George and Martha: 2

 

Martha, aka Marty, and Jessie continue to explore their relationship with reversed gender roles.

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Author's Note: Well my dear readers, we have to come to the end of all of my "already written tales." Will there be more? That all depends on what's left within me and how life treats me. I want to say it's been a pleasure to have posted here at BigCloset TopShelf and a shout out to Sephrena for having posted these tales up for me. When I get a chance, I will certainly post my next works here, so be on the lookout for them! Please, leave me a review if you have enjoyed this story. ~Clara.
 
This version of George and Martha: 2 has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar.~Sephrena.
 
Image Credit: Image created through the use of ai at https://perchance.org/beautiful-people .~Sephrena.

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Chapter 2
 

"Let me help you with all of this," Martha said as Jessie began clearing dishes from the table.

"Don't be silly," he sweetly scolded. "You worked all day. I'll take care of this. You go watch the news. I'll take care of the dishes and join you in a few minutes." He kissed her cheek and took her dish to add to the pile he was already carrying.

Martha picked up her phone, read a few emails and texts, responded to one and then stood and carried the last couple of plates to the sink, where Jessie was running water and pulling yellow-rubber gloves onto his hands.

She put her arms around the little homemaker and gave him a hug from behind and he responded by pressing back into the embrace.

"Are you sure I can't help you with this mess?" Jessie turned his head to respond, but Martha engaged him in a tender kiss before he could.

When the kiss ended, Jessie smiled appreciatively and said, "I'm just going to rinse everything and put it in the dishwasher. I'll join you in ten or fifteen minutes."

They kissed again and Martha maneuvered herself and her little lover so that they were facing each other before the kiss ended. Her hands dropped to his rear end where they lingered. The material in her niece's yoga pants held his round little bottom firmly and she was incredibly turned on by the soft/firm tush.

"Go on, now," Jessie teased, glorying in the attention that Marty gave him. "The faster I get this place spic-and-span, the faster I can come be with you."

One more lingering kiss and a squeeze of his fanny and Martha headed to the great room to watch the evening news and check her emails.

Fifteen minutes later, she returned to the kitchen to see how things were coming, only to find all of the dishes put away, the dishwasher running and Jessie wiping down the marble table-top with a disinfectant wipe.

Martha had given up on cooking a long time ago, relying on dinner out, or take-out for the majority of her meals and egg sandwiches or peanut butter for most of her home eating. Even so, the kitchen always looked just a little disorganized and there was always something in the sink or dish rack. Now, though, nothing was out of place and the counter tops shone from being cleaned.

"Oh, my God!" she muttered with genuine shock, "Jessie... How did you do all of this so quickly?"

When he was young, Jessie's mom, who worked a full day at school before coming home to make dinner, had always enlisted his help preparing and cleaning up after each meal. When she passed away it had become Jessie's chore to cook and clean up every day. When his dad became too sick to do much, the whole house had become Jessie's job.

And he was good at it, too.

The thing was, though, that, although he knew that his dad appreciated all the help, no one had ever been impressed with his work before.

Cooking for Marty just seemed like the right thing to do and picking up after was just part of cooking. Having Marty be so impressed was not only a surprise to Jessie, but it made him feel wonderful to have made her happy. He could not think of anything to say, so he just smiled and shrugged in a shockingly feminine way as he threw the wipe into the waste basket, took off the yellow gloves and hung them from a bar on the inside of the cabinet under the sink. He closed the cabinet doors, turned and leaned against the counter top and said, "Ta da!" awash with pride at Marty's praise.

God, he looked so adorable. He was blushing and beaming simultaneously. Martha rushed to him and, without warning , threw one arm around his back and the other behind his knees and swooped him off his feet and into her arms.

Jessie squealed and giggled an "Oh!" as he threw his arms around Marty's strong shoulders to keep from falling.

"Who do you think you are," Martha teased as she swung him effortlessly in her arms, "coming into my house and making everything so wonderful?" she kissed him and swung him some more. "Huh? Answer me, you beautiful, little thing? Who do you think you are?"

Jessie was breathless with laughter and shock. He'd never been in any situation like this before. He knew, right at that very moment, that he was in love and that he and Marty were meant to be together. He was hers - forever and all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was to make her happy.

She swung him some more and kissed him some more and teased him some more, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Hmm?" More kisses, more laughter and more swinging until they heard someone in the kitchen with them clearing their throat.

"Ah hem," the voice said in a rather cartoonish manner. "Am I interrupting anything?"

When Martha turned them to see who was speaking, they saw Grace in the doorway carrying a couple of plastic shopping bags and smiling at the scene she'd just observed.

Martha and Jessie grinned back at her and Martha, unperturbed by being caught being happy, said, "Not at all! I was just about to take my little sweetie to bed and have my way with him."

Jessie, still cradled in the strong, confident arms of his love, laughed out loud at the outlandish response, "Oh, my God!" He giggled as he buried his embarrassed face in her neck.

"Well, how nice for you, both!" Grace laughed back. "I am sorry I interrupted, but I grabbed those items you texted me about." she held up the plastic shopping bags to show Martha what she had brought.

"Thank you, so much, Gracie! Your timing could not have been any better." Still carrying Jessie as if he were a bride being carried over the threshold, she crossed to her friend and held him in front of Grace. "Place them right here, if you please," she said, using Jessie as a tray.

Grace smiled and put the bags in Jessie's lap.

Jessie continued to laugh uncontrollably in Martha's arms.

Martha leaned forward and kissed Grace's cheek. "Thank you, baby. I'll pay you back in the morning."

"No problem at all, hon. My pleasure."

"Ok, sweetie," Martha said to Jessie, "give your Auntie Gracie a kiss and say good night."

Still bubbling with joy and embarrassment, Jessie pulled his face from Marty's neck and kissed Grace's offered cheek. "Good night, Auntie Grace," he joined in the play.

"Good night," Grace smiled, knowingly, and turned to leave. "I'll see myself out."

"Thanks, babe!" Martha called as she headed to the hallway, "and would you hit the lights and lock the door and set the alarm on your way? I have some important business in another room."

Jessie laughed and laughed and laughed as Grace called back, "You got it, hon. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

The lights went out behind her as Martha called back, "Oh, you're no fun!"

When Martha woke to the sound of the alarm clock, the bed beside her was empty and cool. "Jessie?" she whispered, but he was not in the room. She blinked her eyes to clear her vision and shook her head to wake up a bit. Where was Jessie? He hadn't up and left had he?

Then, she smelled something. Was that cinnamon? Whatever it was, it smelled delicious. She pulled herself out of bed and headed into the shower.

When she made her way to the kitchen a while later, there was Jessie. He was wearing the light blue robe with white-lace trim and matching nightie and, Martha knew, the matching panties that were in the bag that Grace had brought the night before. He was sitting at the kitchen table with Grace, who had a half-eaten plate of food in front of her. They were both smiling and chatting.

"Oh, she's alive!" Grace teased as Martha headed to the Keurig machine to get some coffee, but Jessie rose and intercepted her with a kiss.

"Have a seat and talk to Grace. I'll get you your breakfast," and he shuffled to the kitchen, barefoot and adorable in his nightie.

Last night, when Martha had carried him to bed with the shopping bags piled on top of him, Jessie had had no idea that Martha had plans to take their role playing a little further. The bags, which Grace had so graciously filled, contained some pretty clothes for Martha's pretty lodger. She would never have forced the issue if Jessie had refused, but it was just so enticing, she had to try and, since Grace was stopping at Forever 21, anyway, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

When she'd pulled out the short, lacy, light blue nightie, Jessie was only a little surprised.

"I'd love to see you wearing this," she told him as he lay on her bed, awaiting her attentions.

"Really? You don't think I'd look silly?"

"Silly? I think you'll look beautiful and it would make me very happy."

Jessie had smiled and stood as she gently lowered the gossamer, silk item over his shoulders. It felt wonderful to both of them. Then, she'd pulled the panties up his legs and looked at his little package encased in the lace and silk. It gave them both shivers. She left the short, matching robe at the end of the bed for him to wear in the morning.

The sex had been intense and there was more oral sex than the previous night. Jessie offered himself, willingly, and Martha took him as hers.

It was wonderful.

"You have got to try his omelet, Marty," Grace said with admiration. His are worlds better than mine.

Martha looked to Jessie who smiled at Grace's compliment as he prepared to cook Martha's breakfast. Martha smiled back and watched him work for a few moments. His hair had been brushed and the nightie and robe fit beautifully. He was a picture-perfect little housewife.

Grace watched her friend and smiled. Martha was obviously smitten with Jessie. That was nice. "I hope you like the outfit. I thought he'd look sweet in that."

The smile on Martha's face indicated that she agreed even before she spoke. "Sweet!? I think he looks like a goddess."

Grace chuckled and rolled her eyes. "I never expected you to fall for a guy like Jessie, but, I swear, you two seem to be made for each other."

Martha turned to look at her friend and leaned forward to speak quietly. "I hate to admit this, because after Mike left me, I kind of swore off of men, but I think I'm falling for him - big time."

They both looked at Jessie as he sprinkled cheese and vegetables into the pan on the stove. "Well," Grace observed, "maybe you're falling for a girl instead of a guy and, frankly, what difference would that make, as long as he makes you happy."

"He does," Martha smiled some more as Jessie brought the food, placed it in front of her, returned to the counter to bring the orange juice and coffee, kissed her, gave her a hug and returned to the stove and sink to clean everything up. "How could he not?"

"I gather that you don't need me to do anything but brush your hair this morning, right?" Martha was wearing a polo shirt and jeans this morning. Not the clothes she wore for meetings.

Martha nodded as she cut the omelet with her fork, "Yeah. I'm just visiting sites and working in the office, today. Typical Friday stuff." she put the fork full of omelet into her mouth and her eyes shot open. "Oh, my God! This is incredible!"

"You like it?" Jessie called from the sink.

"I swear, I think I've died and gone to heaven!"

Jessie smiled. It was probably the twentieth time in the last couple of days that he'd received a compliment for what he'd done AND it was probably only the twentieth time he'd received any kind of compliment since his dad had passed away.

As she devoured her breakfast, Martha asked, "Do you have any plans for the day, sweetie?"

"Not really," Jessie put the yellow gloves on to scrub the omelet pan.

Martha wiped he lips, "Can I take you out for supper tonight? Maybe see a movie?"

He thought for a moment and shook his head, the beautifully coiffed hair waggling around his pretty face. "A movie sounds nice, but I'd really like to cook for you again, if that's ok. I've missed cooking so much and love cooking for you."

Martha shot a look at Grace who smiled at the response. "Ok, honey. Another wonderful, home cooked meal it is, then."

Jessie smiled, happy to have a purpose. "I'll call an Uber and go grocery shopping later this morning."

Martha picked up the spotless plate and brought it and her silverware to the sink. "Why would you call an Uber, honey. Just use one of the cars."

"What cars?"

His befuddled reaction made both Grace and Martha laugh a bit. "One of the car's in the garage, honey. I usually drive the Lincoln for work, but there is a pickup truck and a little Mazda Miata." she opened the cabinet next to the sink revealing a key rack on the inside with several key rings hanging from it. Here are the keys. Would you prefer the Lincoln? I can take the pickup, if you want."

"Wow!" Jessie was amazed. The big house! Three cars! Wow! She was wealthier than he thought. "If it's ok with you, I'd kind of love to drive a Miata."

"Here's the key." Martha passed a ring to him. "The other key is the house key. Do you know how to get to the Whole Foods Store on Roger Sherman Blvd?"

He shook his head, still shocked that anyone could be so generous.

"I'll go with you," Grace said. "I don't have any clients till 3:00. I'd love to get to know you, better."

"Awesome!"

He had decided to prepare his favorite meal for Marty - Orange Sesame Grilled Tuna. Since Marty's gourmet stove had a built in grill, this seemed perfect. It was to be served on a bed of sticky rice with sautéed onions, zucchini and bell peppers with asparagus on top. He could picture it in his mind as if he was creating a sculpture. He was excited and there was so much wonderful inspiration at the Whole Foods.

He was wearing a pair of white shorts and a loose fitting, V-necked tee shirt. Last night, when Martha had sent a text to Grace asking her to pick up the nightie and something for Jessie to wear the next day, Grace had stopped at Forever 21. She had bought the sleep set to be cute and girly, but she had bought the shorts and top because they were gender-neutral. Even so, he still looked like a young woman in the outfit.

As he examined each ingredient, he and Grace talked. He really enjoyed her company and she was fascinated by him and the spell that he had cast on her cynical best friend.

She filled him in of Martha's unhappy marriage and bitter divorce and told him a lot about she and Grace had grown up together. Jessie seemed unusually sympathetic to everyone Grace spoke of, even showing genuine care and concern or joy for people he would never meet.

He said 'hello' to everyone in the store aisles and had a long conversation with the fish monger - learning his name and chatting with him about his daughter's first piano recital. No one she knew in Connecticut was this friendly. Was everyone from Indiana like this? They couldn't be! Nothing would ever get done!

The oddest thing occurred while they were looking through the baked goods. A very pretty, little girl came up and pulled on Jessie's white shorts.

