David's Story

Chapter 6.
A different Dana.

I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: Now I know!

Over the next few months, Dana was around about as much as she was before we went to the event, and always looked fantastic. It was hard to tell, and most people wouldn’t be able to tell, that there was really a guy in there somewhere. His mastery of being feminine was amazing. He had let his eyebrows fill back in a little, but still kept them very neat. And, allowed his hair to grow.

It was also interesting to listen to him work on a feminine voice. There were times that he would be softly singing while he did chores. He would do vocal exercises on a regular basis. He would also work of the other aspects of talking like a woman, grammar, body English, vocabulary, and so on.

He and Michelle, whose real name is Mike, also talked and e-mailed on a regular basis. I also talked in the same way with Joan, and it was interesting comparing notes on our two girls. Michelle was out and about a lot, where Dana was almost a home body. We had gone out a couple of times as girlfriends, but it was nothing spectacular. Just a trip or two the mall early in the morning, and a drive to the park and a walk.

One day I heard a woman singing somewhere in the house, and I followed the singing to its source. It was David. I stopped in the doorway and just listened for awhile. He sounded very nice. It had taken him about five months to do this, and he was very happy with himself.

Finding his feminine voice changed things. It was like she had really found herself and was ready to be Dana. We started going out more as Beth and Dana. Doing things that David and I usually did, like grocery shopping and going to the mall. Actually it was more fun going to the mall with Dana then with David. She loved to look at clothes, lingerie, shoes, jewelry, anything feminine.

Dana also started to be around in the bedroom a little more, and I won’t get into details. But, it added a lot to our love making.

One day David and I were sitting having dinner, and he asked, “Would you mind if I went to a support group meeting with Michelle?”

“No.”, I replied, “Can I came too?”

“I’d . . . I’d like to do it myself this time if you don’t mind?”

I was hurt, but I said, “I guess not. Maybe you just need to see if you can do this by yourself don’t you?”

“Yea. I’d like to.”

“It’s all right. I guess Dana needs to fly solo.”

“Do you mind if I spend the night? It is a two-hour drive each way.”

I sat there and just looked at him for a couple of seconds, and I guess the look on my face said what I was thinking, ‘Go out alone as Dana and spent a night without me. I don’t like it. But, . . . ‘

He finally said, “Never mind. I’ll just drive over and back. The girls go out after the meetings, so it’ll be really late before I get back.”

“I guess it’s not good for a pretty girl to be out on the streets alone after dark. So, just stay. But, it’ll cost you when you get back.”

I saw his face light up, as he said, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. But, it’s really going to cost you.”

“Anything you want. You can have.”

As I got up to clear the table, I thought, ‘Be careful what you say.’

A week later, on Saturday, Dana spent a good part of the day getting ready to go to the support group meeting. And, as usual she was looking very good. She had chosen a very nice gray suit with a knee length pleated side-zip skirt, and a very pretty white blouse to wear under the jacket. The black over calf boots with a two and a half inch heel looked really sharp with the suit. Her purse was a black over the shoulder bag. The triple strand of pearls around her neck just said, ‘I’m a girl.’ She looked like an executive going to her high paid job.

Her nails were perfect, even though they were where press ons and not acrylics. She wore a pair of large hoop earrings. She had added a few rings to her fingers. But, I also noticed that she had removed her wedding band. A woman’s watch, that we had gotten on a one of our trips to the mall. And, her perfume was just perfect for her.

As she was getting ready to walk out the door, I looked at her, and said, “Very nice.”

“Thanks.”, she said.

I could tell she was nervous, as she was usually a chatter box, but right now she was very quiet. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and said, “I’ll miss you. Drive carefully.”

“I will. And, I’ll miss you too.”

I watched as she walked out to David’s car and got in just like a girl would. She started the car, backed out of the driveway, waved, and drove down the street.

I felt . . . Well. I don’t know how I really felt. Maybe it was like a mother feels when her child leaves home. Maybe it was like I lost something. Maybe . . .

I went to the den to check the computer to see if Joan was on-line, but she wasn’t. So, I just sat, and tried to read for awhile to get my mind off of Dana being gone. It didn’t work. So, I just sat there staring out the window.

About an hour after Dana had left, I heard the familiar beep from the computer telling me that I had an instant message. I walked over to the computer and it was an instant message from Joan. And, it said, “Are you there?”

I sat down and typed, “Yes.”

“Michelle just left for the support group meeting.”

“She left you home?”

“Yes. I take it Dana left you home too?”

“Yes. And, I feel kind of weird about it.”

“I know. It ‘s the first time that Michelle has gone without me. And, she’s staying the night.”

“Isn’t the meeting close to you?”

“Yes. She said something about some of the girls going out afterwards and it being too late to drive home.”

