Your Weeked Wife

YourWeekedWife

By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Hmmm, some things we love, they are so beautiful, so fantastic, so freakin' amazing... and some other things, well, ehh, just a disappointment and we should move on already... Ha, well let's just move it, come on nothing to see here... keep going, keep going... but wait, not YOU, I know YOU will like this, you are just like me and that is something I love...

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PART ONE

What's the big deal, it's just once a week. One day, how 'bout Sunday"

"All day?"

"I will drop you off in the morning and come and get you at night, now stop it."

"I'll just drive myself, then."

"There is no way I am letting you drive in those heels you wear, I am sure he wants you in six inches or higher anyway, just like your pictures, and he wants you walking in all dressed. C'mon, let's call together and give him the good news."

***

I made one little mistake, well, my life is full of little mistakes, but with Sue, my wife, just the one.

Sundays in New Jersey, right here in sunny Point Pleasant were for yard work, relaxing, and drinks. I made mimosas, special ones. The original recipe was just a starting point for me, I always had something up my sleeve to make things better, more interesting, and more memorable.

"Here you go Happy Sunday." I smiled, I didn't get to see her too often. My nickname for her was 'the breeze.' She was hyper, she was blowing around my kitchen like she usually did.

"I decided to download that social media app, what's it called, you know, Terri is on it all the time?"

"Um, Instagram?"

Sue was looking at her phone, I'm sure her employees have been bothering her to join it for years. "Instagram, yeah, I just followed everyone Terri follows. One hundred and something people, I'm waiting for a couple more to approve me or something." She was flicking through all the new pictures, her hand was blurry and moving like crazy.

"What do you call yourself, I'll look it up," I asked her.

"My nickname from college 'OneTwoSue.'"

It's funny, she got that nickname for punching a Gym teacher. He got a little handsy, then one, two punches to the face later, someone had to call an ambulance. Not Sue.

I was now looking at my phone, I loved Instagram, I loved looking at pictures, but I only followed twenty-one people and I had no one new, no one new for years.

"Okay, I'm following you now."

"I will send you one of those messages, the direct ones, Terri showed me how to do it. What's your name again?"

"It's last name and zip, Langton08742." Once she was set, I went outside to sweep the sand, mow the lawn. Let her enjoy her new invisible friends and her drink. "I'll clean up quick, then we can have a late lunch."

*

I heard her, there was a loud commotion, her mimosa was probably finished because she sounded agitated. She opened the big black gate, she walked into the backyard, she walked past her garden, her prized garden near the huge ornate sign which she never bothered with anymore. I shut off the mower, I was sweating. I didn't sweat too often.

She was holding her phone out. "Who the fuck is this?" I was waiting for the old 'one, two.' I have been a recipient of it many times before.

"Um..."

I started sweating more, I didn't want to know who she was talking about. I suddenly had a feeling I knew who she found on her new app. I saw it was a blonde woman in a pink mini dress and bright pink heels, she was posing right in front of Sue's garden. She then went through other pictures, "And this, and this, and this for fuck's sake. She is all over the house, for fucking years. There's even a picture of her in our bed!"

She glared at me, her fist at the ready so I braced, she spun and slammed the gate. How the hell was I going to tell her? There was no online group chat or Reddit thread I could check. I didn't even have any friends I could call. Well, maybe one, but it's Sunday, and I didn't want to bother her.

How was I going to explain to One Two Sue, that the blonde was me?

*

Click, click, click... The sound I loved, that tiny little sound that just happened on your phone. The tiny little shutter sound effect that lives in this world for those who needed to think an actual camera was being used. Maybe even an actual photographer was hovering close by, giving direction and motivation.

It was just pictures, just posing, but I never explained to Sue I crossdressed, I never told her from far away I could look like a semi-attractive 'woman.' It is not something that comes up in conversation over oatmeal or cocktails. Now I HAD to tell her.

"You have been taking these fucking pictures since before we were married?" She was so angry, she was breezing around the house, flipping through pictures, pacing.

"I guess." Well, she guessed, correctly. I have been taking pictures since I was young.

"The first picture on here was taken seven years ago. Way before I even knew you." She was shaking her head, reading the comments, reading everybody's comments.

I didn't tell her I had been dressing since I was probably eight or nine. It wasn't something I took up in college, it was something I was born to do. I had dreams about it even younger. Was it a big deal? It must have been since I never said anything to her. I hid all my female clothes in the back shed, behind a tall mirror, all my wigs and lingerie, a place Sue would never, ever enter. According to stories I have read crossdressing is supposed to be hidden, doesn't she understand the logistics, the history?

She didn't care. Her fist was in a ball, her face was in a grimace.

"This is insane, you look exactly like a woman, your makeup, your hair, everything is fucking perfect, your legs are perfect, you even have boobs. Ugh! And every person that follows you is a man or a man dressed as a woman. This is a thing? Why didn't someone tell me this was a thing?"

"I don't know."

Of course, it was a thing. I did have some trans men and women following me, some businesses too. I also knew for sure that I had some cis women in my feed, I posed with food I cooked and arranged, it wasn't just about looking beautiful. Some comments were about my recipes, my cocktails, my food stylings. My special was cocktails and shrimp with boiled eggs in gelatin. It wasn't always about me.

Unfortunately, it was about me right now.

"Ugh!" She looked up at me, then two slight punches to my ribs before she left the room. I didn't say anything, I guess she needed time to process why her husband of two years, was posing around the house in heels, holding cheeseboards and champagne flutes.

"I... am going to work!" She yelled as she slammed the door, it was Sunday, I didn't see her for the rest of the day. My chest hurt for even longer.

*

Click, click, click...

I couldn't tell her that I loved looking glamorous, it made me feel so magical, more whole. There was nothing like dressing and posing in front of my mirror, confirming my femininity. So what if it was a little faded, a little scratched, it still showed me what I could become. It was instant feedback. I also needed those pictures, those comments, those compliments, I needed someone to be a little nicer to me. Once I discovered people loved my poses, life got so much better and way more fun. I had a reason to look beautiful, I had a reason to look at my phone. The last two years I would finish work and go to a salon I knew, or I would get dressed in my shed with my makeshift makeup table and long semi-scared mirror. I would then leave by our back gate, hop into my silver car, and take various pictures around the town, the beaches, quiet industrial parks. Usually, I had another outfit or three in the trunk and I always had pocketbooks, a wrap or jacket, anything to make me look and feel gorgeous.

I went to the back shed, made sure everything was locked, everything was hidden just in case she investigated more when she came back. I sprayed the hose just in case she realized where I kept my things and decided to set fire to it. I might have to find a new hiding place. I might have to explain the candles, the Christmas lights, the portable air conditioning unit. I might have to find a new home.

*

I wanted to become an architect but I didn't, so I settled for commercial real estate, it was boring, but part of me didn't mind it, I made a lot of money and I was good at it. I knew every warehouse, strip mall, and Industrial area here in South Jersey by the shore. I knew every up-and-coming neighborhood, so what if it was boring? Sue thought it was a great career, she sometimes whispered about me to her employees. Sometimes. Before we were married she was interested in my work, we would sit on the beach and talk about it. Now she was too busy with her own. Now, I spend most of my time on the computer or phone. I barely even went into the office or on-site anymore. I could make a deal right in the comfort of my house, my shed, even the salon. I could make deals all over the country. I could make deals while wearing lingerie, long dangling earrings, and purple lips, and I have... numerous times. It was totally fine if my phone had lip prints on it.

"Damn, my phone."

I pulled out my Android, I realized I had to make my profile private, I had to block Sue, why did I not do this yet? I was looking at my profile picture, a smiling blonde, perfect purple lips, sucking on a straw. It was my only close-up shot that wasn't food. My name online was 'YourWeekedWife.' It said; 'Hi I'm Sabrina, I'm stylish, fashionable, talented, and friendly. I am living on the beach in NJ. I'm also a CD, maybe transgender, and a little gender fluid. Follow me for tips, for ideas, or... for my smile, but that will be just a bonus.'

It made me giggle, I thought I was SO cute, I thought who the hell I was. I figured I was just another Weekend Wife on social media. Then it started to sink in.

"Oh my god, no wonder she stormed out."

Her husband was purporting to be a perfect flirty, sexy 'housewife' online. So unlike Sue. I had over five thousand followers, my male side had almost twenty. Of course, that one little mistake I made, was that my male side followed my female side. I followed some of my friends and celebrities and then one hot blonde sucking seductively on a straw. Of course, Sue was going to click on that.

*

I had a friend Tessa 2, whose mother, Tessa owned a wig store slash salon. I made sure to visit and help as much as I could. The wigs were so long, beautiful and so wonderful, they were made with real hair. I loved anything that was real. I have known her for almost fifteen years and now I have over a dozen of them. Tessa and Tessa 2 were the only people I told that I was a crossdresser. It turns out Tessa had dozens of clients who were similar to me. Tessa made sure all her wigs looked perfect on me, the correct size, length, and style. I go every couple of weeks to get them cleaned and styled. I go every week or more just to visit. That's where I used to get my makeup and nails done.

Two years ago, right after getting married, I started to feel a little uncomfortable hanging around 'Wigmore,' I was dressed all day, I would make coffee, answer phones, do some work, and call clients for offers, for viewings. I started thinking that maybe it would be better if I taught myself to do my own makeup a little better, my nail shaping technique more subdued and precise, even fix my hair and wigs. I would do it from home, hidden in my shed. I now go back to visit Tessa to take pictures and pose. She always lets me try on different wigs and the expensive jewelry she has on display, plus it's such a gorgeous place to pose for my social media friends.

Now when Sue is out during the week and I'm home alone, I get glam, clean the house, do the laundry, then get dinner and snacks ready. I thought I was the perfect housewife. I was too sexy and always dressed for a party. I could be waiting inside the door in my strappiest six-inch heels, the flimsiest thin black nighty, stockings and long lashes. And I would take pictures all day long. But I wasn't just pretty and sexy, I was also a great cook, a great food stylist, a great mixologist, maybe even a little modest.

Sue would come home to one of my fabulous cheese platters, fruit bowls, or charcuterie plates. I would always have some special cocktail I concocted waiting for her, and she wouldn't have to lift a finger. I just had to make sure I was male when she entered the front door. I didn't mind, I knew she was busy, I knew she wouldn't understand.

The only thing I didn't like, was that she would invite her employees as soon as she got home, sometimes even the neighbors. I wanted some time to talk, to hang, to connect, but Sue always wanted to socialize... with someone other than me.

"Appetizers in ten," She would call all of her contacts. Then once they were here at the house, I would have to make more and then serve, I didn't really mind being busy like this, but she would tease me. "My trophy wife made these drinks. They are so scrumptious." She would tell her underlings, "My wifey is a regular 'Martha Stewart,' look at this pineapple it looks like a fucking whale. Look at this jello it looks like a fish. Look at these plates and glasses piling up, haha."

She made me a little uncomfortable with her teasing, but I poured drinks, I kept quiet, I kept everything to myself. "More wine?" Me and my big smile. "Here you go, it's a very good year, I talked to someone at the Winery." I smiled. I cleaned up. I washed the dishes. If I was going to have fancy food ready, then Sue was going to take advantage of it and have a party, a spontaneous get-together. We had people over almost every time she got home early. If I was working late, or not home, the house was quiet. Sue would be in bed with her favorite companion, her phone. It turns out I wasn't the life of the party, I was just the server.

Before Sue went to bed after our parties, she always said, "You're gonna make somebody a great wife someday." Then she would laugh, she would shake her head, she would go into the shower.

Since Sue could care less about what I made or how I made it, she just wanted a large crowd, I figured that social media would be perfect for me. What started as just pictures of my makeup techniques, wigs, and outfits has turned into more of a lifestyle site. Now I could share my ideas, my recipes, and not just my legs with the world. So what if I took pictures all over the house and yard? Even when I went out I never went far, I stayed close to the Shore, I introduced my fans to my fantastic neighborhood, the beautiful beaches along with my dresses and pocketbooks and heels. This part of New Jersey was stunning and I liked to show it off as much as I liked to show off. I just wish the 'trophy wife' nickname wasn't so accurate.

*

I got a text, 'I'll be home soon, make drinks.'

Now I was waiting for Sue to come back and give me that look, be disappointed in me even more. I would let One-Two-Sue hit me again, let her get it out of her system. She liked to blow up but it didn't last too long. Me? I held it all in, I suffered, I cried, whatever it was, it lasted inside of me forever.

I decided I would have to make something special, something to take her mind off of my legs. Something to forget who she saw posing all over our house.

We were both in our mid-thirties and had been married for twenty-six months, I barely saw her. She worked hard, I tried to do everything around the house, I thought I was a good husband even though I knew deep down I thought Sue was right, I could be an even better wife.

She and her business partner, Peter, had set up a new venture, right before we were married. They started an online security company called, 'Hands On and Visible.' It was a good idea, the companies that hired them actually saw technicians and bodies, actually saw real people, but it meant she was occupied, she had to focus. It was good for 'Sabrina' my femme side, but it left my male side on his own, it made it easy to get into trouble. I was waiting for her to come home.

I felt like I was nine and I was in trouble.

*

I heard the front door. "Why did you block me? What is wrong with you? Unblock me now!"

I just walked out of the shower, I was in my white terrycloth robe, my heart was beating like a sub-woofer. I thought it wasn't that big of a deal that she found out I crossdressed, the big deal was I didn't tell her, I was keeping it a secret. I guess those in security hated secrets. Even those that didn't have too many clients.

"Where are you? We're in the kitchen! Where's the drinks!" I heard her, I wish the sun was out, I wish I was still mowing the lawn, blowing the sand, hiding in the shed. I walked in, she was with someone, she was with Peter. Peter was tall, he was hairless, head completely shaven, he was older and well put together, he was the brains of the company.

They were nibbling already on the things I prepared. Peter spun as I entered, "Wow, big difference."

"It's crazy, right?" Sue was looking at me, I tightened the robe around my waist. She walked over and opened it. "I can't believe I never noticed, there is no hair, hah, sometimes I am so preoccupied." She even lifted the bottom of the robe to check my thighs, my legs, my crotch. She pushed me, she almost knocked me over. She was 5'1" compared to my 5'8" but she was stocky, she had big thighs and legs, she was like a baby ox with brownish-red stringy hair down to her shoulders, big hands, and she was in and out like the breeze.

The two of them were talking like I wasn't even here, like I wasn't real.

Peter was looking at me, then he looked at Sue, "Do you think I can meet her, see what she looks like in person?"

"Heh, of course." She finally made eye contact with me, I was clutching the robe around me again, I was so glad I put on boxers. I couldn't wait to go hide in my office. "Go get Sabrina. We want to meet her, we want to meet this 'Weekend Wife."

"No, please."

"We WANT to meet her, we have an idea, but get us drinks first." So I did. I poured her Melontinis, sweet just like Sue liked. It contained melon, not melatonin.

I shook, I poured, I begged. "Please, not in front of anybody."

"Just go get dressed, and I want her perfect. And unblock me." She shook her head, now holding her green drink, and shaking her phone. "Now all of a sudden you're shy?"

I had to relent, I had to do what she wanted. I had to get this over with sooner or later, though I didn't like showing Peter. I all of a sudden didn't like to show off, especially in front of a man.

Back in my quiet room, I heard her loud voice. "Everything, long nails, perfume, wig, everything, don't skimp!"

*

She was still giving me orders as I hid in the office. My God, I was so nervous. This day was crazy. It started as a regular quiet Sunday and now it was going to be a fashion show... with spectators. I only had a few things in this room, everything else was hidden in the back of the shed, so I pulled out the first thing I saw, my new blue and white dress. It was full of flowers with long puffy sleeves. This was the type of dress I loved, I had so many of them. I liked dresses full and feminine, fitted at the waist, showing just a touch of cleavage. I liked patterns, I liked colors, I liked to show off my legs.

I stood in front of the small mirror. My 5'8" frame was barely visible, no matter how far back I stepped. I first put on my foundation garments, hiding my pale white skin. I was the only beach lover who couldn't visit the beach, well, during the day. I got sunburned just saying the word Florida, I had SPF 100 in my glove compartment, in my sock drawer, in my pocketbook. I slipped on my D cup breast forms into my bra, they were silicone and matched my coloring perfectly. Then my panties. I didn't have to tuck since I was quite small and the dress was so full. I put on nude pantyhose and slid into my pink six-inch pumps, they had a slight platform, a little ankle strap, and a little flower on the toe. They were the only heels in the house, including Sue's closets. They were very feminine, everything I owned was very feminine. I was starting to dread having Sue see me like this, but since she saw the pictures, and I am assuming she saw all of them, I figured I would have to just do it. I would have to show her I was a completely soft, feminine being, completely different from my male self, with a completely different mindset, imagination, sexuality, and personality.

"Oh my god, I don't want to do this." I sighed at the blonde in the mirror, with my soft feminine voice. The blonde with shorter than-usual hair didn't seem as upset as me. I could tell she was enjoying getting glam, getting ready for a night out. I put on my makeup, the little I found in one of my bags. I didn't want Sue to know how many feminine things I had, or how many hangers I needed, how many shoe racks and makeup brushes. Sue wouldn't understand, she wouldn't understand the need for half of these items I kept undiscovered in the back shed.

I took my time making sure my eyes and false eyelashes were perfect. I spent ten minutes on my lips, outline, fill, gloss. Tessa taught me the drill and I learned even more from online tutorials.

Next was my wig, my perfect hair. My strawberry blonde hair was long, passed my shoulders, but with the wig, I always looked amazing. That's what made me passable. I always dressed a little too cutesy, too many flowers, so I needed the wig to hold the look together. It was perfect, blonde, long, and down to the middle of my back, just passed my bra strap, and it made me more complete. Tessa said I should go shorter now that I am in my thirties, but I liked it long, I liked to fiddle with it. It made me feel so sensuous. I then tied a ponytail with a matching ribbon and left some strands dangling over my ears. This is how I always styled this one.

I put on my big clip-on hoops, sprayed on my 'Girlie' Fragrance, and put on pink plastic nails to match my heels. I then slipped on the dress.

"Come on, what's taking so long? We need more drinks." I heard Sue a little closer, calling from the living room, but I wouldn't hurry, she would have to wait. I always had to be perfect.

I once again became 'Sabrina Langton' the real me, the more real me. I adjusted my dress, tightened the matching belt, and found a small cream pocketbook, I was finally ready. It had taken thirty-five minutes, that was pretty quick, considering. I took a deep breath and checked myself in the little mirror once more. This was probably a bad idea.

I felt nauseous, she was definitely going to tease me. I remember when I was younger, no one ever teased me, I don't think anyone ever knew.

***

"Hi! Ya wanna hang?"

"No thank you. I'm waiting for someone." I was under the awning of the rec house near the beach.

"Well, if ya want some wine come on down to the water later, we'll be there for a while." She smiled, walking backward, 3 huge bottles of cheap red Boones Farm in her hands.

I met Tessa 2 when I was in college. Turns out we lived in the same town, turns out we shopped in the same stores, turns out she had a feeling about me.

When I reached my early twenties, I was ready to go out and see the world. We would go down to the beach together, she helped with my one-piece, she helped with my makeup. She let me sit on the dunes or the quiet benches while wearing her short flowered robe and sunhat. My legs crossed showing off my pedicure.

That first day she ended up bringing me a cup of wine.

***

Clack, clack, clack...

"Here comes Wifey, I can hear those heels."

I finally made my appearance with a new pitcher of drinks, with a small selection of cheeses and chips. I even scooped some melon balls for the martinis. They both watched amazed as I walked in with a tray, teetering on my heels, with my bag dangling on my arm. I felt ultra-feminine as I put the food on the low table. They watched me stand back up, unconsciously smoothing my hair, shifting my bag. I tried to smile. For years I was hiding my crossdressing from Sue and now I was nervously waiting for a reaction, begging her with my dark mascarad eyes for something nice, something positive.

"Now this is a real 'Trophy Wife.' What did I tell you?"

I needed a distraction, they were studying me, looking at my legs and mannerisms. Peter was eyeing me while I busied myself. I topped up the drinks, I moved the cheese around the board, while his arms were folded, his head was shaking, he seemed pretty impressed. He couldn't take his eyes off of me. "This is going to work, once we have a proposal worked out, everything is gonna run nice and smooth."

I looked up at him, I bit my lip, he made me tense and I didn't know what the heck he was talking about.

Sue walked over to me, "Come here, just stand straight." She squeezed my right boob and gestured to Peter, he came over and squeezed the left.

"Feels pretty real." He said and then touched my hair. He moved back to take my look in again.

Sue put her face near my neck, she had to stand on her toes to get that far. "You are so good at this, and you smell so freaking gorgeous, what do you have on?"

I didn't want to tell her, I definitely didn't want to tell her the name of it. "Um, perfume."

"Yeah but what's it called."

I looked at her, she started touching my dress, she was getting close to my breasts again. "I'm sorry about this. I have been doing this for so long, it's something I have always done, please..."

I could tell she couldn't be bothered, she made that face that I hated, that made me brace myself. "What is the name of the fucking perfume, I want to know?"

"It's called Girlie Fragrance, I don't have too much left."

