Wedding Night – Olive and Liam

Over the weekend, Oliver moved in.

Oliver impressed me. He worked hard and followed up. Every task I gave him was done correctly. I liked him. I told him he was doing a great job. He beamed with happiness.

That all seemed to change when I returned home early from a trip. When I walked into my house, a girl ran. Oliver had brought a girl to my house while I was away! I was furious! I went looking for him.

When I entered his room, I found Oliver cringing behind the bed. He had removed the dress he had been wearing but that just exposed his tiny bra and bikini panties.

The GIRL had been HIM.

I was shocked. I saw that he had on makeup… which had run because he was crying. I told him to clean himself up and come to the den. I would be waiting. He had not shown up after 30 minutes so I returned to his room. He was nearly packed and was still softly sobbing. Poor boy.

I had him sit down and we talked. I told him I did not want him to leave. I told him I liked his work and, even more important, I liked him and enjoyed having him around. I told him that I did not care that he dressed up as a girl. He was welcome to dress up anytime he wanted, even when I was home. I told him that to prove how I felt, I wanted him to dress up again as I wanted to take him out to dinner. Just the two of us. To a nice restaurant.