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Authors Note: This story follows on directly from an earlier one called Off the Bench, so if you have not read that one you should do so before tackling Eight Plus Nine. Like its predecessor this story makes many references to the grand sport of rugby, which although widely played is not known like soccer, so some explanations may be necessary, but skip this part if you are versed in the game. First the title; in rugby, unlike soccer, North American football and hockey there is a universal numbering system that the players have on their jerseys. The number designates their position. The scrum half, Dee's position is always number nine and the number eight, who plays at the back of the scrum is of course always number eight. So Zoe formerly played number eight and Dee wears number nine, hence the title. Oh and the scrum; to restart play after a minor infraction the opposing packs of forwards engage each other in precise phalanx like formations and push, rather like a tug of war in reverse. The scrum half feeds the ball into this mass of bodies and the hooker tries to heel it back towards their side. Having a drink, invariably beer, with the opposition after a game has a long tradition in rugby circles and doubtless results in many painful hangovers. Eight Plus Nine When Zoe Cutler woke up she found a blonde dressed in a silky nightdress clinging to her like a koala bear to its mother. As she adjusted her position the blonde clung tighter with arms and legs and then opened one eye. "Zoe are you awake?" asked the blonde. "Yes Dee my little limpet, I am now." Dee yawned and snuggled his face into Zoe's breast. "Oh Zoe I had the most wonderful dream. I dreamt that we were getting married and you wanted me to be the bride and wear a gorgeous wedding dress." "That's strange," replied Zoe stroking Dee's neck, "I had the same dream, so maybe it's true." "Wouldn't that be wonderful," murmured Dee. "Because I'm madly in love with you." "Can you verify that?" asked Zoe. "I'll try," said Dee and he slid down the bed and buried his head between Zoe's legs. His tongue reached out and began softly stoking Zoe's pussy. She sighed in satisfaction and then began to writhe as his tongue work became more energetic. "That's a good argument you just made," said Zoe when she had recovered. "Care to expand on it?" "If you lift up my nightdress I'll quickly come to the point," replied Dee. Zoe did as she was bidden and came face to face with a very healthy erection. "Well that's not what one expects to find under a nightdress," she said. "What do you think I should do with it?" "It fits in the little valley between your thighs and if you put it there it will bring you luck," replied Dee. "Worth a try," said Zoe and moments later she gave a little squeak. "Ooh that's feels good," she said and began to thrust up and down. As the excitement levels of both of them rose Zoe suddenly thrust her hands under Dee's buttocks and pulled him forcefully up against her. The effect was to bring both of them to a rapid and seismic climax. "Okay, it seems you are right; I can feel my luck changing already," said Zoe a little later. "I'm also convinced that you really do love me; I love you too." They lay together for a long tome not talking. Eventually Dee made the first move and headed off into the shower. As soon as he was done Zoe took his place and when she came back she found him speaking on his phone. "It's Jess," he said, "I want us to meet her and Sam for breakfast so we can tell them our news." Zoe nodded and Dee turned back to the phone and told Jess that he and Zoe would bring things for breakfast and be over within the hour. Because all his clothes were stored back at Jess and Sam's flat Dee thought that he would have to wear the same skirt and blouse that he had worn for his successful interview the day before, but Zoe said that she had an alternative that was particularly appropriate. She went to her wardrobe and handed him a dress that looked vaguely familiar. "Remember this?" she asked. "I believe I do," replied Dee. "Isn't that the first dress you bought me? I recall that it was quite expensive." "You were an unknown quantity in those days and I didn't want to spoil you." "Well it will come in handy now. Why did you keep it?" "Oh it has a certain sentimental value," replied Zoe. Dee pulled it on, fiddled with his hair and announced that he was ready to leave. They stopped at their favourite bakery and loaded up with delicious treats before heading over to Jess and Sam's flat. Sam answered the door and Dee flung his arms around her neck. "Hi little sister," she said, "Nice dress." "Zoe bought it for me; it cost 4 pounds," replied Dee. "Well I hope that you prove worthy of her largesse," observed Sam seriously. Jess joined her sister at the door and they all exchanged hugs. Jess had tea and coffee made and the 4 moved into the small sitting room and sat around the coffee table. "Well did you get your old job back?" asked Jess between bites of a chocolate croissant. "I did better than that," Dee replied proudly, "I got a partnership." Sam and Jess looked surprised. "What sort of partnership?" they both asked. "That was my question when he first raised it," interjected Zoe. "It's the sort of partnership that requires your help," said Dee to his two sisters. "What can we do?" asked Sam. "Be my bridesmaids," replied Dee casually. For a moment there was complete silence while this sunk in, followed by screams of delight as the two sisters rushed at their brother and embraced him. "Isn't it amazing," said Jess when they had all settled down, "that the first bride in our family is my brother." "Well you started it Jess, when you first put me in a skirt so I could watch the England women's team practice," replied Dee. "I have so much to thank you for," said Zoe and she meant it. Sam looked worried as she said, "Zoe please don't be offended by what I'm going to ask Dee but it is really important." "I think I know what you are going so say and no I won't be offended," said Zoe. Sam looked relieved and she took a deep breath and said, "Dee I have to know if this something you really want to do; be the bride I mean. I want to know that it is completely your decision and Zoe is not pressuring you." "Yes Sam I really, really want to be Zoe's bride and she did not in any way pressure me to do it. In fact she appeared stunned when I said that was what I wanted. You both know how much I love wearing dresses and the ultimate dress has to be a wedding dress. I just feel so honoured that Zoe wants me to do this and I really want your support." "You have it little brother/sister. And Zoe sorry if my question was so blunt, but you know us hookers, we only know one way and that is the direct path." said Sam. "And that goes for me to," said Jess firmly. "Don't worry Sam I appreciate your directness; as you say it is a trademark of all the hookers I've ever played with," said Zoe. A few tears were shed together with more hugs. Dee was silent for a while and Jess looked at him and said, "Is something bothering you Dee?" "No nothing bothering me, but I have suddenly come to a decision. It has been swirling round in my mind for a while now and Sam, your question somehow helped crystalized it." They all waited expectantly until Dee continued. "I just realised that getting engaged to Zoe is the perfect time for me to start dressing as a woman full time; I know that I have been all summer, but that was temporary. I think that finding a woman who could accept me as I am has removed the last obstacle to me being who I want to be." Dee was sitting next to Zoe on the couch and he reached over and put his arms around her. "Zoe my love, I can't quite believe that I was lucky enough to find you; it's a dream come true and I love you with all of my being." They both dissolved into sobs, while Sam and Jess also shed some tears. Again there was an awkward silence that was eventually broken by Sam. "Big sister asking the awkward questions again," she said, "But Dee how far are you planning to go; are hormones or SRS on your agenda?" Dee smiled and said, "That's okay Sam, it's a fair question. Zoe and I both love what's between my legs and I like being a boy, but I'm going to be a boy who only wears skirts and dresses." "My darling I'll love you whatever you decide to wear," said Zoe crushing him with another hug. They started to clear away the remains of the breakfast when Jess suddenly thought of something. "Dee are you going to be playing rugby this year?" "Oh yes I wouldn't miss that; we start in a couple of weeks." "Are you going to tell your team mates about your new status?" asked Sam. "What new status?" asked Dee. Sam rolled her eyes and said, "That you are going to marry Zoe and be her bride and that you are going to dress as a woman full time." "I hadn't really thought about it," admitted Dee. "Perhaps you should let them know before the season starts," said Jess seriously. "You want to make sure that everyone is comfortable with you appearing in skirts." "Why shouldn't they be; it's not as though I'll be playing in a skirt?" asked Dee in surprise. "Jess and Sam are right Dee; you need to give the team a heads up," said Zoe. "Okay," said Dee with a shrug, "no problem, I'll do it this week at our meeting before the first practice." "Another question Dee; when do you plan to tell mum?" asked Jess. "We could go over there now, if that's okay with you Zoe," replied Dee. "Fine with me," said Zoe. Dee and Zoe were about to leave when Dee remembered that all his clothes were stored at his sisters flat. "I'm only taking my girl clothes and my rugby gear; all the boy stuff can go to a thrift shop," he said as he went to pack. As they were driving away Zoe looked at Dee and said, "Are you sure you want to do this Dee?" "Pull over for a minute," said Dee in reply. They came to a stop and Dee turned to Zoe and said, "Zoe in a perfect world would you choose me to wear skirts or pants; please be honest?" "Skirts," said Zoe quietly. "That settles it I think," said Dee firmly. "But Dee you said a perfect world; we all know this isn't a perfect world." "It is when I'm engaged to you," said Dee softly. Zoe did not answer; she just pulled him across the front seat and gave him a long hard kiss. Zoe was just about to start the car when she hesitated and said, "Dee darling I was just wondering if you would also..." "Wear petticoats under my skirts and dresses; is that what you were going to say?" Zoe looked embarrassed as she nodded. "I would feel positively indecent if I wasn't wearing a petticoat or slip," said Dee with a smile and Zoe kissed him again. Future Plans Dee was surprised when Zoe did not go straight to Dee's mother's house, but instead drove to a shopping mall. "What's up?" he asked. "We are going out to dinner tonight to celebrate and I am going to buy you a beautiful dress to wear." "Even better than the one I'm wearing?" asked Dee innocently. "Even better and even more expensive, if necessary," Zoe assured him. They began browsing through the mall until Zoe suddenly stopped in front of a window display. "In here," she said taking Dee by the arm. Zoe went straight up to a rack and pulled a dress off the rail "Try this one missy," she said huskily. The dress was a slim below knee dress with a white top and floral patterned skirt. Two features made it stand out. One was the short floaty sleeves and the other was the clever twist detail at the front of the dress that was really eye catching. When Dee emerged from the changing room and modeled for his lover Zoe shook her head in admiration. "We are getting that," she said firmly. "But Zoe it costs a lot more than four pounds," Dee protested. "Money well spent," Zoe pronounced emphatically. Dee changed back into his old dress and emerged from the changing room. Zoe promptly grabbed the new dress and took it up to the counter to pay. "Well that's all done," said Zoe brightly. "Now we can go over to your Mum's and then head home and relax before we go out." "There's one more place I want to visit, come with me," said Dee as she led the way out of the shop. They walked to the other end of the mall and Dee entered a shop called Tall Girl. "What are we doing in here?" asked Zoe. "Getting you a dress for tonight," replied Dee. "But I never wear dresses," protested Zoe. "Please wear one tonight; it would mean a lot to me," said Dee. "Dresses make me look huge," complained Zoe. Dee took both her hands in his and looked up at her. "Zoe my darling, I think you are absolutely beautiful and you would look fantastic in the right dress. Come on, try some on and if they don't look right we can forget it." Zoe sighed and said, "Okay Dee, I'll try some on, but no promises." They both began to browse the racks and Dee quickly pulled a couple of dresses out. "These are long, which I think is the best style for you." Zoe sighed and took them into the changing room. The first dress was black with a satin skirt and a bow at the waist. Dee shook his head and said, "No that one is too formal, let's see the other." When Zoe emerged Dee clapped his hands in delight. "Zoe that is perfect, you look absolutely stunning." The dress was light blue with a halter neck that tied at the back of the neck in an elegant bow. The full skirt flowed to the floor and swirled about Zoe's legs. "It's nice," admitted Zoe, "But I think I look funny with bare arms; they are so muscly." "Zoe I adore your muscly arms and I love it when you bare them; they are incredibly sexy." "Do you really think it is okay?" asked Zoe hesitantly. "No it's not okay, it's sensational; please say you'll wear it tonight." Zoe's face broke into a lovely warm smile. "It is nice," she said. "Okay I will wear it tonight." Dee immediately gave her a big hug. They left the shop and were about to go back to the car when Zoe suddenly stopped and looked in the window of a jewelers. "Dee we need engagement rings," she said, "Let's go in and look." They both looked through the display cases at all the different styles. "Are you looking for you or me?" asked Dee. "You of course; I'll let you choose mine, but I will have the final word. Let's see how good we are at guessing the others taste." 