Dawn Visits Kansas – Part 1

By Kathi Jo Daniels

Prologue:
This is the continuation of the saga: Dan Becomes Dawn.

Chapter One: Preparation
Monday, September 20, 2004

Having returned from a business/swinging trip to Steamboat Springs and Denver, I sat contentedly at my desk, wearing a blue floral V-neck dress with white sandals, a shoulder-length medium brown wig, and stud earrings. Underneath, lace panties and a matching 40-D bra supported my tube-style breast forms. Rose lip gloss and eyeshadow harmonized with the shimmering pink polish on my fingers and toenails.

I finished a conference call with my business partners. We discussed the previous estate I’d appraised in Colorado and the prospective property in Kansas.

My next task was to schedule my trip to Kansas, where Diana needed to liquidate her parents’ estate, which included over 2,000 acres of land, homestead, and outbuildings.

Southwest Airlines had a flight from Orlando to Wichita, leaving at 8:35 AM via St Louis and arriving at 12:40 PM. A week later, on Sunday, their only return flight departed at 2:10 PM and arrived at 7:40 PM—I booked the flights.

Diana had asked that I dress as Dawn, so I’d only need male clothing for the two flights. I’d take the six dresses and two pairs of shoes I had. We’d have to do laundry or go shopping!

I called Diana and gave her my flight schedule and estimated arrival at her farm. She informed me, in no uncertain terms, that she’d be picking me up at the airport. Yes! Madam! No rental car was necessary!

The next three days were spent doing my job, accessing the McPherson County, Kansas website, and researching as much as possible. Diana had told me there were leases with two of their neighbors. Those would have to be examined on-site.

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Thursday afternoon: I set my alarm for five in the morning, removed my breast forms, and used polish remover to clean my fingernails and toenails. I smeared Nair over my arms, hands, legs, feet, and torso, let it set, and then took a shower to wash off my body hair. I filled the bathtub, added bath oil, and settled in for a long soak, using a razor to remove any remaining hair.

I packed my dresses, shoes, bras, panties, nighties, and purse containing my makeup. Because I knew we would be walking the property, I added a pair of hiking shoes, shorts, and an extra golf shirt.

Chapter Two: Friday
Friday, September 24, 2004

Part 1: Morning - Travel to McPherson

My alarm buzzed at five o’clock Friday morning. I showered, shaved, dressed, rode the shuttle bus to the airport, checked my suitcase, went through security, and boarded the flight. I changed planes in St. Louis and arrived in Wichita on time.

Diana was waiting for me in baggage claim, in an outfit that caused many men and women to check her out! She’s a gorgeous woman on a bad day. Today, she was stunning! Wearing a hot pink sleeveless deep V-neck sweater that fit like it had been painted on, with mid-thigh tight white shorts, she was the center of attention. I’d take a bet she was wearing a push-up bra! Her DD-cup breasts were absolutely on display.

When she saw me coming, she ran to meet me with a body-crushing hug and zealous kiss. I picked her up and carried her out of the traffic aisle, returning her hug and kiss. "Oh, my! I’ve missed you," she gushed.

"I’ve missed you as well. It’s so wonderful to be back together."

We hugged and kissed again, then held each other while waiting for the luggage.

"You certainly look stunning. Several men and women were checking you out!"

"I wanted to be sure you could find me in the crowd!" She laughed.

I claimed my luggage, and we went to her car.

On the way, I suggested we stop at a liquor store for some Chianti and a 1.75l bottle of Tito's Handmade Vodka for Martinis.

It took an hour before we went through the gate and then a quarter-mile off the county road on a gravel drive to a sprawling ranch-style farmhouse. Diana parked in the 4-car detached garage. I carried my suitcase and computer bag; Diana brought the bottles of wine and vodka. We entered through the kitchen door.

"Put your computer in the office. Take your suitcase into the master bedroom. There are some empty drawers in the dresser. I’ll take the wine and vodka to the kitchen."

After leaving my computer in the office and placing my suitcase in the master bedroom, I unpacked and hung my dresses, putting everything else in the dresser. I entered the kitchen, and Diana was already shaking a batch of Martinis.

