by Cherysse St. Claire
“Let me see if I have this straight,” Janice retorted angrily. “You had sex with one of my patients?”
“I didn’t know he – she – was one of your patients,” I argued.
As mistakes go, this one was a real winner. Janice, my wife, is a Doctor of Clinical Psychiatry. Aside from her thriving private practice, she is the director of the Leto Clinic, the best-known facility for the councilling and treatment of gender dysphoria. The clinic was her baby from the start. Instead of the helter-skelter approach that had been the norm, Janice combined all the services – group therapy, individual analysis, endocrinology, and surgical facilities – under one roof. She handles referrals from all over the world, ranging from men who just like to wear their wives’ panties to gender-reassignments. Her world and mine, as a commodities trader, had never collided – until now.
“Oh, well, that makes it all right! As long as you were blissfully ignorant of my professional relationship with her, I shouldn’t worry about little details like `fidelity’ or `marriage vows’,” she replied sarcastically. “So, if you didn’t know Jade was a patient of mine, exactly how did the two of you happen to wind up together?”
“I met her at Tush Street.”
“Tush Street! That place is notorious as a pick-up joint for transsexual hookers! What were you doing there in the first place?”
“Because I didn’t want to spend another evening alone! I hardly ever see you anymore; you are either at your office or in the clinic. You talk about your `girls’ as though they were your children. If I see you at all, I’m lucky to get a peck on the cheek. I wanted to do something different tonight, preferably with a real live person. I had never met a transsexual before, let alone one of your `girls’. I wanted to meet one, talk to her, just get to know her. I had heard a lot of TS’s went there, so I checked it out. Jade was there. She was beautiful. I was attracted. We talked. We had a couple of drinks. She propositioned me. In a moment of weakness, I said `yes’. Neither one of us mentioned you or the clinic. How was I to know she was one of your patients?”
“Hold the phone, Buster,” Janice snorted. “She propositioned you? You KNEW she was hooking, and you said YES? You mean, YOU PAID FOR IT?” She closed her eyes, groaned, and slapped her forehead. When she looked at me again, her eyes blazed.
“Well, Richard, you had a busy night last night. Not only did you destroy my trust in you; you managed to undo six months of delicate psychotherapy. Since you want so much to know more about my `girls’, I will tell you. Jade is my most difficult case. She seemed like an ideal candidate for SRS, and she has no problems functioning as a woman – except one. She has a compulsive need to be loved. She hid, until after her surgery, the fact that she had been abandoned as a child by both her father AND mother. If I had known beforehand, I would have delayed the operation and done more extensive therapy. She probably realized that. Her compulsion manifests itself by driving her to hook. Unlike other transsexual hookers, Jade doesn’t do it for the money; it doesn’t really interest her. The money, and the false sense of self-worth it engenders, fuels her self-destructive desire to be `wanted’ by someone – anyone. I thought I had finally straightened her out and convinced her to stay off the streets. I don’t even know why she went back to that place; old habits, I guess. And then, here comes Good Old Richard, with hard cash and a hard-on. That was just like giving Smack to a junkie. Now, she’s `hooked’ again, in more ways than one. It will take me months to get her back to where she was, if she comes back to the clinic at all! I have been trying to reach her all day. She missed her regular appointment this morning. She’s probably out hustling right now. I have some of the other girls out looking for her. Thanks a lot. You can sleep on the couch tonight.”
I felt a lot smaller than my usual 5’8″ and 145 lbs. I lay awake on the couch for hours in the dark, trying to think up some way to make amends to Janice, whom I really did love. I finally drifted off into a troubled sleep. I awoke with a start; at what time, I couldn’t guess. Several pairs of strong hands were holding me down, preventing me from moving. Just as I was about to cry out for Janice, a cloth was clamped over my mouth and nose; a cloth that had a pungent, penetrating odor. In a few seconds, I saw stars – then, nothing. I regained conciousness, sort of, and tried to take stock of where I was and what had happened to me. Was it still dark outside, or was it just me? I was lethargic, disoriented; unable to summon up enough resolve to get up. I slowly scanned my environment, and through the fog surrounding my brain, I deduced that I was in some sort of hospital room. There was an IV stand next to the bed; the bottle hanging from the rack was connected by a long tube to a needle stuck in my arm. The clinic? No; why would I be there? I focused on voices speaking right outside the open door. I couldn’t quite make out the conversation, but I thought I heard the word `Gemini’. Then two women in long white doctor’s coats entered the room. One beamed radiantly at me. JANICE! I was completely lost; what was going on? I tried to speak, but could barely make a sound.
