CHANGES IN ATTITUDES

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Chapter One: The Surprise

Thursday, November 4, 2004

My girlfriend, Megan, was in her mid-forties, with shoulder-length brown hair, and very beautiful even on a bad day. We had worked at the same data center for about four years before I changed jobs and got a divorce. Megan and I have been together for about 2 years. She was well known for her tendency to display generous amounts of cleavage.

She worked as a computer operations supervisor on a Monday through Wednesday day shift, and I expected her to come over this afternoon. I worked to clean off my desk early so we could enjoy a long weekend.

Long ago, I had programmed the remote in Megan’s car to open my garage door. This has been extremely helpful during bad weather. Shortly after noon, she came in from the garage with a bag of clothes, a purse, and a bottle of wine. She greeted me with a warm hug and a kiss. “Hey, sweetie. How are you today? I’ve missed you all week.”

I returned her hug and kiss. “I’ve missed you as well. You look lovely.”

“Thank you. Have you had lunch yet? I’m starving.”

“No. I was waiting for you. How about ham and cheese sandwiches with chips?”

“Sounds good. Here, I brought a bottle of Chardonnay.”

I went to the kitchen, put her bottle in the refrigerator, retrieved a chilled bottle, fixed two sandwiches, dumped chips into a bowl, and poured two glasses of wine. We sat at the breakfast table for our gourmet lunch.

“How was your week?” I asked.

“Slept in a little. Winding down from work. Received a letter from my HOA stating that monthly assessments would be going up. This is the third consecutive year they’ve raised the rates. I should find a new place closer to work!”

“I’ve suggested before that you should move in here. This is a three-bedroom condominium with ample space. You already use half the garage.”

“I know, but this isn’t easy access to work. I like having my place, though I do enjoy spending time here with you. Do you consider us to be in a committed relationship?”

“I thought we were in a committed relationship for quite a while—long before I programmed my garage door opener to your remote. It would be very awkward if I were entertaining another lady and you pulled into the garage!” I chuckled.

Megan came to me with a big hug, misty eyes, and an enthusiastic kiss. “Why haven’t we discussed this before? I’ve felt we were a couple, but you never said anything.”

“I thought my actions were more important than words. You never said anything either. Would you be interested in selling both our places and finding a new home that’s convenient for your commute? With both our incomes, we could afford an amazing place.”

“What area of town do you have in mind?”

“We can figure that out later. I want to know if you’re interested.”

“If you feel we’re in a committed relationship, yes.” Another big hug and kiss.

We ate our sandwiches, munched on chips, and sipped our Chardonnay. After finishing, I rinsed the plates and put them into the dishwasher.

“What plans do you have for today?” I asked.

“If we’re talking about moving in together, I’d like to discuss another subject. Pour us some more wine.”

I had no idea what we were going to discuss. I refilled our wine glasses and sat back at the table.

“We’ve been together long enough to discuss adult topics without getting crazy. I know you cross-dress. You rarely do anything when I’m around, but I know. Over the past few months, I’ve researched why men like to dress up and have read various reasons why men cross-dress. I haven’t found any factually negative issues. I understand that it’s not considered socially acceptable, but it doesn’t hurt anyone.”

Megan pulled out her phone and read a post. “Some research studies suggest that a significant portion of the male population may have engaged in cross-dressing at least once in their lives. Some studies suggest that 20-30% of males have cross-dressed at some point, while a smaller percentage, perhaps 3-11%, engage in it regularly or publicly.”

She continued, “While you and I have never discussed this, I’d like to know more. Could you please tell me about your history of cross-dressing and where you are now? How do you feel when dressed? What do you get from dressing up?”

“WOW! Where to start? Okay. I started cross-dressing in grade school. Mother told me many times that I was supposed to be the daughter she never had. My brother is 3 years older. Between the time my brother and I were born, Mother had a miscarriage. She was convinced this would have been the daughter she always wanted.”

I paused a moment and took a sip of wine.

“Go through life knowing you weren’t the child your mother wanted. Yes, it affected my psyche, though I know in my heart that Mother didn’t do this intentionally. I’ll admit that I’m a confused and conflicted person.”

Megan was listening closely, occasionally sipping her wine.

“I dressed occasionally until I graduated from high school. After moving away from home, I didn’t have many opportunities for several years. There were a few girls who’d let me sleep in a nightie, but that was the extent of it. None ever condoned, much less encouraged, my cross-dressing. I’ve tried to suppress my desires, but you know how well that turned out! I’ve sought counseling, but it didn’t help. Cross-dressing was a serious contributing factor to my divorce.”

