My Landlady Had Different Plans - Final Part

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"The museum?" Jessica asked as we turned into the parking lot 20 minutes later.

"You'll see," I said.

It was late, and the museum was closing.

"Hey Joseph," I called out to the security guard.

"Hey, Miss Kelly," he responded amiably.

"Joseph, this is Jessica Johnson. She's my..." I paused. What was I supposed to call Jessica? We weren't sisters yet. And I wanted to say something more than 'my landlady's daughter'.

"... she's my best friend," I said.

Jessica looked at me, surprised, before turning back to Joseph.

"A pleasure to meet you," she said, shaking his hand.

"The pleasure's all mine," he responded with a warm smile. "Miss Kelly, I'm just about to do my rounds and lock up. Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Joseph. I have my keys. I'll be sure to bolt the door and set the alarm."

"Very good. You ladies have a nice evening!"

I led Jessica to the far side of the building, pulled out my keys from my purse, and unlocked a nondescript steel door in the side of the building to reveal a narrow set of stairs spiraling up a square staircase.

"What is this?" Jessica asked.

"You'll see," I teased.

We came out on the roof of the building to a narrow walkway. Already, the view was amazing. I led Jessica across the roof as she oohed and aahhed over how high up we were. At the end of the walkway was another locked door that I opened, revealing another narrow staircase.

"Look," I pointed out as we walked up the stairs. "Graphiti from the original construction crew in 1892."

We finally made it to the top, where there was a small platform with a low ceiling. I unlocked the hatch door in the ceiling, and we clambered up the narrow stairs into the clock room. The setting sun glinted through the vent slats on both sides of the enormous, nine-foot clock face.

"Oh my gosh," Jessica said, staring around at the machinery.

"Listen," I said.

We stood very still and could hear the slow, soothing clunks, turns, and taps of the iron machinery of the clock.

"It's been newly restored," I explained, "as part of the new clock-making exhibit. The clock hadn't worked in 29 years until yesterday. It's 100% mechanical and powered by weights that have to be manually wound each week."

"I love the smell," Jessica said. It was a smell of old oak hardwood and oil, with the cool breeze from the river outside.

"There's more," I said. I looked nervously at my watch, realizing that we were running out of time.

I walked across a narrow catwalk to the far side, where there was another staircase (steeper this time) into the ceiling. Climbing up (struggling because of my heels and dress!,) we ascended into the bell room, with bells and large metal hammers connected to the clock below.

"The view!" Jessica gasped, looking out the open windows.

"We need to hurry," I said, crossing to the other side. One last ladder and one final hatch, and we emerged onto the narrow square roof of the clock tower. The highest structure in the city, by law.

"Cover your ears!" and we both plugged our ears as the clock struck the introductory chimes and then 6 deep, resonant bongs for six o'clock.

The effect was everything I could have hoped for. Standing at the top of the world, the city spread before us, the sky a brilliant deep blue, a warm breeze flowing from the river, the setting sun glinting off the water below, feeling the chimes resonate through our bodies... it was a moment of pure j,oy a feeling of deep connection with this point in time and the universe.

I rolled out the blankets and pillows I'd hidden earlier, and we sat while I pulled out a picnic spread with cheese and sausage, tapenade, vegetables, and wine. The railing on the roof was only ornamental, about 2 feet high, and so we could watch as the sun slowly set over the horizon, covering our ears and giggling every time the clock chimed the 15-minute marks.

"Thank you," Jessica said. "This is... amazing."

The lights of the city below started to blink on. The color of the sky became a gorgeous midnight blue to deep purple ombré. I snuggled close to her, starting to feel a chill from the night air. She put her arm around me.

"This city has so many memories," she said. "I can see my boarding school, on the hilltop in the distance over there. That field on the left is where we put on the Elizabethan Rout every year as a fundraiser. I played the queen in my senior year. And down there's my elementary school. And the playground where I played soccer with the neighbor kids. And that forest where I lost my virginity."

