Lost and Found has Hidden Treasures

This is an absolute work of fiction. The places mentioned are real, but any characters in the story are made up and are not meant to resemble anyone in real life. Any coincidence is purely that. With that, I hope you enjoy the story and please leave feedback, whether good or bad, so I can use it to improve for the next one. Thank you and love to you all.

This story started a few years ago, but as I sit here filing my nails and waiting for my man to come home while watching the snow fall reminded me of it and I wanted to share.

Working for a smaller hotel in a large hotel chain (we only have about 150 rooms while others in the chain had much more than that) had some great advantages sometimes, and these past few days it was totally worth it. Our area had been hit by one of the old school Nor'easter snow storms, making the city I work in put on a travel ban, that no unnecessary travel was permitted unless for emergencies or vital services.

Seeing that we had been warned for a few days about the storm, many of our reserved guests cancelled, leaving the hotel near empty. Having the extra time on our hands, my supervisor, Michael, asked me to go to the storage room where we hold onto any guest luggage that was left, and to start sorting through the piles so we can discard anything that had been left more than 90 days. We always try and contact the customers a few times during that time frame, but if they don't come and pick it up or make arrangements to do so, then we dispose of it. We had close to 40 that were on our list to check and dispose of.

I make my way to the large storage room, taking the clipboard off of the wall where we log in all the luggage left, and I get started. I start by matching up the zip tie "locks" we put on them to the numbers on the clipboard, and one by one I pull each piece of luggage out and line them up by the desk. Once I have the first 10 pulled and lined up, I double check the tags before opening them up. We have an arrangement with the local law enforcement that we check the bags and if we come up with anything suspicious, like a gun, bloody knife, drugs, or such things, we notify them to retrieve the suspicious items and take the suitcase in question. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen.

I started opening the first suitcase, and saw that it was all male clothes and as I checked each piece of clothing, they went into either the men's pile to give to the local homeless shelter, or to the discard pile for the trash (mainly underwear and socks and the occasional soiled clothes). Most of the suitcases were donated to the battered women's shelter. When I got through the first suitcase, I checked it off the list and started on the next one. Once again it was full of men's clothing and was sorted accordingly, and a few hundred dollars was found and it went into the "tip" jar we keep on the desk and it goes to whoever does the sorting. We also keep a spot where if we find anything interesting that we like we keep for ourselves (upper management doesn't approve of this or the "tlp" jar, but our local management looks the other way).

The third suitcase was the first one that I found any women's clothing in, and they must have belonged to a very thin woman, as most of it was either size xs, 00, or 0. I put the clothes in the pile for the women's shelter, and the panties and socks in the trash pile. The fourth, fifth, and sixth suitcases carried more of the same, limited clothes for each shelter and some trash items. One had some change in it also, and another a small amount of cash.

The seventh and eighth suitcases went together from the same room, and when I opened them, I had my breath taken away. You see, at the time, I was just starting out on my cross dressing journey, and inside those suitcases were the mother load of feminine clothing. A few skirts, some nice blouses, a sweater dress, a business casual dress, matching panties and bras for everything, and a pair of thigh high, high heeled platform boots. One other thing that was in there was a breast plate that had to be D cup or a large C cup. Basically, it was a cross dressers dream find.

When I opened the smaller suitcase, it had 5 pairs of pumps in it, all with 4" heels, stockings, and a couple of Coach purses with matching wallets inside. The wallets were empty except for an unopened condom in each one. Last but not least in the bottom of the bag was a bag full of brand new make up and brand new brushes and sponges, from Revlon, Covergirl, Elf, Ulta, and Sephora. All in all, it was a treasure trove of delight and I knew I would be taking these two full suitcases home with me.

I put those suitcases aside, and started in on suitcase 9 when my Michael came in. He said that upper management has approved his request to make the offer to all employees (there were only 6 of us on duty right now and only 2 were needed to man the desk overnights, so he had gotten 2 to volunteer to work overtime) to be able to stay in one of the rooms for the evening. He came to me first because I was the most senior person after him, and he had taken the honeymoon suite, so it was my turn to choose which room I wanted. I asked for one of the two executive suites, with the other one I knew to be taken already by a customer. This way, I knew that I would have none of my coworkers on that floor either.

