Chapter 17 – Returning Home

Brenda woke me up Thursday morning with a blow job. After I climaxed, we kissed as she fed me cum. I slid down and began pleasuring her with my tongue. She began convulsing as wave after wave of orgasm swept her body. She finally pulled me into a hug. “Oh, what a wonderful going-away present. I’ll remember this for a long time.”

We showered together. It was time to remove my breast forms. Brenda packed the forms, adhesive, and adhesive remover. I put them in my travel duffel. We had breakfast, and I was on the road before 8 AM. I would lose two hours driving from Colorado to Ohio. I planned a mid-trip overnight stop east of St. Louis, Missouri. I arrived home at 1 PM.

The house has three bedrooms on the main floor, plus a guest bedroom in the partially finished basement. There is a two-car garage and two additional single-car garages. Dad had invested in real estate since graduating from college and found this house in foreclosure four years ago. I parked in the garage and unpacked only what I would need for the afternoon.

I went into my bedroom to shower and shave. I lay on the bed to attach my breast forms and let the glue set. After a few minutes, I made sure they were secure, then put on a bra and panties, and wiggled into my girdle. I painted my toenails and fingernails with a shimmering pink polish and waited for it to dry before rolling on stockings and attaching them to the garter tabs. I pulled on the gray ribbed-knit bodycon dress, then styled my hair and applied makeup. I added large hoop earrings, then stepped into four-inch CFM pumps. I looked in a full-length mirror, and there was no sign of Justin. A very pretty young lady looked back at me. I loved the feeling of a bosom, and I was now comfortable walking in heels.

Mom had a frilly pink apron in the pantry. I put it over my dress and began preparing a salad and individual meatloaves. While the meatloaves cooked, I set the table and opened a bottle of wine.

When I heard the garage door open, I took off my apron and welcomed Mom and Ashley. “Welcome home, Jessica. You look stunning. What a fabulous dress. Your hair and makeup are perfect.” Mom greeted me with a hug and a kiss.

“Wow! What a classy new sister. You’ll definitely turn heads in that dress and those heels. I love it.” Ashley hugged me and kissed my cheek.

“Thanks. I’m comfortable with being Jessica. I’m glad you both approve. How did the volleyball tournament go?”

Ashley recapped the tournament. Arizona State defeated West Virginia; Utah defeated Baylor; UC defeated Kansas State; and Iowa State defeated TCU. They will travel to Ames, Iowa, next week for the conference championship. The final four are Arizona State, Utah, Iowa State, and Cincinnati.

Dinner was ready. I served the salad and individual meat loaves. Mom had a pie in the refrigerator for dessert. They were both exhausted from their trip and crashed. I put on the apron, cleaned the kitchen, and crashed as well.

I woke Saturday morning, happy to be in my own bed but lonely without Brenda. After a shower and a shave, I dressed in a bra, panties, shorts, a golf shirt, and tennis shoes. I brushed my hair, applied makeup, and put on stud earrings. I retrieved the newspaper, then went to the kitchen. Mom and Ashley were still in bed. I fixed breakfast. Mom and Ashley came into the kitchen wearing housecoats.

“Good to have you home. Thanks for fixing breakfast. I like how you styled your hair. Even in a simple golf shirt, you look beautiful.” Mom gave me a hug and a kiss.

“Thanks, Mom. I appreciate your encouragement. Do you have anything on your calendar today?”

“Nothing. What do you have planned?”

“I’m going to unload all the clothes I brought. Some might fit Ashley.”

“Great. You can host a fashion show.”

“You did makeup on a Saturday?” exclaimed Ashley.

“I wanted to look good for you.”

After breakfast, I backed my SUV up to the front door and began unloading the bags of clothing into the basement. Ashley came down to help reassemble the rolling clothing racks. We hung all the clothing bags.

“My goodness. Renee must have been a clothes horse! How many dresses are in here?”

“You can go through all of these to find anything you like. I’m sure some will be your size and style. Anything neither of us wants will go to charity.”

