The boy liked this dream, as his mind kept bringing it back to the forefront of his thoughts. A sudden swell of heat bloomed within him, and he could ...feel the warmth permeating his entire body.Slowly, his eyes came open as the dream began to fade, but the heat stayed. Blinking several times, Willem wondered what was going on as he woke up. He noted a bulge and weight beneath the covers, like someone was there. Lifting the blanket, he looked down at his stomach and saw Aesha there, taking his. But shivering as well in that epiphanous someone-walking-on-my-grave sort of way. Rummaging through this trunk and finding the realization that I wasn't young anymore. Somehow over the years I'd shed that self of a bright young man ready to seize the world by its throat and give it a good shake, only to be transformed into--good god!--a competent father. The sad sort of creature who makes sure that his daughter has a warm fuzzy blanket stashed in her trunk in the advent of this very. Ken shrugged. “I guess. I’m not really much of a partier. Not much of a social guy.”“Oh yeah, eh?” Lauren nodded. “Why’s that?”“I dunno. All I do for work is play the same video game over and over. And it’s not exactly a super-social activity. I guess I’m not that social to begin with.” He took another careful sip. “When you’re around others a lot, drinking is seen as fun. When you’re – when you’re by yourself, it’s just… seen as unhealthy.”“Ha.” Lauren chuckled nervously. “I’ve drank alone. I believe you are wearing the present I gave you?”I nodded, blushing under my veil. I knew not to speak though my mind raced with shock and delight that I had been given my Sissy name for the first time! It seems funny, but all the time I had been dressing for my wife I had simply been known by a variation of “Sissy”, or “girl” if I had been particularly pleasing. Now, He had given me a name and, in my flustered, female state, a bright glow burned in my female soul to hear Him say it out loud.