When my Michael handed me the key card for the room and checked my name off of the list, I went back to the suitcases to work on some more. The next dozen or so suitcases didn't have much in value to look at, with clothes going into the men's shelter pile more than anything else, and a small amount of cash going to the tip jar. It was suitcase number 24 that had another mother load of fantastic clothes, and it took all my inner strength not to strip out of my clothes and put on some of the lingerie that was in it. Panties, bras, nighties, garter belts, stockings, and two pairs of black pumps with matching little purses. There was also about six hundred dollars in cash inside the suitcase that went into the tip jar. One of the last suitcases I opened had dresses in my size that I decided to keep, along with some slacks and blouses.

When all was said and done, I had 4 suitcases lined up to keep, about fourteen hundred in cash in the tip jar, and a large amount of change. I took the trash pile out to the dumpster, went back in and organized the stuff for the women's shelter and the men's shelter, and then took the suitcases I was keeping to the suite I was going to be in. I went back to the storage room, and then made calls to both the shelters, and they said that they would send someone by tomorrow to pick up everything, depending on the weather. I finished cleaning up everything that was left, swept the floor, and made my way back down to the main desk to tell the Michael that I was done.

He asked me how I made out, and I let him know that I did real well with a wink. He knows I am a crossdresser (as do most of my coworkers as you can't keep that a secret when you do what we do), and we have enjoyed each other's company on many occasions over the last several years when I have been dressed. He asked what I had found, and I told him to come by later and I would show him. He has me take care of the luggage in the storage room for just these reasons, as I always get to model what I find for him. Michael then asked me if I needed anything else to get comfortable settling in for the night, as he was going to walk next door to CVS to grab a few things. I said I would walk over with him, and I just had to grab my coat and boots.

He and I switched our shoes for our boots, put on our coats, and made our way over to the 24 hour CVS. He made his way over to the snack food section to get a few of our favorite treats, and then to get some beer and soda for later. The last thing he grabbed was a couple bottles of a decent red wine that he knows I like to drink when I am dressed in femme.

I on the other hand make my way over to the make up section, where I get a few lipsticks, mascara, eye liner, and press on nails. I then made my way over to the hair section, getting a couple of different hair brushes, some mousse, a scrunchie, and a couple of hair clips. The last aisle I went to had the Nair in it, and I grabbed a large bottle off of the shelf along with some vanilla scented lotion to make my body soft, some razors, and some shaving cream. As I was making my way towards the front of the store to check out, I passed the condoms and lube section, and grabbed some of both to put in my basket for our fun later.

When I got up to the counter, Michael was already done checking out and had left the store, so I put my things on the counter and go to pay, when the cashier tells me that much of what I picked out in the make up section is on sale, to go punch my phone number into the coupon kiosk and it will print out a bunch of coupons that I can either save money with or get me more free product. I thank her, grab my basket and do just that. When the coupons print out, I see that the lipsticks were buy one get one free, the press on nails were the same deal, and the mascara had a coupon also. I got a few more lipsticks in different shades, and did the same with the press on nails in different colors. I went back up to the counter to pay, and after the cashier took the coupons and rang everything out, I had only spent about a hundred dollars. She put everything in a bag, and out the door I went.

Michael had made his way back to the hotel, but he told me to go right up to my suite and get ready, as he would punch out my time card when I am supposed to clock out. He said to make sure I look extra nice, as he has something special for me that he has been waiting to give me. I stop at my car real quick to grab my traveling Bobbi suitcase, which has a couple of my wigs in it along with own breast plate and blending powder to help it blend into my skin tone, and then make my way up to the suite.

I walked into the suite and took everything into the bedroom and the attached bathroom, pulling the suitcases onto the bed for now and opening them all up. I put all my make up and brushes on the vanity that was in there, pulled my wigs out and put them on the portable wig stands that I placed on the dresser, and then started sorting clothes on to the bed.

