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When Angela saw her older brother with his pixie-ish hairstyle, plucked brows, his dyed hair, his ample bust and the youthful dress, her heart skipped a beat at how cute her new little sister looked. When his mother saw William, she was struck by how much he looked like Angela did at the age she'd worn that dress. Bigger breasts, of course, and the makeup was too grownup, which had been a constant battle with Angela at that age, anyway, but the similarities were remarkable. When Kateri saw him, her heart nearly burst with love and affection. The previous day, William had asked if she could live with him having breasts permanently implanted in his chest. At the time, it had all seemed too abstract to really imagine. After all, he had been dressed in a fantasy costume. The illusion of him as Jeannie was too playful for her to her even consider that it could be real. But now... now it was very real. William didn't look at all mannish or even boyish. He looked girlish and womanly all at once, but she still knew that he was a man underneath all that girlish exterior. A man she wanted to be with. To take him as her... what?... As her husband?... No... as her wife? Yes. Her wife. Her beautiful, soft, sweet smelling, little wife who's hair would always smell of vanilla and who's kisses would always taste like lipstick. Could she live with him this way? The real question had become: Could she live with him any other way? XXX William had never really enjoyed shopping. On rare occasions, when he found something in the men's department that fit well, it was never stylish. The feelings of defeat, embarrassment and even shame that went with him into the boys' department could be overwhelming. Buying a suit for work that he knew was meant for child to wear out to dinner with his grandmother was always demoralizing. He'd tried going to an actual tailor once, but that was worse. The man kept calling across the shop to his assistant and saying things like, "Bring me a boy's jacket. These are too long, find a boy's pant with a twenty five inch rise." It was even more embarrassing than looking through the department store racks in the boys' department with every one knowing that this 'fully grown' man was never going to wear adult sizes. Shopping for dresses was a whole different experience, though. First off, nearly everything fit him. They started in a store that specialized in petites, but even in the regular stores, he could easily find clothing that fit him well. Typically, in the past, he'd try on a few things and buy the first thing that fit and looked reasonably stylish. This time, he tried on dozens and dozens of dresses and they all fit him beautifully. He had choices and it was wonderful! Well, in fact, some of the more shape-revealing styles did reveal his lack of hips, but early in the day, at the recommendation of his sister and girlfriend, he bought a panty that had pads in the hips and butt. It was a slightly odd thing to consider wearing, but once on, it was perfectly comfortable and made a world of difference when wearing the sleeker styles. The oddest thing was that he realized that he actually had a style of women's clothing that he preferred to wear. He hadn't really considered it before, but Kateri was a 'comfy top with jeans or a loose skit' woman, while Angela was a 'college girl next door' kind of woman. William found that he preferred dresses that Angela and Kateri referred to as 'flouncy and fussy.' They chided him that the dresses he chose, although pretty, looked as if they were for someone ten years older than him, but he insisted that he loved how they looked. In the end, the women agreed that he had established his own look and that he'd look amazing in everything that he chose. He did concede to buying several non-work dresses from the juniors' department to wear around the house in the evenings or on weekends. Dresses that would be perfect for a casual dinner or a date to a movie. In spite of his typical spendthrift nature, when they were finally headed home, William had bought himself twenty three dresses, most from discount stores, but very stylish, four pairs of shoes, a dozen pairs of panties, five bras, six pairs of pantyhose, two long winter coats a pair of gloves, four purses, three scarves and two hats. He didn't just buy clothing, though. He also bought dozens of earrings, some necklaces, a tiny, gold watch, some rings and makeup - lots of makeup and hair care products. He even sat at the makeup counter and had the clerk give him a tutorial. "You're wearing too much, angel," the woman cooed as she cleaned his face with a Baby Wipe. "You're covering up your beautiful, young skin and not showing off those big eyes and apple cheeks. Let's see if we can help you find a more youthful look. I guarantee that the boys at school will flip when they see how you look after I'm through with you." The woman's remarks didn't bother William in the least. This woman had assumed he was a high school girl and that was fine! Most days, people assumed that he was a middle school boy. He was fine with this promotion of three or four years. In truth, he much preferred the youthful look he was tutored in at the store than the more mature look that Kateri had done for him that morning. His eyes looked wide and clear this way his cheeks really did shine like apples. The pinkish-red lipstick she recommended seemed to make his smile wider and more sincere. Kateri had whispered to Angela that this look combined with his taste in dresses would look odd, but she was wrong. The combination of older clothes and younger makeup resulted in the perfect look. "You know who's style he's starting to emulate?" Kateri whispered to Angela. When Angela said no, Kateri whispered, "Tess. He's looking more and more like Tess as he develops his tastes. Very professional, but very sexy and young. I can live with this." It was obvious to both Kateri and Angela that William had no intention of ever returning to his male self, though. No one would be spending this kind of money on clothes if it was just for a few weeks of a disguise. Once William's wallet was open, he kept the money flowing by buying Angela and Kateri several things to thank them for helping. He enjoyed looking for clothes for them almost as much as looking at clothes for himself. When dinner time came around, William asked Kateri to drive them to a little Irish-pub-style restaurant on the edge of town. When they arrived, he went directly to the receptionist and said, "Good evening, I have a reservation for The Luke Kelly Vestibule." The woman in charge checked her notes. "Billie? Yes. We're all set up for you. Follow me." Along the edge of the restaurant's main dinning area were five smaller rooms of varying sizes, each named for an Irish musician or poet and each with a door that could close for private conversations. They walked past the William Butler Yeats Room which held twenty or so people, the Van Morrison Room that held about a dozen people and stopped at the Luke Kelly Vestibule, a small room with only six seats in it. William had called earlier in the day and reserved the small meeting room in order to be able to speak frankly and openly with two of the three most important women in his life. "Hi, ladies," the cheery waitress smiled. "Can I start you with some drinks or appetizers today?" They ordered some Shillelagh Sticks, which was what the restaurant called flaky pastries stuffed with corned beef, and three glasses of moscato. "Great!" The waitress smiled. "I'll be back with those in a few minutes." When she left the alcove, Angela closed the door, then turned to face her brother. "So? This all seems pretty important and well planned. What's up?" William pursed his lips and made eye contact with both women then nodded a few times before starting to speak. "Ok, so... there are really only three people who I need to talk to about this before I make a decision - the two of you and mom. I really need you guys to be honest with me about this, ok? I really need to know what you think. Ok?" Both women nodded. Each had an inkling about what he was about to say, but they