Secrets revealed?

John visibly paled when Della whispered those words.

“Relax sweetie,” Della continued, “I won’t tell anyone you’re pretending to be something you’re not. Some of the club members wouldn’t take it too well and might even take action against you.”

Thinking that Della meant calling the police, John said desperately “No, please, don’t!” The last thing he wanted was to go to jail and risk losing his daughter.

Della didn’t want to see Johnni kicked out of the club. But she knew several of the ladies were homophobias, and would enjoy nothing more than outing Johnni before she was ready, embarrassing her and kicking her out.

Della hugged John again. “Until you decide to reveal the truth, your secret is safe with me.” She looked down at johnni. God, she couldn’t wait to get this little minx back to her place and introduce her to the world of bondage. But first, she wanted to help Johnni break the tomboy image she was hiding behind.

“Thank you so much,” John said. “But how did you know when no one else seemed to?”

“By your reaction to what Sara said.” Della thought back to the conversation she had with Cathy about the number of guys Johnni had probably had sex with. “The thought of another guy touching you makes you sick, doesn’t it?”

Not realizing the impact his answer held, John said, “Yes!”

“That’s what I thought. Feeling his hands all over you, kissing you, fucking you, makes your skin crawl.”

John shuddered.

“You long for the touch of a woman, maybe even a woman who is more assertive?” Della asked with a raised eyebrow.

Since he hadn’t had sex since his ex got pregnant and coupled with the fact that he preferred when she took the lead, he lowered his eyes.

“You don’t need to answer that. Your reaction says it all.

Embarrassed, John bent over to grab a package of diapers. Della noticed the lace trim on his panties. “I knew she wasn’t a tomboy,” she thought to herself.

“I know you aren’t exactly comfortable dressed the way you are, are you?”

John was surprised by her statement. “No, no I’m not. I really want to get back into something that’s more me!” He held his arms out to the side. “But my dryer broke this morning and I was **** to wear this.”

Picturing Johnni in a cute sundress and heels practically made Della wet. “Tell you what, let me get your address and I’ll order some new outfits for you and have them sent over.”

“That isn’t necessary,” John replied.

“I insist! Besides, I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable in clothes that are more appropriate for you?”

Thinking it would be a while before he had the money to get the dryer fixed, he reluctantly agreed.

“Thank you.”

“Entirely my pleasure sweetie.” Della had a good eye for the female form, so she had a pretty good idea of Johnni’s sizes.

“Well, I’ve got to go and get my daughter from the babysitter,” John said, hoping to end the conversation.

“Before you go, let’s make plans for coffee, so we can discuss your situation,” Della said.

Thinking she could help him get back to a normal life, John said, “I’d like that!”

“We’ll talk soon,” Della said as she started walking away. Thinking to herself, “I’ve got her right where I want her.”