10 minutes later they reconvened and Zoe held out a ring; it was a simple silver ring with one white glittering diamond in the center. Dee gasped when he saw it. "Zoe it's beautiful, please put it on my finger." Zoe did and Dee stood admiring it, tilting it this way and that to catch the light on the diamond. "Would you like to try a different one?" asked Zoe. Dee shook his head and his eyes began to tear up. "It's just perfect; feminine but not over the top. The fact that it was chosen by you makes it extra special." "I'm so glad," said Zoe. "Now show me what you chose for me." Dee shyly extended his hand and opened it. In the center of his palm nestled a plane gold band with a spiral design. Zoe took it and carefully scrutinsed it before putting it back in Dee's hand. "Don't you like it?" said Dee, sounding a little disappointed. "I love it, but I want you to put it on my finger," said Zoe with a husky voice. They stood in the center of the shop holding each other's left hand and gazing at the rings. "Looks like it's official," said Dee and they exchanged kisses. Both rings needed slight alterations for the perfect fit and the shop assistant promised that both would be ready in a week. They were about to leave when Zoe suddenly said "Dee take a seat over there I need to talk to the young lady here," said Zoe pointing to a chair over in one corner. Puzzled, Dee sat for a while until Zoe came over. "Close your eyes Dee I have a surprise for you," said Zoe as she stood in front of Dee. A minute later Dee gave a little yelp as he felt a sharp sting in one ear followed soon after by the same feeling in the other ear. "You can open now," said Zoe and Dee found himself looking into a hand mirror and the feminine studs he now sported in each ear. "What do you think?" asked Zoe. "I love them," cried Dee, "I can't wait until I can wear long dangly earrings. Thank you so much Zoe that was a marvelous idea." Zoe and Dee left the shop feeling very happy. Dee phoned ahead to ensure that his mother was home. She was delighted to be getting a visit from her son and girlfriend and insisted on preparing lunch. Dee's Mum, Denise, had been able to stay in the same house that Dee and his sisters had grown up in and was now well off financially, but that had not always been the case. For the first few years after her husband died things were difficult. Denise was doing office work which did not pay well so she used some of the life insurance money her husband had fortunately taken out, to go to university where she got a degree in psychology. She began to specialize in sports psychology and quickly became a much sort after figure with wealthy sports teams. She came to the front door to greet them as soon as Zoe's car pulled up in front of the house. Denise welcomed them warmly and showed no surprise in seeing her son in a dress. She was a similar height to Dee and although not of a bulky build she was still very well-muscled. She had found that after lifetime of hard exercise her body still craved it. In addition to her work with athlete's minds she also coached javelin throwers and was in fact the coach for the most promising male javelin thrower in the country. When they went into the house Denise had lunch already waiting on the table. "It's nothing fancy, just a salad and some cold cuts," she apologised. "Mum it's great," said Dee as he began to tuck in. "So to what do I owe the honour of this pleasant surprise?" asked Denise. "Zoe and I just got engaged and I'm going to be the bride," said Dee with his mouth full of chicken. After a lifetime of living with her son few things surprised her about him and she had long ago learned not to react to Dee's more outrageous escapades. "Dee, don't speak with your mouthful; it's very rude," she admonished him. "If you are going to be the bride does that mean you are going to be Zoe's wife? I only ask so that I know how to address you." Dee had finished chewing and answered, "Yes that seems to be the plan." Denise sighed deeply. "Well Zoe I do hope you know what you are taking on; this little devil can be quite outrageous." "Partly why I love him," replied Zoe. Denise came over and gave them both a big hug. "My dears I am really delighted with your news and only hope that I will have the honour of escorting my son down the aisle in his wedding dress." "Thanks Mum, your support, as always, means so much and of course I want you to escort me. I'll also want you, Jess and Sam to help me choose a dress." Denise gave a short laugh and said, "I wouldn't rely too much on Sam's opinion, she is not very knowledgeable about dresses." "Well she will be wearing one for the wedding because she and Jess are going to be my bridesmaids." "I'm looking forward to seeing that," said Denise with a big grin. When they left an hour later Zoe could not stop talking about how Denise had accepted the news. "Oh Mum's really great," Dee assured her. "She certainly is," said Zoe in admiration. When they got back to Zoe's house they took Mycroft out for a run and then started to get ready for their evening. When they were finally ready Dee looked at Zoe and said, "My God, you are just beautiful." Zoe blushed and muttered something about Dee being silly. "Zoe why are you so afraid of your femininity?" asked Dee. "What do you mean?" "You seem unwilling to recognise that you are a sexy, beautiful woman. By your own admission you never wear dresses and I had to plead with you to buy the one you are wearing. You did buy it, but I think more for me than yourself. My darling, it is a side of you that needs developing and I would love to assist." Zoe sighed and said, "You are probably right. I suppose it goes back to when I was a girl wanting to play the boys games and being told that I couldn't because I was a girl; it used to make me so angry. Later on it was the feeling of being patronized by smug men and being made to feel that I was doing pretty well for a girl. Maybe the effect of all that has made me stay away from anything feminine for fear of appearing weak. There were times when I hated being a girl and wished I could have turned into a boy." "Thank goodness you didn't," said Dee, "or I would have been completely screwed." Zoe laughed and gave him a kiss. "Time to go Dee, we don't want to miss our reservation." Zoe had not told Dee where they were going and when they approached the entrance of the restaurant she said, "Recognise it?" "Yes of course I do; this is where you brought me last week for our supposedly last night out together before I went to work in the city. I wore that nice suit you bought me, but I'll tell you what, I'm much happier wearing this lovely dress." They went inside and were shown to the same table they had dined at the week before. "I can't believe that it's been less than a week," said Dee after they had ordered cocktails. "I feel, perhaps for the first time, that I am becoming who I really want to be." "I'm just delighted that I can be part of it Dee," said Zoe. "I know that it won't be an easy ride, but you will always have my love and unconditional support." "Thank you darling, you are making my dream a reality," said Dee as he took a hasty gulp of his cocktail to hide his emotion. "I want to make sure that your dream does not turn into a nightmare," said Zoe. "Nightmares end when you wake up," said Dee, "and when I am with you any nightmare would end." "All the same Dee, I do worry about you. I can't bear to think of you being treated badly. Maybe I'm being too protective but I'm still concerned." "The way I look at it is that if someone I had previously been friendly with rejects me, then they were never a true friend. I don't care about rejection by a stranger." The waiter returned and they gave their meal choices and Zoe ordered a bottle of red wine. "Zoe we need to talk about the role I am going to play in your business; is it the same as I was doing before?" asked Dee. "The same things, but new things as well," replied Zoe. "Rowing is taking up a lot of my time and energy and you take up a lot of my time and energy, but in a good way. Dee I'm going to need you to be more involved in running the business." "In which areas could I be of most help?" "Unfortunately the area you could help the most is one in which you are not trained and that is the legal side, especially reading and drawing up contracts, but you need legal training for that." "Well in that case I'll get legal training." "How?" asked Zoe. "Several universities offer online legal courses. I'll take one during the evenings." "That's a huge amount of work," said Zoe doubtfully "You are worth it," said Dee with a smile. In answer Zoe stood up, came round the table and kissed Dee passionately, to the surprise of the other diners. Their meals came and they ate, drank wine and talked about their future. "We haven't even thought about a date for the wedding," said Dee. Zoe frowned and said, "It might be difficult to plan a date before the Olympics; assuming that I will make the team." "Oh you'll make the team alright," said Dee, "In more ways than one, but I do see your point. That's okay I am fine with a long engagement. I assume that we will live together while we are engaged?" "But of course," said Zoe emphatically, "now that I've got you I don't intend to let go." In response Dee raised his glass and said, "A very wise and mature decision." They finished their meal and the bottle of wine, which together with the strong cocktails made the prospect of driving home completely untenable. Zoe called a taxi company who brought an extra driver to get them home safely. They went up to the bedroom and Zoe unzipped Dee's dress and watched it fall to the floor. Dee moved to do the same for Zoe, but she stopped him. "No my darling, tonight I want you on top so I can work on my feminine side; make love to me Dee," she whispered. Their love making was gentle and tender and lasted a long time. The Rugby Season Begins A week later Dee's rugby club had its first practice, which was preceded by a meeting of the players and coaches. Late that afternoon Dee shut down his computer and went through to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. He decided on a simple pasta dish that could easily be reheated. Zoe had an evening training session so they would both eat later. When it was ready he put it in the fridge and went upstairs to change. He removed his pencil skirt and hung it in the wardrobe while his blouse, slip, bra and panties went into the laundry basket. He changed into an old rugby jersey and shorts and then put some clothes into a bag and his rugby boots into a second bag. With a last look around he left the house and drove to the club. When Dee arrived he quickly slipped into a familiar routine of laughing and joking with his team mates, but below the surface he was nervous about the reception his announcement was going to receive. All the players were weighed and Dee noted that he was almost 5 lb. heavier than his usual weight, which he put down to the intensive training he had done with Zoe during the summer. Charlie, the coach called the group together and talked about the team's goals for the year and what it would take to achieve them. He spoke about the style that he wanted to see them play, which was built on speed and precision. Finally he asked if there were any questions. No one spoke and Charlie was just about to get everyone out onto the field for practice when Dee slowly raised his hand. "I have a question Charlie," he said. "Let's hear it," replied Charlie. "Well it's really a question for the whole team and your answer will determine whether I am going to be playing this year," said Dee. The players looked at each other with puzzled expressions. "I got engaged last week and you all know of her; it's Zoe Cutler." "The Zoe Cutler who used to captain England?" asked someone. "The same one," said Dee. This created a buzz of conversation, which continued till one of the players called out, "Why would that affect whether you play or not; doesn't she want you to?" "Oh no, she would love me to play," said Dee. "But it's much more complicated than that. When I was about 12 I was diagnosed as being on the gender dysphoria spectrum and it's something I have lived with all my life; it's not something you choose, it's the way you are wired. In my case I don't want to become a woman but I need to dress like one, which I suppose makes me a crossdresser. I work for Zoe, who is a sports agent for many female athletes and I wear skirts or dresses to work. I was even a bridesmaid for a friend of my sisters; when Jess baldy sprained her ankle, I filled in because we are almost the same size. I could say a lot more but the real issue is this; when I got engaged to a woman who loves me in skirts, I made a decision to stop switching clothes from boy to girl and back again. From now on the only time I'll wear boy clothes is on the rugby field, but that will only happen if all of you are willing to accept me as I am. Obviously because I am marrying a woman I'm not gay, if anything I'm a lesbian; so you won't have to worry about me lusting after any of you in the shower. Well that's all I've got to say, now it's up to you lot." No one spoke for several seconds and Dee could see most of the players either shuffling their feet and looking at the ground or looking stunned. The silence was finally broken by Jethro, a squat, hairy man, who played in the front row and was renowned for his beer intake after a match. "Do you wear those tight skirts, the sort that make girls arses wiggle?" "Sometimes I do," answered Dee. "Why do you want to know?" "Won't they affect your kicking?" "Jethro, I won't be wearing them on the field, so the answer is no, it won't affect my kicking." "Well that's alright then, shit Dee, you had me worried there for a moment mate." The loud guffaws that greeted this response broke the tension and then Charlie the coach took over. "Right then, if any one objects to the way Dee dresses you can find another club; okay?" "You're a gutsy bugger Dee, fucking weird, but gutsy and I'll back you 100%," said Phil Turner, the team captain. This statement was greeted with roars of agreement from the rest of the team and Dee had trouble keeping his emotions in check. "Thanks guys; you are an ugly pack of bastards, but I love you," Dee croaked. "Right then, let's get cracking and put in some practice," called Charlie and they all ambled out onto the field and within a few minutes they were only focused on the game. Dee felt a little rusty at first, but before long he was firing out passes with speed and accuracy and to his surprise and delight he seemed to have more length on his passes, which he attributed to the strength work he had been doing with Zoe. After an hour of fairly intensive practice Charlie called a halt and the players began to drift back to the clubhouse. "Fancy coming out for a pint Dee?" asked Doug Wetton, Dee's half back partner. "Sorry Doug I promised Zoe I'd come straight back so we could have dinner together." "Dee you aren't even married yet; if you're not careful she'll have you in petticoats." "Never, mate, never," said Dee with a straight face. In the changing room Dee joined the others in the shower and then briskly toweled himself dry. He took his bag to an open area on the bench and with his back to the room removed the clothes and began to dress. He pulled on a pair of lacey panties followed by a full slip; he was just stepping into the navy blue dress when he noticed a sudden silence in the room. Turning he saw the whole team staring at him in astonishment. "What's the matter with you lot, have you never seen a girl getting dressed before? Jethro, be a pet and zip me up would you," Dee said with a cheeky grin. Too startled to protest Jethro came forward and clumsily pulled up the zipper. "Thanks luv," said Dee as he slipped his feet into a pair of 3 inch heels, picked up his 2 bags and sashayed out of the room. At door he turned and blew a kiss at his staring team mates. As the click of his heels faded away