“Yes. One major benefit is that you’re a good cook. I enjoy cooking, but on days when I work, it’s challenging. You’ve taken care of that chore. Another benefit is having regular sex. The girls at work are jealous of my meals and my smile!”

“I’m so glad you discuss our sex life at work. Slash sarcasm. I know you had a bad divorce. Are you averse to getting married again?”

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“I didn’t ask that. I asked if you were opposed to being married again.”

“Not if you promise to love, honor, and obey me,” she gave me a loving kiss.

“Love and honor are no problem. The obeying part might be a challenge.”

“You’re such a goofball.” She punched my shoulder, hugged me, and we kissed passionately.

I asked Megan to grab her coat and purse. We drove to the Denver Tech Center.

Jay Feder Jewelers had been the preference of many former co-workers and friends.
Years ago, they were located on the Sixteenth Street Mall in downtown Denver, literally across the parking lot where Megan works.

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“Why are we here? You haven’t proposed to me.” Megan chuckled.

“Megan Hawkes, would you marry me?”

“You’re so romantic. What was it you said this morning? Slash sarcasm.”

A big hug and a loving kiss. “Yes, John Knight, I would be honored to marry you.”

From behind the counter, Jay’s wife, Celia, could only laugh.

“What am I going to do with you? Just wait ‘til I get you home!”

Celia helped us pick out a wedding set with matching bands. While Megan was at the other end of the counter, I quietly asked Celia to find a necklace and earring set that would match the wedding ring. She nodded. “You can pick that up when you come back to get the rings. We will gift wrap after you approve.”

After we agreed on the bands, we selected the appropriate diamonds for the rings. Luckily, they had the engagement ring and diamond in stock. It took just a few minutes to set the stone. I dropped to one knee and placed the ring on Megan’s finger. Celia clapped and cheered her approval. Megan was thrilled to wear her engagement ring out of the store.

We decided to have dinner nearby at Pappadeaux Seafood Kitchen. I drove there, and we enjoyed our meal. Megan kept admiring her engagement ring the whole time. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. We headed back home.

As soon as we stepped into the condo, Megan took my hand. “Come with me, Mister Knight!” She pulled me toward the master bedroom, and we enjoyed wild, passionate sex. “I love you. I’m so excited we're getting married. When and where do we want to hold the ceremony?” she asked.

“Well, since neither of us has relatives in the area, it would be a small ceremony—something like the crowd Dan and Diana had. Or, we could keep it simple and elope. What’s your choice? When do you want to get married?”

After a short discussion, we decided to have a local wedding and plan our honeymoon for a later time. We settled on December 11th for the wedding. Megan’s passport was about to expire; it didn’t make sense to renew it now, only to get a new one after the wedding.

We called several nearby wedding venue locations. They were either booked, or the price was prohibitive. I walked down to the condominium office and asked about using one of the clubhouse rooms. They were able to reserve a room on December 11th. We scheduled a 4:00 PM wedding, followed by a reception.

We searched nearby restaurants to host dinner following the reception. I called Seasons 52, a local restaurant, and reserved a private room for 20 at 6 PM.

With only nine days until the wedding, we would not be able to mail out invitations. I made phone calls to Dan and Diana, Mark and Nancy, Laura and Wanda, and Roger and Lisa. All eight were thrilled and promised to attend.

I thought to ask Mark if we would need to change our loan application. He said it would not be a problem. The mortgage would be issued to John and Megan Knight. Nancy asked if Megan wanted to go dress shopping together. Megan happily agreed, and they arranged for Nancy to pick up Megan on Saturday at 10 AM.

Laura kindly volunteered her nephew to be our photographer. I asked her to invite Rex to bring his girlfriend, Julie, if he wanted to come along.

Wanda generously offered to check with her brother-in-law, a Jefferson County District Judge, to see if he would be available to preside. I also asked her to invite his wife, Patti, to join us.