She filled two glasses, handed one to me, and raised hers. "Cheers! I’m so happy you’re here. I’ve missed you for what, ten nights? We’ve got a lot of catching up to do!"

"Cheers! I’m happy to be here. I’ve missed you as well. It appears to me that you’re currently over-dressed."

“So are you. Mister Dan!” She laughed. We sipped our drinks.

I put my glass on the table and gently pushed her arm with her glass down. She smiled and released her glass, allowing a hug and intense kiss. She returned the hug and kiss with equal enthusiasm.

We moved into the master bedroom. She peeled off her sweater top, revealing a push-up bra! We both undressed.

I laid her on the bed and began bringing her to multiple orgasms. She rolled away, pushing me to one side, gasping for breath: "Oh, how I’ve missed you. Thank you. Thank you. I’m thrilled you’re here."

She rolled me onto my back, climbed up, and impaled herself on my rigid penis. She was in control now and began riding me until I finally climaxed.

“How was that? Mister Dan!”

I hugged her, and we kissed longingly. I began to explore other sensitive parts of her body, including, but not limited to, her beautiful breasts. After a few minutes, I returned to titillating her, cleaning cum from her pussy, and bringing her to another round of massive orgasms. She finally collapsed and pulled me up into an intense hug.

"Please, just hold me. I can't take it anymore! I’m completely exhausted."

We hugged tightly as she quivered in my arms. After a few minutes, it appeared that she was napping.

Part 2: Afternoon - Getting Dressed

I gently untangled myself and retrieved my lingerie, breast forms, wig, and purse, which contained my makeup. I took a shower, shaved again, and put on my tube-style breast forms, panties, and a bra. I applied beard cover, foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, powder, blush, lip liner, gloss, a wig, and stud earrings. I wanted to be as attractive as possible when she woke.

I took my purse and tiptoed through the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I went to the kitchen and retrieved my Martini and a sheet of paper towel. Then to the dining table. Using the paper towel, I placed one foot on a chair and applied shimmering pink polish, carefully keeping my foot on the paper. Completed one foot and painted the other. Placed the paper towel on the tabletop and painted my fingernails. I sat back and sipped my Martini while the polish dried.

As I was checking my nails to see if they were dry, Diana came out wrapped in a dressing gown. Her hair was a mess, but she still looked beautiful.

"Don't you make a fine sight? Sitting at the table in nothing but a bra and panties, painting your nails, and sipping a Martini. Have you no modesty?" she laughed.

"I guess not. You’ve turned me into a shameless hussy."

She hugged and kissed me, being careful to avoid bumping my nails. "Are your nails dry yet? They look beautiful. You’ve certainly done a great job with your makeup."

“Thanks. I wanted to look good for you.” I tested a couple of nails. "I think they’re getting there. I’ll give them a couple more minutes."

She retrieved her Martini glass and the shaker of Martinis, refilled my glass, and sat down at the table.

"Sorry. I wasn’t ready to go through security dressed. I know they aren’t supposed to hassle anyone, but I’m not ready to find out."

"That’s certainly not a problem. You’ve made me incredibly happy."

We raised our Martini glasses. "Cheers! Here’s to a wonderful time together!" We clicked our glasses.

"And here’s to a mutually beneficial business arrangement!" she answered.

We finished our Martinis. My nails had dried, so I went into the bedroom, put on my turquoise long-sleeve dress with white sandals, and returned to the dining room.

"You’re adorable in that dress. Guess I better put on something!"

"Or you could stay naked, and we could go back to bed."

"You’ve exhausted me for today. I’ll get dressed." She gave me a big hug.

"There aren't too many restaurants in the area, so we’ll eat at home most of the time. I’ve prepared salad and lasagna for tonight. I hope you like my lasagna!" she laughed.

"That sounds wonderful. It’s almost four o'clock. What time will we be dining?"

"How about five o'clock?"

"Perfect. I’ll connect my computer to your network and check my emails."

I went into the office, powered up my laptop, discovered her network, which wasn’t secured, and downloaded my emails. There was a message from my investment partners that the property in Colorado had been put under contract. That was great news. When we sold the property, I’d get a commission and share of the profits, which could be substantial. I worked through my emails and shut down my laptop.