waited patiently while he organized his thoughts. "Alright..." he took a deep breath and nodded a few more times before he got to his point. "So, a week ago I never would have been thinking about this, but... Geez, this is hard to put into words.... See, presenting as a woman has really changed me, and I mean that sincerely. It's made me think differently. To see myself differently. I know that this sounds a pretty damned weird, but... I really like Billie a lot more than I like Bill or Willy or whatever name I used before. God, you both must think I'm nuts." "Not at all, babe," Kateri put her arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "I've seen how you behave as Billie and I get it." "How I behave?" William asked, a bit concerned that she was criticizing him as being to 'swishy,' or something like that. "How do I behave?" "Well..." Kateri sputtered, surprised that he wanted an explanation. "I can answer that," Angela said. "You smile more freely. You speak to others with more interest in what they have to say. You have more confidence in everything you do and you are more empathic and... sweet, I guess, than you've ever been before. Willy, I love you with all my heart, but you've never - never ever - not once in your entire life paid me compliment like you did the other day when you looked at my accounting work. Willy, honey, I will support any decision that you make, but if you decide to go back to being a guy and you don't bring a whole lot of lessons you've learned from wearing panties with you, then you will have wasted a big opportunity." William nodded. "She's right, babe," Kateri squeezed his shoulders again. "Everything that Angie said is true, and beyond that, you have this aura of confidence about you as a woman that you never had before. I'm with Angie. I'll support any decision you make, as long as you and I are together, but being Billie has taught you an awful lot." William smiled. "Thanks, guys. So... what if I didn't go back to being a guy, but began living as a woman full time? Do you think I could do it? Do you think it's a good idea? Do you think people will accept it?" "I think you could do it better than either of us do it," Kateri laughed. "And who cares what other people think?" Angel shrugged. "I do," William said seriously. "Life as a little guy is really tough. If becoming a little woman is even tougher, then I'm not sure if I can do it." "Well," Kateri looked to Angela for support, "as far as work is concerned, I think that everyone is already on board with it. I've even had people come up to me to tell me how great you are this way." "That's true, and you told me yourself that Lorraine said that she would hate to lose Billie. That says a lot, doesn't it?" Angela reinforced what Kateri had said. "What about mom, though?" William asked as the door opened and the waitress entered with appetizers and wine. "Excuse me, ladies," she smiled. She placed the food and beverages on the table. "Do you know what you'd like for your meals?" Both women realized that they hadn't even opened the menus, but William spoke before they could. "We will have three pecan chicken salads, thanks." "Excellent," the waitress smiled and gathered the menus. Kateri and Angela smiled at each other, silently passing a message to each other that here was another example of Billie making a decision that Willy or Bill never would have made for everyone. AND IT WAS A GREAT CHOICE! When the door closed again, William asked, "What do you think mom will say?" "About what?" Angela asked. "About staying female or going back to being male, because she will have plenty to say about either. You know that's the truth. I think it's a great idea to tell her, one way or the other, but definitely DO NOT ASK HER! Don't give her any more power over you than necessary." William chuckled at the truth of that statement. "Thanks, but... neither of you have answered the most important question I asked. Do you think it's a good idea?" "That's a big question," Kateri said while letting out a big breath. "And not one that we should answer, Willy," Angela said. "Look, I know I'm a bit younger than you guys, but because of that, I've probably known more people who have discovered that they are trans than either of you. At least six kids in my high school class transitioned while we were in school and I have four college friends who have transitioned, too. Some of them are guys now and some are girls, without question, they're all glad that they did it. Just be sure it's what YOU want, Willy. That's all that matters." Kateri smiled and laid her head on William's. "Boy, you have a smart little sister," she chuckled. "I couldn't possibly give you a better answer. Whatever you want is the right answer, babe." William nodded. "I think that Billie is here to stay, then." "That's great, Willy," Angela put a Shillelagh Stick on her appetizer plate. "Oops," she put a hand on her mouth. "I probably shouldn't call you 'Willy' anymore, should I?" "I think it's fine," William smiled. "It would sound funny if you called me anything else." Angela stood and walked around the table and embraced William in a big hug. "You know I love you, right?" "I do, and I love you, too," he returned the hug as best as he could from his seated position. "Good," Angela walked back to her seat. "And let's just remember - 'Little' is a measure of size, not age. You will always be my 'little sister.' Come to think of it - I've been a sister a lot longer than you have, too. So that kind of makes you the 'younger sister,' too." William nodded. "Now - about mom." "Just tell her," Kateri said, a bit frustrated by the woman. "Like Angie said, as far as your mom is concerned, you're damned if you do and damned if you don't." Both siblings laughed as they cut up their appetizers. "Spoken like someone who has not had to live with her for their entire lives," Angie said. Kateri shook her head in disgust. She just didn't understand that woman, nor the way that William and Angela dealt with her. "I do have an idea," William said. "Kat, do you think we could invite mom over to your house for an early supper tomorrow?" Kateri nodded. "Sure, but I'm not much of a cook. Rice and vegetables with a little protein is about all I can offer." "Don't worry," William said. "I'll make everything." Kateri took a double take at her beautiful little partner. "Seriously? You cook?" William nodded. "I cook pretty well, actually." "Like a chef," Angela threw in. "Holy cow!" Kateri smiled. "I'm getting a partner who cooks!? God, if you do housekeeping, too, then it'll be just like I have a wife!" William just looked at her and smiled. "Seriously?" Kateri asked Angela. "He does housework?" Angela wiped her lips. "Let me put it this way: Have you ever heard the word 'retentive?'" XXX Kateri's kitchen wasn't particularly well stocked for a cook of William's expertise, so he decided to keep things simple. Roasted chicken, with stuffing, gravy, corn bread, mashed potatoes, corn and green beans. Not exactly a fancy meal, but it was one of his mother's favorites, so it seemed apropos. "Oh, everything smells good!" His mother said from the entrance. "It's all William's work." Kateri smiled, taking the coats from Angela and her mother. "Oh, so you don't cook?" His mother asked, with a great deal of snark. "Neither do you, mom," Angela pointed out. "Have a seat and have some dip. I'll get you a Diet Coke." "I'd prefer wine." "I bet you would," Angela said without looking back. "You know the deal, mom. You can have one glass of white wine with our meal and that's it. Here. Here's a can of Diet Coke. I'll go see if Willy needs any help." Kateri sat to chat with their mother while Angela went into the kitchen to check on her brother. She kissed his cheek and rubbed his back. "Need any help?" William was pulling his full length apron off and shook his head. "Everything is plated and ready to go. I just need to change. Can you help me with that?" Angela was a bit surprised to see William wearing the same dress she'd given him to wear yesterday. "Sure. I'd love to." When the entered the bedroom, Kateri noticed a dress hanging by the door that was absolutely beautiful. A