“Good morning, Richard! Don’t try to move or speak; you are sedated. Just lie there like a good boy. This is Dr. Collins, my Chief of Surgery. I am really disappointed in you, Richard. You betrayed my trust in you. That hurt. That hurt a lot. I suppose I SHOULD be flattered that you were attracted to Jade; she is my best work to date. Or, at least she was, until you screwed her up again. I thought about it after I went to bed last night, and the more I dwelled on it, the angrier I got. So I made a few phone calls. One nice thing about being Director here is that the entire staff is intensely loyal to me. They all turned out in the middle of the night to help me set up a little surprise – just for you! Since you expressed your attraction to my `girls’, and you seem to prefer their company to mine, I thought you might like to become one of them. Usually, that process takes a couple of years, with psychological screening, councilling, slow, methodical hormone therapy, breast implants, plastic surgery, right up to the blessed event itself – The Sex Change! But for you, Sweetheart, I am going to cut through all the red tape. We are going to concentrate the efforts of all our departments to help you make your transition as quickly as possible, and I am going to see to it PERSONALLY that you are psychologically prepared for your new role – AS A WOMAN! So, you just relax, and let me take care of everything. See you soon, Sweetie!”
She turned a dial on the IV bottle, and before I could make even a feeble protest, everything went black. A long time passed. Days? Weeks? I couldn’t tell; it seemed like an eternity. I had been sedated the entire time, drifting in and out of conciousness, enjoying only occasional moments of semi-lucidity. I retained flashes of images and sensations, like a strobe light gone mad; operating rooms, masked medical personnel, tubes, needles – lots of needles – pain in my face, throat, chest, abdomen, groin. There were other, more disturbing images as well. A Beauty parlor. Fingernails. Hair. Fur in my eyes. Janice’s office. Janice’s office? Yes. The diplomas on the wall. The small potted palm in the corner. I’m walking towards a woman, while she approaches me. Before we reach, I turn and walk back again. Towards her again; away from her again. Back and forth, back and forth. I’m growing. I’m getting taller each time I go back and forth. How much taller will I get? I’m rocking; swaying back and forth. I’m on a boat? No, I’m on land, but I’m swaying back and forth. Sit. Stand. Sit. Cross my legs. Uncross my legs. Re-cross my legs. The couch. Me on the couch. Janice`s face over mine, speaking slowly, clearly, authoritatively. It made me feel calm, relaxed, soothed. I drifted slowly, dreamily into conciousness. I felt relaxed, refreshed, as if I were Rip Van Winkle awaking after a twenty-year nap. I was in Janice’s office, sitting in the chair across the desk from my wife. She was looking me up and down appraisingly, obviously pleased with what she saw.
“Hello, Richard. I wanted to take this last opportunity to speak to you; We won’t talk again for a while. Oh, I will see you all right, but you won’t be `Richard’ anymore; You will be `Amber’. I thought the name was so sweet, and fit your beautiful golden hair. I must say, you are my best effort yet; even better than Jade. Why don’t you stand up and take a look at yourself in the mirror?”