Part 3: Evening - Dinner

Diana came into the kitchen wearing a more modest button-front blouse, blue jean skirt, and sandals, still looking beautiful.

"How about a glass of Chianti while the lasagna bakes?" I suggested.

"Of course. Here’s a bottle."

I found a foil cutter and corkscrew and uncorked the wine. Wine glasses were in a cupboard next to the stove. After pouring two glasses, I handed one to Diana.

"Here’s to the most wonderful woman I know! You’re fantastic, and I’m thrilled we met!"

"Thank you so much. You’ve no idea how much you mean to me as well. I certainly hope this is the beginning of an unbelievably beautiful relationship."

We clicked glasses and sipped wine.

Diana served the salad, and we sat at the dining table, which would seat eight.

"I thought you were an only child. Were there other family members in the area?"

"I had an older brother, but he passed away about ten years ago. My father had three brothers who, at one time, owned adjacent properties. My mother had two brothers who lived in the area. They’re all gone now, and all their properties have been sold. None of my cousins stayed in the area. My daughters have no interest in this property."

We finished our salads. The oven timer buzzed. I refilled our Chianti while Diana served the lasagna and garlic toast. We finished eating, put away the leftovers, and cleaned the kitchen.

Diana made another shaker of Martinis. We went to the veranda to watch the sunset.

“How was your visit with Nancy and Mark?” I asked.

“It took over five hours to drive from Aspen. The traffic was crazy. There were two different wrecks. One was a tanker truck that spilled fuel oil into Clear Creek near Silver Plume. Luckily, it didn’t catch fire. Mark had trout ready to cook when I finally arrived. It was wonderful. We relaxed after dinner. I told them all about my new grandson.”

“Did you do any swinging?”

“Are you okay if the answer is ‘Yes’?”

“Of course. I thought we’d already decided to explore swinging with people we know. How are we going to decide whether to continue or not unless we get more info?”

She gave me a sly smile. “Are you sure you want to hear the details?”

“Go for it. I’ll stop you if it gets too graphic!” I laughed.

“Okay. I was more relaxed this time. Like last weekend, Nancy and I went girl-on-girl. That in and of itself was truly amazing. Mark went down on me and I gave him a blowjob. It was a lovely experience; I’d enjoy partying with them again. How was your weekend with Roger and Lisa? Did you try any swinging?”

“Are you sure you want to hear the details?” I asked.

“Just don’t get too graphic!” she laughed.

“Okay. It was a new experience for me. Lisa asked if I knew anything about swinging. I told her that you and I had discussed the subject, but I’d never participated. She came right out and asked if I wanted to swing with them. I said I was intrigued. To start, she asked if, as Dawn, I’d like to do girl-on-girl. I went down on her, orally satisfying one of the most beautiful women Dan had ever known. That was incredible. Then, she gave me a blowjob and a cum kiss.”

She grinned. “That stuff’s addictive!”

“Yeah, well. About that.” I returned her grin. “Lisa said that Dawn was too beautiful and should know how to give a blowjob.”

“I seem to remember telling you that, too!”

“So, you did, and you couldn’t both be wrong. So... I gave Roger a blowjob, and swallowed his cum, just like you said I would. I changed into my red baby doll, and Roger had me sit on his lap. He began to caress my boobs, and I kissed him with everything I had. Something I’d never done before. He asked if I’d like to be introduced to sex as a woman. I said yes. He fucked me.”

“I’m a fucking prophet,” she announced with great satisfaction. “What did you think?”

“After the initial penetration, I enjoyed it. And we had a repeat Saturday night, too.” I spread my hands, trying to describe my crazy experience.

“I felt as if I had fallen into the abyss. As events unfolded, I was euphoric. Over the weekend, my emotions ranged from total acceptance to questioning who the hell I’d become. I never believed I was bisexual. My whole life turned upside down. I worry how this will affect your perception of me. How will this change our relationship?”

“Oh, Sweetie! You don’t think less of me because I enjoy sex with both women and men, do you?”

“Of course not!”