soft, baby blue, crepe polyester with a scoop neck, zipper up the back, sleeveless top and what was referred to as an 'illusion' hem line, which means that the material at the bottom of the A-line skirt was very sheer in two narrow bands, making the whole dress appear to float. "Whoa!" Angela said as she took the dress down and held it in front of herself. "Where did this come from?" William smiled as he took off Angela's old dress and checked his makeup in the mirror. He was wearing a short, white, lace covered slip which Angela could not recall him purchasing yesterday, either. "The Calvin Klein outlet store opened at ten this morning. I took Kat's car to go grocery shopping, then I went there and got this for next to nothing." "It's beautiful," Angela mused, looking into the mirror, holding the dress in front of herself. "I wish it'd fit me so I could borrow it." She swayed back and forth for a moment while William strapped on the three inch high heeled sandals he was pairing with the dress. They were very simple - beige leather with a narrow strap that crossed his foot just behind his toes, a three inch back that sat against the back of his heel and a tiny strap that encircled his legs just above his ankle. Angela gasped. "Oh, my God! Those are gorgeous. They won't fit me..." Then something occurred to Angela. "Did you say that DROVE to the stores!?" William smiled and nodded as he took the dress from Angela and pulled down the zipper. "Now, THAT is the strangest thing I have heard in the last two weeks." William laughed as he stepped into the dress, worked the top up his arms, the turned and offered the zipper to his sister. She gently ran it up it's track and straightened the dress for him. "Willy... you almost look like a bride in that. I can't believe that my brother could possibly be so beautiful." He hugged her and checked his look in the mirror. "Do I look ok?" Angela just nodded. "Ok," he sighed. "Wish me luck." William and Angela placed the serving plates and bowls on Kateri's small dinning room table, then they called their mother and Kateri in for dinner. "Willy!" His mother said in a surprised voice when she caught sigh of him. "I agree!" Kateri agreed, then she gave him a soft hug and a peck on the cheek, before moving to her seat. "Isn't he beautiful?" "What do you think, Mom?" William asked. "I'm not quite sure what to think, Willy. To be perfectly honest, my head is spinning at the sight of you." "I think we should assume that was a compliment," Angela said. "Mom, come sit here, between me and Willy." Everyone sat and William began by picking up the meat platter. "Mom? Do you want some chicken?" The procedure continued around the table until everyone had meat, potatoes, two vegetables, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce and a homemade corn bread on their plate. Conversation dipped while everyone ate. Most of the talk was about the food or Angela or Kateri telling stories about their girlhood and throughout it all, William's mother would catch glances of her beautiful, feminine son and shake her head to indicate her disapproval. William saw each gesture, but acted as if he did not. He'd just smile. When the meal was done, William stood to clear the table and Angela helped. "I was going to make a fancy desert, but I ran out of time. I did make some gingerbread, though." He placed dessert dishes with a small square of the cake in front of each person, then put a big dollop of home made whipped cream on top of each. Then he poured coffee for everyone and sat himself. His mother had eaten just about half of her dessert when she put down her fork and said, "This is all lovely, Willy, but are we just going to ignore the elephant in the room?" William put down his fork and smiled at his mother. "In fact, mom, there are several elephants in the room today and, yes, it is time that we addressed them." Kateri reached over and took William's hand. "Well?" His mother looked around at the others. William nodded. "Well, mom, the first thing we need to discuss is that Kat has asked me to move in here with her and I'm going to do it." His mother shook her head in a judgmental expression. "Willy, Willy, Willy... haven't you learned anything from the mistakes you watched me make? This is just not right, Willy. Wait a year or so and figure all of this out, honey. Don't just throw away your life on the first girl who has sex with you." "Now, just a minute...!" Kateri was livid, but Angela cut her off. "Stop it, mom. You're attacking for no reason at all. Willy is an adult and can make his own decisions." William stayed calm and held up his arm to stop everyone from speaking. "Mom... I'm not asking for your blessing or even your understanding. I am moving in with Kat and that is the end of that discussion." "Like hell it is," his mother crossed her arms and looked around. "Willy, I don't know what kind of perverted game you and this girl are playing..." "Enough, mom," William tried to interrupt, but his mother ignored him. "... at, but this is all very unnatural. Willy, come with me to my church and talk to the pastor. He was talking about people living in sin, just the other day..." "Enough!" William shouted, much louder than he'd intended, and loud enough to get her to stop. "Mom, I don't know what Bible they read at that church of yours, but living together in love is not a sin, so just stop and let me continue." "Oh, so you're an expert in Biblical interpretation, now," His mother scowled, ready for a battle. "Tell me, Willy, how many times have you read The Bible?" "Twice, mom. I read The New American Edition in college for a course and I read The King James Version on my own. And I suspect that is two times more than you have read it, but that isn't what I need to talk about." She folded her arms and waited. "Well? What do you need to say?" William took a deep, steadying breath in and let it out. "Mom... I found a doctor who can remove these breasts..." "Oh, thank God," his mother shook her head. "... and I have decided that, when she removes the fake breasts, I'm going to have her implant permenant silicon breast implants." His mother's jaw dropped. "What?" "Mom... I have given this a lot of thought and I have decided that I am going to continue to present as a woman. Now, I'd like for you to understand that this is something that I need to do and that I am serious that I intend to present as woman fir the rest of my life, but if you decide that you can't live me this way, then I want you to know that I will still love you." His mother turned to Kateri and said, "This is your doing, isn't it? You get some kind of sick pleasure out of getting boys to cut off their dicks and get them to grow tits. How many boys have you done this to? What happens to them after you're done with them?" Kateri started to speak, but Angela interrupted, "Mom, that is enough! This is Willy's decision. He asked us what we thought of it. Kat never suggested making this permanent at all. So, just stop your accusations and tell Willy that you'll love him, no matter what." Her mother was seething inside. "William, if this is about our fight the other night, then you don't need to mutilate your body to prove a point..." "Mom, you need to stop talking and listen," William said firmly. "Right now, I am only talking about breast implants. I am not talking about removing my penis. Mom, I am a whole different person since Thursday. You haven't seen it, but at work, I have confidence that I've never had before and I am able to express myself better than I have ever done before." "Just because you're dressed like a sissy?" His mother remained on the attack. "Because I found who I really am, mom. THIS is who I am. I am Billie - Not William, or Willy or Bill. Do you understand what I am saying?" "This is absolutely ridiculous," his mother muttered under her breath. "You've all gone crazy, you know that, right? William, please, please, please come see Pastor Sam with me. He will straighten you out, honey, I promise. Just come with me to talk to him." William stood with an elegant, nearly regal poise. "Mother... look at me. Except for the fake breasts, this is how I look, now. Do you