I pulled out several dresses that Aunt Brenda and I had selected and laid them on the bed in the basement bedroom. Ashley was choosing several outfits she wanted. I took a gray patterned-knit bodycon sweater dress upstairs to my bedroom and undressed. I wiggled into my girdle, rolled on stockings, clipped them to the garter tabs, and stepped into the four-inch CFM pumps. I pulled the dress on, smoothed everything, then returned to the basement.

“You look amazing! That dress is marvelous with those pumps,” exclaimed Ashley.

“Thanks, Sis. There are several I think you’ll like. As you said, Renee was a clothes horse.”

Mom came downstairs and sat on the sofa to watch the fashion show. I handed her a notepad to critique the dresses. “Here, Mom. You can rate anything we model.”

“Oh, this will be fun. The dress you’re wearing is fabulous. Not office wear, but for a party.”

To get things rolling, I went into the basement bedroom, removed the bodycon dress and my bra. I put on a khaki front-knot dress, braless, kept the four-inch CFM pumps on, and stepped back to the game room.

“Jessica! That dress is decadent. Wear it to any bar, and you’ll be hit on immediately,” exclaimed Ashley.

“Absolutely. That’s a beautiful dress, but you’d better be careful about where you go while wearing it,” Mom replied.

“I agree with you both. It’s a sexy dress, but not one to wear everywhere.”

I went back to the bedroom, removed the dress and heels, put on my bra, and chose a floral-print, belted, fit-and-flare dress with two-inch heels.

“That’s more like what you’d wear to the office. I like it. Very classy and very professional,” Mom said.

“Thanks. I like it as well, for the same reasons.”

I modeled twenty-five more dresses, and there were still more in the clothing bags. The last was a belted, short-sleeved tartan plaid dress. Mom and Ashley both said it was suitable for casual office wear. I wore it upstairs to fix dinner.

Chapter 18 – Meeting Kayla

On Monday morning, I showered, shaved, put on makeup, and chose a blue-flowered wrap dress and sandals. After I prepared breakfast, Mom left for her office. Ashley went to her bedroom to study. I went to the office and began updating financial records.

The doorbell rang. The front door is right outside the office, so I answered. A young lady, about five feet six, with shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair, who appeared to be in her mid-twenties, stood there, wearing a tight black-and-white striped t-shirt that showed off her figure. When she saw me, she looked confused.

“Hi, I’m Kayla Logan, one of Ashley’s volleyball teammates. Is Ashley here?”

“Certainly. Please come in. I’m Jessica, Ashley’s sister. Just a second, and I’ll get her.” I led Kayla to the family room, then walked down the hall to Ashley’s bedroom and knocked. “Kayla Logan is here to see you.”

I returned to the family room. “Ashley will be here shortly. Would you like a drink?”

“No, I’m fine. I thought Ashley had a brother.”

Ashley walked into the room. “Yes. My brother is now my part-time sister. She’s much prettier and more fun to be around.”

“Okay, wait a minute. I’m intrigued and would like to know more. Are you transitioning?”

“No, I’m just a crossdresser. I started last month while in Colorado.”

“I just graduated with a major in Psychology and a minor in Sociology. I’m pursuing a master's in Psychology. If you’re available, I’d like to meet with you to conduct a clinical evaluation for my Community Psychology class. I promise I won’t record any personally identifiable information.”

“I’m okay with that. When and where would you like to meet?”

“If you’re not doing anything for dinner, could you come to my apartment this evening? I’ll order a pizza, and we can chat. It’s better than going to a restaurant or bar.”

“I’m fine with that. Let me get my phone.” I retrieved it, and Kayla added her name, address, and phone number to my contact list.

“What time do you want me to arrive?” I asked.

“Can you be there at four?”

“Certainly. I look forward to the evaluation.” Ashley and Kayla left for who knows where. I returned to the office and sent Mom a message to let her know I wouldn’t be home for dinner.

