A Familiar's Fate - Ch 10

On Saturday, with Karen's encouragement, my domestic nature took hold. I cooked breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and then moved onto vacuuming. When I moved onto the laundry, Karen expressed some reservation regarding her delicate clothes, and now mine as well. Yet I assured her that I I had grown up with my mother and sister. I knew how to manage women's clothing, and knew what required cold washing and no dryer. I also knew what needed to be hand washed.

Once again she was pleasantly surprised by my comfort taking on the 'traditional wife's duties of cooking, cleaning and laundry.

She joked, "Next thing you'll tell me is that you can sew, and mend clothing. "

I blushed with a sheepish smile. "I can."

She laughed with delight.

For most of the day, she left me to my chores. She had some work she was doing on her laptop. Yet for the most part, she was simply relaxing, reading, watching TV, or listening to music.

I didn't mind the disparity. It felt good to care for her. And much as I may have attempted to avoid such domestic duties when on my own, it felt like home when I was occupied by such tasks.

In the afternoon, Karen suggested we pickup some of the clothes from my place.

She was anxious to make me feel at home. I was thrilled as it was becoming more and more real that I would actually be living with this beautiful woman.

I still felt nervous being in public wearing a dress. Yet, no one seemed to notice my feminine wardrobe this past week, or the dress last Sunday, so I could manage.

When Karen saw my place, she was somewhat surprised by how drab it was. As she observed, it wasn't messy, and she understood I didn't have money for fancy items, but it lacked style and character. What some would refer to as 'a woman's touch.'

This place didn't reflect my character as she saw it.

I couldn't really disagree with her. I'd been here since I moved to the city and started college. Yet the place had no meaning. There were no fond memories. It was just a place I rested my head.

The one exception to the lack of mess was the pile of clothes waiting to be donated. When I explained what it was, she seemed pleased. It was good that I was getting rid of my male clothes.

Karen then offered to help me drop them off today with her car. It would be best to relieve me of the temptation to wear them.

For my part, it would be a lot easier to do this with a car, rather than multiple trips on foot. Therefore we loaded them up, and dropped them at the Good Will nearby.

I was nervous the moment we entered the store. It was a thrift shop, but a store nonetheless, with clerks and customers browsing. And here I was, wearing a dress.

I attempted to feign nonchalance as I approached the counter with a bag of my clothes. Yet once more, as I handed them over to the clerk, I felt a lump in my throat. Please don't laugh at the boy in the dress. Please don't say anything to humiliate me more than I am already.

"I have some clothes to donate."

The clerk smiled as she took the bags. "Thank you, you can put them here." She pointed to an empty bin beside the counter. She treated me as she would anyone. Just another lady in the shop, perhaps even a glance admiring my dress.

I caught my breath, as I retrieved another bag from the car. Karen was grinning at me, and not saying a word. She was amused by my nervousness. Yet she was also proud of my ability to pass. When people saw me, all they saw was an attractive young woman.

By handing off my old clothes, I was once again disavowing my masculine identity.

With that errand completed, we returned to my place and picked the clothes she had purchased for me last weekend, but none of my few remaining men's clothing. Then it was off to my new home, our home. The mere thought of it gave me a thrill.

This exercise did achieve the desired result. As I put the clothes away, it truly felt like my room. These were my clothes. The pretty dresses, the cute panties, the lace-trimmed tops, everything. Even the floral-printed wallpaper and the pink duvet now made me feel happy.

I was determined to show my appreciation, starting with a delicious meal.

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Dinner was sumptuous, earning me more of Karen's smiles.

In the evening, we retreated to the smaller, more intimate rec room, which I had never been in before. It was a relaxed evening filled by the simplest of activities. We curled up together watching romance movies, chatting, and drinking.

Naturally, she had wine while I had juice. She didn't even say that I was not allowed to drink alcohol, but she seemed pleased that I made that assumption without being told.

I was even rewarded with the opportunity to sit on the sofa, as she wanted us to cuddle. I was truly in heaven, being in the arms of this amazing woman.

The evening ended in her bedroom, kissing, gentle caressing, and me worshipping her body. It culminated with my tongue licking her pussy until i brought her to orgasm. Once she was fully satiated, I was dismissed.

My desire to simply sleep with her, let alone have sex, was immense. Yet I knew it would never be. I was getting the next best thing, an evening pleasuring her, and my own room in her home.

Despite my erection, desperately seeking release after days of being caressed by delicate panties, I managed to sleep soundly that night.