I Love To Love You

It was the song of our summer, Donna Summer. The hotel was empty so we played it loud.

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One Month Ago...

'I love to love you baby'

We were in my little car, a tan Dodge Colt, life had gotten complicated. Both Al and I loved this song it wasn't complicated at all, it had so few lines.

'I love to love you baby'

We were both wearing sundresses. Mine was blue and Al's was red. We were full of flowers. Alyssa was in the passenger seat, a wine cooler between her thighs, (That was the cup holder in the '80s). She was beautiful. She had long straight brown hair, it reached her ass and she was always sitting on it. She also had perfect C-cup breasts, the guys in her high school called her Big Al, the name stuck.

"You know what we have to do, don't you?" She looked at me.

"Um, make a right?"

"No, come on, about our relationships."

"What?"

"Well, first of all, we need new ones."

She was right. I was dating a girl named Donna, well as my male self. I was a crossdresser and Al was the only one who officially knew. Al was nosy. I lived on the first floor of her house with her parents. It was a two-family split level and they split it up into three apartments on the first floor. It was small but it was my own and I loved living in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.

Big Al was snooping in my closet and discovered all of my girl clothes. The tiny bit that I had. When I came in from the kitchen with drinks for the two of us, she was holding two pairs of heels.

"Are these Donna's?" I didn't know what to say. The crazy thing was, I had used that as my femme name for years since I was about eight or nine. Now I was dating a girl with the same name.

"Yes?"

"She wears a size eight and a half? She's got tiny hands and tiny feet, if she was a guy she would have a tiny dick." We laughed, she was always hysterical. "These are not hers." She threw them at me.

So I told her, she didn't seem to care. She made me get dressed up, but she didn't approve of my fashion sense. After a goodnight's sleep on that info she became a little more excited, she now had a mission. I now had someone whose main goal was to make me a better woman. The next night she made me change my image and then she made me change my name. That was easy I had one ready.