Google Maps showed it would be seven miles and twenty minutes to Kayla’s apartment. I set an alarm for three fifteen and kept working on financial reports. When my alarm buzzed, I went to the bathroom, reapplied my lip gloss, and headed to Kayla’s apartment.

I found the right apartment and knocked on the door. Kayla answered immediately. “Thank you so much for coming. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. What would you like to drink? I have beer, wine, or hard liquor.”

“If you’re ordering pizza, I’ll have a beer.”

“Great.” She went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer. “Do you want a mug?” she asked.

“No, I can drink from the bottle. I graduated this year as well.”

Kayla brought two bottles of beer, then placed the pizza order.

“I’m so excited to talk to you. Our discussion will be a major part of my research. It was fortuitous to meet you. I was planning to visit one of the LGBTQ bars to find a crossdresser or a transgender person. Please start at the beginning and tell me how you became a crossdresser. Are you planning to transition?”

“No plans to transition. Grab your drink and sit back. My story will take a few minutes.”

Kayla sat with a notepad, and I started by saying that my dad, uncle, and cousin had died in February. After I graduated, I took a trip to Colorado to help organize my aunt's financial records. The first evening began with a meeting with Morgan, the director of the Celtic Festival, who needed a female stand-in. That spiraled out of control as I became Jessica, which led to having sex with my aunt, the lead in the play, Robert, and Morgan. When the volleyball team came to Boulder, Mom and Ashley met Jessica and Morgan. They accepted Jessica. I was in Colorado as a woman for three weeks. I returned home on Friday and have continued to dress as a woman.

“That’s wild. Do you plan to continue living as a woman? Do you plan to continue having sex with men, maybe transgender men?”

“Mom has encouraged me to dress as Jessica at home. When I go out in the community, I’ll be Justin. I didn’t consider coming to your apartment as going out in the community. I’m comfortable wearing a dress and heels. I like having a bosom, styling my hair, and wearing makeup. I have no interest in being with men anymore. I’ve done things I’m not proud of, and I don’t want to continue down that road.”

There was a knock at the door. Kayla accepted the delivery and paid for the pizza. We paused, refreshed our beers, and began to eat.

“Tell me about yourself. You mentioned earlier that you recently graduated and are now pursuing your master’s. Where are you from? What are your plans?”

“I’m from Middletown, Ohio, about a forty-five-minute drive north of here. My dad worked for the county road department. He died in a work-related accident when I was two. Mom held multiple jobs, mainly as a waitress or housekeeper. She never remarried and passed away two years ago.”

“I came to school on a combination of academic and athletic scholarships. Even with both scholarships, I still needed additional income, so I joined the Air Force ROTC program, which paid me to attend school. When I graduated, I was commissioned as a second lieutenant and transferred from ROTC to the Air Force Reserve. When I finish my master’s, I’ll go on active duty for six years. With a master’s degree, I’ll start as a captain.”

“You said Middletown, Ohio? That’s where Morgan Vance is from. Only she was Marcus before joining the Navy and moving to Denver.”

“You’re kidding! I lived two doors down from the Vance family. Marcus’ younger sister, Amy, babysat me. I was in second grade when he joined the Navy, and I haven’t seen him since.”

“Well, Marcus is now Morgan, and she has a trophy set of boobs.”

“Marcus, now Morgan, is living as a woman?”

“Yes. As Morgan told me, very few in Lyons know she isn’t a woman. She still has her male plumbing and swings both ways.”

“I really appreciate you sharing with me about your crossdressing. Do you think there’s a way for me to contact Morgan? Since she’s living full-time as a woman, she’s more committed to transitioning than you are.”

“Just a minute, and I’ll call her.” I retrieved my phone and dialed Morgan’s number.

“Hello, Jessica. Great to hear from you. I’m guessing you made it home without any issues. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing great. I have a big surprise for you. Do you remember the Logan family from Middletown? Their daughter, Kayla, is right here. She remembers you and would like to speak with you.” I put my phone on speaker.

