Confused

“We will get dinner ready,” Tori’s father said before the pair got up.

Tori and Ingrid were left alone in the front room for a long moment before Tori spoke.

“How much do you know about me?” Tori asked.

“I am completely familiar with your place on the Autism Spectrum,” Ingrid said, “I am very familiar with the spectrum myself.”

“So have you had a chance to read my diary?” Tori asked.

“Yes,” Ingrid smiled, “And I find it very cute.”

“Oh,” Tori said.

“You are what we call a lipstick lesbian my dear,” Ingrid said, “Like myself.”

“Lipstick… lesbian?” Tori asked.

“A feminine woman who is sexually attracted to other feminine women, as opposed to those that try to pretend to be a man,” Ingrid said.

“Oh ok,” Tori said, “I am still a bit new to all of this I was too shy to properly ‘come out’ in high school…”

“I will admit I am a bit of a… how do you say… oh, yes, Tom-boy having been in the Haerem,” Ingrid said.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand any Danish,” Tori squeaked.

“Oh silly me,” Ingrid smiled, “That is the Danish term for our Army, it translates as such… but when working with international partners, everyone calls their own army by their native word and the other’s by their word to make it easy to understand.”

“Ok, so for instance…” Tori realized the logic.

“The Spanish would be Erjecticho, the Germans the Heer,” Ingrid said.

“And that other term, Greeves?” Tori asked.

“It translates roughly to Baron in English,” Ingrid informed Tori.

“Oh a Baroness?” Tori said.

“Well no, that would be your title as my wife…” Ingrid smiled, “If I were to marry a man and be his wife then I would be a Baroness, but since I would take you as my bride…”

“You are the Baron, and I get to be the Baroness…” Tori followed the thought, “So what do you want with me?”

“A young lipstick lesbian who will love me as my fetish Stepford Wife,” Ingrid said.

Tori blushed.

*

Tori lay in bed. She was excited. Despite the annoyance of her parents sharing her journal with strangers, she was glad she met Ingrid. She was everything that Tori had ever hoped for. Still she had only just met the woman so Ingrid had insisted on a date tomorrow so they could get to know each other. Tori didn’t know what Ingrid meant by her being the Fetish Stepford Wife, but the idea of just being a loving housewife in leather and latex kinky clothing made Tori excited in her panties…