“Dana’s staying the night too.”

“I’m going to call you.”

“OK.”

A minute later the phone rang, and I answered it, “Joan?”

“Yea honey. It’s me?”, Joan replied.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know. But, Michelle has done this a couple of times before.”

“Why?”

“It was when she had a couple of meetings with guys.”

“Oh.” I sat there thinking, ‘What’s going on. Was Dana meeting some guy?’

“Honey. Are you all right?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I’m not saying that’s what’s happening. It just has in the past.”

“I know. But, this isn’t like Dana.”

“Maybe since this is Dana’s first meeting, they’re going to party with some of the girls afterwards and they just didn’t want to drive afterwards.”

“Maybe. But, why didn’t they just say that?”

“I don’t know. Michelle is secretive sometimes.”

“But, Dana never has been.”

“Michelle did leave here as Mike, but took Michelle’s things with her. Saying that she didn’t have time to change here and would do it at the motel. It’s the first time she’s ever done that.”

“Kind of strange.”

“Honey. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

“Maybe. I just don’t like being kept in the dark.”

“I know. It’s hard. They should be up front with us.”

“I guess I’m being a little paranoid.”

“They’ll fill us in when they get home tomorrow.”

“I hope.”

“They will.”

“I’m glad we talked.”

“Me too. Call me and let me know what Dana tells you?”

“I will. Love you. Talk to you later.”

“Love you too. Bye.”

“Bye.”

And, we hung up.

My mind was going in so many directions. What was Dana hiding from me? Why was she hiding it? Was she really hiding something? I didn’t sleep at all that night.

The following morning I just sat in the kitchen. It was about ten o’clock when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I watched through the window as Dana got out of the car, and I couldn’t tell anything from the look on her face. I met her at the door. She gave me a nice kiss, then hugged me, and whispered, “I love you and I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”, I said, “So, how was the meeting?”

“It was great. They’re a great bunch of people.”

“How was the party afterwards?”

“That was great too. We closed the bar at two.”

“Did you share a room with Michelle?”

“Ah . . . Michelle. Ah . . . “

“What’s going on!?”

I saw the tears well up in her eyes, and then she told me everything that had happened.

Over the past few weeks, Michelle had talked Dana into going to the support group meeting and staying the night because they always went out afterwards to party with the new girls. She’d also talked Dana into getting me to stay home on the pretext that the party after the meeting was just for the girls, as she wanted to have a girl’s night out.

Everything started out great. The meeting was very interesting, and everyone was fantastic. Afterwards they did go to a bar with a few of the girls. The bar was the kind that was friendly to the girls. They did drink, Dana more than Michelle. Both Dana and Michelle got hit on by a couple of guys, they danced with them, drank with them, and flirted with them. He admitted to me that it was fun flirting with them.

Then Dana told me that something began to feel really wrong, like these guys wanted more then just company at the bar, and it started to get scarey. Luckily when the girls excused themselves to use the restroom, they were able to get out of the bar by the back door.

When they got back to the motel things got strange. They started to laugh and giggle about what went on in the bar. Michelle became very forward and kissed her. Not a friendly kiss, but a deep, passionate kiss. Dana said she wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or what, but there was just something about having Michelle come onto her. She accepted Michelle’s advances. After a while Michelle undressed and became Mike. Mike then became very forward and went on to seduce her, and for some reason things felt right. She admitted that they did things that she never thought she could do.

Through this whole confession the tears were just running down her cheeks. When she was done, I just sat and looked at her for a couple of minutes. Then, without a word, I went and locked myself in the bedroom.

It took her awhile to come and knock on the door. All I said was, “Leave me alone.”

I finally calmed down enough to call Joan and tell her what Dana had told me. As she hung up the phone, I could hear her start yelling at Mike.

I spent the rest of the day in the bedroom. What Dana did, I really didn’t care.

When I came out of the bedroom, Dana was sitting at the kitchen table still crying. She looked up at me, and started to say, “Honey. I’m so sorry. Please . . .”

I interrupted her with, “Don’t say you’re sorry. If you cared, it wouldn’t have happened. Go change. I don’t ever want to see Dana again.”

David had just come back into the kitchen and I had fixed myself something to eat when the phone rang, and it was Joan. She told me that she and Mike had a big fight, and she threw him out of the house. She told me that she had told him that he’d probably just cost them a great pair of friends. I told her that I never wanted to see Mike again. Her yes, him no.

She told me not to worry. That she was thinking of a divorce after this last trick of his. I looked at David, and said, “Why don’t you go live with Mike. Joan just threw him out of the house.”

The look on David’s face said volumes. It was one of panic. I think he was thinking that I was going to do the same to him, and I probably should have. But, I said, “Move your stuff into the spare room. That’s where your sleeping from now on.”

