Dawn and Diana Move to Denver – Part 3

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Before we start I need to give credit to Emma Anne Tate for her tireless editorial and dialogue help.
These stories would not be nearly as readable without her input.
If we weren’t so geographically separated, I would love to buy her drinks and chat about writing, and life in general.

Chapter Eleven: Changes
Monday, October 25, 2004

I woke in the middle of the night. Internal arguments. What has happened to Dan? Will he ever come back? Has Dawn taken over Dan's life? Has Dawn become bi-sexual? Does Dawn want to transition? More emotions. I thought I was a man. I’ve experienced sex as a woman more than once. These were the same questions and issues I’d asked myself when Roger and Lisa introduced me to swinging and sex as a woman. I didn’t find any answers this time, either.
Before sunrise, I finally gave up and got out of bed. I entered my closet, closed the door, and turned on the light. Removed my nightie, G-string, and breast forms. Put on jockey underwear, golf shorts, a T-shirt, and dock shoes. I turned off the light and left the bedroom, closing the door behind me. Out to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee.

What do I do now? I adore Diana and don’t want to do anything that might hurt her. I’ve lived as Dawn, almost continually, for over eight weeks. Everyone, from Roger and Lisa to Mark, Nancy, Brenda, Larry, Wanda, Laura, and especially Diana, had accepted and encouraged me to be Dawn.

Many had advocated that I take hormones for breast and hair growth. The sheer support for Dawn had been unreal. Yet, I knew that Dawn was nothing but a sham. I continued to hash out all these feelings and emotions. I can’t admit I’m in love with Diana because she deserves so much better.

Diana emerged from the bedroom wearing her housecoat. “Sweetie, why are you sitting here in shorts and a T-shirt? Is something wrong?”

“Please have a seat. I’ll get you a cup of coffee. We need to talk.”

With a fearful look and tears developing in her eyes, Diana stumbled into a chair. “What’s wrong? What happened? Did I do something?”

I placed a cup of coffee on the table, sat in a chair facing her, and held her hands in my lap. I looked into her eyes and teared up. “I adore you more than you can imagine. You mean everything to me. I’ve enjoyed these past weeks, but Dawn is a farce. I can’t do this to you anymore. You deserve better.”

“Everyone we’ve encountered has accepted and encouraged Dawn. I can’t say that Dawn won’t come back. I’ve tried to suppress those desires for years, to no avail. I’ve tried counseling, and we know how that worked out. My only hope is that you can understand.”
“The issue I’m fighting is pretending to be bisexual. I don’t want to give a blowjob. I don’t want a guy to fuck me. Yes. When these events took place, I was in the moment, enjoying the physical feelings. But I can’t continue. This jumbles my psyche. We already know I’m confused and conflicted, we don’t need to add the bisexual element.”

Tears began running down her cheeks. “Oh, honey. You know I’ll support you, whether you’re Dan or Dawn. You mean more to me than anything,” she hugged and kissed me. “I want you to be happy, and if that means you’re Dan, please be Dan. Sweetie, this isn’t an issue we can’t handle. You can be Dan or Dawn, and I will support and care for you. We can work this out.”

“As we discussed in Steamboat, you like being Dawn. I know that’s not going to change. Dawn has been a part of your entire life. You enjoy being on the sofa, wearing a dress, and drinking wine. You pretended when you were wearing shorts and a golf shirt, out with the boys, drinking a beer. I want you in a dress because it's so obvious that YOU prefer Dawn. You LOVE wearing dresses and lingerie. Seeing how much you enjoy being dressed and how much more content you are is a joy to behold.”

“You can be Dawn without being bisexual. I think Dawn is beautiful. I think Dan is handsome. I’d be happy to be with either or both of you.”

“Come with me,” she took me by the hand, and we returned to the bedroom. “Make love to me, Dan.”

Chapter Twelve: Understanding
Monday, October 25, 2004

Diana and Dan snuggled in bed after making love.

“We need to decide how to handle Dawn going forward. I’ve no problem if you want to dress as Dan or Dawn. You can decide at any time. I know how happy it makes you and how much more relaxed you are. You have a sparkle in your eyes, and you laugh more easily. If you want to be Dan during the day and wear a nightgown to bed, that’s fine by me.”

“If we continued swinging, would you be Dan or Dawn? We don’t need to continue.”