I started and looked up at her.

"Yeah, it was a disaster," Jessica shrugged. "He barely got it in before it spurted. We were drinking around a bonfire in the forest, and then he and I went out into the woods, lay down a blanket, and just did it."

"I can see your apartment," I said, changing the subject. "Well, I guess it's not your apartment anymore, is it?"

"Nope, I turned in the keys this morning."

"Are you going to miss living here?" I asked.

Jessica looked around.

"I..." she hesitated. "I don't know," she said, finally. "I know everyone and their children, it seems. But sometimes it can be so suffocating. But then again..."

"Yes...?"

"Well... It's comfortable too. It feels like home."

"Well, I love it here," I said, as I hugged her close and put my head on her shoulders. "I never want to live anywhere else."

Jessica turned to me, her eyes watery, and just like that, we were kissing.

Ohhh... I melted into her arms, as our lips warmed up and our bodies pressed into each other, and stars winked on in the deepening twilight.

It was now or never.

"I love you," I whispered, looking her straight in the eyes.

"I love you too."

It happened so naturally that I didn't realize what was happening until I felt Jessica stiffen. It was only then that I realized: She loves me! Oh my god, she loves me!!

I looked into her eyes, hoping for confirmation, but all I got was panic.

"I... I have to go," Jessica said, brusquely, disentangling herself from me. "This has been, uh, amazing. But I really need to..." She never finished her sentence and instead disappeared down the hatch and was gone.

I called Mrs. Johnson on my cell to pick me up, and then I gathered the picnic gear and carefully carried it downstairs, locking the doors and setting the alarms as I went.

And I kept my emotions in check, that is, until Mrs. Johnson asked, "How'd it go?" And then I burst into tears.

"She left!" I wailed. "We were on the roof, and everything was perfect, and we were snuggling and kissing, and then she left!!"

"Why did she leave?" Mrs. Johnson asked, confused.

"I don't know," I lamented. "Maybe it's because she said 'I love you.'"

"SHE WHAT?"

"She said, 'I love you,' " I explained in a meek voice. "I told her 'I love you,' and she said 'I love you too,' and it must have been a mistake because she immediately jumped up and left."

"Oh, honey, I don't think it's a mistake. I think she really does love you."

"Really? But isn't that even more horrible? We spent all this time and effort trying to get her to love me, and it worked?? and now she's still leaving for Boston??"

I descended into tears again.

"I know, I know," said Mrs. Johnson, pulling me to her breast, hugging me. "It's confusing. I don't know. Oh my dear, it will all be okay."

"But how? How will it all be okay?"

"I don't know," she said. "I don't know."

"I just feel," I said, desperate and lost, "that I've lost her forever. I should have never said 'I love you!' I should have never said that. I scared her away!"

"Is it true?" Mrs. Johnson asked softly.

"Is what true?"

"Do you love her? Do you love Jessica?"

I looked up into her kind face, my eyes overflowing yet again.

"Yes," I said. "I love her so much!"

"Then it was not a mistake," said Mrs. Johnson, hugging me. "It is never a mistake to tell someone you love them when you really do."

Mrs. Johnson made me sleep with her that night. She felt I was too overwrought to be trusted on my own.

We woke up early the next day, Monday, and got dressed for court. I had completely forgotten until Mrs. Johnson reminded me that morning that this was the day of the adoption hearing. After today, I will become officially Mrs. Johnson's daughter.

I dressed up in a classy, grass-green A-line dress with these wonderful pleats in the bodice and a dark-blue belt.

"Just perfect for court," Mrs. Johnson had said, before sitting me down to style my hair.

Putting on my Tiffany watch that morning had extra meaning. Now, with Jessica gone, it was just me and Mrs. Johnson. And after the hearing, we would be joined together legally.

"Finding no impropriety in this arrangement, and all parties being of sound and able mind and body..."

Mrs. Johnson and I were standing before the judge's bench, holding hands. I was about to become her daughter! I looked up at her, feeling so grateful that she would take me in like this.