She looked back at Peter and then looked at me again. They laughed. "Of course it is. Ha, ha that is so great. I'm ordering some more right now."

*

Peter left late, they had me cook them a midnight snack. They chased me out of the room while they looked at their computers, called on their phones, had coffee, cake, and more coffee.

Sue didn't want to smell my perfume all night so she sent me back to the office/guest room to sleep. In the room, I kept a few clothes that I had hidden. The room she told me was now mine. I was officially out of the bedroom. Only one woman allowed at a time. I sat in front of the little mirror wiping all my makeup off, then slid into the robe again. The next morning there was no talk about my crossdressing, no talk about my social media, and no talk about my perfume. The rest of the week was smooth. I didn't say anything and Sue never brought it up, I was hoping it was going to be blown away on the ocean breeze. She even let me back into her bedroom.

Then I woke up on Thursday morning.

"We have a meeting at three PM." Sue was sitting on the bed, of course, she was all dressed, she was browsing through her phone.

"Okay."

"I'll pick you up at 2:30."

"Wait. What? Me, why?" I sat up.

"Peter and I have a meeting, with a huge client. I want you to wear this." And she showed me her phone. "Do you want me to send you the link?" It was of me from about six months ago, I was posing in front of a huge glass wall mirroring the cumulus-filled sky, wearing my red plaid dress and red platform sandals. It was one of my favorite locations and outfits. It was a favorite of my followers too.

"You want me to go to your meeting?"

"Ha, no. I want Sabrina. Tell her to put on that perfume, and I want her in red." She got up, shut the bedroom door, she left.

*

I had to change some plans, had to rush to finish work, and started to get ready. I tried to call Sue to ask what she wanted me to do but she told me to stop bothering her and just get on with it. I was going to get picked up.

I didn't like when she gave me orders, she knew that she was the alpha, I was definitely the beta of the relationship, she was always in charge. Once her new company started to take off she got more demanding, even more in charge. I always took the passenger seat, I was comfortable there.

I called Tessa, I wanted to hear her voice and get some advice but I got her entire body instead. She was at the front door in eight minutes. I told her everything that happened, She thought I was crazy.

"I think you're crazy." She walked into the house dragging me along with her. "You should have said no, you should have stood your ground, you should have at least gotten some sort of an answer!"

I just shrugged and soon she was helping me. Now I was standing in my room in my tight plaid dress. Underneath I had on my D cup forms, a tight corset and beige pantyhose. The dress and the pattern made my body look exceptionally femme. The hem came to mid-thigh and I wore my six-inch red high-heeled sandals, presenting my ruby-red toes. I carried a matching bag with a short handle, showing off my darker red nails, I loved the view in the mirror.

"You need a bigger mirror."

"Mmm."

"Does Sue realize how gorgeous you look in person?" Tessa was brushing my hair.

"I don't know, maybe. Wait, do I look gorgeous?"

"Ha!"

I relaxed by closing my eyes, feeling Tessa's hands in my hair, brushing the wig, it was long, almost down to my waist, it was blonde with darker streaks. I loved flipping it with my hands, playing with it, moving it out of my eyes. I even loved just turning around.

"I still can't believe you never told her. I think it's good she found out."

"Really?"

"Of course. You can't keep something that is such a big part of your life a secret forever. Now listen Honey, call me if things get too out of control." Then we heard a beep, there was a car.

"Out of control?" I swallowed hard as we headed outside, the driver came out, he helped me into the car, the backseat. I called her over, now I was nervous again. "Do you think this is a bad idea?"

"You know how Sue is, I am sure it is a good idea... for her."

I was glad there was no Peter or Sue. The driver and I waved goodbye to Tessa. He called me Miss and I started to relax, started to imagine I was going to a wedding, or staying in a Villa in Italy. Minutes later when I opened my eyes, I was at a huge building on a busy route, right near Point Pleasant Beach. I have been here before. Next to the work complex was a nice sculpture park and gardens including a waterfall and a koy fish pond. It was so serene, it was quiet, I didn't know why the workers didn't use it. I took pictures here every once in a while and I was always alone. I would be standing on the little bridge, or in front of the big glass doors at the front with all the lights. I was always hoping someone was watching me, looking out their window while I posed in my short dresses, my high heels, I wanted someone to know I was showing off.

I remembered the front doors, the big huge glass wall, the ornate lamp posts, I just realized the last time I was here I was wearing this same dress. That couldn't be a coincidence.

We pulled in front of the building as Sue appeared right outside the car door while the driver took my hand and helped me out. She shook her head, I knew she thought I was way too feminine, I was acting too ladylike and part of her hated it.

"Let me see." She stood back and she and Peter talked about my outfit, my legs, my boobs. She made me walk, she wanted to watch, she wanted to make sure I looked like a female when I was moving. She made me curtsey, she made me show off my nails, she made me show her my teeth. She even took my hair in her hands, she smelled my neck, she made me do a spin. "Okay, let's go."

"Wait, what's happening?"

Peter's eyes widened, "You are going to make our company a lot of money."

"Yup, just go with it, don't worry that cutesy little face of yours, heh."

We walked through the familiar doors, we were soon in a huge office space, surrounded by artwork and windows. A young woman took us into another room. She told me to sit by the office door and Sue and Peter walked inside. I could hear them, but I couldn't see anything. I focused on my long nails trailing on my crossed legs.

*

I heard them talking, I tried to listen. The woman sat across from me, a pencil in her mouth, she was looking at my heels. They were way too bright for this office, my whole outfit was too short and too tight. While she stared at me I stared at the huge dark red logo over her head, 'Shilling Industries,' I saw that logo all over the Shore, all over Route 70, and the Parkway.

I suddenly heard Sue making a pitch, taking control. "Hi, Mr. Shilling, My name is Sue Perkins and this is Peter Reign. We own 'Hands On and Visible' a security company. Have you heard of us?"

"I did. You are from the neighborhood." I heard a deep dark voice, he sounded a little impatient. "You called me in to talk about security, can't you talk to one of my assistants?"

I suddenly got a little tense, I didn't want to go into that office, I didn't want to see the owner of that powerful voice.

Then the voice got louder, "So what you are going to blackmail me because I like looking at trans girls, you two are crazy, it's a public forum, who cares."

"No, no, we're sorry it's nothing like that." I heard Peter. 'We know you follow and comment on one of the 'women' on social media. She, and I use that term loosely, heheh, works for us. Here look, this one." There was more shuffling.

I heard Sue again, "Let me show you."

It then got quite quiet in the meeting, I heard some mumbling, but I couldn't make it out. I gave the woman watching me a nice fake smile. She now had her chin in her hand positioned on her desk, I was getting tense, I was guessing I was the most exciting development today here in this empty office. She probably had a nice life, nice boyfriend, great parking space.

Suddenly the silence was broken by Sue, "Maybe she can do some work for you. Isn't she beautiful? Look at those legs, those lips."

"You know at the beginning I only took notice of her because she takes pictures in front of the building and in our sculpture park. I have even noticed her myself from my office window."

As soon as I heard that, I started looking at my feed, to see if I could find out who he was, and if he commented about me. They were talking some more but I was reading, the picture of me in red plaid got so many likes, so many comments. I am going to have to put another one up, maybe I will take it in the same exact place before we leave.

I heard Sue barking for me before I found his name on my Instagram feed. "Sabrina, Sabrina come on in here, dear."

Dear? I got nervous all over again. The girl at the desk was motioning me to get up, so I stood, dropped my bag, stumbled, and made my way closer to the office. When I was younger I never fumbled, I was always so assured of myself, especially with Tessa 2's help. Now, I was going to meet someone else while all dressed up as a 'Weekend Wife.'

***

The slight breeze was wonderful and I loved the sight from the dunes.

"Such a beautiful view." The day trippers would inform me like I didn't know. "Look at those big waves." They would point to their friends, they would carry their chairs, umbrellas, and children. "I can't wait to jump in the ocean, let's go."

I'd watch. I was very happy under this awning. I would shift ever so slightly and follow the shade. I was covered with lotion. I looked ready to hit the beach, but instead, I watched the lifeguards, Tessa 2 and her friends, her boyfriends, her co-workers. I watched, I was too nervous. I was too easily burnt too.

"Hi." A man with a half bottle of a red blend was blocking my view. My view was now his chest. "Tessa says you could use some company."

I smiled, I could always use company. I pushed up my sunglasses and tightened my flowered wrap. I made room on the little bench for someone else. We poured the wine into matching solo cups, we talked for an hour.

"How long have you known Tessa?" I asked, I was a little tipsy already.

"I don't, my mother gets her hair done at her salon on Route 35 during the summer."

"Oh." I smiled, realizing this man wasn't a gift from Tessa 2, he was a gift from Tessa 2's mom.

***

"They are waiting for you."

I was stalling. The receptionist was getting antsy as Sue called once again. I peeked into the door before I committed my body to the new dark rug.

"Here she is."

Peter and Sue were smiling, Mr Shilling was behind his desk, he was still holding Sue's phone. He looked down at it and then looked at me, a smile grew on his face as he stood up and approached. His smile got bigger as he got closer.

"Sabrina? Is this really you?" I think he was teasing, but I was nervous I couldn't concentrate.

"It is."

"I have been a fan of yours for quite some time. It is nice meeting you, and your perfume smells amazing." He took my hand, he was gentle, he seemed very surprised that I walked into his life.

Sue grabbed my arm and drew me even closer to him. I had to look up he was tall, he was wide, he smelled great himself.

"So we were thinking, Mr. Shilling, Sabrina here, comes over once a week. She could clean, she could organize. She is an incredible cook and hostess as you know, and we," She motioned to herself and Peter, "could become your security team. Online and live in person. I have references and reviews."

He was looking at me, part of him wasn't paying attention to Sue, part of him was very focused on my long lashes and the hair falling into my eyes. He was quite handsome, he was unshaven and looked dressed for something important.

"Wait, I am not rushing into anything." He started glancing down, I knew he loved this dress, he couldn't take his eyes off of my breasts hidden behind the plaid. He was probably a little overcome with me. I was hoping he was obsessed with this fantasy coming to life. Thinking that made me smile, he must assume I was smiling at him.

He squeezed my hand and nodded his head. Part of me was embarrassed, but another part was fascinated and a little excited. No one had ever looked at me like this before, I haven't really come in close contact with men since I started my Instagram page. I knew they were turned on by me, by my outfits, I read all the thirsty comments they left, but I never tested it out on the public before. I tried to take pictures early in the day, or after everyone went home. It was a very lonely hobby.

Peter now stood next to us, he was checking his MacBook. "Well whatever you need us for, we want to be in business together, we would like to offer you our services, you are one of the biggest businesses here on the Shore."

Mr. Shilling finally let go of my hand, he sat back on top of his desk, he was still gazing at me, then looking once again through Sue's phone at my pictures. "So how much is Sabrina gonna cost me, to take care of things."

Sue looked at Peter, "Mmm, we were thinking, mmm, how 'bout a thousand. Just a token payment really, she's worth it."

"I can see that," he chuckled. He stood up, I could tell he wanted to catch a whiff of my perfume again. "Okay, how about this? I get to test her out for two weeks, but not at the office, at my home. Things here are too busy, it would be too complicated. I will give you one of my law firms to take care of. We can take it slow. We can see how everything works out together. One of my assistants can work things out."

Everybody sort of moved back, Peter checked his MacBook again, Sue was looking at the view behind him, she was thinking. "Okay, let us think about it, we will call you later with an answer. Thank you so much, Mr. Shilling. I will give our card to the girl when we go out."

They all shook hands and then Mr Shilling took mine and he kissed it. He was looking into my eyes, I couldn't read his look, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

I started hoping Sue was going to send me away instead, maybe to cure my crossdressing, this new venture was making my heart beat seven times too fast. Thank god we left, I was about to fall apart, though I did take a selfie out front by the glass doors.

*

We were soon back at the house, I was making more drinks, but this time the house was full. Her employees were milling about, probably wondering who the girl in heels was and why was she mixing with this security team. Why was she trying to hide in the kitchen?

"Sabrina, get in here! This was a freaking great idea," She told me while I was getting some chips and pretzels together, I was still in the red, I was still moving my hair out of my face. "He couldn't keep his eyes off of you. And he is going to pay you too, I didn't see that coming."

I was focusing on the moment, not the new venture. "Do I have to serve in this dress? Maybe I should change."

"Change, will you stop, you know you are loving this. I read up on this gender-fluid crap, you should have told me. Now you are going to do what I tell you to do. You are doing this for us and the Company."

"Okay," I wouldn't complain. I would do what she wanted, like everything else. She decided on Sundays, once a week, to do what he needed. She told me it was no big deal, but it was. It turned into a huge deal. Who offers their husband out as a weekend wife?

We called Mr. Shilling the next day, the two of us. He said he was looking forward to seeing me.

Me.

*

That week I was quite busy. It was a blur.

"Hey."

"Hi, thank you for helping me last week." I didn't like talking to Tessa when I was in male mode. She was from my other world and I didn't like when they intersected.

"You're welcome, your wife just called me, she wants me to set you up with a boudoir, a complete feminine oasis. She is completely overhauling that office at the house. What colors do you want? She told me not to ask you, but sometimes we don't listen to her."

"Ha, that's right."

"How about purple, pink, and white?" I heard her flipping through some papers.

"Really? Okay, we will love that." I giggled.

"I have a vanity for you already, oh, and a nice big floor-length mirror. Maybe two."

I giggled, "Of course."

"Sue wants it done by Saturday afternoon and she wants it to be a surprise so no peeking, ha."

"Ok, I will hide myself in the pantry and try to make snacks in the dark."

"Ha, plus there will be a gaggle of sweaty men running around your house this week, I want you to be on your best behavior, no distracting them. I know you like them wet."

"What? What have you heard about me."

"Heard?" she laughed, "Seen."

***

'Let the bees make honey

Let the poor find money

Take away their sorrows

Give them sunshine tomorrow'

The beach was always better with someone next to me. Someone without a shirt and just out of the ocean, a man who only came to this part of New Jersey once a year.

"So how long are you staying?" I smiled, I spun, I slid my lotioned white legs onto his lap.

"Until Saturday. We have to be out of the house at eleven."

"That's fine, we will have a couple of days together." And then we would kiss, "We can meet here on the beach." And we would kiss some more.

All the men I met during the summers were from Upstate New York, Long Island, the Poconos, Pearl River. Everyone was over an hour and a half away, always too far to see again, always had a girlfriend at home, as well as on the side.

"Has she called you today?" I would ask, I felt I should be interested.

"She did, just a quick one. We talked about the weather." And then we would kiss again, their lips on mine, our tongues tasting each other. The sun on the awning above our heads.

***

Week One

"I can't even look in here, it looks like the bedroom of a teenage girl. That's what I need, a husband who's a coed." Sue was a little surprised by Tessa's decorating. But I wasn't, it was perfect, it was so ME. She sent pictures all week, I had to make believe I didn't know what was going on.

"I love it."

She cleared her throat. "Of course you do, Cinderella. Well, we are leavin' at 10:45, be ready, I don't want you late on your first day."

I couldn't wait to immerse myself in this new room, the new pink bedding, the light purple and white walls. The fairy lights, the fluffy pillows, the new vanity with a huge mirror, and more lights. Tessa brought all my female items in from the shed, organized by color, no more hiding. I had my makeup, heels, and most of my wigs on display, this was a dream room come true.

The bed was a single, the room wasn't that big, but it was perfect, it is exactly what I have been craving. I took pictures of myself draped across the Hello Kitty comforter, against the dark pink curtains, and next to my print of a silhouette ballerina, and put it on my App. I wanted to show my followers, I wanted to show them I was closer to being a real 'woman' than they or I assumed.

'The furniture is from Wayfair and my comforter was found in my friend's attic, I am so loving my new space.'

I answered every comment, they all made me so happy. Little did they know I was scared. I was nervous and confused but the new heels I was wearing were giving me such comfort. Tessa made me rip off the slight blonde hair I had on my arms, legs, and belly. I was soft and smooth and smelling like Macy's or even Ulta. If I closed my eyes I could make believe I was shopping instead of going off to entertain a man.

*

"God, look at you compared to him." Sue was showing me her phone. It was a picture from last week of Shilling holding my hands, studying my look. "You are so feminine especially next to him, or anyone really, heh." She then glanced at me, her head shaking.

We were outside Mr. Shillings's house, it was only a town away in Bay Head. It was only a quick walk to the ocean. I looked up, my heart was beating so fast again. It was expansive, it was a huge corner property, a huge area full of little white stones to park on, surrounded by grass, blue violets, and sand. I was getting very intimidated.

Sue made me wear my green and black patterned sweater dress, very corporate. She wanted me in something that the new client had seen on Instagram, something he had commented on. The dress was tight and showed off my legs. I had my D-cup breast forms in my bra again, and a corset on underneath. I had on shiny nude pantyhose. My six-inch pumps were black with a two-inch platform, they had an ankle strap for support, they were perfect, they showed off my still-red nails. The wig I had on was parted on the side and of course, long, almost to my hips, and slightly curled at the bottom. I would be moving it out of my sticky lips all day, holding it out of the way, flipping it over my shoulders. I was going to have fun, I was going to be excited, I was hopefully going to stay dry inside my white bikinis.

"I can't believe we are at his house, I would have preferred his office." I bit my lip as stepped out of the car.

"Be extra nice," Sue was giving me orders, telling me I was now her employee, warning me to be respectful and try to enjoy myself. "You better have fun and don't give Mr. Shilling any trouble."

"Okay, I won't." I pouted in my best sixteen-year-old lilt.

I walked slowly on the gravel, then on some colored bricks through the grassy front yard, up the white wooden steps, and took a deep breath once I hit the wrap-around porch. What was I doing here? It seemed so weird, so strange to me. I didn't even know what I was supposed to do, Sue and Peter were so vague. I looked up, the house was big, at least three floors, and covered in brown and white shingles. A perfect beach house for a huge modern family. It even had a white picket fence.

"C'mon, ring the bell." I heard the annoyance in Sue's voice from the car. I am sure she wanted to get on with her quiet day, alone, maybe even tending her once-abandoned garden.

I closed my eyes, then pressed the button, feeling it with my fingers. I was holding a shopping bag, I was going to give him a present. I was shifting the weight from one leg to the next, I was so nervous, I didn't really know what he expected from me that day. The huge door opened, he had a smile on his face and flowers in his hands.

I heard the car take off behind me as Mr. Shilling led me into his quiet house. I wish Sue had come inside with me, I felt I needed a little support. I wish she stayed until the uneasiness disappeared. I wish she informed me of my role here in this tremendous, lonely space. What kind of employer was she? What kind of wife puts her husband in this kind of situation?

*

I felt a little on edge, thank god I could smell the salt in the air, the nearby beach. It smelled like home. I was looking up at the sky. A skylight above us, wide and beautiful. We exchanged gifts, we were in the foyer, which led to two rows of stairs. He watched me as I dipped my nose into the flowers. I loved that he gave them to me. Maybe this was going to be a great first day, maybe this was a good idea.

He lifted the bottle of bourbon from the shopping bag. He read the label and nodded his head. "Very nice, did you pick this out?"

I shook my head, I didn't want to talk, so I showed him my white teeth instead while biting my lip.

"Come, let me show you around the house." He took my hand, "You have beautiful nails, I love that you are so colorful, even on your Instagram page. I am always surprised at your choice of color and clothing. You coming to visit is a dream come true." He sounded nervous, like me, so I just kept on smiling, I could tell he was enjoying himself already.

We spent the next hour going through his large empty house. Even the furnishing was sparse. He showed me the second floor first, the three large bedrooms, bathrooms, closets, it was way too big for one man. I made sure I gazed out every window, I wanted to see the gardens, the neighbors, the views of the Atlantic. He took hold of my waist and led me down the stairs, now touring the first floor, the foyer again, the large living room, the white paneled den, and the porch, we ended up in the glass and wood kitchen. I put my hands on his appliances, we matched. Me in khaki green mirroring the oven, the microwave, the food processor. I felt the vibration of the fridge and heard the ice maker getting prepared for the day. It was so nice in here, it had a lovely view of the back and side yard, it had a small table.

"Where do you have meals? Right here?" I tapped on the distressed wood.

He caught my eye. "Wow, you have a lovely voice." We stayed locked, I was nervous, too nervous to even look away.

I went warm. I felt myself blushing, felt myself getting even warmer, my eyes went down to the table as my fingers brushed it. Smudging the wood, being as gentle as I could. "Thank you."

"I usually just eat at my desk in front of my computer. I would eat here if I had company."

"It's so nice with this view, it's a beautiful kitchen. Would you like some lunch?" I walked over to his refrigerator. "Can I peek inside?"

"Why yes, of course."

It was quite empty, next time I would go shopping, I would find out what he likes, find out where he shops. I poured him some of the Kentucky bourbon, gave him coffee, made him an omelet, made him a great lunch. I watched as he devoured it, he complimented me the whole time.

*

The day flew by. I cleaned up a little as he answered his emails, talked on his phone. When Sue texted me, I didn't want to leave, I was enjoying myself. When I made snacks and drinks, I was so happy he didn't make any calls and invite people over, I liked that it was just the two of us in this large house.