Megan hugged me. "I know that was difficult for you. Thank you for sharing with me.” She kissed me, and I hugged her in return. She sat back and looked at me quizzically.

“Would you like to get dressed for me?”

“Are you sure you want me to?”

“I want to see what you look like when dressed. Don’t bother with makeup.”

What a dramatic change! From not condoning to full encouragement, zero to sixty in nothing flat. I was astonished and confused. Knowing better than to ask questions, I chugged my wine, kissed her, and headed upstairs to change.

I normally keep my body hair to a minimum. Nevertheless, I took the time to strip and lathered my torso, underarms, arms, and legs with hair removal cream. After waiting five minutes, I showered to wash off what body hair I had. Used a bar of soap to remove the remaining cream and took more body hair down the drain. After drying, I applied body lotion and began getting dressed.

Starting with tube-style breast forms, a bra, panties, a wig, 2-inch black heels, and a light grey dress. The dress has short sleeves, a form-fitting low-cut bosom, and an A-line skirt. Back to the bathroom to brush my wig and put on lip gloss. Taking a deep breath, I returned to the dining room. Megan was reading the paper.

She looked up: "Oh my heavens! You look pretty good. I’m impressed. You’re quite passable. Those are nice-looking boobs. They give you a great figure. We need a female name. What do you think we should use?"

"When dressed, I refer to myself as Joan.”

“Joan’s a cute name. I like this dress. What other outfits do you have?”

"I have one similar in sand beige. I have these 2-inch heels plus a pair of brown 2-inch heels. Also, two pairs of 3 ½-inch sling-back heels, one blue and one beige."

“Please show me the other dress.”

I went to the bedroom and changed into the sand beige dress and beige 3 ½-inch heels.

She looked and smiled. "As you said, this is similar to the light grey dress, both are suitable. Which one do you prefer?”

“I’m more comfortable in the brown 2-inch heels, so I guess the brown dress.”

“Okay. Change into the 2-inch heels. Do you have any makeup or nail polish?”

“I have makeup, no polish.”

“Bring your makeup.”

I changed into brown 2-inch heels and retrieved my makeup collection.

Megan placed a paper towel on the seat of a chair. I took off my heels and stood with one foot on the chair while she applied her light pink polish to my toes, then swapped feet. Being careful not to smudge the polish, I sat at the table. With a napkin under my hand, she painted my fingernails. While the nail polish was drying, she rummaged through my makeup bag.

“We need to get you some better makeup.”

“It’s not like I go out in public. I bought this online. I rarely use any of it.”

She applied foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush, lip liner, and lip gloss.

“Go look in the mirror and see what you think.”

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There was no trace of John. A beautiful woman stared back at me. I was shocked but thrilled.

“I’m amazed. You did a wonderful job. I don’t even recognize myself.”

“Fantastic. I knew you’d be happy. Where do you want to go for dinner?”

“Please. I don’t want to go out in public. We can stay home. I’ll fix dinner.”

“There’s no reason to be afraid. Not even your best friend would recognize you.”

“I’m not ready to go out in public. It hasn’t been four hours since you sent me to get dressed.”

“Okay. We’ll go another time.” She gave me a hug and a light kiss, not messing up my lip gloss.

“How do you feel? Do you like being dressed with me here? What do you want to do next?”

“I’m much more comfortable with a bosom. It feels natural. I’m thrilled you’re allowing me to dress while you’re here. It feels incredible having my nails and makeup done. Thanks for doing such an amazing job. As you said, not even my best friend would recognize me, but I’m happy staying home when dressed. I don’t need to advertise or show off to anyone.”

“I’m happy that you’re comfortable. You look much better than I was expecting. I’m grateful you don’t need or want to show off. I just found a new girlfriend to hang out with! We’ll get you some more outfits. You can dress any time you want.”

We embraced and exchanged gentle kisses.

I prepared a salad, beef tips with gravy over pasta, mashed potatoes, and broccoli, served with a Shiraz wine. After dinner, we continued our ongoing Backgammon tournament, found a movie, and settled in for the evening.

Getting ready for bed, I undressed, kept my breast forms on, put on a sky-blue lace nightgown, and scrubbed off my makeup.