"Hi, honey," Jessie said as he bent and squatted daintily to converse with the child, who was probably four years old. "How are you?"

"I'm good," the child beamed at Jessie. "You're pretty."

"Aww, aren't you sweet?" Jessie hugged the child and beamed back at her. "Is your mommy close, honey? I wouldn't want you to get lost."

"Julia, don't bother the lady," the child's mother called as she hurriedly approached. "I'm so sorry. She can be a pest."

Jessie stood and patted the child's head, "Oh, I doubt that. She's absolutely beautiful and she paid me a lovely compliment."

The mother seemed relieved that her daughter had not upset anyone. "Thank you. She is always attracted to pretty women. She has a princess-fixation, I think. Every beautiful woman is a princess in her mind. Come on, Julia. Say goodbye to the nice ladies."

"Bye," Julia waved as she walked away.

"Bye," both Grace and Jessie said, but Jessie waved and watched the child leave for a moment or two longer than a normal man would have. Grace realized that this wasn't a game for Jessie. He was a genuinely maternal creature. He was what he was and he didn't disguise it. He was a sweet, attractive, feminine creature who just happened to have an X and a Y chromosome. She'd never met anyone like him before.

"That was so cool! I never drove a convertible before!" Jessie and Grace were carrying the groceries into the kitchen. Jessie was just as excited to be driving the car as he had been to talk to strangers in the store. Grace found him amusing in a novel way.

She contemplated him for a solid five minutes before saying, "Jessie, may I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Before, at the store, did it bother you that that little girl and her mother thought you were a woman?"

"No, not really. Why?"

Grace shrugged, "Well... for one thing, they called you a princess. That would bother most men, that's all."

Jessie shrugged and smiled. "It's happened before. Even before my hair got long, people have always mistaken me for a girl - or a woman. I used to get rattled about it, but my dad used to tell me that you can be right any time you want, but you can only be nice to people 'right at this very moment.' So, you have to decide, do you want to be right or nice. I just prefer to be nice."

Grace shook her head. "Your dad must have been very proud of you, Jessie."

Another shrug. "I don't know. I hope so, but I always felt like he would have preferred a big, strapping son, rather than a runt, like me. But I know that, even if he wasn't really proud of me, he still loved me and I loved him... and my mom. I miss them, you know... but I know that they loved me and that means a lot."

"Wow. Talk about a 'glass half full' kind of guy. You're amazing, Jessie. You're like a human golden retriever. Everything makes you happy. I can see why Marty loves you."

Jessie stopped putting away the groceries and looked at Grace in shock, his mouth frozen, slightly opened.

"What's the matter?" Grace looked behind her to see what had caused Jessie to become nearly catatonic.

"Did you say that Marty loves me?"

Grace gave out a deep, belly laugh and her grin broadened as her face lit up at his reaction, "Oh, honey, come on. I know that you've only been together for a couple of days, but you must see how she looks at you. That girl is 100% besotted-in-love with you. And, not only that, but I can see that you're in love with her too, aren't you."

Jessie moved to the table and sat in a chair, eyes firmly focused on the marble grain of the table top. When his gaze finally rose to meet Grace's eyes, there were tears at the edges of his eyes. "I don't know. I think I am, but... but I'm so confused. I've never really had a real girl friend, let alone been in love. She's just... just... just so beautiful... and strong... and I'm just... me. How could she be in love with me?"

"Oh, Jessie, honey... You're so sweet and nice and so, so pretty. How could she not love you?"

"Ha... pretty. That's a laugh. I'm a twenty-eight year old man that looks like a girl. I'm not handsome or charming. The only thing pretty about me is the haircut you gave me. I look like a boy with a girl's haircut. That's all."

"Jessie... you are so much more than that. So much more. Marty's no fool and she loves you - and she loves you looking girly. You just told me that you didn't mind that. If you like being with her and she likes you the way you are, why not just be happy together?"

He shrugged and the tears rolled down his cheeks. "Because everything I love... ends." Now, the sobs came.

"Oh, baby," Grace rushed to embrace him, "just take a breath and think about this. Everything is good. Why look for problems where none exist."

He took a breath and did his best to staunch the flow of tears.

"Maybe..." Grace rubbed his hand as she spoke, "if you'd like me to... I could help you to FEEL a little... prettier. Would you like that?"

He looked confused, sad and vulnerable. Grace's heart ached for him.

"What I want," he spoke haltingly, "is to be attractive for Marty. That's all."

"So, can I help you do that?"

He sighed. Then thought for a moment. "If you make me look like Marty wants... you know... more... like a girl... I'd kind of like to not worry about other people knowing I'm a guy. I don't know quite how to say what I mean..."

"You want me to make it so no one sees anything but a pretty woman, right?"

He nodded.

Grace pulled a chair out from the table and pulled it to the sink. "Step into my office, young lady. I have a treat for you."

Once again, the wonderful aromas of a well prepared meal wafted past Martha as she entered the front door of her home. She'd had a great day - only about an hour in the office and the rest on two different job sites working with the site foremen to be sure that things were on track. She'd done some real, old fashioned, manual labor and gotten good and dirty. Fresh air, loud, rude conversations and hard work - That's the kind of a day she really enjoyed.

Now, her stomach was growling as she called into the kitchen, "Honey, I'm home!"

"Well, hey there, hard working lady," Martha was very surprised to see Grace step into the foyer.

"Hi! I didn't expect to see you here."

Grace grinned. "I bet you didn't. Your pretty little boyfriend and I made some plans for tonight. Go shower and put on something decent - not too fancy."

"But I smell dinner cooking. Aren't we eating in?"

"Yes, we are," Grace nodded, "but then we're going out for a movie and maybe an ice cream. That cutie-pie in there made you an amazing salmon dinner. He deserves a nice night out."

"And all three of us are going on the date?"

"We're double dating, honey. I am going on my first date in nine years."

"With who?"

"His name is Bill and he'll be here in a few minutes. He's very distinguished. You'll like him. Now, go shower."

Martha went to her room, showered, careful not to wet her hair, put on a cute bra and panty set, a nice pair of tan dress slacks, a white, silk top and some low-heeled sandals.

As she approached the kitchen, she could hear laughter and the low voice of a big man.

"So, I'm standing there with my infant granddaughter in my arms and the dog is humping the neighbor's leg and she's screaming, 'Get this animal off my leg!' I tell you, all hell was breaking lose and..." He stopped, seeing Martha enter the kitchen, "Oh, you must be Martha?" The man was older than Martha had expected. He was probably closing in on fifty. Very handsome. Greying temples and straight, white teeth.

"Marty," she said as she gave the man a hearty handshake.

"Marty, this is Bill. Bill's a developer. Bill, this is Marty. Marty is in construction." Grace made the introductions.

Bill and Martha exchanged a few words about business. It was easy for Martha to get lost in business talk, but she was interrupted by a kiss on her cheek. "Welcome home, honey," Jessie whispered as he slipped behind her with a large bowl full of salad.

Martha shook off her attention to Bill's chit-chat and tried to focus on Jessie for a moment. "Hi, babe," she muttered, but she was suddenly distracted. Was that lipstick that she felt on her cheek? And did he smell perfume?

"We have a twenty-six acre development going on near Danbury that we will complete in about sixteen months. Fourteen luxury homes..."

But Martha was only half listening. She turned and watched Jessie putting food on the table. He looked lovely - even prettier than she expected. His hair was beautifully brushed and sprayed. His eyebrows had definitely been sculpted a bit - not narrow, but clean and neat. He was wearing subtle makeup and there were sparkly, little, studs in his ears.

His clothes were also feminine without being overdone. A white, sheer, crepe, sleeveless blouse hung loosely over what was obviously a plain camisole, but there was no indication of a bra. Below that was a pair of loose fitting, off-white, silk shorts and little black flats completed the outfit nicely.

He looked like a pretty, slightly sporty, well dressed, flat chested woman.

Martha let out a long breath and whispered, "Wow."

"I beg your pardon?" Bill asked, think that Martha was speaking to him.

Martha's eyes shot back to Bill. "I said, 'wow.' That Danbury project sounds like it will yield a nice, healthy profit."

Bill smiled, "Well, we certainly hope it will..."

"Dinner is served!" Grace announced.

Bill and Martha sat opposite each other at the circular table, while Grace and Jessie brought the beautifully plated salmon to the table and served themselves and their partners. Then, they sat opposite each other as well.

"Well, Grace," Bill picked up his fork as he spoke, "I had no idea that you were a gourmet chef,"

"Haha, I assure you, I am not," Grace indicated Jessie. "This is entirely due to the talent of the beautiful Jessie."

"Oh, stop," Jessie waved his hand as he crossed his legs at the knees, shook his napkin and spread it across his lap. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Well, that is very true," Grace smiled. "I had to show you where the store was."

Everyone laughed at that.

There were a few moments of silence as they savored the deliciously prepared fish.

"So," it was obvious that Bill was not comfortable with silence, "Jessie, what do you do for work?"

Jessie put down his fork, dabbed the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm a musician, actually. I play piano."

"No kidding!? I never would have guessed that. Classical? Jazz?"

"A little of everything - whatever I can get paid for is fine with me." Jessie smiled.

"Interesting." Bill was starting to dig into his meal more heartily. "If I had to guess, I would have thought you were a chef. It seems like a musician would travel so much that cooking would be an alien skill for them."

Jessie shrugged and picked up his fork, again, stabbing a tiny bit of salmon. "I love to cook. I just don't get to do it very frequently."

Martha reached over and squeezed Jessie's hand. "I'm trying to change that, though. I'd like Jessie to be here and cook whatever and whenever, right, babe?"

Jessie smiled and blushed.

"That's nice," Bill remarked. "How did you two meet?"

"Well, let me think," Martha made a big show of considering the question. "We met at the bank, right?"

Jessie chewed his meal and nodded, indicating that she was telling the story correctly.

"Yep, we met at the bank," Martha said, "and, honestly, I was smitten right at that moment. We went out to dinner and came back here and Jessie and I have been together ever since."

"Wow," Bill had enjoyed the romantic story. "And how long have you been together?"

Martha made another show of figuring out the timeline. "Let's see. It's nearly 6:00 now, so I guess it's been about forty-seven hours, right?"

Everyone laughed at her joke.

"Wow, no kidding? A true love at first sight story, huh? That's amazing!"

Martha squeezed his hand again and smiled at Jessie as she drank in his beauty.

Then, she asked, "How about you two? How do you know each other?"

Bill looked at Grace and raised his eyebrows, indicating that Grace should tell the story.

"Actually," Grace took Bill's hand in hers, "I have been doing Bill's sister, Alison's, hair for years. I met Bill about a year ago, just about the time my husband told me that his girlfriend was pregnant. Anyway, he and Alison and I have gone to lunch a few times and it turns out that we like the same movies and music..."

"And baseball teams," Bill joked. "It's hard to find an Expos fan in Connecticut."

"So, tonight's our first 'official date.'"

"How sweet," Jessie smiled as he nibbled his dinner.

When dinner was completed, Jessie and Grace cleared the table while Bill and Martha chatted some more. At one point, Bill caught Martha staring at Jessie's rear end as he loaded the dishwasher.

"You have a special friend there, Marty. Congratulations."

Martha smiled and looked at Bill. "I do. He really is something."

Bill turned and watched Grace and Jessie across the open room. "He?"

Martha shook her head. "I'm sorry? What?"

"You said 'he,'" Bill laughed a little. "I'm sure you meant 'she.'"

"Actually, no," Jessie had returned to the table to grab the wine glasses. "I'm a 'he,' honest. I hope that doesn't bother you."

"Not at all," Bill was a bit shocked, though. "You can dress however you'd like, Jessie, I just thought you were a woman. My mistake." He watched Jessie return to load the dishwasher, then he turned back to face Martha. "Really?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Wow..."

After dinner came a sweet, romantic-comedy movie at the local cineplex, then a trip to the Cold Stone Creamery for an ice cream.

As they waited in line, the late evening and the coolness of the creamery gave Jessie a chill, so he cuddled under Martha's warm, secure arm. He felt safe and loved. When they reached the counter and Martha needed to dig through her purse for a credit card, she pulled her arm from embracing Jessie and searched her wallet for the right card.

As they waited for the computer to complete the transaction, Jessie wrapped his arms around Martha's right arm and hugged it tightly, while planting a kiss on her biceps, which was eye level to Jessie.

Martha smiled down at him. "Did you have a good night?"

"I did," he sighed as he hugged her arm more tightly. "I had a lovely night. You?"

She nodded and accepted the card back from the cashier. "I enjoy just being with you and you look so pretty tonight, too."

He smiled back. "Really? I don't look silly?"

Martha shook her head, "Are you kidding?"

Jessie giggled and shrugged his shoulders. "I just want to look attractive for you."

They took their cones and held hands as they walked away from the counter. "Well, you certainly did that. I can't wait to get you home and have you to myself."

The blush that reddened Jessie's cheeks spoke volumes. "Stop it!" He whispered and laughed. "Someone will hear you."