"...and there being no extenuating circumstances or objection from other interested parties..."

I fingered my watch and vowed, from that moment forward, to make sure that I would be her constant companion, no matter what. Her dutiful daughter, making her life as graceful, happy, and beautiful as possible, for as long as I could.

"... I hereby grant this petition in favor of the Adult Adoption of Miss. Melissa Kelly, formerly Paul Kelly, by Mrs. Isabelle Johnson, on this the fourteenth day of September, two-thousand--"

"I OBJECT!"

A door slammed behind us. Startled, we both turned around.

"Jessica!" Mrs. Johnson said, startled. "What are you doing here??"

She looked awful, bleary and tired, and still wearing the dress she put on at the Tennis Club. But there was a fierce glint in her eyes as she stalked up to the bench.

"I'm here to stop this adoption," she said. "Melissa cannot be your daughter!"

"Why not?" Mrs. Johnson said, incensed. "I thought you were in favor of this?"

"I was, but now I'm not. Judge Kenworthy, I am an interested party. I am the true biological daughter of Mrs. Johnson--"

"The court is well aware of your relationship to the petitioner," said the judge, dryly, obviously not pleased to have this commotion in his well-ordered courtroom.

"And I strenuously object to this adoption," she said. "It cannot go forward."

"But why?" I cried, desperate and frustrated. My emotions were boiling - first shock and surprise at seeing Jessica, and now hot anger at why she was stopping this??

"Because," Jessica said, turning to me. She reached out and grasped my hands. I felt her shaking.

"Because," she continued. "I looked it up. If you're my adopted sister, then we cannot get married. It would be against the law. Siblings cannot marry each other, even adopted siblings."

There was a full five seconds of silence in the court, as the meaning of her sentence sank in.

"Married...?" I hesitated to ask.

Jessica dropped to one knee.

Oh no! Oh no! OH NO!!! OH YES!!!

"Melissa," she started, pulling out a velvet-covered box.

"Oh my gosh!" Mrs. Johnson said, from behind. And then the tears began to flow in earnest, from all of us!

"Melissa," Jessica said. "Would you be my wife?"

Jessica opened the box to show me the engagement ring. A gorgeous Victorian ring, clearly a family heirloom. I would find out later that it was formerly Mrs. Johnson's engagement ring from Mr. Johnson (from his mother), before she gave it to Jessica after he died.

"YES!" I cried, waves joy flowing through me. "Yes! Oh, yes!"

"Good," Jessica said, standing and pulling me into a kiss as the courtroom applauded around us. "Because I want you to be mine. Forever."

As it turns out, Jessica had made it all the way to Boston and checked into the hotel before turning back to claim me. It was that close. Another hour or two, and it might never have happened.

"I thought I would find you at home, but then I realized that you were at court! And so I drove here as fast as I could, running red lights all the way, and almost didn't make it!"

"I hadn't realized that adopted siblings couldn't marry," Mrs. Johnson said. "Otherwise, I would have never agreed to it."

"Me neither," I said, grasping Jessica's hand. "Not when there was still even the faintest glimmer of hope that you would come to your senses," I smiled up at her.

"You may come to regret it," Jessica said, teasing.

"Never!" I said defiantly.

"Really? Cleaning up after me? Cooking our meals? Tending to my every intimate need?"

"It sounds glorious!" I said, without an ounce of sarcasm, meaning every word.

"Ahem!" the judge said. It was clear that he was trying to maintain some decorum, but through it all, you could see his grin. "Well, as interested parties have raised reasonable and well-founded objections, I have no choice but to deny this petition of adoption." He banged the gavel. "Now, if there is no further business for the court..."

"Would you marry us?" Jessica said, suddenly inspired. "Right now?"

"I OBJECT!" Mrs. Johnson stepped in.

"Mother!!" Jessica turned on her.

"You are NOT getting married in court! You will have a big CHURCH WEDDING and Melissa will have a beautiful wedding gown and that is THAT!"