“Oh, my goodness. Yes, I remember Kayla and her mom, Joyce Logan. My younger sister, Amy, babysat Kayla. What would she like to discuss?”

“Morgan, this is Kayla. I’m researching Community Psychology for my master’s degree program. I met Jessica today and learned she knew you. She explained that you were involved in her introduction to crossdressing. During our discussion, Jessica told me you have breast implants, which means you’re committed to living as a female, in contrast to her part-time crossdressing. I would love to interview you. As I explained to Jessica, I will never record any personally identifying information.”

“Oh, this is wild. Sure. If Jessica gives you a recommendation, I’ll certainly agree to an interview. How long would it take, and when would you like to chat?”

“It may take a few hours to complete your story. Would Sunday morning work?”

“Certainly. I don’t have any plans for Saturday evening, so I should be home on Sunday morning. There’s a two-hour time difference between Colorado and Ohio. What time works for you?”

“Can I call you at ten AM your time? I’ll get your number from Jessica and send you a copy of my interview questionnaire.”

“That sounds wonderful. I hope I can be helpful with your research. Jessica, please keep in touch and let me know how you’re doing.”

“No problem, Morgan. Keep me up to date on life in Lyons,” I replied.

“Thank you so much, Morgan. I really appreciate this,” added Kayla.

“I look forward to our call on Sunday. Have a great evening.” Morgan ended the call.

“Thank you so much for connecting me with Morgan. I appreciate your trust.”

“How about another beer and a slice of pizza?” I asked.

“Of course.” She went to get two bottles of beer while I took another slice of pizza.

We chatted about our interests and family history. Even though we had both recently graduated from the same college, we had never been in the same classes because we had studied in different schools. Her most recent boyfriend had accepted an out-of-state job, so she wasn’t seeing anyone. My most recent girlfriend had accepted a job in Japan, so I wasn’t seeing anyone. As a graduate student, she was still eligible to play varsity volleyball.

“Now that you’ve graduated, have you found a job?”

“Dad was a real estate investor. He built a corporation that now owns several residential and commercial properties in and around Cincinnati. Mom, Ashley, and I are on the board. Mom has her own interior design and remodeling corporation. Dad, Ashley, and I were on the board as well. Since Dad died, Mom is now the president of both corporations. I handle contract renewals and financial records. Ashley is the recording secretary. I work from home unless I need to visit one of the properties. When that happens, I’ll have to dress as Justin. Not sure how long Mom will allow me to live at home. Yes, I’m a privileged son.”

“Why don’t you come with us to Ames on Thursday and Friday? You could cheer us on as we compete for the conference championship.”

“I can’t go through airport security as Jessica, even on a charter flight. Several parents met Jessica in Boulder, so that would be awkward. I’ll stay here and prepare a celebratory dinner for Friday after you return.”

“Are you inviting me to dinner?”

“Yes, I’ve enjoyed our time together, and I would like to see you again.”

“As crazy as it sounds, I find myself drawn to you. I’ve never knowingly met a crossdresser. You’re nothing like what I’ve read. You’re more like a normal guy who got caught up in a situation and decided you liked how it felt. You explored and tested some limits, but you set your own boundaries. Yes. I hope we can see each other again.”

“We have a guest bedroom. When you come on Friday, plan to spend the night. You won’t have to worry about driving after dinner. I’m sure there’ll be some celebratory drinking.”

“That’s very considerate of you. What if I don’t want to use the guest bedroom?”

“Wow! This relationship has progressed quickly. What would you like for dinner? What’s your favorite cuisine? What’s your favorite dessert?”

“Cook whatever you like. I’ll enjoy dining with you, your mom, and Ashley.”

“I’ll check with Mom to see whether her new boyfriend might want to join us. I don’t know him, so Mom might ask me to dress as Justin.”

“I would understand. Have you met Ethan?”

“Yes. Ashley started dating him about a year ago. He graduated this year. Not sure where he’s working. As soon as Ashley graduates, there’ll be a wedding. Mom told Ashley she wouldn’t pay for the wedding until after graduation.”

