We went our separate ways about eleven, Amy and Guy, Kylie and Carl andof course Brett and myself.Arriving home at the same time as a slightly tipsy m...m and dad, weretired to the lounge to have a nightcap, somehow the discussion gotaround to me, and the things that I had done to help the family, I wasvery easy with this, at first Brett was a bit uncomfortable, but soonrelaxed when he realised I was easy discussing my future, the talk gotaround to my decision to become a total woman, and dad. We found a big flat rock on the far side of the pond, and she snuggled against me. I whispered into her ear: ‘Emily, please tell me I’m not dreaming. I don’t know that I could bear it if I was.’ She turned to me, looked deeply into my eyes, and wordlessly moved her lips to mine. Seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes seemed like hours. I’d kissed girls before, sure. But this was different. There was something behind it, not passion, not horniness. I was falling in love with her. I could. A pale blue denim shirt, sleeves rolled, collar buttoned down and pair of soft tan ankle boots completed her. I put my dress of yesterday back on but had no idea where my knickers were. And so it was that, naked but for my dress and shoes, I went with Emily to a small café which you would never find if you didn’t know it. There was no sign outside but inside was a warm and welcoming atmosphere of check tablecloths, light wood floors and bent back chairs. I drank tea, ate bacon and mushrooms and. Then he put his hand on my head, brought me to himself, and gave me a hug. The hug felt so relieving that in 4-6 seconds, I was feeling good. Then I tried to mildly let go off his embrace but he was not letting me! I did not know what to say and continued to stick to him. Then slowly he started rubbing my back, which felt good too. Then he separated me from himself and put both his hands on my shoulders. He looked at me, smiled, and planted a kiss on my forehead. The he touched my hands from my.