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Chapter 30: The Club. 

The next day was odd. I was back to normal male clothes, although, of course, I was wearing feminine underwear beneath them. At lunchtime, I went down to the salon and spoke with Julie about her accounts.

She told me that she was thinking about expanding and that she would value my opinion if she found premises or had new ideas. I told her that I was taking Jess for a coffee.

She gave me a strange look. I explained that we had been chatting when she came round to the house last week to drop off her paperwork.

"She likes you. Be careful. She is fragile."

Julie warned.

"There is nothing going on, but she has kind of adopted me as her big brother. I know that she has troubles with her dad too, although I suspect that she is not as fragile as I first thought. Victoria knows all about it; no secrets."

Jess was able to report that things had gone well at home and that her dad had kept going on about Victoria and what a nice woman she is. She also told me that she had enjoyed Friday evening and Saturday morning, despite them being difficult for all of us. I reassured her. Then I took a deep breath and explained about the planned visit to the pub and club the following evening.

Initially, she was doubtful, but when I mentioned Victoria talking to her dad, she agreed. "But why are you doing this for me?"

"I like you; we both do. You know our secret, and we trust you, and this may help you too, although I am not as certain about it as Victoria."

"Okay, thank you. I will go."

That evening, Victoria called Jess's father and got him to agree that Jess could come with us and that she could change at our house and stay overnight. Then she spoke to Jess, who was overjoyed. Jess and I set off for home after work. She was going to change at our house.

I was a little worried because I was going to change with another person in the house. I know that sounds daft, but somehow it did not feel 'proper' to me. Victoria had left clothes out for me.

A knee-length black wool skirt, the bat wing sleeve sweater, and a pair of black patent heels. I was left to select my own underwear. Black bra, camisole and matching knickers, and a pair of opaque tights. Jess knocked on the door as I was putting the shoes on.

"Come in."

She did so. She was wearing a navy blue knee-length dress in some very lightweight fabric, navy gloss tights, and navy heels. Her make-up was a bit heavier than I had seen her wear before, and she had pulled her hair into a French braid. She looked stunning.

"Wow, you look gorgeous."

She looked slightly embarrassed and gave me a small curtsey, "Why thank you? Can I help you do your hair and make-up?"

"Are you sure?"

I asked.

"Yes. I would love to do it. You are so kind to me."

Victoria arrived home a few minutes later and found us in the bedroom.

"Hi, I see that you have made a start. I'm going to pop in the shower." Which is what she did.

She came back with a large towel wrapped around herself. She pulled on some knickers and turned away while putting on a bra. Then she walked almost naked to the wardrobe and selected a dress and heels.

I was shocked that she would do that in front of Jess. She saw me looking at her and responded, "What is wrong? You are surprised that I am getting dressed in front of Jess?" I nodded.

"Think about this: my husband is having his make-up done while wearing a dress, and you think that me being half naked in front of Jess is a bit bold. Get a grip."

Jess burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry that was rude, but Victoria does have a point. Can I help with your make-up and hair as well, Victoria?"

"Jess, that would be great, and in the meantime, she (pointing at me) can go and put a couple of pizzas in the oven. We should eat something before we go."

When Jess was finished, I went to the kitchen, and while I was there, I realized that I was going to be outside of the house dressed as a woman for the first time. My knees started to shake, and then I realized that I did not have a coat or jacket and that I would need a handbag.

Victoria and Jess arrived as I took the pizzas from the oven. I watched both of them. They behaved like sisters or friends who had known each other for years.

I was also struck by the fact that the two women who shared my secret and to whom I was closest were both stunningly beautiful.

Jess looked all grown up and nothing like the shy young lady who worked at the salon or the one who was terrified of her father.

"You two seem to be getting along," I remarked.

Victoria looked at Jess and then at me.

"Yes, we are. We have just been having a laugh. It seems like I have known her for a long time. And she is very skilled. I love my make-up."

Shyly Jess remarked, "It looks like I have a big brother and a big sister."

Then she looked at me and giggled.

"Well, maybe two big sisters."

We all laughed. Victoria had thought about the coat. She produced a short black quilted jacket that would be perfect and a navy silk scarf.

"I popped out at lunchtime and got this too." From a carrier, she produced a black medium-size leather handbag that had a shoulder strap and a flap.

"Plain and serviceable for any occasion or everyday use," she said.

"Now we need to stock it up."