She chuckled. “Guys always think girl-on-girl sex is hot. Anyway, I like swinging— and swinging both ways. Sounds like you do, too. We aren’t kids anymore. Let’s enjoy it — and each other. We can have an open relationship. You have sex with whoever you want, and so will I. No limits. No judgment. Okay?”

“That sounds . . . fantastic.”

“Sexellent?”

I giggled. “Yeah. That, too. I want to make sure our relationship stays solid.”

She nodded emphatically. “This is new to both of us. We can take things as they come. If we aren’t comfortable, we don’t have to continue. Most importantly, I want you and I to be happy together. You already mean too much to me for anything else to get in the way.”

“Deal!” I felt relieved and reassured, so I took one more plunge. “While we’re on the subject. . . Lisa invited me, and you, to return for one of their swinging parties. Nancy, Mark, Wanda, and Laura are also expected to be there. What do you think?”

“Oh, yeah!” She jumped into my lap and smothered me with kisses.

“I want to make sure you and I have a solid relationship. If anything upsets that, then we need to reevaluate what we’re doing.”

“I think we are singing from the same songbook!” She kissed me again.

After sunset and the Martinis, we went inside.

"There isn't much to do around here. It’s a twenty-minute drive to town, with only a few nice restaurants and bars. Decent shopping is an hour's drive."

"Guess we’ll just have to entertain ourselves. I had to get up early this morning, so I vote we go to bed and enjoy each other."

"I think that’s a wonderful plan."

We went into the bedroom, undressed, put on nighties, removed our makeup, and went to bed.

Diana hugged me. "I’m so thrilled that you’re here. I’ve missed you."

"I’ve missed you as well. I’m thrilled that you want me to be with you. Would you like me to pleasure you again?"

"My body can only take so much. Just hold me."

Chapter Three: Saturday
Saturday, September 25, 2004

Part 1: Morning - Lease Review

I woke up Saturday morning and hugged Diana. "I’m so lucky to be here with you."

She hugged me tightly. "Thank you for being here. You make me feel wonderful."

I slipped her panties off and proceeded to bring her to multiple orgasms. When she was satiated, she rolled on her side and pulled me into a powerful hug.

I held her until she relaxed. I got up, showered, shaved, and put on panties and a bra. Diana showered while I applied my makeup. Then, my wig, stud earrings, and an empire waist gray mock cummerbund flared A-line short-sleeve dress with white sandals. Diana wore white walking shorts, a sleeveless blue knit sweater, and sandals.

"That sweater certainly exhibits your curves. You look fabulous."

"Thanks. I like your dress as well. You’re such a cutie. Just a minute. You need a necklace with that dress." She looked in her jewelry box and came back with a multi-colored necklace. I sat at the dressing table as she fastened the necklace. “There. That looks much better.” She exclaimed.

“Wow. I never thought a necklace could make a dress look better.”

We made some coffee and fixed breakfast. After we ate and cleaned the kitchen, I went into the office and checked my email.

Diana came and showed me all the documents she had on the property. This was a stack of paper at least eight inches thick. Her parents had owned the land since the end of World War II. Her Dad had returned from serving with the Marine Corps in the Pacific Theatre and married her mom. As all the land was now leased to neighbors, lease documents had to be reviewed. I poured through this paperwork for several hours until Diana interrupted me for lunch.

She had prepared tuna sandwiches, French fries, and tea.
"This is a great job. I get to have sex with the hostess, and she feeds me to boot!"

"Well, you’ve certainly earned your meals so far!" she laughed.

Part 2: Afternoon - Property Inspection

After lunch, I changed into a golf shirt, shorts, and hiking shoes to begin a tour of the immediate buildings. This tour took over four hours. When we returned, I decided we’d done enough work for the day. I changed back into my dress and sandals and made a shaker of Martinis. We sat on the veranda to enjoy the remaining afternoon.

Part 3: Saturday Evening - An Invitation and Dinner

A car turned onto the driveway and pulled up in front of the house. A very pretty lady with a full head of flaming red hair, wearing a form-fitting, multicolored sleeveless top and a tight white skirt, came up to the veranda.

