She walks behind me and I feel her hands on my bare skin. Bare skin, of course, is what shes after, so she begins unzipping my dress to reveal more of...it. I imagine Im the one who looks like the mannequin now, standing like a statue. She softly kisses the recently unzipped parts of me my neck, my shoulders, my back. She is deft and sensual and patient. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her lips as she kisses her way downward. I cant feel anything except her wet, gentle lips not my bra. If you insist I will stop cross dressing, I will do it, I promise.? But again my eyes are averted toward the wedding dress.?John, you are fucking hopeless. If it?s the dress you want then the dress you shall have.? With one sweep of her hands she grabs me and plunges her engagement ring on my finger. With strength I never knew she had, I am dragged into Sergio?s. Although we are both wearing high heels she is in slacks and takes enormous steps. I am totally preoccupied in keeping my balance as. ’ My God, she picked the names I had chosen. I was ready to cry but did my best to hold back. Little Mary, who was hardly able to walk, grabbed my leg. I picked her up and gave her a little hug. She looked just like her mother. She gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, ‘Dada’. Kathy said, ‘I’m sorry, she doesn’t know too many words and dada is one of the first they learn.’ I said, ‘Please don’t apologize for that. It was nice to even hear her say it.’ We walked over to the patio table. ’ ‘What do you plan do to?’ ‘I don’t know. It’s something I’ll have to think about.’ I left her apartment after getting a promise for her to return to work. I drove to the Center and informed Mrs. Jordon of the outcome and said I’d also show up. The next morning my training began. It was a small class of only ‘one’ and Sherrie was the instructor. For three weeks we met and went through the curriculum. She was an excellent teacher. She was animate in the presentation, her explanations were clear.