"That’s certainly a cute nightie. Do you wear it when I’m not here?"

"Sometimes. I’ve had this for a few years."

"I like it."

She gave me a big hug and a kiss. We climbed into bed and snuggled together, drifting off to sleep after a very eventful day.

Chapter Two: Becoming Feminine

Friday, November 5, 2004

We woke at about the same time. I got up and went to the bathroom, then returned to bed. Megan did the same. I began caressing her, and she removed her panties. As she lay on her back, I scooted down and ran my tongue along her upper thighs and around her lower stomach. She began squirming as I licked her labia and nibbled on her vulva. I concentrated on satisfying her as she had never been fulfilled before!

Since she’d embraced my cross-dressing, I wanted to thank her. It took time before she began moaning and thrusting her hips in the air, which made me probe even deeper. As wave after wave of orgasm swept her, she finally rolled away, grabbed my arms, and pulled me into a hug as her whole body quivered.

We lay holding each other as she continued to shudder. Moments later, she drifted back to sleep. I slipped out of bed, went to the shower, shaved, and began dressing. I selected a bra and panty set and my light gray dress. I did my best to replicate the makeup application she’d done yesterday. Then my wig and 3 ½-inch blue sling-back heels. Back in the bedroom, Megan was stirring.

“Thank you, dear. Waking up with you starts my day out right.” She kissed me. “You did a wonderful job with your makeup. Please fix breakfast while I dress.”

"What do we have planned for today?" I asked.

"After breakfast, I’m taking my new girlfriend shopping! You need some casual outfits. What sizes do you wear?"

"I wear L or XL, size 16 or 18, 9 ½ wide shoes. With my breast forms, I wear a 40-D bra. I have a 34-inch waist and 38-inch hips."

“I know many women who would love to have those numbers.”

I kissed her, went to the kitchen, started the coffee maker, and began cooking.

After Megan showered and dressed, we had coffee and breakfast.

While I cleaned the kitchen, Megan went to my office and started online shopping in stores located in a nearby mall. I have 2 computers. One for work and one for personal use. Megan can use the personal computer. She sometimes brings her laptop.

"I found several tops, skirts, shorts, and a couple of dresses online at JCPenney. See what you think. We can order online and pick them up at the store. You can bring them home to try on. In the same mall, there are Dillard’s and Macy’s. Look to see if you find anything at one of those stores. Look at bras and panties and see if you find any sandals or casual shoes."

I sat at my desk, started going through the website, and made notes on the outfits she had picked out.

"I made some notes on some of the outfits you had listed. Macy’s has skirts and tops, along with a pair of sandals and a pair of casual loafers. I also found a cream baby doll and Bali Lace ‘n Smooth and Lace Desire underwire bras on sale. Buy one, get one at half price with matching panties."

She sat down and reviewed my notes: "Okay, I like these. Place an order for pickup. Both stores are in the same mall; we can make one trip. You should get confirmation from their customer service desks shortly, then we’ll pick up everything. You’re going out in public wearing a dress. I insist. You look too cute to stay at home."

A little while later, emails arrived from both stores. My orders were ready at customer service. I changed into 2-inch black heels, retrieved my purse, and added my wallet.

Megan drove to the nearby mall. First was Macy’s customer service to retrieve a package for Joan Knight, and then JCPenney customer service for two big packages. I signed for them; Megan helped me take the packages to the car. We returned to the Sephora counter inside JCPenney. Megan began chatting with a beauty consultant.

"Joan, this is Cindy. Come sit here and let her find the right colors for you."

I was confused, but I sat in a chair at the counter to let Cindy do her color matching. She gave me a warm smile. "Just relax. You’ll be amazed at what we can do by matching your skin color."

She began putting sample marks on my hands and cheeks, finally deciding on the correct colors for my skin tone. With that information, she and Megan picked out necessary items, bagged them up, and I presented my credit card for payment.

Returning home, I took the packages and unloaded everything onto the bed. Megan asked me to scrub off my makeup. I arranged the outfits by matching the tops to the bottoms, as we had picked them out. A total of nine outfits: two dresses and seven tops to pair with three shorts, two skorts, and two skirts.