She pulled a black purse and a makeup bag from the carrier.

"Transfer your cash into the purse and the make-up that you need for repairs into this."

Then she produced a brush, a comb, and a small mirror.

"Maybe we should add some tampons and condoms."

I went ashen and could not find any words.

"Only joking. But I've just noticed the opaque tights. That will never do; go and change them for something else.

10 or 15 deniers. I was dismissed as the two of them got back into conversation. I went to change. I was nervous. We got into the car, and of course, just getting there made me nervous. I was relegated to the back seat while Jess and Victoria talked non-stop. They liked each other, and they got along very well.

Not that I was listening much. I could not help but wonder what I was doing, and I confess I was very nervous. We got to the club, which was in a function room above a pub. The three of us went in, and the woman who appeared to be in charge told us that the evening was just a social event with no talks or presentations.

She suggested that we have a drink and that some of the girls would get together to chat and some of the partners would do likewise, and then there would be a disco and dancing.

Victoria went and got drinks, and I looked around the room. There were about 70 people present; about 40 were cross-dressers; about 20 appeared to be partners; and there were five guys and a couple that I was not sure about.

I later learned that some of the partners were also cross-dressers! When Victoria came back, she asked what I had thought of the hostess.

"She was lovely. Why?"

"She was a he."

"Really, wow."

I was stunned.

"I would never have known that. How do you know?"

"She told me at the bar. She works in advertising, as a guy, and dresses as a hobby.

You see, it is possible for a man to dress and not be found out. I suspect that you could pass 95% of the time."

"5% chance of being humiliated."

Victoria leaned into me and whispered, "I suspect that 5% turns you on." I was shocked, but after a few minutes, I thought perhaps she was correct. Jess decided to go down to the bar.

Victoria and I split up. I went and sat with some cross-dressers. After about an hour, I went looking for Victoria but could not see her. I stood at the bar and again chatted with a married couple, and he was almost as stunning as his wife. Victoria came up behind me, and we went to sit at a table.

"Are you okay? I went to check on Jess."

"I'm fine now. Where is she?" I asked. She is in the bar. It's a gay-friendly pub. She has fended off two straight guys and is now chatting with a stunning girl about her age. I think that this is good for her."

We chatted for a while before Victoria asked, "Well, what do you think?"" I'm glad we came.

I managed to get out dressed, even though I am the ugly sister of the three of us. It has been interesting chatting, and I realize that there is a lot more cross-dressing and transgenderism than I thought. I had this idea that it was only in bigger cities and not nearby. It seems stupid, but then maybe I am."

"Well, you are attractive given what you have to work with. You could probably be stunning, but that would involve things that were impossible to cover up in guy mode: eyebrows, hair, that sort of thing.

I told you that it was not as far out as you thought. I had some interesting conversations with partners, and they confirmed what you just said." I did not have anything to say, but Victoria was not finished.

"I love you very much, and I love your dressing. I know that it started as a joke and was something that had never occurred to me—well, either of us, I suppose. But I love what we are doing and want it to continue. I want to keep pushing, but you always have the option to say enough. Would you want to come back here again?

"I love you and agree that we are having fun and that I enjoy this. I wonder if I am dressing too often, and would you want me to ease up? I'm not sure that I want to come back again. It's not really our cup of tea, is it?"

"I agree about coming back, but it was worth it to get you out. And I do not want you to 'ease up. You can dress as often as you want; just remember, it cannot be half and half."

We went to find Jess in the bar soon after that chat, and she was standing with a girl at the bar.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, thanks, Melissa."

She turned to her companion and introduced me as her sister, and then said, "Claire has to go, so I'm ready if you are."

We went back to the car. It was obvious that Jess had had a few glasses of wine, but it was also obvious that she was on a high.

"Thank you so much for taking me with you.

I have no doubt that I fancy women more than men after that evening." Jess and Victoria chatted, leaving me in the back with my own thoughts.

Chapter 31: A Quiet Couple of Weeks and a Restaurant.

Things were very quiet for the next couple of weeks.

We were both busy with work, house maintenance, and social events. I dressed in underwear every day as usual and at weekends when events permitted.

Sex was never far away. On a Wednesday evening, we were watching TV when Victoria asked me a question:

"You managed very well when we went to the club; now I want to do something a little more challenging. I have booked us a table at an Italian restaurant in Sheffield.

They have secluded tables, and it has a fairly dark interior.

