said Tony, cradling him. "Don't you dare black out on me, son. Focus on my voice and stay awake, say something! Can you say something." "Huuh?" Jamie tried to say, completely confused, shivering and dizzy as he had trouble speaking. "It's fine! I'll warm you up," said Tony, rubbing him as his truck fishtailed as he gunned it. "One more minute and we're back. I don't think you got to the point of hypothermia, so just hang in there." Finally they arrived back at the cabin and Tony raced around, lifting him from the truck. Inside he carried him over to the fireplace area, putting him down and immediately lighting the logs. He sat with him, rubbing him through the coat and blanket for a few minutes before hurrying inside to find some clothes. Back he came with some towels, drying his hair and then pulling away his jacket, drying him thoroughly. Next came a t-shirt and then some long johns and then a sweater, pulling them all over his head. He followed with underwear then long john pants and then some heavy sweats. Two sets of socks would follow and then wool gloves before finally two blankets would be tossed around him and Tony sat back to catch his breath. "Keep your knees up near your chest, and legs together," said Tony, wiping his brow. "Do you want me to go make you some hot chocolate?" "Thank you," said Jamie, looking ready to cry, still shivering. "Please don't leave me alone yet. Maybe in a second?" "Ah sure, and you can speak again," said Tony, rubbing his shoulder and back. "You scared the shit out of me." "Out of you?" said Jamie, trying to keep it together. "Last thing I remember I thought I was going to drown." "But thankfully you didn't," said Tony, looking at him. "That would have been a tough one to explain to Carrie." "But how?" said Jamie with puppy dog eyes. "You saved me." "All I did was pull you out, get some air back in your lungs and get your heart pumping again," said Tony, feeling so relieved. "Now stay warm, and I'll get you some hot chocolate." Tony pulled a sofa up close to the fire and then helped Jamie climb atop it before he returned with even more blankets. He stretched over an extension cord, plugging in a hair dryer and blowed his hair dry with his fingers. When any moisture was gone, he angled a tv screen flipping on some college football, so Jamie could watch it and turned it on, heading inside to the kitchen. He came back with hot chocolate and a bowl of soup, as slowly but surely, Jamie was feeling better after such a traumatic experience. Tony would check on him the entire day, as Jamie slept through the entire afternoon before finally waking up around dinner time. "Ah look who's awake!" said Tony, sitting across the room in his chair, reading a book and observing him. "So how are you feeling?" "So much better," said Jamie, pushing off some blankets and getting up. "You've been sitting there watching me the whole time I slept?" "Of course. I didn't feel comfortable leaving you, and I was catching up on my reading anyway," replied Tony, taking off his glasses. "I watched a little football, got lectured by your girlfriend a few times and wanted to make sure I did everything I was supposed to for you." "Thank you, and sorry about that," said Jamie, pulling off the gloves. "Hopefully she didn't lecture you too much since none of this was your fault." "Good luck convincing her of that! The girl thinks she's never lost an arguement," laughed Tony. "But I'm used to her." "Me too, but I'll make sure I tell her it was me," smiled Jamie, taking off the coat. "I'm thinking I can get off some of these clothes now, because I'm soaked in sweat under here." "That's good then, and you must be starving," said Tony, coming over him with a digital thermometer, sticking it in his ear. "Oh good, back to normal." "Thanks to you, sir," nodded Jamie, seeing his temperature. "And yeah, I'm really hungry." "Better take a hot shower, and then we'll have some dinner," said Tony. "You can't sit around like that, or this time you'll catch pneumonia." "Ok," nodded Jamie, getting up and heading into the bathroom. The hot shower felt like a million dollars as he almost felt like he never wanted to get out. After a good twenty minutes, there was a knock on the door and then Tony came in. "Ok, I left you the bathrobe Carrie keeps here, which is terry cloth, so you should be warm in it while you do whatever it is you do to get ready," said Tony with his back away from him. "Our dinner reservation is in an hour so that should give you enough time, but I really don't how long it takes someone like you to get ready, because you certainly can't go out with a wet head." "UUmmm ok? Thank you, and not that long," replied Jamie, wrapping a towel around his waist, stepping out of the shower stall. "And I didn't know we were going out? I'm not complaining sir, but I noticed I was in Carrie's sweats and stuff, so I'll need something else to wear." "Well if I wasn't afraid to leave your side and thought of it earlier, I could have ran out to a store but this is the country Jamie, so everything is long closed, so let's hope this will do," said Tony, hanging something on the door. "Again I'm not sure how long you'll need to you know.. put yourself together, and this place is fancy, so after the stress on both of us, I'm thinking you could use a few drinks as well as I can, so a little celebrating is in order." "Wait?" gulped Jamie, turning around, seeing it. "You want me to wear that?" "Do you not like it?" asked Tony. "It's a dress!" said