After going through everything, I picked out a satin and lace, black bra, panty, and garter set. Black nylons were next, followed by the black sweater dress that I had found, the belt that went with it, and the black leather thigh high boots. Next I grab the bottle of Nair, razors, shaving cream, and moisturizing body lotion and head into the bathroom. I strip out of my uniform and fold it neatly on the counter, start the shower putting the razors and shaving cream on the shelf, and as it warms up, lather the rest of my body with the Nair. I am lucky enough to have been able to afford getting facial electrolysis, and the rest of my body is not very hairy at all. I wait until I can feel the tingling and burning sensation that the Nair gives you when it is working, and I step into the shower to rinse off. The feeling is incredible to me to watch as any hairs I had on my body are washed away down the shower drain, and I couldn't help but rub my hands all over my naked and hairless body. My little cock was rock hard, and I knew I had to do something about it if I wanted to not have a bulge in my panties, so I quickly rubbed it and jerked it until I came, watching my little squirmies go down the drain also.

When I recovered from that, I did a final rinse before turning off the water and stepping out to towel off. I applied the vanilla scented lotion all over my body, then wrapped a large towel around my chest and made my way to the bedroom. I sat in my vanity chair, pulling on my panties, putting on my new D cup breast plate and using the blending powder to blend the edges into my skin tone, then the bra, and finally the stockings and my boots. I pulled on my sweater dress, grabbing a hand towel and putting it around my neck before starting my make up so I didn't get any on my dress. Concealer, foundation, powder, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, and finally my favorite, lipstick. I chose a red Revlon lipstick in the color "Extra Spicy" to show my appreciation to Michael when he got there.

My shoulder length, wavy haired, brunette wig went on next. I got it all secured into place, and then went to work on my nails. I picked the package of press on nails that went with my lipstick the best, and when I was done I picked up my cell phone and called Michael. He said to give him about 10 minutes, and then come up to the honeymoon suite and he will be there. I told him I would see him then and hung up, going over to the full length mirror by the door and snapping a few photos. I was really starting to get into it when I noticed that 10 minutes had passed and I needed to be on my way. I grabbed my purse, put my room key card, phone, wallet, and cash in, slung it over my shoulder and made my way to the elevator.

As the elevator arrived at my floor, the gentleman who was in the other executive suite stepped off and held the door, giving me the once over as he did. He nodded his approval and I gave him a wink as the door closed. I pressed the button for the honeymoon suite floor, and the door opened as I got there right into the suite. Michael was there waiting for me in a nice pair of slacks, polo shirt, and one of the warmest smiles I have ever seen. I walked in and he put his hand out for me to take, which I did as he pulled me towards him for a kiss.

As we came together for the kiss, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, he put his hands on my waist, and as I leaned in I lifted my right leg off of the floor like I have seen so many women do before when they kissed. I don't know how long we kissed, but it was long enough to take my breath away and have my heart beat a mile a minute. When we broke the kiss, he took me by the hand and led me out to the living room that overlooked our city. He pulled me close again, and we started kissing again in front of that magnificent view.

Again, I don't know how long our kissing session lasted, but it was long enough to touch every feminine fiber that I have developed. I was so engrossed in the passion of the kiss, that when Michael picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, I hardly noticed we had moved. It was when he laid me down on the heart shape bed that we broke the kiss, but only for a moment as he climbed onto the bed with me. We quickly resumed making out and rubbing our hands all over each other, until I started to fumble with Michael's belt trying to get it undone. He broke our kiss and helped me by undoing his belt, button, and zipper on his pants. As he helped me, he made a comment that I needed to get used to doing this with nails and I just look at him and smile and really not think much of the comment.

When his pants were unzipped, I slid off my side of the bed and pulled him towards the edge, so I could take off his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers completely. As I tugged on his pants and boxers to get them off, he stripped off his shirt leaving his chiseled body completely naked for me. Once I got his pants and boxers completely off, I dropped right back onto my knees and dove onto his hot cock, taking its hardening mass completely down my throat. I swallowed him down like he was the last meal I would ever get, savoring every inch of his hot cock. I am not sure how long I was sucking him, but I could feel him get close a couple of times before telling me that he was about to cum. I sped up my tempo and really started to suck him harder, wanting that delicious cum inside of my mouth so I could taste him for the rest of the night. I love his cum, so salty yet sweet and I wanted it now. I feel him tense up as the first jet of his cum hits the roof of my mouth, and I back off so just the head is inside of my lips, letting the next 3 or 4 jets of cum hit my tongue and slide down my throat as I swallow it all.