Dan hugged and kissed Diana. “You’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever known. You’ve been accepting since you met Dawn at Roger and Lisa’s. Thank you for being so understanding. I’m not sure if I can swing as Dawn right now. I certainly enjoy orally pleasuring women. When they pleasure me, either orally or via sexual intercourse, I’m fine. It’s when I have to interact with a male. As I said earlier, bisexual activity is where I have a problem. We have more than three weeks until the next party. Let’s give this some time. This is a complex matter. I don’t think we need to make quick decisions.”

“I agree. Just know that I want you to be happy because you make me happy. And I’m here whenever you need to talk about this or anything else.”

The discussion we had in Steamboat replays in my mind. Was I happier as Dawn? And if so, what did that mean for me? It was tough to think about, but Diana was being honest. I had to be honest, as well.

We got out of bed, dressed, and fixed breakfast. There are mundane chores associated with moving into a new house. I called to start newspaper delivery. Continuing to unpack bins, I found my wireless router and established internet connectivity. This also provided TV access.

“We need to go grocery shopping. There are no spices. Nothing to cook, unless we want breakfast for three meals per day!” Diana declared. “What do we want for dinner this week?”

I retrieved my laptop and set it on the dining room table. “I have several recipes on my computer. Take a look and see if you find anything you like. We can make a shopping list using the ingredients.”

“Okay, while I check some recipes, I have a question. Do you trust me?”

“Of course! Why would you even ask?”

“We’ve discussed before that you like being dressed as Dawn. I want you to go shower, shave, do your makeup, and get dressed. You won’t be dealing with any bisexual issues. It’s just you and me here. I know you love wearing dresses and pretty lingerie. I want you to be happy.”

“Wow! Okay. What do you want me to wear?”

“Something pretty. Something that makes you feel delightful. Go.”

Into the bath, I stripped, showered, shaved, and applied makeup. Into my closet, I put on breast forms, panties, a bra, and a wig. Looking through my wardrobe, I chose a tartan plaid, tie-waist dress, and 2” sling-back heels. In the kitchen, Diana was reviewing recipes and making a shopping list. “How does this look?”

“You look beautiful. As I knew you would. You have such a pretty smile!” She hugged and kissed me.

“What recipes have you picked out?”

“I’ve found eight. Here is the shopping list for all the ingredients. Let me get cleaned up, and we can go shopping. Maybe Kristi will be working today.”

She went to shower and change. I looked over the shopping list. Accessing the King Soopers website, I was able to organize the list to match the aisles in the store. Diana came out wearing a floral A-line midi dress and 2” black strappy sandals.

“As every day, you look beautiful.”

“Thanks, Sweetie. You aren’t too bad yourself. Are we ready to go?”

“Yes. I organized the shopping list according to the aisles in the store.”

She shook her head, hugged, and kissed me.

“What am I going to do with you?” She laughed.

“Come on. I was a nerd before being a nerd was cool!”

We drove to the grocery store and began shopping. When we had finished our list, I headed to the checkouts. Sure enough, Kristi was at one of the lanes. We got in line, even though there was a shorter line two checkouts away. When the conveyor cleared, we began unloading our shopping cart. Kristi recognized us. “Great to see you again. How wonderful was the party?”

“The party was a success. There were eight of us. Swinging Saturday evening and overnight to Sunday morning. When would you like to meet to discuss another party?” Diana asked.

“I get off at five. Would it be convenient to meet after that?”

“We’re heading home to fix dinner. I’m guessing you haven’t eaten this afternoon. Would you care to join us? We haven’t decided which recipe to cook tonight. Do you have any dietary restrictions or food you don’t like?”

“Are you sure? I’d hate to be a bother, but I’d love to join you. No restrictions or dislikes. I eat pretty much anything.”

Diana wrote our address and phone numbers on our shopping list. “Here. Come over when you get off work. We can have drinks before dinner. What’s your drink of choice?”

“Thank you so much. I’ll be there after five. White wine or vodka. I’ve been told I’m a cheap date!” She laughed.

We finished checking out, returned home, and unloaded everything.

Chapter Thirteen: Developing A New Relationship
Monday, October 25, 2004

“We have snacks and mixed nuts from the party to serve for happy hour. Which recipe do you want for dinner?” I asked.

“How about the Sheet Pan Dinner with Kielbasa? Supposed to be five minutes of preparation and thirty minutes of cooking time. That’ll give us time for cocktails.”

“It’s only three-thirty. I’ll do the prep work and get everything ready to go into the oven.” I offered.