I felt as though I had received a commandment from God. I gracefully(?) uncrossed my legs and stood up. I felt incredibly light – except for an unfamiliar weight in my chest – and tall. So tall! I turned and approached the mirror, stopped a moment; then moved on. There was an incredibly attractive blonde approaching me from the other side of the room, swivelling her hips fluidly, sensually from side to side, just like in my dream. She stopped at the same time as I, then resumed her provocative strut. Only as I reached the mirror did it dawn on me that the Blonde was me! She – I – had a magnificent body, poured into a bright-red pucker-knit tank dress. My incredibly-full, rounded breasts threatened to spill out of their skimpy confinement. It was very obvious that I wore no bra, and my nipples pressed invitingly against the thin material. My tiny waist was highlighted by a tightly-cinched wide black patent leather belt. My hips and tush flaired dramatically, and swayed back and forth without any concious thought. My long, slender legs were encased in whisper-sheer black stockings, ending in black patent pumps with what appeared to be five-inch spike heels. No wonder I felt so tall! I wore several gold chains around my neck, huge gold hoops through my pierced ears, six gold bangle bracelets on each slender wrist – which jangled musically as i moved – and a slender gold chain around my left ankle. I pivotted expertly on my toes, hands on my hips, admiring my shapely legs and the seams of my stockings. I hadn’t even thought about it, and I was posing like a fashion model! My golden-blonde mane cascaded over my shoulders and down my back in full, fluffy waves which gently bounced, just like my breasts, as I moved. My make-up was dramatically overdone. My green eyes were bigger, wider-set, and more expressive than ever before, shadowed in lime, emerald, and teal, and completely outlined in black. The fur in, or rather on, my eyes was real enough; My lashes were fuller, thicker, and blacker than any showgirl’s. A deep, dusky rose blush made my impossibly-prominent cheekbones smoulder. My nose was now small, slender, delicate. I had the fullest, plumpest, most-kissable ruby-red lips I had ever seen on a woman. I raised my fingertips to my lips, and was startled to see long, square-tipped scarlet nails at the end of each.
“Janice! What have yo…”
I stopped cold. MY VOICE! That isn’t my voice! This voice is so much higher, softer, lilting.
“Janice, PLEASE, tell me what this is all about!”
“Why Honey, I think it is perfectly obvious what this is all about! You are a woman now; just like the ones you liked to fuck as a man. It has been such a treat over the last three months, turning you into a little blonde bimbo; well, not so little. I used textured saline implants on you and pumped them up REALLY full – I know how much you like women with BIG boobs! We put implants in your hips too; then liposuctioned most of the fat out of your waist, and re-injected it around your hips and fanny to fill you out. We have kept you in corsets since the liposuction, to make sure your waist was compressed down to a handspan, just like it should be. The diet we put you on helped in that department, too; you are down to 120 pounds now, and on you, it looks great! You measure 38D-22-36 now. I can just picture you – the OLD you – seeing a woman like this at Tush Street. You would have been all over yourself trying to stick your cock into her. But you aren’t going to do THAT anymore; not to Jade, not to me, not to ANYONE! The simple truth is; you can’t! When we made you a woman, we were VERY thorough; you have all the right `plumbing’ as well.”
“You mean I…”
“That’s right, Sweetie! You have a nice, tight, juicy pussy, along with all your other womanly attributes. You have been on hormones for three months now, and you are rounding out nicely; not as angular as you were when we first operated on you. Your Adam’s apple is shaved, and I just LOVE your soft, musical voice! We have come up with a new feature for you which I am especially proud of. The special medication you will be taking, in conjunction with your cyclical hormone dosages, will give you a real, honest-to-goodness period! You will have sensitive breasts, cramps, discharge, and have to wear a tampon, just like a real woman!
“But – but, I’m still me; I mean, I’m still Richard.”
Janice smiled wickedly, and evil glint in her eyes.
“Not for long, Hon. Do you remember that first day in the clinic? I told you I would PERSONALLY see to it that you were psychologically prepared for your new role – and you are! You have been under an intense program of hypnotherapy, during which I have fashioned your new identity and personality. You may have noticed that your body moves in an entirely different way now; very gracefully, very femininely. It doesn’t belong to you anymore, Richard; it is AMBER’s body now, just waiting for her to `move in’. You would love Amber, Richard. She is just your type; very friendly, not too bright, flashy, trashy, adores flaunting her body for everyone to see, and loves to fuck! I am particularly pleased with that; every girl should enjoy her work.”
“You mean I’m…”
“…a prostitute? Yes! The most talented I have ever seen; I have `trained’ you on some of my male staff. You actually had sex with them here in the clinic, but you will have many wonderful memories – implanted by me – of servicing them on the streets. You are a first-class `working girl’ now, and your `office’ will be Tush Street! I plan to stop in sometime to watch you `strut your stuff’.
“But I don’t feel any different. I don’t remember any of those things.”