"But Mommmm!" Jessica whined.

"No, young lady! Now march! We have planning to do!"

"But where am I going to stay?" Jessica said.

We were snuggled up in my bedroom. It had been a strange and hectic day.

For some reason, Jessica wanted to have me by her side the entire day. I wasn't allowed to leave her. We even went to the bathroom together!

We first stopped at her office, where she announced that she would not be moving the offices after all, and then announced our engagement! There was lots of oohing and aahing from all of the ladies in the office over my engagement ring, and lots of relief from the entire staff. It was clear that no one except Jessica had been in favor of the move.

"Thank you," Joanne, the office manager, said, giving me a hug.

"For what?" I asked, honestly confused.

"For keeping Jessica here. For being you. For capturing her heart."

"I'm the one whose heart feels captured," I said softly.

"It's clear she's head over heels for you," Joanne said. "I've never seen her so happy."

On our way to my office, Jessica and I had a heart-to-heart.

"I want you to resign from your internship."

"Really?" I looked at her, eyes wide. "I was really starting to fit in. I... I like it there."

Jessica pulled into the parking lot, parked, and turned off the car. She turned to me and held my hands in hers.

"I want you to resign from your internship," Jessica repeated, "to be my stay-at-home wife. If we are to get married..."

If?? I fretted.

"... then I must be absolutely certain that you are completely mine. You must obey me. Always. In everything. Do you know what a 'Wife Led Marriage' is?"

"Yes," I said, looking down. "Your mother mentioned it on the first day I met her."

"It means that the wife makes all the decisions and the husband is secondary. It means that the husband gives up his life to support his wife in her pursuits. Do you understand?"

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I was naturally submissive; I had already come to that realization, and so this talk from Jessica was turning me on. But at the same time, I had my career, and now she was demanding that I give it up. Give it up for her.

"Of course," Jessica continued, "you are the wife in this relationship and I am the husband, so the expression 'wife-led marriage' doesn't apply, but the concept is what I want. I want to own you. I claim you as my one-hundred-percent devoted wife, and you must be willing to give your life to me, so that I am free to pursue my goals in the world. You must obey me in everything. You must let me make the final decision, always. That's what it means to be my wife. Can you be that person?"

My breath was coming out in short gasps. There was no indecision on my part. My love for Jessica was so strong that I would gladly give my life up for her. I just hadn't realized it would happen so quickly, so thoroughly, and so completely.

And so I hesitated, but not because I didn't know the answer. I hesitated because this was a big moment. The moment when I would officially put my life into her hands. The moment when I agreed to become Jessica's dutiful wife and I would obey her forever. She would own me, and it would be my pleasure to be owned by her - my pleasure to obey her, my pleasure to give my life to make hers more successful and happy.

"Yes," I said, sealing my fate. "Yes, I can be the wife you want me to be. I want to be that person; I will be that person. All I want in life is to be your wife and take care of you."

"That's my girl," said Jessica, kissing me.

As we got out of the car and walked to the museum, I thought about all of those early days. All of those warnings from Jessica about how I would end up under her mother's thumb, and how she would be running my life. But all along, Jessica was subconsciously warning me about herself - not her mother. All along, it was Jessica who would be my master, who would run my life, who would tell me what to do.

I reached out and put my hand in hers. Jessica squeezed it.

I first made the announcement to the museum director, who looked up as if he understood and had expected this all along. He then gathered the staff together, and I made the announcement to them as well.

"I am," I took a deep breath, "I am resigning as your intern," I said. I looked up at Jessica. "Do you all know Jessica Johnson? She and I... will be..." I gulped.

"Go ahead," Jessica encouraged.

"She and I are getting married!" I said, finally, showing my engagement ring.

"NO WAY!" said Janice (my boss) loudly. "You can't be serious!"

"It's true," I just looked at her and shrugged. "We are... we are in love," I added, looking up into Jessica's eyes.

