The Neighborhood

The Neighborhood

by Amber Fountain

Chapter Six

And now the Neighbors

Part 2

Mindy was giddy with excitement as she led Erin to her bedroom. She'd sensed that Erin was offering and just waiting for Mindy to take the lead, so she had. In spite of Jim's telling her she should do something like this if she had the urge and was offered the chance, she still felt a bit guilty doing it behind his back. But once they were standing by the bed, holding each other in their arms, all thoughts of Jim, guilty or not, evaporated like a drop of water on a mid-summer sidewalk.

"What would you like to do?" Mindy asked, not knowing how much Erin preferred to be totally submissive.

"Whatever you want," Erin answered. "You can help me wet my diaper. Or I can take it off and help you wet your panties. Or just lay back and let me make love to you. I love to please a woman as much as a man."

Erin appeared to Mindy to be much more experienced and she'd hoped that Erin would show her the way. But she did have her times with Evelyn to look back on and one of the things she and Evelyn had done a time or two was have Mindy wet her panties while sitting on Evelyn's lap, getting both girls soaked with pee, or Evelyn would sit in Mindy's lap, or they'd take turns until they both were drenched. Then they had teased each other about wetting their panties and needing to be diapered like a baby. But first, they'd licked each other, and only after all of the pee flavor was gone from each other's crotches, had they diapered each other. Mindy didn't have any dry diapers to put on Erin, but she wasn't going to let a little thing like that stop her at this point.

"How about I lay down in the middle of the bed," Mindy suggested. "And you take your diaper off and pee on my panties."

"Little girls aren't allowed to take off their own diapers," Erin said in her best, little girl voice, hinting at her needs.

"Of course," Mindy responded, getting into Erin's roll play. "I should have known that. I don't suppose your friend Monica will ever let me babysit you if I don't learn some of these things." Erin hadn't moved from where she'd stopped so Mindy used the arms that were still around Erin to lift and remove Erin's shirt, admiring the younger woman's cute little breasts as soon as they were visible. Pausing to caress each of the freckled mounds and tweak Erin's nipples the way she liked for Jim to do hers, she enjoyed seeing the half-lidded reaction that caused in Erin's eyes. Then she dropped to her knees to undo Erin's shorts, help her step out of those and her shoes, and then paused again to admire the thick cloth diaper and plastic pants, decorated with stuffed animals like a little girl would wear. When she took off Erin's plastic pants, the aroma of urine hit her, as well as an urge she hadn't had in many years. She buried her face in the wet material of the diaper.

Holding the back of Mindy's head and stroking it gently, Erin whispered, "Monica and Miss Paula love to do that too."

Mindy pulled back a bit to look up, wink and smile. "I'll bet they do," she said, then put her face in the diaper again for a minute before she began to unpin it. Then she set the wet diaper on top of the plastic pants so that the pee from the diaper wouldn't soak into the rug. She had no idea how wet the bed would get - nor did she care at that point. She wasn't surprised to find that Erin kept her pubic hair shaved, adding to her image as a little girl. She gave the upper part of Erin's slit a tentative lick or two, and then stood to begin removing her own clothes. When she was down to just her panties, she lay back on the bed, pulling Erin with her. They lay together for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies against their own. Then Mindy told her, "Sit up and pee on my panties."

She'd wanted to try it that way - cuddled in bed - with Evelyn but they never had, for fear that Maria would discover what the girls had been up to. In addition to Mindy being the children's nanny, the Roswells had a full time maid that was jealous of Mindy living in the house and getting a car to use. Mindy had been sure that if Maria discovered one of the beds was wet, she tell on of the Drs. Roswell. As a result, all the pee play she and Evelyn had enjoyed had been confined to the bathroom off Evelyn's bedroom.

In addition, two nights earlier, playing with Jim, she'd lain in the bathtub and had him pee on her crotch through her panties and then she'd pulled them off and had him piss directly on her clit. She'd wondered then why she'd never tried that with Evelyn and had decided it was because neither of the young women had been all that `clit aware' at the time. If her own body was any indication, that little nubbin of pleasure was the last to fully mature.

When Erin let go and it didn't have the same electric effect that Jim's peeing on her had, she urged Erin to stop and pull her panties off and then try to pee on her clit. When Erin resumed, pissing directly into Mindy's slit, Mindy had the first of three orgasms she would enjoy before Erin went home.

Number two closely followed number one; when Erin's bladder ran dry and she dropped between Mindy's legs to lick up as much of the amber liquid as she could find with her tongue. When that one subsided, Mindy pulled Erin up over her face and returned the favor, equally as anxious to savor the taste of Erin's pussy. It may well have been before Erin was born that Mindy had last tasted another woman's sweetness, but she hadn't forgotten a thing. Almost as quickly as Erin had gotten Mindy off, Mindy brought Erin over the top to a long moaning climax. Then Erin fell atop Mindy, moving down far enough so that they could once again rub their breasts together and Erin could lick the juices from off of Mindy's cheeks and chin.

After a moment or two to rest and cuddle, Erin softly asked, "Don't you need to pee too?"

Mindy knew immediately what she wanted and wanted it also. She'd been pleasantly surprised when Jim had eagerly given her a bladder draining orgasm. With Erin, she almost expected it and had been saving the best for last. She'd have been VERY disappointed if Erin had had to leave before they got to it. When it happened, Mindy thought it was the biggest and best orgasm of her life. Of course she often felt that way about all of them. One thing for sure, she thoroughly drenched both Erin and the bed. When once again they were cuddled together enjoying the afterglow, Erin said, "I sure hope you have something under the sheets to protect your mattress. These sheets are soaked!"

"'Fraid not," Mindy told her. "I planned to find something before Jim gets back. Jim and I have been doing most of our fooling around like this in the bathroom. It's easier to clean up – including ourselves."

"Speaking of cleaning up, I really ought to be going."

"Would you like to join me for a shower? Or maybe a bubble bath?"

"I'd love to," Erin answered, "But not this time. Monica will be home any minute – if she isn't already - and I'm sure she'll want to have me help her clean up and get ready to go out tonight." Then she explained about their plans to all go to a woman's bar that had opened on Rigby Road about a year back. She told Mindy how she and Monica usually went there at least once a week, what the place was like, and added, "It would be awesome if we were to run into you there. I'm sure you'd like Kathy and Paula if you got to know them and Monica is going to be so jealous when I tell her about this afternoon."

"You're sure she won't be mad?"