We finished the pizza. I went to the bathroom to drain beer.

“This has been a very interesting day. I’m glad we met when you came to pick up Ashley. I’m also happy you’re so understanding about my crossdressing. As you said earlier, as crazy as this sounds, I find myself drawn to you, too. I wish you the best of luck in the volleyball championship. I’ll prepare something special for dinner on Friday. Thanks for the beer and pizza. I hope my data is useful for your degree program. I hope we see each other again.”

“Yes. To everything.” Kayla hugged me and gave me an enthusiastic kiss. “I look forward to Friday.”

I returned home. Mom and Ashley had suffered with leftovers. “How did your interview with Kayla go?” asked Ashley.

“She asked a lot of questions. I answered them all. It turns out she’s from the same small town as Morgan Vance. Morgan’s younger sister used to babysit Kayla. I don’t know if you picked up on the fact that Morgan is actually Marcus with a boob job.”

“Wow! No, I had no idea! She’s certainly beautiful,” exclaimed Ashley.

“I had no idea either,” replied Mom.

“I called Morgan, and they scheduled a time for Kayla to interview her on Sunday. I invited Kayla to a celebration dinner on Friday after you return from winning the volleyball tournament. I offered our guest bedroom so she wouldn’t have to drive after dinner and drinking. She suggested inviting Ethan. Mom, I understand you have a new boyfriend. Would you like to invite him? Should I introduce him to Jessica, or would it be better to introduce him as Justin?”

“I’m thrilled you and Kayla hit it off. Unfortunately, Ethan will be away for National Guard training. Dinner sounds wonderful. What will you prepare?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t know yet, Mom. Do you want to invite your new boyfriend? Do you want me to dress as Jessica or as Justin to meet him?”

“Jessica, you continue to amaze me. I’m very happy to have a new daughter. You’ve met William Christian, who owns one of the remodeling companies I work with. We started seeing each other while you were in Colorado. I’ll invite him.”

“This will surprise you. When we returned from Colorado, I showed him your picture, and he was intrigued. He’s a widower. His wife was a psychologist who counseled transgender people. She encouraged William to be tolerant, even if not supportive. He told me he would like to meet Jessica.”

“Wow, that’s certainly a surprise. I’ll be sure to wear something nice. Is there anything you’d like me to cook? How about a special dessert?”

“You can fix whatever you want. It will be a treat to have dinner ready when we get back.”

Chapter 19 – Volleyball Championship

I spent the week as Jessica, working from the home office and preparing meals for Mom and Ashley.

During dinner on Wednesday, Ashley said Kayla had volunteered to drive to the airport on Thursday morning. Since Kayla would be coming to dinner, it would be convenient to have her car here on Friday evening.

“That’s very kind of her,” Mom replied.

“What time do you need to be at the airport?” I asked.

“The charter flight leaves Lunken Field at eight AM, so no later than seven,” Ashley replied.

“It’s only fifteen minutes from here to Lunken Field. Tell Kayla to be here at six, and I’ll have breakfast ready for you.”

“What a wonderful gesture. Are you trying to make points with Kayla?” Ashley asked.

“I’m helping my mother and sister start the day with a good breakfast. If that earns points with Kayla, it’ll be a bonus.”

I set my alarm for five AM. When it buzzed, I showered, shaved, brushed my hair, put on makeup, and got dressed. I chose a red geometric-patterned dress and two-inch sandals.

For breakfast, I prepared a pot of coffee, bacon, French toast, and scrambled eggs. As I set the table, I poured orange juice into glasses. The doorbell rang.

“Good morning, Miss Kayla. Please come in.”

“Good morning, Jessica. You look lovely. It’s very sweet of you to invite me to breakfast. Here’s the morning paper.” Kayla gave me a hug and a kiss, and I returned them.

Mom came into the kitchen. “Good morning, Kayla. Thank you for the taxi ride. Jessica, you look beautiful, and this breakfast looks scrumptious.”