"But what am I going to do?" Janice said, looking at the director. "Who is going to do your tours now? You're the only one trained on the new clock exhibit!"

"We'll figure something out," said Richard Anderson, the director.

"I don't see what the problem is," said Jessica. "It's not like she's leaving."

"That's right," I said. "Wait... what?"

"Melissa is only resigning as your intern," Jessica said. "She'll still be working here, just as a volunteer."

"I will?" I blurted out, without thinking. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," Jessica laughed. "It's what we discussed, don't you remember?"

"Oh, right!" I said. "So you see, Janice, nothing's really going to change. I'm just going from, uh... unpaid intern to, I guess, unpaid volunteer. So, I'll still be able to do those tours."

"Oh! Well, okay then," said Jessica, smiling. "That'll work. Ooh! That means I have more budget for next year!"

I looked into Jessica's eyes and saw her twinkle at me. You devil! Were my unspoken words to her. This was all a test, wasn't it? This was your plan all along! I felt a flood of relief and affection for her flow through me as I hugged her arm and pulled her close to me.

After that, there were a lot of 'congratulations' and 'let me see the ring!' from all of the staff. Jessica stayed by my side the entire time, proud of her acquisition.

But there was one more thing I had to do before I was allowed to leave. Judy, the office manager, pulled out the forms.

"This one is to resign your position as a temporary employee," she said.

"Voluntary Termination," it said at the top. Under "reason", there was a check box beside "Marriage".

"Sign there," she pointed at the bottom.

I took another minute to soak it all in. I was terminating my employment so I could get married to Jessica. I took the pen and signed 'Melissa Kelly' at the bottom.

"And here is the form for part-time volunteers," she said.

Jessica squeezed my shoulder gently as I signed.

"Do you need the volunteer packet?" Judy asked, teasing me.

"You mean the one I wrote?" I laughed.

When we finally got home late that afternoon, Jessica and I were so horny that she dragged me to my bedroom, where she stripped and then pushed me down between her legs until she was satisfied.

"I guess I need to take care of you now, don't I?" Jessica said, her hand stroking my cheek as I rested with my cheek against her thigh.

"I... ah, no. Not really," I blushed.

"Melissa?"

"It seems that my body has, uh, taken care of itself," I admitted, to Jessica's delighted laughter. "I need to go change my panties."

After cleaning up, I came back and snuggled in her arms.

"But where am I going to stay?" Jessica said, out of the blue. "I no longer have an apartment. I gave the keys to the landlord yesterday, and the new tenants are probably already moved in. I checked out of my room in Boston. I have no place to sleep tonight. And at some point, I guess we'll have to find a new place to stay."

"No, we won't," I said. "We'll stay here."

"What? Move back into my mother's place? Hell no!"

"Why not?"

"Because..." Jessica thought for a second. "It feels like a step backwards."

"But it's not!" I said, with a sudden surge of emotion. I sat up and looked at Jessica.

"Don't you see?" I continued. "It's a step forward, not backwards. I know you've never forgiven your mother for how she treated your father. But don't you see?

You are just like her. And I am just like him - only without the business stuff, of course. But I really do feel like I understand him. I've been sleeping in his room, I've been wearing his clothes, and I've fallen head-over-heels in love with his daughter, a strong, Johnson woman who controls my life, and I am so happy! If only your father had been born in a more permissive time, I imagine he would have transitioned like I did. Don't you think so?

And all this time you've been blaming your mother for how she treated your father, but the truth is this: He loved her.

He wanted her to be strong. He wanted to be owned and dominated by her, in exactly the same way I want to be owned and dominated by you! Yes, he had a company, and yes, he ran it and was the consummate business owner, but it was his home life where he could be completely and comfortably himself. Don't you see?"

Jessica was looking at me, astonished. I took some deep breaths.

"Jessica, you gave me this watch, and you made me promise to always take care of your mother. It is a promise I will never break. I will always be there for her, and in order to do that, I need to stay here, to be in the same house as her, so I can always be there for her. She's so lonely, and she needs me, and she needs you, too. She really does. It breaks my heart to think of leaving her in this large, empty house all alone."

