Did I want to be a woman forgood? Well, right now I just loved being a woman with my wife, andthat was good enough for me for now. When I left Joell...n, therewas a spring in my step, and my nails were long and red, and myface felt so perfect it might have been lacquered on. I spent therest of the afternoon dressing, and practicing my postures andgestures, walking daintily, staying loose-wristed, talking all upand down the scale instead of in a male monotone, things like that. I felt very good. He left me a messageonline telling me the pub he was going to be in.I knew I could not meet as a girl (I had never gone out in public eventhough I had an extensive wardrobe). But I was intrigued to see him. So tocut a long story short, here I am in the pub, in boy mode, looking acrossthe bar at Zac, patiently waiting for his dream domme girl to turn up andmeet him. He was as handsome as his picture suggested, and still wearingall black. He had a manly chest with a very slim waist and legs. His. That, he had to admit, was certainly no visual hardship either. With his erection barely at half-mast, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the lips. To say this fulfilled a long-time fantasy would be an understatement. It was the experience of a lifetime – which is why the second kiss was even more intense. From Melody’s viewpoint, it was the hottest thing she had ever contemplated. Kissing her father passionately and any way you look at it – sexually, was an eventuality most. But he hadn't expected anything fancy.He stood, looking at Francine, as she looked around the room. The "dress" she was still wearing inflamed him. He tried to resist those feelings."Are you okay?" he asked, after she stood there silently for what seemed like forever.She turned to face him."No," she said, softly."Can I help?" Yes. No." She lifted one hand and wiped at an eye. "Oh Brady," she mewled."What's wrong?" I missed you so much," she whimpered. "That's what's so wrong." I'm here now." I.