. But what I'm hearing is that it's important to you that you be able to share this part of yourself with him. And that's wholly up to you, Danielle. ...hether you do, and when you do, is something only you can decide."Danielle couldn't help but feel irritated with Katrina for a little while. How much more useless advice could she get? I want to share this with him. Well, duh! Ned had warned her at the beginning that sometimes a therapist's job simply came down to repeating what the client was. We made small talk with a few fellow neighbors for a while, occasionally ducking into someone's apartment for drink refills or a snack. Between the painkillers and the booze, I felt like I was floating on air. I remember talking to people, but not exactly what was said. I remember two or three guys approaching me, but I wasn't attracted to them, so I politely excused myself after a few minutes each time. Then I made eye contact with the one I knew was right. He looked a little over. I helped her up, and we left the room. Her hand staying firmly at the back of her ass, as she giggled her way down the stairs.Back in the front room, now seemingly at home in front of me with her nakedness, she passed me a glass of wine. From beneath lowered eyelids, she said, "Did you like that view?"One large gulp and my wine was gone, putting the glass on the table, I held my arms to her.She smiled up at me, then came and hugged me tightly. She looked at me, "Now I must wash you, then we can. He asked me if I liked sex. I had to remain in character. I said that I was submissive and not sure what I was looking for. Jim suggested that I meet him and Champ at his house in the country. No pressure just meet for a few drinks and sees what happens. I had my invite to meet Jim in person but if I met was not sure if I was going to have to be used by one of his dogs or not. I decided that now was the time to let Jim know that I was a guy pretending to be a woman.I typed to Jim, "Jim, I have.