Phil shook his head. "The little fuckers barking mad," he said. Dee giggled all the way to his car and on the drive home giggling fits would hit him periodically. When he entered the house he heard Zoe in the kitchen, but she came out into the hall when she heard the door. They stood facing each other. "Ready?" asked Dee. Zoe nodded and he click clacked across the floor as fast as he could and leapt into Zoe's waiting arms. He wrapped his legs around her waist and clung to her neck; his dress rode up revealing his frilly slip. "Zoe I've been a bad girl; take me upstairs and fuck me." "With pleasure," said Zoe and carried her giggling lover up to the bedroom where she was quickly astride him thrusting his hardness inside her. When they had finished Dee looked up at Zoe and said, "Thank you my love, I think that has taught me a lesson." Zoe stroked his cheek and said, "Dee did you really wear that dress to your rugby practice?" "No I changed into my rugby kit here and put the dress on after the practice." "I take that to mean they accepted you?" "They were brilliant, every one of them. Honestly Zoe I almost cried I was so moved by their support." "Then in what way have you been a bad girl?" asked Zoe curiously. "I got Jethro to zip me into my dress; poor guy was bright red." Zoe was convulsed with laughter and it took her a while to recover. "You little minx, what am I going to do with you?" she finally managed to say. "Kiss me and then have dinner with me after which I can curl up in your arms on the couch." "Do you think that will help make you a good girl?" "Probably not, but it will feel wonderful," said Dee with a happy sigh. The First Game It was a Saturday morning 2 weeks later and Dee and Zoe were having a late breakfast because Zoe had done an early morning river session with her rowing crew. Dee's first game of the season was that afternoon so he decided to breakfast late and skip lunch. "Are you nervous Dee?" asked Zoe. "I'd be lying if I said no, but then I'm always a little on edge before a game," admitted Dee. Zoe was quiet for a moment and then she said, "Dee I don't think you should wear a dress to the game, at least not this first time; why not wait and see how this one plays out." "Oh I wasn't planning to," said Dee. "Dee, I'm so relieved. I worry about you and I wish I could be there to support you, but we have a wretched team meeting this afternoon. I'm glad you aren't going in a dress." "Yes Zoe I agree with you; a dress would not be appropriate for the first game, so I'm going to wear my denim skirt, a simple top and a leather jacket." "Dee," howled Zoe, "That's not what I meant and you know it." Dee rose from the table and put his arms around Zoe's neck. "My darling, this is who I am and I'm not running away from it." Zoe clutched him fiercely, sobbed a little and said, "You crazy little bitch, I love you so much." She let him go and walked out of the room. A few minutes later Dee heard the front door close, Zoe's car start up and then silence. Dee tidied the kitchen and did some of the laundry until it was time to get ready. His rugby kit was all packed and so he just had to get dressed. He decided not to wear a bra, but instead wore a full white slip with a lacy border, a long sleeve T-shirt and the denim skirt he mentioned to Zoe. He laced up a pink pair of runners and had just finished when he heard the tooting of a horn outside. It was Doug Wetton who had arranged to give Dee a ride to the game. Dee grabbed his bag and his leather jacket and headed out to join his friend. "Wow Dee you are really doing this," was Doug's greeting. "Ever known me to duck a challenge," Dee replied with a grin. The first game of the season was to be played at Dee's team's home ground and when they got there some of the opposition was just assembling outside the changing rooms. They stared at Dee in disbelief as he and Doug wandered into the home teams changing room. Dee's team was playing a club from Bedford, which had a reputation for a hard uncompromising, no prisoners taken style of play. "Shit Dee you certainly know how to choose your entry," said Doug when they were inside, "Bedford are about the hardest lot we will face." "Had to happen eventually," said Dee philosophically. After having seen Dee arrive for several practices wearing either a skirt or dress his team mates were not fazed by Dee's appearance. However the opposition was agog when they saw Dee lining up with his team mates for the game. His long hair was tied up in a double pony tail and his eyebrows had a typically feminine arch. "Fucking hell," said one of them, "their number nine is the one who arrived wearing a skirt." "Oh I'm going to enjoy this game," said one of their number; a tall raw boned flanker, who looked as though he were badly in need of a shave. The game was only a few minutes old when Zoe arrived. Her meeting had been cut short because the coach had a sudden emergency, so she decided to come and cheer on Dee. She had just taken here place when Dee's team was awarded the put in at a scrum inside Bedford's half. The ball was heeled back to Dee and he stepped back and put in a high kick and prepared to follow it, when he was clattered to the ground by the sinister looking flanker in an outrageously late tackle. There was an immediate blast of the referee's whistle and Bedford was penalized where the ball landed. Dee was a little slow getting up but was delighted his team had the penalty. Zoe was not so pleased and was clenching her fists in rage on the touchline. The referee had some sharp words with the offender and then Doug Wetton stepped up and landed an easy goal. A few minutes later there was another scrum, this time with Bedford's advantage. As Dee waited for the opposing packs to engage the evil eyed flanker leered up at him. "I hope yer made yer will before the game girlie, cause you won't make it to full time," he grated. Dee smiled sweetly and replied, "Yes I did and you'll be pleased to know that I've left you all my dresses." Evil eye's team mates were laughing so hard that they lost the scrum and Dee's team almost scored from the resulting play. As the game went on Dee began to enjoy himself more and more. He felt quicker and stronger than ever before, which he attributed to training with Zoe, but there was something else, a feeling of delightful freedom, which he attributed correctly to being in love. The game was hard fought and the only other scores were a penalty goal apiece, so that at half time Dee's side led by 6 points to 3. Shortly after the game restarted, the evil eyed flanker got hold of the ball in broken play and seeing Dee in front of him accelerated, hoping to run all over this annoying little pest. Zoe watched with growing horror as the scene unfolded in front of her. She was very familiar with the process as she had many times run at one of the smaller players to soften them up and she feared the outcome; Dee was so much smaller than his towering opponent. Dee stood his ground and at the last moment launched himself forwards and struck his opponent squarely in the midriff with his shoulder in a perfectly timed tackle. Evil eye was flung backwards and crashed heavily to the ground where he lay winded for some time. Eventually he got to his feet, glared in Dee's direction and resumed his place. Ten minutes later a similar situation arose and once again Dee found himself in the path of his old enemy. This time the player had lowered his shoulder to prevent a similar tackle and Zoe clenched her fists in anticipation, because that is exactly what she would have done. This time however Dee dived low and hit his adversary just above the ankles, launching him backwards into a sickening impact with the firm ground. After this all the Bedford team gave Dee a wide birth and no one tried to run him over. Late in the game Dee's team won a scrum near the Bedford line. Dee dummied to pass left, but instead darted round the opposite side of the scrum, an area that was supposed to be guarded by evil eye. However, as a result of the earlier punishment he had taken he was a little slow getting into position and Dee was able to scoot over for a try. Doug added the extra points and soon after the game was over. As Dee and his team mates trooped off the field he suddenly felt a large hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw his old enemy from the Bedford team grinning at him. "Well played you little bastard, they'll be a beer waiting for you in the club house." And he ambled off to join his mates. Zoe decided to go for a walk to give Dee time to shower and change and then to accompany him into the club house as back up. However just as she was returning she received an important call from a client that required a few more calls to get the necessary information. It was over an hour later before she was able to get back to the clubhouse which was now full of rugby players. She was recognised by a few and had to stop to chat but eventually she made her excuses and went looking for Dee. There was a knot of men over in one corner and as she got closer she heard a loud voice saying, "I don't understand, why are you are wearing that skirt in here." She started to push through the crowd in case her help was needed when she heard Dee's voice in reply. "I'm glad you asked that Don, because I want to set the record straight. Zoe, my fianc?e, thought it wouldn't be appropriate to wear a pretty dress to the game and I had to agree with her. I decided that I needed a tougher look, nothing girlie. The choice came down to either a denim or black leather skirt and since I was planning to wear a leather jacket I went with the denim." By now Zoe had reached the edge of the group and saw Dee and Don, his recent enemy sitting across from each other with 2 pints of Guinness in each of their hands. As she watched, Dee put one glass down and raised his skirt slightly to reveal the edge of a white lacy slip. "But Don, I didn't want to toughen the look too much, you know, come across as too macho, so I wore a nice slip underneath as you can see." Don stared for a moment and then burst into a loud guffaw and slapped Dee heartily on the back, causing him to spill some of his drink. It was at this point that Dee looked up and saw Zoe. His face broke into a beaming smile and he cried, "Zoe, my love, what a wonderful surprise! Come and meet Don; Don meet Zoe my fianc?e." Don lurched to his feet and thrust one of the pint glasses at Zoe. "Zoe Cutler? I can't believe it: are you really going to marry this little fucker?" Zoe, recognising a real rugby type when she saw one, grinned and said, "That seems to be what is going to happen." "Ah Zoe no," he cried. "You could do so much better; this one's as crazy as a shithouse rat." Zoe took a large slurp of beer, smiled and said, "That's probably why I love him." They spent another hour swapping rugby yarns, by which time Dee was very well lubricated. Zoe finally took hold of her lover and said, "Don I'm sorry to break up the party but I'd better get this one home." "Thank goodness for that," roared Don, "The little bastard took me to the cleaners on the rugby field, so I don't want him to do the same in the bar." As Zoe began to guide Dee away Don called out, "Dee you should play for a women's team next year, you're too bloody tough for us." And then roared with laughter at his own joke. By the time Zoe got them home Dee was barely conscious. She managed to get him upstairs and into his nightdress before he collapsed onto the bed. She shook her head as she looked at him, "Don was right," she thought. "You are a crazy little fucker, but I'm so much in love with you it almost hurts." When she came up to bed a couple of hours later after a dinner by herself, Dee was sleeping peacefully. Zoe undressed, climbed into bed, put her arms around Dee and joined him in slumber. When Dee awoke he felt as though a blacksmith was hammering inside his head. "Water," he croaked and Zoe, who was beside him, handed him a glass that was on the bedside table. She also handed him two white tablets which he quickly swallowed with a mouthful of water. Zoe put her arms around him and gently pulled him into her so that his head rested between her breasts. "Oh you look a tragic sight my love," she said sympathetically. "I think I'll switch to netball," moaned Dee. "They don't seem to get as wasted after their games." "You'd certainly look cute in one of their dresses," observed Zoe with a grin. "That would be nice," sighed Dee, "I wonder if I could do both." "You won't have time once you start your university course," Zoe pointed out. "I suppose you are right," said Dee; "I wish my head didn't hurt so much." "I've got a cure for that," said Zoe as she climbed on top of him and lifted his nightdress. Dee gasped as he slid inside her. "Oh I feel better already." Back to Work The office work that Dee did every day was much the same as what he had done when he was working for Zoe previously; answering the phone, contacting clients and arranging Zoe's schedule. However because of the amount of time Zoe was having to put into her rowing training, Dee gradually began to do more direct work with the more established clients. Sometimes this involved meeting with them personally and reviewing their needs and sometimes it required him to try to find new sponsors. Because he had accompanied Zoe to several meetings with potential sponsors he had developed the ability to get the most for their clients. The clients also appreciated the fact that Dee put in extra effort to really understand the finer points of their sport; whether it was a triathlete, a tennis player or a track and field specialist Dee made sure that he was very well prepared. The online University courses were 3 nights a week for two hours and of course this did not include time for tests and study. On these nights he would finish early in the office so that when Zoe arrived home dinner was prepared and he was able to greet her wearing a nice dress. "My darling Dee," said Zoe as she hugged him when he greeted her at the front door one evening, "My training is brutally tough, but what gets me through it is thinking of you waiting for me, in your pretty dress, when I get home, just like you promised. You really are the perfect wife." Dee beamed with pleasure and replied, "Wearing a pretty dress for you is an easy promise to keep, just think how much better a wife I'll be after we are married." That night as he lay in bed Dee thought back to the day he had returned to ask for his old job back and to propose to Zoe and he suddenly thought of something. The next day he did an extensive search on the computer and made some phone calls. He called Zoe and told her that he would be out of the office for a while in the early afternoon but would be home in time to greet her for dinner. He hurried out of the house, got into his car and drove to an address he had found online. 