Martha stopped, shook her own hair aside and bent down to plant a soft, cold, black-raspberry flavored kiss on his lips. His lips were cool, too, and he tasted of vanilla ice cream and chocolate sprinkles. The kiss lingered longer than a kiss in public should, when it ended, they smiled at each other and looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"Now, they all know what I want to do to you with me saying a word."

Jessie hugged his head into her breasts and felt an affection and longing for this woman that he had never felt before. It had to be love.

They finished their cones, each couple cuddled together and chatting with each other, until Grace said, "Well, I guess we should be headed home. I have a yoga class at 7:30 tomorrow morning and it's getting late."

They all stood and Bill shook hands and offered friendly pecks on the cheeks to both Martha and Jessie. "Thank you, both, for such a pleasant evening. It was a pleasure to meet you and I hope we can do something like this again."

"I'm sure that we will," Martha said, truthfully.

Grace kissed both Jessie and Martha, too, then said, "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bill and I are going to get a drink before we head back."

"Ok," Martha said. "Be careful, you." she teased. "You'll be around in the late morning, right? I have that delivery coming at 10:30."

"Absolutely," Grace winked.

"What delivery?" Jessie was in the dark a bit. "Where will we be at 10:30?"

"We will be at a Chamber of Commerce brunch at tomorrow morning, honey, and as for the delivery, it's just something I ordered for the great room and Grace is helping me out by signing for it."

"Earning my keep, actually," Grace joked as she gave them each another kiss. "God, you two are so cute together. Bye, bye."

Grace took Bill's hand and Martha took Jessie's and they headed off in opposite directions towards their cars.

"Are you enjoying yourself here?" Martha asked as they walked along a river-walk that led to the parking lot.

Jessie laid his head on Martha's arm as they strolled. "I'm very happy, Marty. I hope you are, too."

She stopped and turned her little boyfriend towards her and kissed him deeply. When the kiss should have ended, she pulled him closer and held the kiss even longer, invading his mouth and throat with her aggressive tongue.

When they came up for air, they smiled at each other and Martha said, "I have never been happier. I know it's only been a couple of days, but I need to tell you that... well, Jess... I think I've fallen in love with you. You don't have to say that you love me if you don't, but I just wanted you to know."

Jessie's smiling eyes beamed, even as tears of joy formed around the edges. "Marty, I've never been with anyone that made me feel like you do. I love you, too."

Both of them tear-ed up as they hugged each other as hard as they could. They kissed again and again and they stared at the stars over the river for nearly an hour before they headed back to the house - smiling, giggling and squeezing each other's she hands the whole way home.

When Martha had set the house alarm and finally made her way to her bedroom, she expected to find Jessie in bed, but he was not.

"Jess?"

"In here," came the call from the master bathroom.

When she entered, she found Jessie standing barefoot in front of the vanity and mirror, wearing just the silky, little nightgown she'd given him the night before and a white head-band that held all of his pretty hair from his face while used a lavender-scented cream that Grace had given him to remove his makeup. She breathed in the sight and smell of him. He was small, and feminine, and beautiful and the fact that there was a nice, little penis attached to that sexy package just made it all the more exciting to her.

She grinned as she watched him work, cleaning his face.

"What?" He asked as she smiled at him. "Grace said that I needed to get off all my makeup before I go to bed."

"You do, baby," Marsha giggled as she came up behind him and ran her hands down his silky sides, then hugged him and kissed the back of his head. "Mmmm, you smell so nice."

"You like it?"

"I love it. Do you?"

Jessie thought for a moment before answering. "If I say that I love it, too, does that make me weird?"

"No, it doesn't make you weird," she ran her hands over the silk nightie, again. "I think it means that you found the real you, and," she ran her hand down to his groin and squeezed his penis, surrounding it with the silky softness, "that we were made for each other."

She continued to grip and massage his member as Jessie wiped the cleaner from his face and pulled the headband from his hair. He turned to face Martha and smiled as he moved her hand from his organ, placing both of her arms behind his back and wrapping his own arms around her neck.

He smiled - his sweet, pretty, freshly moisturized, feminine face looking up into the eyes of his strong lover and she looking down in wonder at him.

He gave her a brief kiss on her lips, then moved easily down to her chin and neck, kissing and licking everywhere. He let go of her neck and used his hands to push Martha's hands aside long enough to pull her silk top over her head, revealing a pretty, bra that contained her ample breasts above her well defined abdomen.

His kisses moved to her breasts, causing Martha to moan, softly, and when he slipped his tongue inside the cup of her bra to lick her nipple, the moans increased as she shifted her stance to rub Jessie's stomach against her clothed vagina.

He kissed and nibbled her breasts and nipples some more, then he moved his hands to unclasp the button on her slacks. He pulled down the zipper and knelt as he lowered them to the floor and pulled the legs of her slacks past her shoes. Then, he knelt up and rubbed his cheek on the front of her black, silk panties.

Both of them were shaking with anticipation as he slipped his fingers into the waistband and slowly lowered the panties past her knees and pulled them past her shoes as well.

He had seen her nicely groomed crotch in bed, but this 'close-up' was a view he'd never had before - with Martha or any other woman.

He was tentative at first, kissing his way closer and closer to her opening while Martha shivered with anticipation. When, at last, his tongue eventually slipped through the folds of her vaginal lips, Martha's moans were loud and encouraging. So, he became more aggressive, sliding his tongue in deeper and deeper, till she gripped his head with both of her hands, not just to drive him deeper, but to hold herself upright.

It was a new sensation for Martha, too. She'd only been intimate with one man, a boy, really, before she'd married her ex-husband, and neither that boy, nor her ex would ever have been orally intimate with her. They were both men's-men, alpha-males who welcomed blow jobs, but would never consider reciprocating.

Now, there was a petite, little thing who smelled like lavender and flower-scented shampoo, wearing a lace trimmed, silk nightie over his soft, hairless body, kneeling in front of her and servicing her. His manicured and polished, red fingernails tickled her skin as his tongue probed deeper and deeper attempting to satisfy her.

It was weird. It was bizarre. It was all so new and all so amazingly wonderful.

"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she growled as an overwhelming orgasm rocked her to her core. She gripped his hair and pulled his head as deeply into her as she could as her knees bent and shook uncontrollably.
"Ooooooohhhhhh!" she growled again as she put her hands under Jessie's arm pits and lifted him to his feet, rushing him out of the bathroom and onto the California King Sized bed, kissing and fondling each other the entire way.

He giggled and squealed as she literally tossed him through the air to land on the mattress and she crawled on top of him, wrapping her mouth around his penis and scrotum, taking every bit of him into her mouth. In her excitement, she felt as if she could have easily bitten the entire sex organ off of him, making him her woman and he would have been happy to have her do it. They were both euphoric in the throes of passion.

Her hand found his anus and she slide two fingers deep inside him, causing him to thrust forward, more deeply into her mouth. His growls mimicked hers as his orgasm approached.

She slide in three fingers and manipulated them, causing him to hump her mouth uncontrollably until, at last, he came with a torrent of output, all of which she took.

When the thrusting and sucking subsided, Martha rose and moved so that she could cradle Jessie against her breasts and plant a passionate kiss on his lips, forcing his own juices down his throat. It tasted more sweaty than anything else, but it was not a unpleasant taste at all.

He swallowed and smiled up at her. She was strong and confident and powerful. Everything that he was not.

"Sleep well, my pretty, little love," she whispered.

"Sleep well, Marty," he whispered as he snuggled into her breasts, breathed her in and closed his eyes, happier than he had ever been.

As they entered the high-end women's clothing boutique, Martha was dressed smartly in an expensive skirt suit that hugged her form beautifully, if just a bit too conservatively for Jessie's liking, but he had to admit that she looked lovely.

"Are you sure this is how you want to dress this morning?" Martha asked. "You can wear whatever you'd like."

"I'd like to be pretty for you, today," Jessie grinned and looked around the store.

"Well, you ladies are certainly 'up and at it' bright and early this morning!" a woman named, according to her name tag, Joan, called out as she approached them. "It's only 9:15. May I help you find something?"

Martha smiled at the attractive woman, "Yes. My friend and I are attending a Chamber of Commerce brunch this morning and she has nothing to wear. Might you be able to offer some suggestions? We are just a little rushed, this morning, too."

"Of course, of course," Joan smiled and pulled items from the racks. "What did you have in mind? A dress? A suit?"

"I think I'd like to stick with pants," Jessie smiled as Joan pulled out several outfits to choose from.

Because time was tight, he didn't have time to try on a lot of outfits, so Joan displayed things on their hangers until Jessie found an outfit he liked - soft, tight-fitting, stretch, black slacks that hugged his narrow hips, a narrow, silver belt, a matching bolero jacket that just reached the top of the slacks and had three-quart-length sleeves. Beneath the jacket was a pretty, sleeveless, white top with lace around the neck and three little buttons up the back. It was formal, but comfortable and pretty.

Joan suggested some chunky jewelry that went well with the outfit and a pair of two-inch, shinny, black, open-toed shoes. Both Martha and Jessie liked the outfit, but, before they could buy it, Joan said, "There is something missing, though."

"What?" asked Jessie.

"Umm, I don't want to be too forward, but, I can see that you're not wearing a bra, dear. I know that small girls, like you, prefer to go without, but this design is actually designed to have a little fullness in the chest."

Jessie looked down at the empty bodice of the blouse and realized that Joan was right.

"Would you consider trying a bra with just a little bit of padding?"

Jessie looked to Martha who shrugged and smiled. 'Oh, well,' he thought with a shrug, 'in for a penny...'

"Sure," he told Joan, "I'll give it a try."

Moments later, Joan handed Jessie a hanger with a lace covered bra hanging from it. He noticed immediately that the bra, even without anyone wearing it, had like-like-breast shaped cups. He looked at it for a moment, amused. It seemed just a bit silly to wear a support garment when he had nothing to support.

"Don't worry, honey," Joan encouraged. "It's just an 'A' cup. It won't look odd. You're like my daughter-in-law. She's athletic, like you." she turned to Martha and continued, "I tell you, Title 9 had created a generation of girls who are shaped like boys. They don't need bras because they're flat as boards, but the designers still design for girls with at least some semblance of breasts."

Martha was flummoxed by this conversation. "Umm... I don't know about that," she said. "I do know plenty of women athletes who are very well developed. Jessie, here, isn't an athlete - just petite."

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you or," she turned to Jessie, "you. I was just making conversation."

"No offense taken," Jessie said, remembering his father's advice - 'You can be right any time, but you can only be nice now.' - and he headed to the changing room.

He was limber enough that he had no real difficulty with the bra's hooks and eyes. It was just a bit awkward doing it for the first time. When he looked down at the bra, he first thought was just that it was pretty; covered in lace and feminine, obviously, in form. When he looked in the mirror, though, he was struck by how natural it looked on him. As if he had been missing this kind of garment and now that he'd found it, he felt, somehow, more complete. He turned every way that he could and looked at himself from every angle. Even though he knew that he had no need for the garment, other than fashion, he really liked it and how it made him look.

He looked pretty.

Like a girl.

Like a woman.

Yep, he really liked it.

When he returned to the sales floor, Joan gushed over his new look. "See, doesn't that look better? I told you it would. What nature doesn't provide us... right?"

She hustled Jessie to the mirror and had him look at himself some more. "See. That hangs much prettier, doesn't it."

He nodded and smiled at the woman's enthusiasm. "Yes, Joan, you were 100% right."

Joan was elated. She could not have asked for anything more than to be told that she was right about fashion. Before she was finished, she added a medium sized, black, clutch purse that matched his shoes and Jessie praised this choice as well.

Martha smiled at the two of them primping at the mirror, afraid to say anything that might sound inappropriate, but she felt a moistness growing as she looked at Jessie and his two, new breasts. She didn't know why, but the more womanly he got, the deeper in love she sank.

After they'd paid and were approaching Martha's Lincoln SUV, Jessie stepped in front of Martha, spun around and posed in a few catalogmodel positions saying, "You've been awfully quiet. What do you think? Is it too much?"

Martha grabbed him and pulled him in for a tight hug that caused him to squeal, giggle and smile. "Are you kidding? You are so, unbelievably perfect. You'll be the prettiest person there." she kissed him hard. "Come on. We're already late. Let's go."

The brunch was pretty dull. Speakers who offered nothing of interest to Jessie, but, while Martha networked with other business people, mostly men, Jessie enjoyed chatting with the wives and girlfriends. They chatted about town politics. They shared pictures of children and vacations. They talked bout clothes. It was lovely.

They left the brunch just before two o'clock.

"I hope you weren't bored," Martha said as she slipped the enormous vehicle into drive. "Business brunches, lunches, dinners... they're all part and parcel of running a business like mine. You have to schmooze with people to get work from them."

"I had a nice time," Jessie smiled as he looked out the window at the passing scenery. "I met some very nice people and I got invited to a breakfast club on Thursday."

Martha was a bit surprised to hear this. The Thursday Breakfast Club was not an official group, but it was a gathering of some of the most wealthy women in this part of Connecticut. When she was younger and had less responsibility at the office, Martha used to attend these breakfasts herself. They were pretty upscale.

"Are you going?" she asked.

