“Don’t look so nervous,” she giggles. “Once you’ve got makeup on, dress on and I’m done with your hair, you'll look lovely!”

Almost looking like he wants to cry, he holds the dress up to his body.

“You look sad about this…,” Leanne comments. “Is there something you want to tell me??”

Giving him a stern look, she leans in towards him. Joe gives her an awkward smile and slowly unzips the back of the dress.

“No….baby,” he cautiously replies. “I-I’m just so overwhelmed with how s-supportive you are!”

“Good!” Leanne quickly answers. “Let's stop talking and get you ready. Put that dress on over you’re lovely underwear.”

Fumbling with the dress, he’s unsure how to put it on.

“You need a girl's name,” Leanne continues. “I think I’m going to call you Jenna!”

“Jenna…!?” Joe complains, still trying to work out the dress.

“Do you need help….Jenna!?” Leanna laughs, taking hold of the dress and throwing it over his head.

Pulling it down over his shoulders and allowing the skirt to billow around his tighs, Leanne claps with excitement!

“Fits you so well!” she cheers, adjusting the neckline. “Jenna, you’re going to drive the men mad!”

“That’s lovely,” Joe huffs in reply, folding his arms. “You aren’t going to tell Susan though, right?”

Reaching up to gently touch his frustrated face, Leanna smiles.

“Stop worrying about other women Jenna,” she laughs. “tonight is going to be just us girls. We’ll get all pretty in our dresses and heels and paint the town red!”

Joe grits his teeth. He doesn’t hide his frustration.

“You’re not though…. Right!?” he pleas again.

Holding his face, Leanne moves closer. She stands in front of him like he’s about to kiss him.