40 minutes later he emerged again and drove home very pleased with himself. He made an extra effort to cook one of Zoe's favourite meals and made sure that the aroma of the casserole filled the kitchen. He then went upstairs and carefully chose a dress that Zoe was especially fond of and quickly changed into it and when she finally walked through the door he had a cocktail in hand waiting for her on a try. Zoe took it and Dee dropped into a dainty curtsey. "Welcome home my darling," he said and reached up and kissed Zoe gently on the lips. "Well that's a lovely reception," Zoe started to say, but then she noticed the slightly guilty look on Dee's face. "Dee do you have something to tell me?" asked Zoe suspiciously. Dee was flustered. "No, no of course not," he said, "I made your favourite dinner." "Dee you are hiding something. Why is that door closed? Who is hiding in there?" said Zoe indicating the door to the sitting room which was always kept open. "Oh no reason," said Dee hastily trying to stand in front of the door. Zoe merely lifted him off his feet, turned him round and quickly pulled the door open. She stepped back in astonishment, her mouth open, but incapable of speech. Looking up at her and wagging its tail was a large black and white dog. It was obvious that the dog's parents were in no way related because it clearly did not belong to any known breed. There were traces of sheep dog, retriever and goodness knows what else. "Dee what is this dog doing here?" asked Zoe. "It doesn't appear to be doing anything Zoe," replied Dee. "Alright Miss Pedantic, allow me to rephrase the question; why is this dog here in the sitting room?" At this Dee became quite flustered and when he was flustered his speech became quite rambling. "Zoe surely you remember when I came back to ask for my old job back; well actually I came back to sort of suggest that we might marry, at least that I would wear a white dress and we'd live together. I promised you then that I'd cook you nutritious meals and wear a pretty dress when you got home and I have cooked good meals and I have worn pretty dresses. I also said that perhaps we could get a dog and that when I leapt into your arms when you got home we could either make love noisily or take the dog for a walk and then I asked you what we should call the dog and you said you didn't care as long as it wasn't a bitch, because one bitch, me I suppose, was enough in the house." Here he paused for breath and Zoe did her best to suppress a smile. "Well anyway," Dee continued, "This is the dog and he's not a bitch; look and see." And now Dee lifted the dog's leg to display his very obvious male equipment. "He's very intelligent; his name is Mycroft; you know Sherlock Holmes ......" "Yes I'm aware of the literary allusion. Putting aside the animal's possible intelligence for the moment, my question is why you would simply go out and buy a dog without consulting me?" Dee looked positively wretched as he tried to answer. "I meant to consult you Zoe, I really did, but I thought I'd just take a look to see what was available and then I saw Mycroft and I simply couldn't leave him behind. He was due to be destroyed because no one wanted him and he looked at me with such misery, that I simply had to take him. He is well behaved and he'll be really useful around the house." "Explain," snapped Zoe. In actual fact she was delighted to have a dog, but she couldn't resist the temptation to have some fun with Dee. "Well he could fetch things," said Dee desperately. "Such as?" inquired Zoe sardonically. Dee thought for a moment and then he had an inspiration. "Zoe you are always leaving things on the floor in the bedroom, like your socks and underwear; we could train Mycroft to pick them up and put them in the laundry basket." Zoe had the greatest difficulty keeping a straight face. "Listen Missy," she said putting her hands on her hips, "I occasionally find it mildly erotic to have you remove my knickers with your teeth, but it's quite another matter having a dog cavorting around the house with our lingerie hanging from its jaws. Dee I'm most annoyed; you've been a bad girl and you know what happens to bad girls don't you?" "They get fucked?" asked Dee hopefully. "No they get punished," said Zoe sternly. "You aren't going to spank me are you?" asked Dee. "No I'm not going to spank you, although I probably could, because I don't believe in hitting my wife or fianc?e. You are going to have to do some extra work as a punishment. Now come upstairs with me." Zoe turned on her heel and marched upstairs and into the bedroom, followed by Dee and Mycroft. Zoe rummaged around in the bottom of her wardrobe and emerged with a box which she tossed on the bed. "I got this shortly after you moved back; I thought it would come in handy, so get changed and come and present yourself to me in the sitting room," she said and promptly stalked out. Dee moved to the bed and opened the box. He gave a start of surprise as he saw the contents. It was a French Maid outfit together with stiletto heels and his heart raced as he looked at it. He slowly removed his dress and took the uniform out of the box and placed it on the bed. The first item he inspected was a gorgeous white satin open bottom girdle with garter straps. He stepped into it carefully and attached the hook and eye closure followed by the strong zip. It held him in a firm embrace and he could feel the excitement in his penis, which was held prisoner in the lacy prison. He attached the dark stockings making sure that the seams were straight. With a little shiver he pulled the fluffy, rustly petticoat up to his waist and tied it in place with a pretty bow. Finally the dress, which he pulled over his head and slowly lowered down his body and over the petticoat. The dress was black satin of excellent quality and unusually in that sort of uniform it came down to his knees and billowed out. He attached the pretty apron and tied it into a perfect bow before stepping into the high heels. There was one item remaining on the bed and he looked at it for a while before attaching the little white, lace cap to Mycroft's furry head with the aid of a hair clip. After a quick check in the mirror he clicked out of the room with Mycroft and went downstairs to report to Zoe. She was lounging on the couch and she looked up when Dee entered. He stood before her and curtsied, while Mycroft sat next to him. "Turn around," barked Zoe as she inspected him from behind. "Not bad, but your curtsey needs some practice; now go and get me another cocktail and bring it here on a tray and be quick." Dee scuttled out and Zoe had to grab a cushion and jam it in her mouth to drown out her laughter at the sight of Mycroft in his lace cap. Dee returned curtsied again and presented the drink to Zoe who merely nodded. "Right maid, go upstairs and make up a bed on top of the large chest of drawers. You may use the cushions on the bay window bench and I want a satin sheet cover and my pillow. When you are finished inspect your work carefully because I don't want any wrinkles. After that just stand by the new bed in a respectful position; I will be up presently." Dee returned to the bedroom and went over to the chest of drawers. It was a fine old piece of furniture from a different age, an age of solid workmanship and generous size. The chest was at least 2 and1/2 feet wide and came up to shoulder height. Dee immediately knew Zoe's intentions and it made him shake with excitement. He arranged cushions from the bench to cover the top of the chest and then covered them with a satin sheet, making sure there were no wrinkles. He fetched Zoe's pillow and placed it at one end and finally placed a chair next to the chest. When he was finished he stood with his knees together and hands folded in front of him, waiting for Zoe's entry. She swept into the room a few minutes later with Mycroft at her heels. She made a quick inspection of the new bed and nodded. "Perhaps you would like to tell me the duties of a maid," she said addressing Dee. Dee curtsied politely and said, "To serve his Mistress." "Good start," observed Zoe. "Pray continue." "Help her undress" "Correct again; now do your duty." Zoe was wearing a smart trouser suit, so Dee first removed her jacket and hung it in the wardrobe. He returned and helped her off with her blouse, which he placed in the laundry basket. He slowly undid her trousers and carefully lowered them down her legs and helped her step out of them. Zoe was now standing in her underwear and Dee went behind her and released her bra allowing her gorgeous full breasts to fall forward. He knelt and removed her shoes and her knee high stockings. Lastly he slid her silky panties down her legs and placed them in the basket. Zoe stood there completely naked. She had a spectacular body; the body of a highly trained athlete. She was 6 foot 2 inches in her bare feet with powerful shoulders and muscular arms. Her 6 pack would have been the envy of any young man and her legs had the definition usually found in cyclists. Dee loved seeing her naked and this time it almost made him swoon. "Help me onto the bed, maid," Zoe commanded and Dee took her hand as she stepped onto the chair and watched as she hoisted herself up onto the chest. Zoe settled herself comfortably on the pillow and scooted down a little so that her magnificent pussy was level with the end of the chest. What else do maids do?" she asked in a languid voice. "Clean, my lady," said Dee as he bobbed another curtsey. "Yes you will clean your lady; well get started girl, you have a lot of work ahead of you; I shall want 3 orgasms before you are done." Dee went to the end of the chest and as he expected Zoe's pussy was level with his mouth. He reached forwards with his tongue and started his task, while Zoe leaned back and sighed and Mycroft whimpered by the bed. An hour later Dee was finally able to stop as Zoe peaked for the third time. He gave her a gentle kiss and stood back. Zoe gracefully descended from the chest and beckoned her maid forward. "Thank you my naughty little maid; now it's time for me to fuck you, so get up onto the bed." Dee positively jumped onto the bed and lay back as Zoe climbed on top of him and lifted his dress and petticoat. "My, what a gorgeous girdle you have little one. Let's just loosen it and see what we find underneath. Oh hello my friend, I have a special place for you," Zoe said as Dee's cock sprang out of its satin prison. She thrust it inside her and in contrast to the gentleness of the previous hour she began to ride as though possessed by demons. Dee screamed, Mycroft howled and then it was all over. Zoe leaned forwards and gently kissed Dee on the forehead. "Put you pretty dress back on my sweet and let's take Mycroft for a walk before we have your delicious dinner." A few minutes later Dee appeared downstairs wearing the pretty dress he had on when Zoe first arrived home. "You look wonderful darling; I think that's my favourite dress. Now do you have a lead for Mycroft?" "No," replied Dee. "No matter," said Zoe airily, "we can use a piece of rope for now and get him a proper one tomorrow." "You mean he can stay?" asked Dee in astonishment. "Of course he can, he seems like a lovely dog and as you say I'm sure he'll be very helpful retrieving your panties after I've ripped them off you in the bedroom." "But Zoe I thought you didn't want him," said a mystified Dee. Zoe couldn't hold it any longer; she seized Dee in a great bear hug. "Oh darling I'm so sorry, I just couldn't resist leading you on; I know it was very wicked of me, but your cleaning efforts were just out of this world." At this point she began to shake with laughter and when she eventually stopped she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. Dee didn't know whether to be relieved or angry so he just said, "Zoe you are a beast, I'll never take you seriously again." Zoe put her arm around him and together they walked out the door with a very pleased Mycroft in attendance. Zoe was lying in bed when Dee came in from the bathroom. He was wearing a long silky nightdress that shimmered as he moved. Zoe looked up and smiled as she pulled back the covers. When Dee climbed into bed she reached across and pulled him in to her warm embrace. Zoe always slept naked and she loved the feel of Dee's nightdress against her skin. "Thank you darling for a truly wonderful evening," she said as she held his head against her breasts. "A wonderful wife to greet me, a lovely dinner, amazing sex and a new dog; life doesn't get any better than this." Dee reached up and kissed her. "By the way, I love my new maid's uniform; maybe I should get you one and we can be little maids together." "Maybe," said Zoe as she settled down to sleep. Soon they both dozed off and Mycroft took the opportunity of climbing stealthily onto the bed and curling up between their feet. When he awoke the next morning Dee found that Zoe and Mycroft were not there. He rolled out of bed, spent some time in the bathroom getting ready and then put on a comfortable dress. As he was getting ready he could hear Zoe downstairs saying "That's it, good dog, clever boy." Pleased that they seemed to be getting on so well he headed downstairs into the kitchen. He was surprised to see Zoe wearing a skirt, something she seldom did. When he remarked on it she said, "Oh I thought you'd be pleased that I'm getting in touch with my feminine side." "You do look great in skirts Zoe, I wish you'd wear them more often," said Dee. "I can't compete with you my love," said Zoe with a smile. "Dee do you mind making breakfast, I've been out with Mycroft otherwise I would have started?" "Scrambled eggs and bacon?" asked Dee opening the fridge. "Excellent," said Zoe, "I'll lay the table." Dee was at the counter mixing eggs with some milk and starting to beat the mixture when he heard Zoe say, "Mycroft, seek." The next moment Dee felt the hem of his dress lifted and a cold wet nose jabbed against the back of his thigh causing him to give a little squeak. Dee turned around quickly and saw Mycroft with his head under his dress and then heard Zoe convulsing with laughter. "Zoe, you taught the dog to do that," he cried. "That's a dirty trick; you know upskirting is illegal" By now Zoe was holding her sides, helpless with laughter. "That's why you are wearing a skirt, it's got nothing to do with getting in touch with your feminine side," Dee said indignantly. When she had recovered Zoe came over and hugged Dee. "I'm sorry my darling I couldn't resist it. I know you are a fearsome rugby player, but being in skirts makes you so wonderfully vulnerable and dear Mycroft just demonstrated one aspect of that vulnerability. Now I think I'll just pop upstairs and change; I believe I have communicated with my feminine side enough for one day." And she left the kitchen still chortling to herself. She came down a few minutes later just as Dee was putting the plates on the table. They ate in silence for a while until Zoe looked at Dee with concern. "You are very quiet Dee, is something bothering you?" Dee gave a little smile and shook his head. "Dee I'm sorry if I took my teasing too far last night and just now, I didn't mean to hurt you," Zoe said in an apologetic tone. Dee got up and went round to Zoe's chair, which was now pulled back from the table and sat on her lap. He put his arms around her neck and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm not upset Zoe, far from it. I was quiet because I was thinking about why I love you so much." "Why do you?" asked Zoe, her voice just a whisper. "I'll show you," said Dee and he pulled his chair around so that he sat just opposite to Zoe. He put his elbow on the table and raised his hand. "Let's arm wrestle," he said. "Really?" asked Zoe in surprise. Dee nodded so they engaged hands and on a count of 3 started. 