“Hello, Mrs. H. You look bright-eyed and ready to go this early in the morning.”

“Thank you, Kayla. Please call me Michelle. Have a seat, and let’s eat. I’m sure Ashley will join us soon.”

Kayla and Mom sat down and began serving themselves.

Ashley finally appeared. “Good morning, everyone. Thanks for fixing breakfast, Jessica. You look beautiful this early.”

“Thanks, Ashley. Enjoy breakfast. Best of luck in the tournament. I’ll make something special for dinner tomorrow.”

Ashley and I sat down for breakfast. When everyone finished, Mom, Ashley, and Kayla each gave me a hug and a kiss before leaving through the front door. I cleaned the kitchen and went to the office to work for the day.

I did some recipe research and finally settled on tomorrow’s dinner. I started with a Caramelized Pear and Blue Cheese Salad, served with a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc. For the main course, I chose Korean BBQ Meatballs with Spicy Mayo Dip, paired with an Argentinian Malbec. Side dishes included mashed potatoes and sautéed green beans. For dessert, I chose a Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Layer Cake with Vanilla Bean Ice Cream, accompanied by a Portuguese Port Wine. The layer cake was the same one Morgan served last week. I broke down each recipe and compiled a shopping list.

While in Colorado, Jessica had been out in public several times. I decided to take the risk and go shopping while dressed. I stopped at the liquor store. Since I was only buying wine, the clerk didn’t question my age. I went to the grocery store to finish my shopping list and used the self-checkout to avoid the cashier.

Friday morning, I showered and dressed casually, wearing no makeup, a bra and panties, a golf shirt, shorts, and loafers. I worked until noon. I showered again, shaved, and put on a tartan plaid dress with two-inch strappy sandals. I brushed my hair, applied makeup, and put in small hoop earrings.

I put on Mom’s pink apron and started preparing dinner.

Mom called to tell me the team had lost their match but would stay to watch the final game. They would be home around six PM. I told her dinner would be ready for them.

At five-forty-five, the doorbell rang. I answered and greeted William Christian.

“Welcome. Come in. I’m Jessica. Would you like a cocktail before the girls arrive?”

“Thanks, Jessica. If you’re having a cocktail, I’ll join you.”

“What’s your preference? Bourbon, Scotch, vodka, or gin?”

“I’ll have a Bourbon on the rocks.”

“Great. Come on in and make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

I poured a glass of Bourbon on the rocks for William and a glass of Chardonnay for myself. “Cheers.” We clinked glasses and sipped.

“Mom called earlier to tell me the girls lost their match but were going to stay and watch the championship. They fought hard but came up short.”

“Your mother told me about you becoming Jessica. She didn’t mention how pretty you are as a young lady. I don’t have an issue with you living your life. If Michelle is okay with Jessica, I’m fine.”

“Thank you so much. I only dress at home. I took a chance and went to the grocery store yesterday. I don’t go to bars or any gatherings. I’m not trying to attract attention.”

“If I passed you on the street, I’d have no idea you weren’t who you seemed to be.”

“Thanks.”

As we were sipping our drinks, the front door opened, and the ladies walked in.

“We’re back!” Ashley announced.

William and I stood to greet them with hugs and kisses.

“William, you’ve met Jessica, my new part-time daughter.”

“She’s very beautiful.”

“My goodness, Miss Jessica, you look lovely,” added Kayla.

“Thanks. I dressed to impress you. Did it work?” I laughed.

She gave me another hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Yes, it did.”

The oven timer buzzed.

“Please have a seat, and I’ll serve dinner.”

I brought the chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. William poured the wine as I served the salad.

“Cheers. We’re sorry you lost, but it was a good tournament. We’re proud of you,” Mom said.

After we finished the salad, I cleared the plates and served the meatballs. Again, William poured the wine.

“Jessica, you did a fabulous job on dinner. I really appreciate having a nice meal after a long day. This dinner is even better than last week’s,” Mom replied.

“Thanks, Mom. Hope you saved room for dessert. It’ll knock your socks off.”