“Thanks. I’ll get things set out for a happy hour.” Diana responded.

I began preparing the ingredients according to the recipe. Nothing too exciting. Quarter the potatoes, chop the broccoli, and slice the kielbasa. Set out olive oil, salt, pepper, garlic, and onion powder. Next, I put the potatoes and broccoli into a bowl, added the olive oil, and tossed them with the spices. Sliced kielbasa into a second bowl. Chopped spinach, sliced avocado, and diced onion into another bowl. Put the three bowls into the refrigerator.

Right at five-thirty, the doorbell rang. I greeted Kristi and invited her to the basement for cocktails. She had changed from her work uniform into a pink button-front blouse and cut-off shorts with white sandals.

We all opted for Chardonnay. Kristi is attending Regis University, pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Marketing. She works at the grocery store, as they allow flexible hours to attend classes, and they pay her college expenses. We chatted about swinging. Her ex-boyfriend didn’t approve of her swinging with others. She dumped him.

Diana asked, “Do you think you would want to get involved with us?”

“I feel very comfortable with both of you, so yes, I think we could have a good time.”

“Would you like to do anything right now?”

“If you’re comfortable with me, I’m game.”

“As the guest, we’ll let you get the ball rolling. Just relax and know that we’re here for a good time,” I added.

She began with an erotic strip show. She slipped off her sandals, unbuttoned her blouse, and removed her shorts. When she removed her bra, her breasts were amazing. Full, rounded, and firm. She was down to nothing but panties, there was hesitation and a look of trepidation.

“Oh, Sweetie. Don’t stop now.” Diana encouraged.

Kristi removed her panties, revealing that she had a penis! Diana and I looked at each other in surprise. Kristi looked apprehensive. Diana stood up, stepped over, and hugged her. “We’re very accepting.” Diana cupped and gently caressed her scrotum, led her to a recliner, and invited her to sit. Kristi gasped when Diana knelt and began giving her a blowjob. I moved over and hugged Kristi as Diana continued.

“I’m going to come!” she cried. Diana continued sucking until Kristi finally convulsed. Diana gave Kristi a passionate kiss. Kristi sucked cum from Diana’s tongue.

“Oh! My goodness! That was fabulous. Thank you. You’re wonderful. I certainly hope we’ll party together again, very soon!”

“You’re the guest. What would you like to do next? Your choice.” I asked.

“I think I’d like to return the favor to Diana.”

Diana undressed. Kristi knelt and brought Diana to a wave of orgasms. When Diana could take no more, she pulled Kristi into a big hug and kiss. "WOW! That was fantastic! I’m spent. What a wonderful experience! Thank you. You’re incredible.”

“Dawn. Would you like me to pleasure you?”

Yes, I know. Diana had just discussed my issue with male-on-male sex this morning. When I look at Kristi, I see a beautiful woman. That’s how I’m going to deal with this.

“If you wish, certainly.” I began undressing. When I took off my bra, Kristi looked quizzically at my breast forms but didn’t say anything. Removing my panties revealed that I also had a penis, and it was aroused.

“Well, that’s certainly a surprise. I had no idea.” She knelt and began giving me a blowjob. I looked at Diana. She was smiling. When I came, Kristi swallowed my load, then stood up and kissed me. “How was that, Dawn?”

“You give a great blowjob. Thank you.” Thus began a new relationship.

“Did you take hormones or have breast augmentation surgery?” I asked.

“These are implants. They cost $8,500.”

“They’re wonderful. You got your money’s worth. Would it be okay if I nuzzled them?”

Diana laughed.

“You’re more than welcome to nuzzle,” chuckled Kristi. I kissed and caressed her beautiful breasts.

“Are we ready to cook dinner?” asked Diana, interrupting my exploration.

I laughed.

We all dressed and went upstairs to the kitchen. I started the oven to preheat and poured three glasses of Merlot to accompany dinner. While waiting for the oven, we continued chatting with Kristi.

“Are you from Denver?” I asked.

“No. I’m originally from Lindsborg, Kansas.”

“What a coincidence, I’m from McPherson!” exclaimed Diana.

“Wow! I left fourteen years ago. Joined the Navy to get away from a rough home life. Middle Kansas isn’t the most accepting place to be transgendered. Spent eight years as a Personnel Specialist at the San Diego Navy base. Completed my enlistment as a Petty Officer First Class or E6. My now ex-boyfriend, Gary, and I were stationed together. We lived off base, but couldn’t be open about our relationship as two males.”

