Dotschy doesn't even want to think about love everlasting.
When spring comes around and she can't stop smiling at Connor the sweet and sensitive semi-closet trans-curious sometimes-crossdresser, she convinces herself it's just infatuation. But that doesn't stop her from wanting him.
When Connor puts on a skirt and heels to take Dotschy out on the town, can she set aside her fear of love and give in to spring fever?
This cross-dressing romance contains true love and explicit language. Previously published in the anthologies “Girls on Top” and “My Mistress’ Thighs.”
Eroticist, environmentalist, and pastry enthusiast Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights. For Giselle, a perfect day involves watching a snowstorm rage outside with a cup of tea in one hand and a chocolate truffle in the other. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
The best way to keep up with Giselle's career in erotic fiction, as well as her desirous commentary and hyper-analysis of every facet of social existence, is to visit her Donuts and Desires blog at http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com.
The set-up to Giselle's story is as beautiful as it is simple. Dotschy is a young woman, coming out of a romance with a much older man, who is questioning her sexuality almost as much as she's questioning the very idea of love. She's been working alongside Connor for quite a while now, and is surprised at how intimate their friendship has become. She tolerates (and even enjoys) a degree of closeness and an amount of touching on his behalf that would get another man physically hurt. Perhaps that's why she finds herself so open to his admission of cross-dressing, and why she agrees to press beyond the flirting and take his femme self out on a date.
Sweet, sensitive, and oh-so-sexy, Connor is a very passable transvestite who hides his insecurities well. All of his good-natured flirting and openness about his lifestyle are really just a brave front - inside, he's intensely nervous and shy. Fortunately, Dotschy brings out the best in him, so much so that he decides to take her name while en-femme . . . a discussion that's as arousing as it is amusing.
This is such a sweet and romantic story, it could put a warm smile on the coldest snowman. Of course, the frantic exhibition of backseat passion that follows dinner is likely to melt that poor snowman, but at least it will be with a smile on its face!