They have their own car park, which is not very well lit. I know that it will be a challenge, but we need to go out again. Will you please do it?" She was pleading but very firm. I sat for a few minutes.

"Okay, I will do it, but please help me to get through it."

On Friday, as we were leaving for work, Victoria asked if I could get away early, and I confirmed that I could. She told me to take a bath and wait for her. She arrived home about 3 p.m., just as I was getting out of a long, hot bath. I had used lots of oils, and it had relaxed me a little. Victoria came to find me and said, "Hi darling, you smell good. Come on, lots to do."

I said nothing for the next hour. Victoria chatted about her work day, office gossip, and what she was doing. She glued the breast forms in place and wrapped the black corset before pulling the laces. The built-in bra held up the breasts. Then we sat, and she applied fingernails and did both toe and fingernail polish in a dark purple.

Then she gave me a pair of opaque purple stockings and French pants. Victoria started on my makeup, pausing to retighten the corset laces. The wig was next, the shoulder-length black one, and she spent a long time getting it right. I was about to step into the black knee-length sweater dress but was stopped as she pulled the corset laces a little tighter.

"You have lost weight."

"This is very tight," I protested, and she pulled again before tying the laces off. "That should do it." Victoria pointed to the purple heels.

"But they are too high to go out in," I protested.

"They might not be practical, but if anyone looks at you tonight, they are going to see heels, long legs, and a great figure; they are not going to think that you are a guy in a dress."

I waited for Victoria to get ready, and she looked lovely but a bit plainer than normal. I raised an eyebrow. "I want you to be the most glamorous, and if anyone looks at us, they will see you, and maybe that will convince you." She handed me a handbag.

I added my cash to the purse and checked the contents. Spare stockings, a makeup bag, a comb, breath mints, tissues, tampons, and condoms. "What?"

"If anyone does happen to look in it, they will see what most women carry."

"Condoms?"

"You never know, one of us might get lucky."

Thankfully, I could see that she was joking. I was terrified in the car. But when we got there, I decided to give it my best.

I stood up straight and walked, concentrating on 5-inch heels, on the tarmac for the first time. We were shown to our table, and although people looked up, I didn't get a second glance. "There, see, not that bad."

"Yes, no one looked at me," I replied.

"Hmmm, that is not good for ladies like other people to check them out, look at them, and admire them."

"Yes," I whispered, "but I'm not a lady."

"But you look like one; you walk like one. No one would think that you were a guy unless they got very close." We actually had a nice dinner, and I bravely went to the restroom. I remembered to freshen up my lipstick as well. Nicer than the men's room.

I walked out feeling much braver. When we got home, the sex was great. Victoria was aroused by what we had done.

"I love you. Thank you for being brave, for great sex, and for dressing. I love it, and we will be going out again soon."

We went out again the next weekend. I dressed conservatively and took lots of time to get my hair, make-up, and clothes just right. I wanted to look smart and passable, but not stand out. We went to a different restaurant, which was much more brightly lit, and we ended up at a table near the center of the room.

It was fine; no one gave me a second look, at least that I noticed. All was going well until we got up to leave, and we were intercepted by an attractive couple who approached.

The lady was a work colleague of Victoria's who had spotted us. "Hi Victoria, I wasn't sure that it was you at first. How are you?"

"Hello, Helen. My sister-in-law and I were just here for dinner. This is Melissa. Melissa, this is Helen, who works with me, and I guess her husband is Joe."

We all exchanged hellos. I was wetting my pants (not literally, of course). Time seemed to stand still; everything seemed to get hazy, and then all of a sudden, Victoria was leading me out of the door.

"Wow, that scared the living daylights of me."

"Yes, it made me a bit jumpy too. But I think that we go away with it." "So now I'm my own sister?" I nearly laughed. "It was the best that I could do, and it occurred to me that if she thought that you looked familiar, it might be due to family resemblance."

"Quick thinking, although even with your brain, I suspect that you had that in mind as an emergency plan."

"Yes, I had prepared that one in advance. I love what we are doing, but I promised to challenge you and not deliberately expose you. Let's go home. That has made me randy."

I can confirm that she was randy, and we made long, slow love and had some wild, passionate sex.

As we were relaxing, Victoria said, "Remember the tattoo you spoke about? Well, tomorrow is the day. We are expected." That stopped me from sleeping for some time.

Chapter 32: Ballet Boots Practice.