1. Dress - Floral Baby-doll short sleeve - Pink
2. Dress - Empire waist floral print – Red/white
3. Skort – Burgundy w/ light Pink Crew Neck Short Sleeve blouse
4. Skirt – Pink drawstring w/ White Paisley Keyhole-neck Sleeveless blouse
5. Skirt – Red / White checked w/ White Crew Neck Short Sleeve blouse.
6. Shorts – White belted w/ Pink Lace Button-up short sleeve blouse
7. Shorts – Black w/ Coral Red Crinkle Chest Short Sleeve top
8. Shorts – White drawstring w/ Blue floral square neck flutter sleeve blouse
9. Skort – Navy / White w/ White Split Crew Neck top

I started a fashion show with a pink floral baby-doll short-sleeved dress and white walking sandals.

"That’s a cute dress! How does it fit and feel?"

"It’s very comfortable, does not bind, I like the color, and the sandals fit fine."

“Great. Come sit here at the table.”

She opened a do-it-yourself kit with small crystal ball stud earrings and pierced my ears. She had already unloaded all the makeup we purchased and proceeded to do my makeup again. She overpainted my nails with new Dusky Rose polish.

“Go look in the mirror and see what you think.” She suggested.

“Wow! This is much better than my old makeup. Thanks!” I gave her a hug and a kiss.

I returned to the bedroom, took off the first outfit, then selected a pink drawstring skirt with a white paisley keyhole-neck sleeveless blouse. Megan approved, and we repeated the show for the remaining skirts, shorts, skorts, blouses, and dresses. I stayed in the last outfit, a navy and white skort with a white split crew neck top.

"Please don't wake me up from this fantasy dream! I’m still euphoric about this new direction. Until this morning, I’d never been out of the house when dressed."

"Notice that the outfits are non-descript. Nothing to attract attention to you."

“Yes. I see that. They look and feel nice, but only you and I should know the truth.”

It was now late afternoon, and we were both exhausted and in need of a drink! I fixed two vodka martinis, and we sat to toast a new lifestyle.

"I’m starving. Where do we want to go for dinner?"

“How about pizza?"

Megan drove us to a nearby pizza parlor. We were seated in a booth. Megan ordered a pizza and two glasses of Chianti. After eating, we boxed our leftovers and returned home.

“See. I told you there was no reason to be apprehensive. No one even gave you a second look.”

“Thank you. With your encouragement and help with makeup, I feel more confident.”

We found another movie and settled in for the evening. Getting ready for bed, I scrubbed off my makeup and put on a cream babydoll lace nightgown.

"That’s a cute nightie. I don't remember seeing it when we shopped for your clothes."

“It was in the Macy’s order.”

We snuggled and went to sleep.

Saturday, November 6, 2004

We woke up, went to the bathroom, and returned to bed. Megan climbed up and sat on my face so I could lick her pussy until she couldn’t take any more. When she was satisfied, she started to scoot down to mount me. She stopped when her hips bumped against my breast forms.

“I never had to scoot over boobs before!” She laughed.

She turned around and sucked me until I exploded into her mouth, then kissed me passionately, feeding me a mouthful of cum. I sucked all the cum off her tongue.

“Did you like the taste?”

“Creamy. Not bad. A little salty.”

“That’s something women experience.”

I took a shower and shaved, put on panties and a bra, and began applying makeup. Megan came into the bathroom and took a shower. As she applied her makeup, she helped finish mine.

“You’ve done a decent job with your makeup. A little more practice and you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks. I appreciate your help. I’m beginning to feel more comfortable. I’m still amazed at this idea of yours and your encouragement and help to get me to this point. I find it interesting that since you decided for me to dress as a female, you’ve gone in on this transformation project.”

“You do dress up well. There’s nothing about you that looks out of character.”

“While I’m enjoying this immensely, I wonder what benefit you get in return?”

“Seeing how much you enjoy dressing and how you have become more comfortable within yourself is a joy to behold. You now have a sparkle in your eyes. You’re much more relaxed and happier. Not to mention how much more attentive you’ve been in bed. That alone is worth it to me!”

I put on a red and white checked skirt with a white crew-neck short-sleeve blouse, again wearing white walking sandals, and went to prepare breakfast.

“Do you want to see if we can find a suitable place closer to your work? We can also get a rough estimate of what our current places are worth. That’d give us a realistic idea of how much we could spend on a new home.”

“Sure. Start with what our current homes are worth.”

I went into my office and began a search, finding that Megan’s place should sell for about $335,000 and mine for about $675,000. Subtracting our current mortgages and realtor fees, we estimated our combined net profit would be about $450,000. If we take half that amount to put 20% down, we would be looking in the price range of about $1,125,000 for a new home. We searched to see what was on the market.