When I get that last bit of cum out of his cock, I lovingly start to clean him up with a tongue bath of his cock and balls, making sure I didn't miss a drop of his delicious nectar. I feel him soften some as I clean him, and I climb back up on the bed with him, pushing him back towards the pillows for some more kissing and making out. My arms are wrapped around his neck, while his left hand goes to my neck pulling me in, and his right hand rubs up and down my body, spending a lot of time kneading my ass cheek, rubbing my nylon covered legs, and playing with my garter straps. I could feel myself getting hard as he rubbed, and I reached down and took his cock into my manicured hand, feeling it hardening once again.

Once I had him rock hard again, I turned over and wiggled my ass on his cock wanting him to bury it deep, deep inside of me. He pulled my top half back towards him by grabbing onto my neck and pulling back, kissing on the back of it until I couldn't take it anymore. I reached back and grabbed onto his cock again, guiding that love missile right to its target and pushing back on it. He quickly joined in and grabbed my hip, slamming himself inside of me. I let out a scream of passion as he touches the deepest part of me and holds it there for a few seconds, before pulling out slowly and doing it again. The waves of pleasure that are already running through me at this point have my little cock leaking cum on a near constant basis.

Michael continues his slow pounding of my ass, hitting all the spots that just want me to take more and more of him in, never getting enough but stuffed full at the same time. He kept banging away in rhythm, driving me more and more to the edge. When he reached around and stroked my cocklette, I dribbled all over his hand. When Michael felt he had caught enough of the dribbles in his hand, he brought it up to my mouth where I sucked on it like a dog dying of thirst. I lapped at his hand, taking in all my cum as he continued banging away. As I was sucking on his fingers to get the last of the cum off of them, I concentrated on squeezing my boipussy around his hot cock, hoping he would blast a big load up inside of me. I had always fantasized about Micheal impregnating me, knowing it could never happen but wishing for it none the less.

I could feel Michael starting to tense up as he was getting ready to cum, and I started moaning and screaming for him to fill me up with his seed, yelling "Cum for me Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Cum for me!" and other similar things over and over again. I could feel the first shot of cum blast up inside of me, and I concentrated on clamping down my boipussy on Michael so I can squeeze every bit of cum out of him. When he is done cumming inside of me and I could feel him start to soften, he pulled me closer to him and spooned me, nibbling on my ear as he did. We stayed like that for a while before I could feel him peel back from me and reach for something, then return to spooning me. I could feel him taking him a few deep breaths before guiding me to flip over and face him.

When I was face to face with him, he took another deep breath before a loving kiss was planted on my lips. I went in for more kissing, but he held me back and said he wanted to tell me something. He propped himself up on his elbow, and started to tell me how he was getting promoted, but with that promotion, he was going to be leaving this hotel and moving to a bigger one a few hours away. He said that he could pick out someone that wanted to move up with him, or pick his replacement here at this hotel. I could see it already in his eyes that he was trying to ask me to go with him, but I played with him some because I wanted him to say it.

When he finally did say it, I let out a squeal of delight and gave him the most grateful and passionate kisses and hugs I could. He then reached behind him and came out with a box and handed it to me. He told me to go ahead and open it, it was the box he wanted to give me if I said yes and he hoped it would keep things moving forward in our relationship. I sat up and slowly opened the box only to find 3 more boxes inside, each with a number and a card attached. I took the box with the number 1 on it, and opened the card. It reads, "To remind you to be the girl you are inside, and something to remind you where I want to be inside of you." I looked at him with a little puzzlement as I opened the box, but inside of it was a heart shaped rose gold colored, ruby jeweled butt plug of a medium size. As soon as I saw the butt plug, it clicked on what the note on the card meant. I leaned down to say thank you with a kiss, then reached for the box with the 2 on it.

I once again opened the card first, reading what it said, "For the nights when I have to travel and am not there when you want me, I hope this helps fu'fill' those moments until we can be together again." I put the card down and opened the box to find an 8" vibrating dildo complete with ball sack. I took it in my hands and it felt like a replica of Michael's hard cock, and I loved it. Once again I leaned over and gave Michael another big thank you kiss.