"I don't know. I didn't commit to anything. Why? Do you think I shouldn't?"

"I don't know. It's just that... well... I mean... obviously, they think you are a woman... so... I guess what I mean is, are you prepared to present yourself as a woman permanently? If these women get to know you, then there's no turning back."

Jessie thought for a moment before answering. "I know that they think I'm a woman - I mean, I have breasts this morning and everything, so... what else WOULD they think. I don't know about the future, I mean, this has been a pretty quick romance that we have going on, so I've just been taking things one step at a time, but... you're right, I need to make some long term decisions."

There was a concerning silence in the car for a good long time before either spoke again.

"I guess," Martha interrupted his thoughts, "it comes down to this: Do you like being perceived as a woman?"

He considered this for a moment before saying, "I think I do. I know it's weird, but I don't feel like I'm a freakishly little guy. I feel like a regular woman. Maybe even a pretty one."

Martha laughed a little. "You are DEFINITELY a pretty one."

"But that's not the only thing we need to consider." Jessie chose his words carefully. "See, I'm used to people thinking that I'm a girl, that's been going on most of my life. The only difference is that I don't have to correct them right now. The other question, and it's probably even more important, is how do you feel about people perceiving you as a lesbian?"

"Well, why would anyone..." Martha started to ask before realizing that Jessie was right. If she was with someone that presented himself as a woman, of course, people would think that she was a lesbian. "Oh, I see what you mean. I hadn't considered that."

The silence that followed made Jessie nervous. He watched Martha thinking and he began to have that feeling in his stomach that meant that everything was about to go very wrong. He felt a heat gradually crawling up his back. The longer she thought about things, the more sure Jessie became convinced that everything was about to end.

When the silence had persisted for a solid three minutes, he finally spoke up, "Maybe... maybe I should just go."

"What!?" Martha was shaken from her thoughts and looked at Jessie in shock. "Go!? Why!?"

Jessie was fighting back the tears that were gathering at the edges of his eyes. "I mean, if I'm causing any problems, the best thing for me to do is leave."

"Jessie, what are you talking about!?" Martha pulled to the side of the country road on which they were traveling and took a breath before continuing. "Jessie, you are the best thing that has ever come into my life and I don't want to lose you. It's just that, well, considering my size and what I do for a living, there's always been this perception that I was a lesbian and it's always kind of bothered me, you know. Like, I wasn't woman enough for people to believe that I was straight, but... considering how excited I am when I see you looking beautiful... maybe part of me wants to be with someone who is beautiful and feminine. Not someone who is a woman. Someone like you. Someone who's the opposite of me. I'm a woman who needs to be tough and masculine. You're a man who needs to be tender and feminine. The more I consider it, the more I think that we were incredibly lucky to find each other and no matter what other people my think about us, I think that we need to be together - forever. I want you to stay with me, Jessie. Please, stay forever and be as macho or as prissy as you'd like and I'll do the same thing."

Jessie's tears were flowing freely down his face at this point. He undid his seat belt and lunged to Martha, hugging her around the neck as tightly as he could and weeping into her shoulder. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too, babe," Martha replied, keeping her tears under control. "But, please, please never talk about leaving again. Now that I have you, I can't imagine my world without you."

He took a deep breath to try to control his tears, but only gained a little control.

Martha pulled him from his embrace and planted a soft, warm, loving kiss on his lips, then wiped some of the tears from his wet cheeks.

They smiled at each other and Martha said, "It's a good thing that Grace didn't teach you about mascara. You'd look like a raccoon right now if you were wearing any."

Jessie smiled and sat back, reaching into his clutch to pull out a tissue. He lowered the vanity mirror on the passenger side of the car and cleaned himself a bit.

"Oh, Lord. I am a mess, aren't I? I'm sorry I just thought that, because you were quiet for so long..."

"I know, Jess," Martha squeezed his hand, "and I promise that I'll never hesitate to answer you, again."

The exchanged another smile.

"Now," Martha readjusted herself in her seat and shifted the car into drive, "let's go home. I think you'll like the new furniture I bought."

As they pulled into the driveway at Martha's house, two men in a pickup truck were headed in the other direction. Martha pulled onto the grass to allow the pickup truck to pass and she rolled down her window.

"Hi, Tom. All set?"

The man smiled back and said, "All set, Ms Bradley. All ready to go. Boy, I'll tell you, that was a heavy one! Whew! We should have brought more guys. Steve and I nearly broke our backs!"

"Oh, please. A couple of strong guys like you!? I'm sure you had it under control."

Tom laughed. "Ok, Ms Bradley. I'll come by in a couple of weeks to see if it needs any tweaking and then we'll set up annual visits for maintenance, ok? I have to run. Enjoy it!"

"I will, Tom! Thanks!"

And the pickup truck pulled away.

"What was that all about?" Jessie asked.

"You'll see," she smiled playfully.

They parked the Lincoln and as they approached the house, Grace appeared from a sliding door that led to the great room. "Hi, guys!" she greeted them. "Well, don't you look as cute as the Dickens!?" she looked at Jessie's outfit with approval. "Nice choice and I love the padded bra. You look adorable. Have you been crying? Marty, what did you do to this pretty thing to make him cry?"

Jessie laughed and waved her off. "Nothing. We had a misunderstanding on the way home and I overreacted. All resolved, now, though."

"Well, good. Are you ready for this?" Grace was obviously excited about something.

"Not quite," Martha pulled a kerchief out of her shoulder bag and shook it out. "First, we need Jessie blindfolded."

"Why?" asked Jessie.

"Oh, don't be a party-pooper," Grace scolded. "Just put on the blindfold."

Martha tied it around his head and each of the women took a hand to guide him into the great room. At some point, they turned him around and had him sit on a padded, but very firm seat that had no back. Then, they removed the blindfold.

He glanced around in front of him, but saw nothing new.

"Turn around," Martha said.

When he did his breath left his body. First he realized that he was sitting on a very high-end piano bench, then he realized that he was sitting in front of a six-foot-four-inch, ebony, grand piano.

"Oh, my God!" He whispered.

When he raised the key-cover, it revealed the classic lyre logo with the words 'Steinway and Sons' written below it.

"Oh, my God!" He shouted! "A Steinway!? You leased a Steinway!?"

"Leased, nothing," Grace laughed as she slapped the bill of sale on the music stand of the piano. "She called all around and bought you the best piano in New England."

Jessie's stunned eyes looked at the words on the paperwork:

'Steinway and Sons
Model: B
Manufactured: 1894
Re-built: 2017 - remanufactured hammers, new Renner action, new Bolduc soundboard.
Price: $78,500.00
Express delivery: $2,500.00
Setup and tuning: $1,500.00
Total: $82,500.00
Paid in Full'

"You spent $82,500.00 on a piano!? For me!?!?!?!?" Jessie was floored! Back in his town in Indiana, that could buy a small house - or at least a decent trailer-home.

"Do you like it?" Martha was thrilled with his reaction and completely unfazed by the amount of money she had just spent.

"Like it!? My God, Marty, I'm afraid to touch it! I've only played one Steinway before and it needed to be repaired. This is set up for a concert hall."

"Great! Then let's have a concert." With that, Martha and Grace sat on the couch and waited.

"What should I play?"

"Whatever you want, sweetie," Martha coaxed. "It's your piano."

He stared at the instrument in disbelief and considered what to play. It took him a good amount of deliberating to make a decision.

"Maybe he can't really play piano," Grace whispered to Martha loud enough for him to hear.

"Shh," Martha laughed.

"I just want to play the right thing for you. I feel like it should be something classical, but I don't have a ton of that repertoire memorized." He thought for another moment. "I know..."

He shook his pretty, blonde hair behind his shoulders, took a deep breath and closed his eyes while Martha and Grace waited."

When the C-minor chord sounded, the richness of it shook both women. It was followed by an F-minor chord that made it clear to both of them that Jessie knew exactly what he was doing.

Slowly, passionately, he worked his way through Chopin's Prelude in C Minor. Each forceful chord slamming into the women. Then, when he reached the recapitulation and suddenly the chords were quiet and sorrowful, they each felt tears roll down their faces.

When he finished, there was stunned silence. He saw their reaction and he smiled as he pulled off his bolero jacket, revealing his small, thin arms and a hint of his bra was visible through the arm hole of the sleeveless blouse.

"Did you like it?"

"Shit," Grace muttered.

"Jessie..." Martha searched for the words. "... that was... amazing."

"No," Jessie was flattered, but he understood his limits, "that was just good. The piano made it sound amazing."

"Didn't Barry Manilow play that song?" Grace asked, causing Martha to laugh.

"Grace, that's Chopin, right Jessie?"

"Yeah, it's Chopin, but Grace is right. Barry Manilow used it for a song called Could it be Magic back in the seventies or eighties. My dad played it for me to show me how important it was to have classical technique even if you want to play pop and rock music."

"See, you snob," Grace teased her friend, "I'm not as stupid as you think. Play something else, Jessie."

"Yes, please. Play something else." Martha could not wait to hear him play some more.

"Ok." Jessie thought for a moment or two. "I'll play something more popular. How about this?"

The quiet, simple, beautiful sounds of Desperado by The Eagles filled the room and then, suddenly, after he played the low C that ended the introduction and resonated through the room, he began to sing.

"Desperado
Why don't you come to your senses
You've been out riding fences
For so long, now.

Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you've got your reasons
These things that are pleasing you will hurt you somehow..."

His voice was light and a bit feminine. Not quiet a man's and not quite a woman's but it was effortless and natural and came directly from his heart to their ears.

It was beautiful.

When he reached the ending,

"You better let somebody love you
Before it's too-oo-oo-ooooo late"

Martha melted. It was gorgeous and heart breaking and so perfect to have come from Jessie's mouth.

When the chord died away, Martha moved to sit beside Jessie on the bench. She kissed his cheek and put her left arm around him. With her right hand, she plunked a couple of notes on the piano. "Wow. It sounds like nothing when I do it, but when you play it... Jessie, you're amazing. That was beautiful."

"And he sings!" Grace called from the couch.

"How do you do it?"

"It's all I know how to do. I'm glad that you like it."

"Jessie, you sing like an angel, play piano like a demon and cook like a five star chef. Everything you do is incredible. Why don't you see that?" Martha was honestly confused as to why he was so self-effacing.

"I don't know," Jessie shrugged. "None of that ever seemed to matter to anyone but my mom and dad when I was growing up. I mean, I was never good at sports or academics or anything important. I could only do the things that I did for my parents. Nothing cool. Nothing important."

Martha hugged him tightly. "It's important to me, baby. It's important to me."
 
 
To Be Continued...

George and Martha: 3 Final

 

Jessie finds himself in femininity and Martha falls even deeper in love with him.

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Author's Note: Well my dear readers, we have to come to the end of all of my "already written tales." Will there be more? That all depends on what's left within me and how life treats me. I want to say it's been a pleasure to have posted here at BigCloset TopShelf and a shout out to Sephrena for having posted these tales up for me. When I get a chance, I will certainly post my next works here, so be on the lookout for them! Please, leave me a review if you have enjoyed this story. ~Clara.
 
This version of George and Martha: 3 Final has been updated with many corrections towards spelling and grammar.~Sephrena.
 
Image Credit: Image created through the use of ai at https://perchance.org/beautiful-people .~Sephrena.

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Chapter 3
 

Sunday was a blur of doing nothing. With empty schedules, Jessie got up at 8:15, made a batch of cranberry scones, then brought Martha breakfast in bed where they cuddled for an hour, watched Sunday morning talk show and kissed and kissed and kissed.

By 11:00, Jessie was sitting in front of his new instrument, still in his pretty little nightie and robe, looking up the sheet music for his favorite Bach, Strauss and Chopin pieces on Martha's iPad and playing through each several times before moving on to something else.

Martha, also in her silk pajamas, sat on the couch, reading the Sunday New York Times, doing the crossword and listening to her little virtuoso play his pretty little heart out. Both were happy and content to just be in the same room together.

Around 1:30, Jessie tied his yellow apron on and set about making dinner - well, dessert, actually. He started peeling apples for a pie. When they were skinned and sliced, he covered them in cinnamon, brown sugar and vanilla, then mixed the ingredients for the crust.

Smelling the sweet ingredients, Martha peeked into the kitchen to see what he was up to. At that moment, Jessie was sweeping excess flour, baking powder and cinnamon off of the quartz countertop and into a little dustpan - another kitchen-accessory-wedding-present from Martha's cousins that had never been used before.

"What are you making?"

"Apple pie for dessert." Jessie shook the hair behind his shoulders as he stood straight to speak to Martha.

Lord, he was cute. Even with no makeup or hairspray, he was just so damned adorable.

"Babe, you don't have to kill yourself cooking everyday, you know."

"Kill myself?" Jessie laughed. "I love cooking for you. Besides, it's Sunday. Families need to have a nice, sit down dinner on Sundays. That's the most important meal of the week. I have some chicken kabobs marinating. I'm planning on dinner at 4:30, if that's ok.

Martha came around the counter, hugged him from behind and kissed his neck, causing Jessie to giggle and squirm.