The following week was a bit crazy with work and social events. That weekend, I did some maintenance work outside the house and did mundane tasks like servicing the cars and shopping. There was little or no chance to dress, apart from underwear and a night dress.

On Monday evening, I got home with the intention of getting dinner ready when someone rang the doorbell. It was a parcel for Victoria. There were no clues as to the contents of the carton, so I stuck it on the side table.

We had eaten dinner and were moving to the lounge when Victoria noticed the parcel that I had forgotten. Victoria's face lit up when she saw the carton, and she clearly knew what was in the package. She turned to me and said, "I suggest that you go and put on your black skirt.

You don't need anything else." That left me puzzled. As I walked back into the room, I saw them. A pair of ballet boots. They were black patent with a lace-up front and would be just above ankle length.

They had heels! It was obvious that when worn, the very narrow heels and the very tips of the toes were going to be the only things in contact with the ground. Then I let out a little laugh, which caused Victoria to look at me quizzically.

I explained about the toes and the heels being the only things that would be in contact with the ground, but what made me laugh was the thought that followed. My backside would probably be in contact with the ground quite frequently as well! She laughed as well. Then she looked at me and asked, "What do you think?"

"I think that they looked sexy and very intimidating. And they have little padlocks."

"Yes, they do, but I will give them to you along with the key. I have no intention of keeping you prisoner in these. Would you like to try them on?" That last question did not really need to be asked.

"Yes please."

I sat on the couch, and Victoria put the right one on first. It was obviously going to stretch my calves, and it would take time to adjust to that. She added the left one. They fit okay; it was just the angle of my foot. "Hang on, I'll get a chair," she said as she brought a straight-back dining room chair and stood it next to where I was seated on the couch.

She had left it with the back closest to me, and that allowed me some support as I stood. I did not let go of the support, but I stood for at least 30 seconds before I had to collapse back onto the couch.

"I'm sorry, love, but that was painful. I managed to get up okay, which was a surprise in itself, but I will need to get used to the angle of my foot before I can put my weight on my toes.

I will try, I promise."

"I know that you promised, and I know that it will take time. I was shocked that you managed to stand at all. The best thing might be to try and wear them for a while each evening to adjust to them."

"I think that you are right."

"Do you want to take them off now?"

"No. That is not going to help me adjust, and I am not really giving it my best effort as I promised. They look good, don't they?"

I asked. "Okay, keep them on as long as you feel okay. And, yes, they do look good. And your legs looked as sexy as hell. I'm so fucking hot that if I could get you to the bedroom, I would abuse you." "I'm virtually lying down."

I moved around on the couch so that I was lying down. "If you wanted to lose the knickers, I have a willing tongue." That is how we spent the next 30 minutes. "Are you still okay? Victoria asked.

"I'm more than okay after that, although I may need to take care of myself later," I replied. "I meant with the boots, stupid." "No, leave them a bit longer yet."

I managed 75 minutes that first time.

I was partly proud and partly disappointed. I really did want to be able to stand in them, but that would take some time. We did go to bed early and went to sleep much later. Over the next few nights,

I wore the boots while sitting around and watching TV. I was okay wearing the boots. I practiced standing using a chair for support, and while I improved, I could not stand for long. On Friday evening, I managed to walk to the toilet in my boots while holding onto every piece of furniture or wall along the way.

It was not very elegant. On Saturday, I did some domestic chores and then went to my laptop to do some work. I decided to put the boots on.

Wearing them while sitting, with my chair at its highest setting, stretched the legs a lot. I had to take them off after a couple of hours as there were other things that I had to do, but I wore them again during the whole evening, taking them off just before bedtime.

We stayed in bed late on Sunday morning, and when we went up, Victoria packed for her week away. I was dressed casually in a sweater dress with light make-up, and I wore knee-length boots.

When Victoria came into the kitchen, she said, "I like the casual look; it suits you. I hope that you remembered that you were going to drop me off at the station." I had forgotten.

"Well, you could go like that; you would be in the car, and no one would see you."

"No way," I replied. Victoria was due to leave, and I said that I would go and change.

"I dare you."

I found a steely determination somewhere. I did go to change. I took off the boots and put on a pair of trainers. When I walked back into the kitchen, Victoria laughed.

"What is that?"

"Well, I can't drive in heels, and I don't have any flat shoes, so it had to be there. It's going to be hard enough to do this without also having to drive in heels for the first time."