I noticed that the tears became heavier as he buried his face in his hands.

Joan and I continued to talk for a few more minutes. Then as I hung up, I said to David, “Your actions may not have only ended a good friendship, but two marriages.”

He looked at me and shook his head no, as he said, “No pleased. I love you. I don’t want to lose you. I’ll do anything.”

‘Anything.’, I thought, ‘I bet.’ So, I said, “First get your stuff moved into the spare room. I won’t promise anything. But, right now I don’t want you in my bed. And, do it now.”

I spent the night alone, but I didn’t sleep much for the second night in a row. I was thinking of how to handle this. Divorce him, get a separation, or what.

The following morning, I heard David get up and start to get ready for work. I knew that he had to be at work early this morning. I just laid in bed and listened. About forty-five minutes later there was a light tap on the bedroom door, and I said, “What?”

“I’m going.”, David said.

“So, go.”

“Honey. I really am sorry.”

“It may be too late for that.”

I heard him leave. So, I got up, and decided to call off sick from work. I needed time to think. I spent the morning just wandering around the house, doing little things, and thinking. The doorbell rang at about eleven. When I answered the door there was a delivery person standing there with a vase containing what looked to be a dozen long steam red roses, and he asked, “Are you Mrs. MacMillan?”

I answered, “Yes.”

As he handed me the vase of flowers, he said, “These are for you.”

I took it, and said, “Thank you.”

As I closed the door, I was thinking, ‘He thinks he can buy his way back in with flowers.’

I took them in the kitchen and set them on the table. Fixed a cup of tea, and just looked at the flowers and envelope attached to it.

I finally took the envelope off the flowers, opened it, removed the card, and read it. David had written, ‘Beth, I am so very sorry. I never ever meant something like this to happen, and I would do anything to undo it. I love you very much. Please forgive me. David.’

I read it again, and it was my time to cry. I sat down at the table, stared at the flowers, and thought, ‘He can be so sweet. But, why with a guy? Just what the hell am I going to do.’

Just after noon the doorbell rang again. This time when I opened it Joan was standing there. We just looked at each other. I hope I didn’t look as bad as she did. I finally said, “Hi.”

She replied with a simple “Hi.”

Then we hugged and both started crying. Finally I said, “Come on in.”

We walked into the house and to the kitchen. Joan saw the flowers on the table, and asked, “From David?”

“Yea.”

She walked over, picked up the card, read it, and said, “He is sweet. Isn’t he?”

“He can be.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I’ve thrown him out of our bedroom, but don’t know what else to do. How about you?”

“I just came from my lawyers.”

“Oh no!”

“I want a trial separation. Maybe we can work this out. But, after what he’s done to you guys. I just don’t know.”

Joan started crying again. I walked over to her and we hugged again.

I fixed us some lunch, and we just talked for another hour.

As she was leaving, we hugged and shared a friendly kiss. She then said, “I’m so sorry about what Mike did. I hope this doesn’t hurt our friendship.”

I smiled, and said, “No. I don’t think it will.”

As she walked to her car, she turned, and said, “Call me?”

“I will.”, I replied.

David was home around four. Usually if I was home, I’d meet him at the door. Today, I stayed in the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen, and said, “Hi.”

I didn’t turn around, but did say, “Hi.”

“I see the flowers arrived.”

“Yep.”

I finally turned around and looked at him. I’ve never seen him look this way, it was like he’d lost his last friend. And, he almost has. He looked at me, and in almost a whisper said, “I’m so sorry.”

“You keep saying that. You’re going to have to prove it.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you need to figure that out.”

“Please help me?”

“Mike’s the one that needs help. Joan stopped by and told me that she’s filing for a separation.”

I saw tears well up in his eyes as he said, “A separation?”

“And, maybe a divorce.”

He walked over to the table, sat down, and buried his face in his hands. He finally looked up at me, and asked, “Is that where we’re headed?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Please. Please. Give me another chance.”

“I really don’t know. You had an affair behind my back. With a guy. You even told me that you didn’t like guys. Maybe I need to have an affair. I think Joan might be interested.”

His eyes got big, and he asked, “Joan’s bi?”

“Yea.”

“You two haven’t . . . ?“

“Not yet. But, it could happen, and if it does it’ll be right here in my own bed, with you in the next room.”

The look on his face told me that he was confused and frightened at the same time. I’d never had lesbian tendencies, and I had told him so a long time ago. I knew I was drawn to Dana, but that was because it was really David, and Joan had never told me what her sexual preferences were. So I figured she was heterosexual.

“You . . . You wouldn’t?”

“I’m considering it. It might be fun. I’d had a thing with Dana and I loved it. It might just be better with a real girl. Maybe I am bi or a lesbian.”