Friday, December 3, 2004

After a morning session of lustful sex, we dressed and ate breakfast. I went online and scheduled an appointment to get a marriage license. The next available would be on Thursday, December 9th, at 10 AM.

Megan began researching honeymoon ideas. I suggested we might want to invite Dan and Diana to join us. She called Diana, and they both agreed on a cruise after the holidays. Diana needed to get a passport. Megan and Diana will have to visit the Colorado Passport Agency in Aurora to obtain passports with their new married names.

We went to the nearby King Soopers. Megan ordered flowers, cake, and a hors d'oeuvres tray to be picked up on December 11th.

Next was a trip to Davidson's Beer, Wine & Spirits for two bottles of Champagne. I remembered that Dan and Diana had a supply of Champagne flutes. I called Dan to ask if he could bring a dozen flutes to the wedding. He agreed and also offered to bring serving plates and forks. I thanked him.

Saturday, December 4, 2004

After we had satisfied each other sexually, we dressed and ate breakfast. Nancy rang the doorbell at 10 AM to take Megan dress shopping. I spent the day packing and taking boxes to the storage facility.

Nancy and Megan returned mid-afternoon. Megan was tipsy, to say the least. She took a clothing bag to her closet. Megan came back to the kitchen. “You won’t believe the beautiful dress we found. Of course, we had to celebrate with lunch and a couple, maybe three or four glasses of wine!”

“Nancy. You are developing a reputation. I heard this was what happened with Diana. Take them shopping, and get them tipsy at lunch.”

“Oh, just hush, John. She will be just fine, and you can take care of her,” with a hug and a kiss, Nancy departed.

“Nap time for you. I’ll wake you for dinner,” I said, leading Megan back to the bedroom.

I prepared dinner and woke Megan. She came out wearing a dressing gown, ate dinner, and crashed on the couch to supposedly watch a movie. She was down for the count before the first kiss. I carried her back to bed and tucked her in for the night.

Wednesday, December 8, 2004

After preparing breakfast and packing a meal for Megan. I took a shower, shaved, dressed, and drove to Jay Feder Jewelers to pick up our wedding rings and the earrings and necklace for Megan. I secured the jewelry in my document safe.

Thursday, December 9, 2004

I woke up at sunrise, showered, dressed, and prepared breakfast. After we ate, it was time to go to the Arapahoe County Clerk’s Office to get our marriage license.

“Are you sure you want to get married? There’s still time to cancel everything,” I asked.

“Oh, no. You’re not getting out of this that easily,” she retorted.

We got our license, returned home, and continued packing and taking boxes to the storage facility.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

We woke together. Megan removed her panties, climbed on top and lowered her pussy to my waiting tongue. I licked and sucked until she responded and achieved an orgasm. She scooted down and mounted me. After I climaxed, she rolled off, and we hugged and kissed. “You’re a superb lover. I’m happy we’re together,” I stated.

“You exhausted me with multiple fabulous orgasms. I’m looking forward to many more mornings like this.”

“Are you ready to get married?” I asked.

“Yes, my Love. This is going to be a fantastic day for both of us!”

We hugged and kissed, showered together, and dressed for breakfast.

At 1 PM, I took another shower, shaved again, and put on a suit and tie. At 2 PM, Diana rang the doorbell. “Good afternoon, Miss Diana, how are you this afternoon?”

She was wearing a belted, long-sleeve, green sweater dress, with two-inch heels. “I’m doing very well today, thank you for asking.” I gave her a hug and a kiss. “It’s time for you to leave. I will make sure Megan is at the ceremony on time. Dan is in the car waiting for you,” She waved me toward the door.

I pocketed the wedding rings, brought the two bottles of Champagne from the refrigerator, and left. I have been evicted from my condo!

Dan and I went to the grocery store, picked up the flowers, cake, and hors d'oeuvres tray. We brought everything back to the clubhouse and unloaded into the room. Dan set out the Champagne flutes, serving plates, and forks.