"Okay. But they are guys's trainers; you need to sort that out."

I took Victoria to the railway station, and we hugged in the car before she left. I drive home alone, terrified that I would be stopped, the car would break down, or some other incident would occur.

The relief I felt when I made it home was incredible, but I had an erection. The excitement had caused it. Perhaps I did crave more. I went to the bedroom and collected the ballet boots. Then I went to the treadmill that was folded away in a corner of the study and that had not been used for a long time. I sat and put the boots on, then stood, using the supports for the treadmill and hanging on tightly, and started the machine at a very slow pace.

I could move! I managed just a few minutes before I stopped and then sat down. I could manage a few minutes of walking and then had to sit for about twice as long to ease the pressure on my toes and recover from the physical effort. I stayed at it for about two hours before changing shoes and heading to make a snack. While making food, I realized that I had cut down on the amount that I ate.

The corset controlled that when I was wearing it, but losing a few pounds made it fit more comfortably. I went back to the treadmill, changed the position of the TV so that I could watch it while using the torture devices, and tried again. After half an hour, I went and changed out of the dress.

I realized that I did not have anything really suitable but slipped on the skater skirt. Jess called me for a chat, and we agreed to have dinner together on Wednesday evening.

Victoria called to say that she had arrived safely and to ask how I was. I told her about my return home and my feelings of fear and elation. I did not mention the boots. By 10.30 p.m., I was exhausted. I had managed to reach 14 minutes walking in the ballet boots.

In some respects, I was disappointed, but actually, I had achieved a lot. I removed every trace of femininity and went to bed naked. I fell asleep very quickly. I was working the next day and set off to visit a couple of clients's hair salons. About lunchtime, I was heading back through the mall to collect my car and head to my office when I realized that I was walking past the shoe shop where I had tried on the shoes.

I paused at the window, and when I looked up, my eyes met the sales assistant, Natalie, who was looking out of the window.

She had recognized me and waved. I went weak at the knees, but it was no use; I had been spotted, and she knew my secret. She walked towards the door and said, "Hi, I did not mean to embarrass you. I have thought about you and your partner buying those shoes and have wondered how you have gotten on and if you have worn them. It's none of my business, I know." I took a deep breath.

"I have managed fine; they all fit nicely, and I have worn them several times. Thank you for asking, and thank you for your discretion."

"Is there anything else that I can help you with?"

I was about to say no when Victoria's remarks about my trainers came to mind. "Yes, there is. I need a pair of trainers, please." We went towards the rear of the shop, and Natalie indicated the displays. She pointed out a basic white, fairly plain pair.

"No, I would like something a little more girly."

That drew a look of surprise, but she turned and pointed to a pair of purple-colored trainers covered in sparkles. "These might be a bit OTT," she said, turning towards other shoes. I looked at the ones she had pointed out. They looked like proper trainers; it was just the color and decoration.

"No. I would like to try them." Ten minutes later, I walked to my car with a shoe bag under my arm, feeling proud of myself and just a little turned on. When I reached my office, I looked at the shoes. I would be able to keep fit in girly mode. Then I thought about clothes.

Within 15 minutes, I had been on the internet and placed an order for a sports bra, a black exercise top, a cropped exercise top in purple, a pair of long black exercise leggings that had panels that looked like stockings, another pair of knee-length ones also in purple, and some white ankle-high socks with a turnover frill.

I thought about a leotard but dismissed that idea. I exercised in ballet boots that evening and really tried hard. I managed to walk a bit longer each time. I could manage going to the toilet and back or to the kitchen for a drink and back while not removing the boots, but not both together. Tuesday was uneventful, but when I got home, the parcel was there. I tried on the sports bra and found that it was very comfortable.

Of course, I inserted the breast forms. The exercise leggings fitted well and made my legs look good. I did notice that my legs were very white, but I wore hosiery almost every day. The exercise tops were close-fitting as well.

The crop top showed my navel chain, and I noticed that although these outfits were feminine and I had a good figure, my waist was still a little thick without the corset. I decided to wear black clothes and slipped on a pair of black knee-highs and ballet boots.

When I wore these, I liked to sit for ten minutes or so to get used to them before trying to stand.

I used this time to do my makeup and put on the short black bobbed wig. I changed my earrings for some long ones that would swing as I walked. I looked good. I went to the kitchen, made a snack, and headed for the treadmill.