He walked me to the door, once again his hand on my back while I held the flowers.

"Just think last week you were just these tiny pictures on my phone, but now..." He studied me, his eyes darting from my lips to my hair to my eyes. "You are, well, something else, heh."

"Thank you, Mr. Shilling." I returned his smile.

"Griffin, please. And thank you, Sabrina, I can't wait for next week."

I felt his eyes on me as I made a racket in my heels down his front steps and into the waiting car. Sue drove off. I felt so satisfied, so relaxed. I was imagining taking care of him, his house. The flowers still in my hands and against my lips. I forgot Sue was next to me.

"I hope he liked you. I hope you looked busy."

I turned, I stared. I just smushed my lips and raised my shoulder. I knew he liked me and next time I would find 'something' to keep me busy, busier. I didn't want to inform her that he had dreamt about me. When he told me that, I felt so proud, so femme. How many men get a chance to spend the day with someone they dream about? How many men get the chance to spend time, well, with me?

Well, lately.

***

The wind was soft, the ocean was quiet.

'Let the bees make honey

Let the poor find money

Take away their sorrows

Give them sunshine tomorrow'

"You have tasty shoulders."

I giggled. That was a line I never heard before, well I also never sat like this in the sand. I was wearing a puff sleeve tulle dress, my first. My first time in flowers, my first time wearing boobs glued to my flat chest. I was between the legs of a man, someone from out of state, someone here for the day. Someone Tessa 2 sent over to play with me, well, sit with me.

"Do I? How about my neck?"

A man's lips on me put me in a zone, put me on a cloud. Then his lips touched my neck, sending shivers down my back and up my legs. His hands rubbed the silicone breasts, as he felt the blue and white cotton of my sundress. My large floppy hat protecting me from the hidden sun.

"Mmm, neck tastes excellent too. Maybe I should taste a little bit more, maybe you should turn around."

And I did. We made out near the beach, his back to the half-empty rec center, my hand on the front of his swimming trunks. Soon I had my fingers with my long blue nails inside the elastic of his trunks. His hardened manhood in the palm of my hand. I rubbed as we kissed, as his tongue tasted my lips, my teeth, even the tip of my nose.

"Sabrina, that feels so good."

As I rubbed, he started breathing heavier, started talking more, started rubbing my side, my legs, my flattened crotch. I was starting to lose my breath, I couldn't wait for him to cum in my hands. I couldn't wait to make him happy and help him with his over-excitement. We stopped kissing and looked at each other. I tilted my head, he was quite handsome, quite hairy. I played some more with his hardness, relishing my time with a man in my hands. I felt him tighten up, I felt a shiver down my back and arms. He made a cute noise as his cum ran from the tip of his cock into my now sticky palm. He locked eyes with me as he came, as I finished rubbing inside his damp shorts. I moved closer and we kissed again. I had one hand on his naked chest, while I continued to play with his sperm, continued to rub it into his skin.

He whispered. "Fuck, that was so good, princess. You have the softest hands. When can I see you again?"

I had to close my eyes. I felt myself orgasm as we lightly kissed. A man wanted to see me again, how exciting. I would probably do the same thing to a different man next week, why limit myself, why not make every man happy and take care of their over-excitement too?

When could he see me again? "Soon." I lied.

***

Week Two

Week two, was more of the same. I made lunch, I cleaned the kitchen, I took another tour of the house. He was being quite nice. His hands were constantly trying to touch a part of my body.

"So I'm thinking," He slowly released a handful of my long blonde hair, "Since I pay Miss Perkins and the security company for your visit, that you are not MY employee."

"Mmm?"

"Maybe we can just view each other as friends, you are coming over as a friend. Will that be okay?"

I looked up from the puddle of Windex I sprayed on his counter. I pursed my lips. "That will be fine, Mr. Shilling."

"Griffin.'

"Griffin." A smile in my voice.

"Good. I am glad that's settled. I have a cleaning woman who comes over on Mondays and Thursdays, she said the kitchen was spotless, heh... She asked if I had gotten married over the weekend, heh. I am going to tell her my friend stops by."

"Mmmm, okay." I smiled I kept on cleaning. I was enjoying this conversation.

He kept watching me. "Unless you would like me to call you something else?"

"You can just call me Sabrina, that would be fine." I gave him a mischievious smile, I knew he loved calling me by my name anyway. Even Sue and Peter have been using that name all week, even when I didn't look like myself.

"I was thinking, how about my Weekend Wife then since that is your nickname on Instagram, or even my Once-A-Week Wife?"

I suddenly felt myself get a little wet, my panties feeling damper than usual. I think I would love being a 'wife.' I felt like one most days anyway. Even at home with Sue, she was constantly calling me her Trophy wife.

"Okay, that would be nice." I started to realize that I would be happy with whatever he wanted to call me, but 'wife?' That would be amazing.

I went back to the Windex, keeping the spray, away from my dress. Once again I was in something summery, something overly feminine. Sue didn't seem to mind what I wore as long as it was something that I exhibited on my account to my followers. My sleeves were big and puffy and my skirt was full and landed up to my knees. I knew Mr. Shilling, well, Griffin was enjoying it. I could tell he loved watching me, watching his new 'wife.' I loved having a live audience.

"Do you know the first time I ever saw you?"

I looked up, he had his phone in his hand. He was taking pictures of me. "No, when?"

"It was the beginning of this year, you were outside the office building near the sculpture garden. I was watching you pose. I am going to guess that every man in that building, that day, was watching you."

"Really? I'm sorry I didn't mean to be distracting."

"No, it was fine. I did a search after that, I wanted to find you. My receptionist found you for me, heh. She showed me your pictures out in front of the building, next to the pond and near the statues. When I clicked on Shilling Sculpture Garden on Instagram, all of your pictures from there came up. I was a fan immediately. I never imagined you would soon be posing in my kitchen." He smiled, he walked closer, another handful of hair.

Once-A-Week-Wife, hmmm, I think I am enjoying this.

When I left, he kissed me. Our first. I had two empty shopping bags, one on each arm. He held my hips and pulled me toward him. I shook as our lips lightly met. It had been years since I had a man this close to me, even longer having a man against my lips. I suddenly missed it... desperately.

"Goodnight my lovely wife."

I giggled, I was suddenly embarrassed, I couldn't bring myself to say goodnight. My mouth was dry and I lost my voice. I wouldn't be able to say goodnight to my husband so I nodded my head as I slipped into Sue's car. She didn't have to know what went on today, she didn't have to know anything at all.

*

Beach, beach, beach, beach. I love this drive along the water, route 34, love the windows open and the music playing in my head. A song from when I was younger, from my time on the sand hanging out with new friends. If I was home in front of a mirror, I could become quite wet with my glossy lips wrapped around something hard. Imagined or real. In my car things were different, I flashed a smile at everyone I passed as the volume went up.

'Let the wind blow

Let the grass grow

But don't let her go

Don't take her out of my life'

The Beach Boys drifting through Bay Head, Mantoloking, Brick, Normandy, Chadwick, Ortley. Beach, beach, beach. Loved these names, loved my little slice of heaven. I couldn't wait to pose with the Atlantic behind me, the dunes in front of me, the gorgeous girls in their bikinis waiting for me to finish so they could make their own sexy poses, have their own fun teasing the boys. The Beach Boys. Imagining Brian Wilson was younger, more relevant, and having so much fun at the beach.

'But I just got to know

(Let me please know oh oh oh)

Know she'll be a part of my life

Know she'll be a part of my life

Forever'

I stopped at the light, the traffic was lighter, the summer stragglers were leaving for the summer. September at the Shore was quieter, perfect.

"Hey, nice color."

I looked left, a man, well a boy... no a man, liked the color. I scrunched my lips, he was a lane away on the gravel, wearing a baseball shirt and hat with a bat over his shoulder. "My car? The sky? You have to be more specific, hun." I made my eyes smaller, trying to be cute, my purple lips drawing his attention. I was hoping that is what he was making reference too.

"Well, those too, but I like your nails."

I held them up, all mauve and wiggling.

"Oh... do you, Number Seven?"

I waved goodbye just as the beeps started behind me. I pulled into a driveway, maybe I would take pictures, maybe I would let Number Seven see my long nails a little closer. Maybe I was turning into a flirt again, these past two weekends with Griffin was doing a number on my confidence, just like years ago with the boys on the beach.

Number Seven started jogging to the left again.

"Get in," I smiled through the open window, "Can't let you carry that big bat of yours, you are making all the women of Ortley Beach nervous." He laughed and joined me on the passenger side. Six houses away, and a quick right, I stayed and watched him play baseball for a couple of innings. I sat on the roof of my car. I sat under the shade of the trees. He came over to visit when he wasn't on the field when he wasn't holding his bat.

"I play here every Tuesday and Friday."

"Do you now."

"Heh, I do, well at least until the end of the season." I slid closer. He turned and I kissed him lightly on the lips, I stayed a beat too long. He was gorgeous so I let him linger on the now cool hood, as my hands lingered on his buttons. I showed off my nice colored nails one last time. I was a little on edge, I was a little excited, I couldn't wait to take some pictures in the slight golden glow of the beaches for my followers. I couldn't wait to get home to take care of this excitement, counting to number seven.

*

Week Three

"I had to bump up three and then I had to hire six more employees, I will send them over to thank you in person." Sue was teasing me, she was watching me brush my hair. She came over and pulled.

"Sue! Stop!"

"Just checking, sometimes you look way too real. I just wanted to make sure there was something fake about you. Obviously, it's not the hair, what the hell?" I gave her a glare and she left me alone, it was pretty secure, I had a friend in the hair business.

Also, there was nothing fake about me.

Once again the week was busy. Sue and Peter were interviewing, hiring, even adveritising their growing company. I was quite proud of them even though I felt like I had nothing to do with it. I was still working myself, still having to take off my dresses to meet clients, still feeling uncomfortable talking to Tessa as a male.

Life at home had changed. My backyard had become engulfed in sand, the grass a little overgrown especially around the back shed. I didn't need to go there anymore, I didn't need to hide. My favorite pastime was a night in my glorious room, things felt different, things felt normal but electric. Subconsciously I felt I was given more control of the house. I would ask Sue to invite people over to our little afternoon parties. Now they were always crowded and I made so many drinks. I smiled and served in heels, I felt a part of the team. I realized that Sue seemed much happier living with another 'woman', living with an employee, living with me looking more beautiful and feminine than ever. She and Peter would even introduce me to my co-workers, who were still wondering who I was anyway.

"That's Sabrina, she is the one working on the Shilling deal." I would raise my shoulder, I would be cute, like I didn't know what I was doing, mainly because I didn't.

"Third week should be a charm." Sue held out her arm impatiently. A new ID, A head shot with purple lips, blondish, reddish hair, the neckline of my top too low for a corporate picture. I took it and smiled, mirroring myself. I was much too glamourous to be working in the security field.

Soon we were outside Griffin's house once more. Soon I was inside, just another Sunday, another husband and wife relaxing, talking, nothing unusual. Just a husband and wife suddenly making out on the couch. An hour ago we were talking, then holding hands, then dancing together, then sitting close. Soon we had our noses touching. I wasn't ready for any of that, but I also wasn't complaining.

"Mmmm.' I made a cute little moan.

"I love that I can kiss you all day. I love having this as an option."

"An option?"

"Of course." He was smiling, I couldn't tell if he was being facetious or not, but I didn't care. His hands were on my breasts, and I knew, he knew they weren't actually a part of me. He did know that it was turning me on. Even a rub of a fake nipple could lead to the slight whimper of a real orgasm, though I knew we would never get that far, at least not today.

"I don't know if I should be telling you this. I hope I don't upset you."

I pulled away, I didn't like being warned, I like to just come face to face with things. This seemed like a set up and my excitement was waning very quickly.

He watched me as he put his hand on my cheek, his fingers tracing some imaginary line. "You are gorgeous, ya know. It is angels like you, who have taken away the desire for me to be with someone who is one hundred percent female."

He was serious, it felt a little contrived but I didn't care. I moved closer, almost on top of him, our faces a breath away. I loved talking like this, like a young married couple, but I didn't like him bringing up my unwanted gender. Soon our hands were all over each other. I looked him in the eyes, rubbed his cheek, asked him the question that has been preying on my mind all morning. "Can I make you some lunch?"

"Soon."

And we locked eyes some more and then kissed some more. His hand completely engulfed my right breast. Tessa wanted me to be more natural, maybe just some padding but Griffin seemed to love the silicone boobs, his hands were all over them. Soon he took my hand and placed it on his shorts, placed it on his growing hardness. Hesitantly, I started to rub, I loved having this effect on a man. I pushed down and rubbed harder, I tickled with my long nails, I slowly undid his zipper. I haven't had a warm hard penis in my hands since way before I met Sue. My silicone toy was lonely all by itself in the shed, hidden and put away to rest until last week. I would now have to take it out more and get reacquainted with its girth and length, it seemed to be the same size as the manhood I was now rubbing. The one I was watching snake down to the top of his thigh. I couldn't wait to see it in the flesh one day but this would have to wait I didn't want to rush anything.

"I miss being with a woman."

"Wait. Really?" I looked up quickly.

"Of course."

I love that. Here I was a woman in a soft white dress, with soft white boobs.

He kissed me harder, pulled back, then whispered in my ear. My hoop against his nose. "I was married, I'm not anymore."

"What happened?"

"I don't know, she got tired of the Shore, she wanted to move back North, to, um, Canada. We used to sit here and look at the beach for hours." His hand then went under my dress, over my stockings. He rubbed my thighs as I felt his hardness, still hidden in the dark cotton.

Maybe I did want to rush things.

Maybe I should wait.

I got a chill, I was quite excited, I wondered if I was doing this correctly. I wondered if I was doing this like his long, gone ex-wife. I loved having some intimacy during the day, Sue was only in the mood at night, usually in the middle of it, but lately none at all. She wouldn't even touch me while I was looking this feminine. She kept me far away in my pink room. Plus there was never any spontaneity with her, never a quick kiss in the kitchen or footsie under the table. Now with Griffin, it was suddenly all about sex. Food and even my outfits were a close second. I noticed that he seemed constantly hard and I was very happy to lend him a hand, well, after he asked. My hand was now gripping his hard cock as he rubbed and squeezed my nylon legs. We started to make out again, sucking tongues, enjoying the taste of each other.

"My wife didn't feel as nice as you. You are all silky and smooth, while she was a little rough around the edges."

I rubbed, I rubbed harder. I expertly played with his manhood in his briefs. I loved the sound he made when he came.

I opened my eyes, he was watching me, checking my response. I kissed him hard as I felt myself orgasm, as I felt myself drift away. I squeaked and then drifted away to the edge of the beaches, under the view of the day trippers, lifeguards, and all of Tessa 2's friends. I was now alone with a man, with a view of the beach. This is what I loved, this is what will make my Sundays amazing, this was going to make me feel more like a woman than anything. Even more than having his cum on my fingers, now approaching my lips.

"Mmm..."

*

"What? On his couch? You have only known him for a couple of weeks."

Tessa was surprised, she was painting my nails. They were long, longer, and dark red again, had little white dots too. I have had long nails on and off for the past month. Now I had tips, permanent tips, I would be avoiding the office, I would try to do everything by phone or computer. No more switching genders. Sleeping in my new room, surrounded by pink and purple had put me in a mood. Kissing Griffin on the couch, put me in quite another.

"I know, but it feels so natural, plus it is part of my job description, ha." My body wiggled, my long hair moving into my eyes. "It started with a little dance and then it just naturally became more intimate."

"Who was dancing?"

"Me. He asked me to dance and he watched. I then grabbed his hand and we danced together, my hand on his chest and his arms around me. It was quite romantic." I smiled thinking back on the last weekend, thinking how nice it feels to be in a man's arms. "I can be romantic under the right circumstances."

"Hmmm, does Sue know about this new development?"

"Should I tell her? Maybe I will get a raise, ha."

"A raise?" Tessa fanned my wet looking nails, she scrunched her face. It didn't look like she wanted me to tell Sue.

So I didn't.

*

Week Four

My top was white, completely sheer with butterflies embroidered on it. Long sleeves and tucked gingerly into my red skirt. I was gazing at the beach then I turned, my knees slightly bent, my breasts swaying in their cupless bra, only a strap, a ribbon, barely any support at all.

'You look incredible, come closer."

I moved, slowly, my body was vibrating.

"Mmm. I have been dreaming of this since I first saw your pictures before I even imagined this was an option."

I looked up. An option? What a weird choice of words. He loved that word.

I watched as his bare hairy legs spread, leaving me with a view of his grey briefs. I sidled up between his thighs, his eyes taking in the breast forms, the perfect double D's, just waiting to rub against his legs. He reached down, destroying my concentration. Both his hands on a breast. I raised myself on my knees, let him rub, let him watch my eyes as he fondled. To think I was against this slutty top, against this tiny skirt, the matching too-red lips, and now I was reveling in my seduction. I was enjoying him playing with me, enjoying his lips getting closer to mine.

*

"I got you something." This morning Sue threw an H&M bag at me. I caught it, my new long nails almost making a hole in the plastic. "Now that it's the fourth week, I think you have to scootch it up a bit. Make him crazy, ha, well crazier."

"Crazier? What do you think I do there?"

"Well, whatever it is, just make him need you. I don't want him getting bored, the new security teams are working out quite well. The task force has quadrupled since you started visiting him. We are taking care of so many properties and businesses in the area. Once they heard we were part of Shilling's team the calls started flooding in." She pointed, "C'mon open up."

I didn't want to look in the bag. I hated imagining what she picked out for me to wear to a man's house. What she decided 'scootch it up a bit' meant. Sue never scootches it up. A bright cherry red lipstick fell from the bag, clinking on the tiles. I have never even seen her with lipstick on, I have never seen her in lingerie, or even naked over bed covers. I didn't know what she considered sexy. I dumped the rest of the contents onto the dining room table. The red and silk clashed with the flowers on my tablecloth.

I picked up something white, it looked like textured pantyhose. I gave her a quizzical look.

"That's a top, you can show off those boobs of yours. Men like that sort of thing. I am sure Tessa would hate it, heh, but Peter says it will suit you."

"Peter?" I held it up, I spied Sue through the gauzy white. "I can't wear this. I will be cleaning and cooking. What will he think if I show up wearing this or these?" I shook as I held up a pair of stiletto heels with too many straps, red like the skirt, single-souled, uncomfortable. I know how to wear heels, I know what looks good, feels good. I knew these weren't the type of heels to wear while polishing the toaster. These are what a woman wears when she is on her knees.

*

It was my fourth week here with Griffin and now I was on my knees.

"I love you on the floor. I love you like this, looking up at me."

I could tell. He was so much harder, even harder than last week if that was possible. His manhood was straining against the cotton of his shorts, a perfect bulge threatening to break free through the Y hole. I was wondering if Sue imagined her husband in this outfit, crawling closer to a man, or did she assume he would watch me from afar as I flitted around his kitchen, clicking in my impossible heels. I was wondering if she or Peter would assume that Griffin and I would have a sexual relationship. I was completely surprised myself, even though when I was younger it only took an hour before a man on the beach was in my mouth. I needed a little conversation first, I was a lady, sometimes.

"You are a fantasy come to life and I love what you have on, you are so sexy."

"Am I?" Personally, I felt it was too slutty for me. It wouldn't be an outfit Tessa or I would pick for myself. I definitely wouldn't be putting any pictures up on social media, this isn't what a weekly wife would wear, this is something she would put on to have an affair.

His breathing was ragged, just like the men in my past. I forgot about the crazy top because It turned me on knowing that I was turning him on.

I inched into him, as close as possible. I unbuttoned his shirt. I put my hands on his rough chest as we kissed. Soon his lips were on my cheeks and in my hair. My breasts now pushing against him. I pulled back, my longer-than-usual maroon nails scratching and making trails through the forest on his chest. I was starting to vibrate and tingle a little more as his face coasted over mine. I was thinking I needed his manhood in my mouth, it had been too long for me. I remembered loving it, loving the way I felt, loving the way I was treated. I also remembered being in bed with Sue so many weeks ago, looking at her vagina, her hips, and thinking there is nothing here for me anymore. There is nothing for me to hold onto. Plus my silicone toy was getting lots of action this week, I just hoped Sue wasn't listening too closely to her new roommate enjoying herself.

"Mmm, yummy..." I improvised, regretting it as soon as it slipped out of my mouth. It wasn't a phrase I would utter under any circumstance. I moved down his chest, onto his hard stomach. My fingers now bringing down his shorts as he slightly moved up. His hard cock poked up as soon as I released it from its elastic prison. I kissed him, leaving a nice red print from the cheap lipstick on his purple head. His pre-cum was already flowing.

"I know you, my little wife, you love this. You want a hard cock don't you?"

"Mmm." I did, but not for the reasons he assumed. I wanted to make him happy.

A penis to me was like shots. Little shots of liquor, but his manhood was big, hard, tough. My chin on his balls, my lips at the base of his dick. The head of his cock reached above my blurry eyeline. If I had to have one cock for the rest of my life, this one would do fine, I would be quite happy. But... there is the assortment, like shots, Amaretto, Sambuca, Irish Whiskey, frozen vodka, I wanted to try a little of each, I wanted to be surrounded by different cocks, I mean, different little glasses of something smooth, harsh or tasty. "Mmm, you taste so good, baby."