Erin laughed. "You have to be joking. The only thing Monica will be upset about is that she wasn't here to join us. Would you like to do that sometime?"

Mindy asked to be sure. "You mean do this again? With Monica here too?" When Erin grinned and nodded her head to both questions, Mindy softly answered, "Yes. Yes I would. I'd love to try that."

"Good! I'm sure Monica will love the idea too. And I'm sure she'll be glad to have you babysit me if you meant it. I've got something else you can try too if you like." By then Erin had picked up her shirt and shorts and put them on without any underwear. Then she picked up the diaper and plastic pants and handed them to Mindy. "Wash the diaper with your sheets on a gentle cycle. The plastic pants need to be hand washed and hung up to dry. Don't put them in the dryer." She set the pair of diaper pins on the dresser. "Try wearing a diaper again a few times and see how you like it and if you do, I'll let you know where to buy some. Kathy and Paul tried it and now they love it." Then, just as she was headed to the door to let herself out, she commented, "This is getting to be an awesome neighborhood!"

For a full thirty minutes, Mindy lay in the wet sheets thinking about the events of the last two weeks and how she'd been so absolutely sure, back when she'd married Jim, that she'd never again do any of the things she'd done with Evelyn. "Gross," she said aloud, laughing at the word. "Well Mindy," she thought to herself, "Jim wanted you to take the first step and you sure did that and more. You took a big fucking leap! Erin is right, this is getting to be an awesome neighborhood." Then she began to contemplate how she was going to tell Jim about all this. While he'd quite literally told her to do exactly what she'd done, she still had to wonder what his reaction would be when he learned that she'd really done it. And not only had she done it, she'd also committed to doing it again, acting as Erin's babysitter and with Erin's girlfriend possibly joining in too. She wondered if she should tell Jim about it when he called later, or if she should wait until he got home and tell him then. Maybe by that time she would have gotten to know Monica as well and she'd really have a story to tell him! "I wonder what he'll say," she thought, "when I tell him he was right about Paul, that he dresses as a maid and goes over to Erin's house to be her maid a few times a week."

Then she thought about what Erin had said about Paul recently discovering he wanted to spend more time being a sissy, dressing as a girl, wearing diapers, and having sex with men. Erin had said that Paul had fantasized about it for years, but that it was only recently with the help of Erin, Monica, and his wife, that Paul had been living out all his Miss Paula' fantasies. She wondered how far in that direction Jim would go if she encouraged him to spend more time as Jamie. Then she began to wonder who the man or men were that the ladies were providing for Miss Paula. "More of the neighbors?" she reasoned, considering Erin's parting words. "There's got to be more than a hundred houses in this neighborhood. How many others are involved with this? Surely not Marge and her husband. But . . . Marge has been over to Erin's house and she did seem very positive that Erin was a lesbian . . ." Then she thought about the house next door in the other direction. It was for sale and had been vacant for over six months. Marge's boy Buddy had a deal with the realtor to keep the grass cut and the yard picked up. Erin had said something about Miss Paula being in computer groups for people into diapers and for men that loved to wear lingerie. Maybe he should tell people in those groups about the house and they could have a whole neighborhood of gross' people. That thought caused her to snicker aloud and at that point, Mindy decided she was letting her imagination run away with her – much as Jim always suspected Marge did – and concluded she needed to get herself and the bed cleaned up.

Taking a shower and then handling the pissy wet sheets didn't make sense, so not bothering to dress, she stripped the bed, almost admiring the large wet area in the middle of the mattress. She resolved to get some sort of waterproof cover for their mattress before the weekend was out, and after pushing the button to close the garage door, put the diaper and sheets in the washer, smiling to herself as she thought of Erin giving her instructions on how to do the wash. "An awesome neighborhood is right," she thought as she headed for the shower.

She wasn't the only one thinking about the neighborhood. When Erin had turned down their suggestive offer to join them, Kathy had busied herself with a few chores around the house while Miss Paula, who should probably have been doing those chores, had continued to watch Erin mow the lawn. When Erin had gone inside to take a break, he'd debated about calling over there again, and then had realized his biggest problem was that he was just anxious about that evening – anxious in more ways than one.

Starting with he wished it was already nine o'clock and they were on the way. The anticipation was killing him. At the same time, he was apprehensive about his first foray dressed as a woman. Monica had assured him several times that the bar they were going to was perfect for his debut as Paula. "The place is called `Lipstick' and it's mostly a bar for lipstick lesbians. The only men that go in there are guys like you that dress as women. Or guys that are looking for women like us. You'll love it!"

"That's easy for you to say!" he'd told her. "You live as a woman all the time." There were times when Paul envied her that. Monica had spent hours telling Paul bits and pieces of her life story.

Monica had been born `Clarence Monroe Whitaker' and had known from an early age that he was different than most of the other boys his age. It wasn't any one thing he could put his finger on, but he knew he was different. Physically, he was an average boy among other average boys, but there was something about his attitude. In elementary school, instead of chasing around the school yard with the other boys, he much preferred to play hopscotch or some other game with the girls. By junior high, when the other boys were looking for new and exciting ways to get in trouble, Monroe – he'd hated the name Clarence and insisted his parents call him Monroe – was more interested in going to the library to study and sweet-talk the librarian into letting him use their new computer. It was about that time that he followed the other boys in developing an interest in sex. He sort of knew what it was and had sat through a rather brief and uninformative lecture from his dad. But then one night he'd watched his parents take turns pleasing each other orally and that had been an awesome awakening for Monroe. He'd been certain he could do what he'd watched both of his parents do and never thought there was a thing wrong about his desire to both suck a cock and eat a pussy until he'd been telling Tammy, one of his female friends about it and she'd cracked up laughing, explaining that only girls should want to do that to a boy.

"Then maybe I should have been a girl," he suggested aloud for the first time. He'd often had thoughts along those lines that he'd kept to himself. After a short discussion, Tammy had helped him dress as a girl for the first time. By high school, he had a small collection of female clothing he wore at every opportunity and had begun using the name Monica when he was dressed en femme. By the time he finished high school, he'd achieved his goal of orally pleasing both sexes; each several times over. Since he couldn't afford to go to college, he'd joined the Navy to get a technical education and had chosen to study computers. It was during his Navy years, with a steady supply of cocks to suck, that Monroe decided to become Monica full time when he got out.