8 seconds later Dee's arm was flat on the table. "That's one of the reasons," said Dee as he sat back on Zoe's lap. Zoe was completely mystified. "You love me because I can beat you at arm wrestling?" Dee kissed her again. "Zoe it's not that I'm a weakling, I'm not, but as you just demonstrated you are much stronger than me; hell you are stronger than most men, even those who work out seriously and yet you have never used your strength against me. Yes you teased me last night and this morning, but you never used force. Last night when you said I was going to be punished, I asked if you were going to spank me. I know full well that if you had wanted to you could probably have pinned me down, tied my hands behind me and put me over your knee and given me a playful spanking. But you never did; you never took advantage of your physical superiority. You joked just now that you loved me being in skirts because it made me vulnerable and I know you were joking, but the truth is I love feeling just a little vulnerable when I'm with you because I trust you so completely. You have never forced me to wear skirts and dresses; I do it because I love to and I know you love me to wear them, but you always treat me with complete respect and that's why I love you so much." Zoe was unable to respond beyond hugging him fiercely and soaking the front of his dress with her tears. Eventually she was able to say, "Come on darling, let's take Mycroft out for a very long walk in the country, I just want to be close to you all day." The Dinner Party It was three months later, just a couple of weeks before Christmas that Zoe came to Dee with a request. "Dee I would love to have the rowing eight over for a pre-Christmas dinner party." "Which day did you have in mind?" asked Dee. "I was thinking of next Saturday." "That's fine with me," replied Dee. "Are we doing the cooking?" Zoe had the grace to look guilty. "I'm sorry darling, I'm not going to be much help as we have a full day of training; can you possibly manage on your own?" "Oh sure," said Dee agreeably, "I'll get Mycroft to help. Would pasta and salad be okay?" "Perfect," said Zoe. "Dee you are an absolute darling for doing this; I promise to make it up to you." "Christmas is coming," remembered Dee. "Something glamorous would be an acceptable thank you." "I'll do my best," replied Zoe. "By the way my sweet, they do eat a lot." "Then I'll do the pasta in a cement mixer," declared Dee. "By the way, how would you like to present me to your team mates? Would you be more comfortable with me in boy mode?" Zoe came over and placed her hands on Dee's shoulders and regarded him with a serious look. "I will have enormous pride and pleasure in presenting you as my fianc?e. I want you to appear as you, nothing more, nothing less. Dee my darling, you must decide who that you is." And then she kissed him. "I just don't want to embarrass you," said Dee. "Dee I'm the one who will embarrass you in the future by having taught Mycroft to stick his head up your skirt." Dee giggled and said, "Actually I find that quite funny, although a cold nose on bare legs is a bit of a shock in this weather. The problem will be if he does it to other women when we are out." "No worries, he will only do it on command," said Zoe. "That's okay then, I don't mind if he does it to me, but it does seem more the sort of trick a husband would play," said Dee. "Would you like me to be your husband?" asked Zoe with a twinkle in her eye. "I don't mind as long as I can be your wife. But going back to what we were talking about before with respect to what I should wear; if you really don't mind I would like to wear a dress or skirt for the party; it really is who I am." "I was hoping you'd say that," said Zoe giving him another kiss. Dee was not surprised that it was Zoe who had offered to host a special party for her crew. Although she had only been on the team for 6 months and was the least experienced rower, she had become the unofficial heart and soul of the crew, due to her ferocious work rate in training and racing. She raised the standard of her crewmates because they were forced to match her output and they all held her in awe. Zoe had promised to organise drinks and on the Thursday she arrived home with a couple of cases of wine and another one of beer. "They'll bring their own," she said, "But we don't want to run out." On Friday Dee shouldered his knapsack and went into the town center with Mycroft to get supplies. 8 lb. of mincemeat, several large onions, tomatoes and mushrooms filled the sack and the pasta had to be carried by hand. When they got home Dee remembered the salad and so they had to go back, which Mycroft did not mind at all. When Dee awoke Saturday morning Zoe had already left for the day but she had left a note on the kitchen table. "Dee, we'll probably all arrive together around 6.30-7.00 and knowing the girls they will likely be ravenous, so it would be a good idea to eat soon after they get here. Hope your day is not too hectic. Love you- Zoe." Dee finished breakfast and went upstairs to dress. Because he loved to listen to rock music and dance to it while he cooked, Dee chose a heavy, full skirt that would swirl around his legs as he moved to the music, loving the caress of skirt and petticoat against his legs. He paired this with an old sweater and some comfortable flat shoes and headed back to the kitchen to start the dinner. Mycroft was very attentive and also very willing to assist cleaning bowls and pots after they had been emptied. The morning passed quickly and after a late lunch Dee took Mycroft out for an hours walk and returned to finish preparations. By 6 o'clock everything was ready except the pasta, but even that was in a big pot waiting for the water to be added. Dee went back upstairs and had a quick shower before putting on some makeup, and brushing out his long hair. He decided that he wanted to wear a bra and selected one of his laciest and paired it with a silky camisole. He chose a satin petticoat with 2 tiers of lace and then looked in the wardrobe for a dress. He decided to wear something feminine but not formal, as he knew that the crew would all be wearing jeans or tracksuits. He finally settled on a dark green dress with a white fern pattern. The dress was sleeved and the skirt was full and swirled when he walked. He slipped his feet into a matching pair of 3 inch heels and checked himself in the mirror. "Swirling skirts and lacey petticoats; I look like a real girl and I think that is the real me; what do you think Mycroft?" Mycroft looked up at Dee and wagged his tail in approval. Dee headed down stairs and had just put the water on to boil when a volley of barking from Mycroft announced that the guests had arrived. Because he was in the middle of a delicate cooking procedure Dee did not go to welcome the guests, but he heard Zoe herd them all into the sitting room. "Help yourselves to drinks," he heard Zoe say. "Dee is probably in the kitchen doing the dinner; I'll just go and get him and introduce you and then we can eat." Moments later Zoe came into the kitchen and stopped dead when she saw Dee. "Wow Dee you look amazing in that dress, it's just perfect and you are just beautiful. Come and meet the gang and then let's eat," said Zoe coming across and giving Dee a quick kiss and hug. With her arm around Dee's shoulders, Zoe guided him through to the sitting room and called for attention. "Hey everyone, this is Dee my fianc?e and the love of my life." 8 pair of eyes swiveled round to focus on Dee and Zoe quickly made the introductions. A tall woman called Val looked at Dee in surprise. "Zoe I wasn't expecting this beautiful young woman, because you just said you would go and get him," she said. Dee laughed and said, "Oh I'm a him alright, but I'm flattered that you were confused." There was complete silence in the room broken only by Mycroft's wagging tail thumping against a chair. At last it was Val that spoke. "Please excuse my nosiness Dee, but why are you wearing a woman's dress?" "It's not by choice I assure you," said Dee earnestly, "I was practically forced to." Zoe looked surprised and gave a little scowl when she heard Val's follow up question. "You mean Zoe forces you to wear dresses?" "Oh no, Zoe doesn't force me to do anything except love her," said Dee with a laugh. "I'd better explain. I wanted a nice dress, like this, for this evening and I went to the menswear section of several large shops; M and S, John Lewis, Debenhams and even Harrods, but when I told them I was looking for a nice dress for my fianc?e's party they either turned away or sent me to the ladies section. So I really am forced to wear a woman's dress because it appears so difficult to find a suitable man's dress." This was greeted with general laughter but when this died away Val persisted with her questioning. "But why wear a dress at all?" she asked. "Oh that's easy," said Dee, "I wear dresses or skirts because I love wearing them. I would much rather wear skirts than trousers. Fortunately Zoe prefers me this way as well." "Dee," said Zoe hastily, "I think now would be a good time to start dinner." "Good idea," said Dee heading out to the kitchen with Zoe. They ate in the dining room which featured a magnificent old oak table that could comfortably seat 12 people. Dee found himself next to a couple of Zoe's team mates and he enjoyed talking to them about their training and backgrounds. In general he found himself very comfortable in the company of these athletes, but there was one exception. The cox of the crew, named Jen, was naturally very small, but she made up for this by being quite loud and opinionated and her loudness increased with her intake of alcohol. She had very short hair and dressed in an almost masculine fashion. Dee noticed that any time their eyes met Jen's face carried an unpleasant sneer. It was towards the end of the meal that the same loud voice sounded down the table. "Hey we could do with some more wine down this end." Dee immediately got up and went through to the kitchen and came back with 2 opened bottles. He put one down next to Jen and the other to the opposite end of the table. As he was sitting down Jen's voice rang out again. "Hey Zoe maybe you should train your sissy to curtsey when she/he serves us." There was a shocked silence around the room. Dee happened to glance at Zoe, who had gone pale; not a good sign for someone. She got up abruptly and left the room saying, "I'll take care of this Dee." "Why's everyone so shocked?" asked Jen belligerently. "It's true isn't it, he/she is a sissy?" "Shut up Jen, you've done enough damage," said one of the crew who was sitting opposite. From somewhere inside the house came the sound of running water and then Zoe returned carrying a half empty bottle of wine. "This one's specially for you Jen," she said and poured the contents of the bottle first over Jen's head, then her front and finally into her lap. Jen jumped to her feet cursing fluently. "So sorry Jen, how clumsy of me; here let me help you cleanup", said Zoe. She leant down and grabbed Jen by the front of her shirt. "If I ever hear you use that word about my fianc?e again, I'll shove your miserable head down the toilet and flush it. You are a mouthy little bitch when you are sober; when you've been drinking you're a mouthy little shit." Zoe then grabbed Jen hoisted her up and carried her kicking and yelling out of the room. Moments later they heard a loud splash from the direction of the downstairs bathroom and Zoe's loud voice. "There's a toweling robe in the cupboard; you can come back in when you are ready to apologise to Dee." When Zoe re- entered the dining room everyone except Dee stood and applauded. Cathy, one of the senior members of the crew stood up and headed towards the door. "I'm very sorry Dee that was a despicable thing for Jen to have said and thank you Zoe; you did exactly the right thing. I'm going to talk to her and if she is not going to apologise I plan to talk to Mike and have her thrown off the team." 5 minutes later a red eyed Jen, dressed in a toweling robe that was ludicrously too large for her returned with Cathy. "I'm sorry Dee," she mumbled as she sat down. "You should be," growled Zoe. "Jen you are always telling us that you are a feminist, which presumably means that you think men and women deserve equal treatment and respect. A girl who likes to dress as a boy is called a tomboy and is usually regarded with affection, but a boy who likes to dress as a girl is called a sissy and it is universally regarded as a term of contempt and that is certainly the way you used that term. When some man wants to dress like a woman you regard this as shameful; which means that deep down you think being a woman is decidedly inferior to being a man. It's a ridiculous double standard that you perpetuate." Zoe moved over to where Dee was sitting and said, "Please stand up Dee." And when he did so she put her arm around him and pulled him in to her side. "I'm sorry Dee if I'm about to embarrass you, but I want everyone to know something about the person I'm going to marry. As you all know I used to play rugby. Well Dee does too and he comes from a rugby playing family. His older sister Sam plays for England and his other sister Jess will probably do so next year. Last year Dee was watching his sisters play a club game when a couple of drunk yobs started slagging off Sam. Dee confronted them and one of them tried to put him in his place. The encounter did not last long and when it was over both yobs ended up in the local A and E department." There were gasps of surprise and delight from the guests, but Zoe was not finished. "When we got engaged a few months ago Dee made the decision that he wanted to dress as a girl full time; not pants, just skirts or dresses. For the first game of the rugby season he went into the changing room in front of all the opposing team wearing a denim skirt over a full slip; takes a lot of guts or craziness to do that. A large savage from the opposition thought he would show Dee up, after all as far as he was concerned Dee was the ultimate sissy." As she uttered this word she stared hard at Jen who visibly cringed. Zoe continued her story. "When the savage got the ball he headed straight for Dee expecting to pulverize him. They had to stop the game for almost 5 minutes for the savage to recover. He tried it again later with the same result, only worse. An hour after the game I went looking for Dee in the club house and found him sitting at a table, in his denim skirt, with his slip showing, drinking and laughing with the savage and his team mates; all