"Oh, she'll get another renter," Jessica began.

"I don't want her to get another renter!" I interrupted, hotly. "I want to be the one! I love her, and I am going to stay with her because I promised I would and I want to. This is the house your father built. It is the Johnson family homestead. This is where you belong. These are your roots.

This is where I want to raise our family, in this gorgeous, enormous house on this amazing property with that huge yard and those fantastic woods. The same house where you grew up.

With their grandmother to help me take care of them and to keep them company, and to train me to be the best and most proper wife I can be. And if you don't see that..."

I took the engagement ring off my finger.

"... then I guess you'll need to take this back."

I was shaking. I hadn't looked up at Jessica the whole time; I was so afraid of what she was thinking. I could just imagine her getting angrier and angrier, her face red as fire about to explode. And so I sat there, holding the ring, my eyes closed, my heart pounding...

...and the next thing I felt was her taking the ring from me...

... and then she held my hand and slipped it back on my finger.

"There, there," she said, pulling me into a hug. "If it means that much to you," she teased, "then of course, we'll stay. You are so smart, Melissa. You are absolutely correct about this house. I feel it. I feel it pulling me back home. It's a force which I've resisted ever since I became a teenager, but now I understand, thanks to you, that it's time to come home."

"Oh, thank you, Jessica!" I cried, tears flowing freely now. "Thank you, thank you!"

Mrs. Johnson had been out (making wedding arrangements!) until late that evening. When she got home, we sat together in the living room, and Jessica asked her if it was okay to move back and for us to live here as a married couple and raise our family here.

"Oh, Jessica!" Mrs. Johnson said, bursting into tears. "Of course it's okay!"

And as they hugged, Mrs. Johnson looked at me and mouthed, 'Thank you, Melissa'.

"But we'll have to renovate!" Mrs. Johnson said, suddenly.

"Renovate?" I asked.

"Yes, of course! And there's not a moment to lose! Of course, you two will take the master bedroom, and I'll move downstairs! I've been meaning to move anyway, so I don't have to go up and down those stairs all the time..."

And so we hugged and laughed and planned all night long.

Until Jessica dragged me upstairs to bed.

Will my wifely duties never end? I thought to myself as I serviced her.

Oh, I hope not, was my answer to myself. I hope they never end!

Epilogue.

Somehow, I don't know how, but Mrs. Johnson and I were able to pull together the wedding in just 6 weeks.

And, oh! You should have seen the bachelorette party. We had a combined party, with all of Jessica's girlfriends, and (blush) you should have seen the number of strap-ons we got. It was like the only thing anyone could think of. And every time Jessica opened a package and there was this big rubber dildo with straps, all I could say was "Oh no!" in a squeaky voice, "not another one!"

People were laughing so hard they were literally lying on the floor, gasping.

When the day arrived, as was appropriate to her new role as husband, Jessica wore a totally handsome, carefully tailored black and silk tuxedo:

While I was engulfed in layers and layers of tulle and lace, with lace gloves, an up-do bun, and a delicate lace embroidered bodice with a sweetheart neckline. And look at my waist! The corset training had done its job.

Of course, since I was the bride, I had four bridesmaids, with my sister as the maid-of-honor, and with Joanne, Janice, and Judy. And Jessica had four groomsmen, including one old boyfriend (I wasn't jealous at all... okay, maybe a little bit), an old family friend of her father's, and one of her co-workers.

And it was sublime. My mother was there too, plus one of my brothers (my father and other brothers were too freaked out about it to attend - jerks).

And you'll never guess who walked me up the aisle? Mrs. Johnson.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, absolutely," I said. "I already talked about it with my mother, and she's perfectly OK with it. Mrs. Johnson, would you please walk me down the aisle and 'give me away' to your daughter?"