"A family, are we?" Martha teased and kissed and brought more giggles. "I suppose we need to start buying towels and linens like a real couple, huh?"

"Marty, stop!" Jessie shrieked as his giggling was nearly out of control, but Martha continued to kiss and tickle and excite him.

Finally, he managed to turn and face Martha, then wrap his arms around her neck and occupy her lips with his. When the kiss finally ended, they smiled at each other and Jessie laughed, "You're awful, you that. I have work to do here. Go on, now, get out of my kitchen."

Martha gave him one last kiss and said, "Yes, ma'am," as she walked back into the great room to watch a movie.

At 3:30, Martha was surprised to hear Grace in the kitchen talking to Jessie. "Don't you look cute?" Grace was saying. "I like that pinky-beige color on you. It looks nice."

She was even more surprised to hear Bill say, "How's it going, Marty" as he stepped into the great room and crossed to the love seat near the couch. He had two glasses of wine in his hand and he handed one to Martha as he sat.

"Bill! I had no idea that you were coming by."

"Oh. Sorry. I thought... well, Grace said that we were invited to dinner. Did I misunderstand? We can leave if we're intruding."

"No. Not at all, Bill. Oh, Lord, I'm still in my PJs. I'll be right back. Make yourself at home."

She hustled out into the kitchen to say hi to Grace and looked at Jessie, shocked to see him fully dressed in a light pink top, his bra evident beneath, and his beige shorts. She kissed Grace and said to Jessie, "Babe, I didn't know we were having company for dinner - not that I mind, Gracie, you know you and Bill are always welcome - but, look at me! I'm not even dressed. And when did you get all dolled up?"

Jessie smiled that damnably cute smile of his. "I'm sorry, Marty. When I said 'family!'I thought you understood that I invited Grace and Bill, too. You know - Our family. I was busy out here and I didn't realize that you hadn't gotten changed."

Martha shook her head in mock aggregation and looked at Grace. "Women. Can't live with 'em..." and she headed to the bedroom to change.

"So." Grace sat on a bar stool on the opposite side of the counter from Jessie's prep area, "are you still happy, honey?"

Jessie stopped and smiled, just a bit embarrassed to admit it, "Grace, I am happier than I have ever been. I feel so 'at home' here and Marty... oh, my God, Grace... Marty is just... so..." He was at a loss for words.

"I know, babe. Marty is just such a great guy, right?"

Jessie laughed. "I guess. Yeah. I mean, she takes such great care of me. I haven't felt this... safe, I guess, since my dad got sick. I just want this to last forever."

Grace laughed as she grabbed a block of Parmesan cheese, a grater and a bowl and started to prepare the salads. "It will, sweetheart. You'll see."

When they all took their seats at the table, Bill held up his glass, "A toast."

They all followed his lead and raised their glasses, too.

"To the three nicest woman I know. To Grace, who has been a good friend for a long time and now, has become much more. To Marty, who has been Grace's friend and sister since they were children. Thank you for helping her through the last year. I know that it was tough for Grace and I know that she appreciates your help and friendship through it all. And, of course, to the most special woman of all, Jessie, who has just entered all of our lives and seems to be making everything brighter and happier. I drink to all of you and I hope that, before we leave, I may hear Jessie play a few numbers on that new piano in the other room."

"Here, here!" Grace and Martha called out, but Jessie just raised his glass and smiled. It was a nice toast, but it brought back the conversation he'd had with Martha last night. If he was going to actually live as a woman, then he needed to commit to it more fully. Oh, well. That could wait. For now, it was about good food and family.

After dinner, Jessie entertained them with a little Brahms, Faure and Elton John before they all adjourned to the lounge chairs surrounding the pool in the pool house and chatted about the state of the world, movies and music.

"I guess I should have brought my swim trunks," Bill said with a laugh.

"Do you want to take a swim?" Martha indicated a dressing room off to the end of the pool. "I'm sure that there's a pair of board trunks that would fit you in the chest of drawers in the dressing rooms."

"Well," Bill stood, "if it's ok with everyone, I think I'll take a dip. Will anyone join me?"

"Not me, but you go ahead." Grace took a sip of her wine.

Martha waved off the offer, but Jessie said, "I think I will. I've been dying to try out the pool."

"Then enjoy it, babe," Martha said, taking his wine glass from him and placing it on the ground beside her lounge chair.

As Bill and Jessie entered the dressing rooms, Grace giggled, "This should be interesting. I've never seen Bill shirtless. I have to admit, I'm curious."

Martha raised her eye brows and giggled conspiratorially, "He does kind of have Pierce Brosnan thing going on, you know? Like in Mama Mia."

Grace laughed. "If you change your mind,
I'm the first on line.
Honey, I'm still free.
Take a chance on me," she sang the Abba song, sending them both into fits of tipsy laughter.

"Oh..." Martha was holding her side to ease the pain of laughing so hard. "You're awful!"

The door on the right opened and out stepped Bill in a pair of Hawaiian print, board shorts that looked great on him. His salt-and-pepper hair was nearly as thick on his chest as it was on his head. The man looked good, plain and simple.

Grace whistled a cat-call, sending Martha back into peals of laughter. "Looking good, there, fella!" Grace called, encouraging Bill to pose, flexing his muscles in a joking manner. The thing was, though, he had the biceps, triceps and abs to pull it off and they bulged handsomely when he flexed."

"My, oh, my, oh, my, oh, my," Grace laughed. "You are just all kinds of sexy, there, sir. My heart is all a twitter."

Now, it was Bill's turn to laugh. "Play your cards right, lady, and I'll let you see all of this, any time you want."

The women laughed some more as Bill walked down the steps of the pool into the shallow end. "It's warm," he said impressed. "Very comfortable." He dove under water and swam under the surface towards the other end. He covered the distance, turned, pushed off of the wall and returned to the shallow end, all in a single breath, causing both women to applaud and hoot.

At that moment, the other dressing room door opened and Jessie appeared, wearing a bright green, one-piece, racer's swimsuit. Obviously designed for a woman, the suit, designed for speed in the water, not enhancement, had no support of any kind, so Jessie was very flat chested, but his lower abdomen was equally flat, indicating that Jessie had taken the time to tuck away his male package.

When he turned his back to them to place a towel on a bench near the shallow end stairs, he bent over, innocently thrusting his rear end into the air.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Martha whispered.

Grace's laughter grew as she said, "You guys are just too freaking weird!"

"Why?" Martha laughed again. "Because I'm a heterosexual woman who's attracted to feminine man in a one piece, or because he's heterosexual man who enjoys the attentions of a butch giantess? I don't see anything weird about any of this!"

They were both approaching being drunk, but having a great time.

"Oh, stop it. There's nothing butch about you except your job and so what. If a man teaches elementary school, people don't say that he's girly."

"The people I work with do," Martha replied with raised eyebrows.

"Ok, yeah," Grace conceded, "but a lot of the people you work with also think that the world is flat, wearing aluminum foil hats will keep the satellites from reading their thoughts and that Louis Armstrong was the first man on the moon. You hire them for their strength - not their brains. You know that you're as pretty as a picture or as tough as nails - whichever you want, whenever you want to be. There's nothing butch about that. You're just who you are; a strong, successful woman who just happens to have found her soulmate who just happens to be a perfect juniors-size-two."

Martha sighed and watched Jessie swimming for a few minutes, comparing him to Bill and, in a way, to her ex-husband. Both Bill and her ex were gorgeous male specimen. Strong, broad, confident and had that take-charge kind of personality which Martha admired in others, but didn't want in her home. She needed to rule her roost - She always had. When she was married and both partners needed to be in charge, well that certainly helped to destroy her marriage. She had that 'take charge' trait in spades and she didn't need to be in competition with a similarly minded person in her own home.

Jessie, on the other hand, was eager to please, easy to please and as cute as a button. He made her smile and laugh and he made her want him, so very, very badly. Even right now, knowing what was tucked into the crotch that swim suit, a swim suit that would have been too small on her when she was fourteen years old, she wanted him. She wanted him in her, and she wanted her tongue and fingers in him. She'd never been as open and intimate with anyone before. She just... needed him. Yes. That was it. She just needed him.

Just then, she was shaken from her thoughts as Bill dove off the diving board accompanied by cheers and applause from Grace and Jessie. Martha had only barely registered it, but she realized that Bill's dive had been fairly complicated and very well executed.

As he was climbing out of the water to return to the diving board, Martha joined the applauding.

"Isn't he wonderful?" Grace asked Martha, who nodded.

"Can you teach me to do that?" Jessie asked Bill.

"Sure," Bill said, extending a hand to the much smaller man, pulling him nearly completely out of the water, causing Jessie to giggle girlishly.

Bill lifted Jessie onto the board, as if he were the quintessential, mid twentieth-century, helpless female, then stood behind him, giving instructions and holding Jessie by the hips while Jessie bent over, listened to Bill and tried to concentrate on the required moves.

With Jessie's rear up in the air, just inches from Bill's crotch, Martha felt a pang of jealousy at their innocent intimacy. It occurred to her what Bill, if he were so inclined, was capable of doing to her little lover in this position and, for the very first time in her life, she understood why some women suffered from that very specific form of envy that Freud had written about. She was a woman and she loved being a woman, but her mind wandered to a fantasy that she'd never had before and she wondered what it must feel like to insert a delicate and sensitive part of your body into the body of another person - a person that you loved. It must be wonderful.

She let out a shivering sigh which was louder than she'd intended.

Grace never took her eyes off of Bill and Jessie, but spoke to Martha. "I know what you mean. I'd love to be in Jessie's position, right now, and I bet that you'd love to be Bill, wouldn't you?"

Martha blushed a bit, but didn't reply.

Grace took her hand and said, "Wouldn't you?" again.

Martha just looked at Grace and smiled, just the tiniest bit. Grace smiled more broadly. "It's a brave new world for you two, Marty. Just go with it, ok?"

As Jessie jumped from the board, Bill clapped and cheered, "Atta girl!" to him.

They watched as a Bill, once again, pulled Jessie out of the water with no effort at all.

"When you look at Jessie," Martha asked tentatively, "what do you see?"

"I see a cutie pie," Grace said.

"No," Martha got serious, "you know what I mean. What do you see when you look at him?"

Grace realized that Martha was being serious. "Well... I'm not sure if I'm looking at a boy or a girl, but I am sure about one thing... she's blossoming into a lovely woman. She's cute and flirty and she's in love with you."

Martha nodded. "You said 'she.' 'She's' cute and 'she's' in love." She watched Jessie laughing with a Bill, who was obviously enjoying the attention of a pretty, young woman. "That's what I see, too."

"Is that going to be a problem for you?"

Martha shrugged. "I keep telling myself that it shouldn't be, but... Gracie, I have fairly high-profile position in this community. What will people think?"

"Honestly, if you let other people decide who you're allowed to love, then maybe you don't deserve to be happy."

The harsh words hit Martha hard for a moment. "You're right, you know. If I let him go, I'll never be happy again. I know that sounds melodramatic, but I've never felt this way about anyone before. I need him to be with me whether people think he's a boy or a girl or a man or a woman. Screw everyone else. I'm going to be with him... or her... I don't know and I don't care. I'm going to be with Jessie."

"That's the Marty Bradley that I know!"

Martha laughed again and nodded to Grace. "Thanks, hon."

Martha smelled the vegetables being chopped and prepped for an omelet before she reached the kitchen on Monday morning. She fully expected to see Grace sitting at the table scoffing down a hearty breakfast, but she was surprised to see Bill sitting there, as well. He rose as Martha entered the room.

"I should be going, I guess. I've got a meeting at 10:30. Bye, Grace." He kissed her cheek. "Bye, Marty," he kissed her cheek, but continued, "you look especially beautiful this morning. That color suits you."

She was a bit surprised to get a fashion endorsement from Bill, but she appreciated it. She was wearing a pinkish-cream colored suit with a loose, playful skirt. It was one of her favorite suits, but she wasn't sure that it was always appropriate. The 'playful' quality of the flouncy skirt didn't say, 'I mean business,' the way that a tailored look did. This morning, she just felt like a woman in love, so she wanted to look pretty - not just good.

"Well, thanks, Bill. Nice to see you this morning. You don't have to run out on my account."

Bill laughed. "I'm not leaving on your account, but I do have to run." He kissed her cheek, again. "I'll be back on Wednesday afternoon. Take care of my girls until then, ok?"

"You got it, Bill."

She sat as Bill gave a Jessie a big hug and a peck on his cheek. "Thanks for a great meal, young lady. That should hold me till Wednesday."

Jessie gave Bill a peck as well and said, "Go on, you. Get out of here."

Then he turned to Martha, "Marty? Would you like a veggie omelette or a western...? Anything you'd like."

"Would a western made with egg whites be too much to ask?"

Jessie made a face at the question. "Please. I'll make you whatever you want. Just give me five minutes."

Grace pushed a carafe of coffee over to Martha, who took it and examined it. "Jess, where are you finding all these kitchen things?"

"In your storage room," he replied as he busied himself with his cooking. "It was in a box marked 'Kitchen Stuff.' None of it was opened."

Martha looked at Grace. "Who knew? Unused wedding presents."