After everyone finished dinner, I cleared the dishes, brought out the layer cake, and set it in the center of the table.

“Oh, my goodness. Talk about decadent. I’m gaining five pounds just from looking at it.”

“Not to worry, Mom, I also have vanilla bean ice cream as a topping.”

Everyone insisted on a small slice of cake and a single scoop of ice cream. I poured a glass of port wine to accompany dessert.

While we were enjoying dessert, William asked Kayla about her degree program. “Kayla, what’s your major? When do you graduate?”

“I just graduated with a Bachelor of Science in psychology and a minor in sociology. I’m pursuing my master’s in psychology.”

“Very interesting,” William continued. “My wife was a psychologist. She passed away two years ago. What drew you to this field?”

“When I was ten, I was involved in a tragic bicycle accident. My handlebar pierced my abdomen, leading to serious complications. As a result, my reproductive organs were removed. I’ll never have children. One upside is that I don’t have to experience menstruation or cramping. Another benefit is that I don’t have to deal with the cost or side effects of birth control pills. The nurses who cared for me in the hospital inspired me to work in healthcare.”

“I apologize. I didn’t mean to bring up such a tragedy, and I had no way to know.”

“I’m not upset anymore. It’s a fact of my life, and I can’t do anything about it. Through my classes, I’ve learned a lot about myself and how to handle different issues. That led me to interview Jessica, which led to this wonderful dinner party.” 

“Okay, Jessica, you’re hired as our private chef. This dinner was fabulous. If Kayla wasn’t sufficiently impressed, I certainly was!” Ashley announced, changing the subject.

“Not to worry. I’m totally impressed. Of course, you now have a reputation to uphold. No more hot dogs or hamburgers for you, Miss Jessica.”

“I’ll add my accolades to the discussion. This dinner was better than what you’d find at most upscale restaurants. Michelle, you might have to keep her.” William laughed.

“Jessica, you’ve outdone yourself. I’m very proud of you. Thanks for the fantastic meal.”

“Thank you all. I’m honored you enjoyed the meal. It was my pleasure. Would anyone like an after-dinner drink?”

“I’m stuffed and satisfied. No more for me. It’s been a long day. I’ll head to bed. Thank you again, Jessica. See you tomorrow.” Ashley hugged me and cheek-kissed me, then went around the table, hugging Kayla, William, and Mom, who also got a kiss.

“I’ll be leaving. I have an early tee time tomorrow. It was very nice meeting you, Jessica. You did a fabulous job. I hope to see you in the future. It was very nice meeting you, Kayla.” Mom escorted William out the front door.

“Wow! Yes, I’m impressed. You prepared a first-class dinner. Thank you. Would you like help cleaning up the kitchen?” Kayla asked.

“You don’t have to, but I would certainly appreciate your help.” She hugged and kissed me. We cleaned the table, put away the leftovers, started the dishwasher, and took glasses of wine into the living room.

Mom came back through the front door. “Kayla, thank you for helping Jessica clean up and for providing taxi service. William was very impressed. He said you conducted yourself like a young lady. He wouldn’t object to seeing you again. I’m very proud of you. I’ll see you two for breakfast.”

“Great. I’m glad we got that out of the way. I was nervous when he arrived.” Mom hugged me, kissed my cheek, then headed to her bedroom.

“Okay. Your call. Would you like to see the guest bedroom, or will you be sleeping with me?”

“No question. But I’m too tired to do anything this evening. Maybe in the morning.”

We retired to my bedroom, which has a private bathroom. Kayla took her toothbrush and nightie to the bathroom. When she returned, I brushed my teeth and changed into my nightie. We snuggled and kissed before drifting off to sleep.

Sunlight streamed through the window, causing us to stir. I began kissing and nuzzling sensitive parts of Kayla’s body. I slipped her panties off and continued nuzzling down her belly. She rolled me onto my back and sat on my face, allowing me to continue. I began swirling my tongue around her clit. Her breathing intensified. “You’re magnificent,” she moaned. I alternated between long, slow licks and quick, thrusts of my tongue, finding a rhythm that left her struggling above me. When she finally climaxed, she scooted down and mounted me.