“We aren’t seeing much. Once we get a realtor, I’m sure there are other properties.”

“Talk about whirlwinds. You’re excited that I’m encouraging you to dress. I’m excited that you want us to move in together.”

“I’ve suggested before that we move in together. You still have me in shock.”

We had nothing planned for the remainder of the day. I spent time cleaning space in my dresser for lingerie and my closet for new outfits and nighties.

I fixed a salad and spaghetti for dinner. After dinner, we played Backgammon and watched TV before retiring for the night, cuddling as we fell asleep.

Sunday, November 7, 2004

We established a new morning routine. After waking up and going to the bathroom, Megan lay down, and I satisfied her until she couldn’t take any more. She would then either mount and ride me until I climaxed, or give me a blowjob and feed me cum with a deep kiss.

We got up, showered, and dressed. I chose white belted shorts with a pink lace button-up short-sleeve blouse. Breakfast was pancakes and bacon with coffee.

Nothing exciting today. We just relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company.

Megan left after dinner to go home for work on Monday. She’d be back on Thursday.

Chapter Three: Getting Comfortable

Monday, November 8, 2004

On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, my morning routine became: Shower, shave, put on panties, and a bra. I worked diligently to apply makeup. It was a thrill to choose one of the outfits Megan picked out and wear it all day. I was working through the outfits we bought. I can work while dressed in this fashion: regular phone calls and emails. I also access customer computer systems via the internet to research and correct problems or install new software. After dinner, I undress, remove makeup, and put on my nightie.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

After a shower and shave, I took extra care to apply makeup. Megan would be coming over after her hair and nail appointment. I didn’t want to disappoint her. I selected a short-sleeve pink floral wrap dress with white sandals.

Mid-morning, I got a text from Megan: “Don’t fix anything for dinner. Details later.”

I responded with a “Thumbs-Up” emoji.

I continued working until shortly after 2 p.m. when Megan came in through the garage wearing a short-sleeve V-neck geometric red dress. She greeted me with a big hug and an enthusiastic kiss. “Hey, sweetie. I’ve missed you all week. You look ridiculously cute in that dress, and your makeup is perfect!”

I returned her hug and kiss. “Thank you. I’ve missed you as well. You changed your hairstyle. I like it. Your dress is beautiful. I did take extra care with my makeup. I wanted you to approve.”

“It was time for a change. And speaking of changes, I’ve got another major surprise for you. Fix us a martini and come sit down.”

I went into the kitchen, fixed two Cosmopolitan Martinis, and returned to the breakfast table.

“Cheers!” We clicked our glasses and sipped. “Tell me the big surprise of the week.”

“While at the beauty salon this morning, I sat next to one of our former co-workers, Diana Chapin. I’m sure you remember her from operations. Her parents died in an automobile accident in Kansas. She went back to liquidate the estate. At a party, Diana met up with another of our former coworkers, Dan Burke. I know you remember Dan, he worked in systems. He’s now a partner with a venture capital group, and they became involved. His venture group purchased her parents' land for a small fortune.”

“She and Dan are now living in Golden and have invited us over for dinner this evening. Dan now lives part-time as Dawn. Diana wants you to come dressed as well.”

“Yes, I remember both Diana and Dan. It’s obvious, to the most casual observer, that you told her I cross-dress. Things certainly have progressed quickly. Two weeks ago, you weren’t comfortable with me wearing a nightie to bed. Now you encourage me to dress full-time, even to the point of going out in public, and now to meet others. What other surprises do you have in store?”

“None at this point, but I’ll see if I can’t find something for next week!”

We checked email and news online for about an hour, freshened our makeup, and Megan drove us to Diana’s home. I was nervous about meeting someone while dressed as a female but felt confident that I looked passable.

Diana and Dawn live in a semi-secluded neighborhood between Lakewood and Golden with a large roundabout driveway leading to a three-car garage. Megan parked close to the front door, and we went to see what the evening would bring.

“Hello and welcome, please come in,” Diana answered the door. “Joan, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Megan and Joan, this is Dawn.”

“Hello, Diana, it’s been several years since we worked together. Dawn, I remember working with Dan Burke as well.”

“Very nice to meet up with you again. Please come downstairs to the bar and make yourselves comfortable. What would you care to drink? We have wine, vodka, Scotch, Bourbon, gin, and rye. Diana and I are having martinis.”