"Hey Brenda, what brings you here?" asked Diana. "Come have a Martini with us. This is Dawn. I told you about her. Dawn, Brenda is a neighbor a couple of miles away."

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dawn. Diana told me she used to work with you and that you were coming. I came to invite you both to a pool party tomorrow."

"A pool party would be wonderful. Just a minute, let me get you a Martini." Diana rushed into the house.

"Thank you. It’s very nice to meet you. I wasn't expecting a pool party. I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"Oh, not to worry. I had three daughters, and they left a large selection of suits. You can borrow one of those. You’re about the same size as my oldest daughter, Shannon. She was back home, living with me after my husband Matt passed away when she died in a car wreck about five years ago. I still have all her clothes in bins in the guest bedroom closet. I’m sure we can find something that will fit."

Diana returned with a Martini for Brenda. "What time should we arrive? Can I bring anything? Who else will be there?"

"Come over any time after lunch. No need to bring anything. Just the three of us."

"Okay. That sounds like fun. We’ll be there around two," responded Diana. "We were getting ready to have salad and lasagna. It’s leftovers from yesterday. Would you care to join us?"

"That sounds wonderful. Thank you."

Brenda sat, and we enjoyed the sunset and our Martinis.

We went inside, and Diana started warming the lasagna and fixed a salad. I opened a bottle of Chianti and set three glasses on the table. Brenda helped Diana set the table and serve the salad while the lasagna was warming.

"This is very nice, Diana. I just finished playing golf and was going home to leftovers."

"How’d you play? Did you take all the money from the girls?" Diana asked.

"I played pretty well, two birdies, but didn't win all the money," she answered. "Oh, Diana, I’ll be so sad to see you go, but I certainly understand."

We ate dinner with Brenda and Diana chatting about her new grandson and where Diana would be moving. After we finished eating and cleaning up the kitchen, we retired to the veranda with glasses of wine to enjoy the sunset.

During the conversation, Brenda discussed her work as a clinical psychologist. She had a professional interest in the subject of cross-dressing— it’s something that’s not well-tolerated in rural Kansas — and she was interested in my experience. "Dawn, I worked as a clinical psychologist for over thirty years. Diana told me that you are a cross-dresser. If you don’t mind, would you please give me some background about how and when you started?" Brenda asked.

“I didn’t know my cross-dressing was to be common knowledge.”

Diana came to me. "Sweetie, I was certain Brenda would be understanding and accepting." She hugged and kissed me.

“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 when my brother and I were born, Mother had a miscarriage. She was convinced that this would have been the daughter she always wanted. Yes, it screwed with my psyche, though I know in my heart Mother didn’t do this intentionally. I’ll admit that I’m a confused and conflicted person.”

Brenda and Diana were listening closely, occasionally sipping their wine. I paused a moment and took a sip as well.

“I’ve tried to suppress my desires, but you can see how well that worked! I’ve tried counseling. Similar results. This was a serious contributing factor to my divorce. There’ve been some women I dated who allowed me to wear a nightie to bed, but that’s been the limit. Diana has asked that I dress as Dawn on this trip.”

"Dawn, I thank you for being so forthcoming with your story. I know it’s difficult for you to tell this to a stranger. Thank you for trusting me. I want you to know that I view you as an incredibly beautiful woman."

She gave me a big hug and a soft kiss on my lips. I returned her hug and kiss.

Brenda stood up. "I think a refill of our drinks is in order."

She refilled our wine glasses, and we toasted. "Dawn, thank you for coming out to me. I’m honored to meet you."

We clinked our glasses and sipped wine.

"Diana, why do you encourage Dan to dress as Dawn?"

"Dawn is so happy and at peace. I met her first and liked who I met. She’s amazingly comfortable to be with. Dan’s a genuinely nice man, but Dawn’s a sweetie. When we met at the party, I discovered that Dawn had been Dan. I remembered Dan from work and liked him then. I decided to reconnect and learn more about Dawn, so I went to Steamboat and spent two days getting reacquainted."

“To me, it's so obvious that Dan prefers to be Dawn. She loves wearing dresses and pretty lingerie. You can see how much she enjoys being dressed. She’s much more content. I can see how happy it makes her, how much more relaxed she is. There’s a sparkle in her eyes, and she laughs more easily. She’s a joy to behold.”