see a man in front you, mom? Do you?" "A man in a dress is still a man, Willy," she shook her head. "I was never a man, mom. I was a little guy who is nobody paid any attention to. Now... now I'm getting attention from my colleagues. And before you say it, when I say attention, I don't mean because of the dresses. I am getting the respect of my peers that I never got before. Not only that, I like myself better this way, mom. I'm not going back to being a being a nobody who wears little boys' suits to work. Look at me, mom, and tell me that I am a man in a dress." His mother ran her tongue over her teeth as she thought. "Willy... please... just come and see Pastor Sam for one meeting..." "Ok, that's enough," Angela stood and took her mother by the arm. "Come on, mom. Let's go. Willy went to all this trouble to make it clear that he is doing the right thing and you are being a complete bitch about it. Willy, I'm sorry. Come on, mom. You've said enough, tonight." "No, wait," William said, as he walked to the counter and took the full length apron he'd worn before and put it back on to protect his beautiful, blue dress. "Angie and Kat, why don't you go and watch some TV while mom and I do the dishes." All three women were confused. "Really?" Kateri asked. William nodded and pulled a half apron from the drawer handing it to his mother. "Really. Come on, mom. Let's do the dishes. Ladies - there are plenty of snacks in the other room. Please give mom and me some privacy." He started to fill the sink with water, squirted in some detergent and slid a pair of yellow, Latex gloves onto his hands. "I'll wash. You dry, ok?" His mother shook her head as she picked up a dish towel and shook it open. William loaded the dishes into the sink and, in a very casual voice, she said, "So, that man who took you to the concert the other day... Mr Cronin, right?... are you still seeing him? A little confused by the topic being discussed, his mother said, "Umm... well, yes, in fact I am. We went to dinner and a movie yesterday." "What's he like?" His mother thought for a moment, then smiled. "He's very handsome. Dark hair with a little silver on the temples - very distinguished. He's successful, too. He has a vending machine business, which is a much more lucrative business than I would have expected. He's got a lovely condo down on the lake and a big boat." "Wow! He's sounds wonderful. Having a boat must be fun." "I imagine it is. Of course, since we've started dating, it's been wrapped in white plastic and parked in his driveway, but I'm looking forward to being out on the lake this summer." William smiled as he cleaned the dishes in the sink. "He sounds great, mom. I'm glad that you're happy." "Thank you, Willy," she smiled, then thought for a few moments. "You know, Willy... I really am happy that you've found Kateri." William shook his head and breathed out a quiet laugh. His mother saw that he he didn't believe her. She looked towards the living room and then spoke more quietly. "Willy... honey... maybe... maybe I am a little defensive about you. You were my first baby, Willy. I only want the best for you, honey... for you to be happy. That's all." William stopped washing the dishes for a moment and looked down into the suds. "Mom... Kat makes me happy. So, why can't you just leave well enough alone and let us be happy together." Still in a near whisper, she said, "Willy... I just don't want you to ruin your life the way that I ruined mine." "By having me, you mean?" "Well, no, honey, but... I had you when I was twenty years old and then I had no one around to help me raise you. Learn from my mistakes, Willy. Don't repeat them." "Mom," he sighed at the stupidity of what he was about to say. "Despite how I look and how I am choosing to continue to look, there is absolutely zero-chance that I am EVER going to get pregnant, and if Kat should become pregnant, then that's something we will deal with together." "Sure, that's what you say now, but a baby is a big responsibility - both emotionally and financially. You're still so young..." "And successful, mom. And successful. You never seem to remember that. Mom, I do your taxes. I know EXACTLY how much you make every year and I make four times more than your best year, ever. I also know that you have a two mortgages on that house, but you probably don't realize that I have been paying those myself for the past eight months. You just thought that you were ending up with extra in your account all of a sudden and didn't bother to even check your bank statement to figure out why." "You... you have been paying the mortgage?" "Yes, mom, and I will continue to, even after I move out because I don't think you can get by well enough on what you make. Mom, I was making twice what you make when I was working as a freelance. Kat and I both make well over six figures and would not have to struggle financially if we did have an unexpected pregnancy." His mother stared at him, her mouth agape. She had no idea he was making so much or helping so generously. "So that's our financial situation. Now, let's talk about the morality of us living together. Mom... Kat and I have talked and we are very sure of our feelings for each other. I love her and she loves me. That is all we need. I'm not religious. She's not religious. So, there is no reason for us to seek a blessing from a church. We do plan on having a civil marriage at some point, but not immediately. When that day comes, you'll be the first to know, but it'll only be to make our commitment legal for the sake of insurance, finances and things like that." "Oh, Willy, it just breaks my heart..." "Enough, mom. You know that I am a believer, but I've only gone to church a few times in my life and each time I've gone, the message I've gotten is that 'God is love' - not a weapon to swing at others to make them see things your way." A few tears glistened in his mother's eyes. He didn't want to turn this into another blow out like they'd had the other night, so he softened a bit. "Mom... I love Kat and I want to be with her, but I love you, too, and I don't want to have to remove you from my life because you've decided to be that self righteous person you sometimes like to be." She nodded and sniffled. "Ok... alright... but... what about... the clothes?" "What about them?" "Willy, please... now who's being self righteous? You're a man, Willy. It's one thing to wear a dress for a costume or for some bedtime shenanigans, but Willy... come on. You're talking about mutilating your body and for what? For some sex games? To titillate your girlfriend? Willy, stop and think. If you do this, it will impact every single aspect of your life. It will..." William held a yellow gloved hand to stop her flow of words. He took a breath and looked up and into his mother's eyes. "Mom... please listen carefully. I want you to understand what I'm going to tell you." "Ok," she put down her dish cloth and waited. "I can't remember the first time I ever saw you, mom, but I know that I have always loved you. And one of my earliest memories is of going into your hospital room and holding Angie in my arms and feeling a whole new love burst forth in my heart. I knew immediately that I loved my sister and I never thought I'd feel that kind of... explosion... in my heart again. Then, a few months ago, I met Kat and it all happened again. Something inside me opened up and I felt a whole new kind of love for her." His mother nodded. "Here's the thing though, mom... At no time in my whole life have I ever felt anything but ambivalence about myself. Sometimes, when I did a good job on something, I felt a little pride, but that would fade and sometimes, especially when I looked in a mirror, or when I was in a social situation... I didn't even feel ambivalence. I felt... embarrassment... or disgust... or loathing." "Oh, Willy, please... Please don't say that." "I'm not saying it to be melodramatic, mom. I'm saying it because it's the truth, but here's the thing - On Thursday, for the first time in my life, I met a version of me that I actually loved. A version of me who doesn't just fit in, but who feels comfortable. Who is capable of speaking my