Jamie, swallowing hard. "You mean put myself together the way Carrie put me together, and are you saying you're expecting to be taking me there in that dress?" "All I'm saying is her clothes are the only clothes you'll fit in. I'm 6'4" and outweigh you by a good hundred pounds or so," said Tony. "Now it's black, so doesn't that work with the shoes you had, because our choices are limited here you know. So what do you think?" "I'm thinking there must be something else?" said Jamie, all frantic. "I'll wear one of your belts. So it's a little big on me?" Maybe she has something around that's more neutral and..." "Jamie, even if I did have anything that could remotely work, it would be a little awkward taking you there with those claws you have hanging off your fingers," said Tony. "Now she really doesn't keep much here except for sweats and jeans, but there are a few other dresses in her closet if you don't want to wear this one, but just make sure they're appropriate for a good restaurant." "But sir! This will be too awkward, and she puts me together. I can't do that," gulped Jamie. "Plus you're my future father in law! I can't be out with you as a girl." "More awkward than me having to give you mouth to mouth three times? I don't think so! So figure it out like I did, and believe me the more I think about it, the more I need that drink," replied Tony in a huff. "Huuh!" said Jamie, touching his lips, dumbfounded. "Me too now!" "Exactly, so please just dry your hair and get ready," Tony told him. "Believe me, if I didn't know you were a guy last night, I would have never guessed it, and you ladies left more makeup on her dresser than they sell at a drug store. Now I'm sure she has everything you need to look presentable, and we leave at seven pm, please." As he closed the door, Jamie was stunned, standing there in only a towel. His body was still a bit cold, so he switched into the bathrobe and then felt ready to piss himself as he wandered into Carrie's country house bedroom. Her father was right that everything was there that he needed, yet he'd never done this all by himself as he sat at her vanity, trying to think as she would and beginning to make up his face. On and off he put on cosmetics, experimenting as he worked, afraid to use too much and look like a clown yet just as afraid to not find the right blend to be outed as a boy. When finally he thought he did a good enough job, he blow dryed out his hair and as he brushed it across his shoulders, he knew he'd done a decent enough job. He looked at her hair tools, plugging in her flat iron as curling it just seemed too complicated. When finally he'd done all he could, he let out a breath, checking his image and opened her dresser drawer, pulling out some underwear before stepping back and admiring himself in her black bra and panties. "Jamie," The knock startled him. "Almost ready? Can I come in?" "Uuummm almost," replied Jamie, feeling really uncomfortable to be seen in his girlfriend's underwear, quickly sitting on the bed and pulling on some pantyhose. "One minute, ok?" "Excellent, and I'll leave you something right at the door I thought you could use," said Tony, bending down and leaving a box at the door as Jamie was taking the dress from the hanger. "Plus it's really icy out, so we need to leave some time to get there, and I also found you a warm coat that should work with your outfit. See you inside." "Ok thank you," said Jamie, stepping into the dress. "I think?" He hurried, reaching around the back of the dress pulling up the zipper and then ran over to the corner of her room where she left his shoes. Into the pumps he slid his feet and then walked to the mirror, checking to make sure he was tucked perfectly and his dress was straight. He opened the door, seeing a little velvet box and then was a bit taken aback that Tony had left him such beautiful earrings. He hurried putting them on and then out of the bedroom he went, quite surprised to see Tony in slacks and a sport jacket, looking dapper. "Do I look ok?" Jamie asked, standing there. "You sure I'm not going to embarrass you?" There he stood in Carrie's little black dress, with his hair pin straight from a deep side part. The long sleeved, crushed velvet dress was closed in front showing no cleavage, and his two little padded bumps. It was still quite the dressy dress, having a bit of sparkle to it as he twisted, revealing the slightly open back above just his bra strap, as the rounded opening fully displayed his shoulder blades. The knee length skirt showed off quite of bit of his black nyloned ,hosed legs, and beneath them he was in his familiar black stiletto pumps. He'd done an admirable job on his basic eye makeup, adding some penciled in liner and coating his lashes, yet maybe wore a bit too much blush. In a dark restaurant that would be meaningless though, as he had done well with his foundation, covering any stubble he wiped away. He hoped his selection of cranberry matte lipstick would be enough to pop off his recently whitened smile and add an extra distraction that there could be a boy inside this stylish dress. He took a breath, sweeping his light brunette hair with caramel highlights from his right eye with his long French nail, frozen, awaiting anxiously for Tony to answer his question. "The way you look?" smiled Tony. "No chance. You look fantastic, and let me put this on you. I think they're going to look great with that dress." "You sure, because I really wasn't exactly sure what I was doing but