the best of friends. It took an hour and a lot of beer before I could get him away. The savage's parting shot was that Dee was too tough for the men's game and begged him to find a women's team." There was loud laughter and cheering, which grew even louder when Zoe pulled Dee around and gave him a long kiss. When Dee broke for air he looked across and saw that Jen was sobbing. He went across and put his arms around her to comfort her. "I'm so sorry Dee," she sobbed, "Zoe's right, I've been a despicable little shit; please forgive me." "Hey Jen, forget it; we all make mistakes," said Dee. Zoe filled Dee's glass and then Dee cleared his throat and began to address the group. "You all need to know that I was born with a chromosome disorder," he began, much to Zoe's surprise. "Tragically I only have one x- chromosome." This was greeted with roars of laughter and thus encouraged Dee went on. "I was largely brought up in a female world because my Dad died when I was 7. After the horror of losing him had gradually disappeared and it was a horror, because he was a great Dad, I must say that I had the happiest childhood. My mother and my sisters were simply wonderful and I grew up absolutely loving girls and women; they were my world and I worshipped them. My Mum had been an Olympian. She was a javelin thrower and she was unlucky to have competed at a time when the Eastern block was systematically doping on a massive scale, so she had no chance of getting a medal. On an even playing surface I'm sure she could have been Olympic champion because she was really strong; stronger than my Dad, who had been a really good boxer. Of course she encouraged all of us to be athletic and we grew up doing chin ups, handstand pushups and a lot more. Sam and Jess my sisters were very, very good to me, always allowing me to play rugby with them even though I was smaller. They never treated me as the annoying younger brother and when I was a teenager and started dressing they treated me like a younger sister whenever I was dressed. They also helped me with boxing, which my Dad had taught all of us before he died. Sam in particular would help train me by wearing the pads for me to box against. So I grew up with the idea that women were strong, as strong as men, but somehow more caring. I first started wearing skirts and dresses when I was 9 after Jess got me into a school skirt so I could watch the England women's team practice at Jess and Sam's school. I still remember the magic of that first skirt and the excitement I get from wearing one has never faded. How I wished I could have gone to their school and worn a skirt every day! Later after Mum found out, I was sent to various gender specialists and it appears that I'm somewhere on the transgender scale, whatever that means. I suppose one of the things it means is that this is part of me, part of the way I'm wired. How do you explain that you are attracted to males or females; you can't and in my case I'm attracted to skirts and women, however, unlike many women, I have always associated wearing a skirt or dress with strength and beauty and always will." He now looked up at Zoe with love in his eyes. "Finally, I am so lucky to have met the most wonderful woman who loves me for who I am and wants to spend the rest of her life with me. What is even more wonderful is she wants me to be the bride at our wedding." He gave Zoe another long kiss and this time the cheering and clapping lasted even longer. From this point on the evening went as all good parties should, lots of fun, laughter and excellent food and drink. The unpleasantness of earlier seemed forgotten, but it was noticeable that Jen did not drink again that night. She sat talking quietly, a strange little figure in the oversized gown. Much later when the guests started getting ready to leave Jen felt a gentle touch on her arm. She looked around to find Dee handing her a neatly folded bundle, which was her freshly laundered and dried clothes. Her eyes immediately teared up as she thanked Dee. "Thank you Dee, you have given me a great lesson in how a decent person behaves; something I badly needed." Dee gave her a hug, which was gladly reciprocated. When the last guest had gone Zoe took Dee by the hand and led him upstairs. "We'll clean up tomorrow," she said. "Right now I want you in your nightdress between my legs." "It looks as though I'll still be doing a cleanup, though it does sound the perfect way to end the day," said Dee as he clung to her arm. When Zoe woke in the morning she was on her side with the softly snoring Dee spooned in closely behind her with his arm draped across her chest. She wriggled back a little so that the silky satin of Dee's nightdress rubbed pleasingly against her back and buttocks. She felt Dee stir and so she pushed against him harder and was rewarded when he tightened his grip around her chest. "Good morning, darling," she whispered. "Did you sleep well?" "Wonderfully well," said Dee drowsily. "I dreamt that you feminized me, with pretty dresses; it was lovely." Zoe giggled. "Well that's one dream that's unlikely to come true." She turned over and pulled Dee on top of her so that she could hold him with her considerable strength. "Oh I love it when you do that Zoe," gasped Dee, "I love to feel your strength as you hold me." "Thank you for yesterday Dee my darling, you were a wonderful hostess and the girls loved you." "Even Jen?" asked Dee in surprise. "Especially Jen. Just before she left she told me that she realised what a little bitch she generally was and was so grateful at how gracious you were. I think she will be a different person from now on." "Thanks for standing up for me last night Zoe, it means so much to me." Zoe hugged even harder as she said, "Dee I am so incredibly proud of you and I love being able to introduce you as my fianc?e. I will be even more proud to introduce you as my wife." "I can't wait to be Mrs. Cutler," said Dee. "You'd change your name?" asked Zoe in surprise. "Yes of course I will. I plan to be a traditional wife and that's what traditional wives do; that and wear only dresses and skirts." Zoe smiled and said, "Well that's going to be interesting." "What do you mean?" asked Dee. You'll have to wait and see," replied Zoe with a smile. She suddenly rolled Dee onto his back and slid up his body and pinned his hands overhead. "Kiss me darling," she said lowering her pussy onto his lips. After their lovemaking was finished they put on dressing gowns and went downstairs for breakfast. "Shit what a mess," said Zoe, "I had forgotten what 9 women could do when they party." "9 and a half," giggled Dee, "I'm at least half a woman." "You can be as much of a woman as you want my sweet," said Zoe as she kissed him. "Let's take Mycroft out for a walk and then I have an idea about the cleanup." "What is it?" asked Dee. "Tell you later," teased Zoe. They walked with Mycroft for about an hour before returning to the chaos in the kitchen and dining room. Zoe led Dee upstairs and sat him on the bed. "Now my sweet, here is my idea. We will both do the cleanup equally but to make it more fun you will wear your new maid's uniform." "What will you wear?" asked Dee. "What would you like me to wear?" asked Zoe. In answer Dee went to the back of the wardrobe and began rummaging around in a large drawer at the far back. "You'll wear these," said Dee emerging with Dee's England rugby shirt, shorts and socks. "Really?" asked Zoe in surprise. "Really," replied Dee. "And you must promise to sexually harass me frequently." "It will take longer, but definitely be more fun," grinned Zoe as she began to change. "I shall expect your hand up my skirt and also fondling my breasts," insisted Dee. Zoe sighed. "More work," she said. When Dee was fully dressed he stood in front of Zoe and curtsied daintily. "Shall we start my gorgeous number 8," he giggled and darted off down the stairs with Zoe and Mycroft in pursuit. Zoe caught him at the bottom of the stairs, swept him into her arms and kissed him for a long time. The cleanup took a long time. There were a lot of pots and saucepans that needed cleaning, dishes to wash, vacuuming of the whole bottom floor and all the kitchen surfaces to be scrubbed. Dee work was continually interrupted either Zoe putting her hand up his skirt or Mycroft putting his nose there. The whole business was quite tiring but very enjoyable. "I think that's it," said Zoe finally. "You have one more job to do in the sitting room," said Dee as he began to inch that way. "What's that?" asked Zoe. "There is a need for a tall, unusually strong female rugby player, preferably a number 8, to chase after a pretty French maid, tackle her and take her to the bottom of a ruck, where she pulls the maid's panties down, thrusts the maids aching cock into her gorgeous, powerful, pussy and fucks the maid with the utmost severity; that is unless the same number 8 would rather take the dog for a walk." Dee made a dash for the sitting room and as he neared a pile of cushions that had mysteriously appeared on the floor he was brought crashing down by an inspired Zoe, who quickly removed his panties, mounted him and began thrusting down with impressive power. After they had both climaxed and recovered their breath Dee pulled Zoe's head towards him and kissed her. "Oh I do love rugby Zoe, especially being on the bottom of a ruck with you." "My darling little bitch," cooed Zoe, "I'll take you to the bottom of a ruck whenever you want." "Speaking of bitches," said Dee, "It's time we took Mycroft out so he can meet some." "Oh Dee," said Zoe laughing, "You always find the perfect way to conclude a romantic encounter." Christmas Dee and Zoe were to have Christmas dinner with Dee's mother and his sisters Jess and Sam. "Will she mind you wearing a dress?" asked Zoe after they received the invitation. "Oh no," Dee assured her, "she is more than used to it and besides she will be glad that she won't be the only one in a pretty frock. I know you won't wear one and Sam certainly won't. That leaves Jess and I'm not sure what she will do. Besides Mum bought me my first dress so she is partly responsible, along with Sam and Jess, who encouraged me." "I doubt you needed much encouragement," Zoe observed drily. "I suppose not," admitted Dee, "but having them treat me as a normal individual was a huge help. It meant that whenever I appeared in a skirt I was treated the same way as when I dressed as a boy." "You are lucky to have a Mum and sisters like that," observed Zoe. "Yes I am," agreed Dee. "I've often thought about it and eventually I concluded that the 3 of them felt so self-assured as girls and women that they completely understood why I wanted to be like them." On Christmas Eve Zoe and Dee decided on a night at home in front of the fire. For the last hour it had been snowing gently with big soft flakes floating down out of the inky black sky. After dinner Dee poured a couple of glasses of cognac and took them through to the sitting room, handed one to Zoe and tucking his long skirt underneath him he curled up next to Zoe with his head on her shoulder. "To our first Christmas together," he said raising his glass. "To us," agreed Zoe. Together they looked at the blazing fire and the Christmas tree with the pile of presents spread around it. One in particular attracted Dee's attention because it was huge; a box about 4 feet high and 18 inches across. "When did that come and who is it for?" asked Dee. "It came with me this afternoon. You didn't see it because you were out with Mycroft." "That's a huge present Zoe; I can't imagine what you would get me that is so big." "Oh it's not from me; I just delivered it. It's from the rowing team minus me." "The rowing team; why would the rowing team get me a present?" "It was Jen's idea and as to why, I would say it was for the same reason I fell in love with you, which is that you are a warm, kind, eccentric, crazy little bitch and they happen to think the world of you." "Stop it Zoe, you'll only make me cry," sniffed Dee as he snuggled in closer to his fianc?e. "There are two, no make that three, other presents that go with that one and those are from me," said Zoe. "I feel like I did when I was a kid on Christmas Eve; it's so hard to wait for tomorrow." "I can think of something that would help pass the time," smiled Zoe. Dee rolled his eyes and said, "I expect that involves what is under my skirt and what is between your thighs." "Clever girl," said Zoe as she rolled on top of him. When Dee woke the next morning it was to the sound of snoring. He turned to his right and saw Zoe slumbering peacefully next to him making gentle little snorting sounds. When he turned to his left he found Mycroft making a more vigorous sound accompanied by little twitches of his paws and thumping of his tail. This struck Dee as so funny that at first he began to giggle, but this soon turned into a deep laugh which woke Zoe and Mycroft. "Merry Christmas darling," said Zoe sleepily as she pulled him towards her with one arm and pushed an affronted Mycroft away with the other. They lay for a while enjoying those wonderful moments when you don't have to get up, especially if there is a good reason not to. "What a marvelous Christmas present," said Zoe dreamily. "My own darling Dee in his pretty nightgown, laying here in my arms." "You wouldn't believe the number of times I have wished to wake up and find a beautiful, naked female rugby player in bed with me," replied Dee. "Naked female rugby players are not easy to come by," said Zoe sternly. "So I trust you will show your appreciation in a suitable manner." After 30 delightful minutes Zoe felt that he had. Reluctantly they both got out of bed. "I'd love to stay in my nightie but we should take Mycroft out," said Dee regretfully. "I have a deal for you," purred Zoe. "You stay in your pretty nightie and make breakfast and I will take the hound for a walk." "Done," said Dee and sealed the deal with a kiss. By the time Zoe returned Dee was about to put a very traditional English breakfast on the table. Zoe looked at it with horror; it was a nutritionist's nightmare, with fried eggs, baked beans, fried potatoes, fired tomatoes and a pile of bacon. "It's only once a year Zoe," urged Dee. "After tomorrow you can go back to healthy eating." "Well, it is Christmas after all," said Zoe as she began to tuck in. After Mycroft had cleaned the plates Dee and Zoe went through to the sitting room to open their presents. They tossed a coin to see who would present the first gift; Dee called heads and was correct. He handed Zoe a small box and she eagerly tore of the wrapping paper and opened it. Inside was a slim gold chain that had the number 9 attached in the middle of a larger number 8. "Dee it's beautiful; I love it," cried Zoe. "The two of us joined for life; it's perfect." Dee beamed with pleasure and then looked surprised when Zoe suddenly burst into laughter. "What is it?" asked Dee. In answer Zoe held up the pendant. "Look at the placement of the numbers; it looks as though your head is up against my juicy bits. Oh Dee that makes it even more perfect; how clever you