Then Monica had faced a new problem. Once again a civilian, the first thing he wanted to do was assume his feminine persona. But the only way she could live full time as a woman, with a female name and identification, was to be accepted into a program for sexual surgery. He had mixed emotions about that. Part of the program required Paul to live full time as Paula, a woman, employed and accepted as a woman, and to begin hormone treatment. All that was fine with Monica. She especially liked it when her breasts began to grow. But by the time those breasts had peaked at a barely B cup and the date with the surgeon and his scalpel grew near; Monica had second thoughts about going that far.

Monica loved oral sex with men or women and most of the time got her own satisfaction from masturbation. Her average sized cock had given her way above average pleasure, going back to puberty and the first time she'd jacked off in a pair of panties Tammy had given her. She couldn't stand the thought of not having that to rely on. To her way of thinking, the perfect date was a guy that would let her suck him off a time or two and then when she got home, with the taste of the man's cum still lingering on her lips, she'd put on a sexy nightie and jack off in her own bed. As Monica's reputation as the consummate cocksucker grew, she'd had many of those opportunities and it had become her chosen lifestyle. Until she'd met Erin, relationships just hadn't worked for her.

As Monica, she'd started working in IT for a hospital system in her home state of Tennessee, had been promoted to a position at the home office in Atlanta, and then promoted again when she'd moved to the West coast. Along the way, she'd had a couple of bad relationships, one that had caused her to seek professional counseling. She was still trying to decide whether she should consider herself to be a feminine male or a masculine female when she'd met Erin and Erin had a conclusion of her own – in Erin's opinion Monica was just right and she could care less what category Monica was supposed to fit in! That was exactly the kind of total acceptance Monica had been seeking and in the opinions of Kathy and Miss Paula, while it might be an unusual marriage, they were sure the union of Erin and Monica would be a good one.

When Erin had gone in to take a break, he'd busied himself trying to pick out exactly the right combination of lingerie to go with the blouse and skirt that Kathy had bought him. He had laid things out on the bed, trying to choose between the taupe stockings or the black ones, and then wondering if maybe he should forego stockings altogether and wear a diaper. That would solve one of his biggest worries about spending an evening in public - over which restroom to use. That's when he noticed Erin come back outside and then the woman from across the street come over to talk to her. That got his attention.

Paul had always made a point to speak or wave to Mindy if her husband wasn't around. He thought Mindy was the most gorgeous older women that he'd ever seen – at least in person. In his mind she was on a level with some of the older movie stars he'd always admired. If he wasn't already dressed the way he was and wearing makeup, he might run out and join the conversation. He almost had to laugh thinking how the Colonel's wife would react to the way he was dressed. Probably about like the Colonel would.

Paul hadn't had any luck getting to know the Colonel. He'd spoken to him a couple of times and knew his name was Jim, but considering his attitude, `Colonel' was a better name and the one that most people in the neighborhood used. Once, when Paul had seen the Colonel working in the yard and had gone over to talk to him, he complemented the older man on how well he kept up his yard. Then when he'd explained that he traveled and had to use a lawn service or leave it to Kathy to do, the Colonel had acted like Paul's excuse was meaningless. "All of my customers are out of town," he'd said, "And I don't let that keep me from accepting my own responsibilities." That had been the last time Paul had tried to be cordial with the Colonel.

Then he saw Erin and Mindy push Erin's mower around toward the garage, leaving the larger part of Erin's yard uncut. That really piqued his interest. Whatever they were talking about it might possibly be a crisis of some sort. Again he debated about calling Erin to find out what was going on, and then saw the two women walk across to Mindy's house. While he was curious, his main concern was that whatever had caused Erin to change her plans for this afternoon might affect the plans the ladies had for that evening.

The entire evening had been planned out by Kathy and Monica. The only input Miss Paula had been allowed to give was to suggest some choices of the dinner he was supposed to prepare. He'd proposed they have grilled chicken breasts, on a wild & brown rice pilaf, with a Caesar salad and fresh French bread. That had been approved and he already had most of it ready to go. He could smell the two loaves of bread in the oven. The plan was for them to eat at seven and leave for `Lipstick' at nine. The dinner was to be a sort of final exam for Paul's learning to become Paula. The ladies intended to critique him on every aspect of his deportment and passiblility. Then at nine, they would be off to "Lipstick" where the evening would continue with drinking and dancing for all but Monica, who would have lots of opportunity to dance, but had volunteered to be the designated driver. He'd been told that in the future, being the designated driver would be another of Miss Paula's responsibilities, but since this was his first night out, they all agreed he'd probably need a good bit of liquid courage to loosen up.

He wondered if Erin going across the street would affect those plans in any way. It was close to five and Monica was usually home by six. He went to share his concern with Kathy and she told him his fears were probably groundless.

"I doubt there's any big problem," Kathy said to ease his concern. "Erin is a great person, but not exactly what I'd choose for any sort of crisis management. Remember what she said about her nursing career? That the only part she'd hated was the constant panic and disorder when she'd had to work in the emergency room? And how she loves being an operating room nurse because the doctors usually tell her exactly what to do and how to do it? I'm sure if Mindy has a crisis of any sort, Erin would have come to get one of us to help."

So Paula had returned to the window and was happy to see that the two women appeared to be working on a lawnmower in the front of Mindy's garage. However he might have been concerned anew if he hadn't been busy making the salad and had seen the way Erin looked when she walked back home an hour or so later.

Jim Grant seldom worked weekends. But this was a highly unusual – and highly profitable – situation. When he'd still been in the Army, he had helped hammer out the original contract between the Army and the aerospace company. That had been for the development phase of a surveillance drone that had meet or exceeded all of its expectations. One of the things it had exceeded was its expected production costs and there were some legitimate reasons for that. Normally, Jim didn't work for a company that big as they had people like himself on their full-time payroll to handle these things. But since Jim had been part of the Army's original negotiating team and personally knew most of the team members still in the Army, he'd been called in to review their contract bid over the weekend and make any last minute changes before it was submitted in Washington D.C. on Monday.

Jim had spotted a couple of things he was sure the Army team would notice and after looking the whole contract over, told them not to change it. "It's negotiable," he told them. "Leave it there and then negotiate over it. With their attention on that, they'll never notice this other that will be where you'll really make an added profit." That had impressed the company's big wheels and they'd made him a very nice offer to spend the next week or so in D.C. with their team, hammering out those negotiations. He'd made a quick call to Mindy to tell her he might possibly be gone through the following weekend and would fill her in on details later.