“I got breast implants right after we moved here six years ago and started living full-time as Kristi. My birth name is Kevin. Gary loved my new boobs but hated the attention others gave me, so I dumped him. King Soopers is very accepting. My Navy service qualifies me for the GI Bill, which allows me to have a nice apartment.”

“We thank you for your service. You’ve earned the GI Bill money. With eight years in the Navy and six years here, that would make you about thirty-two?” I asked.”

“Great math skills! Yes, I was seventeen when I enlisted. Turned thirty-two in August.”

The oven buzzed, indicating that it was at the proper temperature. I spread the bowl of potatoes and broccoli on a cooking sheet and slid it into the oven, setting a timer for fifteen minutes.

“You said you were new to this area. Where did you come from?” Kristi asked.

“It’s a weird circuit. About fifteen years ago, Diana and Dan, my male alter ego, worked at the same facility in downtown Denver. We were both married to other people at that time. After changing jobs, I got a divorce, remarried, retired, and moved to Florida.”

“After a second divorce, and for chuckles and grins, I started working with a group of property investors. It was my turn to appraise an estate in Steamboat Springs. I took the opportunity to introduce Dawn, the crossdresser you see now, to my former neighbors. The next afternoon, they hosted a party, where Diana came with some friends. We reconnected, and she spent two nights with me in Steamboat. That was the beginning of our new relationship. That all started eight weeks ago. We moved into this house on Friday.”

“Wow! That’s a wild series of events. You’re both lovely. And to look at you, Dawn, there’s no indication that you aren’t a beautiful woman.”

“Thanks, Kristi. You’re undoubtedly a gorgeous lady.”

The timer buzzed. I removed the cooking sheet, turned the veggies, added the kielbasa, and returned it to the oven, setting the timer for an additional fifteen minutes.

“How much longer until you graduate? What’s your schedule?” I asked.

“Thanks to the Navy funding the College Level Evaluation Program, or CLEP tests, I was credited for thirty hours, allowing me to start as a sophomore. I’m now in my senior year and scheduled to graduate in June. King Soopers allows me to work around my class schedule. This semester, I work on Saturdays, Sundays, Mondays, and Thursdays. Classes are on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”

“That’s great that King Soopers is so accommodating.”

The oven timer buzzed. I turned the oven off, removed the cooking sheet, and served the salad and the Sheet Pan Dinner. After dinner, we returned to the basement bar for after-dinner drinks.

“Did you enjoy our evening festivities? Would you care to join us again sometime?” I asked.

“Yes. I thank you for inviting me. From your reaction, it appeared you had no clue about me. It was a surprise for me when Dawn undressed. I had no idea, and see you as a beautiful woman. I enjoyed our limited swinging session. Maybe we can have a full-blown party sometime soon.”

“Sounds like a good idea. There were eight of us on Saturday. That’s a good number to mix and match,” added Dawn.

“It’s been a joy meeting and learning about you. Our schedule is open since we’re both retired. Give us a call when you’d like to get together again,” offered Diana.

“This has been a delightful evening. Thank you for your acceptance. What a wonderful dinner. I’ll be in touch soon.”

Hugs and kisses around, and Kristi left. Diana and I cleaned up the kitchen.

We undressed, put on nighties, removed makeup, and got in bed.

“Do you feel more comfortable now as Dawn? Were you intimidated by Kristi having a penis? Did it bother you when I gave her a blowjob?”

“I was very relaxed all evening. It didn’t bother me at all when you gave her a blowjob. I was enjoying her wonderful breasts until you wanted to eat dinner!” I laughed.

“You’re a Dirty Old Man! And I’m happy that you are!”

“Since you interrupted my nuzzling of Kristi, I’ll nuzzle you.”
I lifted her nightie and began kissing and caressing her breasts.

“Oh, yes. You can nuzzle all you want. And not just my nipples. Other parts of me would also like your attention.”

I removed her panties and nuzzled her to a wave of orgasms. “You’re the best nuzzler I’ve ever known. You can nuzzle any part of me any time.”

When Diana recovered, she removed my panties, climbed on top, and rode me to an orgasm. “How was that? Miss Dawn.”

“I’m not sure. We might have to do this again in the morning. What do you think?”

“Of course. It’ll be a great way to start the day,” she laughed.

We snuggled and drifted off to sleep.

********** To Be Continued **********