“At the moment, no. But I have set you up with a couple of post-hypnotic commands, which only work to the sound of MY voice. When I use one, `Richard’ disappears and `Amber’ takes over, with all of her memories and none of Richard’s whatsoever. When I use the other, `Amber’ goes sleepy-pie, and `Richard’ comes back, but with memories of everything `Amber’ has done. I can turn you on and off like a light! As Amber, you will be one of my `girls’, and will come in every week for therapy, medication, etc. I will bring `Richard’ out every once in a while to see how he is enjoying his new lifestyle. Oh, by the way; don’t worry about being `missed’ down at the Board of Trade. They won’t be expecting you. While you were `under’, I had you sign over to me a Power of Attorney. I sent them a letter, which you signed, stating that you were taking a sabbatical to find the `real you’; then, I rented out your seat. That will be a nice extra source of income; for me, not for you. You earn yours hustling – Sugar. So, are we all ready? Sleep tight, Richard. CHECK YOUR MAKE-UP, AMBER!
Where am I? Oh. Giggle. I must have spaced out for a minute. Silly Ditz! I’m in Dr. Foster’s office for my weekly session. I flashed her my most fetching smile.
“Janice! How WONDERFUL it is to see you again! Am I late?”
She beamed at me and flashed me a wink.
“Not at all, Amber. You are right on time. Come sit down, and we’ll catch up on the latest gossip.”
I slipped my arm through hers and let her lead me over to the couch. It seems as if my hips have a mind of their own; I walk as sexily for Janice as I would for any trick. I wonder if she goes both ways? God, I’m getting wet just THINKING about it! We reached the couch. I sat down, then lifted my legs, slowly, teasingly, and swung them over and onto the padded leather, allowing the hem of my dress to hike up several inches. I flashed her my best innocent-little-girl smile. Was that a glimmer in her eye? Giggle. I hope so; she’s a real fox! I just wish she’d loosen up a little.
There’s nothing like a warm Spring evening to bring all the little Studlies out to cruise the streets. It’s like they’re coming out of hibernation, ya know? And like a big ol’ bear, they’re REAL hungry! That’s OK, Stud; I’ve got whatcha want. That guy in the blue Chevy must think so too; he’s been going around the block for ten minutes, eyeing me every time he goes by. Maybe I’ll just step off the curb here and see what’s on his mind.
“Hi, Handsome. I’m Amber. Wanna date?”
“Jeez, Babe, those tits of yours look great! Are they real?
“Gimme your hands, Lover. There, how’s that? Now, what do ya think; do they FEEL real?”
“Gulp. They sure do, Babydoll. Does the rest of you feel that good?’
“Why not take me for a little ride, Honey, and decide for yourself?”
He opened the door for me and I climbed inside. As he drove, I snuggled up close to him. I felt up his bone while I stuck my tongue in his ear.
“Ya know, Sugar, if you had fifty bucks, I could take REAL good care of your `friend’ here.”
“What a coincidence! I just happen to have two twenties and a ten right here in my jacket pocket. See?”
“Oooo – so you do! Here, let me just stick this in my purse – there, that’s better. Now, let’s you’n me have some fun!”
I gave him a “wait’ll you see what I got for YOU!” smile as I eased down his zipper and undid his button. I gently lifted his dong out and started stroking it.
“Hey, Babe, you really ARE a stud! Does this `lollypop’ taste as good it looks? Let’s see!”
I went down on him while he drove, swallowing his cock all the way down to his balls. I gently raked his thighs and ball sack with my nails. The poor thing just about jumped out of his skin! It’s always such a kick to do a trick while he’s driving; it’s all he can do to keep his eyes open, much less on the road, and he has to fight the urge to grab my head and pull me down on his rod. No no, Baby, mustn’t touch; you have to keep your hands on the wheel! The poor boy lasted about five minutes, then shot his load into my mouth. I cleaned him up with my tongue, then carefully tucked him back in, zippered and buttoned him up, then snuggled up next to him again and fixed my lipstick and make-up in my compact mirror. They like that. I had him drop me off at Clark and Diversey. I kissed him on the cheek and told him to “cum back anytime!”, then got out and walked down the block, swinging my hips for him to see. I’m up a couple a bucks, and I got a ride to Tush Street; not bad for five minutes work.
