I was frightened as could be but myfears were in vain for nothing happened. I was never so relieved as when wearrived safely home.When my nerves quiet...d down I began to feel elated about my experience andfor the first time I realised that I was beginning to enjoy my novelposition. I knew I looked well in feminine attire and the softness,daintiness, and variety of the clothes appealed to me more and more.The next day was much like the preceding ones. I spent the day in a cottonhousefrock helping. I had to be at work in the morning; I was gonna need the money. It was only Thursday; tomorrow was a work day. I'd be finding me a lawyer during lunch time and a more permanent place on the weekend.Sacked out on the lumpy motel mattress, I was thinking. What do I want? What am I gonna do? I got a good job. Good friends. My bartender knows me by name. Hey, if all I gotta fuck with is a whore wife, I'll just get away from her, and everything will be fine. Hey I got prospects, I told myself.I. She said, “While going back, I’ll take some of your sweatshirts.”Then I came out and got dressed. I locked the door, and we left. She was wearing a red jumpsuit and red lipstick, which suited her well. I just complimented her that she was looking beautiful. She said, “I was waiting when you would say this.” We laughed and then got on the bike.I had a black Royal Enfield Himalayan to mention. Fast forward, it was a good ride. We reached the restaurant, which was 47 km away. I knew her sister, so. And felt guilty. She was right, however mad the plan she had cooked up was, it was to get me into Jason’s pants. Or him into mine. “I’m sorry,” I whispered and lowered my eyes to the floor. “Hey, it’s okay.” Her index finger lifted my chin up, and I felt a sudden bout of gratitude. “You know what to do.” And I did. She leaned forward again, and I closed my lips around her nipple. It felt strange, so soft and firm at the same time. I could feel the small bumps and ridges of her otherwise silky.