He just sat there shaking his head.

Later that evening I called Joan and told her what had gone on when David came home. When I told her about threatening to have a tryst with her, she laughed.

The next day at work, while I was having lunch, my cell phone rang. The caller id told me it was Joan. So, I answered it, “Hi girlfriend.”

“Hi. Things any better this morning?”

“I just stayed in the bedroom until he left. How about you?”

“Not really. It’s strange around the house without Mike or Michelle.”

“You’re not going to back down are you?”

“No way. He’s going to pay for this bit of playing. Especially for what he did to you guys.”

“Good girl.”

“Have you figured out what you’re going to do with David yet?”

“Not yet. I’m trying to get him to figure out what to do. But, I think the idea of you and me having a tryst really got him thinking.”

“Think he will ever figure it out.”

“I hope so.”

“Are . . . Are you interested?”

“Interested in what?”

“You and me?”

“Getting together.”

“Uh huh.”

“Ah . . . I . . . Well. No. I’ve never though about it. I . . . I didn’t know you were built that way.”

“I’ve had a couple affairs with girls, but haven’t since Michelle’s been around. Never mind. Forget I said anything. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“It’s okay. I’ve just never felt anything for girls except for Dana.”

“Don’t worry about it honey. I don’t want to do anything to hurt our relationship.”

“Asking never hurts. And, asking won’t hurt our relationship.”

“I’m glad.”

We talked for another few minutes, and then I had to get back to work. The rest of the day what Joan had said kept popping up in my mind. Why?

As I was leaving work, my cell phone rang. It was David. So, I answered with a short, “What!”

“I’m sorry to bother you.”, David said, “But, would you like to meet me for dinner.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to take you out.”

“I guess. Where?”

“Your choice.”

“How about Papa Emideo’s?”

“Sure. In about half an hour?”

As we sat eating, we didn’t say much to each other until David said, “I’m going to get rid of all of Dana’s things.”

“What!?”, I said.

“I think she started this whole thing and she’s got to go.”

“David. You know the dressing won’t stop. We’ve talked about this. Throwing out the clothes doesn’t stop the want to dress.”

“I know. But, I’ve got to do something.”

“I don’t think that’s it.”

“But, I have to do something. I don’t want to lose you.”

I sat there and just looked at him, and thought, ‘Is he really trying to make amends for his mistake? Is he really worried about losing me?’

Then he asked, “Are you and Joan going to . . . ?”

“Are Joan and I going to what?”, I asked.

“You know. Going to get together.”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I know how you were with Dana and I don’t want to lose you to Joan.”

“So, you think I’m a lesbian.”

“No. Not really. But, I think you might lean that way.”

“I’m bi?”

“Maybe.”

“I guess I just might have to find out.”

He just looked at me and shook his head. I could see in his eyes that he was about ready to give up. I wasn’t sure how much further I could push before he really did give up on us. And, I was beginning to feel that it was time to forgive.

We drove home separately, and when he didn’t pull in the drive right behind me I began to wonder where he was. After ten minutes he still wasn’t home and I started to worry. I called his cell number and he answered after three rings, and I asked, “Where are you?”

“Sitting down by the river.”

“Why?”

“I just wanted to think.”

“Please come on home.”

He was home a few minutes later. As he walked in the door, I was waiting for him. I didn’t kiss him, but I took his hand and led him to the sofa in the living room. He sat and I stood.

I started with, “David. You really hurt me. I understand that it was something that just happened and that you may have been set up. But, you should have had more self control.”

“I know.”, he said, “I feel like shit. I let things happen that never should have happened. I can’t lose you.”

“What do you think we should do?”

“You’re right about Dana’s things. Getting rid of them won’t help. I just really don’t know what else to do.”

After he said that, the tears started.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I sat down next to him, put my arm around him, and said, “David. Yes. I’m hurt. I’m not going to leave you or kick you out of the house. But, it’s going to take some time for me to get over being hurt this way. I’m not sure if I ever want to see Dana again. I know I never want to see Mike or Michelle again.”

“Me either.”, he whispered.

I saw a little twinkle in his eyes when I said, “Honey. Realize that I still love you or we wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”

Over the next couple of weeks things got back to normal between us. We talked a lot. We agreed to be very open with each other and that he had to do some penance. And, I let him back into our bedroom.

The penance we agreed to was actually easy. He had to do additional housework, serve me breakfast in bed on Sundays for a month, and bring me flowers on a regular basis.

One day before his first Sunday of penance, I was doing some web surfing and ran across a very interesting site and it gave me an idea. I ordered some things and hoped that they’d arrive before Sunday, but figured that was wishful thinking.

