Make me feel safe."The tears had reached the point where surface tension was no longer enough to hold them in check and one by one they began sliding ...own her cheeks. I transitioned us to the big bed, with me on my back and Allison spooned to my side with her head on my shoulder. This was the way we usually slept, or at least how we always started out, except this time Jamie was spooned to her back, leaning on one elbow gently stroking Allison's hair from just above her ear all the way down to. I turned at the top of the stairs and although I knew that I was inviting trouble I couldn’t resist teasing her. ‘Oh by the way,’ I started casually. She looked up. ‘Bloody hell Emms….. but you really are SO cute and sexy when you are angry!’ I laughed. I made a bolt for the stairs but she must have been jet propelled because just as I stepped off the bottom riser she smashed bodily into my back, spinning me round and trapping me against the closed door at the bottom. We were both breathless. I asked why she didn’t call me up to satisfy that craving? She replied that she didn’t want to ask me after we had a blazing row the night before. She thought I would say no. I laughed at this and lent in to kiss her softly on her forehead and apologised for making her feel like that. With the dildo still in my hand, I turned to look at my fiancé and with a smile on my face asked if it had fully satisfied her. To my surprise she said yes. This made me laugh again. I then asked if she thought it. I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this incredible beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my nude reflection more closely, admiring the soft curves and the angelic face that suggested just a hint of devilishness. "Well, missy," I said in my musical voice, "What do we do now?" Obviously, clothes were the first thing I needed to tackle. The question I needed to answer was which was potentially more embarrassing--To buy women's clothing in my male body, or to be seen in public as a woman wearing.