Mindy's grandmother had been one of those that loved to quote old sayings and fables. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop," was the one that came to Mindy's mind at the moment. The devil was definitely having a ball with her and all of her lascivious thoughts. Everything she did to try to stay busy and think of other things only seemed to remind her of Erin in some way. One thing for sure, if it was with Erin or not, she had to make Jim understand there'd be a woman in her bed on a regular basis in the future. And that conclusion had made Erin's suggestion that she go to "Lipstick" and run into them later that evening all the more tempting.

But that was more involved than she wanted to get before she talked to Jim about it and this was something she wanted to do in person. Jim might have a face of stone when he was doing business negotiations or playing poker, but not when he was talking to her. She could read him like a book and knew when he would tell her yes to please her, and really wanted to say no.

One of the first things Jim had done with his growing tool collection had been to build a greenhouse for himself in the back yard. He'd done such a nice job that when he retired a few months later and had lots of free time on his hands, she'd asked if he could build her a washroom around the washer and dryer in the garage and tie it in somehow to the central air and heat system. It had been most of a year from the day he began framing in the back part of the garage to the day it was finished, but when it was done, it was bigger and better than she'd imagined. Mindy dearly wished she'd had something like that when the kids had been growing up. He'd added a wash basin next to the washer and dryer and on the opposite wall, created storage space for their out of season clothing. She could remember back when she'd hand-washed her lingerie and any he might have worn and had to hang it on the shower-curtain rod or towel bars and how sometimes that would upset Jim. Yet other times, depending on the pressure he was under at the moment, it would turn him on. Now, since his retirement, as often as not he was the one that hand washed both of their lingerie and would hang it on the pull out lines he'd created in the washroom. That's where she'd hung the plastic pants that Erin had loaned her and once again, when they were dry, she took the plastic pants down and took them to her room, thinking of Erin and what they'd done. And that's when she remembered her resolve to get a plastic cover for the mattress.

After washing the sheets and the diaper, Mindy had gone in and taken a shower, putting on a robe when she was done, and never dressing. The wet spot on the mattress still wasn't completely dry, but there was plenty of room for her to lie across the bed. The diaper and plastic pants were both washed and dried and sheepishly, she admitted to herself that was the real reason she hadn't bothered to dress. She'd intended to put that diaper on and be wearing it when Jim called. Now, thinking about that mattress cover, it almost seemed appropriate that she be wearing that diaper when she went shopping for bed wetting supplies.

As she pulled the thick material between her legs, Mindy felt like her whole crotch was tingling in anticipation. Then she thought about using the diaper and the tingling turned up several notches. But it also presented her with a problem. She had no idea how long or more particularly, how often she could wet the diaper before it would begin to leak. Remembering how good it felt to wet the baby diapers from years back, she was tempted to begin peeing in it even before she had it pinned in place. But if she did that, what about the next time she needed to pee? Would it hold that pee too? Usually if she had a question, she would jump on the computer to find an answer. But she didn't think this was the sort of question that could readily be resolved in that way. So if she really was going to wear the diaper while shopping for the mattress cover, then she should wait until she finished shopping, or close to it, before she began to wet herself. With a great deal of disappointment, she sadly got back up to use the bathroom and when her bladder was empty, instead of wiping as she'd done all her life, with a mischievous smile, she returned to the waiting diaper.

She was bigger than Erin, but she expected the cloth diaper - like cloth diapers for children - was a `one size fits all' sort of thing, so it was no surprise that it pinned in place without a problem. However she was concerned that the plastic pants, with their cute little design on them like a baby's plastic pants, would be too small. When those fit with room to spare, she was greatly relieved and concluded that the image had a lot to do with it. Erin had dressed, worn her hair, and acted like a little girl and it had made her look smaller and younger. The plastic pants, turned inside out, would probably look humongous, but with the baby design showing, she just naturally assumed they were much smaller than they were. Then she wondered what she'd wear?

She loved the lustful looks she still got from her husband after all these years when she wore a tight fitting pair of shorts or jeans, so all her slacks and shorts were at least on the snug side. But if she wore a dress, then she'd feel compelled to do her hair and makeup too, and she wasn't really planning on going out anywhere except to the store for the mattress cover – or was she?

Whether it was sub-conscious planning or fate or coincidence or . . . . . ? For whatever reason, the Wal-Mart near her house didn't have the thick plastic lined mattress cover she had in mind but the clerk had quickly checked and assured her the super store near the Loop and Rigby road still carried that item. Mindy had to smile at that suggestion, as she already had it in mind to try there next. Without too much effort at all, Mindy was able to get the mattress cover she wanted and was sitting at the bar at Lipstick, enjoying her first drink by 8:45, knowing that Erin, Monica, Kathy and Miss Paula should be arriving in about half-an-hour. What she hadn't considered was that she'd be hit on by one of the regular customers before she had so much as a chance to take the first sip of her drink.

"You're new here," the soft spoken blonde of about the same age said to Mindy as she slid in beside her. Holding out her hand, she said, "I'm Valerie." When the more formal introductions were complete, Valerie asked, "What brings you to Lipstick? Sex? Adventure? Looking for a dance partner?"

Valerie's up-front attitude nearly caused Mindy to choke on that first sip. She could remember reading somewhere that gay men were supposed to be so promiscuous because they didn't waste time letting each other know what they wanted and how they wanted it. Still, she didn't expect the same sort of frankness at a woman's bar. She almost stuttered when she answered. "Just . . a drink for now."

"First time huh? I understand. We get a lot of those in here as the word gets around about this place. A year ago I thought Sam was going to go broke here."

"A guy owns this place?"

Valerie laughed. "Sam is that little sweetheart standing at the end of the bar with her eye on the cash register and the door. If you've had two drinks before the DJ starts at nine, you don't have to pay the cover charge. Let me buy you one if you intend to stay and you'll just make it."

When Mindy turned to see who Sam was, and didn't say no, Valerie took that to be a yes and ordered Mindy a second drink with barely a swallow gone from the first. When she looked back, Valerie had pulled up the nearest bar stool and was sitting close enough to rub thighs. While that might have made her nervous, it seemed her afternoon quickie with Erin had only served to awaken urges she'd held in for close to thirty years. Without a thought about the message she was sending, Mindy let her hand drop to Valerie's thigh, gave it a gentle squeeze, and told her, "Thank you. Do all the new customers get this sort of greeting?"

"Just the ones that are near my age and have an ass like yours."