Remember, we were in the Denver suburbs, in mid-December. It was cold and blustery at this time of year. An indoor ceremony was appropriate. This was shaping up to be very similar to Dan and Diana’s wedding.

The guests began arriving. It is amazing how fabulous Wanda and Laura look. They could be fashion models. Both greeted me with hugs and kisses. Mark and Nancy came in with Roger and Lisa. Judge Willox and his wife, Patti, came with their daughter, Julie, and Rex, the photographer. Dan had told me the fee for Judge Willox was $500. I had that amount in $100 bills in an envelope and gave it to the Judge before we got started.

Right at 4 PM, Diana came in and sat next to Dan. Megan followed, wearing a long-sleeve gray knit bodycon dress that hugged her curves beautifully. Her smile was as bright as a neon light. She joined me at the podium.

Judge Willox performed the ceremony, we both said “I do”, and exchanged rings. The Judge said I could kiss the bride. The guests cheered and clapped. We cut small pieces of cake and fed each other. Mark opened two bottles of Champagne and filled flutes. Roger cut and served cake. Everyone snacked on the hors d’oeuvres. I reminded everyone to meet at Seasons 52 for a 5 PM dinner reservation. There’s a reservation for the Knight wedding party.

“It’s time we head over to the restaurant for dinner. Does anyone need directions?”

Mark and Nancy helped carry the leftover cake, Champagne, and flowers up to our condo. Everyone filed out and drove to Seasons 52. The wedding party was seated in a side room off the main dining area. I stopped our wait staff and informed her that no matter who said what, I was to receive the bill for the entire dinner, drinks included.

While we were eating, Rex was continually taking pictures. I stopped him and made sure he got something to eat. He thanked me and said he would be taking it to go.

When the dinner was over, our wait staff brought me the bill, as requested. I presented my credit card. She was carrying a scanner, and I added a generous gratuity.

At the end of the evening, as all the guests began to leave, I met with Rex. He popped a memory card out of his camera and handed it to me. I had folded a one-hundred-dollar bill in my hand and shook his hand, transferring the bill to him.

“No, Mr. Knight. I did this for free. My aunt takes care of me; it was a favor for her.”

“Rex. Take the money. I want you to do me a favor. I gather you have access to your aunt’s home. A key or garage door code?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I ask that you please go to King Soopers and pick out a Thank You card, then to the floral department, and get a nice bouquet. You might ask Julie to help with this. Write on the card how much you appreciate everything your aunt does for you, and sign the card. Take the card and flowers to Laura’s house and leave them somewhere conspicuous. With the leftover money, take Julie to a movie and dinner. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Mr. Knight.”

I had a hard time with Sir and Mr. Knight, but I realized I was more than twice his age, and at least someone had taught him some manners.

“Don’t forget to take your to-go dinner with you!”

“Yes, Sir.”

We returned home. It was only 8 PM.

Megan and I retired to the bedroom, undressed, and consummated our marriage. I rolled her onto her back, spread her legs, and began eating her pussy until she was satiated. She rolled me onto my back, climbed on top, impaling herself on my rock-hard penis, and started riding me until I exploded. We rolled onto our sides and cuddled, kissing passionately.

“How was that, Mister John? Were you satisfied?”

“Yes, Mistress Megan Knight! I’m so happy we’re together!”

“I’m very happy. I have to get a new driver’s license!”

“You can do that on Friday.”

We cuddled and drifted to sleep.

Monday, December 13, 2004

Just because we got married on Saturday didn’t relieve Megan from having to get up at 5 AM and go to work. As usual, I got up, fixed breakfast, and packed her dinner. After she left, I showered, shaved, and dressed as Joan in a rust midi-dress with loafers.

I spent the day responding to several business emails. Some required me to access customer systems and make changes or install new software. This had been my job for several years.

