And then the doorbell went!

'Go and answer,' I told him, but Peter wasn't going anywhere.

'Who the fuck is that?'

'Just a couple of guys I work with,' I answered, then I slipped out of my clothes and put on a pair of hold up stockings and a short black dress. 'Quick, I need to tart myself up for them, too,' I told him, then I pushed him towards the bedroom door.

'You mean, there are two guys down there,' said a still shaken Peter.

'Yes, that's what girls do. They go out with guys.'

'But I'm a man,' he said, so I made him turn and look in the mirror.

'Oh, sure,' I said, 'some man you are! We haven't had sex in fifteen months. You prance around in my undies when you're alone in the house. And I've seen what you look at on the Internet. I know you dream of sucking off guys.'

Peter's head must have been a mess right then, so I kept on making him stare in the mirror. He'd never shaved his body or used make up before, let alone worn a luscious wig with delicate curls that swept past his shoulders, so it was the first time he'd ever seen himself fully transformed from head-to-toe as the girl he'd always longed to be.

'Look, Peter, you are not a man. In fact, I shouldn't even be calling you Peter now.'

'No, you shouldn't,' he said, and right at that moment, I think he was falling in love with himself. 'Call me Petra, instead.'

'Okay, Petra,' I said, 'will you please go downstairs and answer the door?'