Dawn and Diana – Our New Life – Part 1

By Kathi Jo Daniels

The Saga Continues
This is the fourth episode of the saga that began with Dan Becomes Dawn. Dawn Visits Kansas soon followed, with the third segment being Dawn and Diana Move to Denver.

Chapter One: Developing A Normal Life
Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Waking after sunrise, I slipped out of bed, went to the bath, and returned. Caressing Diana woke her, and she also went to the bath and returned, without her panties. She lay back and allowed me to nuzzle her to a full-body orgasm. She pulled me up into a powerful hug as she recovered. Once her body had calmed, she mounted and rode me until I climaxed.

“Good morning, Sweetie. What a wonderful way to start the day!”

“I thought we’d decided on this last night!” I laughed.

“Yes. And I hope we start the day like this many more times.”

We hugged and kissed, got out of bed, and showered together. You know, we were trying to save water! I planned to run some errands today, so Dan got dressed in a golf shirt, shorts, and dock shoes.

I went to the kitchen, started a pot of coffee, and headed outside for the paper. It snowed last night! Not a big surprise since it’s October in Denver. I returned to the bedroom, told Diana about the weather, and changed into jeans and hiking boots. When Diana finished dressing, we fixed breakfast, ate, and cleaned the kitchen.

I took my laptop to the office and began some mundane tasks related to moving. I logged onto my credit card issuer's website and changed the billing address. I called my automotive insurance agent with the new address. She provided me with contact information for a local agent. I logged onto the U.S. Postal Service website and submitted an address change notification. I sent a note to my mail delivery agent in Florida with my new address to forward my mail. I logged onto several websites where I shopped to update my billing and delivery address.
The lease on my Ford Edge was nearly complete, so I called Larry Miller Ford in Lakewood and made an appointment to pay off the lease. They asked if I could come in at 1 PM. I went to the garage and removed all my personal belongings from the Edge. I decided to look for a new vehicle. Logging onto their website, I was able to view their inventory. I searched for a new 4-wheel drive vehicle, either an Expedition or an F-150 with the King Ranch trim.

“I’m going to pay off my Edge and probably shop for a new vehicle. Do you want to come with me?”

“What model will you be shopping for? What color?”

“Looking for an Expedition or an F-150. King Ranch trim. Not white or black. Probably a blue or grey.”

“Oh. That sounds expensive. Maybe I should go to make sure you don’t go overboard!”

I knew I shouldn’t have invited Diana to go with me!

After completing the paperwork to close out the lease on my Edge, we walked around the lot looking at new vehicles. Diana asked how I could justify an Expedition, over $75,000, or an F-150, over $70,000.

Her reasoning was: “It’s not like you’re taking kids to a soccer game or hauling landscape materials. What use will you get from such a large, expensive vehicle?”

We drove home in a Ford Escape Platinum, carbonized gray, for $36,000. I got to program the universal garage door opener for all three garage doors.

Later in the afternoon, Roger Porter called. “Good afternoon, Roger. What’s new and exciting in your life?”

“We’re doing fine. Want to invite you and Diana to join us for dinner to celebrate Lisa’s birthday. The party will be on Saturday at 5 PM. She has chosen Venice Ristorante & Wine Bar in the Tech Center.”

“We wouldn’t miss that for anything! Of course, we’ll be there. Who else is coming?”

“The standard crew. Mark, Nancy, Wanda, and Laura.”

“Is Lisa nearby? I’ve got a question for her.”

“Certainly. Just a minute.” Roger put his phone on speaker and called Lisa.

I put my phone on speaker as well and called Diana. “Roger called to invite us to Lisa’s birthday party on Saturday evening. I want to ask Lisa if she would object to my wearing my burgundy cocktail dress. She’s already seen it twice.”

“Oh, Dawn. Of course not. That’s a beautiful dress, and you should wear it. I know what dresses like that cost, and you need to get your money’s worth! How are you and Diana doing?” Asked Lisa.

“Hi, Lisa. We’re doing well. Dan got a new Ford Escape today. I wouldn’t let him get an Expedition or F-150. What’s happening with you two?” Answered Diana.

“Thank you, Lisa. We look forward to seeing you on Saturday,” I interjected.

“We’re thrilled you’ll be joining us. Hugs and kisses. See you Saturday.”

“Wait! I want to hear more about your new vehicle. Why did Diana nix the Expedition and F-150?” Asked Roger.

“I’ll give you the details on Saturday. You’ll need a drink when you hear the story.”

“Okay. Now I’m intrigued. See you Saturday,” Roger laughed.

We hung up. “The party will be at Venice Ristorante & Wine Bar at 5 PM,” I told Diana.

“Wonderful. And you’ll be wearing a cocktail dress?”

“Yes. The dress I wore when I introduced Dawn to Roger and Lisa. Hard to believe it has only been a month and a half since then! The next day, you and I reconnected.”

“What a wonderful time it’s been.” We hugged and kissed.

“I’ll wear the floral midi I wore Saturday night at the country club.”