As Jessie moved away, Grace leaned in, "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but after I do your hair, your boy toy and I are going shopping for a new wardrobe. A more feminine wardrobe. Dresses, to be precise. After our chat last night, I kind of wanted your input on this before I took him to Dobson's."

Martha watched Jessie cooking; his silk nightie and robe hanging so sweetly over his little body. He had, obviously, brushed his hair before coming down, wanting to look good for her. So cute and motherly as he cooked.

"Ok," Martha whispered back, "but, please do a couple of things for me."

"Sure, Marty. Anything."

"First: please don't let him look silly. Nothing too young or too matronly. Just things that are right for a woman his age. Ok?"

"Of course, honey. You know me. He'll look pretty, I promise."

"Thanks, Grace, but, also, don't let him spend his own money. They know you at Dobson's and they know I've let you use my store account before. Make sure that anything he buys goes on my account. If you have any problems, talk to Meg in the customer service office. I'll call and let her know that you'll be coming today."

"Here you go." Jessie was headed to the table with Martha's omelet, a glass of tomato juice and a plate with piece of home baked sourdough toast, all arranged on a small tray. He placed each item daintily on the table and gave Martha a kiss on the cheek. God, he smelled so good! Floral scented shampoo, lavender skin cream and the general smell of cooking in his skin. "And, by the way," he said as he patted Martha's hair, "Bill was right. You do look beautiful today. I love that outfit on you." Then he hugged her head to his chest and kissed her head and walked away.

Martha thought about the hug, her head pulled to his chest, and she caught Grace's eye. Then she cupped her own breasts and mouthed a message to Grace: "And get him some good, padded bras."

The colors were vivid and varied. The styles were all so different and confusing. The materials were all so gloriously soft and delicate. He didn't even know how to begin to make a choice. When he'd bought clothes before, he just went to Walmart or Target - recently, Goodwill - and grabbed a pair of jeans from the boy's department. There was so much to choose in this women's department that he nearly chickened out and left the store, Grace linked her arm through his and reassured him that she would help him make good choices.

"I don't know. Maybe this is a bad idea," Jessie whispered as Grace walked him through the racks of dresses. "I was sure that I wanted to do this, but I just feel weird, now. What if I'm going too far and Martha doesn't like it?"

"May I help you, ladies?" A lovely woman in her early thirties appeared out of nowhere.

"Yes, please, we could use your help." Grace took over, ignoring Jessie's apprehension. "My friend here has never had the opportunity to shop in a real NICE store, like yours, and she has no idea what styles she'd like."

The woman nodded rubbed Jessie's arm in sympathy. "I understand. Let me get Louise out here. She's our stylist on duty. I think that you'll like her recommendations." Then, she disappeared into the racks.

"See," Grace smiled, "everything will be fine. Marty's going to love that you're getting girlier and Louise will take care of you."

"Do you know Louise?"

"Never heard of her, but she'll take care of you. I promise that we won't leave without something that you'll look and feel great in."

Within moments, a very well dressed woman appeared. She was somewhere between twenty-five and forty, and was dressed and made up as if she was about to host a fancy TV show."

"Good morning, ladies!" She sang her welcome to Jessie and Grace. "How may I help you, today?"

"Good morning, Louise, this is my friend, Jessie."

Louise extended a perfectly manicured hand to Jessie. "Nice to meet you, dear."

"Nice to meet you, too," Jessie smiled.

"Jessie, here, has only recently been able to invest in nice clothing and she is struggling to find her look. We were hoping that you may be able to offer her some guidance." Grace pushed Jessie forward for Louise to inspect.

"Oh, well, that's wonderful, Jessie. Now let me see what we have to work with." She turned him this way and that, mumbling as she measured. "Nice, slender hips. Not too bad in the rear. Not a lot up on top. Is this a padded bra, dear?"

"Yes," Jessie whispered as Louise gave his right bra cup a squeeze to see if it was filled with flesh or cotton.

"We'll take care of that for you and don't worry, once you have a baby, the boob fairy will help you out. It happens to all of us."

The remark made Jessie feel odd - a bit inferior to Louise and Grace. He looked at their breasts with envy and a pang of sadness, but Louise interrupted his thoughts.

"I think that lighter colors will go well with your complexion, sweetheart. Softer yellow, blues, greens, reds, pinks, even soft oranges should be nice, but I'd stay away from overly vivid colors. I think they'd wash you out, unless you want to lighten your hair a little. That would help."

"Oh..." was all that Jessie could muster.

"You know," Grace jumped in, "I've been thinking of lighting his... sorry, her, hair a bit. I think you're right. A few shades lighter and she'd be able to wear anything. What do you think, Jess?"

Jessie realized that neither Louise nor Grace was being mean. They were just doing what women do. They had objectified him. Not in a sexual way, but as a fashion accessory. He had expected to find a dress that would compliment him and make him more attractive to Marty, but he just realized that the dress itself is what women find attractive. He was just expected to be an adequate vehicle for the garment.

"Umm... I'll have to think about that, I guess. I'll need to see what Marty thinks about that before committing to something like that."

"Is Marty your boyfriend?" Louise asked as she took a few more measurements.

"He is," Grace said, "and they are the cutest couple! Honestly, they're so cute that they make me sick!"

Louise laughed. "How long have you been dating?"

"Umm... about a week, I guess," Jessie replied.

"A new romance! How exciting!" the stylist gushed. "So, you want to look your prettiest for this 'Marty' of yours, huh? Well, I promise that he will be dreaming about you every night after I'm done with you, my dear!"

He smiled as she rubbed his upper arm. "Thank you, Louise. That's exactly what I'd like to happen."

"Ok, sweetie, come with me. Let's start with some every day items, then look at some nice dresses."

Before Jessie had been shown a single dress, Louise had managed to talk him into a plethora of panties in many different styles - high cut briefs, low cut briefs, boy shorts, thongs, hipsters, tangas... he waved off the g-string style. All the panties were silky and soft and lacy and pretty. Most were white or beige, but there were some black and some more colorful, too, including a red bra and panty set that Louise indicated would be 'irresistible.'

He had stockings and tights and knee socks and ankle socks and pantyhose and trouser socks...

He had sports bras and padded bras and tees shirt bras and a push-up bra that actually seemed to find something on his skinny frame to push-up.

He had sandals and flats and one inch heels and two inch heels and three inch heels... opened toed shoes and closed toed shoes... shoes that slipped on and shoes that strapped around his tiny ankles, which looked even more tiny with a strap around it.

Finally, Louise announced that he and Grace should take a rest and have some tea while she gathered some dresses to show Jessie.

They sat and poured while Louise left the back room to return to the floor of the store.

The moment that the door closed, Jessie turned to Grace and said, "Grace, I didn't expect all of this! I only have about seven hundred dollars to my name. I can't afford all of this! I bet there's over a thousand dollars worth of underwear and shoes in our order already. Louise is being so nice... I don't want to upset her, but I can't afford all of this!"

"Calm down, girl," Grace laughed. "Don't worry about it. I don't think you fully understand who your 'boyfriend' is. Marty is rich - I mean, REALLY rich. Like, she's one of the wealthiest women in New England. You don't need to worry about money. Not today, not ever."

"I can't take Marty's money for this! I can buy my own clothes - I just can't buy them here. It's way too expensive."

"Oh, poo." Grace was dismissive. "Marty has a charge account here and she knows that we're here to get you all set up. Louise has probably already been told that your order is a special one. She probably doesn't realize that Martha is the Marty that we were talking about, but she probably knows that your order is being taken care of by one of their richer clients."

"...but...." Jessie didn't know if this was right or not. "Shouldn't a guy pay his own way?"

Grace smiled and reached for Jessie's hand. "Sweetheart, we are shopping for dresses for you. On the counter out there, there is a pile of panties, tights, bras and heels. Those aren't 'guy's' clothes, honey. Those are clothes that women use to make their lovers happy. Now, for some weird reason, you and Marty seem to have stumbled into a very old fashioned relationship - except you are fulfilling the part of the woman in this one. I thought that was what you wanted. A woman accepts gifts graciously from her lover."

Jessie took that in. "I know that I'm getting a bit... girly... and I'm doing it for both me and Marty. We both kind of like it, but I kind of thought that we were equals. Both of us part man and part woman, you know? I never thought of Marty as a guy."

"Oh, I don't think anyone would ever think of Marty as a man. She's way too much of a woman for that and she likes getting all dressed up from time to time, too. She's strong and tough and burly, but there's nothing manly about her, but..."

"...but, what?"

"She is the breadwinner, sweetie. Even if you found a great job today, you would never be able bring the kind of money to your relationship that Marty does. She loves you, honey. She's got more money than God and she wants to share it with you, so... just let her do that. Money means nothing to her. You mean everything."

"Oh..." Jessie wiped a tear from his eye, "that's such a sweet thing to say, Grace." He took a napkin from the table and dabbed his eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me, lately. I'm crying at the drop of a hat."

Grace laughed, "It's what girls do, baby. You'll get used to it."

"Are we ready to look at some dresses, now?" Louise sang as she entered the little sitting area.

Jessie stood, "I guess so. I have to be honest, Louise. As a rule, I've never really worn dresses..."

"Don't worry about that, dear." Louise moved behind Jessie and gently guided him back to his seat. "You just sit here and tell Louise what you like and we'll take care of everything for you. Let's start with some casual wear, ok? Something that will look nice in the home, or going to a luncheon."

When she was all ready, Louise called, "Mary!" and a thin and pretty young woman entered wearing a light green shift-dress that hung loosely across her shoulder, draped beautifully across her modest breasts and swung on her hips.

"Oh, that's pretty," Grace breathed. "What do you think Jessie?"

"It's very pretty," Jessie said truthfully, but he was a bit confused as to what was going on.

"It would look lovely on you," Louise said. "Should we put it aside for you?"

Jessie laughed nervously. "Oh, I don't... I mean... I would never look good in something like that. It's too... I don't know... that girl is gorgeous. Anything would look good on her. I'm..."

"...exactly the same size as Mary," Louise said. "I chose her because you are the same size and body type. I promise, whatever looks good on Mary will look even better on you, dear."

Jessie glanced at the woman and then at Grace. He knew that he looked cute in the shorts and tops that she'd been providing him and that the outfit he wore to the brunch was nice, but this girl, this Mary, she was a knockout. Was it really possible for him to look that beautiful?

Maybe it was...

...and that thought set in motion a tingle in his panties that he did not expect.

Imagine being that beautiful.

Imagine what that would be like. To have people look at you and think that you were beautiful.

Imagine what that would feel like. To be an object of desire and to feel clothes that beautiful swishing around your hips and butt and legs.

It must be wonderful.

It must be sexy.

It must be heavenly.

"Jessie?"

"Huh? What?" He was shaken from his reverie by Grace's voice.

"Louise is asking you a question." She pointed at the saleswoman who seemed concerned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Louise. Sometimes I am such an airhead. What did you say?"

Louise seemed relieved that Jessie had rejoined the conversation. "I was asking if you'd like us to keep this dress aside for you?"

"I... I don't know. Grace, what do you think?"

Grace seemed to find Jessie's distracted attitude adorable. She giggled, "Yes, I think you should take that dress, Jess." Then, she turned to Louise, "Do you think we could get a bottle of water for my little friend, here? I think that she's finding this whole experience a bit overwhelming."

"Of course. Of course." Louise walked to a mini fridge and instructed Mary, "Please, change into the next dress, Mary."

"Are you ok?" Grace whispered.

Jessie shook his head to clear it. "I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, your face is flushed and your breathing was odd. If I had to guess, I'd say that you'd either just had a seizure or and orgasm."

Jessie's eyes shot open. Had he actually...? No, but it was close.

"Did you?" she asked.

"Here you go." Louise handed Jessie a small bottle of water.

"Thank you, Louise. You're the best." Jessie took the bottle and took a sip.

"Mary, we're ready!" Louise callers as she settled on a tall chair to Jessie's left.

Jessie turned to Grace and mouthed, "No. I didn't." But he knew that the only reason he hadn't was because they'd interrupted him. His guilty smile made Grace giggle some more.

When the 'fashion show' had ended, Grace and Jessie left the store with the load of new lingerie, the shoes they had selected, a few pieces of moderately priced jewelry, a half-dozen blouses, the same number of skirts, seven different every day dresses, a raincoat and a very pretty little-black-dress which Louise assured him was a staple of every woman's wardrobe. He had changed into a new bra and pantie set, a new pair of two-inch sandals and sundress that he had fallen in love with. It had a light grey background with delicate white flowers, green leaves and stems and blue butterflies printed on it. It was young, but appropriate, and swung around his knees enticingly. It had thin straps and that revealed his narrow shoulders - which he'd always been embarrassed by in the past - in a beautiful and feminine manner. It was the first dress he'd ever worn and the first time he'd ever stepped out onto the street feeling sexy and attractive. He loved it.

They walked, chatted and window-shopped till they came to a little coffee shop and Grace suggested that they have something for lunch. She ordered a panini, Jessie got a small salad with grilled tuna and they took their food out back to a patio area where there were small, round tables and a small play-area for children. The area overlooked a valley with a large river flowing far down below.