“She likes being Dawn. She’d rather be on the sofa wearing a dress and drinking wine than wearing shorts and a golf shirt out with the boys drinking a beer.”

“I can see what you mean. You two make a very beautiful couple.”

"How long have you lived here, Brenda?" I asked.

"Oh, heavens. Forty years. Met my husband in college. His parents owned the farm, and shortly after we married, they died in a car accident. We came here, and Matt took over the farm, and we stayed, raising three daughters. Matt passed from cancer six years ago. The oldest, Shannon, also died in a car accident about five years ago. Cynthia and Beverly live in Wichita, both are married, and have no children, but are close enough to visit. I worked as a clinical psychologist at the McPherson Center for Health, retiring at the end of June."

“Sounds like a lot of deadly car accidents around here. Your in-laws and daughter. Diana’s parents.” I commented.

“Yes. When the winter sleet storms hit, it makes driving a challenge.”

"I’d better get going. Thank you so much for dinner; it was wonderful. Very nice to meet you, Dawn. Look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"Nice to meet you as well, Brenda. See you tomorrow." I answered.

Brenda left. Once she was in her car, Diana laughed. "I can't wait to see you in a swimsuit. I hope it’s a skimpy bikini!"

We finished our wine, retired to the bedroom, undressed, removed makeup, and put on nighties. Cuddling in bed, we drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Four: Sunday
Sunday, September 26, 2004

Part 1: Pool Party

Sunday morning was a repeat of Saturday: shower, makeup, dress, breakfast.
My dress for the day was a floral V-neck with white sandals. We walked to the end of the driveway and retrieved the Sunday paper, returned to the house, read the paper, and worked the crossword and Sudoku puzzles together.

We had more salad and leftover lasagna for lunch.

Diana changed into her swimsuit and a cover-up. She packed a pool bag with a skirt, blouse, bra, and panties. I didn’t have a swimsuit. Diana drove us to Brenda's home. Upon arrival, she rang the doorbell and barged through the front door like she owned the place, calling out and announcing that we’d arrived.

Brenda greeted us. "Thank you for coming. I’ll have drinks out by the pool. Dawn, you look cute. I pulled out a selection of swimsuits in the guest bedroom. Find one that you like. Don't worry about a perfect fit; it’s just the three of us, and I’m certainly not going to be judgmental!"

"I’ll help Dawn find that perfect suit. We’ll be out in a few minutes," said Diana.

Brenda went out to the pool. Diana and I went into the bedroom.

"Get undressed. Let me look through these suits to find one for you!" she laughed.

I stepped out of my sandals, pulled off my dress, removed my panties, and unfastened my bra, which allowed my breasts to sway naturally. For no reason, this caused me to become aroused, and my penis began to rise.

"That’ll make it harder to find a bikini bottom!" Diana chuckled.

She handed me a very skimpy bikini bottom to try. It was way too small. Next was an underwire halter top with a side-tie bikini in purple and black. This one fit but would require that I tuck my penis between my legs, which would be uncomfortable.

After about four attempts, she found one that would work, a two-piece swim dress that would also conceal my breast forms. I was nervous, but we went to the pool anyway.

"Oh, Dawn! That suit looks wonderful on you. I’m glad you were able to find one to fit."

"Thanks, Brenda. Glad you had a selection. It took a few tries to find the right size."

"What would you like to drink? We have wine, liquor, or beer. Name your poison."

"I’ll opt for white wine if you have any open," I answered.

"White for me as well." Added Diana.

As we were on a concrete poolside, Brenda produced two plastic wine glasses and filled them with Chardonnay.

We toasted. "Here's to new friends."

We sat on recliners and sipped our wine. Diana and Brenda chatted, discussing her desire to liquidate the family estate and my involvement. After a while, I excused myself, went into the house, used the bathroom, and returned to the pool.

"Dawn, Brenda has invited us to a charity wine tasting at McPherson Center for Health, where she retired. It’ll be on Wednesday evening. I’d love to go. There’ll be several of my high school classmates I haven't seen in quite some time."