Michael handed me box 3, and I could read in his face with this one, showing a glimmer of hope and a little bit of hesitation as he gave it to me. I opened the card, and it said, "I know this gift might seem a little backwards from what I am saying, but it is a gift to show my commitment to you, and yours to me. You are the only person I want to be with, and I hope you feel the same way." I put the card down and opened the box to find a rose gold colored chastity device that matched the butt plug from the first box. It was so pretty, and I couldn't wait to put it on.

I basically attacked Michael with kisses and hugs, thanking him over and over again and saying yes, I would love to be his one and only girl. As I am kissing him, I push him onto his back, climbing on top feeling his cock getting harder than I think I have ever felt it before. I ask him if he wants to help me put on the chastity device and take the key, and he says yes before I even finish the question. He grabs the device out of the box, and has me guide it over my flaccid little cock as he puts the ring behind my testicles and locks it to the device. As soon as it clicks, I feel an insatiable lust wave over me, and I slide down and guide Michael's hard cock right into me. I don't stop going down on it until I feel his balls against my ass cheeks, and with a couple of squeezes of my ass, I start riding up and down on him taking it all in.

I am not sure how long I was riding him, but I was in pure bliss, and then he stopped and flipped us over so I was now on my back looking up at him as he continued to pound my ass. He felt so good inside of me, I didn't want it to ever stop. After a little while of his pounding, he started to tense up and I could feel his cum jetting into my ass, re-coating everything that he had splashed before. He came in what seemed like buckets this time, and when he started to soften and pull out, I quickly inserted the new butt plug he had gotten for me to show him how much I wanted to keep him inside of me. We spooned like that together until we both fell asleep in sexual bliss.

When I awoke in the morning, Michael was already up and in the shower. I quickly patted my way into the bathroom and took care of some much needed morning business, and then I joined him in the shower. Without a word, I dropped to my knees and engulfed Michael's freshly rinsed and hardened cock. He felt so good in my mouth, I couldn't get enough. When I could feel him ready to blow his load, I slowed down and played with him some, edging him at least three times before I got off my knees and spread myself in the corner, begging him to fuck me one more time. He wasted no time sliding into me, giving me all 8 inches of his manhood in my deepest, darkest places. He fucked me for about 10 minutes or so, and then said he wanted me to swallow him and pulled out. He washed his cock off real quick so it didn't lose any of his hardness, and then I dropped on my knees so he could fuck my face.

It wasn't long before I swallowed him down, taking all his delicious squirmies on one last deep dive into my tummy. He must have shot four or five jets of semen into me, and again it seemed like a boatload of cum. When he was spent, I cleaned him up to make sure I didn't miss a drop, then we washed each other under the shower making sure we were both good and clean. When we were done, we toweled each other off and I went to collect my clothes and try to sneak back down to my suite to change. I got somewhat dressed, slipping on my panties and sweater dress, carrying my stockings, bra, purse, and boots. I went for the elevator and made it down to my floor before running into the other gentleman on my floor. He smiled at me as he got on the elevator to go down, and I went into my room to change.

I stripped out of my clothes I had on now, putting on a new pair of panties, pantyhose, and matching bra, but leaving off the breast plate or breast forms for now. I threw on an oversized sweashirt and a pair of somewhat gender neutral, but definitely leaning feminine jeans and a pair of white Keds sneakers. I fixed my hair normally, not wearing a wig, and wore no make up, but forgot all about the nails I was wearing. I gathered up everything that I had was definitely keeping, and got it all lined up by the door.

One last check of the suite and I grabbed my room key card and the first of the bags and headed towards my car. I had gotten the first run of bags to the elevator and pressed the button, when I ran into the man from the other suite again as he was coming off the elevator when it arrived, this time with rolls from the nearby bakery and a paper. He smiled at me and nodded, and I did the same, and I got on the elevator. About 5 mintues later, when I had the first load in the car and was heading back to the suite to get the rest, the man from the other suite was standing in his room door frame smiling, and made a comment that he liked my nails. I took a double take at my hands, and quickly tried to hide my fingernails although it was obviously too late. I blushed about 50 shades of red, and my floor mate saw it.