are." Zoe then handed Dee a box of similar size and Dee was delighted with the dangly earrings he found inside. Next Dee handed Zoe a much larger box, which she shook, hoping for a clue as to its contents. No clue was forthcoming so she was forced to open it. She drew out a black ankle boot with a 3 ? heel. "Dee these look great, but they are going to make me over 6 ft. 5. Don't you think that's a bit tall?" "Zoe I have to confess that I have an enormous attraction for really tall women. If you were to wear those boots I do believe that I would be like putty in your hands," said Dee earnestly. Zoe giggled and said, "Well in that case I think that they will quickly become my favourite footwear." When Dee opened his next present he gave a sharp intake of breath as he held up a gorgeous satin nightdress in a pale rose colour. Underneath it were two full satin slips, one in the same pale rose colour and the other a pale lemon colour. "Zoe this is just incredible; they must have cost a fortune," said Dee in awe. "You are more than worth it my darling and besides I will get equal pleasure when you wear them." "That will be tonight," Dee assured her. "There is a story regarding your new lingerie that I think you will like. These garments are especially designed for lovers of sensational ladies underwear. They are double sided satin of high quality; this ensures that the wearer gets the same sensation as their naked partner. But the best part of the story is that the brand She, was originally designed by a young lawyer as a sideline to her law practice. Her wife is really her husband Danie, who runs the company and is a lot like you, a really tough bloke, who always dresses as a woman completely of his own volition. He has done these amazing videos, which are on line and are responsible for the She brand taking off. I won't tell you more about them as you really need to see them; they are funny and very impressive." "Wow, I'd love to meet them," said Dee, his whole face a picture of delight. "Oh you will, sometime in the New Year. Dannie and I chatted for ages and he and his wife Andrea would love to meet us. I have his phone number and we will give them a call next month and arrange a date." "Zoe that is great news," said Dee enthusiastically. "I thought you would be pleased," said Zoe. "Now what is next?" "I hope you will like this," said Dee as he handed Zoe her next present. Zoe pulled off the wrappings to reveal an elegant midi skirt in a striking zebra pattern. "I know you don't often wear skirts," said Dee quickly, "but it will go really well with the boots and it will be another target for Mycroft," he added with a cheeky smile. Zoe smiled and said, "You are determined to get me in touch with my feminine side." "Your powerful feminine side," Dee insisted. "Okay Dee time for your largest present," said Zoe as she heaved the tall box onto an open space on the carpet. Dee went to the kitchen and came back with a knife which he used to cut through the thick tape securing the box's lid. He found himself staring at the top of a punching bag. "The girls were so impressed with the way you disposed of those scumbags who were heckling your sister that they felt you needed to keep in training." Dee picked up the accompanying card and read it. "Merry Christmas Dee and thank you for a wonderful evening. We hope this will help keep your fistic skills sharp in order to assist us in a time of need." It was signed "The GB rowing 8, minus Zoe." Dee was overwhelmed and delighted at the same time. "We'll put it up in the garage, I've been meaning to convert part of it into a gym and this will give me the extra push to get it done," said Zoe as she reached into the diminishing pile under the tree. "Okay there are follow up presents that we should do next," said Zoe handing over another package. Predictably this contained a fine pair of boxing gloves and while Dee was trying one on, Mycroft silently appropriated the other and began to slink away for a quiet chew, but fortunately he was apprehended by Zoe before he reached the door. She hastily opened another present which was addressed correctly to Mycroft and contained a strongly made chew toy. Thus appeased, Mycroft lay down to better enjoy his gift. Meanwhile Dee tried on the other glove much to the amusement of Zoe. "You do make an intimidating sight Dee in your boxing gloves and pretty nightie," she giggled. "Appearances can be deceptive," replied Dee in a haughty tone and immediately removed the gloves. "Naturally I will dress in a more appropriate manner when I am training." "Ah I can help you there, my darling," said Zoe sweetly and handed him another gift. Dee was surprised and pleased to see that this contained a very attractive silver and black boxing skirt. "There is more," said Zoe with a smile as she produced yet another present. "I did say that the gift from the girls would be complimented by 3 more from me." This small parcel contained a short but very lacey half-slip, which Zoe explained was of course to be worn under the boxing skirt. "It will give a much needed feminine touch to the noble art," Zoe assured Dee with a small smirk. "By the way I have promised the girls that I will send them a video of you in your full regalia attacking the bag." Zoe and Dee then exchanged a few stocking stuffer type presents such as fancy soap and scent for Zoe and some sexy panties and stockings for Dee. Dee then handed Zoe the final gift still left under the tree. Zoe opened the parcel and gave a little shriek of delight at the very stylish black leather jacket that was inside. She immediately tried it on and was delighted to find that it fit perfectly. "Oh darling I've been wanting one of these for ages," she gushed. "It is just perfect; I love it and I'm going to wear it to your Mum's house this afternoon." "What else are you going to wear?" asked Dee. "You'll have to wait and see," said Zoe mysteriously. They looked outside and saw that the snow was falling lightly so they decided to go for a walk and enjoy the snowy white landscape. Dee was still in his nightie and so he went upstairs to change. He came down a few minutes later wearing a thick roll neck sweater and an A-line wool skirt, worn over woolen tights. He put on warm boots and a down jacket and joined Zoe at the door. Mycroft whined until they were outside when he proceeded to bark joyfully until Zoe shushed him. The snow changed the neighbourhood' s appearance so much that it seemed as though they were exploring a new world. The temperature was well below freezing and their breath made great clouds of steam as they walked. "Wouldn't you have been better in warm trousers?" asked Zoe as she observed Dee's skirt swaying as he walked briskly through the snow. Dee looked up at Zoe and smiled. "Right now I feel as though I am in heaven, walking with you and Mycroft in this wonderful Christmas snowfall and feeling my skirt swishing about my legs. I get such amazing sensory messages from feeling it move against my legs, that I would never want to wear trousers again." They reached a park and were able to let Mycroft off his leash. He bounded off joyfully and barked in delight as Zoe and Dee chased after him. Inevitably Dee and Zoe started a snowball fight accompanied by shrieks of delight and frantic chasing. Zoe in particular relished the sight of Dee's skirt flying as he ran and the snowy white petticoat dancing beneath it. After an hour of joyful cavorting in the snow they headed back to the house to clear up in the sitting room. By the time they had cleared up all the wrapping paper and had a light lunch it was time to head over to Dee's Mum's house for Christmas dinner. Denise had suggested that Zoe, Dee and his sisters all spend the night rather than try to drive home in the snow and so they packed an overnight bag. Dee went upstairs first to get changed. After looking in his wardrobe for a few minutes he decided on a cute skater dress. The top was a simple black jersey, with sleeves to the elbows. The knee length skirt was pleated and the pleats were alternately coloured royal blue and black. The effect when Dee walked in his 3 inch heels was striking, as the alternately coloured pleats flashed as he moved and he knew that Zoe would approve. He had done his hair and makeup earlier and was just stepping into the dress when Zoe entered from the bathroom. She whistled her approval and would have done more, but Dee told her there wasn't time, so she regretfully zipped him up and began to dress herself. Dee had gone downstairs and attached a clip on bow tie to Mycroft' collar when Zoe walked in. Dee gaped in astonishment. She was wearing the skirt and boots that Dee had bought her and paired it with a white silk sweater. Even though he was wearing heels Zoe towered over him. "What do you think?" she asked. Dee was unable to speak for a few moments. "Zoe you look absolutely stunning," he finally managed to stammer. He kicked off his heels and stood gazing up at her enraptured. He reached up and put his arms round her neck and whispered, "Zoe you are a Greek Goddess, you are Pallas Athena, a terrifying warrior Goddess; you are my Athena." Zoe was a little taken aback, not expecting this reception. "Am I to take it you approve?" she asked with heavy understatement. "You look fucking amazing," Dee finally managed, "I'm glad I decided to wear a girdle because my love stick will be standing at full attention whenever I look at you. Thank you so much for dressing like this Zoe you have no idea how much I love it." "Well that doesn't come as a complete surprise, but I'm glad to add to your festive joy." Zoe put on her new leather jacket and a woollen scarf, while Dee used the same coat he had worn earlier and a pair of mitts. They put the presents for Dee's family in the boot and Mycroft jumped into the back seat. Zoe, who was an excellent driver, went slowly because of the snow, so they had lots of time to talk. "Dee I'm a bit rusty on my Greek mythology, so you had better remind me about Athene. I want to know if I should be flattered or annoyed at the comparison." "Oh definitely flattered," assured Dee. "The city Athens comes from Athene and she was the Goddess of handicraft, wisdom and war. Since the Renaissance she has been associated with classical learning, freedom and democracy. The other gods and goddesses look pretty shabby in comparison." "Not sure about the handicraft; I think any sewing in our partnership will need to be done by you darling. But war? I thought Ares was the God of War," said Zoe. "He was, but he was a blood thirsty little shit, whereas Athene only approved of war if it was in a good cause," explained Dee. "So Athene would not have approved of Tony Blair and his bullshit about weapons of mass destruction?" asked Zoe. "I'm sure she wouldn't," declared Dee. "She was also a formidable warrior and beat the shit out of Ares during the Trojan Wars and he had to slink home and take pain killers." "I like her already," said Zoe. "Until I met you, she was my idol," said Dee. Zoe took one hand off the wheel and pulled Dee towards her and kissed him. "Could you possibly love me more?" she asked. Dee considered for a moment and then said, "Come to think of it, no I don't think I could." "Funny, I feel the same way about you," said Zoe. When they arrived at Dee's Mum's house Jess and Sam were already there. They and Denise gave Dee and Zoe a warm welcome but they made even more fuss over Mycroft. The 3 women were especially impressed with Dee's outfit. "Darling you look beautiful," said Denise giving her son a warm hug. "Pretty dress little sister," said Jess. "Is it a Christmas present?" "No but this is," said Dee as he hitched up the skirt of his dress to reveal the rose pink slip with its gorgeous layer of lace. "Zoe bought me two and a beautiful nightdress. They are double sided satin and feel just amazing against the skin" "Dee I have never met any girl who loves girlie things as much as you," said Sam as they all laughed at Dee's enthusiasm for his new underwear. "It's not fair," said Jess, "he gets all the fun of being a girl without the messy bits." "That's not true," protested Dee, "I dread the messy bits as you call them." "How inconvenient for you, having to wait," said Sam sarcastically. "It's not the waiting, it's the after that is the problem. Once Zoe's monthly is over she rages around the house looking for me. It's partly why I got Mycroft to protect me from her, but it doesn't work; he's just as scared of her as I am. If I'm lucky I'm able to lock myself in the bedroom and Mycroft and I cower in there while Zoe howls and hammers at the door." Zoe just smiled and rolled her eyes while Denise said, "Zoe you have our sympathy; we all did our best but we couldn't help the way he turned out." They all gave sympathetic looks at Zoe and suddenly took in her new look and let out a collective wow. "Zoe you look fantastic," said Denise sincerely. "Is that a new outfit?" "Dee bought me the boots and skirt. I don't usually wear skirts, but Dee really likes it and I must admit I do as well, so I shall have to get more skirts, although Dee doesn't deserve it after all that nonsense he just spouted." "Boxing Day sales," said Jess brightly. "And you could always punish Dee by making him wear trousers." "No, no, no," howled Dee, and Mycroft joined in to everyone's amusement. With all the preliminaries over the y settled down to exchange gifts. Dee and Zoe had bought Denise, who was a passionate sports fan, some boxed videos of the previous 2 Olympic Games, together with a long video of the life inside GB rowing programme, all of which she loved. Jess, who unlike her sister did enjoy dressing as a girl, received a gift certificate from a popular women's shop and Sam who was an avid reader got a gift certificate from Foyle's on Charing Cross Road. In return Denise, Sam and Jess, not being sure of what to get Zoe all chipped in for a generous gift certificate at John Lewis. Denise couldn't quite decide whether she should buy something girlish or boyish for Dee, so she also went with a John Lewis gift certificate. Jess however had no such inhibitions and bought Dee a dark green calf length leather skirt, which she had seen at a charity shop, but was in very good condition. It was his present from Sam that delighted him the most however; it was an England rugby shirt with the number 8 stenciled on the back, while above was the name Mrs. Cutler. "It's not true yet, but I'll still wear it with pride," declared Dee. "I told you he'd love it," said Sam to her mum and Denise just smiled and shook her head. Denise got up saying that she needed to check on the dinner, Sam decided to take Mycroft out for a walk and Jess lured Dee upstairs with a promise of surprises from her old bedroom, all of which left Zoe temporarily alone. She went through to the kitchen to help Denise with the dinner. In fact she was glad of the chance to have a private conversation with Denise over a matter that had been bothering her for a while. Denise looked up as Zoe entered the kitchen. Zoe and Denise Have Tea When Zoe entered the kitchen Denise was just straightening up from having put the goose back in the oven. She smiled when she saw Zoe and gestured to a chair. "I don't need any help Zoe, but I'd love the chance for a good natter, so let's have a cup of tea, Dee and Jess will be upstairs for ages if I know them," said Denise as she put the kettle on. Zoe sat and smoothed her skirt under her. "It's been a while since I did that," she thought. Denise moved across and grabbed a chair and sat facing Zoe. She was in her early fifties, but she looked and moved like a much younger woman. Her dress was sleeveless and revealed her still impressively muscular arms, the product of regular and intensive weight training. "Denise I want to talk to you about Dee," said Zoe hesitantly. Denise laughed and sang, "How do you solve a problem like Dee?" 