Mindy laughed at that and almost confessed to Valerie that her ass was slightly padded, but let that inspiration pass. She wasn't ready to be as candid as Valerie – at least until she'd finished the two drinks sitting in front of her. She chose a safer subject. "Can I assume that `Sam' is short for Samantha? Or is she a guy that dresses in dresses?"

"Right the first time. We get both in here, but Samantha Smith is all woman." Then she added with a wink, "I know that for sure!" After a quick sip of her drink, Valerie went on to explain how Sam's mom had died a couple years back and that Sam's dad had passed away shortly after and how Sam had used her inheritance to open Lipstick and keep it afloat for the first few months. She'd no sooner finished her brief history lesson when the DJ kicked off the first song of the night and Valerie asked Mindy to dance. "Those drinks will get to you if you don't keep moving," Valerie said when Mindy seemed reluctant.

Mindy was well into her second drink and her third or fourth dance when she saw Monica, followed by Erin, Kathy, and Miss Paula, pause at the door while Miss Paula got money out of her purse to pay the cover charge. Mindy was really enjoying herself and not just because she was beginning to find Valerie so sexually attractive. There was something about `Lipstick' that was liberating and exciting in a way she'd never felt before. Since she'd been watching the door, she'd noticed a few couples come in and wondered if the men were cross-dressed women or men that were agreeable to bringing a date here. She'd decided that somehow she had to convince Jim to come here with her. Now with her neighbors walking in, her arousal kicked up another notch. Valerie had a full head of hair, and with it flipping around to the beat of the music, Mindy was able to keep Valerie between her and her neighbors, using Valerie to hide behind. Then the song ended and Mindy realized that if they walked back to the bar, they'd almost collide with the four-some making their way to a table. She paused, hoping that by stalling, she could keep her presence at the club undetected for a while. As the music picked back up, it was a slow song and Valerie assumed that's what Mindy had been waiting for. Taking Mindy in her arms, she whispered, "I'll lead since you're new to this," and as the dance floor filled with other women looking for a good excuse to grope each other, Valerie wasted no time letting both hands drop to hold the cheeks of Mindy's ass.

When Mindy realized what Valerie was doing, she almost froze, not knowing how to explain to this woman she hardly knew, why she was wearing a diaper. But Valerie didn't ask. The cloth diaper was as thick as Mindy's wrist in the area through the crotch, but elsewhere there were only two or three thicknesses of material and that didn't deter Valerie from fondling Mindy's ass. Mindy responded exactly like she did when Jim would do the same thing, burying her face in Valerie's neck and shoulder, enjoying the feel of the other woman's body pressed tight against her. By the time the song ended, if Valerie had suggested that they leave and go to her place for the evening, Mindy would have been glad to without any hesitation. Instead, Valerie steered her toward the bar.

That's when Mindy realized that if she sat down and turned to face Valerie, her neighbors would have a good view of her, so she asked Valerie to swap bar stools with her.

Valerie shrugged, took the stool that Mindy had been using and let Mindy have hers. "Hiding from someone?"

"Sort of. My neighbors just walked in."

"That's the kind of neighbors to have. My neighbors wouldn't speak to me if they knew I came to a place like this. Of course that wouldn't be any real loss. They hardly speak as it is."

"One of them told me about this place and suggested I should drop in this evening. But I don't know if the other three have any idea I might be here. I thought I'd wait a little bit and see how it goes. But I can't wait too long. My husband is out of town and I need to get home by eleven in case he calls."

Valerie dropped her hand to Mindy's thigh again, so high up her leg that her fingers were grazing the thick material in Mindy's crotch. "Want some company?" she purred in Mindy's ear. With barely a moment of hesitation, Mindy smiled back and said, "Yes. I'd like that."

With that hurdle cleared, Valerie asked the long overdue question. "Those are the thickest panties I've ever felt. How come?"

"The panties aren't that thick," Mindy answered. "But they are made of plastic. It's all the material underneath that's thick."

Valerie shook her head. "I assumed that. What I meant was, why do you need to wear it – or do you?"

"I . . . I don't know . . ."

Valerie raised both eyebrows and interrupted. "You're wearing a diaper and you don't know why?"

"It's . . . I don't know how to explain it. There is no reason for . . . I'm trying it. I mean . . . The neighbor that suggested I come here wears diapers all the time – for fun. And she let me borrow one to try it. I hadn't really planned to come here when I put it on . . . but I'm not sure about that either. Maybe I knew all along that I'd wind up here."

"So I take it that you and this one neighbor are really close?"

"We are after this afternoon," Mindy told her, laughing about it. "Before that, I hardly knew her."

"And your husband doesn't know about any of this?"

"Not yet. I plan to tell him. But I haven't decided whether to tell him tonight or wait until he gets back. That won't be for over a week and I don't think I can wait to tell him that long. We'd talked about doing something like this before he left."

This time, one eyebrow had an extra arch to it when Valerie asked, "Diapers too?"

"Yeah," Mindy told her. "Believe it or not, we talked about diapers too. But I'm sure neither of us expected to get anywhere close to trying it again ourselves."

"Again? You've done that before? I mean since you were a baby?"

As best she could, in a nightclub with music playing and filling fast with women, over a third round of drinks, Mindy explained for the second time that day about her teenage escapades with Evelyn and her experiments with her kid's diapers and the awesome orgasms she'd discovered she could have while letting her bladder go. By the time she finished her monolog, they were downing the last of round four and Mindy had a bladder that needed relief. She was giddy with excitement as she emptied her glass and bladder at the same time and told Valerie what she'd done.

"Sounds like something worth trying," Valerie conceded. "I'll bet my husband would love for me to get into that."

Now it was Mindy's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Does your husband know you come here?"

Valerie laughed. "John has been coming here longer than I have – since before it opened. During the day, he puts in audio-visual equipment. He put in all the lights and sound system here. But at night, he puts on a dress and joins the other girly-boys at their table over in the corner." She turned slightly and pointed at a table near where Erin, Monica, and Kathy and Miss Paula were sitting. "Joni is the one in the red dress. Tonight she's wearing one of my old wigs. She thinks she looks better as a blonde when she wears that dress. But usually, she's a brunette."

"Will he mind if you leave?"

"Not tonight. This is Saturday night. I guess a lot of guys have a night out with the boys. Not Joni. Saturday night is her night out with the `girls.' They all get together after the bar closes for a slumber party. It's Joni's turn to host, so if you want to go to my house, we'd better get there before they do and lock ourselves in one of the bedrooms."