"That sounds wonderful. I didn’t bring anything to wear that would be appropriate. You can certainly go without me."

"Dawn, in those same bins where you found a swimsuit, are all of my daughter’s clothes. As I said, you’re about the same size she was, so I think you’ll be able to find something that could work. Why don't you join me for dinner, salad, and leftover meatloaf? Then a fashion show with you trying on some outfits?"

"That sounds like a wonderful plan. We were going to have leftover lasagna for the third day. Meatloaf would be a welcome change!" answered Diana.

Diana and I went back to the bedroom and changed. She put both our swimsuits into the swim bag. I put on my bra, panties, dress, and sandals. Diana put on a bra, panties, a button-front blouse, mid-thigh walking shorts, and sandals.

Part 2: Dinner And a Fashion Show!

Back in the kitchen, Brenda was making a salad and warming meatloaf. I found a bottle of Shiraz, a foil cutter, and a corkscrew and opened the wine. Took three glasses from the rack to the dining room table.

Brenda told us to sit, and she served dinner. We clinked glasses and sipped our wine.
After dinner, Diana and I helped Brenda clean up the kitchen.

"Thank you for joining me for dinner. It would’ve been another lonely evening without your company. Dawn, please come back and visit some more. I can see why Diana enjoys your company."

"Thank you, Brenda. Dinner was wonderful. I hope we visit more while I’m here."

"Okay, now for the fashion show! Dawn, please go find something to wear to the wine tasting, and any others you would like to take."

"I’m sorry for your loss. I don't know if I can take her clothes."

"Don't think about where these clothes came from. Please, try on some outfits and give us a show. Find something to wear to the wine tasting Wednesday night."

Diana and I went to the bedroom and began unloading the first tub. This one contained several blouses, skirts, and shorts. A second tub contained some simple dresses. A couple caught my eye. The third tub was a treasure trove with several inspiring outfits. In the fourth tub, I discovered, among other things, thigh-high black stockings and several pairs of size 9 1/2 heels. I pulled out a pair of black patent leather 4" open-toe pumps.

Diana held a dove grey rib-knit bodycon sweater dress: "I think this would look fabulous. Please try it on."

I undressed, then pulled the dress over my head and smoothed it over my bosom. It fit like a glove in all the right places and one that wasn’t quite right - a bulge at my crotch.

Diana gasped. "That dress is fabulous. Okay. Adjust yourself so there’s no bulge, then show Brenda."

I pulled up the hem, reached into my panties and tucked my penis between my legs, then smoothed the dress again. The bulge was gone.

"May as well use the black stockings and pumps," I said. I rolled a stocking up each leg and stepped into the pumps.

“Can you walk in those pumps? Stroll around the room.”

I walked back and forth across the bedroom, displaying my ability to walk in pumps.

“You’ve worn pumps before! You do know those are CFMs?”

“No. What are CFMs?”

“CFM means Come Fuck Me. Shoes that advertise a girl who thinks she’s hot and looking for a fuck-buddy.”

“No. I never heard the term before.”

Diana and I went to the family room. Brenda was sipping a glass of wine.

I paraded for Brenda to admire the dress and heels.

Brenda gushed. "That dress is YOU! Put that in the "Yes" pile. Those pumps are killer. You’ll attract every guy in the bar when you wear those! Try on some more dresses."

Diana joined Brenda at a high-top table in the bar area and sipped her wine.

I removed the grey bodycon and put on a burgundy boat-neck belted dress with Bishop sleeves. I retained the stockings but swapped the pumps for 2" strappy sandals.

Diana and Brenda were both enthusiastic with their approval. This one made the "Yes" pile as well.

I changed into a brown floral print fit and flare with a belted waistline, returned to the bar, and pirouetted to show off. Brenda and Diana both gushed their approval.

"Dawn, you look fantastic! That’s a beautiful dress!" exclaimed Brenda.

"Thank you, Brenda. Wait a minute, I found two more that look even better."

"That’ll take something very special!" responded Diana.

I returned to the bedroom and changed into a tan and black chiffon dress. Back at the bar, Diana and Brenda were in total shock.