"That's it. Tell me you love it."

"I love yours because it is a part of you." I smiled up at him but he had his eyes closed, his head back, he was done with my look already, he was inside his head. His hips moving, he was ready for me to suck him. I let him inside my lips, just the head of his cock, just a bit inside of me. A tentative suck made him squirm, made him start to breathe heavier, more random panting. My tongue started swirling and pushing as he moved in my mouth. My breasts hanging, the sides rubbing against his thighs, my legs in nylon rubbing together, my hands warming his balls. I let him slip out then started to take him in my mouth again, getting a rhythm and gaining speed.

"Fuck, you feel so good... Ah, I miss this. We can do this all the time."

I let him fuck my mouth as I gripped his hard thighs, holding on so he could set his own pace. I loved this motion as he got close then far, as his dick hit the back of my throat, as his cock threatened to fall out of my mouth. I felt my new tiny panties get wet, the too thin string up between my cheeks. I started to taste his pre-cum, I slowed down and pulled off of his cock, I wanted to see him drip, I wanted to see what effect I was having on his body. As a little bit of white leaked out I licked, I tasted, I started to breathe a little slower. I was enjoying this more than I thought I would. Maybe being his wife was starting to affect me differently, maybe I was ready to succumb to his needs even more. Maybe I didn't mind being on my knees in an outfit picked out by own my wife.

He grabbed his phone, he took a couple of pictures with his manhood in my mouth.

I shook my head, I needed to think about what I was doing, so I moved back and I posed, pursing my lips and fluttering my eyelashes. I ran my red nails over my breasts, only slightly hidden behind the sheerness of the new top. I bit my lip. "You like?"

He blew out. "I, I do."

"You like lots?"

He smiled. He grabbed his hard cock. "I like lots, heh." My hands reached out as he stood up. His naked body in front of me, my hands now holding onto his hips as he took over the jerking of his cock.

"I want to taste you baby." I smiled up at him, his once-a-week wife, on her knees. He inched closer to my lips with his moving dick, slightly grazing me, ready to explode. I playfully licked, I waited, I wanted him.

"My beautiful wife, I want to fuck you." I looked up. I couldn't see his eyes. I wanted his cum, I didn't want to discuss sleeping together. I was not ready for that. "Fuck.." He yelled and I felt his cum on my cheek. I engulfed him, feeling him ejaculate in my mouth, my lips tightening around his dick, moving his hands out of the way. I sucked, feeling him fill me up. Feeling his sperm dribble down my throat. I sucked, hoping more would come, more would enter my lips. My fingers went to the front of my panties, I was tiny and tucked, but I knew I just needed one little press. I felt my fingers tickle my 'clit' and I started to cum, He watched as my orgasm hit me hard enough to make me buckle, hard enough to make me engulf his cock again. I sucked some more, relishing my time with a perfect, hot, wet empty dick. Now covered in cheap red lipstick.

I knew Griffin was done when he relaxed, his hands back in my hair, delicate touches of his fingers on my cheeks. I stuck out my tongue, the slight whiteness dripped onto my nylon thighs. I slurped it up, then pushed the rest that had fallen on my breasts into my mouth with my fingers. I shook my hair and then swallowed theatrically, as he smiled.

"Every Sunday you will have a fresh supply of my cum, baby."

My eyes gazed at him, trying to read his expression. I hope he wanted to be cute, but he wasn't. Then I licked him again. I forgave him for his little comment. Soon we were on the couch, cuddling together, My extremely short skirt showing off my beige legs, my lips on his neck, and his fingers once again on my breasts. I could tell he loved the sheer/silky material of the top, the one I didn't want to wear... the one that made my breasts look so good.

The one I would never wear again.

*

I was in a zone, my confidence was so high. It was crazy.

"My wonderful wife, you really want to go shopping?"

"Mmm-mmm." I smiled mainly because I did. When I dress I drive around the shore, I take pictures while everyone is sleeping, or at school, or away for the winter. I didn't go shopping. I wanted to... but I didn't. "Would you like to come with me?"

"No, I think I will answer some emails and take a shower."

"I would love the company. Are you sure?"

"I am."

"Well then, would you like anything special?"

"No," He smiled, he started to think, "But if you see something interesting give me a call. I will keep the phone near me." We kissed goodbye, long, hard, he rubbed his body against me and begged me to not be long.

I felt I had to do something for him, something he would expect other than sucking his cock. I needed to clean the kitchen or go to the market just to put my mind in the right perspective. Maybe even the matrimonial perspective. I didn't want him to think I was only here with him for sex.

I took his truck, I took his credit card. I still had his taste on my lips. I went to his favorite market, all too far for me, all not technically on the Shore. Tom's River was full of families, full of big cars, jeeps, pickups. I didn't like driving a pickup, a huge Ford like they did. It was black and didn't match my personality at all. I considered myself silver, not coal black, inexpensive with an interesting personality. The people in Tom's River didn't think so at all.

"Who's credit card is this?"

"Um, it's my husbands?"

"I see." The cashier didn't like my hair, I could tell. She didn't like my top either. I was wearing a light sweater but I was still showing a little too much cleavage while being surrounded by toddlers and foofy little dogs. "Can I see some ID?"

I got nervous, my face went red but my cleavage stayed the same pale color. "Um, sorry I don't have anything on me." I looked in my little purse, I had twelve bucks, just enough for the two bags of pasta and nothing else. Not the sliced cold cuts, not the Italian delicacies, and not the thinly sliced chicken cutlets I was going to grill for dinner. I didn't even have my driver's license or another credit card, they were at the house in the little porch he let me use, inside my wallet. All I had was my new work ID from Sue, the red lipstick, and my mascara, just the essentials.

Just the essentials for a weekend wife. Why didn't I just tell this cashier, she would understand.

"Ridiculous. I don't understand how you can leave the house without ID." She was annoyed, she took the next person behind me. They were all quite mad at the blonde with the short red skirt. Next time I go shopping I wear loose shorts, jeans or leggings. I'll try to look like the angry mothers on the back of the line, I will blend in.

"Can you move please?" So I moved.

I called Griffin, but he didn't answer. I called again. I called Sue, she barked, she made me feel guilty, she hung up. I didn't like being this far away from the Shore, this far away from my neighborhood, this far away from the house, my house... not Griffin's large mansion. I called Sue again, I asked her to meet me with cash, I asked her to save me from this situation, I asked her very nicely. I said please four times.

"Jesus, just be an adult." She hung up.

I was an adult so I closed my tearing eyes. Then I left, knocking into a few women with full carts as I did. Once I was back in the huge pickup truck, I took a deep breath, I felt so sad, I couldn't comprehend why. Life was becoming so wonderful and this was throwing me off and I didn't understand it. I wanted to call Tessa but I knew I shouldn't. She would be working, be busy. She would be here in seconds and I would cry on her shoulder and in her hair, I have done it before. Tessa would never leave me alone. I called Griffin again, but still no answer. This huge truck couldn't get me out of Tom's River fast enough. I showed it my middle finger with a perfect colorful nail as I drove over the bridge.

*

PART TWO

*

'Let the bird sing

With the coming spring

Let the church bells ring

Let the rain fall'

"Just a little drizzle."

"I know, but no one wants to play in a drizzle." Number Seven was damp. I always love a wet man but we couldn't sit close because of the console between the seats in my car, what a dissappointment. I wanted to cuddle, I wanted him closer, I wanted his arm around me. I needed to show him something.

"Um, this is me." I held up my phone, I showed him the picture I put up on Instagram this afternoon. After my visit to Tessa's, to tell her of my sexy then uncomfortable weekend. After my visit to the clinic, the dermatologist, the therapist, after the visit to the beach with the waves and the sun behind me. I was still in the same cute outfit, a short white flowered dress with a blue and red crisscross design. It was cute and it looked great on an empty beach, my three-inch heeled booties sinking into the sand.

I moved the screen closer and closer to his unshaved chin. We touched, as he took it, he glanced at a few of my other pictures. "You are quite beautiful."

I smiled. I always looked better from far away. All my pictures were full shots, showing almost my entire body, never a close-up. Never concentrating on one part, not even my perfect lips... well except for my profile picture.

"Did you read my little bio?"

"No." And he read, his lips were moving. Then he looked at me, then he read some more. I took back my phone.

"Well?"

"Transgender?"

"Mmm." We kissed over the console, he told me he loved how I looked sucking a straw.

*

Week Five

"Sabrina! Shilling wants you in white. Fuck, I wish he told me yesterday I would have had Tessa get you something."

"What kind of white?"

"That's a stupid question." Sue chased me back upstairs to change, but I didn't. Why didn't Griffin just call me, it felt weird that after a month he was still talking to me through Sue. "Hey," She yelled again. "Now he says he wants you to stay the night, so pack a bag."

"A bag?"

I heard her yell. "C'mon hurry up, I have things to do today!"

*

Sue dropped me off in front of his house, she had a weird grin on her face. I was a little disoriented while holding a shopping bag overflowing with clothes and heels. I was holding a makeup case that was too big for an overnight play date. I was wearing an off white sweater showing off my right shoulder. I was wearing black heels and dark blue jeans. I was dressed as a neighborhood wife ready to go shopping, and I didn't want to spend the night.

Griffin was disappointed, he didn't understand why I didn't have a white dress. He didn't understand that you didn't wear white after Labor Day either. I didn't like that he was covering his crotch.

He didn't understand why I HAD to go shopping either. "I want to take you away today instead, but first I have a surprise for you." He was in a dark maroon robe. He threw me a set of keys. "A present for the wife." He smiled, I saw his hardness sneak out of his robe on its own. Shopping would have to wait. I got on my knees and took care of him, I was hoping it would make him more understanding, make him forget about the dress. Help him remember how great his weekly wife was.

*

I wasn't used to such a small car, but I am sure I could get used to it. I definitely wasn't used to having my hair blown around my face, my sunglasses keeping my bangs out of the way.

"Hmmm, a Mercedes-Benz SL 55, mmm." I ran my fingers along the name of the car that appeared on the face of the dashboard. The car the same color as the light, well until it turned green and I got beeped. New Jersey was always in a hurry. I drove a couple of blocks, he wanted me to get used to the feel of the car, the mirrors. He wanted to watch my breasts move as I went over bumps. He made me pull over so we could make out like teenagers on Route 35, right near his house, right near the baseball field Number Seven plays on.

"How are you going to thank me for the car?"

I looked at him sideways, I didn't really like this line of questioning. "By saying thank you, again."

I felt he wasn't feeling guilty about last week like he should. I also didn't need a car.

He smiled and he pulled me in for a kiss as a swoosh of cars passed us by. He took my hand and placed it inside his robe, surprisingly it was just a little darker than the car but the exact color of my nails, his robe I mean. And my fingers looked quite nice holding onto his hardness. I guess I was saying thank you, again. I would rather him tell me what we were doing today instead of giving him a hand job off a main avenue. Once again he was making me feel less like a wife and more like a fantasy.

"That's it, baby. I love this. I love that you are so into sex with me"

"Am I?"

So I figured I had to rub him some more, then I slowly ran my nails on the length of his manhood, amazed that he enjoyed my touch so much. I was thinking I would have rather been doing this to Number Seven instead of Griffin. I was quite upset with him last week, plus I made him cum less than fifteen minutes ago. I felt he didn't treat me like I was his wife. Why didn't he come with me, why didn't he answer his phone, why didn't he call me back? Most importantly why didn't he understand why I was so upset after the shopping incident? Number Seven understood. He let me cry and explain, he put his arms around me, while he lightly played with my hair. Griffin just gave me a car instead.

"God, I needed to feel your fingers. I missed you all freakin' week. I couldn't wait to give you this car, Sue told me you would go crazy once you saw it."

I flinched when he used my wife's name. He groped my breasts and hair as I pulled on his hard cock. I tried to enjoy the feeling of the excitement building up inside of me but I was thinking about his conversation with Sue. Why didn't she tell me anything? Did she really think I was in need of a surprise?

We heard a beep. I was now hoping the jealous drivers were watching us. I was hoping we wouldn't stay like this all afternoon. He started to moan. I knew he was going to cum when we stopped kissing, but our noses were still touching. I wonder if he knew I loved being this close. I wanted his breath on me as he came. And he came some more. I let him take pictures of me while I licked my fingers and swallowed. I stuck out my tongue just as he was becoming hard again.

*

"I like to be driven. This is what I am used to, plus you are hotter than my other driver."

The little Mercedes was so quiet, it was taking me a long time to get used to it. It wouldn't matter, we were on a road trip, my bag and case in the trunk along with Griffins maroon suitcase. I never realized he liked this color before, I would have to pay more attention.

I didn't really like the way he was watching me instead of the road ahead. "Where are we going?" He wouldn't answer, I could tell he was getting a little annoyed by my questioning.

"Don't worry about it. Just a little more south, it's another surprise. A good one."

And then he surprised me by making me turn into a parking lot. We were on Long Beach Island, way too far out of my comfort zone. Thankfully we were still on the Jersey Shore.

"This is it?"

"It is, come on, let's go in. Perfect timing." I had trouble walking through the gravel of the lot with my heels. We were surrounded by more cars and so many more people. I clicked on the white and tan bricks, I discovered Sunday mass was in three minutes.

"Griffin!" We turned, as two people were approaching us, hands out. "Griffin Shilling, what the fuck?" A tall man in a dark sweater was surprised, the woman with him was even more surprised that he cursed. "Crazy seeing you here, after all these years."

"Well, you might be seeing more of me, well, us."

They shook, we were all introduced, we were all going to be late. I heard the shimmering notes of an organ.

"So why the visit? To see family?"

"Yes and no." We started to enter the church as Griffin grabbed my arm. "Me and Sabrina are getting married today. Right here, right where I was baptized."

I stopped. I felt my stomach turn and my knees start to give. I put my hand to my chest. "What?"

"We are going to say our vows in front of my old neighborhood. My parents and my sisters family are here too. I hope there are more people I know, I want to show off." Then he finally looked at me. "C'mon, surprise, smile, heh, don't you just love this? It is all set, the priest will call us up when it's time. I just wish you were wearing a white dress."

His friends walked into the church, I heard the priest, I heard the choir. I heard Griffin talking but I couldn't make sense of any of it. I didn't want to be standing in front of his mother and others that he knew. What would I say, how would I explain who I was? Plus, I was already married and starting to realize I wasn't too fond of that one either. I ripped my hand away from his and ran to the car. The silly, small red car, that I was beginning to dislike. I was inside with the windows up and doors locked as he made his way back. He was checking the handle. I called Sue as he politely knocked, and then he got harder and louder. Sue couldn't be bothered she had company, she had no time for me. I opened the passenger side.

"We still have some time, c'mon I have paperwork, I have a ring, they won't know. You are going to love it. I can't wait to see your face when you say 'I do.'"

He can see my face as we drive north from the comfort of the passenger seat. I was going home.

*

'Let the bird sing

With the coming spring

Let the church bells ring

But don't take her out of my life

Please keep her a part of my life'

Last Friday I realized that Number Seven was a better kisser than Griffin. "Baby I love how you kiss me." I smiled, letting him see my white teeth. Letting him look at my black and silver eye makeup. Tessa said he would love it and she was right. He complimented my eyes as soon as I was within viewing distance. Now we were watching his team winning.

"Heh, do you? Well, I love how you kiss too." So he kissed me some more until one of his teammates made him come up to the plate. I pouted, I was making believe I was cute.

"So how long have you been going with Michael?" I was on the hood of my silver car, so I looked to my right. A younger woman handed me a beer in a red solo cup.

"Oooh, thank you. Only a couple of weeks." I was guessing Michael was Number Seven's name, but I couldn't be sure, so I put out my free hand to shake hers. "I'm Sabrina."

"Tracy." She made a face as her thumb touched her Iron Maiden t-shirt, I liked her immediately. "I think you are good luck, the team is doing amazing this year and Michael is batting like a pro. Maybe you should be kissing my husband, he has been striking out all night."

And we laughed. After the game, her husband sat on the hood with us. I sat on Michael's lap. I was still going to call him Number Seven.

*

"Sabrina! Griffin wants to know why you won't talk to him."

Sue was yelling, she didn't understand why I didn't want to talk on her phone. Right now, I didn't even want to think about him. The entire ride home from Long Beach Island was so uncomfortable. He positioned himself against the passenger door and watched me disapprovingly the whole drive back to Point Pleasant. He was non-stop with questions I couldn't answer.

"Don't you like the name Mrs. Shilling? I thought someone like you would have loved that. Well, it would have been nicer if you were wearing a white dress, but still, don't you ever want to be a bride?"

I was quiet, I was concentrating on the road, not the views or the questions.

"You say you love it when I call you my wife."

I didn't want to talk, I didn't even want to look to my right. I kept my eyes straight, I listened to the music, I listened to my heartbeat getting louder and louder.

"I had a photographer, I even had my cousin and her husband there to be the maid of honor and best man, it would have been fun. Oh shit, I have the Honeymoon suite at Harrah's in Atlantic City, what the fuck, now I gotta cancel. This should have been our wedding day. You know my mother's going to be disappointed, she has been texting me."

I didn't want to tell him that the reason I was with him was because my wife made me do this. She made me do this to help her company. I was his wife for one day a week, I didn't want him to think I was his wife forever. How were we going to explain my nonappearance the rest of the week to his friends, his mother? What the eff? How did he convince a priest to perform a wedding with no license, it didn't make any sense to me. If we planned it, I would have had Tessa involved, we could have taken pictures and video with everyone. Tessa would have helped me keep it nice and informal, with the bare minimum of people. I bet even Sue and Peter would have showed up, they probably would have paid for it, it would have been great for business.

"All that planning, shit, I don't understand girls like you. Now I gotta make a ton of calls."

I finally looked at him, I felt tears in my eyes, so I pulled over, I didn't want to ruin his little red car. "I just want to go home, I don't feel right, I'm sorry."

He just watched me as I regripped the steering wheel. He didn't even offer to drive. The next forty-two minutes were silent. I pulled in front of my house a day earlier than planned. I took my bags out of the trunk, I didn't say goodbye. Once inside, I didn't even explain anything to Sue and her dozen or so employees. I guess today was a perfect day to have a cocktail party without me.

*

I was helping Tessa in the busy salon. I was taller than her, I got to put all sorts of things on the top shelves.

"Can you imagine if we planned a wedding? You would be a gorgeous bride."

"And you would be the most beautiful maid of honor."

"Maid of honor?" Her hand on her hip and her eyes burning a hole through the bangs on my forehead. "You are like my daughter, I would obviously be the mother of the bride, well... you..."

I stepped down and hugged her, she was right.

"I almost got married in blue jeans and heels, I could have been a cowgirl with the right sort of hat, ha." But Tessa wasn't laughing, I let her cry into my top. We listened to the music seeping from the overhead speakers. "I'm sorry."

We were quiet for so long, that I forgot there were others around us. We disengaged and headed for her office. "Tessa, when I was little, probably six, seven or so, I went shopping at this wonderful store in the mall. It had everything I used to love. Knick-nacks and home goods, all types of utensils and kitchen products, I could walk around for hours. I bought my mother a mug for her birthday. It had a Rooster on it, I figured she would like it, she liked everything."

"Mmm, I remember she loved things with feathers, sniff."

"I remember just hanging around the store afterward, you know, just looking around, waiting for my mother to come get me, to take me home. A man grabbed my arm and brought me back to the registers. He grabbed the bag and opened it. All the workers were watching us, I felt like I was on display."

"Why did he do that?"

"He was a security guard or something at the store. He told me he saw that I put something else in the bag. I was stealing. He looked inside and it was just the mug. He gave it back to me, he didn't say anything. For a couple of minutes, everyone thought I was a thief, I was guilty. The guard put more tape on the bag and gave it back to me, he didn't even say he was sorry."

"You should have kicked him in the balls."

"I was such a little kid, I couldn't do anything, I froze, I was so embarrassed. They were all looking at me, watching." And then I started to cry, both then and now. When Tessa got sad, I got even sadder.

She sat next to me. "That okay, you were young, I hope you don't worry about things like that anymore."

"I don't like people looking at me, judging me, I can't handle it. Why can't everyone be nice? I don't like being on display either, especially in real life. Last Sunday I didn't want to be on display."

"Well, obviously Griffin's an ass just like the security guard was."

"That security guard told me I couldn't come into that store ever again. And I cried some more, he seemed so mean. Later, Mom asked me what was the matter, but I just told her I didn't feel good."

I told Sue that story over a year ago and she thought I was crazy. Mother Tessa on the other hand knows I'm crazy.

*

Week Six

"Please don't tell me that's what you are wearing today." Sue was surprised by my outfit of the day, she was watching me walk down the stairs. I had on a yellow top, puffy cap sleeves, showing off my hairless arms. I had on a denim skirt with another little frill at the bottom, the hem came mid-thigh, I still would be showing most of my legs. My bare non-tanned legs. I had on a pair of four-inch cream wedges, they had a two-inch platform and an ankle strap. They looked perfect with my outfit. I felt so excited just to be going out, just something for a beautiful Sunday, but I was nervous seeing Griffin. We hadn't talked since I left him in the red car on Sunday. His assistant called me and invited me to the golf club, seems it was a yearly thing for Shilling Industries. Technically I wasn't an employee so I was a little nervous, but who cares, I wanted to have fun after the stress-inducing church incident.