“That dress is elegant! Of course, you could wear feed sacks and look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sweetie.” She gave me a big hug and kiss.

“I need to go shopping. The only heels I have are open-toe. Not appropriate in this weather.”

“Go dress as Dawn, but put on jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and sneakers. There are several shoe stores in the mall. Besides heels, you need some casual shoes as well. We need to pick up a card and a gift for Lisa.”

I changed as suggested and drove my new Escape to the Colorado Mills Mall.

We found several pairs of shoes, including pumps, flats, loafers, and casual styles. I bought four pairs: one pair of pumps, two pairs of loafers, and one pair of canvas casuals.

Diana took the lead, and we found a flower vase and a birthday card for Lisa.

Returning home, we fixed martinis, enjoyed happy hour, and cooked dinner. After we finished, Diana found a movie to watch until bedtime.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

We slept until after sunrise. I began cuddling Diana. She removed her panties, and I did my best to bring her to wave after wave of orgasms. Once recovered, she mounted and rode me until I climaxed.

“I enjoy starting the day like this, Sweetie.”

“I want to ensure you want to keep me around,” I laughed.

“Oh. You’re a keeper!”

We hugged and kissed, got out of bed, showered, and dressed. No plans for today, so Dawn put on a simple button-front, long-sleeve dress with a pair of my new loafers.

I went to the kitchen, started a pot of coffee, and brought in the newspaper. The snow from yesterday had melted. Diana came out of the bedroom, and we prepared breakfast, ate, and cleaned the kitchen.

I spent more time online making sure I had changed my billing address everywhere it was needed.

“I like your new Escape. Maybe I should trade my old Mazda sedan for a new Escape. Would you like to go with me to the Ford dealer?”

“Of course. I’ll ensure you don’t go overboard and buy something you don’t need.” I laughed.

We cleaned Diana’s car, a seven-year-old Mazda, and returned to Larry Miller Ford in Lakewood. I felt comfortable dressed as Dawn during the shopping and purchasing process. It was gratifying that no one even gave me a second look. I stayed off to the side as Diana completed all the paperwork. We drove home in her new $37,000 Ford Escape Platinum in vapor blue. They gave her a $12,000 trade-in, so she only paid $25,000. I programmed the universal garage door opener for her.

The next few days helped us adjust to our new routines together. We woke up each morning and enjoyed being together. Breakfast, lunch, cocktails, dinner, and a movie before bed. The day of Lisa’s party arrived before we knew it.

Chapter Two: Lisa’s Birthday Party
Saturday, October 30, 2004

After our morning ritual, we showered, dressed, fixed breakfast, read the paper, and lounged. I looked up the address for Venice Ristorante & Wine Bar, 5946 S Holly St, in Greenwood Village, and mapped the route and drive time.

Depending on traffic, it should take about 25 minutes. We began getting ready at 3:00. We showered, I shaved, and we applied makeup.

I put on black lace panties, rolled on black stockings, and zipped on my Basque, attaching the stockings to the garters. Stepped into my cocktail dress, zipped the back, put on my wig and large hoop earrings, and new pumps.

Diana put on a black bra and panties, stepped into her dress, zipped the back, and put on black pumps. We left at 4 PM. I drove my new Escape, stopping at King Soopers, and found flowers for Lisa’s vase. Kristi was working, so we checked out with her.

“Oh, my goodness, what beautiful dresses! Dawn, you’re pure class. Diana, you’re GORGEOUS! You must be going to a party. It’s great to see you both.”

“Thank you, Kristi. Yes, a birthday party for a friend. Always a delight to see you as well. No swinging tonight.” Diana answered.
We completed our checkout. Kristi came out of her station and gave us hugs.
We met the dinner party attendees in the bar.

Nancy greeted us first. “Dawn, you look beautiful. That’s such a classy dress. And Diana, you’re truly elegant. That dress is stunning,” she said, hugging and kissing us.

Wanda, Laura, and Mark greeted us with hugs and kisses as we made our way to the bar. Roger and Lisa were seated and turned to greet us with compliments and kisses. I ordered martinis for Diana and me. “Cheers! Happy Birthday to Lisa. Thanks for inviting us to this celebration.” We all clinked glasses and sipped.

The hostess came and told us our table was ready. Everyone settled their bar bill before being seated in a private room for dinner. Birthday cards and gifts were collected at one end of the table.

“Good evening, everyone. My name is Holly, and I’ll be taking care of you. Have any of you dined with us before? I see we have birthday cards and gifts. Whose birthday are we celebrating?”

“It’s Lisa’s birthday celebration, and we’ve been here many times. This is our favorite Italian restaurant in the area,” explained Roger.

“Happy Birthday, Lisa. Thank you for choosing to celebrate with us. I see you all have Martinis. Do you want anything more to drink?”

I reviewed the wine list. “Does anyone want Chianti Classico Castellare Castellina?” I asked.

“We’ll take a bottle,” added Mark.

“Better go with four,” responded Laura.

“Four bottles of Chianti Classico Castellare Castellina. I’ll give you time to review the menu while I get your wine.”