The first Sunday I had almost forgotten about being served breakfast in bed. I started getting up, but smelled David cooking, and remembered. I was sitting up in bed when he brought the tray in. He had made a wonderful meal, then sat wit me, and we talked while I ate.

He kept his word and did the additional housework and we always had flowers in the house.

The following week, the items that I had ordered arrived. I opened the package and examined everything, and thought, ‘This is going to be fun.’ I didn’t want David having these things until Saturday, so I hid everything.

On Saturday, David had some research to do at the college library and was gone for about four hours. This gave me more than enough time to get everything out of hiding.

As we were finishing dinner, I said, “Honey. I’ve decided to change your penance a little. Do you mind?”

“Change it how?”, he asked.

“Go look in the spare room and you’ll see.”

He sat there and just looked at me. Finally I said, “Go on.”

He slowly got up and started walking out of the kitchen, but stopped, turned, and looked at me.

“Go on.”, I said.

He turned and walked out of the kitchen.

He was gone about ten minutes and looked at me in a puzzled way when he got back.

I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You . . . You want Dana back?”, he asked, “You said that you never wanted to see her again.”

“I know. But, she can come back on my terms.”

“What’s that?”

“To start with, as my maid on Sundays.”

“Every Sunday?”

“Just the remaining ones that you’re serving me breakfast in bed.”

“All day?”

“All day. From the time you get up, until you go to bed.”

“In that outfit? Starting tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

On Sunday morning David was up early, very early. I laid in bed and just listened. I heard him take a shower and spend a long time with the hair dryer. I figured he was trying to do something with his hair.

I heard him walk from the bathroom to the spare room, and he was fairly quiet in there. A while later I heard the click of high heels on the wood floor in the hall as he walked to the kitchen.

A little after seven he, or should I say Dana, walked into the bedroom with my breakfast. She looked cute in her maid’s outfit. Those long legs of hers in the heels and fishnet stockings looked fantastic. She had left her hair straight. It was down to her shoulders and looked very feminine.

Getting into the role of mistress, I said, “You are supposed to knock first.”

“I’m sorry.”, she said in her feminine voice.

I smiled to myself, and thought, ‘I’ve missed that voice.’ But, with a frown, I said, “That’s, I’m sorry Mistress Beth.”

“I’m sorry Mistress Beth.”

“That’s better Dana. A personal maid needs to be respectful.”

As she set the try on the bed, she said, “Yes ma’am.”

It looked as if he was accepting to my change in his penance. In fact maybe he needed to be Dana again. I knew I missed her. She was going to sit on the bed, but I looked at her, and said, “A maid doesn’t sit on her mistresses’ bed. She stands there and waits to serve.”

“Yes mistress.”

I slowly ate my breakfast and she stood there. When I was done, I said, “Dana. Would you please draw me a bath with some nice bath oils. And, while I’m soaking, make the bed, and lay out something for me to wear today. I have some shopping to do, so I’ll be going out.”

As she picked up the tray, she said, “Yes mistress.”

Taking a bath was something that I very seldom did. When I walked into the bathroom, it smelled very nice, and the water temperature was perfect. Dana was with me. I took off my robe and nightgown, handed them to her, and said, “I’ll call you when I’m finished.”

As she walked out the door, she said, “Yes mistress.”

I slipped into the tub and it felt really nice.

What I had purchased for Dana was a sexy French maid’s outfit. It was the typical black and white style with a lot of ruffles, a very short skirt, and reveling top. The top was strapless with white puffy half sleeves. It also had a black satin choker and thigh-high fishnet stockings. The shoes were a shiny slack platform sandals with a silver buckle, 1-1/4 inch platform and a 5-inch heel.

I spent a good fifteen minutes soaking in the tub. Then, I called for Dana. It amazed me how quickly she was there, and said, “Yes mistress?”

I said, “Please help me out of the tub.”

“Yes mistress.”

I couldn’t believe her, as I got out of the tub she wrapped a towel around me, and asked, “Can I help mistress dry herself.”

“No thank you Dana. Do you have my clothes laid out?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Thank you Dana. I’ll see you in the kitchen when I’m dressed.”

“Yes mistress.”

When I walked into the bedroom, I was surprised as to what she had chosen for me to wear. It was just about what I would have chosen.

The rest of the day went by just like the first part. Dana was at my beckon call, and did anything I asked her to do with a, ‘Yes mistress.’

That night as I was getting ready for bed, Dana helped me change into a nightgown. Then she asked me, “How does mistress want me to dress for bed.”

I thought for a minute. I was having the same feelings for my maid Dana as I did for Dana at the meeting. So, I asked, “Do you have your forms attached?”

“Yes mistress. I had to because of my uniform.”

“You can dress for bed as Dana would. If you like.”