Later in the afternoon, I fixed dinner and packaged leftovers for Megan. She returned home at 8 PM. We enjoyed a glass of wine before she retired for the evening.

This routine was repeated on Tuesday and Wednesday.

Friday, December 17, 2004

Diana brought Dawn to visit with Joan while she and Megan went to the Colorado Passport office. On the way, they stopped at the Arapahoe County Motor Vehicle office so Megan could get a new driver's license.

They returned home and booked our cruise and air travel for January 22 through January 29. We would be on the Norwegian Prima, sailing from Port Canaveral. They chose connecting ocean-view balcony rooms on the 7th deck. The itinerary includes Great Stirrup Cay, Bahamas, Montego Bay, Jamaica, Georgetown, Grand Cayman, Cozumel, Mexico, and return to Port Canaveral, Florida. There would be two days at sea. The ship sails at 6:00 PM. Dawn suggested flying to Orlando on Friday.

Megan and Diana booked flights to Orlando with a hotel near the airport. Due to my business travel, I had enough points for us to stay at a Holiday Inn for free. We would return to the airport on Saturday morning for the bus to the ship.

While all the travel arrangements were being completed, Joan and Dawn prepared dinner. We played cards after dinner.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

We celebrated Christmas by starting the day with a session of lustful sex. After waking and going to the bathroom, Megan lay on her back. I teased her lower stomach with my tongue. She began squirming as I licked and nibbled her pussy. She started moaning and thrusting her hips in the air, which made me probe even deeper.

As she succumbed to wave after wave of orgasm that swept through her body, she finally rolled away, grabbed my arms, and pulled me into a hug as her whole body quivered. We lay holding each other as she continued to convulse. When she finally relaxed, she mounted and rode me until I climaxed. We hugged, kissed, and enjoyed being together.

“Thank you, my love. What a wonderful way to start our first Christmas together!” She kissed me.

I gave Megan the necklace and earrings I had purchased when we picked out our wedding rings.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.

Monday, December 27, 2004

We repeated our morning routine. Megan got up at 5 AM and got ready to go to work. I got up, fixed breakfast, and packed her dinner. After she left, I showered, shaved, and dressed as John in jeans, a flannel shirt, and sneakers. Not much was happening at any of my clients during the holiday season. I spent the day responding to a few business emails.

I finished packing everything we would not need for the next three days. This included most of the pantry and dishware. Later in the afternoon, I fixed dinner and packaged leftovers for Megan. She returned home at 8 PM. We enjoyed a glass of wine before she retired for the evening.

This routine was repeated on Tuesday and Wednesday.

Thursday, December 30, 2004

Laura had scheduled the closing of my condo and the purchase of our new home back-to-back at First American Title Company. The receptionist showed us into a conference room, where a title officer introduced herself. “Good morning. Welcome to First American Title. I’m Julie Beck. I’ll be processing this closing. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Good to see you again, Aunt Laura.”

“How’s my favorite niece this morning, Julie? This is John and Megan Knight.”

“Welcome. John and Megan. We will close the sale of John’s condo first. After that, we will close the purchase of your new home. To begin, I need to make a copy of your driver’s license.”

After photocopying both driver’s licenses, she opened a folder of papers. Turning pages, she handed each one to John for his signature. He signed and returned the page to Julie. This process continued through the entire folder.

“How does it feel, John? You’re now homeless!” Laura laughed.

“Let’s get you a new home,” chuckled Julie.

She opened a new folder of papers. Turning pages, she handed each one to John for his signature. He signed and passed the page to Megan. Once she had signed, the form was returned to the stack. This process continued through the entire folder.

“Congratulations. You now own the property at 11880 W 38th Place in Wheat Ridge. The prior owners left these keys and garage door openers,” she handed a Ziploc bag to Megan. “Thank you. It’s been a pleasure.”

“Thanks, Julie. As always, you do such a wonderful closing,” said Laura, hugging her niece.