did my best," said Jamie as Tony lifted his hair, looping a necklace on him. "You did better than that, and I appreciate it," said Tony, fixing it on his shoulders. "I usually just eat here alone and barely ever go out to eat when I'm out here in the country anyway. Give me your wrist." "I didn't know that was an option," moaned Jamie as Tony was fastening a bracelet over his wrist. "We can still do that, or even drive through if you want." "Supermarkets are long closed here Jamie, and there's no McDonalds around for miles." Tony took a watch from a box. "Relax, don't worry, no one knows me or will know you. It'll be fine and allow me please." "Sure, and that's good," replied Jamie, feeling it go over his wrist. "But wait! Couldn't there be people out that are here for the wedding though? They wouldn't know me even as a guy, but couldn't some know you?" "And even if they did," said Tony, sliding a ring on him. "All they are going to see is me having dinner with a beautiful woman." "I know that's the idea, but that is not helping me feel any better," said Jamie, walking over to the mirror, moving his hair and touching the necklace. "And wow, these look expensive." "They were many moons ago when I bought them, but they've been in the jewelry box for years," said Tony, holding open a coat. "Now put this on, because it might be a bit big on you, but you need to stay warm." "This is a fur coat!" said Jamie as his arms slipped inside it. "Is this real?" "It's mink, and also hasn't been out in years," said Tony. "It typically came outs for special occasions only, and with all you've been through I'd say today qualifies, young lady." "Young lady?" smiled Jamie, lifting his hair on top of the coat. "Well that I'll have to accept right now, and hopefully your daughter won't mind me in her special occasion coat or jewelry." "Jamie, it was my wife's, not hers," said Tony. "So until I decide she's worthy of this stuff or she gets it with her inheritance, Carrie would have no say in that matter." "Oh then I can't be wearing it, Tony," said Jamie, wanting to rip off the coat. "This is all too strange, and I wouldn't feel right." "Yes it is all too strange, but I'm not taking no for an answer," laughed Tony, taking him by the elbow. "Didn't you learn today that life is too short?" "Actually, I did," Jamie slid his face across the small collar, loving the warmth and softness of the mink. "Good, then enjoy it, and being beautiful in it," said Tony, taking him out the door. "Because like me, all of this stuff has been cooped up too long and gets a rare occasion out, so let's go enjoy dinner and a drink while we can." "Jeez?" sighed Jamie as Tony held open the door. "How right you are?" "Damn right I am," said Tony, helping him in the high pickup truck in his heels. "And don't think I won't remind you about that if I ever allow you to marry my daughter." "Of course, sir," smiled Jamie as Tony started the car. " It's Tony, please," said Tony, dropping the truck in gear and pulling away. "I asked you to drop the sir thing like how many time now! Maybe you're Carrie's, but even in a black dress, you're not my French maid." "Of course, Mr. Miller," smirked Jamie. "I mean Tony!" They shared a brief laugh and talked quite a bit as they drove to the restaurant and then sat there, having some wine. It was a lovely dinner as they picked up exactly where they left off at the ice fishing hut, as Tony grilled Jamie with question after question. There would be no mercy when it came to things Tony wanted to know, as he asked more personal questions than Jamie ever believed possible as he drilled down into areas that were even a bit uncomfortable. Desire for children, careers, where they could live and political positions would be things easy to talk about as they shared similar views and Jamie was quite easy going. Some tough question about their fetishes and even sexuality would though test the limits and turn him beet red as he shivered while he answered as honestly as he could. The former law enforcement man in Tony could not hold back his interrogation tactics, until finally Jamie was getting a bit tipsy from all the wine, yet he need to stay calm and then mercifully the waiter stepped in. "Excuse me, Mr. Miller," said the waiter, holding a bottle of champagne. "A bottle of our finest champagne from the gentleman across the room for you and Mrs. Miller." "The gentleman?" Tony asked, seeing a guy waving and coming over. "Holy shit! Demarcus." "What's up, Tony?" said a tall black man. "And hello Miss. I haven't seen you in so long and didn't know you remarried. Congratulations. She's beautiful." "Oh I think you've got the wrong impression, Demarcus," laughed Tony. "She's ahhh... just a friend. Jamie, this is Demarcus." "Oh sorry!" smiled Demarcus. "You two just looked so happy together and I..." "It's fine," smiled Tony, feeling his pocket vibrate and taking out his phone. "Just a good friend, and speaking of fine? It's your ex, and my fine pain in the ass she is. You two get to know each other and give me a second, ok?" "Oh boy! Not her," laughed Demarcus. "When she calls, he still jumps. I'm not sure if you know his daughter, but when that girl calls, trouble follows." "Oh believe me I do," said Jamie, taking a sip from his glass. "She's quite the bossy type." "Yeah I know! We dated while she was in law school, and she's a dynamo," said Demarcus, closing his eyes for a moment and smiling. "I've got such fond memories, but that was before she became this