We followed Dawn down to the bar. Both Diana and Dawn are lovely women. I know Dawn is Dan, but you would never know by looking at or watching her. Diana is about five feet tall, with brown shoulder-length hair and DD-cup breasts. Dawn is closer to six feet tall, with brown collar-length hair and D-cup breasts. Diana was wearing a long-sleeve floral scoop neckline dress that accentuated her curves with short heels. Dawn was wearing a red poppy festival dress with loafers.

“I’d love a martini. How about you, Joan?” asked Megan.

“I’ll start with a martini. Might change later,” I answered.

“Coming right up. Please have a seat here at the bar,” replied Dawn.

Dawn served up two martinis. Diana and Dawn raised their glasses. “Cheers. Here’s to re-acquainting with old friends.”

We touched glass rims and sipped our drinks.

“Joan, Megan told me that you’ve been a long-time cross-dresser, now dressing more often and venturing out in public. We want you to know we embrace the lifestyle. If she didn’t tell you, Dan is now living part-time as Dawn. You’re an incredibly beautiful woman. There’s no reason to be nervous. Please relax and enjoy being with those of us who approve.”

“Thank you, Diana. You and Dawn are exceptionally beautiful women. I appreciate your warm and gracious hospitality. I was extremely nervous when Megan announced we were coming here. I feel much more relaxed now.”

“I sit here looking at both Diana and Megan. Go stand together. You two could be sisters! Dawn, what do you think?”

“Yes, I agree. There’s a striking resemblance. Same height and body. Similar hair. Eyes, cheekbones, nose, and jawline.”

“Well, Joan and Dawn also resemble each other,” replied Diana.

“Dawn. I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward, but would you mind relating your history of cross-dressing and how you came to live as a woman?” asked Megan.

“Not at all. I’m happy to tell you. It was only two months ago that Diana and I were re-acquainted. Talk about a whirlwind change to our lifestyles!”

Dawn related the story of coming out to friends on a business trip, where she met Diana, and they became a couple. You can read the story in: Dan Becomes Dawn with sequels, Dawn Visits Kansas, and Dawn and Diana Move to Denver. After they moved to Denver and bought this home, Dan began living most of the time as Dawn.

When Dawn finished recounting her transition, we went upstairs for dinner.

After dinner, Diana invited us back downstairs for after-dinner drinks. Dawn again served as the bartender, offering anything we wanted.

“Have you ever been involved in swinging with other couples?” asked Diana.

“No. Neither of us has. Do you and Dawn swing? What’s it all about?” asked Megan.

“We had never been involved in swinging or same-sex relationships until we met in September. As Dawn related, that was only two months ago. When Dawn came to Kansas, two weeks after we met, a neighbor of mine introduced us to her boyfriend, and we spent an evening with them. The day after moving in here, less than two weeks ago, we hosted a party with eight of us mixing up. Everyone had a wonderful time.”

“What do you do? Just have sex with different partners, or is it more involved?” Asked Megan.

“With a group of eight, we pull names out of a hat. You can’t be with your partner. Each pair then goes to a bedroom and pleasures each other in any way they choose.”

“I’ve never had sex with a woman,” replied Megan.

“I’ve never had sex with a man. I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” added Joan.

“Neither had we until two months ago. Honestly, I enjoy sex with a woman as much or more than I ever did with a man. I never knew what I was missing, but we’re making up for lost time now,” answered Diana.

“I’d never had sex with a man, either. I’ve participated with a man, but I genuinely enjoy oral sex with a woman. I’m currently struggling with the mental issues of male-on-male sex,” added Dawn.

“Are you asking us if we want to swing with you right now?” asked Megan.

“Only if you’re interested. If not, we completely understand,” answered Diana.

“What do you think, Joan?”

“Talk about changes in attitudes! Only last week, Megan invited me to openly cross-dress with her as Joan. Then she took me out in public. Now she has introduced me to you two. As inviting as you make it sound, I think it’s too soon for me. Sorry.”

“Not a problem, Joan. If you have doubts, we certainly respect them,” replied Dawn.

“If you think you might wish to explore at another time, we’re hosting a swinger party on Saturday, November 20th. There you’ll get to meet the others we party with. Everyone stays overnight and we have breakfast in the morning. We’d love for you to join us. If you have reservations, we could make sure you aren’t paired male-on-male.”

