Okay, so he didn't have to get me drunk.
Here I was sprawled on top of a mink coat naked on top of his classic Rolls Royce that he only drove on special occasions. I was holding Pandora, the cat, next to my chest to hide the lack of breasts.
My package, lets just say it was hidden underneath and on top of the mink. No one could tell I wasn't really a woman.
"We're almost done," said Robert, a professional photographer friend of Frank's.
"So where will this one hang, Frank?" Robert asked.
"I was thinking maybe the den Bob," he said with a chuckle.
"Don't let him kid you Robert, this one's going in the 'man room', right next to your other fine work," I protested.
His other work, I forgot to mention? Frank and his Great Dane Caesar sitting side by side on a couch, dressed in matching tuxedos. Marie was lying, pretending to be sleeping in an exact cat-pose on the floor as Pandora, naked and wearing the exact same collar as Pandora with a bell on it.
It was Frank's favorite portrait.
Frank tossed me a bath robe when the photo shoot was done.
I picked up Pandora and held her close.
"One of these days, she won't be the only pussy I'll have," I whispered to Frank, kissing him on the lips before heading into the house.
Frank said a few words to Robert before following me inside.
I opened the refrigerator and bent over to grab Frank a beer and me a wine cooler and felt a cold dog's nose on my bare ass.
"Dammit, Caeser, I swear you think you have the run of the house," I said as I handed Frank his beer.
"You've seen the portrait downstairs," Frank said with a laugh. "He does."
"I'm going to grab me a nice hot bath," I told him before heading upstairs to the bathroom in the master bedroom.
"I forgot to tell you that some of the boys are coming over to play cards tonight and maybe a little pool," Frank said. "That's OK isn't it. We'll be downstairs. We shouldn't bother you."
"That's fine" I said, giving him another kiss on the lips before heading up stairs. "So who is coming?"
"Carl, you've met," he said. "Don and Jack from work are also coming."
I have to tell you, I was beginning to enjoy the life I'd only been living there a few days and it was beginning to feel like home.
I was worried at first that perhaps I was intruding on Marie's space. Her clothes, her studio, her house. But Frank set me straight.
"Think of them as your clothes, your studio, your house, your pets, your vehicles," he said. "You are the mistress of the house, Deb."
That was comforting. We did set a few boundaries. There would be no sex until the point, or if, I had sexual reassignment surgery. Touching, cuddling, kissing, snuggling, we would do if we were comfortable to do it.
And as you've found out from the kissing, we were becoming comfortable with it. A lot was running through my head as I soaking, relaxing in the tub.
Where this journey was leading, I didn't quite know.
My deep thoughts were interrupted by a shout from downstairs.
"Deb, can you get us some beers," Frank shouted. "We've just now gotten the game started."
I rolled my eyes. Can't he wait until I get out of the tub?
I crawled out of the tub and dried off. I pulled on a silk robe and headed downstairs.
I grabbed four beers and walked down stairs to the "man room" and handed Frank and his buddies their beer.
Frank slipped his beer under my robe and touched my ass with his to let me know how cold it was. I jumped and nearly slapped him.
"I hate to ask, but can you also bring us some snacks down?" Frank said.
You've got to be kidding, I thought. Here I am dressed in nothing but a robe and he wants me to make them snacks.
I thought I would teach Frank a lesson. I took off my robe once I got to the kitchen, tied my package a special way where it could not be seen from the back and put on an apron. It had pockets up front where it looked like I breasts.
But from the back, I was naked, completely bare assed.
I chopped vegetables and made sandwiches and dip and brought them downstairs.
Frank had an odd look on his face. His buddies smiled and laughed.
"Care to stick around and join us?" Carl said.
"Maybe I should," I said grabbing a pool stick. I bent over to take a shot. "Eight ball in the side pocket."
I sank the shot.
Frank walked up behind behind me.
"OK Deb, I get the message," he whispered. "Will you forgive me?"
"Maybe," I said, cooly.
"You know, I do find you extremely sexy right now," he said just above the whisper.
I whistled on my way back up the stairs. I no longer felt angry. I felt like I stood my ground.
I went to the guest room and grabbed a silk pair of pajamas and headed to the refrigerator to get another wine cooler. Caesar again greeted me and I gave him a snack.
I picked up Pandora and headed to the studio.
Caesar followed.
"Sorry boy, it's girl time," I said, shutting the door, curling up in a chair with Pandora and started reading one of Marie's books.
I was still reading when there came a tap on the door.
It was Frank with a sorrowful look on his face.
"The boys just left," he said. "I'm really sorry about what happened. Seriously, do you forgive me?"
I stood up and embraced him, brushed his hair out of his eyes.
"Well, if you kiss me, I might consider it," I said.
He gave me a passionate one.
"You remember the plastic surgery friend of yours?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"I'd like to call him, and get the ball rolling," I said.
"You mean?" he asked.
"Hormones and implants.." I said.
Before I could finish, he picked me and started carrying me up the stairs.
Before I could ask "Where are we going?," he opened the master bedroom door and set me gently down on the bed, leaned forward, embraced me and planted another kiss on me before letting his hands do roaming down my back, my ass and my legs, causing me to tingle just a bit.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked.
I grabbed him, kissed him and felt his shoulders and pinched his ass.
"What do you think?" I whispered.