"I would be honored," Mrs. Johnson said, giving me a big hug. "Oh, Melissa, you are just the most amazing person ever. Thank you."

And so Mrs. Johnson walked me down the aisle and gave me away to her daughter, Jessica. I felt it was a perfect miniature re-enactment of my entire life ever since I first became her renter. And now I'm her daughter-in-law!

The wedding was held at the local Episcopal Church, and we had the reception at the museum, which was completely cool, because everyone could wander about the place (and I did several impromptu tours).

The reception lasted until 3am when we fell into bed, exhausted. The next morning, Jessica and I spent time with everyone at brunch, and then she whisked me away to our honeymoon.

Oh gosh, did I just say that? Our honeymoon?

But on the way to the airport (Jessica still hadn't told me where we were going), the limo stopped at my doctor's clinic.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"It's time to get our family started," Jessica said, pulling me inside.

I guess I should explain at this point that before I started on hormones, I banked my sperm with my therapist/doctor. At the time, it was just part of her normal recommended procedure, and so I agreed and didn't give it another thought.

But now here we were, and Jessica had decided to make a withdrawal!

"Now?" I gaped.

"Yes," Jessica said. "I'm at the peak of my fertility cycle. It's either now or we wait another month."

"Oh. Okay..."

I had expected to wait in the waiting room, but Jessica pulled me into the examination room to experience it with her. The whole procedure took about 45 minutes, including half an hour of Jessica lying still (on her back) to give my sperm the best chance for insemination.

"Here's hoping you'll be a mommy soon!" Jessica said, squeezing my hand.

"But, you're the mommy," I said.

"Oh, I'll bear the child, of course, but make no mistake. Once he or she is born, you're the mommy," Jessica said. "And I'll be the Daddy," she chuckled.

I gulped, thinking about what this means. About how I might, in just nine months, have a baby to take care of?

"Maybe you should sit?" the doctor asked, seeing me hyperventilate.

After the procedure, we hopped back in the limo and drove to the airport, where I finally found out our honeymoon destination: Paris!!

Oh god, Paris. And here I had never been out of the country before, nor had I ever flown. But Jessica was there to guide me every step of the way. And she speaks fluent French, as well... she's so amazing.

"It was a French immersion boarding school," she said, shrugging. "And then I spent a year of college at the Sorbonne."

And so we had just the most amazing honeymoon, as Jessica showed me all of her favorite places and restaurants in Paris. We spent days at the Louvre, Versailles, in little cafés everywhere, and just walking all over the city.

But, of course, it was the first night that was the most amazing, because it was our first real night together as husband and wife.

I had brought special honeymoon lingerie with me on the trip. It was a gift from Mrs. Johnson, which in one sense was totally weird because here is my mother-in-law who is dressing me to have sex with her daughter on their first night together as a married couple!

"I want your first night to be special," Mrs. Johnson had said, handing me a package carefully wrapped in linen.

As I opened the package in Paris, I was amazed at the yards and yards of fabric in the nightgown. All brushed silk and all so sumptuous. I belted on the lace robe and then went out to see Jessica, who whistled when she saw me.

"Come here," she growled, pulling aside the covers.

Oh god, my knees went weak. She was wearing one of the strap-on,s which we got for the bachelorette party.

"I have them all," Jessica said, with a sly smile. "I can't wait to try them all out!"

And yes, Jessica was gentle and patient and made sure that I enjoyed it too, but at the end of it all, I lost my virginity. I felt truly and completely claimed by her now, in every way.

She really is just the most amazing person, and I came to realize just how perfectly matched we are to each other, which always makes me philosophical. What if Mrs. Johnson hadn't been who she was? What if Mr. Johnson had been an ordinary man and hadn't been a secret cross-dresser? Then nobody would have ever considered me to be an appropriate match for Jessica, and this amazing person, the love of my life, would have found someone else to be with.

It makes me shudder to think what I might have missed if that closet full of women's clothing had not been there, waiting to be discovered by a grateful, young, transgender woman...

... like me.

THE END.