Nathan wasn't a religious guy. Not christian at least. But his friend had asked him to come, so he did. He had debated long and hard what do wear. Finally he decided to take advantage of being in a church no one knew him at.

He pulled on a long, black skirt and hid his flat chest under a wide pullover. His short hair was expertly hidden under a lacey chapel veil and he put on make-up to make himself look more feminine. He loved going out like this.

---

Finally at the church, Nathan found his friend. He didn’t actually know if she was catholic or just here for fun. But he would certainly have fun. He sat besides her and smiled. "Hey, Abby," he greeted and she smiled back.

"Look who got all dolled up for church. You're looking gorgeous, Natty!"

He was just about to reply when a handsome man bend down to him. "Pardon me, ladies, is this seat taken?"

Nathan wondered for a moment if he should tell the man but Abby already answered for him "No, that seat is free."

"Thank you," the handsome stranger answered and sank down onto the bench. "My name is James Moore, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

"I'm Abby Thomas"

Nathan smiled shily. "Um, my friends call me Natty. Bellor."

"Well, Miss Bellor, may I compliment you on your veil? It's rare seeing women wearing veils in church these days and it suits you very well."

"Oh, thank you, Mister Moore."

Before they could say anymore, the service began. Despite not being catholic, Nathan followed all instructions the Priest made. He kneeled when it was time and demurely lowered his head during prayer. He sang the hymns and even put a coin into the basket being passed around for the orphanage at the end.

When the service ended, Nathan wanted to get up and go home but Mister Moore stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm. "Miss Bellor, would you walk a few steps with me? I'd like a word."

Looking for help, Nathan glanced at Abby but she just grinned. "Miss Bellor would love to. See you later, Natty." And with that, the little traitor skipped away.

With no other way out, Nathan took the arm offered to him and walked with Mister Moore.

"You are a vision when you praise our Lord," he began. "You see, Miss Bellor, I have been looking for a partner for a while now but never has anyone struck me. But I believe God had his reasons to send you my way today, I have never seen you in this church before."

"No, Mister Moore," Nathan said, "I can't say I have been here before."

Mister Moore now turned fully towards Nathan. "Would you do me the honours of accompanying me on a date, so to say? I would like to get to know you better."

Panic overcame Nathan. He couldn’t go out under the pretense of being a woman....

"I would pick you up at six on Tuesday if you are free."

Still panicking, Nathan stuttered, "Oh, um, I'm free, but.."

Mister Moore smilingly overwent his protests. "Fantastic. I will pick you up here at the church on Tuesday, six pm sharp, then. I'm looking forward to it, Miss Bellor." He kissed Nathan's hand shortly and with that he left him standing.

---

"Abby, I can't go on this date," he whined when he arrived at her place to lick his wounds.

She smacked him with a pillow. "You useless bi, I can't believe you got yourself a date with a catholic man."

"That's why I can't go."

"You can and you will," Abby interrupted, "do you have any idea who James Moore is?"

Nathan shrugged miserably. "A straight guy who wants a date with a woman who is actually a man?"

"Firstly, you don't know if he is straight. Secondly, he is loaded. At the very least, you'll get a free dinner out of this."

"Abby," Nathan snapped, "I can't just use him for his money."

"Use him for the cute baby cows on his farm then. Come on, it'll be fun. Besides, it's impolite to just leave him standing."

---

Despite all his protestations, Nathan found himself in front of the church again on Tuesday. He was dressed in a similar ensemble to Sunday, albeit with a sunhat over his hair instead of a chapel veil.

On six o'clock on the dot, Mister Moore pulled up in a nice car. "Miss Bellor, it is a pleasure to see you again," he said as he got out of the car. He rounded the vehicle, kissed Nathan's hand and then opened the car door for him.

"Thank you, Mister Moore."

Mister Moore closed the door for him and then stepped around the car, back to the driver's side. "I picked a nice café close to my farm."

"I'm looking forward to it," Nathan replied.

The evening progressed splendidly. Nathan found himself hanging on Mister Moores every word. He was a fascinating man with his dark hair, broad shoulders and deep voice. And his chivalry and the talk about his farm didn’t hurt either.

When the night finally neared the end, Mister Moore smiled at Nathan. "I think it is time you told me what your real first name is, Miss Bellor."

Of course, Nathan had known that this moment would need to come, but he had hoped it wouldn't be so soon. "It's, um, please promise me you will not be too upset?"

Mister Moore cocked his head. "Why would I be upset?"

"It's Nathan. My real name is Nathan. And I'm not actually MISS Bellor."

To his surprise, Mister Moore chuckled. "You are not quite as suptle as you think you are, Nathan. Please, call me James in return."

"You aren't surprised?"

"Not in the slightest. I knew who I was inviting. For our next date I would quite like to invite you to my farm."

"You want a next date?" Nathan felt like he had been hit by a freight train.

"Nathan, I'm a traditional man. I date to marry. Yes, I would like another date."

"Oh," was all Nathan could say to that before nodding.

---

"Aww, that's so cute," Abby said when he had finished the sitrep, "you'll be a nice little fulltime submissive."

"He's traditional, Abby," Nathan groaned.

"Don't fall victim to the idea that at least half of good christian housewives aren't living in a bdsm relationship," she quipped. He hit her with a pillow.