You got to know the rules about places like Tush Street. I do; I’ve worked places like this for as long as I’ve been hooking (How long has it been now? Gosh, I just don’t remember. It seems like forever. You are such a Bimbo, Amber!). The guy at the door knows the score; you flash him a BIG smile, wink, put your arm around him and tell him you missed him SO much, even if you’ve never seen him before in your life. He’ll cop a free feel, then tell you to have a good time and drop by later. Bye-bye cover charge. You saunter down the aisle nice and slow, so everyone can check out the goods; then you pour yourself onto a bar stool, make a big thing about crossing your legs, let your hem hike up a couple of inches, order a drink, and wait for the fish to bite. There are always a couple of real good `fishing spots’ in any bar. It might be by the pool table. It might be at the end of the bar, facing the door, like I’m gonna do tonight. One of the best places is under the TV. Think about it. The guys are watching the `Big Game’. Their eyes wander down from the screen. Gotcha! You thought Monday nights have to be slow for us `working girls’? You haven’t got a clue, Honey!
Yup, the place is just like I pictured it. Just a little `neighborhood joint’ with a bar, juke box, and pool table in the front room and another bar and dance floor in the back. The place is a little on the sleazy side, just like I like. You won’t find any `Yuppies’ here, unless they’re cruisin’ for a piece. But there IS someone else here who knows the `rules’. She’s sitting right where I was going to. What a dynamite-looking fox! I always had a thing for Redheads, and her eyes are as green as mine. She’s got a bod that just won’t quit, poured into a long-sleeved black satin spandex minidress and black patent pumps. She makes ME ooze! I can always spot another `working girl’, and I wouldn’t mind having this one as a friend. Maybe she can give me a line on a place to stay.
“Hi, Hon. How’s business tonight?”, I said with a wink. She beamed a smile my way and winked back.
“Just great, Luv. In fact, it’s been booming!”
We had a laugh over that one. It’s just a little `inside joke’ between us girls.
“My name’s Amber. Mind if I hang with you for a while?”
“Sure, no prob. I’m Jade. New in town?”
“Oh, kinda. I worked some places over on the West Side side for a while to pay for clinic. My landlord threw me out; I wouldn’t give him a freebie. I’ve got my things in storage. I thought I might check out the action up here.”
Jade kinda stiffened up when I mentioned the clinic.
“Did Janice send you to find me?”
“You know Janice too? Isn’t she a sweetheart? She made me everything I am today,” I replied slyly, showing off my body. “No, really, Sugar; I came on my own. Janice would probably kill me if she knew I was hooking.”
“Who’re you telling? She’s been on my case for months to get me to quit. I finally stopped going to see her. She’s such a prude, and I don’t need the grief.”
“Oh, Honey, you shouldn’t quit! Janice is such a SUPER person, and she really has done a lot for me. You can always tell her you got a job as a secretary or something. I’ll cover for you. In fact, we can cover for each other. Besides,” I said with another wink, “I have a hunch she’s not as much of a `prude’ as you think.”
“Thanks, Babe. Maybe I’ll take you up on that. Need a place to stay tonight?”
“That’d be super! Are you sure it’s no bother?”
“Are you kidding? Us girls have to stick together!”
We had another good laugh, and spent the rest of the evening together. Well, sorta. We kinda got busy and had to make a few `house calls’ out to the parking lot – know what I mean? I guess the word was already getting around about the two stone foxes at the end of the bar. We had a few laughs over it, and got to be good friends. I was really getting hot for her, and she looked like she felt the same for me. Jade took me back to her place. It wasn’t much, but it was a roof over my head. Jade said I was welcome to stay until I found a place, and that she would help me pick up my stuff from storage in the morning. I kissed her lightly on the cheek, thanked her, then started to turn to go over to the couch. Jade put her hand gently on my arm.
“No. Stay here with me tonight, Amber,” she said softly.
How could I resist an offer like that? I was so randy for her all night, I couldn’t think straight. I put my arms around her neck, pressed my bod against hers and kissed her, gently at first, then like a five-alarm fire. We couldn’t get out of our dresses fast enough. We lay together in our garterbelts, stockings and heels, fucking ourselves into oblivion with Jade’s double-dildo. Afterward, we cuddled tenderly all night. The next few days were like a dream. Jade helped me move in and get settled. I had clothes that even I didn’t remember (Where did I get this stuff?). Jade gave a little cry of joy when she discovered my corsets. She insisted I just HAD to wear one for her right away! I think she enjoyed yanking those laces tight, crushing my waist down to nineteen inches. I told her turnabout was fair play, and I took my turn corsetting her for me. We spent all of our time together in corsets, stockings, and five-inch spikes, and dressed each other in the evenings for ourselves, as much as for the boys. We hooked together, sometimes on the streets, sometimes the clubs. Everytime I turned a trick, I found myself thinking about humping Jade.