"I really need to go to my house," Mindy reminded her. "And I should be going before too long. If I don't answer at home when he calls, he'll call my cell phone. It's in my purse, but I don't want to answer it here and if I don't, he'll be worried."

"In that case, unless you want to dance some more, let me tell Joni I'm leaving and we can go whenever you're ready. Do you want to say anything to your neighbors before we go?"

"Yes," Mindy decided. "I'll go with you."

Mindy followed Valerie, and thanks to a waitress that was delivering drinks and distracting them, Mindy was able to walk by her neighbors table without being noticed. Valerie introduced Mindy to Joni and then while they chatted about their respective plans for the evening, Mindy checked out each of the cross-dressed men at the table. It was quite a revelation to her and she wondered again if she could ever get `Jamie' to go that far. Of the seven she-males at the table, there were two that she thought would have a hard time passing as females even in the darkest room. Two more were obvious if only because of the way they were dressed, looking more like they were going to a charity black tie gala than a woman's nightclub. The other three, including Valerie's husband, were casually dressed like the rest of the real women in the club, and seemed to have experience both in dressing and deportment.

When Valerie seemed to be done chatting, Mindy turned, took a step, and put her hand on Miss Paula's shoulder, leaning down to tell him, "You look fabulous!" Then she straightened up, smiled at Erin, Kathy, and Monica, and leading Valerie by the hand, headed for the door.

Miss Paula was stunned beyond words – literally. He was sitting there with his mouth open, watching Mindy go, while the other three giggled at him. Finally, he turned to Kathy and asked, "Is that who I think it was?"

"Sure looked like it to me," she answered. "And it looks like she found a friend."

Paula turned and starred at the departing couple until they were out the door.

Mindy and her new friend wasted no time getting on the road to Mindy's house. When Valerie suggested she ought to use the Ladies Room, Mindy asked her if she could hold it for about fifteen minutes.

"Oh, I know what you want," she teased, remembering what Mindy had mentioned about pee play.

Realizing Valerie had misinterpreted her intention for having Valerie skip a trip to the bathroom, she explained, "Oh no, that's not what I meant. I'm in a rush to get home before those last two drinks hit me. I'm not that much of a drinker and I've got enough things to explain to Jim without adding a drunk driving charge to it."

Valerie sat silently as Mindy drove to her house, letting Mindy prattle on about Jim and his military career and the places they'd been stationed before settling here. There were two entrances to the "Burly Oaks" subdivision and Mindy chose the one that would bring her up next to Erin's house, where that street teed into the one Mindy lived on, and was a straight shot across the street into her driveway. She stopped at the stop-sign next to Erin's half-cut lawn and pointed out Valerie's window at Erin's house, explaining that the people at the table back at "Lipstick" lived in that house and the one next to it. Then she added, "And I live right there," pointing straight ahead, then reaching for the opener for her garage door.

Valerie stopped her. "Turn left. I want to show you something. It will only take a minute."

Knowing that going in that direction would take them around to the other subdivision entrance where there was a convenience store on the corner, Mindy assumed that was Valerie's intended destination. But at the end of the block, Valerie had Mindy turn right and then right again into a cul-de-sac and told her to stop. She pointed at one of the houses and told her, "The house with the truck in the driveway is where I live. We're almost neighbors."

Because of the way all the streets bent and curved, Mindy wasn't certain, but as best she could figure, Valerie's house was right behind Marge's – or close to it. She made a mental note to ask Marge if she knew any of the neighbors behind them. And if Valerie spent the night, which looked like was her intention, in the morning she'd have her look from the back porch to see if Valerie could spot her house. Mindy knew of one spot on the patio where she could see most of the rooftops in that direction; especially in the winter when all the oaks lost their leaves. Mindy was once again reminded that Erin had been right. "This was getting to be an awesome neighborhood!"

Jim called home just as soon as he got back to the hotel after eating supper. With the time difference, he was sure Mindy would be watching a TV show or reading a book. He'd made a mental note to check some of the books Mindy had been reading to see if maybe that's where she was coming up with some of the ideas that she'd been bringing to the bedroom. The last couple of weeks had been like a honeymoon in that department. She'd even found a way to surprise him when he was out of town.

Last night when he'd called to let her know he'd gotten in alright, she told him to look for a surprise in the side compartments of his small suitcase - she'd packed the lingerie she'd bought him a few days ago. Not just a pair of panties or two like she often hid in his luggage, but a full set of panties, bra, and matching nightie, as well as a new garter-belt and stockings. For twenty years she'd tolerated his lingerie fetish, as long as he kept it well hidden from the kids. Then when the kids had both been out of the house and he'd retired, she'd allowed him to indulge himself, occasionally buying him a pair of panties or a new nightie for his birthday or Christmas. But right after Darrell's visit, with a lot of their fantasies out in the open, she'd gotten him to start wearing one of her old bras, padded with wads of tissue paper. He'd felt strange doing that in front of her, but the sex . . . . It was fantastic for both of them!

He remembered one time a few years back when one of the guys in the office had come back from a trip and was talking about trying to pick up a woman in a bar and realizing at the last minute that the woman was a guy. A discussion had followed about guys in drag and one of the men had described them as, "Dykes with a dick." He wondered if that's what Mindy thought of him. He wasn't sure, but he was certain that she wasn't telling him she liked him in lingerie just to make him happy. Not once in the near thirty years he'd known her had she been more sexually alive!

And this thing with peeing in his mouth when she had these huge, screaming orgasms . . . . Wow! No, make that a double wow! Never would he have thought he'd enjoy having someone piss in his mouth – even the woman he loved. But he did. And now he wondered what it would have been like for Darrell to do that? Would it have been better to have Darrell do it before he shot his load or after, so he could wash down Darrell's cum with pee? He liked the thought of both ideas. He wondered what Mindy would say if he told her about Darrell and how much he'd enjoyed sucking on Darrell's cock and his desire to let Darrell pee in his mouth like she did?

While he had no intention of mentioning it at the moment, especially over the phone, he was disappointed when she didn't pick up. He'd have to leave a message on the machine. Then he realized it was earlier than he'd indicated he'd be calling back so it was possible she was in the tub or even still out shopping. He thought with a grin that maybe he shouldn't have told her this trip had turned into something ten times as profitable as he'd originally planned. Hopefully she wasn't spending a check he hadn't gotten yet. But if either was the case, there wasn't a lot of sense and not any sort of urgency that he needed to call her on her cell phone. He'd wait an hour or so and call back. And in the meantime, he could get into his lingerie again and if she was in the mood, they could enjoy some phone sex together.