We reviewed the menu. I decided on Lasagna Bolognese. Italian-style lasagna baked in the oven with Bolognese and bechamel–parmesan sauce. Diana selected Petto di Pollo al Marsala, chicken breast with champignon, Portobello, and porcini mushrooms; finished with a marsala sauce. Served over baby vegetables.

Holly returned with four bottles of Chianti and eight glasses. After she opened and poured, we all toasted Lisa. Holly then asked for our dinner orders.

While waiting for our food, Roger asked, “Okay, Dawn. Explain what happened with your vehicle shopping and why Diana wouldn’t let you buy an Expedition or F-150?”

“My first mistake was inviting Diana to go with me to close out the lease and turn in my Edge. I had been researching an Expedition or F-150, with a King Ranch trim, and had my heart set on one of those. Diana decided she needed to go with me. It went downhill from there.” I laughed.

“She asked why I wanted an Expedition, at over $75,000, or an F-150, at over $70,000. Why did I need such an expensive vehicle? Why did I need such a large vehicle? We came home with a Ford Escape.”

There were laughs around the table.

“To add insult to injury, the next day, Diana decided to trade her old car in for a new Escape. Mine is carbonized gray; hers is vapor blue.”

More laughs. “Way to go, Diana!”

Holly and a helper came and began serving dinner. We chatted and drank while eating. Holly returned and announced that Lisa would be getting a free dessert of her choice. Lisa chose the Souffle al Cioccolato. A chocolate Souffle cake served with crème angleise on the side. She described it to oohs and aahs around the table.

Diana asked for Tiramisu. Espresso-soaked ladyfingers layered with mascarpone cream and chocolate chips. I splurged on Profiteroles al Cioccolato Scuro. Profiterole pastry puffs filled with Chantilly cream and covered with dark chocolate mousse, over a crème cherry. Lisa opened the cards, passing them around the table after reading. Most were light-hearted, and a couple were sweet and sentimental.

When dessert was finished, we paid our bills, hugged and kissed, and returned home. It wasn’t even eight o’clock. Diana and I undressed, put on nighties, removed makeup, poured a nightcap, and snuggled together on the sofa and watched a movie. We knew we had no other plans for the weekend. We could just enjoy time together.

Sunday, October 31, 2004
Our mornings have become routine. Not boring by any means. We satisfy each other sexually, sometimes showering together to save water. Most days, I dress as Dawn. We fix breakfast, read the paper, and work the crossword and Sudoku puzzles together. Like an old married couple.

Monday, November 1, 2004
We were doing nothing when Wanda called Diana mid-afternoon to invite us for a late afternoon session playing Samba. The game is an extension of Canasta, which Diana and I had played as kids. We had nothing on our calendar. Wanda gave us her address as 5284 Taft Court in Arvada. She told us to come as soon as we wanted. Laura would be joining as the fourth. I Googled the address and calculated the drive time – less than 15 minutes. I told Wanda we’d be there shortly.

Diana decided she needed to drive her new Ford Escape. Wanda’s house is spectacular! 5 bedrooms, 4 baths, over 4,000 square feet, on a quarter-acre.

“Thank you for coming.” Wanda greeted us with hugs and kisses and invited us down to the basement. “What would you like to drink?”

“Mid-afternoon, I should stick with white wine,” I answered.
“White wine for me as well,” added Diana.

“Great to see you again.” Laura met us in the basement with hugs and kisses. “Do you know how to play Samba? It’s not difficult, just an extension of Canasta.”

“I played Canasta as a teenager, but it has been a few years,” answered Diana.

“I’ve played Samba and Super-Samba, but it’s been a few months,” I responded.

There was a game table with a six-deck shoe of cards. Snacks were on adjoining tables. We spent three hours playing cards. During play, Diana asked Wanda about her past.

“I married right out of high school. A ‘starter marriage’. It didn’t last very long. Thankfully, no kids. He tried to make me feel inferior. After the divorce, I went to college and got a degree in Business Management.”

“While going to college, I began working in real estate and developed a relationship with another agent. We married. This property was a foreclosure, and we picked it up for a song. He died in an auto accident less than two years later. The insurance settlement gave me enough money to buy the brokerage. Laura and I had been working together for several years. She decided to become a partner in the brokerage, and here we are!”

“On a new subject, would you be interested in a wine-tasting dinner? Asked Laura. “I don’t have all the details worked out yet. Just wanted to know if you’d be interested.”

“Yes. That sounds like a wonderful idea. Maybe rotate between houses? Maybe once a month or once a quarter?” Dawn answered.

“Great. We can discuss this later to work out the details,” replied Laura.

When the game was completed, we prepared to leave. “Thank you for inviting us. This was a very enjoyable evening. We would love to get together again.” Diana suggested.

“Thank you for coming. Yes. We should do this again soon,” replied Wanda.

Hugs and kisses, around, and we returned home.

Our evening became routine: undress, put on nighties, and remove makeup. Cuddle on the sofa to watch a movie, and then to bed.

Our morning and evening routines became normal. What a boring couple we have become!

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