I saw a smile on her face, as she said, “Yes mistress.”

She was back in a few minutes dressed in a sexy baby doll nightgown. Then, as she crawled into bed, she whispered, “What does mistress wish?”

“For us to never have another reason to fight.”

“Yes mistress. I feel the same way. What else does mistress wish?”

I looked at her, pushed her down on the bed, and kissed her. I think she knew from my kiss and the way I looked at her what I wanted, and got.

As we laid there afterwards, Dana asked, “Was mistress pleased with me today?”

“Mistress was very pleased. She was also very pleased to have Dana back in her bed.”, I replied, “You can stop being my maid for now if you like.”

“Thank you. It was fun, but my feet are killing me.”

“I was surprised that you kept the shoes on all day.”

With a grin, she said, “A maid suffers through anything her mistress wishes her to do.”

“Really.”, I said with a grin.

We cuddled together and feel asleep.

On Tuesday I was talking to Joan and told her about what David and I had agreed to. When I told her about the maids uniform, she said, “I bet she’s really cute in it.”

“She is.”, I replied, “And, she is a proper maid. You should see her.”

“I’d love to.”

“Hm. What are you doing for dinner on Sunday?”

“You are so bad.”

“I am. But, I want to be fair to David. Let me ask him first.”

“You’re her mistress. What you say goes.”

“I know. But . . . “

“Just tell her that you’re having company for dinner on Sunday, and she needs to serve.”

“I’ll try and see what she says.”

On Tuesday as we were eating dinner, I said, “I’m having company for dinner on Sunday and I need Dana to serve.”

David’s eyes got big, as he said, “Company for dinner. Who?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Do I know them?”

I wanted to keep him in suspense, so I said, “I’m not sure.”

He looked at me, took a deep breath, and said, “Whatever mistress wishes.”

I smiled at him, and said, “Thanks love. I knew you would.”

I knew I had him wondering who was coming to dinner, and I was going to keep it that way.

On Sunday we started out just like we had last Sunday. Breakfast in bed and a nice soak in the tub. I could really get use to this. I also needed a pedicure and had Dana do it for me. Then after lunch I went shopping for what Dana needed to cook dinner. I would have loved to have taken her with me, but I figured the maid’s uniform wouldn’t go over too well.

When I came home, she met me at the garage door and helped me carry everything in. As she was unpacking things, she asked, “Mistress. How many for dinner?”

I replied, “Just two. And, I’d like to have a nice table setting. Flowers and candles.”

“Yes mistress.”

Dana spent the rest of the afternoon preparing dinner, and it smelled wonderful. She was a great cook. I just relaxed and enjoyed hearing her work in the kitchen. I knew she was a little concerned about who was coming, but she was still singing to herself as she worked.

A little before six, I freshened up and changed into a very nice dress. Then I found Dana in the kitchen, and said, “Dana.”

She asked, “Yes mistress?”

“When the company arrives, please show them into the den, then bring us two glasses of wine. And, we’ll be eating at seven.”

“Ah . . . Ah. Yes mistress.”

“Is something wrong Dana?”

“You want me to answer the door mistress?”

“Yes Dana. It’s part of a maid’s job.”

“Yes mistress.”

I went into the den and relaxed. Then, a few minutes after six the door bell rang. I heard Dana walk from the kitchen to the front door. Then I heard Joan say, “Oh my god Dana! You are so cute.”

“Thank you ma’am.”, I heard Dana reply, “Mistress is expecting you and is in the den. Please come with me.”

I heard them walk toward the den, and as they walked in, Dana said, “Mistress Beth. Miss Joan is here.”

I got up walked over to Joan and gave her a hug and cheek kiss. Then I said to Dana, “Dana. Please bring the wine.”

“Yes mistress.”, Dana replied.

Dana walked out of the den, and Joan said, “I can’t believe how proper she is.”

“I know.”, I said, “She’s surprised me too. She puts on that uniform and becomes a perfect maid.”

“And, cute.”

“I know.”

Dana was back shortly with two glasses on a silver tray, and she properly served Joan and me, then just before she walked out of the den, she asked, “Will there be anything else mistress?”

“No Dana. Thank you.”

“Yes mistress. I’ll have the appetizers shortly and dinner will be served at seven.”

“Thank you Dana.”

After she left, Joan said, “Maybe I should have done that with Michelle. But, made it permanent.”

“Dana being a maid isn’t permanent. It’s just part of her penance. What’s going on with Mike?”

“I’m going to file for divorce.”

“Oh honey. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not. I’ve found out some more things that he’s been up to behind my back. It’s so bad that I won’t have to mention Dana at all.”

“You were going to mention Dana?”

“Only if I had to. And, I would have given you plenty of warning.”

