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The Boots  

Part – 8, Confusion and Understanding

Morning found me still curled up on the couch. I awoke to the sound and touch of Rebecca on my leg, “Mistress… I love you Karen.”

I looked at her and saw her eyes as puffy and red as mine must be. “What did you say?” I asked softly. She had never used my name before and it shocked me out of my apathy.

“Karen, I love you. Please don’t shut me out.” She said begging.

“How can you love me, you are nothing more then Jim in drag.” I replied my voice filled with hurt. “Is this is a game to see how much you can destroy me?”

“I’m not Jim… I love you. How can I show you, prove to you?” She asked tears streaming down her eyes.

“Make him go away… so I never have to think of him.” I said. I still remember saying those words. I know it does not sound coherent. That is what I said. I grabbed my purse and went to work to get away. Throughout the day co workers came by to check on me and ask if I was ok. My only reply was that Jim and I were having problems. “Problems” that was the understatement of the century.

I was still sitting at my desk at 5 pm . I did not want to go home, ether to find Rebecca still there or even worse, gone. “Face it Karen, you’re in love and nothing will change that.” I said to the computer screen. I was frustrated; my heart was head over heels in love with Rebecca. She made me feel good. The closeness that Jim and I didn’t have, she filled. With reluctance, I gathered my purse and went home.

When I pulled into the car port I saw that Jim’s car was still there. I want to say I was furious but in reality, I was glad and said a small prayer to god saying thank you. Walking inside I was greeted by the sight of the dining table set and a pair of candles burning on it. Of Rebecca, there was no sign. “Rebecca?” I called and heard her voice coming from the living room.

I walked into the living room to find her kneeling in the middle of the floor. She looked up at me, her eyes still puffy and red, “Jim is gone.” She looked down and said softly, “I love you.”

Instead of replying directly I said, “I will be in to eat in a few minutes. Then after dinner we have to talk Rebecca.” As she stood to head into the kitchen, I stopped her. “Rebecca” I said, “I love you too. God help me, but I do.” She smiled and walked into the kitchen in her boots. As she walked away, I realized that she was dressed in one of my skirts and blouses.

Going to the bedroom, I was going to change into clean clothes but realized with a shock that Jim’s clothing was missing. All his suits, shoes, ties, were no longer in the closet. Looking around I realized Rebecca was right. There was nothing remaining of Jim in the house. Even his trophies from bowling were gone. The only things I could find of Jim’s were his wallet, checkbook, savings book, wedding ring, and watch.

Walking into the kitchen, I hugged her from behind. “How?” I asked her.

Turning into my arms, Rebecca hugged me tight. “You said for him to go away. So I removed everything and after getting dressed I took it all to the Salvation Army dumpster.” She paused and looked in my eye, “I even wore my boots all day. Let me tell you, driving was a lot harder then I expected in them.”

I had to giggle at the thought of Rebecca trying to drive wearing ballet boots. “Good girl.” I said hugging her tightly. I kissed her deeply and passionately feeling good through and through for the first time since this whole mess started.

She kissed me back, “That’s not all I did today. I also started the process to legally change my name to Rebecca no middle name Tucker from James Lee Tucker.”

I was speechless.

She blushed, “I want him gone permanently. I hate how much he hurt you mistress, my love. I have an appointment with a lawyer tomorrow afternoon. Will you go with me please?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “Name changes, legal name changes means going in front of a judge. He will know everything. It not like you can hide anything from a judge.”

Rebecca nodded, “For you I would do anything.”

My heart melted then. What more proof could I ask for then her willingness to be known at that she was once named Jim? After dinner we cuddled on the couch. I knew we would have to talk about our future but for now, I just wanted to cuddle and feel needed. One thing led to another and I made love to Rebecca that night. I orgasmed harder then I had ever with Jim. When she came in me, I could hear angels singing.

On and off we made love all night, sometimes like to savage beasts during rutting season, and other times with compassion and gentleness. In between we lay together caressing and exploring each others bodies. At some point in the wee hours of the morning we were making love slowly, pleasuring each other, when a thought crossed my mind. “I wonder how much a boob job costs?” I wondered aloud, and kissed her. Rebecca’s face lit up like a child on his birthday. Before she got too far into the idea of a boob job I interjected, “But first let’s get your name changed darling.”

“Of course love.” She said softly.

We fell asleep with her inside me snuggled tight against each other.

When morning came Rebecca kissed me as I awoke and while I was getting cleaned up for work she made me breakfast. “Do you think you can be home at noon ?” she asked as I ate.

“I should be, what time is your appointment at?” I asked thinking it was at 1 or so.

“It’s not until 4pm but don’t you think I should have something other then one of your dresses or jeans?” Rebecca looked down, “If you wanted I would walk in wearing nothing but a pair of panties and my boots Mistress.”

I giggled at the thought, “No that’s alright. We should be able to pick you up something to go with your gray pumps today.” I gave her a kiss and headed off to work feeling rather good about everything. Throughout the morning people asked if everything was better. My only response was that I had an appointment to see a lawyer today.