mind. Who can be open and honest about my feelings. Mom... until Thursday, when I became Billie, I was pretending. I'm not pretending anymore. This is me, mom. This is how I'm meant to be." His mother nodded and took in the vision that was her son. She breathed a deep sigh and seemed to almost reset her emotions. "You are... very beautiful, Willy. I guess I never really expected that a boy could look this good in a dress. Especially my little boy." William smiled. "Thank you, mom." "Willy, I'm... I'm sorry. I guess I never realized how hard things were for you." She placed her cool palm on his cheek and shook her head in wonder. "You'll always be my beautiful baby boy, Willy. No matter how pretty you look as a woman." William leaned his head onto her hand in a warm, little hug. "That will never change, mom." "I'm glad," she whispered. "Look, baby, maybe I should go have a chat with Kateri. She probably thinks I'm a monster." William nodded. "I'm not going to argue with you. That's kind of how you were presenting yourself." She nodded and let out a small laugh. "I'll send Angie in to help you finish." She kissed his forehead. "I do love you, Willy. I'm just not very good at it." "You're doing great, mom." He returned to washing dishes and within a few moments, a very confused Angela appeared beside him. As she grabbed the dish cloth, she asked, "What did you say to her?" William glanced at her and his red lipsticked lips smiled. "I let her tell me how wrong I was, then I told her that Billie was here to stay. Then I told her I loved her and didn't want to lose her. Everything else was just to explain those two things." "Wow," Angela shook her head and began drying the dishes in the strainer. "And she's ok with everything?" "For now," William shrugged. "I'm sure that, just like with her sobriety, she will have a relapse into her high-and-mighty-ness every now and then, but just like we do when she relapses on her recovery, we'll be there to get her back on track." Angela shook her head in wonder at her brother's patience. "Kids shouldn't have to be their parent's emotional crutches, Willy." He dried his gloves and removed them. Laid them over the faucet-neck and kissed his sister's cheek. "Yes, they should, Angie. That's exactly what mom need from us. I can't ask her to be there for me if I'm not going to be there for her, too." "Huh," Angela said as she dried. "I always heard that THE PARENTS were always supposed to be there for their kids." William hugged his younger, but definitely bigger, sister and laid his head on her shoulder. "And she always will be, Angie. It's just always going to take her a little longer." XXX When William arrived at work on Monday, dressed in a dress that looked as if it were a blouse and skirt, with a black top with medium sized, white polka dots, a sloppy bow that tied loosely at his neck, half-length sleeves that blossomed into flouncy little ruffles at the end with a knee-length, flared, black velvet skirt below, the only notice that was taken by his coworkers involved compliments and oohs and ahhs from his female colleagues. The elegant, four inch heeled, black leather, pointy toed pumps that he wore with them got nearly as much praise as the dress and they succeeded in not only making him feel elegant, but brought him up to the same height as many of his female compatriots. Not all, but at least some. Before he even made it into his office, he'd had a half dozen conversations about the dress, the shoes, the makeup, the hair... it was a whole new world of collegial chatter that he really enjoyed. They'd compliment him, he'd compliment them... it was a lovely way to start the day, but soon he was back in the office he now shared with Angela and going over both his work and hers. "This is almost right," he was telling Angela as he was going over her work. "Almost?" Angela sighed. "You know better than anyone that accounting is about getting it right, Willy. Either it's right or it's wrong. There is no in between." William smiled at her typical accounting student response. That kind of thinking was always being drilled into students by the professors. "It's right as far as it goes." He pointed to the column headings. "You neglected one very important aspect of accounting when you're budgeting for a meeting." Angela blinked. "No I didn't. Look - Materials, printing costs..." she went on and on through her headers. "...what could I have missed?" "When we went into the meeting last week, you told Tess and me to go into the room and you'd get us something. What did you get?" "I got..." she concentrated for a moment. "Snacks. I got you snacks." "And coffee. Those cost money, too, Angie, so you need to include that cost into your budget." Angela laughed and shook her head in disbelief. "What did the snacks cost, Willy? Seventy or eighty dollars? That doesn't come out of petty cash?" "It shouldn't. We need to account for every penny, Angie, and if the meeting is going to provide its guests snacks, then that cost should be associated with meeting costs and not petty cash. Every penny that we can account for is important. When I got here, this company was on the verge of bankruptcy, but through good accounting, it's back on firm ground." "And thanks to GREAT accounting, your brother found out that our old accountant was robbing us blind," Tess said from the door. She smiled as she looked William up and down. "Well, well, well, well, well. It looks like the new girl has some pretty amazing taste in clothing. Classic, pretty, feminine, professional and sexy as hell. Girl, you are doing right!" William chuckled and blushed a little. "Really? I look ok?" "You look HOT, my dear, but I'm sure that Kat and Angie have told you that already." "We did," Angela said with a smirk, "but your stamp of approval is what he's going for. Kat and I were making fun of him when we went shopping. His taste was so different from ours, but then we realized that he was modeling his choices after how you dress." William looked at his sister with a look of disbelief. "You actually said that to each other!?" "Oh, come on, Willy, it was obvious after awhile. Kat said that, if you were going to dress like anyone, Tess was the best choice." Angela smiled and bubbled at his embarrassment. "Well... I'll call around for prices on pastries and redo this budget." She turned and started searching the internet for nearby bakeries. "I'm not sure I'd wear heels that are quite that high, though," Tess shook her head. "They are gorgeous, but I'm already unusually tall for a woman, and I don't think my calves could stretch that far." He looked down at his feet and smiled. "They are a little tiring, but I feel so tall! I really like them." "Well, you are killing it, but I'm actually here because Lorraine wants you and me to meet her in the conference room, right now. So, grab your laptop and let's go." When they reached the conference room, Lorraine had the entire, huge conference table covered in printouts. "Oh, good, you're both here." "What's all this mess?" Tess asked, sounding very concerned about the amount of work ahead of her. "This," Lorraine huffed and shook her head, "is every bit of data that either of you have ever given me regarding the roll out of the new game. I need it narrowed down to under ten pages for the overview I'll be sending to every investor and stockholder. So... how do we take all of this and reduce it to ten pages or less." William began to puruse the paperwork, while Tess just folded her arms and shook her head, letting her frustration show. "Why didn't you just ask for a summery from both of us, Lorraine? It could take us hours to go through all of this paperwork and we have..." "Here,"William interrupted. "This all you need. These three pages tell the whole story." Tess sighed a laugh at William's efficiency. "Or... we could just let the new girl take care of it and it will be solved in less than two minutes." Lorraine smiled and took the papers from William. "Please, ladies, have a seat. Tess, could you just close the door first? Thanks." When they were all seated, Lorraine spoke. "So... Billie... we need to get a few things straight around here." William was sitting with his knees crossed, the black velvet skirt of his dress hanging prettily over his thighs and knees. He cleared his throat. "Umm, Lorraine, I believe we had a conversation about what I would and wouldn't be willing to discuss. How I choose to live my life is my business..." Lorraine held up her hand to stop him. "Billie. I want to talk about your department, not your wardrobe. So, if I may continue?" "Oh," William sat a bit straighter. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood. Please continue." Lorraine chuckled at his formality. "Well, thank you, very much." She glanced at Tess who was smiling broadly. "Billie... If last week taught us anything it is that we cannot afford to be in a position of having just one person in the Accounting Department. You are very, very good at what you do, but if you are not available when we need you, then we have a big problem." William nodded. "So, in order to ensure that we are never in that position again, we need to make some changes to your department." "What kind of changes?" William asked. "More personnel, for starters," Tess interjected. William looked at her and she continued to talk. "Look, Billie, when Lorraine and I started Firefly, it was just the two of us. Lorraine designed the prototype games and I was on the phone finding ways to promote her ideas. Very quickly, we realized that we needed to share our responsibilities with other, capable people. Now, we both know how difficult it is to divvy up the jobs so that others can do the work while you retain the responsibility of running your aspect of the office, but it's time that you face facts and become, not just an accountant, but a manager." "You'll still be our chief accountant, Billie, but you will be hiring a staff that you will train to do the grunt work. You will delegate and monitor their work and, most importantly, make sure that you have a second, or even a third, in charge who can be on call if you are not available for any reason." Lorraine added. When William remained quiet, Tess asked, "Do you think you can do this?" William took in a deep breath. "If I said I'd rather not, then what would happen? Would I lose my job?" "No," Lorraine said, emphatically. "We would, however, have to hire at least one other accountant who would have to act as your supervisor and would also hire other accountants to divest your responsibilities to a larger department." "Obviously, you are our first choice as department head," Tess assured him, "but we need to make sure that we never have a situation in which you are incapacitated, for any reason, and the accounting department can't function." William looked at his skirt and ran his fingers through the plush material as he thought. "So... if I do manage the department, how would it be configured and can I hire Angela as one of the accountants?" Lorraine smiled. "I like Angela, Billie, and I think she is a stabilizing personality for you, so, yes, she can be one of your hires - BUT - she is still very young and inexperienced. So, if you do hire her, then I need you to consider that she is actually not a fully functioning accountant, yet. I am happy to hire her at an entry salary so you can train her, but remember that she needs to be closely supervised for a good long while." "Understood. Thank you," he nodded. "And remember," Tess pointed out, "if she would prefer to work in Marketing, I would love to have her work with me." "That's great," he nodded, again. "Thank you both. I know I was a bit of a jerk when she showed up, but... it's different now." "You're sisters, now," Tess reached over and petted his knee. "Being a sister is different, Billie. You need each other more." He sighed and smiled. "That's the truth. I need everyone more than before. Angie, Kat, you guys... even my mother." Both women laughed at that. "I bet that relationship has gotten more complicated lately, huh?" Tess laughed. William shook his head. "My relationship with my mother has always been complicated." "They all are," Tess nodded. "So..." he sighed, "...can I start out with Angie and a couple of other people who I know who are talented and trustworthy?" "So, three plus you?" Lorraine asked. William nodded. "I can design oversight areas for each of them and have them submit their work to me to monitor. Is that good?" "That's perfect," Lorraine agreed. William thought for a moment. "Where would they work? My office is big enough for me, but it's a bit crowded already, with just Angie working with me." "We've considered that," Lorraine smiled, "and we've made arrangements to lease the remainder of the space on this floor. It is being renovated, as we speak, to create new space for both Accounting and Marketing. Both you and Tess will have larger offices, nearly as big as mine, and each member of your staff will have a desk in a more open area, and you'll both have a conference room for your own department meetings. Not as big as this one, but big enough for department meetings. What do you think?" William was gobsmacked. "Wow! That's... that's amazing. That sound great." Lorraine's smile disappeared as she nodded. "There is one more, very important thing that we need to discuss, though, Billie." "Oh?" "Yes. See, Billie... up until now, it's always been Tess and me and then everyone else. Some of these people who work here have been with us since the beginning and, those who take on more responsibility are compensated accordingly, as I am sure you know." "The thing is, though," Tess took over, "those people aren't considered managers or supervisors. Even though the company has grown substantially, Lorraine and I are the only actual department heads." "Until now," Lorraine added. "The problem is though, Billie, you've only been an employed here for a few months and my first inclination was to moderate your pay accordingly." William nodded. "I understand. Honestly, I am very happy with my current pay." "Well, you shouldn't be," Tess laughed. "Billie, I know what you make and I know that, without you, this company wouldn't even be here, today. If you are going to be a supervisor as well as an accountant, then you need to be properly compensated." Lorraine grunted in frustration. "I don't know what you did this weekend, Billie, but I spent the weekend arguing this point with Tess and she was relentless." "Only because I am right." Tess said with conviction. "Well..." Lorraine shook her head, "right or wrong, she won. So," she slid some paperwork in front of William, "in order to compensate you for being the head of accounting, this is what we'd like to offer you as a yearly salary." He looked at the employment agreement. It was all pretty standard, until he reached the salary section. He stopped and read it several times before he was able to process the offer. He looked at Lorraine first and then at Tess before he said, "Are you serious? This is... a lot of money. It's more than three times what I'm making now." The women nodded and Tess said, "Billie... you saved us from going under and, well... look at what you've done for us since last week. We put you through hell on Thursday and you didn't just put up with it, you became a powerhouse. Our own little accounting spitfire, who has really good taste in clothing." William laughed at that. "Kat and Angie said I was picking out frumpy clothes." Tess cleared her throat. "Yes, well, we've seen their idea of fashion, haven't we? If you'd like me to take you shopping sometime, Billie, just let me know." XXX "Billie?" The nurse asked. "This way, please. Dr. Davis will see you, now." William rose and headed to the door, followed by Kateri. The nurse stopped them and said, "It's usually just the patient who sees the doctor. Are you family?" "She's my wife," William said, without missing a beat. The nurse nodded. "Ok, but if the doctor asks you to leave, please don't be offended." Rather than an examination room, they were shown into a lovely, paneled office with an elaborately carved, grossly oversized desk. "Please take a seat. The doctor will be right in," the nurse said, laying a medical folder on the doctor's desk and leaving. "Are you nervous?" Kateri asked as she squeezed his hand. "A little, I