“I’m glad. I think something like that would destroy her. So, what are you going to do?”

“I’ve found a lot of money stashed in various accounts, and my lawyer has frozen it. So, I should be set for a long time if the judge awards it to me, and that shouldn’t be a problem.” With a smile, she added, “And, I’m also looking for a lover.”

Just then Dana walked in with the appetizer. I wasn’t sure if she’d heard what Joan had said. I waited until Dana had left before I said, “A lover?”

“I’ve really had it with guys.”

“Are you asking me?”

“I think you know I am.”

“I’m flattered. But, I can’t. I love David too much. And, I really don’t think I’m into girls that way.”

“I thought you might say that. It’s fine. I just hope we can still be friends. But, don’t you love Dana too?”

“Yes.”

“So, you do like girls?”

“Girls like Dana.”

With a big smile she said, “I see.”

We continued to chat for a little while. Then I heard Dana say, “Excuse me mistress.”

“What is it Dana?”, I asked.

“I’m sorry mistress. But, dinner is ready early.”

“That’s all right honey.”

Joan and I got up and followed Dana into the dinning room. Dana first helped Joan with her chair, then she helped me. The dinner that Dana had prepared for us, all the way from the appetizers to desert, was fantastic.

When Joan and I were back in the den, Dana brought us two more glasses of wine.

We sat there for a minute, then Joan said, “I really can’t believe Dana. She’s cute, sexy, and can cook.”

“I know.”, I said, “She just loves doing those things.”

“How do you really look at her?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you see her as a real girl, a guy dressed as a girl, or what?”

“Right now I see Dana. I’m not seeing her male side at all.”

“So, you’re seeing a girl?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll bet that you enjoy making love to her too?”

“We enjoy our time together.”

“Does David really like being Dana?”

“Very much so. I think you saw that at the event.”

“I did. And, you love it when he’s Dana. Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You two do make a very cute couple.”

“Dana and me?”

“Yes. You two look at each other in a way lovers do. Have you ever talked about Dana being around full time?”

“Full time? Like a sex change?”

“I don’t think either of you want that. I just think you like girls like Dana. A girl with a boy underneath.”

I sat back, looked at Joan, and thought for a minute. Then I said, “I’m not sure. But, maybe that is what I like about Dana. She really looks and acts like a girl, but is a guy. And, . . . it is a turn on.”

Joan smiled, then said, “I thought so. You do like girls. But, only certain kinds of girls. I like them that way too, but I also like real girls.”

Again, I sat there in thought. Not knowing exactly what I was feeling. But, maybe, just maybe, this is what made me accept Dana like I did. I liked guys that liked to be girls.

Joan stayed until eleven and as we were saying good night, she said. “You two really do make a cute couple.”

I went and found Dana in the kitchen, and she was sitting at the table crying. “Honey.”, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You . . . You and Joan are becoming a couple. Aren’t you?”

“Oh God. No honey.”, I said as I walked over and sat next to her, “Joan is just a friend.”

“Really?”

“Yes honey.”

“But, you were alone for such a long time. And, I heard Miss Joan tell you that she was looking for a girlfriend.”

“We were just talking. You’re the only one that I love.”

I wiped away her tears, kissed her, then just held her for a while.

Dana finally whispered, “I was so afraid that I was going to lose you to her.”

“Honey.”, I said, “Joan just isn’t my type of girl.”

“Your type of girl?”

“A girl with a guy underneath.”

She sat back a little, looked at me for a second, then said, “So, you really do like it when I’m Dana.”

“That was one of the things we were talking about. Do I like it when you’re Dana? No. . . . I love it when Dana is here.”

She wrapped her arms around me and just held on.

A little while later as we were getting read for bed, Dana asked, “How does mistress want me to dress for bed?”

“Beth wants you to dress anyway you want to.”

“Aren’t you still my mistress?”

I glanced at the clock, it was ten minutes after Midnight, and I said, “It’s Monday. So, it’s up to Dana how she dresses or if she changes back to David.”

I saw a twinkle in her eye and that cute little smile. Something that had really been missing for the past few weeks. She disappeared for a little while, and when she came back in she had on one of her sexy baby doll sets. She did a little twirl, looked at me, smiled, and said, “Do you approve?”

I smiled back, and said, “More than approve. You look good enough to eat.”

She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a long, soft, sensuous, kiss. It wasn’t much longer before we were enjoying each other in a number of ways.

Later as we cuddled together, I whispered, “I’m glad tomorrow’s a holiday. We can sleep in.”

And, sleep in we did. It was late morning when I felt Dana stir. I opened my eyes, and she was laying there looking at me. And, she still looked cute as hell. She said, “Good morning lover.”

“Good morning love.”, I replied.

“Did you sleep well?”