"Oh, this is delicious," Jessie moaned after his first bite. "What do they put in this dressing? It's delicious!"

Grace laughed at Jessie's typical enthusiasm. She found him fascinating and adorable. The perfect girlfriend with whom to spend an a day out shopping.

As they nibbled, Grace said, "So, tell me the truth. You like it, don't you?"

Jessie nodded his head. "The salad? Yes, it's delicious."

"No, silly. Not the salad. The dress. You like wearing the dress, don't you?"

He smiled and dabbed his lips with a napkin. "I do, but probably not the way you think."

"Oh, please. I saw you nearly cream your panties just a half an hour ago. Don't tell me that it doesn't turn you on to look like this."

Jessie smiled, a bit abashed, and his cheeks reddened a little. "That... that wasn't the clothes. Louise said that I'd be even prettier than Mary and, well, it made me a little... excited, I guess. Honestly, I never wore a woman's clothes before last week and I'm only doing it because, since meeting Marty, it just feels... right, you know?"

Grace accepted that, "...but, you like wearing the dress, don't you?"

"I do, Grace. I really do like it. I feel... free and right and I love how people look at me. I feel like 'me' for the very first time and I know that Marty likes it, too... at least I hope that she likes me going this far."

"Oh, honey, she's going to adore this. You are breathtaking, sweetie, and I think that it's time to add a little more makeup, too. When Marty comes home, she's going to fall in love all over again."

Jessie was about to respond, when a voice interrupted them. "Grace! Grace!" it called from the door to the restaurant.

Grace recognized the woman, who was pushing a folding stroller and had a very little girl by the hand, and she waved for the woman to come and join them.

As the woman tried to push the stroller, tow the toddler and balance the tray, Jessie jumped up, hurried as quickly as his new heels would allow.

"Here, let me take this." He smiled at the woman and took the tray, then smiled sweetly at the little girl, offered a hand and said, "Hi. I'm Jessie. Why don't you come with me so mommy can push your little..." he looked at the harried woman, "...brother?" the woman nodded, "to our table."

The child smiled and took Jessie's hand as they all proceeded to the table.

"Heather!" Grace called as she hugged the woman, "How are you? I haven't seen you since the baby was born."

Jessie pulled two chairs to their table and lifted the little girl into the chair, then took the stroller from the woman and positioned it near the child.

"Oh, Grace," Heather said with an exhausted breath, "I'm great, but this is our first day out without daddy, so... I'm running out of gas, I'm afraid."

Grace kissed her, then turned her attention to the bundle of blue blankets in the stroller. "And this must be little Joshua? Oh, Heather, he's gorgeous. Congratulations. You did a good job on him!"

Heather laughed. "Thanks. He is a good looking boy, isn't he. He's the spit and image of his daddy."

Grace turned her attention to the little girl and said, "and how is the beautiful Miss Jessica?" She tickled the child's sides and she reacted with more laughter than necessary. Obviously, this was a ritual that had been performed many times before.

"Good," the child said between giggles.

"Oh, my goodness!" Jessie said to the child with a great deal of over enthusiasm. "Your name is Jessica!?" The child nodded. "My name is Jessie and, look! We both have white flowers on our dresses. Well, we're practically twins! We'd better not sit too closely or your mommy might think that I'm you!" Then he turned to the women. "What do you think? Don't we look alike?" The child beamed with joy as Jessie placed his face right next to Jessica's and they looked at her mother.

"Almost identical," Heather laughed, delighted that her daughter had found a friend right at the moment when her own patience was waning due to exhaustion. She placed a small plate with a tuna sandwich on it in front of Jessica while Jessie shook open a napkin and tucked it into the child's collar.

Jessie moved Jessica's plate closer and suddenly let out a shocked breath. "Oh, my goodness! Are you eating tuna for lunch!?"

Jessica grinned and nodded, thrilled by Jessie's attention and enthusiasm.

"You'll never guess what I had for lunch! I had tuna, too! Isn't that amazing!? I think we really are twins!!"

Jessie began helping the little girl with her sandwich while Grace said, "This is, obviously, Jessie. She's living at Marty's place, too. And, I guess, she's really good with kids."

Jessie glanced at Heather, "Hi!" he grinned as he cut the sandwich into tiny pieces for the child.

"Jess, this is Heather. Marty and I went to school with her older sister and Heather used to work at my salon. Now, she has her own place downtown."

Heather smiled at the young lady who was being such a good caretaker for her child. She sat and exhaled heavily. What a godsend to have somebody help her out!

"How old are you, Jessica?" Jessie asked in a slightly sing-song voice.

The child smiled and held up three fingers while stating, "Three," quite emphatically.

"Wow! You're almost a grown up!"

The child laughed and Jessie encouraged a bite of the sandwich. Their conversation continued in this vein for the duration of the time it took Jessica to finish her meal. Eventually, Jessica began to chatter away about everything and anything. Jessie loved it.

When her sandwich was finished, Jessie offered to take her to the swings at the end of the patio area. Jessica loved the idea. "Ask your mommy, first," he told her.

"Mommy, please, can I go to the swings with Jessie!?"

"Well," Heather warned, "you can go if you promise to be a very good girl for Jessie."

"I will, mommy! I promise! I'll be a very good girl for Jessie!" She beamed at him in excitement.

"Of course you will," Jessie smiled gently at her, "I wouldn't expect anything else from a pretty girl like you."

The beam grew brighter as Jessie and Jessica walked away, hand in hand, to the swings.

"Do you know if she babysits?" Heather asked Grace.

"I don't know, but she sure seems to like children, doesn't she?"

Heather smiled and nodded in agreement as she watched her little girl being pushed by the beautiful girl in the flowered dress.

"She's stunning. How do you know her?"

"Like I said, she's staying at Marty's for the time being. I'm beginning to think that it may become permanent. But, then again, I was only staying a few days and God knows how long I've been there. You know Marty."

Just then, the baby boy in the stroller began to stir and grumble. "Looks like someone's waking up," Heather sighed.

Grace could see that she was tired. "Have you had any time to yourself since he was born?"

Heather laughed. "Are you kidding!? I've been running the business from home while Dave works, then running to the salon when he gets home at night. Both the kids are really, really good, but they require a lot of attention. Nothing new, I know. I mean moms have had the same issues for a couple of millennium, but..." she sighed and started digging a bottle from the huge diaper bag she'd had on her shoulder, "... it ain't easy."

"I'm sorry hon." Grace rubbed her friend's bicep, "but look at how wonderful Jessica is. She's happy and has a great personality. I'm sure that Josh will be the same. Soon enough, they'll be more independent."

Heather laughed again, "Yep. Soon enough!"

Joshua began a full out demand for lunch as Heather secured a nipple to the bottle of breastmilk. Just then, Jessica appeared and grabbed her mother's arm. "Mommy, mommy! Come see the flowers that Jessie showed me!"

"I'm sorry," Jessie shrugged. "She suddenly wanted mommy."

Heather nodded, then looked at the little girl. "I'll come as soon as I can, honey, but your brother wants his lunch right now."

"No, mommy, please, please. Come now, mommy, please."

"Honey..." Heather shook her head in exhaustion and looked at Jessie, shaking her head.

"I can feed him, if you want," Jessie smiled, sure that Heather would rather take a walk with Jessica than hold the warm baby on a warm day.

"Really?" Heather was quite surprised. "You wouldn't mind!?"

"Are you kidding? I love babies. I used to watch the neighbor's kids after school or when their mom had to run errands. I can handle him for you. I promise."

Relieved, but unsure that Joshua would accept her, Heather stood and handed Jessie her son. He laid the child on his padded breast and shoulder and shh-ed his cries as he sat and maneuvered him into a feeding position. When offered a nipple, Joshua latched on and started to suckle on the bottle, contented that he was in loving hands.

Heather smiled as Jessica pulled on her hand and demanded attention, eventually turning and hustling with her daughter to the swings to see the flowers that had so enchanted her.

"Seriously? You're a babysitter, too? Next thing you'll be telling me is that you were a Girl Scout. Did your parents not know that you were a boy?"

Jessie smiled as he watched the baby suckle. "Like I said, my dad always taught me to help if I could and my neighbors had a slew of kids, so... it just sort of happened that I learned how to be a babysitter. I do love kids, though."

Grace could see that. Jessie was a born caretaker. "Do you ever want your own?"

"I do, but what kind of a father would I make for a baby? Look at me. I look more like a mommy than a daddy."

"Then be a mommy. The child wouldn't care as long as you loved him."

His smile got sad. "Yeah, but... I can't be a mom and, like I said... I just don't see it in my future if I keep living this way."

Grace watched him some more. "Have faith, little girl. Anything can happen. Have faith."

Jessie shifted his attention back to the baby just as he finished the bottle. He lifted him gently and deftly to his shoulder where he'd laid a cloth and he gently bounced and tapped the baby until he brought up some gas and just a little bit of milk.

As the baby relaxed, Jessie lowered him back to his lap as he cooed and encouraged him. "Oh, what a good boy you are. Yes, you are. Yes, you are. Did you like your lunch? Yes, you did, didn't you?"

Grace watched in wonder as this pretty, little young man in the pretty little dress, ran his fingers along the edges of his pretty hair and tucked it behind his ears so that he could mother the child in his lap - child that was not his and, in fact, he had met him only a half-hour earlier. It was amazing. There weren't many women in the world who were this sweet and maternal.

Suddenly, the child's fists clenched and he turned a dark shade of red. Jessie continued to coo and encourage, but Grace became concerned. "Jessie, is he ok!? He's turning red!"

Jessie continued to speak in the same, motherly voice, "Oh, he's just fine, isn't he? He's just making a boom-boom. Sometimes, especially if mom is taking vitamins with iron, babies can get a little constipated. Can't they? Can't they?"

Suddenly, the baby relaxed and smiled.

"See, he's fine," Jessie smiled at the child, then at Grace. "You haven't been around babies much, I guess."

"Never," Grace said. "I'm the youngest in my family, so babies and diapers... yuck. I'll go get Heather to change him."

Jessie looked around. The lunch crowd had thinned considerably and there was no one sitting near them. "No. Let her enjoy some time with Jessica. I'll change him, right here."

"Jessie! There's poop in those diapers!"

Jessie laughed at Grace's repulsion, "He's a baby, Grace. Babies need to be changed." He turned back to Joshua, "Don't they? Yes, they do!"

With barely a second thought, Jessie reached into the diaper bag and pulled out the items he'd need to change the child. He laid a towel across a vacant chair, undid the crotch of Joshua's onesie, pulled out the tabs on the disposable diaper, used it to wipe his rump mostly clean, wiped him down with a baby wipe, powdered him, re-diapered him, reattached his onesie and carried the child and the dirtied diaper across the patio to dispose of the soiled item, bouncing slightly all the way to the joy of the ecstatic child.

As Jessie and Joshua arrived back at the table, so too did Heather and Jessica.

"I'm sorry we were gone so long. I hope he wasn't a bother!" Heather said sincerely. "Whew! You certainly got my little girl excited about those flowers," she laughed.

"No problem at all," Jessie said. "Their both absolute angels. He drank up everything for me." The entire time that Jessie stood and held the child, he bounced just the slightest bit to keep Joshua happy.

"He drank everything and he even made a little present in his diaper," Grace tossed in as she stood as well.

"Oh?" Heather reached for her son. "Does he need to be changed?"

"He's all set." Jessie smiled broadly as he kissed the child's forehead and handed him to his mother. "Oh, my God, babies smell so good!"

Heather took her son and saw how happy he was. Then she considered how Jessie had made Jessica so happy. "Jessie... you are just a wonder with kids. Both of mine are always so shy and standoffish, but... I don't know... they just seem drawn to you."

He smiled and blushed just a little. "Maybe that's because I'm drawn to them, too. I just adore kids."

"Jessie seems to adore everyone," Grace contributed. "I doubt that Jessie has ever met a person that she didn't like."

Jessie shrugged as he picked up the remains of everyone's lunches and piled them all on one tray, placing that tray on the others so he could carry them all to the trash receptacle. "Like my parents always told me, 'Life's too short to not find the good in everything.' Besides, Heather, you have a bright-eyed, gorgeous son and." He bent to be eye to eye with Jessica and tapped her nose with his right index finger as he said the last part, "such a beautiful and smart little girl." Jessica giggled and hugged herself. "How could I not be drawn to them?"

The wheels were turning in Heather's head, now. "Listen, Jessie. I want to ask you a favor and I want you to know that 'no' is a perfectly acceptable answer."

Jessie looked from Heather to Grace and back again. "Sure, Heather. Whatever I can do to help."

Martha opened the door to her front hall and she could smell another meal cooking - ahh, how wonderful to come home to a home cooked meal - and she could hear a lovely waltz being played on the Steinway in the great room - again, how wonderful. She picked up her mail and was looking through it when the waltz ended and it was followed by someone applauding and saying, "That was wonderful! You're such a good dancer! Now, come back to me and show me how you play that song, again."