He then stepped out of his doorway holding out a cup of coffee to me and asking me if I would like to come in and talk. I didn't know what else to do, so I accepted his offer and made my way into his suite. He led me to the dining table and we sat down, and he broke the ice by saying that he had noticed me at check in, and then again coming out of the suite, and thought I make a very attractive young woman. He said that he would like to get to know me better, and offered to take me out on a date sometime. I was totally awestruck that this handsome man out of the blue asked me out, and before I could stammer out an answer, he put his business card in front of me on the table and told me to give him a call sometime when I am ready to answer.

He then just made small talk, telling me that his name was David and he came here often on business as well as traveling to other places for about half the year, but the other half of the year he lived in his cabin on the outskirts of North Pole, Alaska. He asked me about myself, working in the hotel, about my dressing, and so on. We chatted for nearly two hours as David was very easy to talk to and open up with, as his demeanor was just so comforting. When I realized what time it was, I told him that I had to get going, and that I had a lovely conversation with him. When we went to shake hands, he took mine in his and raised it to his lips to give it a kiss. It was very sweet, and I don't know what came over me, but I gave him a kiss on his cheek before turning and leaving.

I made my way out and back to my suite to collect the rest of the luggage to take to my car, and got it all there with no incident. The roads had been cleared, so I drove home and unloaded everything into the living room, and got to work putting things away. As I was getting things put away, Michael came up behind me (I had given him a key to my home and never heard him come in) and made me jump from the shock of him being there. He had grabbed me by the hips as I was bending down and putting shoes away in the closet, and since I was so close to the wall with my head, I only could back up to see who was there, pushing my ass right into his crotch. I could feel he was already hard, and for his beautiful cock, I am always in the mood (even if I have had it only a few hours before and I wasn't totally in femme right now).

I stood up, and Michael threw his arm around my chest and started to kiss my neck, knowing how much that turns me into putty in his hands. Before long, he has me stripped out of my clothes except for my bra and panties, which are pulled to the side as he buries his cock deep into me once again. From the time he slides in to when he finally cums deep inside of me, he controls all the pace and I am loving every minute of it. When he softens and pulls out, he grabs the butt plug, that he had purchased for me and given to me the night before, and slides it into me before pulling my panties back up. He climbs off of me and we get dressed, going out into the kitchen to talk.

Michael starts off slowly, even though we have been close and intimate for quite a while now, and starts telling me that he had gotten a call from corporate a short while ago, and that they had changed their mind (due to another manager getting fired at a bigger hotel and he needs to leave immediately) about which hotel they wanted him to take over and run, and he wouldn't be able to take anyone with him. I started to cry as I listened, then he tried to console me by taking my hand and letting me know the second part of what he needed to say. He said he spoke to Helen, the manager that would be taking his place at the hotel, and she wanted to keep me on the job at the hotel. She even wants to promote me, putting me full time in charge of the storage room and taking over the inventory room. It would involve a $300 a week raise too. He got up to hug me and tell me that everything would be alright, and that he could fly me to him for romantic weekends whenever he wanted and I was free.

I don't think that is exactly what he meant, more like when I wanted and he was free, but I just used it as an excuse to blow up at him and tell him that I wasn't just some cheap whore that he could keep on his beck and call. I told him I wanted to think about a few things, and would he please leave and I would see about calling him later. Michael did as I asked, and after a little while I called him back. By the time I did, he must have thought it out and realized what he said was backwards, and apologized many times over for the gaff. Things went much better on the phone after that, and we chatted a little longer before we hung up.

I went in and wiped off the tears from my face and then went back to putting things away. I got a call from Helen to let me know of my promotion, and she asked if she could stop by to talk things over in person. She has been to my home many times before, as we are friends out of work as well as coworkers and have a great relationship. She said she would be over in about a half an hour or so, and I told her that I would put the coffee on.

I quickly put the last of the stuff away in the closet and bedroom, then made my way into the kitchen on my way to my safe room/office to put the money into my gun cabinet. I have a nice collection of weapons, and I keep a good amount of cash in there that I like to have on hand just in case. I get that all secured and come back out into the kitchen to get the pods out for the Keurig machine just as the doorbell was ringing. I let Helen in and we went back out to the kitchen and I started the coffee for her, and a hot chocolate for me.