guess. I mean... it is a big thing, right?" "It is, babe. No doubt about it." At that moment, the office door swung open and the rather stern, but still quite beautiful, Dr Davis entered the office. "Good afternoon, ladies. I am sorry if I kept you waiting." She took a quick glance at the paperwork in the folder as she sat behind the desk. "Oh, of course, Billie. I'm sorry. It's been a long day and I haven't had a moment to look at my calendar. Besides, the last time I saw you, you had on a blonde wig and looked like a genie from an old TV show." She smiled at William, then looked at Kateri. "I'm sorry." She extended her hand. "Joan Davis. And you are?" Before Kateri could respond, William said, "Kateri is my partner, Dr. Davis and I want her here to hear what is discussed." "Of course," the doctor nodded. "So - Let me take a quick look at your breasts and I can give you a better idea of a timeline as to when they can be safely removed. Just untie the bow at your neck. I should be able to see what I need to see from there." The doctor prodded and pulled on the prosthetics and finally proclaimed, "The adhesive is still very well well bonded to your skin, but that bond will lessen over time. I'd say that by mid March or so, we should be able to get them off. Until then, I'm afraid that you'll need to continue to present as a women, but, I must say, for someone who, just a few days ago, acted as if I was insulting you when I asked about implants, you seem to have adapted well to your new... persona." William smirked at the doctor's strange bedside manner. "Yes, doctor, but... I think you may have been a bit more insightful than I thought. When we spoke on Friday, I had not considered for a moment that I would want remain as a woman, but... I guess... I guess you... kindled the idea of staying this way and, well..." William took a deep breath. He'd only ever said this to people he loved. Saying it out loud to a stranger was much harder. "I have found that I am much happier... this way. I would like to discuss the possibilities of staying this way." The doctor sat back and folded her arms. "Billie. Typically, that kind of surgery would not occur until the patient had been living as a woman and monitored by a psychologist for at least a year. Now, as I told you, I may waive that waiting period as a favor to you because you mean a lot to Lorraine, HOWEVER, I cannot even consider that if the best description of what you want from me is 'staying this way.' What, exactly, would you like from me?" William understood her need for him to confirm his desire, so he took a deep breath and said, "Dr, Davis... I have decided that I would like to continue to present as a woman, and to that end, I would like for you to implant breasts of approximately this size and shape into my chest. Is this something that you can do for me?" The doctor smiled and nodded. "Yes, Billie, I can help you with that." XXX "Oh, my God! Look at you!" Raquel squealed on Friday morning as she looked up from the 'coffee and' table she was stocking in the pit. "You got to be the girl, this week!" Raquel was dressed as Dolly Parton's well endowed character in the movie '9 to 5.' Kateri smiled at her colleague, her icy-blue gown flowing around her body. "I did. Bill got to pick our costumes this week and he said he wanted me to be beautiful for a change." "Oh, that's so sweet. You guys make a great couple." Kateri looked at the amazing gown Kateri wore. The tight, silver-blue, flattering bodice that led down to the straight, split front skirt, with the long, long train behind it. The very sheer, white sleeves with the dark blue coloring near her fingers, fading into white by her elbows. The long, braided, platinum blonde wig that flowed down her back, giving her a Scandinavian look. "So, if you're Elsa, then Billie must be dressed as... wait... Elsa doesn't have a love interest." She gasped. "Don't tell me she came as Anna?" Kateri laughed at Raquel's choice of pronouns and nodded. "SHE did." "Oh, I have to see this! Where is she?" "In her office." Kateri smiled broadly as Raquel hustled away in her tight skirt to see William's costume. She hadn't thought about it before, but it did make sense that she would have to rethink William's pronouns. Did that make him her girlfriend, now? She'd never considered having a romantic girlfriend before, but it seemed like that was what she had, now. "Where is she?" Raquel asked as she burst into William's office, surprising Angela, who was dressed as a 1920s flapper. "Who?" Angela yipped. "Billie! I heard she's dressed as Princess Anna. I just saw Kat dressed as Elsa and she looked great. Where's Billie?" Oh?" Angela laughed. "When you said 'she' you confused me. Umm, 'she's' in with Tess and Lorraine. She should be back... oh, here she is now?" Raquel let out an audible gasp when she saw William enter wearing a very well made replica of the dress that Princess Anna wore to her sister's coronation in the film, 'Frozen.' She took him in, from his head to his toes. A strawberry blonde wig, with the one streak of white, perfectly quaffed into a braided updo, lead to the beautifully madeup face, his long, thin neck with the black ribbon necklace that held a royal emblem on it, his bare, cream colored, little shoulders, the tiny, blue satin sleeves that hung loosely on his biceps, the one inch gold edging that outlined the curved top and arrow-head shaped bottom of the black velvet bodice with the Scandinavian design embroidered into the velvet field and then... and then... the skirt. That beautiful, iconic skirt. The floor length, wide skirt made of recessed, blue satin panels alternating with the more forward constructed green panels with the bright, embroidered traditional designs. The amazing skirt just touched the floor, obscuring the tiny, kitten heeled matching, embroidered slippers beneath, but Raquel imagined them, anyway. "Oh, Billie," she gushed as she touched the expensive material of the skirt, "you look like a real life princess. Anna is my favorite Disney Princess and I LOVE 'Frozen,' so much. And this dress, Billie... it's so beautiful. Oh, my goodness..." she touched the skirt and felt the material beneath. "Are you wearing a petticoat?" "He's wearing two," Angela giggled. "He's adorable, isn't he?" "Adorable doesn't come close to describing how she looks." Raquel put both of her hands on her cheeks and shook her head. "Oh, Angie, it must be so wonderful to have such a pretty brother. My brothers are great, but... they're big guys. They could never pull off anything like this. Maybe, they could pull off the mother from 'Hairspray,' or something like that, but never Elsa or Anna." "It is pretty cool," Angela smiled. "I do admit that this costume did surprise me. Seeing him on a dress is one thing, but a gown like this and with the petticoats... that's pretty special." William finally let out a breath and smiled. "Well, I admit that I never expected this, either, but - in for a penny, right?" "See, I just finished telling her that she was born to be a beautiful woman," Tess said as she entered the office. She handed William a folder. "You forgot this file, Billie." She touched his hair and shook her head. "I do wish that every man could look like this from time to time, but there is always a place for tall, dark and handsome, too." "See, I was never able to pull that off," William smiled as he passed by Angela and Raquel and moved to the far side of his desk. He smoothed his skirts as he sat in his desk chair and was surprised to see the three women watching him. "Did I do it right?" "Perfectly," Angela said with a smile. "Like a pro," Raquel said. Then she said, "I need to go." As she left, Tess said, "You did it like you were born to be a princess, Billie. We're all very proud of you." Tess turned and left, too. "Proud of me?" William laughed as he booted up his computer. "That seems like an odd thing to say." Angela sat at her desk and looked at him. "We all are proud of you, Willy. I mean, for me it's like you really are my little sister, but I think that all the women here look at you as if you are a little niece or a cousin who is growing into womanhood. How many