Wedding Night – Olive and Liam

I had long ago told him to call me Liam and we now decided that he would be called Oliver when he was dressed as a boy and Olive if he were dressed as a girl. We were both pleased with this solution. We also decided that after nine o’clock every night he could dress as Olive unless I had guests over. We both like that too. I was going to see him in some of her little nighties and she was going to get to model them for me. I was looking forward to that!

I was quickly falling in love with Olive. I found that she obeyed me absolutely when she was Olive. She did not call me Liam; I was “Sir” when she addressed me. I would sometimes call her “Honey” or “Sweetie” and the like; she smiled so broadly when I did.

Late one night, I had her sit beside me as we watched TV. I took her little hand in mine. I could feel her shiver.

Liam: You are shivering, baby. Are you cold?
Olive: Maybe a little.
Liam: Let me put my other arm around you. Here Olive, snuggle close.
Olive: Thank you, Sir.

I took one hand and played with her fingers. Her shivering increased. I hugged her tighter. She turned her pretty face to mine and I kissed her. She melted in my arms. Later, I carried her to my bed. That night, we only kissed and cuddled. We fell asl**p in each other’s arms. Extra warmth in my bed and a sweet gentle breath blowing on my face woke me. The first thing I saw was this beautiful little angel sl**ping peacefully beside me. I eased out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I returned, Olive was gone. When I went to the kitchen for breakfast, Oliver was looking out the window with his back to me. I walked up to him, kissed his neck, and said “Morning Beautiful”. He spun around and kissed me so very hard. When he finished, he said, “I thought you might regret last night.”