As he hooked the bra, enjoying the thoroughly feminine sensation, he smiled remembering how Mindy had asked how he'd liked wearing hers and how he'd sheepishly admitted that it had really made him feel feminine – much more than wearing her panties. The only thing he hadn't liked was that sleeping in it, on his back like he usually did, the clasp in back had dug into his back. So the one she'd bought him hooked together in front. He needed to remember to thank her for that when he got her on the phone. In the meantime, he had time to kill and decided to check his email. To his complete surprise, there was one from Darrell.

Hi there you old cocksucker! We got rained out today

so I'm sitting here in my room wishing I had those

sweet lips of yours wrapped around this stiff

prick in my hand! My usual blow-buddy has his new

girlfriend with him and my girlfriend is at her mom's

for some family crisis. That leaves me in a crisis!

A big hard cock and no one to share it with. I guess

I'll have to jack off thinking about how cute you looked

in those lacy panties with your cock poking out. Makes my

mouth water just thinking about it!

Give my love to Mindy (and give her a good fucking for me too!)

Darrell

Jim sat silently, looking at the email and thinking about Darrell and Mindy and all that had happened in the last two weeks. It was all so new and unexpected. He'd worn panties off and on for most of his life and had never given a lot of thought to the idea that anyone else might want to. While he'd gotten some sexual pleasure from the panties, there's also been a good bit of rebellious pleasure too. In every aspect of his life, from his demeanor to his uniform and beyond, he'd had such rigid standards. The panties had often been his secret way of slipping something forbidden into his life – a mental stimulation as much or more than a physical one. Yet Darrell hadn't thought it that unusual. And Paul across the street at home seemed to like it too. Suddenly, he got the inspiration to see how common his fetish might be. He was sitting there with his laptop hooked to the internet. What better way to find out than putting a few key words in his favorite references and search engines. As he typed in the information, he wondered why he'd never thought to try it before.

He started with `Wikipedia' and took several minutes going back and forth on each of the terms. He learned that some men, probably the vast majority, were like him and enjoyed getting into lingerie occasionally. From there, the desire intensified to include men that liked to completely dress as women, often going out in public dressed that way, yet with no desire to live as a woman. These, he learned were considered cross-dressers. Then there seemed to be another whole category, the trans-gendered, that considered themselves women in men's bodies that wanted to live full time as a woman and many with a desire to have their sex changed surgically. That thought caused the growing lump in Jim's panties to shrivel significantly, as if trying to hide. But it didn't hide long because from Wikipedia, Jim began looking at cross-dressing sites and the more he looked, the more excited he became. Then he came across one that said it had members and contact information from cross-dressers all across the country; thousands of other men that enjoyed a feminine side. Jim was sure it was unsubstantiated bragging, but soon discovered that assumption was wrong.

The site offered the opportunity to search for people in specific areas, but only if you became a member and put in a listing too. Jim thought about it long and hard for several minutes. When he'd been at the Pentagon and hadn't had a home computer, he'd had a Hotmail account that he could pull up at work. The internet was an excellent way for servicemen of any branch or rank to keep up with friends as their lives went in divergent directions around the globe. He certainly didn't want to join a cross-dressing group with his current business email address, but reasoned that if he created a Hotmail account for `Jamie' and used it to join the group, it should be reasonably safe. After hovering over the keyboard for minutes while Jim debated with himself, his fingers suddenly went to work, creating an account for Jamie and with that done, he went back to the cross-dressing site and created a listing for Jamie there too.

The most difficult thing for Jamie was what to put down for personal preferences. He'd thoroughly enjoyed his experience with Darrell and hoped it happened again with another man that would enjoy seeing Jamie in panties. When he thought about it, he had to admit that was really what he was hoping for by joining the group and it was foolish of him to hesitate to put down that he was bi and looking for a bi experience. Still it was one thing to fantasize about and another altogether to admit it to the world. With some trepidation he completed the profile and hit `enter' and proceeded immediately to search the listings for others near home. When the search pulled up not one, but several pages, his jaw dropped open.

He noted that not all were cross-dressers. Some were men that liked the company of cross-dressed and sissified men. And as he'd discovered in Wikipedia, there were all sorts of degrees of interest. As he scanned the lists of members within a 50 mile radius of his ZIP code, concentrating on the ones that had mentioned what he thought would match Paul's interests, he found well over a dozen that were men that claimed to like being diapered and sissified by either men or women and almost any of them could be his neighbor Paul – assuming Paul had a listing in this group or any group. There had to be other groups like this as well, and there was bound to be many like Paul that never joined any group. They just enjoyed their urges to cross-dress and didn't try to find others with the same interest, keeping their secret from everyone.

With the trip to D.C. coming up the first of the week, Jamie did another search of that area and again was astounded by all the listings. So he did another using the ZIP code of the hotel and knew, even before he began looking though the list, where this last search was leading.

"I know her husband travels a lot," Paula told the others. "Maybe when he's out of town she prefers the company of women."

Erin let the speculation about Mindy being at "Lipstick" continue for a few minutes and then dropped the bombshell. "I told her we'd be here. I had sex with her this afternoon."

Monica had already heard the whole story. She'd gotten home a few minutes before Erin came in from across the street and with one look at Erin knew what she'd been up to. "Were you next door?" she'd asked and when Erin corrected her, telling her she'd been across the street with Mindy, Monica had made her sit down and tell her everything. Now she had to repeat the details of what had happened for Kathy and Paula. Then she waited for them to digest and discuss this new information, took a big sip of her drink and dropped the next bombshell.

"By the way," she began casually. "She and Jim have seen us in diapers and Miss Paula dressed in lingerie and he's okay with it. Mindy told me the Colonel has been wearing panties for years and recently he's started wearing other lingerie too. AND . . . she thinks he's interested in having sex with a man!"

Had the foursome been in a room by themselves, there'd have been a noticeable silence. But with the DJ pumping out mega-watts of disco music that they could barely talk above, the stunned silence of Kathy and Miss Paula wasn't as noticeable.

"Well hell," Kathy finally said as the song ended, "Maybe we should invite them for a cook-out."

"Or a cook-in," Miss Paula quipped. "But I just can't for the life of me picture the Colonel wearing lingerie. I mean he'd probably want his nighties pressed with heavy starch."