In a minute or so we were sitting at the kitchen table, and she commented on my nails. She knew I was a crossdresser, and spent as much time as I could dressing to feel as feminine as I can. She explained about what happened with everything at work, and how it all changed because of the manager at the Manhattan hotel stealing over twenty thousand dollars from the hotel and guests. Corporate wanted Michael to go and manage the hotel, but put one of the top security investigators there to watch everything during the transition, taking the position that I was going to get. She didn't think it was fair to me with all the hard work that I put in, so she thought the position of inventory and storage specialist would be perfect for me. She knew of the arrangement that I had with Michael with the abandoned luggage, and the corporate heads are so happy with the arrangements with the shelters that they don't want to lose it.

That is when she hit me with the biggest bombshell, that the higher ups at Corporate want me to travel to some of our other larger hotels in the chain and help them set up channels where they can donate left items to their local shelters and eliminate the pile up of luggage and other items that are left. Each state and city has different rules, so making guidelines and looking up each area's rules is a big task, but the higher ups say they believe in me and want me to take on the challenge if I think I am up to it. I tell her I am up to the task, but we would have to make sure that there are some very trustworthy people doing it. She asked what I meant, and I told her that the person that does the job can not corners on the time period that we keep the luggage, anything to do with firearms or drugs, or anything that they might think is possibly stolen. Once the person starts opening things, anything is fair game except those certain things, but making sure to wait the proper amount of time.

Helen tells me to write down my thoughts, and when I give corporate my answer, I can let them know of the basic guidelines in order for this to work. Then she told me how I would be paid travel time and expenses when going to the other hotels to train folks, and that I could be "myself" when I traveled as the company also put out a new policy about discrimination, making sure that the trans/non binary community was included. She also told me that it would be 2-3 days a week that I would be traveling, but the other days would be here doing the inventory/storage job and set my own hours while I was here.

With all that being said, I told her that I accept it all and can't wait to get started. I called and told Michael the news, and he again apologized for his word gaff, and wanted to come over to celebrate with me for both our promotions. I told him that would be great, but before celebrating, we would have to talk more. He sounded like a giddy school boy in agreeing to that, and said he would be over in a little while.

When he got to my place, he came in as usual, and I was at the kitchen table with a hot cocoa for each one of us, and I was made up casual wearing some light make up, bulky green sweater, black leggings, fuzzy green socks that matched the sweater, and of course bra and panties underneath (although I skipped the breast plate this time). Michael handed me a bouquet of roses he picked up, which he helped me immediately get into a vase and put on the table before we sat down to chat. When we did sit down, he again apologized, which was so nice but by now not needed from him, it was my turn to apologize for blowing up. I told him I was so sorry, and how I was happy for him moving up in the corporation, and that I was happy with the new position that I got after Helen came over and explained it to me better.

We chatted about our new jobs and what ideas we have for them, being apart, my dressing, and a whole bunch of other things. Before long, we were back to normal and Michael asked me out to dinner. He said he felt like somewhere fancy, so he wanted to go home and change and pick me up later, but I was to dress nice for him (which meant he wanted me to get all dolled up and sexy for him). I told him that I had the perfect dress for dinner, and I would be ready at 6 or so. I kissed him goodbye and said see you later, and out the door he went.

I immediately went into the bedroom to get out the outfit that I had in mind, a form fitting burgundy, knee length, scoop neckline dress, wine colored bra and matching panties, nude pantyhose. I pulled out my breast forms, opting for them instead of the breast plate for this evening. The last thing I pulled out were a pair of wine colored pumps that matched the dress, as well as a small black leather purse and my knee length, black leather jacket. I laid everything out on the bed before going into the bathroom to start cleaning up myself, both inside and out.

An enema was the first thing I took care of, making sure to hold it in as long as I could before evacuating all the nasties out. The shower was next, making sure to wash and condition my hair as well as moisturize my body once I turned the water off. I get totally dried off by patting myself with a towel before making my way back into the bedroom to get dressed and do my make up and hair. I look at the clock and see that I still have plenty of time before Michael will pick me up, so I take extra special care with doing my make up, wiping off once or twice because things didn't look right to me. When I finally felt it was right, I took the towel off my hair and started to do that. A little brushing, teasing, curling, and it took shape into a very cute look.