"I'm going to a golf outing. I am getting picked up." I smiled as I told her, I was a little embarrassed to be so underdressed but still excited.

"Golf, you?" She sneered.

"Well, I think I'm just going to watch."

"Ya think, hah. Don't want you to get that skirt all dirty." She was shaking her head, she was getting her coffee, she was going to sit in her garden. She didn't care that I wasn't home on Sundays, she told me she loved the peace and quiet. "I'm surprised he's taking your sissy ass outside... again..." She laughed. Actually, she has been a little short with me this week. I was doing this for her, and it was working out great for the company, and I never even got a thank you. I never even got paid. I decided I wasn't even going to say goodbye, it was my little tiny rebellion.

"Mwah," My kiss to no one as I went out the front door.

I waited outside, my little denim bag on my arm. I was running my nails through my hair, feeling the softness on my face. I put a scrunchie in it and it hung down on my left shoulder. It landed passed my breast. Tessa had me model three new wigs this week, and I was going to try to wear all three of them to see how they felt and looked, they were shorter, blonder. I was going to get them ready for Griffin. This one he would like, it was so long. I paced up and down in front of the house. Before this little adventure, I never would have stepped out in front of the house in a skirt. I would get in my car, which was hidden in the garage, and then drive off. I was looking around and wondering if the neighbors were asking Sue about the blonde woman in short dresses that ran out of the house all week. The one they see all the time. I hoped they were.

I saw the Lexus LC, it was maroon-colored, dark blood, it stood out on my quiet block. He had a garage full of cars, the little red one I am sure was parked somewhere inside of it. I was so glad he wasn't taking the pickup, I dreaded trying to climb that with this short skirt, plus it gave me bad flashbacks to two weeks ago. Hopefully, today will wash all the bad experiences of the last two weeks away, that wasn't too much to ask for.

Griffin hopped out and opened my door, that was nice. I was glad Sue wasn't here to see me get into his car, the way I sat and swung my legs. I was so ladylike. I really didn't want her seeing her husband leave for a golfing date with a tall, rich man either.

"Wow, you look nice, you should dress up like this for your Instagram account." He was smiling at me, he was looking at my legs. "You look different."

"Really?"

"You have a little bit of a distrustful look on that pretty face of yours." He reached over and grabbed my hand, he gave me a little squeeze. "Just relax, enjoy yourself today."

I finally looked him in the eye, he was close shaven for the first time since we got together. He looked diferent too. He also had a look on his face, I couldn't place, something new, some idea hidden between the darkness of his gray eyes. I shook off the feeling, I was over thinking things.

Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad, maybe I would have fun. Maybe.

*

We parked, I smiled at all the valets and workers wandering around, then we headed into the huge Main house, the golf club. Griffin actually held my arm, I was quite shy and nervous and he knew it.

"How do you want to be introduced? As my new wife? Ha, or maybe not." He made a face, I felt my hand shake a little.

"Don't you think there would be too many questions anyway?"

He shrugged, he didn't care, he walked away from me. Soon we were in the middle of so many people, all his employees were surrounding him, all of the husbands and wives. They were talking for so long, I was so tense, my mouth was so dry, I didn't know how, or even if he was going to introduce me to anybody.

"Thanks everybody for coming." He told the workers the plans for the day and we all followed him outside to the back of the club, there were drinks and some food set up. We were all in the shade under a huge awning, it was nice. His friends and workers were smiling at me, I'm sure they knew about his ex, I'm sure they were wondering who I was. I didn't want to talk, I had social anxiety to begin with, and wearing this sporty outfit was helping me fit in. Everyone seemed so well put together, everyone looked dressed to go golfing. I hope I looked okay.

After a couple of minutes he called, "Hey, over here!" and they all sort of gathered around him again, he was like the king. "So after we have drinks, just sign up for a game, get some clubs if you don't have them, and have fun."

He then called over a woman "Hey Jane."

She waved and smiled at the crowd, "Good morning." She was the one who called during the week.

"If you are not playing golf or just watching, Jane here will find you something to do." Everybody spread, everybody walked away, I was standing alone in the middle of the huge deck. I watched Griffin walk away from me, he didn't introduce me. I think he forgot I existed.

*

Sometimes when I am alone like this, I get into a zone, I get tunnel vision, I start to shake. I realized I had to sit down. I had to get some water.

"Excuse me," One of the waiters, almost knocked me over, he smiled as he passed.

There were three huge empty tables behind me, the Club and deck were now quieter as everyone moved on to different ventures. I didn't know what to do. I could see almost everyone move out toward the greens, to make teams, to play golf. There were probably forty of them. Even Jane, the woman who would give you something else to do, was involved with them and handing out cards. I didn't think I would be able to talk to her or explain myself, I wouldn't know where to begin. I wonder if she would recognize me, obviously Griffin had told her about me.

There were also a group of women now standing over in the sun, probably going to follow the flow of golfers. I looked around, I felt like the workers were watching me, I wanted to find a place to hide, I got a bottle of water from the table and went back into the club.

I sort of fell into a chair, I looked out the front window, my back to the rest of the room. I got on my phone and called Sue, it took me three times before she answered. I then watched a group of the wives outside, they were on some kind of a tour, I got a little distracted.

"What's the matter?" Sue sounded a little annoyed.

"Nothing's the matter."

"Then what? Aren't you watching people golf or something?" I didn't want to tell her that Griffin, ignored me and walked away, I didn't want to tell her he hurt my feelings.

"Can you pick me up, I want to go home."

"Ugh, c'mon, you are workin',' do some work." And she laughed at me.

I was looking at my legs, my wedges, my long nails trailing up and down, I should try to enjoy this. This is what I wanted, I wanted to be accepted as a woman, I wanted to go out and experience the world.

"Can you come get me?" I knew I could call a cab, I could get back, but I wanted her to come for me. I wanted her to see what type of situation she was putting me in, nothing dangerous, but it was still heartbreaking to me. "Please."

"It's Sunday, that was the deal. You are what set this in motion and I don't know what would happen if it stopped." She hung up. I made believe she didn't. I still kept on talking, I wanted the people walking by me to think I had a friend.

Finally, I said, "Okay, bye, have a great day, the weather is beautiful." I took a sigh, "You too. And say hello to everyone for me." I did a little fake giggle and put the phone on my breast.

One of the older waitresses gave me a glass of wine, I smiled at her. She was now my favorite part of the day. "Thank you."

"Your nails look so much nicer holding a glass, look at them shine."

I smiled, she was being nice, I wanted her to sit with me, hold my hand. She gave another glass of wine to another woman on her phone, and gave another compliment.

*

After a while I walked around the Club, it was very big, it was full of trees. I wanted to walk in my wedges, I wanted the breeze to blow my new hair. I held my glass, it gave me something to do. To think I was looking forward to this, looking forward to showing off my hair and legs, even my denim skirt. I could dress down, I could dress like a woman going to a Golf Club. I wanted Griffin to see that I could assimilate.

The day dragged on, soon I knew every part of the old clubhouse, even the grounds surrounding it. I was weaving in and out of the cars in the tremendous parking lot, the two valets were watching me. They nodded their heads, it was nice being noticed. Soon I was walking around the practice areas, at some point I was literally the only one around, everyone was off on a different hole. I couldn't wait to leave, I couldn't wait to say goodbye to the disappointment of this day. I walked to the back, leaned on the railing of the deck. I watched a group of wives, there were over a dozen of them, all back from somewhere, they were all dressed so nicely and sitting at two tables. They were drinking mimosas or champagne and I think they smiled at me when they noticed me near. I wanted to go over, introduce myself, but I never would. I wouldn't dare. I got another glass of wine and leaned on the fence, the harsh sun was gone, it was getting cloudy.

I closed my eyes and felt the slight breeze. I listened to them talk about their children, their marriages, their jobs, and their friends. They were so different from Sue, she would be talking about insurance plans at work, people who cut her off on the way here, she would be complaining about her husband.

I looked up, most of the golfers were coming back to the clubhouse, men and women, even a couple of teenagers. Griffin had a big company, he told me today only a few of them would come, just the ones that wanted to play golf. I saw him, he was with four other men, they were laughing. They headed to the two tables of wives. I moved closer, he looked up at me, he smiled. I felt everyone turn to look at me, I know I turned red, I felt my face flush.

I was thinking if I was at a work function with Sue, she would give me something to do, give me a task to keep me busy. I always thought she didn't want me talking to her employees, telling stories about her. She claimed I had a big mouth, she always wanted me out of the way.

I had my eyes closed again, I was distracted.

I felt someone approach, I felt a hand on my waist. "I'm going to bet you wish you were sitting over there with the wives."

I turned I looked up at him, he pulled me tighter to him. He watched the two tables, now surrounded by men.

"Do you think you could fit in?"

"I, I could," I stuttered, it was the first time I talked in a while.

"What would you talk about? You have no husband, no children, no friends here, what could you possibly say to them. You could tell them you go to the supermarket for me, heh, you clean my kitchen, gave me head in the car."

I looked up at him, I felt his grip loosen on my waist, he was in a mood, he wanted to be mean to me. When he let me go, I went to the ladies' room, I felt sick and wanted to be alone.

I heard him call, "Where are you going, we are leaving soon."

*

I realized I didn't take any pictures today. I usually took a few selfies everywhere, I wanted to show my social media followers how great my life appeared to be, some of it was real but most of it was a lie, I guess. I went outside, I wanted to get away from everyone, I wanted to be out of Griffins sight line. I took a couple of snaps with the greens behind me, then some next to the clubhouse. I was on the steps, a valet driver was talking to me, he was being very friendly, he was being 'so young.'

"Nice out today?"

"Mmm."

I had been here for twenty-five minutes waiting for Griffin. Most of the others were either waiting for their cars, or they parked themselves and were already gone. I was holding my bag in my lap, I was sitting with my legs crossed, shaking my wedge, I was playing with my hair.

"Miss, you know that you are too pretty to be sitting on these dusty steps."

I smiled, "Thank you, and you are too handsome not to be playing golf today." He looked at my perfect pink lips, my perfect pink nails, I was wondering if he thought I was the perfect woman. I was wondering if he thought I was a woman at all, I had no confidence left. For some reason since he was younger he seemed much easier to talk to.

"I'm Jake," He moved closer, "Would you like me to steal a car for you, something that matches, maybe that yellow car right there?" He pointed.

"Okay, but where would you take me?"

"You would let me take you somewhere? I don't even know your name."

I wanted to giggle, I was flirting, this was the best conversation I had all day, maybe all week. "I'm Sabrina." I showed him my white teeth and bit my lip, I was just about to stand, move closer.

I felt someone touch my shoulder, holding me down, Griffin was above me. He was talking to my valet, he was interrupting us. "Hey, the maroon one, right there." I gave Jake a sad smile, I maneuvered up and we stepped down to the grass, we waited. Griffin whispered in my ear. "I was talking to the wives before, the rest of the women. I told them that you were my housekeeper." I looked at him, I squinted, "My expensive transgender housekeeper. I told them I was stuck with you today. All day."

I moved away from him as the car came. My valet got out of the car, "Goodbye sir, bye Miss thank you for keeping me company." He smiled at me, he walked to the other side and opened my door. I smiled at him, I waved just as we drove off.

"Why are you talking to the valet?"

I was looking out my window, I was going to ignore Griffin. "I want to go home."

"Ah, it's only six, I have you for two more hours."

He would be stuck with me for another two hours, why would he even want that. "I want to go home, please."

"Miss Perkins is going to be upset with you. I don't want to get you in any more trouble."

Any more trouble? I looked at him then put my hands to my eyes, I started to cry. I felt tears land on my thighs. I didn't understand why he was so nasty to me, I was with him one day a week, I did whatever he asked. I made him incredible meals, I dressed in gorgeous outfits. He used to like all of my pictures on Instagram, he used to give me so many positive compliments, now he was mean, now he was a jerk. Now he was telling people he was stuck with me, I was just an annoyance. Today was one of the worst days of my life, it could have been so wonderful. All he had to do was be nice. That's all I needed.

*

I couldn't believe he didn't take me home, he took me to his house so I called for a car. I waited silently while he asked me inane questions about the last couple of hours. Once home, I got out of the car and jogged up the stairs, I went into the house and ran to my room. I locked the door and sat at my vanity.

Soon I heard Sue knocking, "What the hell. Why are you home so early?"

I was becoming disappointed in both Sue and Griffin, I didn't understand why neither of them treated me right, treated me better. There had to be a change, a major change, I wasn't going to put up with this anymore.

*

Quiet. The towns along the shore were so quiet. Some were even closed for the season. There weren't even any red lights, just flashing yellows as I drifted through them like a sailboat. I had a 'Me' day today, well a 'Me and Tessa Day.' I loved those and they didn't happen enough. We hit a bunch of different places getting some matcha, makeup, and lots of minis, well, new dresses for both of us.

I just left her salon, she wanted to assess my hair situation, she wanted me to start styling my own. After an hour of begging her no, I relented, but I still walked out of her shop with long reddish blonde hair. Perfectly straight and landing on my double D's. This was my natural color and I will start to get used to it, my hidden hair can wait until sometime after tonight. I was on a mission.

'Let the wind blow

Let the grass grow

But don't let her go

Don't take her out of my life'

Number Seven was surprised I showed up at his house wearing a short peach dress and ultra sheer nude stockings. I was also horny but I didn't think it was the right time to bring that up.

"Hi, I went shopping. Would you like to see what I got?"

He smiled and held the door for me, I walked into his bungalow on the beach. I was drawn to the huge picture window in the back of the house, the sun was setting and I wanted to watch. He had the same view as Tessa. "So beautiful out today."

"Even more beautiful in here."

I turned, he was being cute and I was loving it. I dropped my two shopping bags as he moved into me. He pushed me slightly against the glass as he siddled up closer to the window. We watched the sun setting together.

"I love living here, don't you?" I ran my long nails over my breasts, being this close to him was putting me in an even better mood.

"I do. I have been living in Point Pleasant for thirty-two years."

"Thirty-two? Um, how old are you Mister?"

"So formal, ha." He spun me toward his front and we kissed, slow, long, I lost my breath. "I'm thirty-three, I hope I am not too old for you."

I felt my lashes slowly open, my arms around his neck, my lips almost touching his. "Mmm, now that should be fine, I like a younger man, they have much more stamina." I let him see me smile before we started kissing again.

*

The day before I was in front of my mirror, I was at the vanity. Sometimes I made faces, practiced my goofy smile, my quizzical thinking look. My lips were dark purple, my eye shadow was brown and light brown and my eyes looked bigger from the new eyeliner. I loved how easy it was to subtley change my look.

My new room smelled like roses and my heart was beating a little faster than normal. I so needed a man. You would think being married, sex would be easy to perform, but not with Sue, and definitely not looking this female. Even before becoming so feminine, it wasn't an easily approachable subject. If I became too handsy she would give me something to do, like I needed to do something other than playing with breasts. But now, I didn't ever think of breasts except my own. What lay inside her thick cotton panties did nothing for my libido, did nothing for my emerging horniness. When I was with Number Seven I was thinking, this is what I needed, his hardness in my hands, getting closer to my lips. That is what I needed when I became in the mood for someone, something, in the mood to be rude.

I eventually brought in my silicone toy from the messy shed. It was once hidden in an old box of curtains, hooks, and clips. At first, I was embarrassed that I even owned it. For the last two years, I admired the symmetrical balls, the girth and perfect length and now it was in my hands, my long perfect purple nails skimming slightly over the soft life-like skin. I imagined playing with Number Seven, Jake, or any man who would get hard from my touch. The toy was secure in front of me, the suction cup holding it against the vanity. I took video of it against my lips, cheek. I took even more of it entering my lips. The long hard cock getting lost in my mouth, getting closer to the back of my throat, getting closer for me to have an incredible orgasm. I couldn't wait to start breathing heavily, curse, then scream.

Then I heard some screaming.

"Don't you hear me, come on, I need help with the things in the car!"

Sue was behind me, I slid off of the cock, I spun around. I was quiet.

"Nice, this is what you do while I'm at work? Heh, I can't wait to tell Peter that you need more dick than you are already getting, heh." She stood over me, watching me pull the wet dong away from the vanity with a pop. How did she know what I was 'getting?' "I'm surprised you need such a big one, heh, now come on." And she went back outside to the car.

I felt slightly foolish knowing that Sue saw me sucking a plastic penis. Thank god it wasn't a real one, a real man, even though that was a real possibility now too. Here I was, her feminine husband in 'her' purple and white floral dress, high heels, and my purple nails and lips. I wasn't dressed for emptying a car, I wasn't dressed for October. I was dressed for a night out, or a night in with one of the boyfriends. I was dressed for someone who would appreciate the effort I made looking so delicious. I waved to the neighbors, though they didn't care that my heels were six inches higher than Sue's flip-flops. They didn't even care that I had to unload a car while looking so spectacular. I did notice that they were looking at my legs. Sue was shaking her head as I brought in the last of the bags. She went shopping which she normally didn't do, I must have been distracted this last week.

I was still distracted now, I had my silicone toy under my arm.

*

Getting caught by the wife with an eight-inch cock in my mouth was two days away, so I wasn't thinking about her, or silicone, or even the neighbors, I was thinking about Number Seven and how hard he was.

"You make me so hard baby."

"I see that." I gave him a little giggle, I was enjoying my time with his manhood. I was surprised how easy it was to find someone who would let me do this. I guess it was nice having a man in my life, well, technically three, but at least one who treated me more like a girlfriend and less like a chess piece. Being a girlfriend was something I desperatley needed.

I stood up, fixing my dress. I posed in front of him, his cock sticking straight out of his pants. I did a spin, I lifted my dress then did all those goofy smiles and faces I have been practicing. I knew he loved it when I stuck out my tongue, Michael was an easy man to please.

"Wow, I love that smile but I especially love your legs. So long and perfect, I would like to see where they begin."

"Well, first I need to know if you will take me out, you know, on a date." I posed some more, I flipped my long hair.

He smiled as he stood up, he grabbed me, his hardness now against the peach dress, we kissed as he rubbed my ass. "Sure, wherever you want to go. I would love to introduce you to more of my friends. You have quite a fan club at the baseball games."

'Really? Hmmm, that's nice. Maybe I can become a bat girl."

He laughed, I had that effect on him too.

So we went out, we had drinks, we had dinner, we met some of his friends. He introduced me as 'Sabrina, the woman with the colorful nails.'

"We just met and she has stolen my heart." He smiled at me, but I felt that he meant it. I stayed as close as possible to him after that. A leg over his, my chin on his shoulder, my fingers on his chest. I wanted him to know I was his for as long as he needed me.

We said goodnight to friends that I knew and some I just met. We made plans, we made small talk, then Michael and I made out in his car. I was enjoying myself.

Then we went back to his house. I still wanted to show him all the cute dresses that I bought, but I had an even better idea. I started to take his clothes off.

"Michael? I want to be with a naked man, I want to see your body." I wanted to see his chest, his balls. I wanted to see it all, I was ready. The thought of being in the arms of a naked man, who wanted to show me off was making my panties so wet. I also knew he would be able to slide into me very easily, I was wetter than usual.

I had a feeling I would be prepared more often.

I let him unzip me. The light dress fell to my feet as I stepped out of it. My small boobs in my push-up bra, no breastplate today, Tessa told me I have to get used to my own body, the way things feel naturally, so that is what I was doing. My nude stockings were attached to the peach garter belt, right over my flat peach panties. I walked around him and put my pocketbook back on my arm and I drifted away. I knew he would follow, my ass looked way too good to be galavanting on its own.

I fell back onto the couch, my hands outstretched, I wanted him. As we kissed, I whispered. "Can we make love?"

"We can if you'd like."

"Ha, I'd like that lots."

We rolled on his deep leather couch, our lips and hips together. I loved the feel of him, the feel of all that hair on his chest all that hair on his chin and around his privates. He was so different than me, I was smooth, pale, and soft, whereas he was rough and hard. So hard.

"You will be my first." I bit my lip as he watched me.

"No, really? A woman of the world like you?" For a couple of seconds, I thought he was going to call the whole thing off but he grabbed my breasts and kissed me hard again.

I then slipped between his legs, putting his hard penis in my mouth. Making love to it while he watched. I was enjoying this more than I ever imagined. I knew he was going to enter me soon and it was making me crazy, I have never felt like this in my life. I licked some more as he whispered, as we teased and hugged. I started getting nervous. I took the little tube of lubrication out of my bag and filled my 'pussy,' Then I kissed his cock once more before slathering some on him.

"Get on the floor, I will take you from behind."

So I did, the window to the beach showing our reflection, and a mirror to my right showing the two of us getting ready to fuck. Fuck, I couldn't believe this.

