Abigail's hands wrapped her newborn son, Jack, in a freshly washed baby blanket. You loved helping her out, folding her clothes, and organizing her stuff while she was busy caring for Jack.

You stumbled against a dress she had. Lately, you often found yourself wanting to try one of these on. To feel like a woman. Yes, it was weird but you couldn't help yourself.

Abigail noticed your look as you folded the dress, her eyebrow lifted. She didn't judge, she was rather interested. "You can try it on if you want." She spoke up. "I'm sure it'll look great on you."