women around here have complimented you or offered fashion, hair or makeup advice to you this week?" "Most of them," he shrugged. "Before last Thursday, I don't think most of them even knew who I was." "See. You're they're project, now. Get used to it, Willy. They'd all love to have a feminine boy to dress up like a doll, but most men wouldn't stand for it. They're all living vicariously through your progression into womanhood. It's really cool for us to see, Willy. Really cool." XXX That Friday evening's team building party was a whirlwind of fun for William. This time, Lorraine had booked the after-work party at a local function hall that typically catered to weddings and other large functions. There was, as usual, a DJ who played dance music and provided opportunities for karaoke performances. The highlights of the night included Kateri's terrible, but very fun, performance of 'Let It Go,' and William and Kateri's equally subpar, but enjoyable performance of 'Frozen's' duet, 'Love is an Open Door.' It was pretty early on in the evening that William noticed that his younger sister was sitting with a young man named Eric who worked as a game designer at Firefly. Not only were they sitting at the same table and dancing with each other, but Eric was dressed in a 1920s gangster costume to match Angela's flapper costume. "Has Angie said anything to you about dating that guy, Eric, from Game Design?" William asked Kateri as he kept his eye on the younger couple. Kateri glanced at them, then smiled at William. "No, but I did overhear Eric telling one of the other guys that he thought that Angie was hot." "Hot?" William sat a bit straighter. "Is he a good guy? Should I be worried about Angie's safety?" Kateri laughed at that. "Billie. Angie's not a child. She can take care of herself." At that moment, Angela stood, kissed Eric and headed to the ladies' room. "I'm just going to talk to her," William said as he stood. "Billie," Kateri tried to stop her boyfriend from leaving, but he was already headed to the lobby to intercept Angela. Angela was almost to the lavatory door when William caught up with her. "Hey, Angie. Can we talk for minute?" Angela smiled at her pretty, little brother. "Sure, Willy. What's up?" William looked back through the doors into the function room where he had a clear shot to Eric. "Umm... I was just noticing that you and Eric came as a couple tonight. Are you guys seeing each other?" "Aww, you're trying to be my big brother. How sweet," Angela smiled and touched his cheek. "Don't worry, Willy. I can handle myself and Eric's a nice guy." William smiled at his sister's tease. "Ange... I'm just trying to be a good brother... or sister... of whatever. Is this something serious or what?" "We went out for drinks after work on Wednesday, Willy. That's all. This is... kind of... our second date. I, not going to sleep with him or anything, at least not for a while. We're just having a good time together and getting to know each other. Ok?" William looked from his sister to the young designer and he smiled. "Ok. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just being a little over protective." He looked at the man in the fedora and the wide lapeled suit. "He is very cute, Angie. Congratulations." "Cute!? Did you just call him CUTE!?" Angela laughed. "Oh, my God, Willy, those petticoats are affecting your brain." She kissed his forehead, then looked at her date, again. "He is a bit of a stud, though, isn't he? I really like him." William leaned his head on her shoulder. "That's great, Angie." XXX The sex that night was as exciting and experimental as they'd been enjoying all week. The costumes and the petticoats had kept them both excited and longing for each other all day. Kateri took the lead in bed and they both fell asleep satisfied and exhausted. Saturday was a day of relaxation. William made eggs Benedict for breakfast and they cuddled on the couch watching old, romantic movies until, around four o'clock, they both received a text from Angela inviting them to join Angie and Eric for dinner at a very popular restaurant. Eric's parents ran the place and they could get reservations when no one else could. Excited by the prospect of a great meal, they both put on nice dresses and did themselves up beautifully for a special night. William wore a black dress he'd gotten at a discount at Nordstrom Rack. It was a Jersey style, very plain, buttoned-polo-shirt-style collar, three quarter sleeves and an A-line skirt that just touched his knees. It was comfortable and stylish without being flashy. Kateri's dress was a spaghetti strap affair that clung to her curves like it was painted on. She looked astounding in it. The restaurant was crowded and a little noisy, but Eric turned out to be a very gregarious and interesting dinner companion. He had a deep knowledge of books and movies and was up to date on current events. The dinner conversation was affable and interesting and amusing, and the food was absolutely delicious. Their conversation continued into dessert and beyond. In fact, they didn't leave the restaurant until at least an hour after the dessert was all consumed. "I am so stuffed," William grunted from the passenger seat of Kateri's car. "I don't think I've ever enjoyed a meal as much." "I know," Kateri laughed. "It was delicious, though, wasn't it? And Eric is a nice guy, too. I think that they make a really sweet couple." "They do," William agreed. "Angie seems happy. That's all that matters, I guess. I wonder what my mother will dislike about him when she meets him." "I'm sure she'll love him." William laughed out loud, as Kateri pulled into the driveway at her house. "Have you learned nothing about my mother?" She put the car in 'park' and both of them exited the car, giggling. "She's going to love him, eventually, just like she's going to love me, some day." Kateri put her arm around William's shoulders. "I mean... I love you and you love me, so eventually your mom is going to love me, too." Kateri dug into her pocketbook and pulled out her keys, inserting the correct key into the door handle, turning it and opening the door. "She's going to have to love you, because I'm completely smitten with you and I'm..." William stopped talking and both he and Kateri stared in shock at the mess in front of them. In the light of the one lamp that they'd left on, they could see that the quaint little house was filled with litter and debris. Cabinets were opened and knocked over, glass was shattered, furniture broken and splintered on the floor. "Oh, God," Kateri gasped. "Someone broke in. We've been robbed." For a moment, they both stood in shock in the doorway, then, slowly, they both stepped into the mess. "This is crazy," William whispered. "We should call the police." Suddenly, the door behind them slammed shut. "No need to call the police," a dark shape that had been hiding behind the door spoke. Both William and Kateri were too shocked to say anything, but the shape spoke again. "So, you're a lesbo, huh?" It laughed. They could smell the liquor on his breath. "That explains a lot." "Who are you?" Kateri demanded, but her voice was shaky with fear. "What do you want." "Ask your little bitch girlfriend," the voice said, angrily. "Because of her, I lost my job. My really cushy job. I really liked that job. But she made a big deal out of a little flirting and now I have to move into a more affordable place. Return my car to the dealership. Sell my boat. Now... she's going to pay for being a big mouthed cunt who couldn't mind her own business." "Shane Harris?" William asked, more confused than frightened. "That asshole from Bunker Hill Investors?" Kateri asked, as the figure moved into the light from the one working lamp in the room. Harris laughed. "Did you just call me an asshole, bitch? You have no idea how big an asshole I can be." "You're drunk," Kateri said. "Just leave now and we won't say anything to the police. Just go." "No chance." He pointed at William. "She ruined my life. Now, I'm going to ruin hers." He grabbed William by his hair and pulled him close. "But first - maybe we can find some good use for that big mouth of yours." To be continued