Getting dressed was next, starting with my panties and pantyhose, then my bra and breast forms and making sure the sat right in the pockets of the bra. The dress was next and when I put it on, I felt a glow come over me like it was the first time I had worn it and found the new me. The shoes were next, followed by my jewelry. Garnet teardrop earrings, matching necklace, and a few rings to adorn my fingers finished up the outfit. I thought I looked good in the bedroom mirror, but wanted to check it all out so I went out to the foyer where I have a full length mirror, and what I saw took my breath away. I felt this was the best that I have ever looked, and was hoping that Michael would think the same thing.

Michael arrived not long after I had gotten ready, and when he saw me his jaw dropped. I took that as a good sign, and before I let him kiss me and possibly mess up my lipstick, I pointed to my jacket which he picked up and helped put it on me. I picked up my purse, then realized that I hadn't packed anything in it, so I ran back to the bedroom to get my lipstick, powder, money, matching wallet, and ID. When I came back out, Michael opened the door and away we went.

He was the perfect gentleman, opening and closing the car door, giving me his hand as I got in, and making sure everything was good. He showered me with compliments on the entire drive to the restaurant. When we got to the restaurant, the valet opened the door for me and held his hand out to assist me getting out of the car, which I gladly took for the help. I waited on the sidewalk as Michael came around the car, taking his arm to walk into the restaurant. We checked in with the Maitre'd, who immediately seated us towards the back of the restaurant in a nice semi-private booth.

A nice white wine was at the table for us, with glasses poured as soon as we were seated. Bread was then brought out to the table, and the waiter gave us a list of appetizers, salad options, and soups and we chose which we would like. While we waited, Michael seemed to be fidgeting about something. I tried to read his face about it, but he didn't give anything away. The rest of the delicious dinner pretty much went the same, like Michael had something on the tip of his tongue to say, but just couldn't seem to get it out.

Just as we were getting ready to order our desert, Michael excused himself for a few minutes for what I thought was a trip to the bathroom. When he came back, the waiter also returned with a nice dessert wine also. He poured us both a glass before taking his leave, and Michael took my hand over the table and asked me, "Even though the company is moving us apart, over the last few years I have grown to love spending time with you Bobbi, and I really want it to continue. I know you have been thinking of going full time, which if that is what you want I would support your decision fully and I know you would look beautiful as you always do to me. With all that being said, I would like you to be my steady girl and we can see how things go from there. Would that be something you would like?"

If it wasn't for the wine on the table, I would have jumped over to him and smothered him with kisses. Tears started to stream down my eyes as I said, "Yes, yes, YES!" over and over again. When I said that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box and opened it towards me. Inside it was a beautiful solitaire diamond on a gold band. He got up out of his seat and took the ring from the box and slid it up my finger, and I pulled him to me for a big hug and kiss. I told him that I would love to be his steady girl and I couldn't be happier. We ended skipping dessert and Michael paid the check, and we made our way out into the evening.

The valet pulled Michael's car up for us, helped me in as Michael went to the other side and got in himself. We drove to a nice, secluded spot that overlooked the city, parked the car, and took a stroll to one of the many benches that were there. We sat on the bench, and I leaned in and put my head on his shoulder as we talked about the future and what it we hoped would happen, where we would make our home base so to speak (we ended up choosing my home since I owned my own house already), how we would split up travel to see each other, and so many other things. Before we knew it, an unexpected snow was starting to fall again and we needed to get back to the car.

Michael started the car and while it warmed up, we made out like we were in lover's lane somewhere. When the car was warm, we slowly made our way back to my house. Michael walked me up to the front door, making sure I wouldn't slip in my heels, and gave me a toe curling good night kiss before I went inside and he had to leave. Once inside, I just stopped in the doorway and kept looking at my hand with the diamond on the ring finger, and reality kind of hit me. What have I just said yes too?

If you liked this story and want to see it continue, please leave a comment below. Both positive and negative comments are welcome, as I would like to keep trying to get better as a writer. Hugs and kisses ~ Bobbi