Carlie has sissy predispositions, but overcomes difficulties with love, courage and increasing self-awareness. In this chapter, he and Cindi share her bed.

Carlie

XIII. Bedtime and Beyond

I expected Cindi to lead me back to her room as soon as her father started up the stairs, but she didn’t. Instead, she watched as he went into a room across the hall from her mother’s and closed the door. “Don’t they sleep together?” I asked.

“They haven’t for years. I think that is why she’s always rude to anyone I bring home — can’t stand the idea of people loving each other.”

“Oh, I thought maybe it was just me. Why don’t they get a divorce?”

“Who the hell knows! … Sorry, I just hate being here.”

“Why do you come?”

“Because I’m a good little girl — and I came this time because you wanted to meet them,” she said with some vehemence. “I’m sorry, I’m ruining our special night.”

“It’s okay. Any night with you is a special night. I’m here for you, not what’s on the agenda.” Tears filled her eyes. I picked her up and carried her to her room like a child.

“Where are your night gowns?”

“In the third drawer.”

I undressed her as I do with Liz, slipped a princess nitie over her head, and laid her in bed. I decided not to wear my own baby dolls, but stripped to my panties and cami and slid in next to her. Still weeping, she put her head on my shoulder, snuggled against me and was soon asleep. It was not the bedtime I’d expected. Her warm body roused my passions at first, but helped me sleep soundly in the end.

The sun pierced the open window and stabbed at our eyes. Cindi, trying to fend it off, rolled over and threw a leg across my panties. “Not bad for a sissy.” I blushed. Her thigh moving slowly up and and down my front a couple of times aroused us both. “Hurry up. Let’s eat some breakfast and then have play time.”

“What about your parents?”

“Dad plays golf every Saturday morning, then has brunch with his golf buddies, and mother meets with her coven for breakfast and then has her hair done. We have the house to ourselves." She went to her bath to get ready. When I came out after my turn she said, “Here, you look cold,” and threw me a pale green kimono with French seams and lace trim. “It’s not my style, so mother got it for me for Christmas.”

Down in the kitchen, a pot of coffee was still on. I lifted her onto a stool and tied a towel for a bib. “Sit in your highchair, snookems, and nanny will make breakfast.” Cindi got hot chocolate and I poured myself coffee. There were the makings for pain perdu. “How’s about some French toast?”

“Yummy, nanny.”

Soon, I had two plates ready. I fed her bite by bite, eating mine when I could. When she was done I washed her face with a warm cloth.

“Enough little girl time, Cindi. Now up to your room and get ready for big girl play time.” I tidied up the kitchen, then followed. She was laying against the pillows with the sheet held to her neck.

Remembering mommy’s admonition, I went to my purse and got a condom. Once in bed, I put it down between us, and started kissing and petting Cindi. With Shar I’d learned how to make a woman feel loved, and soon Cindi was no longer feeling like a little girl. “Carlie, I’m ready, get on top.”

I looked where I’d put the condom, and it wasn’t there. “Grrr!”

“What?”

“I can’t find the condom. I put it right here.” We both looked to no avail. Finally, Cindi turned to look on her side of the bed and there it was, stuck to the back of her shoulder. We both laughed, but now neither of us were ready. We kissed and held each other for a while. Soon, the mood built again, and this time the mechanics worked. Cindi used her hand to guide me into her. She gasped a bit as her resistance broke, and I slid into her. Afraid of hurting her, I stopped. Soon she was moving under me, and my instincts took over.

At the end, any lingering doubts we had about preferring the same sex were washed away in a flood of ecstasy. By noon, we’d gone through a whole strip of condoms, and decided to call each other Mr. and Mrs. Bunny. We were trying to decide if we were up to a fourth go when we heard the front door open.

“Cindi, Carlie, I’m home!” her dad called out.

“Where up in my room changing to go out!”

We took a shower together and finally made our way down to the living room where her father was watching the State game. Cindi was a bit sore and her walk showed it. Fortunately, State was first and goal, and he hardly looked at us as we sat on the sofa.

During the commercial after the TD he turned to me. “Carlie, I know you have your own style, but it makes Eileen uncomfortable to have you in slacks and a jacket. … I wonder if you would let me buy you a cocktail dress?”

“I couldn’t accept anything so expensive.”

“You’ve already taken something far more valuable — Cindi. I feel you are part of the family now, Carlie. … Cindi, would you take Carlie shopping for a dress and shoes?”

“I’d love to Daddy!”

At half time he walked us to the side door where Cindy had parked. As he showed us out, I felt his hand lingering on my rear.