I exercised until quite late and managed 25 minutes as my longest session. While resting, it occurred to me that I could probably get away with wearing the ballet boots for a weekend, and I was unlikely to be walking for as long as 30 minutes without a break. I was pleased with my efforts, but I vowed to keep up the effort. The next day, I worked hard.

Jess and I went back to my house to change for dinner. "What do you plan on wearing tonight, Chris?" Jess asked. "Tonight I will be wearing a smart suit to take out a very beautiful young lady," I replied.

"Oh, I wondered if you were brave enough to go out as Melissa?" "No, not tonight." I laughed.

"Tonight I am going to be your big brother or boyfriend. If you meet someone that you know, I will leave it up to you to introduce me."

She laughed. When she came through to the kitchen, I was stunned. Once again, she looked gorgeous. A beautiful knee-length blue dress with a floaty skirt, long legs in matching blue hosiery, and blue skyscraper heels. Her hair, back to a dirty blonde, was piled on top of hers.

Her make-up was flawless. "Will I pass?"

"My goodness. You are astonishingly beautiful, and I will be very proud to be seen out with you. Where did you get that dress?"

"Victoria told me about some of her charity shop finds, and I scoured a few last weekend. You look quite dashing yourself. We need a picture to show Victoria."

I sent Victoria a picture of the two of us via my phone, and a few minutes later I got a message back from her. 'Behave yourself tonight. She is very beautiful, and so are you.' We went to a classy restaurant, and we did get quite a few admiring looks, as Jess did.

We had a great meal and a good chat. Then we went to a nearby pub, and she was the star attraction, perhaps a little overdressed, but there were plenty of men's tongues hanging out, and I suspect a few women's.

One guy did try his luck while I was at the toilet, and I returned to hear her rejecting his advances. She had clearly seen me approaching from behind me and raised her voice.

"Thank you for your kind invitation, but my boyfriend is behind you, and we will be leaving in a few minutes so that we can go home to fuck each other senseless for hours." I smiled at her and at him as he turned to see me. Jess picked up her bag, hooked my arm, and said it loud enough for those around to hear.

"Come on, darling, I'm as randy as hell."

With that, she escorted me to the door. I struggled to keep a straight face. She managed a little better, at least until we got outside. We got a taxi back to my house.

I asked Jess, "Are you going to change before you go home?"

"I suppose I ought to; if he sees me dressed like this, he will have a fit."

"Jess I do not want to insult your dad, but he should be so proud to see his beautiful daughter. You are funny, hard-working, and very talented. I just wish that he appreciated you. You can stay the night with me if you would like to."

"Can I really? I would love that." When we got back to the house, Jess called her dad, and I spoke to him to reassure him. He was not happy, but I suspected that he was pretty drunk. Jess went to the spare room to change, and I went to get her something to wear to bed.

When I got to the bedroom, she was sitting in her underwear on the end of the bed, crying. I had never seen her in her underwear and was astonished at just what an amazing body she had. I sat beside her and put my arm around her. She snuggled in close to me.

"What is wrong?" I asked. Between sniffles, she replied, "I thought that I looked really good tonight, and I wish that my dad would be proud of me. I had a great evening with a lovely man who treated me like a princess.

I love you, not sexually; I just love you. Your wife is a lucky woman. I would steal you." She started to laugh, and I asked why she was laughing.

"I would rather steal her from you and go to bed with her." "Really?" I responded. "Yes, you know I have had a crush on her, but I also know that she is not for me, so don't worry. Also, I value the friendship that you two have shown me far too much to ruin that."

We ended up lying back on the bed together, with my arms wrapped around her. She sniffled for a while, then reached up and kissed me squarely on the lips, put her head back on my shoulder, and was asleep almost instantly. I was stunned and flattered. After about 10 minutes, I tried to move. She opened one eye and said, "Go and get undressed, and come and hold me.

I promise that I will behave myself." I was shocked, but I knew that she had no bad intentions. I slipped away, pulled on a T-shirt and boxers, and went back to the spare room. She had slipped out of her underwear, except for her knickers, and had pulled on the T-shirt that I had left for her. The edge of the duvet was turned back, and she welcomed me with open arms.

I got close to her, and she looked into my eyes, kissed me again, and said, "Goodnight." With that, she fell asleep. It took me some time to get to sleep, but I did so with Jess wrapped around me. There was nothing sexual here, just love and someone needing comfort.