I refilled out drinks and sat back next to her. I took her hand again and asked, “Do you find me attractive?”She looked sad as she answered, “Oh... yes, very much so! But you would not want me if you knew.” More tears.She wasn’t much of a drinker so her defenses were coming down. Good!“You know I am your friend and I care very much for you. What is this thing that you feel curses you? Please tell me so I can decide for myself.”That opened the floodgates. The drink went fast and I refilled her. The thought of a toy for her ass had got her very wet and slippery while she had been online and the slim butt plug was bought for that very purpose.It was an agonizing week of desire and disappointment as every day she checked her mail, waiting for the arrival of her package. Seven torturous days of suspenseful anticipation as she approached her mailbox each day after work only to be frustrated and discouraged - and left with a growing need to be satisfied!The following Monday was the same. I had a small hangover from going out with my bridesmaids, Carla, Rebecca andDebbie. We had gone to a nice bar downtown and had too much fun!Nevertheless, I was so excited, as this was the day I would become HeatherHathaway, John's blushing, leather obsessed, sex-crazed trans girl bride!Speaking of leather, I had a strapless, white, lamb skin leather dress custommade for me by Sarah's seamstress friend, Norma. It was a long, form-fittingdress, with a plunging neckline. No veil for me, but I. I noticed she had her shoes off and was painting her toenails. I hated that bitch but she had some of the most gorgeous feet I've ever seen. About five minutes after I saw her walking out of the office and heels she had came in this morning wearing flats. Seems all women keep two or three extra pairs of shoes under the desk. As soon as she left I literally stared at the clock until 120 seconds past and darted out just behind her. Walking to the elevator I received another text from her. This.