“You wore me out, so yes I did.”

She kissed me, and said, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

As she was getting out of bed, she said, “I’ll go and get David back.”

“Why?”

“I . . . I though that Dana was only supposed to be here on Sundays?”

“She was. But, when I was talking to Joan last night, I figured something out.”

“What?”

“I really like guys that love to be girls.”

“So, you love Dana?”

“I love Dana because David is underneath.”

“So, you want me to be Dana?”

“I love her, so yes, as often as you like. . . . Even full time.”

“Full time! You want me to have a sex change?”

“That’s the last thing I want and I don’t think you want it either.”

“I don’t. But, you’d like me to be Dana all the time.”

“Only if you want to.”

She didn’t say anything, but just looked at me a little seriously. I was worried that I’d said too much, too soon.

The following week Dana was back. When David didn’t need to be David, for school and work, he was Dana. Dana and I did a lot of things together and it was fun. On Sunday my maid was back and I received some serious pampering.

The next week was just the same. Dana was just Dana, a lot of fun and a great lover. I was very glad that she was back to being here old self.

Sunday was Dana’s last day as my maid. At dinner, as she placed my desert on the table, she asked, “Mistress. May I sit and talk with you?”

“Sure honey.”, I replied.

As she sat in the chair nearest to me, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing mistress. I just need to talk to you.”, she replied.

She sat there for a minute, and then said, “Mistress. I’ve really loved being your maid. It’s been fun and interesting.”

“I’m glad. It’s been fun being your mistress.”

“I’ve also given a lot of thought to what you said about living full time as Dana.” After a pause, she continued with, “I . . . I would like to do it.”

I asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. But, . . . I want to do it right.”

“Do it right?”

“Yes. I’ve done a lot of reading on it. I want to be as feminine as possible.”

I was thinking, ‘I hope she’s not thing sex change.’, as I said, “As feminine as possible?”

As she touched her breasts, she said, “I’m tired of these forms and I’d like my face to be more feminine.”

I was tired of the forms too. I looked at her for a minute, then said, “Honey. Your face is very pretty and feminine now.”

“I know. But, I’ve seen some nice things’ on-line. Can I show mistress?”

“Honey. Lets drop the mistress. This is important and between us. You and me. And, yes please show me.”

She just smiled. We got up together and walked to the den. Dana brought up some interesting sites. She was right. Some of the before and after pictures of faces were very nice. Some showed a fairly masculine face that was transformed into a nice feminine look. Some showed a somewhat effeminate man’s face transformed into a strikingly pretty woman’s face.

I looked over at Dana, and asked, “Is this what you’re thinking about?”

“Yes.”, she answered.

“So, you think a surgeon can make you look prettier than you are?”

“Yes. Watch.”

She clicked on another bookmark, and we watched as David’s face came up on the screen. He wasn’t wearing any makeup, and his hair was pulled back. Then she clicked on another link on the page and another picture came up beside the first one. It was basically the same picture as the first one, but there had been some changes made. The changes turned David’s face feminine. Very feminine. I looked back and forth between the two pictures.

Dana said, “I found a plastic surgeon on-line. If you send her a picture, she’ll return it showing what you will look like after surgery.”

“You really want to do this?”

“Yes. And, the breasts.”

“What about school and your job?”

“I can always get another job. And, the university has a transgender policy covering this sort of thing. The state will also change the records on a transgendered person.”

“You really have researched this. Haven’t you?”

“I had to. I had to know as much as I could. The more I read, the more it just felt right doing it.”

Epilog

Right after Dana had shown me the on-line pictures from the plastic surgeon, she made an appointment to see the doctor. The doctor agreed with us. Dana didn’t need much to finish what nature had started. Along with implants to give her 38C breasts, she would give her cheek implants, and do a little work on her nose.

Just as school was out for the summer we moved to a new place, and Dana had her surgery. The new neighbors saw no one but Dana and me. And, we lived outwardly as a lesbian couple.

The first time I saw Dana naked, standing in front of a mirror looking over her new body, I knew we’d done the right thing. She was smiling as she looked at herself. I was smiling, knowing how happy she was, and knowing that I really loved her. Don’t get me wrong. I loved David too. But, to me, this was so much better. Dana was happy with who she was, and I was happy for both of us.

Did Mistress Beth still have her maid? Yes. Dana loved becoming my maid, and it became a fetish thing with us.

Dana did get her wedding dress. The following year, at the same event where we’d met Michelle and Joan, we were married again, in a ceremony for two girls. Dana looked fantastic in her backless gown. And, I know she felt fantastic in all the pretty lingerie.

Did Joan and I get together? That I’ll leave that to your imagination.

Did Dana and I live happily ever after? You bet we did. Neither of us could ask for anything better.

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