"You look fabulous. That dress is outstanding!" raved Diana.

"Fabulous is an understatement. I can’t begin to describe how stunning you look!"
Brenda gave me a tender kiss: "That’s a beautiful dress. It looks very sexy on you."

"Wait. There’s one more I think is the best!" I exclaimed.

For the finale, I removed my bra and changed into a khaki sleeveless front knot dress with an empire waist and V-neck. With the 4" pumps and black thigh-high stockings, this is an erotic outfit. I did another pirouette to show them the entire dress.

Brenda was beyond herself. "That dress is outstanding. You look stunning."

"You’re gorgeous!" Diana came and gave me a big hug. "And braless, too! How sexy.”

Diana returned to the bedroom with me. I removed the dress, heels, and stockings and put on my bra. While repacking the bins, she handed me a pair of white walking shorts and a powder blue sleeveless knit top.

"Here. Please try these on."

"I’ll have the same problem with the shorts as the knit dress."

"You’re already tucked. Please try on the shorts."

I put on the shorts and zipped them, then pulled on the knit top. Both fit like a glove.
I stepped into my white sandals, and we went out to show Brenda.

"Wow! You certainly know how to wear sexy outfits. That top will draw the attention of everyone in the room. Those shorts are marvelous."

"Thank you, Brenda. This outfit does make me feel sexy."

"You look unbelievably cute in those shorts and that top. I hope there’s an occasion where you can wear them," added Diana.

We all agreed on five dresses, pumps, sandals, and stockings. I stayed in the shorts and knit top and packed my floral V-neck dress with the other dresses. We repacked all the bins and went back to the living room. Brenda poured another glass of wine.

I went over and hugged and kissed Brenda. "It’s certainly been a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for dinner, all the clothes and, most importantly, your company. I look forward to seeing you Wednesday evening."

She returned the hug and kiss. "You looked fabulous in those outfits. I can't wait to see which one you wear to the wine tasting."

Diana and Brenda hugged and kissed. We left and returned home. We carried my new clothes to the bedroom and hung them in the closet.

"Which dress do you think would be appropriate for Wednesday evening?" I asked.

"That’s going to be a tough decision. The last one might be a little over the top for the event, though it looks stunning. The chiffon is beautiful but also a little beyond McPherson. That leaves the dove grey bodycon, the brown floral, or the burgundy dress. I love how the sweater dress looks on you, but it might be uncomfortable for you to be tucked for a long evening."

"Yes, and if there was an accident and I became untucked, it’d be embarrassing!"

"True! That’d be a problem. I think the choice is between the burgundy and the brown floral. With either, you won’t have to be tucked all night, and both are beautiful dresses. It’s a hard decision between those two. What do you think?"

"Thank you. I agree with your opinion. I don’t want to stand out and draw attention to myself; being a wallflower would be fine. We’ve narrowed it down to two dresses. Let’s give it some thought before we decide. Based on your description of the 4” pumps, I think the 2” sandals would be a better option."

“Until you’ve worn pumps for quite a while, you’ll find the sandals much more comfortable. The calves of your legs need to adjust to pumps.”

“You referred to them as CFMs. Why would a mid-fifties cross-dresser want CFMs?”

“As I told you in Steamboat, you’re a beautiful woman. I also said I wouldn’t be surprised for you to find yourself pleasuring a man. When you wear that khaki dress and pumps, you exude sexuality. Men see that as a signal that you want to get fucked.”

“Wow. I’m not sure I can absorb all this right now. Let’s discuss this later.”

We went to the bedroom, undressed, removed makeup, put on nighties, and went to bed. I asked if she wanted to play a bit. Diana removed her panties, climbed up, and sat on my face. I brought her to multiple orgasms until she rolled off and collapsed.

"You have the most wonderful tongue I’ve ever enjoyed. What a special talent. You satisfy me every time."

"I’m thrilled that you enjoy my talents. It’s a special time for me as well."

She pulled my panties off and mounted me, riding until I came.

“How was that? Miss Dawn!”

“You’re fantastic. I’m so happy to be with you.”

We kissed lovingly, cuddled, and went to sleep.

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