Today is clinic day! I have so much to tell Janice – oops! Well, maybe not EVERYTHING. I tried to get Jade to come with me, but she is still too nervous about confronting Janice. There’s something going on between them that Jade won’t talk about. I spent some bucks and got a new outfit to wear today. I’m starting with a black satin corset, black lace bikini, and black stockings. I slipped a silky black camisole over my head and let its lacy top settle over my naked breasts. I had the dark grey, wool suit tailored to fit my body REAL tight. The skirt goes just past the knee and limits me to about twelve-inch steps. The jacket is V’ed to show off my camisole (and my jiggling boobs underneath!), nipped in to accent my nineteen-inch waist, then flares into a snug-fitting peplum. I stepped into a pair of five-inch black patent spikes and was ready to go. I looked business-like, but `on the make’ – kinda like a smart, efficient secretary who was doing a little hanky-panky with the boss! Jade’s eyes kinda glazed over, and I could tell I had to get outta here real quick, before she ripped my clothes off me again.
I didn’t realize so many of my tricks worked here at the clinic! True, I hadn’t seen any of them since I moved uptown, but it’s kinda scary walking down the hall and having all the guys say “Hi, Amber” and remember when I did them in my old place, or a car, or even a dark alley. What if they told Janice? I had to wait a while in the outer office, along with a couple of Janice’s other `girls’. I could tell they were green with envy of me. Sorry, Girls, we can’t all be beautiful. If we were, I’d be out of work! Janice hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, like I was her long, lost sister, and ushered me into her office.
“Amber! You look stunning. Is that a new suit? It looks MARVELOUS on you! I just KNEW you wouldn’t have any trouble finding a job. You look like quite the career woman. Come, sit down and get comfortable. We have so MUCH to talk about!”
I sat down on the couch, swung my legs up, then looked up expectantly into Janice’s eyes. She smiled down impishly at me.
“ARE YOU HAVING FUN, RICHARD?”
“JANICE! Oh, my God! I’ve been fucking MEN all week, and loving it! I’m going to strangle the life out of yo – I CAN’T MOVE! What have you done to me, you BITCH?”
Janice chuckled and patted my cheek lovingly.
“Poor Baby. I thought you might have a nasty reaction when I brought you out again, so I took the precaution of implanting the command that `Richard’ is paralyzed. You are also extremely receptive to my suggestions. I said I was going to TALK to you from time to time, remember? You will just lie there, and I will do whatever I feel like doing to you; then `Amber’ will come back, perfectly normal, and won’t remember a thing. So, how is your `roomie’, Jade?”
“How did you know I was living with Jade?”
Janice winked at me.
“Oh, I have my ways. The two of you were such randy little sluts before I changed you, I think it is just precious that my two gems, Amber and Jade, are shacking up together again. You have become quite the little whore, haven’t you?”
“You ought to know – you MADE me this way!”
She beamed down at me with glowing eyes.
“Yes, I certainly did, didn’t I? And I must confess, I REALLY like the results. Every time I see you, I get – ideas. Oh, did I tell you? I’ve taken a new lover. He’s a football player, and a REAL stud. He’s much more a man than you ever were – or ever will be again! Be a good girl, and I might share him with you.”
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I WAS a girl now. Whether I liked it or not, my life was changed – forever. I couldn’t even lift a finger in protest! Tears welled up in my eyes.
“There, there now; don’t cry, Baby. It’s all for the best. You really are happier now. Your life is so much simpler. All you have to do is fuck for a living. And you LOVE to fuck. You can’t get enough. Now, sleep tight, and we’ll talk again sometime. CHECK YOUR MAKE-UP, AMBER!”
“Wha – Gee, I’m sorry, Janice! I must have dozed off. I guess I’m not getting my `beauty sleep’. Did I miss anything important?”
“No, Dear, not at all. In fact, I was just commenting how good you looked today.”
“You really think so? I dressed JUST for you. I wanted you to be proud of me.”
She leaned forward in her chair, reached into my jacket with her right hand, and fondled by breast through the silk camisole. The sensation was incredible. The she kissed me softly on the lips.
“Yes, Honey, I’m very proud. And more. A lot more.”
I sighed expressively and pulled her down on top of me.
“I was HOPING you would say that.”