'Well I don't think there is a problem," said Zoe seriously, "But I'm not sure how comfortable you are with him dressing all the time as a girl. I know that he told you he wanted to, but I would hate you to think that I was forcing him to do it." Denise reached out and gave one of Zoe's large hands a friendly squeeze. "Zoe, first let me say thank you, from a very grateful mother, for what you have done for Dee." Zoe looked surprised but Denise continued. "I have never seen my son looking so happy. He was always a pretty happy kid, but looking at him now, since he has been with you, he positively glows. It's not just me who has noticed it; Jess and Sam have said the same thing. I just cannot imagine a more perfect partner for my son." Zoe felt a tear start to run down her cheek and she hastily wiped it away with a tissue. "I just love him so much," she sniffed. Denise smiled as she poured the tea. "Yes it's pretty obvious that you two are head over heels in love with each other." She took a sip of tea and continued. "Zoe I've been blessed to have 3 of the most marvelous children a mother could have and they are all so different. Sam was always the tom boy and still is; in some ways she was more like a big brother to Dee than a sister. After Kenny died I went through a really hard time emotionally and at first financially. What kept me going were my kids and the incredible support they gave me. I was worried about Dee growing up in a family of girls with no "father figure." She laughed and said, "It turns out that Dee didn't need a father figure, he just needed love and he got that and gave it back by the bucket load. Dee was one of those rare boys who genuinely loved girls and women. I have women friends who are single parents and many of them had no end of trouble with their sons with no Dad around; that was never an issue with Dee, he was just a lovely kid from toddler to teenager" "Was it a shock when you found Dee had started dressing as a girl?" asked Zoe. "Well not entirely," answered Denise, "The first time I thought it was because he wanted to watch the England women's team train at the girl's school, but when the second incident occurred with Sam getting Dee to impersonate her I knew I had to take it seriously. Our GP got Dee into see a gender specialist fairly quickly and things progressed from there." "Dee told me that you were all very supportive," said Zoe. "We did our best," said Denise. "You did more than that," retorted Zoe; "You three have helped create one of the finest human beings it is possible to imagine." "It's lovely of you to say that," said Denise gratefully. "He is certainly unique; the gender specialists he saw said that they had never had a case like Dee." "In what way?" asked Zoe intrigued. "Some transgender children feel that they have been born in the wrong body and they hate their birth gender, but Dee was never like that. He loved being a boy, but he also loved being a girl. In some strange way he was able to combine some of the common gender characteristics of boy and girl into one individual and feel that it was perfectly normal. His sisters really helped because they love the same sports and were great at always including Dee in their games of rugby and cricket. As you know Dee is still a good rugby player and probably could have been as good a boxer as his Dad. The other side of him is that he just loves wearing really feminine clothing, always has done, so it is no surprise to me that he plans to wear skirts or dresses all the time. So rest assured Zoe I never had the thought that you coerced him at all. I know Dee as only a mother can and one thing he is not is submissive." "No he's not submissive," agreed Zoe. "He's just very caring, kind and considerate." Just then they heard a shriek of delight from upstairs and Denise grinned and said, "I think we know what that means don't we?" Denise poured some more tea and continued the conversation. "You are quite right about Dee being kind. I'll tell you a story about that, which I think will help explain how close the four of us are. When she was about 16 Sam was starting to make a name for herself in rugby circles; Dee would have been 12 at the time. During one of the school holidays she had been invited to attend a special training camp for a week and she was desperate to go. Unfortunately it was quite expensive and our financial situation at the time wasn't great, so I told Sam that I couldn't afford it. To her great credit she never complained and never told Jess and Dee, but she started doing babysitting to try to raise the money herself. Anyway Dee somehow found out and managed to get himself a job after school doing gardening. A few days before the camp was due to start Dee gave Sam 200 pounds, which together with what Sam had earned was enough to send her. Sam was just overwhelmed, but Dee told her that he felt it was the least he could do for a sister who had given him so much. Really that was typical of the relationship my kids had to each other and to me. We were one incredibly close knit family." Further conversation was interrupted by a loud volley of footsteps on the stairs and moments later an excited Dee burst into the kitchen closely followed by Jess. He was wearing Jess's old uniform from her last year at school. It consisted of a white blouse and tie, a black cardigan, black tights and shoes and of course a knee length pleated skirt in a tartan pattern. "Look what Jess has given me," he cried. "Isn't it wonderful?" He gave Jess a hug and said, "Jess I really love it; you have no idea how much I wanted to go to your school and be able to wear this uniform." Jess hugged him back and said, "Well better late than never little sister." Dee looked at Zoe and his mum and said, "What have you two been doing while I've been having all that fun?" "Oh we were just having a quiet chat so I can get to know my future daughter-in-law better," smiled Denise. "Nothing that would interest you dear." Just then Sam and Mycroft returned. Sam looked at Dee and said, "Now that is a look that brings back memories." "Yes, very, very happy ones for me," said Dee. He looked at Zoe and continued. "I'd often change into this uniform when I got home from school, whereas Jess and Sam couldn't wait to get out of theirs." Denise looked at her watch and said, "Sam I think it's time to open the wine, I'm sure we could all use a glass or two before dinner." "Good idea," said Dee, "I'll just go and change and put this uniform in my old room." "No, you and Zoe are sleeping in my room tonight; yours only has a single bed," said Denise. "Denise we can't push you out of your room," protested Zoe. "Don't argue with your future mother-in-law young lady," said Denise with mock severity. "I insist." "Thanks Mum," said Dee happily as he headed upstairs. Christmas Dinner Dee was down again a few minutes later wearing his original dress and Sam handed him a glass of red. Denise raised her glass and proposed a toast. "May this family gathering be as joyous in the years ahead as it is now." This was greeted with cries of approval and agreement. Jess started to ask Dee about any further plans for his wedding and Sam, Zoe and Denise began to discuss Zoe's training, when Dee gave a little shriek as he felt a cold stab on the back of his thigh. He whirled round and confronted Zoe. "Zoe if that animal has laddered my stockings you are in trouble, I forgot to bring a spare pair," he said pretending to sound fierce. The others all roared with laughter. "Oh dear my little brother is worried about laddering his stockings," guffawed Sam. "See little sister, wearing a skirt can have its drawbacks," said Jess with a snigger. "I can see that is a cross that the more feminine amongst us have to bear," said Dee in a superior tone. Of course this provoked more laughter. Denise put her arm around her son's shoulder and said, "It's okay Dee I have a spare pair if yours get damaged." "Thank you Mother," said Dee, "I knew I could count on you." Fortunately Denise's help was not needed as Dee's stockings showed no sign of damage when he inspected them. 30 minutes later Denise called them all to the table and they sat down to enjoy a traditional Christmas dinner, wine and really good companionship. Denise looked at her 3 children with love and satisfaction and in her son's case a certain amount of relief. "Dee looks well set," she thought, "I was hoping that he would find a strong woman who loved him for who he is and he seems to have done just that." Mycroft lay under the table and was on hand to help any of the diners with unwanted items from the table, of which there were many. Part way through the meal Sam suddenly remembered something. 'You'll never guess who I ran into last week," she said. After, Dee, Jess and Denise had made a few wrong guesses Sam put them out of their misery. "Amy Cramner, surely you remember her, you especially Dee?" "Give us a clue," said Jess. "She played on the same rugby team as us when I was 16 and you were 15 Jess," replied Sam. "Oh yes I remember her," said Jess. "Why would I remember her?" asked Dee. "Do you remember going with us to a rugby 7's tournament with a girl from our team who was wearing a pretty dress?" asked Sam. Dee's face lit up. "Now I remember; she was a real tomboy like you Sam. She was staying with her gran and her gran wouldn't let her go unless she wore a dress." Sam laughed and continued, "That's right and you said, 'What a pretty dress,' and she said, 'ou are welcome to it.' Anyway the upshot was that we sneaked into the ladies and you two changed clothes." "That was a great day," said Dee reminiscing happily. "The dress was really nice and she had a super petticoat to go with it; I was sorry when I had to change back." Zoe looked at her fianc?e with great affection. "Oh Dee, you haven't changed a bit have you?" "I hope not," said Dee firmly. "By the way what is Amy the tomboy doing now?" "She's a top line model," said Sam with a giggle. "If you see her ask her if I can wear her dress again," said Dee. Just then they were interrupted by the sound of Mycroft being sick in the kitchen and Dee hurried to let him out and clear up the mess. "He's just like a rugby player on Saturday night," said Dee as he returned to the table accompanied by a guilty looking Mycroft. The rest of the dinner passed without further incident and despite Denise's protests the others insisted on clearing up and doing the dishes before they gathered in the sitting room. The rest of the evening passed with the 5 of them deeply engaged in conversation around the fire with Christmas carols playing on the sound system in the background. "I always enjoy Christmas with my family," said Denise, "but this year with the addition of Zoe and Mycroft has made it even better." "That's a real compliment Zoe; you are right up there with the dog in Mum's high opinion," said Jess. "That's not what I meant at all," protested Denise as all the others laughed at her discomfort. As the evening wore on yawns began to be heard and eyelids droop and Dee, Zoe and Mycroft said their goodnights and headed up to bed. As Dee stood at the mirror taking his earrings off Zoe came up behind him and put her arms around him with her hands over his padded bra. "Dee how tired are you?" she asked softly. "Unzip my dress and you will find out," answered Dee. Zoe complied and Dee's dress fell to the carpet in a rush. His petticoat and girdle soon followed until he was standing there naked. "Pass me my nightdress darling," he said, "I can't wait to make love to you while I'm wearing it." Dee shivered with delight as the silky garment slid smoothly down his body. Zoe was still fully dressed and wearing her new boots but when she stooped to unfasten them Dee stopped her. "Leave them on Zoe, I love you towering over me, you are so very sexy my Greek Goddess." He stood on tiptoe and put his arms around Zoe's neck. "Pick me up darling and carry me to the bed, I want to go under your beautiful skirt and worship your beautiful pussy." Zoe effortlessly picked Dee up, carried him over to the bed and gently lowered him onto it. She took her boots off and was about to remove her skirt when Dee put his hand up. "Leave your skirt on my darling, because I want to show you what true upskirting is like and I believe that you will love it." Zoe complied and climbed onto the bed after removing her panties. She lowered herself slowly over Dee's eager mouth and gave a little gasp as he first made contact with her swollen clit. For his part Dee felt as though he were in heaven; inside his lovers skirt and licking her exquisite juices. Zoe squeezed his head with her thighs as she came and let out a low moan. A few minutes later she lifted his nightdress and impaled herself on his hardness. She spread her skirt out carefully so that it was completely covering him in a precise circle. "Do you like this little one?" she whispered as she began to slowly, gently ride him. "Oh my God yes," gasped Dee, "I'll never be under your thumb, but I'll always want to be under your skirt." "Maybe that's where you belong my sweet," cooed Zoe as she increased the pace. With impeccable timing they both climaxed together and lay for a long time in each other's arms. Eventually Zoe got up and undressed; they both removed their makeup and went back to bed. "This has to be the greatest Christmas ever," declared Dee. "Certainly the best I have ever had," agreed Zoe. "I had a lovely talk with your Mum and she relieved a lot of my anxiety." "What anxiety?" asked Dee surprised. "I was worried that she might think that I was pushing you into dressing as a woman full time, but she assured me that was not the case." 'Oh I know that; what else did you talk about?" "Mostly you and I learned some things that I did not know." "What were they?" asked Dee. "That is a deep secret, but if it's any consolation it reinforces even more that I have made the best catch possible," said Zoe as she nuzzled Dee's neck. "By the way we simply have to get your punching bag up tomorrow." "Why tomorrow?" "Boxing Day," said Zoe and she giggled. They lay still for a while relaxing in each other's arms. "What do you think the New Year will bring?" asked Dee as he felt himself drifting towards sleep. "Wedding bells I hope and definitely the continuation of a lot of love," said Zoe as she kissed Dee and joined him in glorious sleep.