powerhouse of a lawyer! Of a woman! I hear she's become quite the handful, so I hope she is not giving her father a headache and ruining your date." "I bet she is," said Jamie, putting his hand under his chin leaning in towards Demarcus. "Oh and it's not a date. Like he said, we're just friends and tell me about you and her? I'd love to hear all about it, and if you haven't seen her father in so long, how do you know she's become this dynamo?" "Sure, but wait?" smiled Demarcus. "It's not a date?" "Uuumm no?" said Jamie. "Not like that." "Interesting?" said Demarcus, grabbing his hand. "Sure, I'll tell you on the dance floor. It's a nice slow song right now, so we can talk." "I really don't dance."Jamie protested as Demarcus was pulling him away from the table. "Come on, let's give him his privacy, and all you have to do is hold on," smiled Demarcus looking into his eyes. "I know those conversations aren't short when she calls, so we should have plenty of time to get to know each other better." "Uumm I just wanted to know a few things about Carrie? Especially when she was younger?" said Jamie. "That's all, but maybe just forget I said anything?" "Why so curious about her, unless you're pursuing her father?" said Demarcus as they began slow dancing. "I'm not?" said Jamie, looking away. "It's not like that?" "Ok, then I'll ask you something and then you can ask me something about her," said DeMarcus, pulling him closer. "Because if it's not a date and you're not pursuing him, then maybe I'm interested in pursuing you? "Pursuing me?" asked Jamie surprised. "Sure, because I can see right through that shit, because you want to know how wild I was with her, don't you?" smiled Demarcus, moving his hand up to the opening part of the dress on his bare back. "It's not about you, and I was just curious," stuttered Jamie, trying to push back a little. "I've heard a lot of stuff." "Oh come on! So you can see if I'm wild enough for you?" smiled Demarcus, softly rubbing his back with his index finger. "You know, I can see there's something wild inside you Jamie, isn't there? Something that's itching to pop out at me, isn't there?" "Trust me, no!" Jamie shivered. "Not a damn thing will be popping out at you?" "That's because you haven't let me take you out yet," said Demarcus, touching his hair on his back and pulling him in tight. "But I can still feel something popping out towards you already." "Oh shit," gulped Jamie, feeling Demarcus rock hard against his dress. "Demarcus thanks for the talk and..." As he turned, pushing him away, he was instantly pulled back and then suddenly Demarcus's lips were on his. The utter shock was almost too much to handle as he felt Demarcus's tongue enter his mouth and then he mustered the strength to push him away. "What the fuck is wrong with you! No wonder she dumped you!" said Jamie, getting emotional, seeing his lipstick on Demarcus's lip. "You don't fucking listen!" "Maybe not," smiled Demarcus. "But I listened to you say it wasn't a date." "It's not, and I'm engaged if that matters to you asshole," said Jamie all pissed. "Oh shit! Didn't know? That you could have mentioned before you were hitting on me?" said Demarcus, licking his lips. "Hitting on you?" asked Jamie, totally frustrated. "You're fucking delusional." "Didn't feel that way with your tongue in my mouth," said Demarcus, wiping his face. "It damn well was not," replied Jamie, grossed out. "That was you sticking yours in mine." "Maybe it was and that's what I do," smiled Demarcus. "What Carrie loved about me! Sticking that and another long wet big object inside oh so tender places? So does that tell you enough about when we dated?" "It tells me you're a pig," scolded Jamie, shoving him away. "Maybe," smiled Demarcus. "Say good night to Tony then, and I guess I won't be getting invited to the wedding then, Mrs. Miller." "I'm not....!" Jamie was frustrated, tossing up his hands. "Forget it. Exactly, you're not!" Across the restaurant he went searching for Tony, then saw him in a corridor. He grabbed the check folder off the table and handed it to Tony, interrupting his conversation. "Please pay the check and finish talking to her back at the house," said Jamie, pulling the phone away and talking. "Carrie, he'll call you back." "Ok?" said Tony. "I guess we're not having dessert?" "No! I'm done with the inquisition, meeting ex-boyfriends and playing the little Mrs. Miller for tonight," lectured Jamie before calming down and looking at him. "Please just take me home." "Shit, I should have known better than to leave you alone with that asshole," said Tony, feeling bad. "What happened?" "What happened is that he went from talking to being all over me like a cheap suit," said Jamie, almost ready to break down. "Please can we just go! Please." "Yes, here. Go get your coat and I'll dump the check on the table." Tony handed him some money and peeled a few bills from his pocket, paying the check as Jamie got his fur from the coat check. He was never happier to be in the pickup and then hurried right into the bathroom as they got home, immediately washing his face. Into the bedroom he then went, changing before emerging in Carrie's pajamas as he came inside to say goodnight. Immediately Tony hung up the resumed conversation with Carrie, and then they sat by the fire chatting until they could barely stay awake. It was a day of scary and bizarre circumstances, yet excellent bonding as they both opened up in so many ways as Jamie slept like a baby, exhausted.