“Wow. I never had to scoot over boobs before!”

“Is that a problem?”

“Oh, heavens no. As wonderful as you made me feel, I have no issue with you having boobs.”

She rode me until I climaxed.

“Was that good for you, Miss Jessica?”

“You’re fantastic. I certainly hope this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship. Even before this morning, I’d come to appreciate you as someone I’d like to know better. I understand the Air Force will send you to the far reaches of the world after you complete your master’s degree. Until then, I’d enjoy spending time with you.”

She hugged and passionately kissed me. “Yes, I want to spend time with you as well. Who knows what will happen over the next two years? Let’s enjoy each other and cross that bridge when we get there.”

We showered together. I shaved, then put on a pink-flowered button-front blouse, a white skirt, and sandals. I brushed my hair, put on makeup, and put in stud earrings.

“My goodness, Miss Jessica. You’re quite pretty this morning. Your hair and makeup are perfect.” She hugged and kissed me.

“Thanks. I enjoy dressing and looking nice.”

I went outside to retrieve the newspaper, then went into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast. 

Mom came into the kitchen wearing a bathrobe. “Good morning, Jessica. You look lovely. Thank you again for such a wonderful dinner. It was magnificent. You set the bar pretty high. As Kayla said, no more burgers and hot dogs from you! You fixed a wonderful breakfast. I don’t think you need to worry about William. You can be either Justin or Jessica.” She hugged and kissed me.

“Thanks, Mom. I’m glad you were pleased and that William is okay with Jessica.”

Mom sat at the table with her coffee, reading the paper. Kayla came out of my bedroom and joined us. “Kayla, I’m totally shocked you didn’t use the guest bedroom – NOT!”

“I was going to, but it would’ve been so lonely. Besides, I wanted to thank Jessica for the wonderful dinner. I’m sure you understand.” They both laughed.

“What are your plans for today?” asked Mom.

“I don’t have anything scheduled,” I replied.

“I have studying to do, and I need to prepare for my interview with Morgan tomorrow. I already sent her the questionnaire, so she’ll know what to expect from me.”

We finished breakfast, and Kayla prepared to leave. “Thank you for a fantastic dinner and a wonderful breakfast. When will I see you again? Will you be Justin or Jessica? I’m fine with either or both.”

“I’m available. When would you like to meet? I’d love to hear about your call with Morgan.”

“I’ll call you once Morgan and I have finished. Jessica can come over for dinner. It won’t be as elegant as last night’s, but we’ll have a good time.”

“Pizza and beer were just fine on Monday. We can do it again.”

I walked Kayla out to her car. We hugged and kissed, then she left.

“I’m happy to see you with Kayla. I spent time with her on the flights. I like her.”

“I hope we can build a good relationship. Kayla fully accepts Jessica. I know that once she completes her master’s degree, the Air Force will transfer her wherever. We’ll enjoy our time together until then.”

“It was sad to hear about her childhood accident. What a tragedy. She’s a lovely young lady. I’m sure she would have made a wonderful mother. Maybe she’ll adopt someday.”

Ashley finally came out for breakfast. “Jessica, you look wonderful. What was the final decision regarding William and Jessica?”

“Mom said I don’t need to worry when William comes. It won’t matter whether I’m Justin or Jessica.”

“That’s great. I really like Jessica.” She hugged me and kissed my cheek.

I spent the rest of Saturday rearranging my closet to make room for some of the dresses I brought from Colorado. The clothing racks in the basement now doubled as my extended closet. I also started the laundry. Mom and Ashley brought out their dirty clothes and bags for bras. Ashley volunteered to take a separate pile to the dry cleaners.

Dinner was leftovers from last night. There was still a large slice of the layer cake. After last night, it was lonely going to bed by myself. I scrubbed off my makeup and put on a nightie.

*** To Be Continued ***