He moved the string to my bikini then I felt him outside of me. "Fuck." I was nervous, but I wanted it. I wanted to call Griffin and tell him that his Weekend Wife was two-timing him, I wanted to tell Sue that I had a hard cock inside of me, something that I always needed. Something real. I wanted to tell Tessa that I was having the best time of my life. And then Michael slid in and I screamed. I felt the head of his cock inside of me, I tensed as it went into me further. It took a couple of minutes before he was almost buried in my ass. He held my hips as he pushed deeper, the pain was gone as I relaxed and he was suddenly all the way in. We stayed like this, it felt so wonderful, I was all warm inside.

We made love while I watched everything in the mirror and reflective glass, saw my eyes against the darkening water of the beach. I was my own captive audience and I loved it. Being a crossdresser was all about watching, all about seeing how the boy becomes a girl. Always need a mirror and always have to check on the progress, the mannerisms, and the femininity. Now, I was feeling different, feeling more female than the old world would let me. I was watching myself with a man, a man who enjoyed my femme body. I was watching for different reasons, I didn't even notice if I had a smile or not. I only noticed that his hard cock was completely hidden inside of me, and I was falling in love with him because of that.

He pulled out slowly. "I want to see you, baby, lay on your back."

So I spun, I was still so wet, my tiny clit was buried in my panties. Once again his finger moved the bikini string and he slid right in, nothing stopping the progress. I put my nylon legs over his shoulders as we moved in sync. My nails trailed on his chest as his hard muscular arms surrounded and protected me. I didn't know how long I could do this without screaming and giggling, it felt too intense, too much of a perfect sexual experience. I was waiting for Sue to open the door and surprise us. She didn't and I felt him cumming, so I screamed again. He moaned and grunted with each push.

"Fuck, don't stop baby."

"Sabrina, you feel amazing." And pushed some more, out of breath, his eyes half closed watching me enjoy my orgasm, my panties more wet than ever. We took a deep breath together as I pulled him to me and we kissed. His cock still hard inside of me. I wanted to stay in this position all night.

I still wanted to show him my new dresses too.

***

'Let the moon glow

But don't take her out of my life

Please keep her a part of my life'

Tessa 2 became a lesser part of my life when she got married. She moved to one of those places the tourists visited from; The Poconos, Long Island, or was it Pearl River?

Of course, it wasn't Long Island, Tessa, her mom would never let her move that far away, plus there was too much traffic. It also wasn't the Poconos, nobody moved there anymore. What do you think this was the 1970s? She moved to Pearl River, New York, right on the other side of the border, only a hundred minutes away from her mom and me.

That meant no more boys at the beach, no more make-out sessions hiding from the sun and drinking wine. It just didn't feel right doing these things on my own. Plus I wanted a nice car, I wanted kids, I wanted a house on the beach. I needed a change. The last time I had a hard cock in my mouth I was twenty-six. I said goodbye to the boys and the sand and I worked on my career. That is how I met Sue. I found her and Peter a two-story building at the end of Ortly Beach. A huge garage, a huge parking lot, and a huge commission for me.

Sue and I got married eight months after the agreement papers were signed. She told me she never had fun with anyone from Point Pleasant before. I realized then, that she was hanging out with the wrong people.

***

Week Seven

"I want you to wear this today." Sue was holding up her phone showing me an outfit from almost a year ago. "Griffin commented that you 'look beautiful, sexy and ready for a man to sweep you off your high heeled feet' ha, he is such a romantic. You are a lucky girl, haha."

She had disappointed me last week, she cut my denim skirt and white sweater in strips and left them in a plastic bag outside the door to my room. Both Griffin and her didn't want me wearing an outfit like that ever again. She also did nothing but comment on my toy. Saying that she wished she had something that big inside of her, telling me I never gave her an orgasm since I was so small. I left the toy on my vanity just in case she wanted to use it.

"Remember he loves red. He is going to love you on your knees in your red outfit, ha, ha, ha."

I didn't like her talking like this so I stayed quiet. Sue was anxious that Griffin was going to be annoyed about the shortened Sunday, but I didn't care. What was he going to do, pull all his work out of their hands? What, was he going to fire me for wearing denim? Maybe tell more people I was transgender and stuck with him? Go ahead, I didn't care. Well, eff him. I couldn't believe I used to look forward to Sunday and now I was so ambivalent, I was completely jaded. It was just another little disappointment in my life, a life suddenly full of them. I didn't answer any of Griffin's calls or emails to Sue the entire week, in my mind I was on vacation. I didn't even look to see if he left me any feedback on my new or old pictures like he's been doing, I didn't really care.

Sue left me alone. The other day she gave me a shopping bag, she had been out with Peter and another employee, she thought it would be nice if she bought me something. Oh, wait. Did I say nice? I meant funny. I had the three boxes on my little nightstand, I picked up one and took it out of its box. I opened the plastic case and took one little pill. I would have to take one every day according to directions. I had to follow the schedule. The next box was empty. It was called Astroglide and I already used it with Michael, she must have taken it from my pocketbook. The last one was a box of tampons. Sue got quite a kick out of giving me the tampons, made a whole dissertation about staying clean and healthy. I also used that after I slept with Michael too. I used one to keep his sperm all tight inside of me. That night I slipped it out and I felt his cum dribble down my leg while I was in the shower, it was such a sensual feeling. I will have to do that again. I will have to thank Sue and Peter, I am sure they would like to know how an employee was doing. The lube and tampon were forever in my pocketbook, you know, just in case. Sue was a horrible gift-giver.

I went through my closets, I guess I was going to be in red again, just like the first time I met him. Red, Griffin's favorite color. I spent a long time on my makeup, I wasn't in a rush again, this time it was for me. Dark eyes, long lashes, three different color reds on my lips. I made them slightly bigger, lined them differently, I wanted to be someone else today. I wanted to be late.

I put on my new wig. It was long and darker blonde with light brown streaks. I wanted to have my hair on before I got dressed. I had on my silicone breasts and a corselette. My breasts always looked great with a little tightness around my waist. I wish I could get someone to help with a corset, make my waist even more narrower, make my ass appear even wider. I slipped on a tiny pair of white bikinis and then my nude Wolford pantyhose, sheer, light, sexy. I had a short-sleeved white body suit that I stepped into. My breasts looked so good, the top was so tight, even the silicone nipples were appearing in the ribbed fabric. My 'pussy' looked incredible and sexy. I love a leotard, a bodysuit, they made me feel feminine, they made me want to do even more yoga. They made my crotch look more sensuous. I posed and took a couple of pictures, maybe even some for my admirers, it might be fun showing off my legs like this.

I sat and painted my long nails, fire engine red to match my dress and lips, but not my personality. Blue for that. Ice blue and bored.

"Are you ready?" I heard Sue call over and over again, she wanted to get on with her day, she wanted to get rid of her feminine husband."

I texted her, 'Soon,' I didn't yell down the hall, what type of woman did she think I was? I put on my short red ruffled skirt, which was layered with brushed, short frills, bright red, with a matching bolero jacket. I put on my heels, white, open in front to show off my red toes, a little strap to emphasize my perfect ankles, legs. The heels were six-inch platforms, Griffin liked six inches or even higher. He is going to love these, he better thank me for wearing them for him. I wanted to be noticed, I wanted to be appreciated. I wanted him to apologize for the previous two Sundays, even if he didn't I would continue to think of him differently. My perception of him was changing and not for the better.

I stood near my mirror, it was long and full length. For years I wanted to have a mirror like this in my room, forever I wanted to be able to dress the way I wanted, and now I was. I was doing this for me, maybe Tessa 2 too. She would be proud of how incredible I looked. I felt amazing and I was showing off to the world, and Sue just happened to be a part of that world. For years I hid, for years I was nervous. Now I realized she wouldn't have even cared, it was all about her, even our marriage, even my crossdressing. Everything was about her. Now when she talked about me, if she talked about me at all, she called me her 'tranny trophy wife.' She had given me the tranny tag only recently. I was always 'the trophy wife' it was always used as a jibe, a put-down and I didn't know why. She had it so good. Now she was just being facetious, cocky. I had now become so feminine in my outlook, my mannerisms, I was thinking I wanted to become this modern woman looking at me in my mirror full-time. Sue was going to have to get used to it, actually, I was thinking that she probably already has.

I brushed my hair, I was almost ready. It draped over my left shoulder again, my bangs slightly covered my eyes, it was very sexy. I put on my Girlie perfume. This 'Tranny Trophy Wife' was ready to go out on a Sunday, she had her white bag over her arm, she had her hair sexily behind her ear, showing off her white plastic earrings, she didn't give a eff what anyone thought of her.

I walked outside and slipped into the car, I had my bag on my lap. I looked straight ahead, I smiled, a neighbor was waving to us.

"We're late."

I watched her make a face at my perfect legs, my new heels. We didn't talk the entire ride.

*

I was in front of Griffin's house. Sue didn't even wait anymore, she didn't even worry if I would be alright or not. Maybe I would get kidnapped making my way up his stairs, stolen by someone from Long Island, or even further.

I didn't want to knock, I was a little late and I wasn't ready to see him yet, so I went for a little stroll in front of the house, smiling at the passing cars. His house was tremendous, and in such a nice section of the Beach, right near the quaint little town. It had to contain four or five bedrooms, it probably cost a fortune. He kept it up nice too, the front gardens and topiary were beautiful, they complimented the house so well. I looked up, I realized I had never even been inside the rooms on the second floor, just the hallway. I had been coming here for months and I barely made it out of the kitchen or the little porch he let me use. I took some pictures, I hadn't taken too many shots for my account this week, I was getting bored of them, being with him was affecting me in some way that I couldn't figure out. I was starting to feel like I was missing something.

I sent a couple of pictures to Tessa, just to get her feedback, I was missing her, then I heard a door, "Hey are you coming in?"

I'm sure he was waiting for me. I turned, he was in his shorts and nothing else, he was showing off his chest, I decided I would ignore him and show off my own. I walked to the side of the house, I had to go through a little gate, he watched me in my red skirt, my hair blowing in the slight breeze. I walked by him, through a small little room full of TV monitors, a washer, a dryer, a chair, and a small desk. I found my way to the kitchen. After putting down my bag, I investigated the fridge, I had to see what I needed, I was going to go shopping right away so I didn't have to talk. This time I wasn't going to ask him to come.

I felt him watching me, looking at my perfect ass. I wouldn't turn around, I made believe he wasn't even here. I wrote what I needed on a little pad that said 'Honey-Do', I was now in work mode, I was holding my hair, getting ready to leave.

"You're not going to say hello?"

I ignored him, he didn't deserve an answer, he didn't deserve to be talking to a beautiful transgender woman in red. "I need the keys," I told him, I picked up my bag, I waited, I crossed my arms.

"I can go with you." He came closer and put his hands on my hips. As he inched toward me his manhood pressed against my belly. He wanted a kiss but I wasn't going to give him one.

I moved away and looked at his chest, then I looked into his eyes, I gave him my best 'leave me alone' look. "I can handle it." And I could, I wasn't as nervous as I used to be, I was done with being nervous, plus I was going to the places I knew. I was going to shop in MY neighborhood, not his.

"This is your car, you can keep the keys." He said as he dropped them in my hand. He said something else, but I didn't listen. I got into the red Mercedes, I drove too fast down the quiet sand strewn block.

*

I forgot that I didn't have his credit card. I didn't want to deal with it anyway, so I paid cash, it wasn't that much for liquor, groceries, or the delicacies I got in the market, my market, and I didn't care. Everyone was friendly, everyone said good afternoon or hello, everyone looked so plain next to me in all of this red. Sitting in the parking lot, my finger on my lips, thinking how enjoyable that was. Maybe I needed a bad experience to get me on track to a good one. The whole incident at the Tom's River market left such a bad taste in my mouth, that I should have realized it then. I should have taken it with a grain of salt. "Oh well." I also shouldn't have gone golfing with him last week.

Ninety minutes later when I got back to the house the front door was locked, so I took the two shopping bags and two little boxes to the side. It was locked too. I rang the bell, if he didn't answer right away I was throwing everything at the car, the fruit, vegetables, I would mush the cheese on his seats, dump the olives I bought in his trunk. I would break the bottles of white wine on the hood, the red on the back rug. He was taking too long I was quickly moving down the steps. I was gaining speed, I felt a little bit of rage inside of me.

The door opened, "Hey, I'm sorry, I was in the shower."

I stopped abruptly and closed my eyes, I let the rage dissappear. I turned, he was still shirtless and dry. "Can you take the packages in for me please?"

I went up the wooden steps, went into the kitchen, ignored him for a while longer while the shopping piled up on the table. I would forget about him, instead I thought about Number Seven, Michael. He looked sexier without a shirt than Griffin did. He was the one that entered my fantasies after I slipped under my covers at night.

Now Mr. Shilling was quiet, he didn't try to talk to me, he didn't even enter the kitchen while I cooked, I cleaned. It was nice, I was enjoying myself while in my red skirt, my white heels. At least I was out of the house and dressed up, that's kind of all I needed sometimes. I made a plate of cheese, olives, and prosciutto. I opened a bottle of Chianti, I got a glass. I put everything on the serving tray I had asked him to get for me months ago. I walked into the other room, he was on the couch with his laptop, he was finally dressed.

"Here's lunch." I put down the tray, I didn't want him to have to make light conversation, I didn't want him to get a good look at my legs. I left him alone.

"Sabrina!" He called, but I was finished for a while, I sat at the table and filled the sugar, the salt, the spices. I ignored him again. "Sabrina, why don't you have some wine with me."

I picked my head up, "No thank you... boss." I screwed the tops. He wasn't moving.

"Please, come keep me company." He patted his lap.

Still, with my head in the living room, I made a cute fake smile. "No thank you, I'm fine." He then got up and watched me as I put everything away, I knew he was enjoying my outfit, my legs, my hair, his hardness was noticeable. He asked me to smile for some pictures but I wasn't into it. I went onto the porch instead. I didn't want him looking at me anymore. Let him look online or on his phone like the rest of my followers. The rest of the people in the world that I didn't know at all.

*

"Sabrina, let's sit on the couch. I want to smell that perfume of yours."

I was getting antsy, he kept on visiting me on the porch, or when I was cleaning, I had never seen him so needy or interested. I decided I had to go out again, I told him I would be right back. It was still early, I was going to go get the car washed, inside and out, should take at least an hour, maybe more, kill some time before I was able to get back home.

This was MY car wash, this is where I came when I was busy, too busy to wash little silver or Sue's car. I was assimulating these Sunday visit's into my own life, I wanted to make them one complete week, not this extra weird bonus day.

I could tell the men at the car wash loved my outfit too, they smiled, they waved, one wanted me to take a picture with him. We ended up taking one of all of us together and I put it up on social media immediately. I was with eleven men in different stages of wetness. It was nice, I had fun. My first picture with others. I felt if the workers knew I was transgender they didn't even care, I was in a short skirt and high heels and that's all some men needed, especially on a quiet Sunday afternoon at the tail end of the beach season.

"I also have a Silver Toyota, I will come back during the week for more special treatment," I winked, I was having fun.

I felt a little better, so I went for a drive. Central New Jersey was beautiful in October. I loved that the car matched my outfit. I was a 'woman' in a red car showing off. I waved to two men who were watching me at a red light, I showed them my long red nails, just like I did with Number Seven several weeks ago. I could tell they found me pretty, I could sense that they wanted me, I blew them a kiss, wiggling my fingers goodbye. I decided to cruise by the Golf Club, just a little drive-by, just taking in a sunny day. Just to forget the awfulness of the week before.

I remembered Jake, the young man who wanted to find me a car that matched, I wanted to show him I already had one. I turned right, I unexpectedly pulled into the parking lot, it wasn't as busy as the previous Sunday. I drove through the aisle of cars, I slowed down, I saw the two white jackets, two valets. My heart was beating a little faster, my hands were getting sweaty, my mouth was dry. I snuck up on them, I slowed down I stopped.

"Excuse me?" They turned around surprised, one of them, thank god, was Jake. He smiled, he left the other one to walk over.

"Hi, Sabrina."

"You remember my name," I bit my lip.

"I could never forget you."

I gave him a huge grin, I was going to flirt. I wanted to flirt with a man, a man that found me attractive. A man who was now looking down my top, looking for some cleavage. Who needs Sue and Griffin when there were other people in the world?

"You better not forget, Mister."

"Are you staying? Do you need me to park?"

"Okay." And I manuvered myself over to the passenger seat. I know he saw more of my legs as I hovered over the stick shift. I looked at him through the driver's window. "Well?"

I waited for him to get in. He was still looking at me, looking at my breasts, my hands. I patted the driver's seat, I needed some confidence.

"Ha, okay." He called to the other valet, told him he was going to park. He got in, he got aquainted with the controls. He started to drive.

I was watching him, he was so young, he was probably in his mid-twenties, he was quite handsome.

"Take me somewhere."

He slowed down, he was watching me, now his confidance was reaching it's peak. He stopped. He was looking at my lips, I couldn't stop licking them, then my eyes. "Okay." And we drove. We were quiet, I put the music louder, we didn't have to talk.

We opened the windows, our hair was blowing. We were laughing. My wig would never come off, even in a wind storm, Tessa showed me how to keep them on, even if I was with a man, a lover who was going to pull and play.

We were outside of the town, there were more green areas, more beach, more empty autumn parking lots.

I took off my seat belt, I crossed my legs and I turned sideways, my cheek against the back of the seat, I watched him. I was imagining what he looked like in just shorts, wet, just out of the shower or the carwash. When I was all dressed up I felt like a 'woman,' actually had the desires of one, and now, I was going over the edge. I could feel my panties getting wetter, tighter, I wanted Jake. I was ready for a different man. I think part of me was always ready for one.

We got to a corner, he stopped he looked at me, and smiled.

"Where are you taking me?" I said it so sexy, my voice was in another register, a soft feminine lilt, I glanced at his crotch, his cock was hard. He had the most desirable look on his face, he could be one of my followers, one that wanted me to pose for them, one that had been begging me to make love to them, to put their manhood through my glossy red lips. "Jake, I'm not used to men stealing me, I'm a little scared."

"Ha, are you?"

He pulled into a quiet parking lot, trees and grass, a lake, in front of us. He leaned over and kissed me, light, just on the lips. I didn't move, I felt I was glued to the seat, I followed him with my eyes, my long lashes. He leaned toward me again, this time he entered my lips, we kissed, I tasted him. I tasted my third man in just as many weeks. I felt myself moan, I had to stop my hand from getting lower, nearer my tucked-in crotch.

He moved away from my eyes, "This is it, we're here."

I moved, I stretched, I looked at our surroundings. He helped me out of the car. He took my hand and we walked, me in my bright red outfit, him in a little white jacket and jeans. People were looking at us, we weren't dressed for hiking, for fishing, for traipsing around a park on a Sunday afternoon. I felt I was walking a little too daintily, too feminine. We were walking on concrete squares and I was concentrating, I was enjoying holding hands with someone. We went onto the grass, my heels were sinking so I took tiny steps on my toes as we made our way to a huge tree with lots of shade.

He sat, his knees up, I sat between them, my hair in his face, his chin on my shoulder. I moved back against him and his arms immediately went under my boobs, holding me tight.

We watched some of the hikers, kids, dogs, they were all further away on the trails. He kissed my neck, "Mmm. You smell fantastic, I remembered your scent from last week."

"Really? It's called something so silly, I hate asking for it at the mall."

His hands went to my breasts, I moved and rubbed his body with my back, I felt his cheek against mine. If Griffin and Sue didn't want any sexual activity with me or closeness, I could find others, I didn't have to be alone. I could turn on the world if I wanted to. I had so many admirers.

"Are you going to tell me the name?"

"No, and you are not going to ask." I turned around, put my arms around his neck and we kissed. We were making out under this tree, in the middle of New Jersey, the middle of nowhere. His hand was on my stomach, then back to my breasts as we kissed, I ran my long nails through his hair, I forgot how mean Griffin was to me, I forgot all about Sue. This would be the new me, a new man every Sunday. This is how I would spend my time.

My eyes were closed, we kissed I felt his tounge, I licked his lips, it was nice. "Jake?"

"Mmm."

"What is the first thing you notice when you see a woman you like?"

"Um, her breasts, I guess." He was still massaging me with one hand, fingering my silicone nipple, while his other rubbed my shoulder, my back.

I opened my eyes, "Don't you like my lips? Don't you like my eyes?"

"Well yours, sure,"

I was watching him, we were watching each other as our lips touched and moved in sync with each other. Slow, sexy, I was enjoying this too much. He was way too young for me, he was way too excited too. I am sure he was enjoying his time with an older woman.

"How 'bout my laugh?"

"Definitely."

"From now on when you meet a woman tell her you like her laugh, her eyes, then her lips. Don't mention her breasts."

He laughed, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, be nice, and just make her feel special first, that's all a woman wants. Then later you can play with her breasts as much as you want. She will be very happy about it too" I told him this like I was a female who knew, like I was an authority. I pushed him down, I lay on top of him. I was going to tell him I was trans, but I didn't, I was going to tell him I was so horny, I was so ready for a man, I wanted to take him into my mouth. I moved down his body, I kissed his chest, his stomach, his crotch.

I looked up at him, I wanted to start taking more control of my life. "Can I have your phone?" He took it out of his white jacket, I found his Instagram app, I searched myself as he watched, I followed, and then gave it back to him. I had one hand on his hard crotch, I was leaning and watching him.