We departed the title company offices, stopping in the parking lot beside Laura’s car.

“I hope you will enjoy a celebratory bottle of Champagne,” Laura said, handing Megan a bottle.

Megan hugged Laura. “Thank you. We are so grateful for all your help. Both with selling John’s condo and helping us find a new home. Once we get settled, you will be invited to a new home party.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Laura responded. Hugs and kisses around.

I followed Megan to our new home to meet the movers. She used one of the garage door openers to open the double garage door. I pulled into the second bay and jumped out. “Don’t go in through the garage. We want to enter the front door.” She got out, bringing a key. I unlocked the front door, picked her up, and carried her across the threshold. “Welcome home!” I set Megan on her feet. We hugged and kissed.

We had already packed everything and hired a local company to transport all of our belongings, including what was in the storage unit, to the new house. The movers delivered all the furniture and set up the master bed. The boxes had been labeled and were stacked in the correct room.

Our New Home!

We had enough changes of clothes for three days in our cars. I had emptied the refrigerator contents into two large coolers. We had our chores for the weekend!

Megan concentrated on unpacking and organizing the kitchen. I unloaded the coolers into the refrigerator and freezer. Next, I retrieved clothes from our vehicles and hung them in the closets, then made the master bed. I unpacked boxes of towels and bathroom items.
When Megan had finished in the kitchen, it was time for dinner. She used her phone to find nearby restaurants. We chose Abrusci’s Fire & Vine, about 2 miles south. It looked to be more upscale than a sports bar. We installed a garage door opener in each of our vehicles, adding a house key to our keychains.

I drove to Abrusci’s. There’s a waiting list. The receptionist gave us a buzzer. The wait was twenty minutes. In the crowded bar, we found one chair. Megan sat, got the attention of the bartender, and ordered two flutes of Prosecco.
We clicked glasses. “Cheers! Here’s to a fabulous new life together. I’m thrilled to be with you. You make me so happy. I love you!”

Megan responded, “Sweetie. I love you as well. I’m so thankful we’re together. We’re going to have such a wonderful life.”

We sipped our Prosecco and ordered a second flute before our buzzer lit up. We took our partial flutes with us to the receptionist. She led us to a booth. Our waitress introduced herself. “Good evening. Thank you for dining at Abrusci’s. I’m Delores. I see you have drinks. Would you like to order an appetizer? Do you know what you want for dinner, or would you like a few moments to decide?”

“We’re new to this area. Please give us a few minutes to review the menu. I know I’ll want a glass of Chianti Classico with dinner. Megan?”

“I’ll also have a glass of Chianti Classico.”

“Welcome. I’ll get your wine and be right back.”

“I see several appetizers of interest. What are you having for dinner?”

“I’m looking at the lasagna. What do you see of interest?”

“I might just have the Gorgonzola salad.”

Delores returned with two glasses of Chianti. We gave her our orders and sipped our Prosecco. Another waitstaff member delivered our entrees. Both were prepared perfectly. We ate our meals and drank our wine. Delores returned to ask if we would like dessert. We declined, and she presented the bill. We paid and returned home.

“This has been a full day. Not sure about you, but I’m exhausted. The euphoria of getting into a new home has me worn out. I’m ready for bed,” I exclaimed.

“I agree. It’s been a wonderful day. I’m also exhausted.”

We went into our new master suite, dressed for bed, cuddled, and drifted to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, it took me a few minutes to orient myself. We’re in a new home! It feels so foreign. I snuggled with Megan. She responded by slipping her panties off, allowing me to pleasure her into an immense orgasm. She pulled me up and hugged me while she recovered.

She gave me a world-class blowjob, with an enthusiastic kiss to feed me my cum. “Welcome to our new home, My Love!”

I got out of bed, showered, shaved, and dressed as John. We’d have to go out for breakfast.