“I think we could be interested in meeting the others. On another note, we’ve discussed moving in together, and this part of town would be very convenient for my commute to work. Do you have a real estate agent you’d recommend?” asked Megan.

“Yes. Two ladies in our swinging group are partners in a real estate brokerage. They helped us find this home and joined us for the initial party. I’ll get their contact information.” Answered Diana.

“Thank you, that’d be wonderful.”

Diana went to the office, retrieved a business card, and gave it to Megan.

“Thank you for the wonderful dinner and discussion. We’d love to get together with you again soon. It’s time for Megan and me to head home.”

Hugs and kisses around, we returned home, undressed, cleaned off makeup, put on nighties, and crashed into bed, thoroughly exhausted.

Chapter Four: Finding A New Home

Friday, November 12, 2004

Staying with our new morning routine, I satisfied Megan orally until she begged me to stop. She thanked me by climbing on top and riding me until I climaxed.

We got up, showered, and dressed. Today, I chose a navy and white skort with a white split crew neck top. Breakfast was pancakes and bacon with coffee.

“Now that you’ve had time to reflect, what do you think about last night? Do you want to attend on the 20th?” I asked.

“It took me by surprise when Diana started talking about swinging. Yes, I’d like to go back in two weeks, especially if you don’t have to be paired male-on-male. I think it could be a wonderful evening. How about you?”

“Are you comfortable with me dressing as a female? Do you want me to continue? What are the limits?”

“You make an incredibly cute woman. You do a fantastic job with your makeup. It’ll be your choice if or when you need to dress as John. I’m even okay with Joan wearing male clothing around the house.”

We hugged and kissed. I caught up on work and emails. We had a light lunch, ham and cheese sandwiches with chips and lemonade.

We surfed online for properties that fit our minimums of 3+ bedrooms, 2+ bathrooms, and 2+ attached garage spaces. While I preferred a condominium, we included single-family homes in our search criteria.

“Do we want to find something to remodel? If you sell your townhome, we could use the proceeds to fix a wreck into what we want. We could find newer construction and move in there before selling this condominium. Either way, we’d not need to be in a hurry to move.”

“I’d prefer newer construction. After seeing what Diana and Dawn have, I’m not sure a condominium would be better than a house. I know you don’t like doing yard work, but with both of us working, we can hire someone for that. Put in a call to Diana’s friends and let them find us the perfect home.”

I called the number on the business card for Wanda Dodge and Laura Sanders. The receptionist transferred me to Laura Sanders. I explained that Diana Chapin and Dawn Burke had recommended her. We want to sell two properties and buy a place in or near Golden, Arvada, or Lakewood.

She asked for the addresses of the current properties and how much we owed. I had that information ready and provided it to her. I explained our minimum requirements and preferences. She inquired if we would be available tomorrow. When could she visit our current properties? When would we be able to start looking at new properties? We agreed for her to come here tomorrow at 11 a.m. to begin the process.

For dinner, Megan decided we should get Italian food to go. I opened a bottle of Chianti to breathe. Megan drove, and we both went into the restaurant to retrieve the food order, came home, and played games while eating dinner. After watching a movie, we undressed, put on nighties, removed makeup, and drifted off to sleep.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

The morning in bed was a repeat of Friday. Megan said I was wearing her out, but she thoroughly enjoyed the attention! After a shower, shave, and makeup, I put on a pink drawstring skirt with a white paisley keyhole-neck sleeveless blouse.

As arranged, Laura rang the doorbell precisely at 11 a.m.

I answered the door, Laura had short-cropped blonde hair, fit, yet buxom. She didn’t even blink. “Hello, Joan and Megan. I’m Laura Sanders. I spoke with Diana and Dawn after you called yesterday. They filled me in, so I’d not be surprised.”

“Welcome, Laura. Please come in. Please, have a seat at the table. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Nothing to drink, thank you.”

We all sat at the breakfast table and began going over her estimates for our two properties and the minimum requirements we had for a new home. Her numbers were close to ours, so no surprises either way. After walking through my condominium, she said it should sell quickly. Megan scheduled a time on Thursday for Laura to visit her townhouse. Laura will return on Monday with the paperwork and a photographer.

“What do we want for dinner tonight? You’re going dressed just as you are.”

I suggested a Mexican restaurant. We touched up our lip gloss, grabbed our purses, and Megan drove us to dinner. We had margaritas and taco salads. There were no issues.