They all laughed at that image and then Erin told them, "Mindy said he was always a different man in bed than he was at any other time and that he'd been her pseudo-lesbian lover since their honeymoon. She told me I was the first woman she'd been to bed with since college and if she was in here picking up another woman just a few hours later, then I have to assume she liked it."

"I'm sure she did," Kathy said meaningfully. "You made me realize how much I'd missed it quickly enough."

Erin blushed graciously at the compliment. "She told me she and Jim have been talking about trying sex with other people and that he's told her to go ahead and she's told him to go ahead but she thinks he's waiting for her to go first. She's going to tell him about it when he gets home and she thinks he'll probably go for it. She thinks Miss Paula intrigues him a lot more than he lets on."

Miss Paula took that to be a compliment and blushed graciously too.

It wasn't Miss Paula that Jamie was thinking about at the moment. Her' name was Dawn Marie' and according to her profile, she was 45, married, bi, and only available on weekends. Equally important, she claimed to be passable as a woman, had a picture to prove it, lived 8.4 miles away and was on-line now. Jamie composed a short introductory message, changed it at least six times, and then, almost like he thought he'd be causing an explosion, closed his eyes as he pushed the button to send the message. It was practically as if he expected the Pervert Police' to come busting through the door or the computer screen to begin flashing brightly indicating he'd been caught. It took several seconds after he got a Message Sent' indication before Jamie took a normal breath. Just like his experience with Darrell, he knew he's crossed another line.

Since Dawn Marie was supposed to be on-line, he expected an immediate response. When it didn't happen, he assumed it was because he didn't have a picture on his profile like so many of the others and that Dawn Marie was naturally cautious. So he got another of the mini booze bottles that were supplied with the suite and made himself another drink. He was surprised when a short time later he went to close all the open windows on his computer and found Jamie had messages in her Hotmail inbox.

The first two were `Welcome to Hotmail' notes but the third was from Dawn Marie. She'd responded immediately and Jamie had been unaware of the notification procedure. He began breathing irregularly again as he wrote Dawn Marie a longer note, and then relaxed after it was sent and he waited for the reply. When that reply came and it included a phone number for Dawn Marie, Jamie's hands nearly shook as she wrote down the number and moved to the phone by the bed.

The conversation began slowly and cautiously, each feeling the other out for sincerity as much as for information. When the conversation ended, nearly thirty minutes later, they knew enough about each other that Jamie had agreed to meet Dawn Marie at "Oliver's," the hotel bar, for a drink.

Jamie looked at himself in the mirror and wondered how to dress or undress and almost laughed aloud when he thought back a couple of weeks to when he'd pondered wearing panties when he went to meet Darrell. It almost seemed like a lifetime ago – or maybe the beginning of a second life. He decided the nightie was thin enough and maybe the dress shirt he'd worn the day before and hung in the closet after he got back to the hotel was thick enough, that in what passed for lighting in most bars, he didn't have to take off any of what he had on. So putting on the shirt, and his slacks, he checked the mirror again and discovered the shirt wasn't nearly thick enough and the padded bra made his chest stick out in a very un-masculine way. Then he remembered the gift he'd gotten.

"Welcome to the team," they'd said, handing him a nylon jacket with the company logo on one side and his name embroidered on the other. He'd been offered many similar gifts, nothing expensive, when he'd been in the Army and had always turned them down. But since he was now a civilian and working for them, he'd accepted the jacket, figuring it would be perfect to wear when working in the yard when it got a little chillier. Now it was the perfect cover-up. That left only the decision to wear socks to hide his stockings and he chose to leave them off. The stockings were black and close enough to looking like men's nylon dress socks that unless he forgot and crossed his legs, or slipped his dress loafers off for some reason, that shouldn't be a problem.

In fact, the only problem he had was what to do with the next hour. So he took his jacket off and went back to the computer, wondering what else he could learn from the internet. He had a lot of questions about all this, but the biggest one was not anything he'd find an answer to on the net. The biggie in the back of his mind was how he was going to tell Mindy that he'd been the first to take the big step.

Not counting Darrell, whose quickies with Jim she didn't know about yet, Mindy had beat him by several hours and was about to get one up on him. With Erin, there'd been almost a rush about the whole thing. Once she and Erin had determined they were going to have sex, it had happened very quickly. With Valerie, it was a whole different story. Instead of rushing to the bedroom, Mindy poured them each a glass of wine and they sat talking, cuddled on the couch, occasionally stopping for a quick kiss and hug, usually with one or both allowing their hand to brush the other's breasts. It was not the overt clutching of a tit, like a man would do, but more of a physical acknowledgement of the other's assets with just a hint of foreplay and what was to come.

She learned that Valerie had been attracted to girls and women all her life, having sex with another girl when she was barely a teen and continuing ever since. "It's not that I wasn't interested in boys," she explained, "But I never lost interest in girls. I don't think there's ever been a time in my life that I didn't have at least one girlfriend." As the women continued to compare notes, there were a lot of similarities. Valerie also had two kids, both grown and off on their own. Where Jim was a few months older than Mindy, John was a few years younger than Valerie. "My first husband, the kid's father, was older than me by a bunch. I doubt he believes in life after death because after the kids were born, he didn't believe in life after dinner. After we divorced, I didn't date any men for several years until I met John at work. I spotted his feminine side long before he did."

Then she went on to explain how they'd gone skiing a few years back and that she'd had an accident and hurt her back. What they'd thought was a muscle pull got progressively worse and had required surgery. She'd spent a couple of weeks in a rehab hospital after the surgery and had asked John to bring her some clothes, especially some lingerie, that she could wear. She told Mindy how John had gotten turned on going through her lingerie and that night, when he'd gotten home from visiting her, had tried wearing it. She said, "He swears he'd never done it before or had even thought about it, but he'd left a bunch of things laying on the bed and instead of putting it away, he put it on." The she told Mindy how he'd done it every night until she came home and then confessed to her.

"He was surprised that I wasn't surprised and encouraged him to do it any time he wanted. I had a visiting nurse the first week home and then made John go buy a nurses uniform and made him take care of me until I was completely on my feet. By then, I loved having him be `Joni' and waiting on me hand and foot and he got to where he loved coming home and changing into Joni as soon as he could."

Mindy listened with rapt attention as Valerie described how she got `Joni' to admit to having had experiences with other men before they'd met and that he'd love to try doing it again, possibly sharing their lovers. "So we did," she concluded, "and that was about four years ago and we've been doing it ever since."

Mindy was about to tell her that four years ago was about when they'd bought their house, when the phone rang.

To be continued.

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