Megan came into the kitchen with disheveled hair, wearing her dressing gown. “Good morning, Sweetie. I guess we need to go out for breakfast. We also need a trip to the grocery store. Did you know that you make me very happy? I’m thrilled we’re married.” We hugged and kissed. She returned to the bedroom to shower and get dressed. I made a note to subscribe to the daily paper.

We went to breakfast, returned, and continued settling into our new home. I connected my router to establish internet access and set up my desktop computer in the office. This also gave us TV reception.

I started some of the routine tasks that come with moving: logged onto my credit card issuer's website to update the billing address; called my auto insurance agent with the new address; logged onto the U.S. Postal Service website and submitted address change requests for myself and both of Megan’s previous addresses; logged onto several shopping websites to update my billing and shipping addresses.
We celebrated New Year’s quietly, watching the ball drop in New York City at 9 PM mountain time, and in bed before 10 PM.

Monday, January 3, 2005

Megan’s work schedule changed for the next three months. She now worked nights, from 7 PM to 7 AM, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Our routine for the days she worked changed. I prepared dinner at 5 PM and packed a midnight meal for her. We had breakfast after she returned the next morning. She would go to bed from 9 AM to 4 PM.

I worked during the day and watched TV in the evening before bedtime. This routine was repeated on Tuesday and Wednesday. Megan came home Thursday morning, ate breakfast, took a short nap, and got up at noon.

I notified my clients that I would be unavailable while we took our honeymoon cruise.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Laura was a sweetheart to pick us up and take us to the light rail station. Wanda picked up Dan and Diana. We took the light rail to Union Station and transferred to the airport. Our departure flight left at 11:20 AM, arriving in Orlando at 4:20 PM. We took the shuttle to the Holiday Inn – Orlando Airport. After checking in, we found a nearby restaurant for dinner, then returned to the hotel for after-dinner drinks.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

We had breakfast at the hotel and took the shuttle back to the airport. Norwegian Cruise Lines provided a bus to take us from the airport to the cruise terminal. The check-in process included verifying our passports, checking our luggage, and issuing our passenger ID. We could not go to our rooms until the ship sailed. We visited the poolside bar. We had connecting ocean-view balcony rooms on the 7th deck.

The Norwegian Prima sailed from Port Canaveral with stops in Great Stirrup Cay, Bahamas, Montego Bay, Jamaica, Georgetown, Grand Cayman, Cozumel, Mexico, and returned to Port Canaveral, Florida. There were two days at sea.

During the cruise, Dan and I discussed how our lives as crossdressers had changed in such a short time. Dan calculated it had been only 77 days from when he introduced Dawn to Roger and Lisa to when he and Diana got married. I did a quick calculation and realized it had been only 37 days from when Megan asked to meet Joan to when we got married. Of course, we had been dating for 2 years prior.

We also discussed the options of a male-to-female transition. Both decided to continue as crossdressers, without taking hormones for either breast development or hair growth. Our wives and close friends accept us as crossdressers; there is no need to transition.

Georgetown, Grand Cayman, was reported to be one of the best shopping locations during the cruise. Dan and I agreed to spend the day with the girls. As we walked off the pier, one of the first bars had a sign: “Husband Day Care Center.” “Need time to relax?” “Need time to yourself?” “Want to go shopping?” “Leave your husband with us!” “We look after him for you!” “You only pay for his drinks!”

Megan and Diana laughed out loud. “Here you go! You two stay here. We’ll pick you up when we finish shopping!” Exclaimed Megan.

We entered The Sandbar, a restaurant and bar on the waterfront. The waitresses were dressed in booty shorts and logo shirts that displayed ample cleavage, much like a Hooters Restaurant in Denver. “Megan. You might need one of these shirts.” I noted.

“Oh yes. You get me one. I’ll wear it!” she answered.

A well-endowed young lady greeted us. “Will you be a party of 4?”

“No. We’re going to leave our husbands with you. Make sure they behave. Don’t overserve them, we have to be back on the ship before 4 PM,” answered Diana.