On the drive back home. “See, I told you no one would give you a second glance. You look and act like a natural woman. This is the new you, and I’m thrilled!”

“Thanks to you, I’m getting more comfortable out in public. These outfits you selected are extremely comfortable without attracting any attention to me. I like wearing them.”

We switched to wine, played Backgammon, watched a movie, and went to bed.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

When we woke, Megan begged off my advances, saying she was exhausted! We got up, showered, did our makeup, and dressed. I selected a burgundy skort with a light pink crew neck short-sleeve blouse. This is the last of the outfits we bought. We had breakfast and read the paper.

The day was uneventful. Megan left after dinner for work on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.

I removed the breast forms I’d been wearing for almost two weeks. I lathered myself with hair removal cream, showered, and took a long bath with bath oil and a tall glass of Scotch. After my bath, I put on my breast forms and a sky-blue lace nightie. It was time for bed.

It’s been only ten days since Megan asked me about cross-dressing. Since that time, so many “Changes in Attitudes” in so many areas.

Chapter Five: The New Normal

Monday, November 15, 2004

On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I would shower, shave, and put on panties and a bra. I was still working diligently to apply my makeup properly.

Today, I wore a red poppy festival dress and 2-inch black heels. Laura arrived at 1 pm with a photographer. While a complete video of my condo was being filmed, Laura and I sat at the dining table to fill out the paperwork. Once everything was completed, they left, and I went back to work.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Megan would be coming over after meeting with Laura to evaluate her townhouse.

After showering and shaving, I took extra care to apply makeup, then put on a pink floral baby doll dress with white sandals.

At 2 p.m., Megan came in from the garage with her purse, two shopping bags, and a clothing bag.

“Hi, Sweetie. You look wonderful in that dress. And you did a fantastic job with your makeup.”

We hugged and kissed lightly so we wouldn’t smear our lip gloss.

“You look lovely as well. How did the meeting with Laura go?”

“Her numbers were about the same as our estimates. We might need to use a short-term storage unit to clean out both places for showings. I gave her a key to get interior pictures and post the listing. We decided to list the townhouse as fully furnished. All I need to take are my clothes and empty the pantry.”

“I’ve been packing up what I don’t need. There’s a storage facility just around the corner. After we pack up your place, I can move everything while you’re at work next week.”

“Will Joan be able to move, or will you have to be John?”

“I’ll let John rent the unit. Joan will be able to move everything.”

“What do we have planned for this afternoon?”

“I marinated some steaks for dinner. Nothing is planned until then. What do you have in mind?”

“Do we want to attend the party on Saturday with Diana and Dawn? Diana called me on Monday to assure me that you wouldn’t be paired with another guy.”

“I don’t want to participate in male-on-male sex, even with Dawn. I’d appreciate the chance to meet the other parties.”

I put potatoes into the oven to bake, and chopped salad. Put the salad in the refrigerator, and uncorked a bottle of Zinfandel to breathe for dinner. When everything was ready, I grilled the steaks and we enjoyed dinner.

Friday, November 19, 2004 – Megan Moves In

After I satisfied Megan orally until she begged me to stop, she thanked me by climbing on top and riding me until I climaxed. We got up, showered, and dressed. I removed my breast forms and dressed as Dan.

After our breakfast of pancakes and bacon with coffee, I loaded my SUV with what I needed to store. Megan went with me to the storage facility. They had a 10’x10’ unit for $85 per month. We unloaded everything and returned home.

“We still have plenty of time today. Do you want to get your clothes and empty your refrigerator and pantry?”

“I guess I’m moving in with you today!” She laughed.

I loaded some packing boxes and a large cooler into my SUV. I followed Megan to her townhouse. We stripped the beds and started a load in the washer. I moved clothes from the closets into my SUV while Megan packed the pantry. She then emptied the refrigerator into the cooler. While I took the pantry boxes and cooler to our vehicles, Megan unloaded her dresser into suitcases.

When the washer and dryer were completed, we made beds and hung towels. We checked to make sure we had everything loaded, and one more walk-through.

“That didn’t take as long as I had expected. Guess moving is much easier if you leave the furniture and decorations!” exclaimed Megan.

We returned to what is now OUR condo and unloaded both vehicles. Megan’s clothes were temporarily stored in the guest bedroom closet. Don’t worry, I knew she’d take over my closet before long. Hopefully, we would move to a new home soon.

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