He looked at the pictures. "This is you?" He looked up and I nodded. "You have beautiful eyes and lips." I smiled, he was being cute, I started to play with his dick, I was rolling him with my palm, tickling him with my long red nails.

"Did you read? Can I open your zipper now, are you okay with that?"

"I am." He took a couple of pictures, I was now kissing his crotch, rubbing his body and he put his phone away. He had the biggest smile, I was making him so happy. I'm sure this morning, in his head, this wasn't even a fantasy, and now a woman was about to suck his manhood. I was going to try my hardest to make it the best blow job he had ever had in his life. I think I could do it too, I felt so empowered.

The park was quiet and we were blocked somewhat from the others by the tree, but I was sure the red of my outfit and the white of his jacket would be so noticeable. The people at the park would know what we were doing. It was filling me with a fire, that I had to put out. The last couple of weeks have been so confusing to me, now I was entering a different phase of my life, just like the months before I met Sue. When I was even more confused, horny, and undecided in the direction of my life. Now I was thirty-five but I felt like a teenager.

I put his cock in my mouth, slowly letting him enter as he moaned. I licked up the length as I watched him.

"Can I take more pictures, you look incredible?"

I took my mouth from his cock, "If you want. Use my phone too, Sugar." I liked that he was watching, then taking pictures. I didn't understand why my time with Griffin didn't end this way. I was his fantasy but he treated me like a chore sometimes. I thought he would treat me like a queen. I forgot about him again and concentrated on the hard dick in my mouth. I felt myself pose, I felt myself get into my model space, the zone where I needed to feel sexy.

"You taste so good, baby." I kissed the length of his hardness, leaving little red cupid bows on his cock. I moved up a little, I wanted to rub my legs in the nylons together, I wanted to feel my breasts hang, I wanted to take him more into my mouth and down my throat. I wanted to be a great cocksucker.

His hands went into my hair, I now had two hands on his thighs, I was holding my breath, I wanted him as far inside me as I could take. I coughed a little,

"Sorry," I giggled and he laughed a little nervously. I started rubbing myself, I was getting ready to come, my long nails massaging my 'pussy' as I grabbed his dick with my other hand. I started to jerk him off as he sat slightly higher. His wet dick bounced against my bottom lips, threatening to shoot all over my face. My tongue on his purplish head just waiting for a drop, just waiting for more. "Come on baby, I want to taste you... mmm."

"I'm gonna cum, Sabrina."

I stuck out my tongue "Mmm, I am so ready."

I squeezed my little 'clit' I started to cum, him saying that made me overexcited, I couldn't breathe. I was helping him pump his cock like crazy, but my 'clit' was spraying in my panties. My eyes were closed as I enjoyed my orgasm, I felt myself get even wetter as I pushed some more.

"Get your, huh, phone, I want to remember what you look like when I come on your lips."

I leaned into him and pumped his cock, now with both my hands I was aiming his hard dick at my tongue, I saw the little red light on the phone, I couldn't wait to see myself being a slut on a sunny afternoon. I pumped, he started to buck and I braced myself, I tried to keep my eyes open, and then he had a loud orgasm. He moaned, he bucked some more and I held him close to my lips, this sperm making its way down my throat and on my face.

"Oh, my god, Jake you taste so good." I moaned as I took him back into my mouth. His sperm in my cheeks and on my tongue. I leaned back, showed him all of it I had collected, his eyes still on the phone, the camera.

"Fuck, that looks amazing." He moaned again watching me from his Apple, playing with his whiteness. His cum swirled around my tongue, falling out of my lips. I swallowed, then opened my now uncreamy mouth. A big smile crossed my lips.

"Jake you taste so good, we have to do this again."

I cleaned him up, my tongue down the sides of his melting hardness, on his wet balls and jeans. I ran my hands up and down the length of him. I then started sucking again, he was still so hard, he was still filled with cum. I loved how he tasted, I loved how he felt through the now tightness of my lips. One last suck, then he popped out of my lips. A huge smile on my face, my messy lipstick giving the impression of a young innocent coed. I lay on his thigh, watching his manhood get softer. I looked at him and he took another picture, I stuck out my tongue, I smiled, I bit my lip. I put his cock back into his pants, then his phone rang.

"Okay, I'm not far, mmm-mmm. I'll be right there." He watched me the whole time, he couldn't keep his eyes off of my lips as I put on some gloss, I loved it, he was making me feel special. "I'm sorry Sabrina, I have to get back."

"That's okay, I'm sorry for hijacking your day." He laughed, he didn't care, I'm sure he was praying this would happen again, and again.

*

We were in the car, he sent me the videos and pictures and then I made him drive.

When we got back to the Golf club, the other valet was with another man.

"Oh shit, that's the boss." Jake coughed as he parked, I got out and followed him. I could tell the man was a little angry with him. I stood back as they talked, the man kept glancing at me standing behind the two guys.

There was a little break in the conversation and the man looked at me. I walked up to him. "Thank you so much for letting me borrow your valet, he was so much help, I was so worried. Thank you." I put a hundred dollar bill in the man's shirt. I turned around and winked at Jake. The three of them watched me drive off as I gave a last little wave showing off my red nails for the last time that day.

*

I was away from the beach, I was now loving this tiny red car. I love how I look in the rearview mirror, I love the room in the glove compartment, I love the looks I get zipping passed the rest of the slower traffic.

"Hi!"

The scent of intimacy was in the air as I flew along my favorite street, Route 35, now passing the mansions and the dunes.

'Take away their sorrows

Give them sunshine tomorrow

But don't take her out of my life

Don't take her out of my life

What would I do without her tell me now'

I decided tonight I was going to merge both of my worlds, ending two different ones, two different lives. Starting right now only one. I would make Sue something strong so she didn't think about me. I might even make snacks, let her have her party like we used to do before the Weekend Wife excursion started. There was something to celebrate.

By the time I got back to Griffin's, it was late afternoon, just another couple of hours and I would be gone. I had the dry cleaning, the last thing on my Honey-Do list, I just made it, it was about to close.

I walked into the front door, it was open, Griffin was at the kitchen table, he looked up at me and he actually smiled. "Your back."

"Mmm." I put his cleaning over one of the chairs, I had never seen his closet or his bedroom, I always kept his clothes in the kitchen, he always put it away himself.

"It's so nice out, where did you go?"

"Car wash, a ride, dry cleaners, the usual."

"I saw your picture from the car wash." I watched him, was he really looking at my pictures? I was in front of him in this beautiful outfit and sometimes he didn't even look at me, and now he was looking at my social media again? Why wasn't he looking at me in real life?

"Mmm, I would like a key to the front door."

"Sure, okay."

I was making meatloaf for dinner. Meatloaf, roasted potatoes, and steamed broccoli, I wanted to get started since it was so late. I didn't want to talk, I wanted to get back to my house and change into something different, I wanted to play with my 'clit' and enjoy the pictures with Jake from this afternoon. Maybe I will put one of him and me on Instagram too, to show my followers I like to hang out with men, and was sexually active.

Griffin walked back in, I was being busy, he sidled up behind me and handed me the key. "Hey, I'm really glad your back." He leaned closer and kissed my neck as I froze. His hands wandered over my arms as his face investigated my hair.

I spun, I looked up, "Mmm." I moved away from his grip and put everything I needed on the counter. I put the key in my red jacket pocket. I shook my head and gave him my fake smile again. He watched me for a couple of minutes, I didn't mind, that was the reason I was here anyway. I can't believe our relationship has completely changed in the last couple of weeks. I can't even remember enjoying each other on his floor, on his couch. I glanced at him, I didn't even care anymore. I never imagined that we would have had a relationship like that, and so quickly. It was crazy but he reminded me a little of Sue, the only difference was my wife liked physical pain and manipulation, and Griffin seemed to go for the 'Emotional.' He seemed to get off on humiliating me, even though it was so slight. I didn't even realize it at first. He didn't seem like that type at all.

"Hey, I, um, I'm sorry about last week."

I didn't look up this time. "Oh?"

"I think we just have our wires crossed sometimes, that's all."

I looked up at him, what the hell was he talking about? Wires crossed? He wasn't nice to me, he ignored me, I did everything he wanted, there were no wires involved.

"You know with Miss Perkins an' all."

"What?" I stopped prepping, I was listening.

"You know Perkins, Sue, she likes it when I'm a, you know do little persecutions to you. She said you liked that."

I just looked at him, I liked that. "Why would I like that?" And why would Sue tell him anything?

"Don't you? I thought girls like you like to be treated like that. Plus that was part of the deal, that's all. It was just one of the options." He smiled like everything was suddenly copacetic.

I walked around the table, getting closer to him, "What deal, the deal was I came here, I helped around the house, I wore something you would like and Sues company got more work. That was it, there was no underlying deal."

He shrugged. "I thought you knew. Sabrina, can we just have a glass of wine together, please, just sit with me for a second? We used to have so much fun together." He took the glasses off of the shelf and I reluctantly followed him. There were wrapped boxes on the low table. "Sit, please." He pointed I sat next to him on the couch as he pushed the boxes toward me. "You're angry with me. I don't want you to be, even though you look quite cute. Please accept these gifts as a thank you for our last bunch of weeks together. I thought you enjoyed these Sundays. When it comes to women I am not that bright, actually, I am terrible at it, my ex would attest to it."

I looked at him suspiciously, I didn't need presents, I only needed affection and attention, that's what I liked. The reason I even had my pictures online for the world to see was for attention, I wanted someone to tell me I was beautiful, I was hot, I was a great cook. I glanced at him, he was rich, he was powerful, he was dissapointing to me. Sue was now the same, I can't even IMAGINE what she had been telling him.

He pushed the three nicely wrapped boxes even closer. "Open."

"You don't have to buy me anything."

He shrugged. "Please, I want to buy you presents. I like to be generous with my wives, ha."

I reluctantly took off the bows, I shook my head as I unwrapped. Three boxes, Just like Sue's last bunch of presents. The largest was a laptop, the next was a phone, the last one an envelope.

"You will like this." He watched as I took the envelope out of the little box. It was a thank you card. He signed it, Love Griffin. I looked up at him and something fell out of the card. I bent and picked it up. I held it in front of me.

"Sabrina Giselle Langton." I held up the credit card.

"I had to ask your company for your full name, it's a beautiful name." He smiled but I didn't like that he was suddenly being this nice to me, this attentive, I wasn't ready for it. I assumed it was because he was horny.

"Um, thank you." I felt a little embarrassed, I wasn't used to getting presents, nice ones. I realized I had to get up, he was moving closer. "Let me get dinner ready for you."

"Okay, the Laptop is top of the line and everything is synced up to the phone, we have to call the phone company and get it activated. Then we can talk, no more going through the company. It will be more like a real relationship."

I went into the kitchen, I still had the card. I looked at the face of it and ran my fingers across the letters, I felt myself tear up. Maybe I was real, I had a credit card, maybe I was too harsh on Griffin today, I don't know, but then again maybe I wasn't.

When I left I kept all the presents in the kitchen, on the chair, under his dry cleaning. I kept the keys to the red car on the table. I wanted to take the car home but I didn't want to talk about it with Sue.

*

At eight o'clock when she picked me up, I couldn't wait to get home, I still couldn't wait to watch the video of me with Jake's cock in my mouth. Unfortunately, when I got into Sue's car all she wanted to talk about was the Car Wash men. Why was I there, why was I talking to them, and why the hell was I taking pictures?

"Do you think that's a good move to show Shilling or your followers? What were you thinking?"

I shrugged, I stayed quiet. I didn't need to inform her of anything, let Griffin somehow keep her involved. I guess I didn't have to make anything for her tonight, forget the party. Starting now, she was Completely On Her Own.

*

My little quiet piece of heaven was busy this week. The neighbors next door were getting a new deck for the backyard with men in and out all day.

"God, it's so fucking loud out there!"

Sue was looking out the side window while I was on the phone. I just finished a huge deal for a six store strip mall. Everything was a go and on Monday workers were going to start painting and fixing what was needed. I was in a great mood.

"Mmm?"

"I'm leaving, I can't take this, it's quieter at freakin' work."

In two more days I was going to watch Number Seven and his friends, I had a few snacks I put together. I couldn't wait to see him, it had been a long week with the construction and Sue's constant complaining. Personally, I liked a little activity. There were about three to six workers at a time, mostly young men with various degrees of sweating. I liked watching a man sweat, it turned me on a little. I even found excuses to go outside and bend a little, show off my legs. My flowers were never so hydrated. I was flirting, I think.

"Hi. Thirsty?" So I went to chat, I wanted a man to watch me, enjoy my legs. I wanted to show off my assets in real life instead of just online. I have been scanning the goods through my paned windows. A couple of the men were off my list, two of them because they were smokers, three that were way too cocky and young, even younger than Jake, but there was one that looked perfect.

"Sure."

He was older and in charge, darker, and maybe in his forties. He was also quite tall and had thick arms. He also seemed to sweat the most, ha, he must have worked the hardest.

"I could use a little help. Would you like to make some extra cash later?"

"Sure Miss, whatever you need."

So I showed him my shed. I wanted it cleaned out. I wanted all evidence of me eradicated plus I wanted the yard tidied. I wasn't planning on mowing or weeding in my heels and nylons. I wasn't planning on getting my nails dirty or worse broken. I needed a man to take care of these things. He said he would ring my bell after he was done for the day. I couldn't wait.

"What's your name?" I smiled, showing off my slight overbite.

"Leo."

"Sabrina." I pointed to my breasts with my long nails. I turned, my hair floating in the breeze. I felt my ass being watched as I made it through my back door.

I called Tessa and told her I was in a mood. I have been in a mood a lot lately.

"What are you up to now?" She wondered, but I figured I would fill her in later.

I slipped on a uniform I had been hiding in my closet. I was going to wear it at Griffins, I had gotten it a couple of weeks ago, I figured it would be cute, he would have liked me in it. Black and white and silky. I slipped the dress over my bodysuit and pantyhose. Then put a little apron around my waist. I had on my six-inch clear heels with black straps, perfect for Windexing the appliances, vacuuming the sand, perfect for squeezing fruit for lemonade. I brought out a big glass for Leo.

He watched me as I handed him the sweating glass. "Here you go Sugar"

"Um, thank you."

*

DING. I let him in, I grabbed his arm and took him to the back, to the overgrown grass and the shed. The shed was in my past, life would be different from now on. Funny enough, Sue's prized garden was quite clean and flowering, quite beautiful. Leo and I stopped to look, he admired the sunflowers finally blooming.

"As beautiful as you Miss."

I loved a man complimenting me. When I was younger, when I considered myself a crossdresser, I thought there was nothing more feminizing than a nice word from a man. It made me melt, it changed something inside of me. I used to sit in front of the mirror, Tessa 2's brush in my hair, my fingers tapping on her vanity, thinking what was the most feminine thing to do? Was it putting on mascara? Slipping into high heels? Or maybe something sexual, making out on the beach or a blowjob in a car? Of course not, sex was the last thing to make you feel feminine, it was nice but it didn't make me feel more like a female.

Leo smiled at me, his eyes making their way down the silky black uniform, passed my cleavage, my wider-than-usual hips. He was enjoying me holding his hairy arm, we were so different, two completely different types of humans.

Tessa 2 told me that she noticed me getting into the female mindset when I was being seduced. She assumed being seduced by a 'straight' man is what made you feel feminine. She told me that my mannerisms became more girly when a man was trying to persuade me to have sex with him. She said, my smile became more genuine, and there for more feminine. Tessa told me she loved watching that happen, she loved peeking from the other side of the beach, she loved watching me become a 'woman.'

"It won't take me too long, Miss to clean up the area. I should be done in an hour or so."

"Okay, that sounds great. Maybe I will make you more lemonade." I pursed my lips as his hand slowly made it's way down my arm, as our eyes locked. "Maybe." I smiled showing off my blended red lips.

I made my way back through the yard, sinking my stillettos into the soft grass, feeling his eyes on me again. Thinking about how I used to feel when I was less of a 'woman.' What made me feel feminine now? Right now. Now, that I considered myself transgender and no longer a crossdresser, a state of being I have felt since I was young. What pushed every button in my body and mind and made me feel more genuine and free?

I saw my reflection as I made my way closer to the back door, closer to my kitchen. I saw my hair slightly blowing in the breeze, my heels making that crunching sound on the gravel, then the click of them on my cobblestones. What made me feel more feminine than anything? The answer was, just waking up, just opening my eyes in the morning, and knowing I had to get on with my day. Just being.

Mascara and blowjobs were nice too.

*

"I want you to say goodbye to wearing a wig. I want you to go natural. Starting now."

"Okay," I told her but I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about Leo, thinking about how happy he was I was giving so much attention to his penis.

"Plus I think we should make your makeup a little lighter, more pink than dark brown."

"Okay."

"What? Are you paying attention to me?"

Then I told her, told her all about my little tryst with the worker from next door. Told her I wore my maid uniform to seduce him. Seduce a man. "It made me feel so femme to be seducing a man. I think I can now move on from that."

"Oh, really. You suck off a man while your cranky wife is at work and you are done with that?"

"Hmm, now that I think about it, maybe not, ha."

I told her I took off Leo's shirt and rubbed the sweat into his chest, his massively hairy chest. I licked his hard body, tasting him. I then unbuttoned his dusty Lee's, pulling them down his dark, hairy body. I saw his hardness barely hiding in his boxers. I rubbed a little then got on my knees in front of him, pushing up my boobs, showing off the cleavage I made with just a push-up bra. I took off his work boots, then socks.

"Miss, will you get into trouble? Will your boss be angry if you are not working?"

I giggled, "Ha, that's okay, I am the boss, I guess, this is my house. I am also the maid, I play many different roles in the household."

He shook his head, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"Can I see your cock?" I asked, I bit my lip, I was being cute.

"Yes, Miss, please."

I smiled big and licked my lips, I loved him calling me Miss. A name that sounded so sweet, so casual, and now so sexy as I made my way to his underwear. "Mmm."

I grabbed the sides of his shorts, slid them down to his knees, his cock popping up, almost touching my breasts. I moved it between them, pushing, making them tight, and feeling him start to push against me. I kissed the head of his prick and then smiled up at him. A maid just enjoying his hardness, just another 'woman' getting on with her day.

One last look into his eyes as I took him into my lips. Slowly he made his way to the back of my throat, I felt my panties get wet instantly. I pushed my fingers against the flatness hidden by the petticoat and nylon.

"I love how you taste." My eyes closed, my fingernails still teasing my 'clit' as his cock went inside my mouth again. I started to suck, my tongue making circles on his hot throbbing cock. I knew he was loving me on my knees, his fingers playing with my hair, his midsection slightly pushing further down my throat. I loved having time with a cock like this, just feeling horny, just making my way around a man's body. One hard suck and I stood up, I needed a kiss. Grabbing his cock, I led him to the couch. I hovered over him, kneeling once again, I wanted a better position to take him deeper. I slipped my red lips over his cock and he entered me again.

"Oh, god." He moaned, making me even wetter, he was enjoying this, he was going to tell the other workers. Maybe I will suck all of their cocks maybe I will enjoy it twice as much. All too soon he started to drip, just a little pre-cum for me to enjoy, and then it gushed out as he yelled. I pulled back and let him cum on my chin, on my dress, then went back and made him all clean. Sucked his cock and licked his thighs. Taking every bit he shot into my lips where they belonged. So wonderful, I didn't want him to go, I wanted to lick all day but I heard Sue's car. We hurried into the kitchen and I watched him get dressed. Watched him put away his penis, watched him slip on his shirt.

The kitchen door opened. "What are you doing?" Sue was interested, I am sure she wanted to know who the man was, so I told her.

"Leo helped me with a few things." I shrugged and put a wad of cash in his hands. "Thank you."

He smiled. "Okay Miss, call if you need anything else, I will get you my card."

"No that's okay. I know where to find you." I smiled as he left, as I walked past Sue, as I went to my room, as I rubbed myself until I came all over my black satin panties.

*

Week Eight

"Make sure you thank him again for the presents, and bring them home for fuck sake. Thank him for the extra clients too."

Sue was ecstatic this week, Griffin's company had given her seven more clients, she had to hire seventeen new employees and rent extra space. Her and Peter were the security for almost all of Shillings holdings. The company was growing and I still didn't get a thank you from any of them. Personally, I didn't care anymore, she was busy, very busy. This week I didn't even make drinks and apps when she got home, she was too tired anyway or she ate at the office. We didn't socialize or talk at all.

Sue was watching me fix my lips, "Griffin has been quiet this week, tell him to call me. I do all our business with some assistant. What the fuck? I am the owner of this company, he should talk directly to me. Tell him that."

I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't care what she was going on about, I was thinking about Jake, Leo, about Michael, and my new sexual freedom. I was thinking about a hard penis, I was thinking about fingers on my cheek and chin. I was thinking about the time I lost my feminine virginity. It was the one thing I was always afraid to do, to perform. I was always afraid I wouldn't be able to come back. Once I was taken by a man that would be it for me, I would need it all the time. Now, there were three men in my life, technically four, I think I will be fine. And since I didn't need Sue, I was sure she didn't need me either.