“Don’t worry. We know how to treat day care husbands!” she laughed.

With hugs and kisses, Megan and Diana departed. Dan and John sat at a high-top table and ordered beer and appetizers. Mid-afternoon, Megan and Diana returned, carrying multiple shopping bags. “We scored big-time!” cheered Megan. “We even found something nice for each of you,” added Diana.

I bought a logo shirt for Megan, settled our bar tab, and we returned to the ship.

In our cabin, Megan had bought me a very sexy sheer black baby doll nightie.

“Too bad you didn’t bring your breast forms. You’ll have to wait ‘til we get home to fill the built-in bra,” she observed.

“Thank you, dear. It’s lovely. I can hardly wait.”

“Diana bought a similar one for Dawn.”

Saturday, January 29, 2005

The ship returned to Port Canaveral at 6 AM. We boarded the bus and returned to the Orlando airport. Our flight left at 11:40 AM, arriving in Denver at 2:00 PM. Laura and Wanda greeted us at the light rail terminal. They were standing together as we got off the train, both looking gorgeous.

“What a fantastic welcome home. You both are simply stunning,” offered Dan.

Laura was in a beige sheath with blue flowers and a blue sash tie. Wanda was wearing a blue sheath with gold flowers and a black sash.

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“I agree. These ladies are incredible,” I added.

“Thanks to both of you. We appreciate your compliments,” blushed Wanda.

“Where would you like to go for dinner?” I asked.

“How about The Keg? It’s close to all our homes,” replied Laura.

“That works for us. It’s 4 PM now. What time do you want to meet?” asked Diana as she pulled out her cell phone and called The Keg.

“How about 6:30?” Wanda suggested.

Diana chatted with the receptionist at The Keg and requested a table at 6:30, Burke, party of 6. “Okay. We have a reservation.”

“Will we be with John and Dan or Joan and Dawn?” Asked Laura.

“Which would you prefer?” I asked.

“We would love Joan and Dawn, six girls out for dinner,” replied Wanda.

“Works for me,” I answered. Dan nodded in agreement.

We loaded our luggage and they took us back to our homes. After unpacking our dirty clothes, Megan showered and put on a gray ribbed turtleneck bodycon dress with loafers. I took a shower, applied makeup, put on breast forms, and dressed as Joan. Since Megan was wearing such a classy dress, I chose to wear a paisley cocktail dress, with black two-inch heels.

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Megan and I arrived at The Keg shortly after 6 PM. We checked in with the hostess, were given a buzzer, and went to the bar. Wanda showed first, followed by Dawn and Diana, then Laura. The buzzer lit up, we paid our bar tabs, went back to the hostess station, and were led to a table.

Megan ordered a bottle of Champagne and 6 flutes. We toasted a wonderful cruise and outstanding door-to-door limousine service, with the most beautiful drivers! We gave Laura and Wanda a complete trip report. Diana recounted the day care service in Grand Cayman. “That would be a great idea in one of the shopping centers around here.”

Dinner was fantastic. Dawn and I simply split the bill. We went home, changed into my new baby doll nightie, and crashed into bed.

In Conclusion

Megan continued working on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, changing from days to nights quarterly. Joan or John made sure she was fed before and after work, and had a meal in the middle of her shift. We continued to start Friday, Saturday, and Sunday mornings with lustful sex, sometimes showering together afterwards. By default, I dress as Joan most days. John comes out when I have to interact with outsiders. Megan is happy with either persona. She likes me to be Joan because I’m relaxed, happier, and more content.

Getting married and moving into a new home were big deals! We settled into a much calmer, normal life. We had participated in swinging and decided it wasn’t something we wanted to continue. Diana and Dawn/Dan are regular visitors and dining companions, as are Laura and Wanda. Parties always include Mark, Nancy, Roger, and Lisa.

So much has changed in the short time since Megan asked to see Joan for the first time.

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