That was odd. It sounded like Jessie, but who was he speaking to? Martha put her briefcase down and tore the junk mail in half, dropping it into a waste basket that Jessie had placed near the front door so that Martha didn't leave unwanted mail all over the house. Her attention was grabbed again when she heard the sound of "Mary Had A Little Lamb" being played slowly and laboriously while Jessie sang along, "Three, two, one, two, three, three, three... two, two, two... three, five, five..."

'What the heck...?' She wondered as she wandered down the hallway and turned into the great room just as the song ended and she was shocked to see Jessie sitting on the piano bench with a child, a little girl, on his lap. Both were applauding and cheering the little girl's work as a pianist. It took a moment, but Martha recognized the child as Heather's daughter, Jessica. The child was ecstatic as she received praise from Jessie.

"Oh, look who's here!" Jessie said with a great deal of enthusiasm as Martha entered. "It's Marty! Can you say 'hi' to Marty?"

"Hi, Marty!" Jessica was filled with delight as Jessie bounced her on his knees.

"Hi," said Martha, still confused, but suddenly more interested in Jessie's appearance than the child. He was wearing more makeup than usual, not in any way overdone, but definitely more noticeable. A little more color on his face, some eyeliner, and, although he was still seated, she was sure he was wearing a dress.

"You know Jessica, right?"

"Of course I do," Martha said, hurrying to the child to kiss and squeeze her cheeks. "I'm just surprised to see her here. Is your mommy here, honey?"

"Nope. Jessie has me today."

Jessie laughed, "I met Jessica and Heather and her little brother, Joshua, earlier and we hit it off. I'm just watching her for a few hours while her mom takes Josh to the doctor's for a checkup. Tell Marty what we did this afternoon."

"We made cupcakes for you and we made chicks and Gordon's blue for you."

Jessie laughed and clarified, "That's right, chicken cordon bleu and cupcakes for dessert. Jessica helped me do everything and guess what! She can play 'Mary had a Little Lamb' all by herself, can't you sweetheart?"

The child nodded and immediately started playing the tune while singing the lyrics along to keep her place. When she was done, both Martha and Jessie applauded enthusiastically.

"Ok," Jessie said with just the right tone of maternal guidance, "why don't we go get Marty's dinner on the table, ok? She's had a long hard day, so let's get her some food."

Jessie lowered the child to the floor and stood. That's when Martha got a good look at the dress he was wearing. It was subtle and delicate and feminine and just plain gorgeous on him. It took her breath away for a moment. He looked like the perfect, young mother with the perfect little girl at his side. Martha wanted to grab him and take him to bed right then and there, but...

Jessie saw the look on Martha's face and doubt crept into his thoughts. "What? You don't like it, do you? It's too much, right?"

"Too, much!? Are you kidding? It's perfect. You look absolutely beautiful. I love it!"

"You look beautiful," Jessica tossed in as well as she pulled Jessie towards the kitchen. He smiled and followed dutifully.

"Heather is on her way back I hope you don't mind, I invited her to stay for dinner. I think Grace will be joining us, too, but she wasn't sure how long her 4:00 appointment would take."

Martha watched as the skirt swayed playfully around Jessie's knees. He looked so comfortable and natural dressed this way. How could he not be a girl?

While Jessie sent Jessica to the table with napkins, Martha sneaked up behind him and her hand moved to his rear end. His breath hesitated as Martha ran her hand up and around the soft roundness of his butt. She could feel the soft material of the dress, the silkiness of the dress's lining and the his panties. It was all so erotic and girly.

For Jessie, he felt soft and feminine, too, and a little vulnerable - in a good way. Martha's large hand and firm grip made it clear to him that she was more powerful and in control. He felt submissive and appreciated.

"Not now, silly," he whispered in a giggle. "We have a guest. Go get changed and, after dinner we'll have time for this."

Martha leaned in close, "I love you."

"I love you, too." He shivered as her hand gave one last squeeze.

"I want you." She bit his ear before moving away.

"I want you, too," he whispered, breathlessly, as Martha headed to the bedroom.

"Did I do it good?" the child called from the table where the napkins were placed as neatly as a three-year-old could place a napkin next to the plates.

Jessie grabbed a handful of silverware and headed to the table, "You did great, Jess! Look how nice everything looks!" Jessie placed the silverware in the appropriate spots, then picked up the little girl, held her against his torso with his arm supporting her bottom and spun in a circle. "You are such a big help! Thank you, thank you!"

As her shrieks of joy were resounding, Heather's voice came from the front door, "Hi! I'm here!"

"Mommy!" Jessica shouted as she was lowered to the floor and ran to greet her mother. By the time Heather was in the kitchen, Jessica was already in her arms, telling her mother all about the things she had done that day.

"Aww," Jessie moaned, mellow dramatically. "No Joshua?"

"Nope," Heather giggled. "He and his daddy are spending a little father/son bonding-time together this evening. Besides, he was out like a light after his doctor's appointment."

Jessica played 'Mary Had A Little Lamb' for her mom, a little less steadily without Jessie's help, while Jessie plated the food in the kitchen. By the time Martha returned to the kitchen and the food was on the table, Grace showed up and they all sat down to a great meal and conversation. Jessica sat next to Jessie, who cut up her food and chatted with both her and the women throughout the meal, making sure that the child was included in everything.

By the time dinner was done at 6:45, Jessica was exhausted and clingy, which didn't bother Jessie in the least. He carried her to the countertop, where he placed her so that they could continue their chat while he loaded the dishwasher and hand-washed a few items.

As, Heather pulled her pocketbook up onto her shoulder and prepared to leave, she said, "Jessie, thank you for a lovely dinner and for helping me out so much today. I really needed a break and Jessica can be so fussy with strangers, but she sure loves you!"

Jessie, who was still holding the child, kissed her head and handed her to her mother saying, "Oh, thanks, but she is such an angel. How could I not love her, too. Bye, honey. I'll see you soon and I'll teach you another song on the piano."

Jessica smiled and waved, then hugged her mother and laid her tired head on her shoulder.

"Ugg." Heather gave an exaggerated groan at the child's weight. "She's getting so big! Well, thanks again, and you are going to make a great mom when you find the right guy, Jessie." She kissed his cheek. "I'll call you. Bye, bye."

And out the door they went.

"Well," Grace said, "I should go, too. Good night, Marty. Thanks for everything." She kissed Martha on the cheek, then turned to look at Jessie. "Doesn't he just look beautiful?"

Martha smiled. She looked at her pretty, little boyfriend in his flawless makeup and flirty little dress. Then she thought about the way he had mothered Jessica while he took care of dinner and cleaning up. How soft his mannerisms were. How feminine he was. Then she thought of the cute little - well, not that little - penis tucked into the silky panties that were beneath the silky lining of that flowered dress and she wanted him more than she could express. "He's a goddess."

Grace laughed and kissed Jessie's cheek. "He is, isn't he? Love you, both."

As Grace left, Martha embraced the small, pretty man and ran her hands down his back to his plump, little rump and pulled him close, caressing all the silky, soft material between her hands and his body.

"You really are my little goddess, Jess. The more I'm with you, the more I think of you as a woman and the more I want you." She pulled him closer, kissed him and drove her tongue deep into his throat. He accepted it willingly and leaned his head back to allow her as much access as possible.

When the kiss broke, he smiled up at the powerful woman holding him, exciting him and caressing him through three layers of thin, soft, silky material. "The more I'm with you, the more I feel like myself and, it looks like, I am becoming more of a woman everyday. I don't know why, but it feels right for me to be this way when I'm with you."

They kissed again and, again, he accepted her tongue as deeply as possible.

This time, when the kiss broke, he slide down to kneel in front of her, nibbling one of her nipples through her blouse and bra and he passed it. She shuddered as he continued to his knees.

The skirt of the dress spread around his knees. That combined with the styled hair, makeup, painted nails and the smell of a subtle perfume made for a very feminine presence kneeling before her. Again, she felt like a penis would be a great thing to have right now. Not that she didn't love being a woman, but it would be nice, nonetheless.

As Jessie nibbled the zipper of her slacks and unfastened the button on her waist-band, Martha said, "You looked like quite the pretty mommy with Jessica, this evening."

Jessie continued to unbutton and unzip as he smiled up at Martha. God, that smile! He was just adorable.

"Just a babysitter. I was just helping out while Heather took the baby to the doctor. She is a beautiful girl, though, isn't she?"

He lowered the slacks to the floor and pulled them past Martha's feet. "You're both beautiful girls, Jessie." Martha shivered as Jessie nibbled at the front panel of the skimpy thong that she was wearing.

His tongue slipped into the panty and passed across her vaginal lips causing Martha to breathe in an excited breath. Jessie smiled at the reaction and looked at his lover's strong, beautiful body with desire and envy. "Do you like me looking like a girl? If it's too much, I can go back to my boy clothes." He licked her again.

Martha made a joyous, guttural noise. "If you grow breasts and a vagina and I'd still love you, Jessie. I've never known a boy or a man or a woman or a girl like you before. You are everything I need and everything I want."

Jessie smiled, again, then pulled the little, silk panel to the side and went to work on Martha in earnest. After her second orgasm, with her knees weak and her body growing sweaty, she lifted him from the floor and kissed her own juices from his face as she pulled up the soft material of his dress' skirt, reached into his silk panties to pull his penis from its tucked position and used it as a handle to pull him, quickly, to the bedroom, where she dropped him on the bed, pulled off the panties, raised his skirts onto his chest, threw his legs onto her shoulders and, as she still stood, thrust his erect member deeply into herself. She felt strong. Masculine and feminine at the same time. Enraptured, satisfied and, more than anything, loved, as she took everything she could from Jessie.

And he felt the same.

It had been six months since that fateful day at the bank.

It had been three months since Jessie had gotten his luscious, B-cup implants and they were looking more natural everyday.

It was Christmas Eve and that meant that it was fifty-two days till their wedding day on February 14, Valentines Day.

Martha was a least forty-five minutes for the festivities, but the work Christmas Party had run a bit late. It didn't matter, Jessie understood and everyone would have a drink in one hand and a plate of food in the other when she joined them. Jessie was a consummate hostess. No one would notice that she wasn't even there till she arrived.

All the cars in the driveway indicated that the party was in full swing. That made Martha smile. When she got out of the car, she could hear laughter and music. Someone was playing the piano. Whoever it was, it certainly wasn't Jessie. He - she should stop thinking like that. Jessie was keeping his male equipment, but there was no question that he was now and forever a she - regardless - Jessie played much more beautifully than whoever was beating a tune out of the instrument, now. It didn't matter. Everyone was singing along, "Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say..."

When she opened the door the sound of chatter, music and sheer joy was overwhelming. Jessie had brought all of this into her home. His need for family and friends - well, family, really. Everyone with whom Jessie became friends also became a part of his family. She'd never met anyone like him. He loved everyone and everyone loved him, but no one loved him the way that she did, she adored him and he adored her.

She'd never believed in miracles before, but then she met Jessie. Now, she saw miracles every day and every where. Here was evidence of that right in front of her. All of this joy, friendship and love right here in the house that had once been a place of sadness and loneliness. It was a true miracle.

The hugs and kisses that greeted Martha as she entered the great room were too numerous to mention. There were new friends and old friends and relatives that she had hardly seen from year to year before, but, now, Jessie made sure that everyone got a phone call or an email every few days. He was amazing and he made her life so much better.

Eventually, Martha made her way to the kitchen where Jessie and some of the younger women were carrying beautifully plated food into the dinning room. He was gorgeous. His simple white blouse over a shiny, Christmas red, wide, high-waisted, pleated skirt that reached to just below his knees. His lips matched the skirt perfectly, as did the chunky jewelry around his neck and wrist, as well as his fingernails and his toenails, which peeked out of matching, red, open toed heels.

The perfect wife for a hard working woman.

In his right hand, he carried, waitress-style, a platter with a sliced pork roast surrounded by braised root vegetables. On his left hip was beautiful, little Joshua who had grown to adore Jessie as much as his sister, Jessica, did.

Jessica was smiling broadly as she carried a bowl of mashed potatoes. Jessica had become quite the little pianist herself, receiving several one-on-one tutoring sessions every week while her mom dealt with business or bringing Joshua to doctor's appointments. If you saw them together, you'd swear that Jessica and Jessie blood relatives. He was a perfect caretaker for the child.

He'd be a perfect caretaker for any child and, after the wedding, that was something that Martha and Jessie were going to have to look into. She'd already gotten lots of information from adoption agencies. It would take a little while, but they'd have a little one of their own pretty soon.

"Marty!" Grace called from the counter.

Martha kissed her friend's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Grace."

"Merry Christmas, honey. This is a great way to spend Christmas Eve. Your little guy is quite the hostess, isn't he?"

Martha laughed, "He is, isn't he. Look at him. Pretty as a picture and he has everything under control. Unbelievable."

Grace smiled at her friend as Martha continued to watch Jessie. "You guys really are a perfect couple, you know. He needed a family and you needed..."

"A wife," Martha said. "I needed a wife and now I have the perfect, beautiful little homemaker. He is the best Christmas present I could have ever asked for, Grace. I am a very lucky woman."

Grace smiled, "And so is he, babe. He is one, very lucky, woman."
 
THE END... until next time.