"Hmmm..." I was thinking, which of my men was I was going to sleep with next? Jake has been calling me all week and I promised I would make an appearance at the golf club today. I just wish he was older, maybe a little more mature. I don't think I could have a future with someone working on tips. Michael, on the other hand, was the perfect age. He co-owned a construction company and seemed to have some free time. I think I like a man with time on his hands, I could fill up some of it, I could keep his hands busy. He has been begging me to come to more of his games. "Hmmm..." I think both men deserved my attention, I would see more of both of them. I think Leo was just a one-off, I didn't even take his number when he offered it. I figured if I really needed to suck someone I would get his number from the neighbors. I might even tell them why I wanted it.

I could feel Sue watching me. I was taking longer than usual, staring at myself in the mirror. My lips were mauve, my makeup slightly lighter, slightly pink. I had on a white tank top showing off my stomach and another tiny denim mini-skirt. More denim for the two of them to complain about. I had on nude stockings and I carried a baby blue bag that matched my strappy six-inch heels. I slipped on big dark sunglasses, I sprayed my perfume and I was almost ready. Grabbed my pink jacket, and I was ready to show off the new me, the slightly slutty, overly horny me. Why did I wait so long? What was I waiting for?

Sue was anxious she had that look on her face I didn't like. "That's what your wearing? You look awful, that is a terrible outfit." She pushed me.

I fell against the small table in the hall. "It's not, Tessa helped me pick it out. Plus I have been modeling on social media for years, wouldn't I know?" I nervously smiled at her, then went back to the gorgeous girl in the mirror to fix an earring. I turned the big golden hoop around so it looked better, slightly hidden by my hair. "Don't you ever say anything nice about me?" The girl in the mirror winked, she was always nice to me, but the angry one behind me was another story.

"Why should I? I don't say anything nice about any of my employees, ask them."

I strutted out the front door, her behind me, I waited by the car. "Employee? I have yet to be paid. Seven weeks and nothing. Where is all this money going?"

"That's what all this bitchiness is about? Money? You are fucking ridiculous." I heard her cursing as she raced back into the house. Soon she came out with a handful of hundreds in her hand. I braced for the One-Two, but she grabbed my hand and forcibly put the bills into it. "Here. Here is more than half. Now you are paid." She got into the car and slammed the door as I slid in. "Now you are officially a prostitute. Oh, and according to Griffin a terrible one."

***

When I was younger, sitting on the beach with Tessa 2, my feet in the sand and under a huge umbrella, I thought I was quite happy. After she left with her husband, she came back, the two of them. It was nice, it was what I needed. I think her mother needed it more.

"Tessa 2? When do we say goodbye to the beach this year?"

I felt her head on my shoulder, her damp hair covering my arm. "This year? Never. I will never say goodbye to the beach ever again."

And we stayed most of the night, inching closer to the boardwalk and ocean, following the shade, closer to the night owls and kids on the swings and the babies in carriages. Later we would lean against the rec center on a lonely bench, and it was there we cried, turning the beach into a blur, the new memories fading with the older ones.

Tessa 2 said goodbye that night, not to the beach, to me. I would stay here and soak in the second hand sun for her, for the rest of my life. Her mother and I would miss her, but the beach would miss her more.

***

I was checking my hair again in the little pull down mirror, the one Sue has never used. I had my legs crossed and my leg was bouncing like crazy, I was a little nervous again.

"You know, I'm not a prostitute," I said matter of factly. I knew she wanted to annoy me, but I was fine.

I was brushing my hair, I wanted it to look perfect. It was strawberry blonde, the same as my natural color, and so full, that it was one of the thickest and fullest wigs I owned. Tessa wanted me to get used to it. My bangs just below my eyebrows just barely touching my long lashes. I have had it for years, way before meeting Sue, it was like sharing this ride with an old friend. I could feel Sue watching me, I was wondering why we didn't leave yet.

"I called Griffin this morning, he has a surprise for you today. Not that you deserve it."

"Another surprise. I wish he wouldn't."

"God, I feel like I'm talking to my fucking teenage daughter." She took off a little quicker than she should have, barely missing a man and his dog. "Fuck, where did he come from?"

I ignored her, I started checking my bag, pulling out the anal lube, the tampons, and lipstick, just organizing.

"He told me, well his assistant told me not to tell you about anything, but I want you to be extra excited about whatever he has for you." I knew she wanted me to look at her but the girl in the mirror wouldn't stop staring at me and winking. "Make a big deal, bounce, flirt, show him your boobs, and stop being such a diva about things." I didn't even glance at her, I didn't care what was going on and I certainly didn't need any surprises. "I told him his Tranny Trophy Wife was going to be very pleased with him today."

"You shouldn't call me a tranny. That's not nice."

"Why not? He does, it's not just me. It's just a pet name we use, what's the big deal."

"We?" I looked at her, then slipped back on my sunglasses. "I'm not a tranny, I'm not a prostitute either." I was thinking after today I wasn't going to be her employee either. "I'm transgender."

"Shit, yeah, that's what you are, transgender? All of a sudden you are transgender. You're just a pain in the ass in a dress."

"That is what I am to you?"

She glanced at me then back at the road. She started driving faster, I could tell she was trying to make me anxious, but I wasn't falling for it this morning. I was a rock. "Shilling told me that he thinks you do something to your pictures online because you are not that pretty in real life, maybe you better step up your game, do something about your look."

"I know how to take a picture. Everybody uses filters and apps online anyway. If he doesn't like it you can just find him somebody new."

We drove in silence the rest of the way, for some reason Sue seemed a little miffed by my confidence, my uncaring demeanor, my new empowerment. Once we got to his house she took off before I even got out of the car, the door slammed two yards after I hopped out.

*

"I'm putting you on the payroll."

I was no sooner in, I didn't even have to pull out my key, he was waiting for me, waiting to give me the news, the surprise.

"I'm giving you a big salary too."

I walked passed him and went into the kitchen, I was going to get ready for the day. He followed.

"Sue told me how much you made in real estate, she sent me the W2's. I figured I would match it, then up it a little, you can work for me."

I turned around, what did he think I was going to do? Traipse around his house all day, dodging emotional darts and sucking his manhood? "No thank you, I like the real estate business. I'm fine." I gave him my surprisingly overused fake smile. He still watched, he didn't move.

"Don't you want to dress like a woman full time, you wouldn't have to go into the office. You would never have to change."

I am sure I gave him a confused look, what did he think of me, what did he think I did when I wasn't with him? "I don't change, I am exactly what you see. I also don't go into an office anyway, I meet clients dressed a little more conservatively than this. Some of them have met the new transitional me a couple of times already." I ran my long nails down my top and then shrugged. I went to look in the fridge, I got my Honey-Do notepad. I flittered around, I was waiting for him to leave me alone. I didn't like him using the term full-time, it bothered me. Almost like he was helping with my transition in some way, like it was up to him the way I felt and looked.

He inched closer behind me as I glanced down. He had his hand covering his crotch. I didn't like to think he was turned on by this conversation, I hoped he was enjoying my outfit. Especially since Sue said I looked terrible in it.

"Please, at least let me give you more money, you can do whatever you want. I have Sean from the office coming over to help." After another twenty minutes, I relented, I figured why not. Before today I didn't even see the money, the thousand a visit, it all went to Sue. I think, I didn't really care. It was never about money.

I brought in the fresh iced tea I made, some lemons, some ice, Sean was quite excited to see me. "Hi, I heard so much about you."

He was slightly older than Griffin, slightly friendlier, he gave me so many compliments and forms to fill out.

"Sign here, here, and here." He pointed I signed. I had to write my male signature once and everything else he told me to use my female name. My new female signature, all loops and florishes. Tessa 2 and I have been practicing since we were young.

"And here is your first check." Griffin said and placed it in my hand, "Thanks Sean, when will she get the rest?"

"Miss Langton will get a check every week, I will put the rest of the forms in on Monday. She will be a freelancer." He then walked over to me and took my hand, "It was so nice finally meeting you, I know we will see each other again, and I am looking forward to it. Let's do lunch."

I smiled, nodded yes, and walked him to the door. I waved once he got into his car, then I went back into the kitchen, walking passed Griffin. It was still my favortie spot in his house.

I called, I didn't care if he heard me or not. "Your employees are so much nicer than Sue's."

*

"You never told me you were married." Surprisingly, Griffin was behind me, he was watching me clean and polish.

"No? What does it matter?"

"Sean found out. You and Miss Perkins don't even share the same last name."

I turned to look at him and shrugged. I didn't want to tell him we didn't share a bed either.

"Is that why the whole church thing freaked you out? Was Perkins mad, she didn't say anything to any of us. I warned her about the wedding and she wished us well."

I couldn't breathe. I didn't want this to continue. "I'm going shopping," I told him, I watched him rush to the front.

"Okay, I'll come."

"No you stay, I don't mind shopping alone anymore, and I enjoy driving that red car of yours."

"Well, it's yours." Shaking his head yes, he was looking at and studying my outfit. "You look incredible today. Thank you for letting me watch you." He smiled, he liked to think that was my main job. I was a model for him to view.

"Okay," I got my bag, the keys, and headed out the door. By the time I was at the red car he was behind me.

"Um, Sabrina, when you get back. Let's go out, you don't have to cook today, let's celebrate. I don't know why we don't go out more, see the world, you know, do things that other couples do."

"Other couples? Mmm, maybe..." I got in, I started the car.

"Our new relationship, more money, um, how are you liking the new phone?"

I looked at him, I forgot about the gifts. I shrugged. Didn't he find them the week before?

"So when you get back we'll go out. Okay? Unless you want to stay for a while, enjoy each other on the couch, like we used to?" He smiled, I saw his eyes dart to the house and then back to me. Did he really want to take me somewhere, somewhere romantic, or was he setting me up? I hated to think he was as devious as Sue, especially since they were talking about me, and none of it was very nice. "Will you be nicer to me?"

"I will, I promise."

"Will you call me a tranny?"

"Um, is that bad? If so I'm sorry about that. Didn't we discuss me calling you my Weekend Wife?"

"Mmm." I put on my sunglasses, "Feels like years ago. I won't be long." And that was the plan. I turned away just as he reached for my hand.

*

It was quite an interesting shopping trip, I went to the market, the deli, and I picked up some goodies and wine. When I got back to the car I had a text and a picture from Griffin, it was forwarded by Sue. I guess he discovered the phone and laptop still on his kitchen chair. He was wearing a sports jacket, he shaved, he looked quite nice, he asked, 'Think I could wear this today on our date?'

I was thinking that he was already being nice. I loved that, I loved that he said date and was asking my opinion. I feel like he was seducing me. Of course, I texted back with a heart and a smile emoji. Sue texted back something mean, oh well, I guess not everyone is in the mood to be nice. I then went to get the dry cleaning and he sent me another text, this time directly to me. 'Can you put a picture of yourself with that great outfit you're in on your site, you look so beautiful. I want to tell everyone we are going out to show off. I hope your employers see it too.'

I texted back, 'If that's what you'd like.' I put a heart and a smile emoji again, maybe that was my signature. He was pushing some different buttons inside me, I was liking it. I took a couple of pictures of me lounging on the hood of the red car, I deleted 3 of them and found one where my legs looked so long, that I knew my followers would love it.

I was wiggling as I drove so I decided to see Jake, see if he was working.

Once again I was driving through the dusty parking lot of the golf club, looking for a man in white. He was sitting on the steps, talking to a half dozen people, I pulled up slow and two other valets, plus Jake walked up to the car.

"I got it," He told them as he leaned into the window. "Hi," He gave me a kiss.

"Hi, yourself."

"Your hair is so different," He held it in his hands, and then he took off my sunglasses.

"Well, it's not all me," I giggled as he looked into my eyes. I got a call. "I'm sorry, let me get this quick, hop in let's talk."

I held the phone to my ear, I didn't want Jake to hear me talking to Griffin. I felt so sexy and slutty talking to a man on the phone and talking to another in my car.

"I miss you."

"Oh, um, okay I'll be back soon," I told him.

"Would you like to take a quick ride on a plane?"

I looked at Jake's hand, it was gripping my nylon thigh. "A plane really?"

"Yeah, I know someone. Would it be okay?"

Jakes other hand was in my hair, he was leaning over the console, he started kissing my neck.

"Um, I don't know, but I'll be on my way soon, we will talk. Bye." I hung up, I dropped the phone on the floor of the car, Jake and I started to kiss, we were about fifty feet away from the other workers on the steps. His hand went to my breast, I put mine on his chest, I rubbed, I tickled him with my long nails.

He moved a little bit on the bucket seat, I had to let him go. He then put both hands on my thighs, he started moving under my denim skirt, he was right below my panties. We kissed again. he whispered, "You have to go soon?"

"I do."

He kissed me again, I grabbed his hard cock, I rubbed through the black material. I rubbed him as we kissed.

"You know you are going to make me so popular here. All of them are seeing me with a hot woman, they are going to think I have something going on." He laughed.

"Well, you do." And I started to rub him harder, I slid down his zipper and slid my hand inside, it was tight. I played with his cock, I rubbed as he moaned as he kissed my cheek and lips. Soon I was pressing down, I had my palm pushing his dick. Soon his tongue was in my mouth and I sucked as we kept our eyes open, his cock now getting harder as I pulled on it with my left hand. My other hand making its way under his crisp white shirt.

"Oh my god, that feels amazing, I love your hands on me."

I gave him a loud kiss. "Muah! Do you?"

He started to moan louder, I felt a little wetness as he started to cum. My fingers were full of his semen. He did a slight laugh as I pet him, as he finished all over himself. I licked my fingers as he watched, as he played with my blondeness.

We leaned back on the seats, we were just gazing, I was looking into his eyes. I was so happy I came here and made his day, made him popular. He still held my hand. I picked it up and kissed it, rubbed it on my cheek, "I have to go, I'm sorry."

"Boyfriend? Husband?"

"Something like that, I'm sorry, can I visit you again?"

"Hell yeah, of course, I will be on edge until I see your red car coming closer to me." We kissed again, I was enjoying myself, I was so excited, my panties were drenched. I didn't want to say goodbye, but it was only for a while.

"Jake, how old are you? I am a thirty-five, a future divorcee, with too many pairs of heels in her closet."

His smile grew as he fixed his white shirt, fixed his collar and cuffs. "Ha, you are now dating a Senior at Ocean County College. Aeronautics, I will be somebody someday."

"Someday?" I smiled, moving my hair out of my eyes. "You are already somebody. You are a gorgeous, friendly, generous man and I thank you for that."

I kissed him goodbye and threw him out of this tiny red car for the last time.

*

"Hi, are you on your way back? We are going to go to Ocean County."

"Ocean County? What's that?"

"It's the airport, the flight is at six."

I looked at myself in the rearview mirror. I didn't look like a woman who was going on a plane, taking a trip. I looked and felt like a woman who was ready to settle down, pick a man, and say goodbye to 'Hands On and Visible.' I had a couple of thousand dollars in my bag and a check with almost four times as much as that. This whole little adventure wasn't about money, but it was nice having some. Maybe I will take a trip with Tessa or maybe just stay here at the beach and enjoy the off-season. Maybe I will make out with a boy, a younger boy while we stare at the ocean. I used to love being seduced.

"Mmm, maybe I will call Tessa first. I need to get her advice." I giggled and hung up on Griffin, I had things to do and they didn't include him.

"Ocean County, who would have guessed they have a College and an airport, hmmm."

Tessa told me they even had a football team, but I was more interested in baseball. Not playing just watching. You know, women like me like to watch. "Nothing better than a mirror," I said to the girl in the mirror but Tessa thought I was talking to her.

'What the heck are you on about?"

"Ha."

*

Week Ten

'Let the wind blow

Let the grass grow

But don't let her go

Don't take her out of my life

Don't take her out of my life'

It was a beautiful Sunday, it was the final game of the season. The red hood was nice and warm while we inched our asses up and back. I liked it more than my Silver Toyota, it suited my personality better. I gave my silver car to Jake right after Griffin gave me the papers for the Mercedes. Plus I tended to match. Lately, I was red all over with a touch of glitter, I was becoming more comfy with myself as the sun set and rose again.

I handed out the mimosa with a shot of grenadine on top.

"Glass at the beach? Sabrina, you are such a diva, heh." Tessa was surprised, but this car was fully equipped.

"Always glass, sometimes even a straw. You know, that is how my fans know it's me, ha."

"That is your signature gesture?"

"Mmm, I guess it could be." And the two of us smiled with no emojis. As we watched Michael, as we watched him hit ball after ball after ball, as far away as humanly possible. When he finally jogged over to us, I let him suck my straw, I let him run his sweaty hands on my hips and round bottom.

"If you strike out, I will give you a kiss for confidence." I smiled I puckered up for practice.

"No thanks baby, then we would surely lose. Ha, maybe a kiss when I hit a home run, give me some incentive." So we practiced our kissing for more incentive, our tongues mingling with the flavor of champagne and orange juice, the flavor of pre-gaming.

That afternoon before I left the house, Sue didn't like that I was filling the cooler with ice and juice for the game. She was asking me questions but I didn't answer them. She seemed very surprised that Tessa, Michael, Jake and Leo were helping me pack my things into a U-haul. There were a lot of heels. I didn't realize I had so many.

"Schilling already pulled six places from us because of you." She moved closer her fists in two balls. "You are losing me money."

"I'm sorry, maybe you can find him another weekend wife. Someone close with lots of pictures, like me. Would you like me to make some appertizers before I go? Maybe have a goodbye party. I could knock something together quickly for you and your employees."

She didn't answer, just showed me one of her fingers, which was better than a fist, so I figured that was a no.

The two things I would miss were my kitchen and my new room put together by my best friend. The one exactly like Tessa's daughter's room in her house, same color walls, the same color rugs, and even the same vanity and Hello Kitty comforter. I remember watching television or listening to music, while Tessa 2 brushed our hair and complained about her mom.

Tessa asked me to move in with her, she said we could have cocktail parties all the time, we could have fashion shows too if I wanted, but I would feel funny living in Tessa 2's old room as much as I think I would love living with her. I needed some time alone, I would have to become an adult sooner or later. I decided I was going to move into a warehouse. One that I have been trying to sell or rent for quite some time. It had a huge ladies' room with eight stalls and eight sinks, as well as two showers. I will stay until something comes up, who knows where I will be in one or two months. I just hope I didn't sell it too soon, I was quite the saleswoman.

Tessa and I went back to the perfect pink and purple room. She had her hands on her hips surveying the now empty space. I left a few things for Sue, I didn't want to leave her empty-handed, just something to remember me by. A laptop, a phone and the keys to a big house near the beach in Bay Head. It was Tessa's idea.

"Ya know that was faster than I thought. I figured we would be here all morning."

"Well," I giggled, "That's what happens when you have a couple of big sweaty men helping."

Oh, I also left her the silicone toy. I attached it to the window looking toward the beach, a perfect view. It seemed lonely in this small room.

Clicking down the stairs, we made our retreat from Sue. I grabbed Michael's hand as we headed to the front door. I took one more look, I was going to miss this part of Point Pleasant but I wouldn't miss this house, even though it featured in my pictures so much. I will find new places to pose, that wouldn't be a problem I had that huge warehouse, it even had a view of the beach, well if I stood on the roof. Plus I didn't have to mow anymore unless I wanted to, and I don't think I wanted to. I would call Leo for that.

The two men hopped into the truck while Tessa and I got ready to get into Michaels car. My little red baby was already there in one of the sixty parking spots, I will have a new spot everyday, well, for the next sixty days, then I will improvise.

"What the fuck is this?" I heard Sue but I didn't look, I slipped into the passenger seat. I didn't mind driving but sometimes I just wanted to watch, I love how Michael maneuvered the steering wheel, for some reason it turned me on.

"Bye!" We called from the car. The three of us ready to get on with our own lives with no security or sadness, just parties, baseball games, and trips to the beach, I felt we deserved it.

I glanced back and saw Sue throwing something at the car. She had a terrible throwing arm, she should be dating a baseball player like me.

"I'm going to miss that toy." I squished my face toward Tessa but she gave me a conspiratorial wink, that made me just a little nervous.

"Toys are for children, you, my dear are a full grown-ass woman." She laughed as she pulled my hair.

"Ow. I hope my hair gets longer soon, I am already missing playing with it and having it stick to my sticky lips."

*

Remember I made that one little mistake? My male side followed my female side, well now there was only a female side. Crazy how these things happen. One less thing to worry about.

"Michael your up!"

The night was warm, the lights just flickered on. I held Number Seven's hand a little too long while he tried to run onto the field, I realized that it was nice being a once-a-week wife, I think I was quite good at it too. All that cooking and cleaning and shopping for crazy delicacies to make my once-a-week husband happy. But, there is something I am much better suited for...

And what is that Sabrina? You may ask. What is it that could be better than being a wife?

"Well an every-day-girlfriend, of course." I said to Tessa, not that she knew what I was going on about, but the woman in my rearview mirror was also listening to us while we were perched on the cool red hood of my car. I'm sure she could barely hear me, the doors were closed and the windows weren't fully down, but that's okay I am positive it will come up again in conversation. I'll make sure of it, ha....

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The End

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