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Holiday Romance ? by: Rachel Edwards
Part 1
The sun was scorching as I stepped off the plane with my parents. I was
now 18 years old and my parents were treating me to one last holiday
abroad before my, the best way to put it, coming of age. They were now
resigned to what I was undertaking and were becoming more and more
supportive of me. Thinking back to that first time trying on a few of
my older sisters clothes all those years ago I had no idea what world
was opening up ahead of me. Much soul searching, learning and research
had made me realize just who I was and what I needed to do and now I
was on that threshold of a new life. I had already started treatment at
home but had chosen to go on this trip as Richard. I just wanted a
point at which I could say 'That was the last good time of my old
life'. This holiday was to be that last time.
We arrived at the hotel in the late morning and went to our rooms. My
parents were next door to me and I had a room to myself. As soon as I
walked into my room I aimed straight for the bed, unpacking could wait
and it had been a very long flight.
When I woke it was only early afternoon and I opened up my carry bag to
search for my medication. I took the small pill, which I had done every
day since my 18th birthday a few months before. The feeling never
changed, never altered as I almost felt parts of my maleness slip away.
I was not noticeably feminine yet but had certainly lost a lot of my
maleness. I had no beard growth, my body hair was finer and I had
noticed that I was not having any rapid growth spurts of many 'boys' my
age.
This was good as I was already 5'9 and didn't really want to be much
taller anyway. I slipped into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and
decided not to wake my parents as I made my way to the bar for a quiet
drink. I sat myself on a bar stool at the side of the pool and glanced
around noticing several young girls around my age. Most boys would be
looking at bodies I am sure but for me it was the cut of her bikini,
the way she had her hair, the sarong she was slipping on.
I was envious of all of them they were all so oblivious to what they
had been granted in life which for me would have been a dream come
true, to live and to be what I should be. The dressing wasn't ever the
thing for me it was the desire to BE a woman.
I chatted for a while with the barman, his name was David and he was
English. He had come on holiday here last year and decided to stay. We
joked for a while and made a few innuendos about the various girls. I
had learned sometime ago how to 'pretend to be male'. Eventually I
realized time was moving on and I went back upstairs and unpacked.
As I reached the bottom of the case I found the bikini I had brought
with me and slipped it on. Looking in the mirror I realized that
actually I was making progress. I was filling out a bit on the hips and
my feet and hands looked dainty enough to be passable. I took out my
black sarong and dangled it around my waist tying it at the side and
wandered over to the balcony door. I peered through and realized it was
self-contained, no-one would see me not even my parents. Although they
were getting used to the idea of my new life a bikini may have been a
step too far. I sat in the sun for a while lashing suncream on all over
and giggled as I went topless. I may not have had the breasts yet but
I still felt a little embarrassed.
Over the week I frequented the bar at the poolside many times chatting
and laughing with David. We would make laddish jokes and I would giggle
all the time admiring him discretely while he admired the girls around
the pool. On occasion a girl would wander over, sit down and chat with
us. David would look her up and down as would I, both of us obviously
wanting to be inside that bikini but just in different ways.
At night I would go downstairs for a drink and chat with David until my
parents came down to go down to the village for drinks and food. I
realized on these occasions that I would actually prefer to stay up
there with David but was also torn to make the effort with my family.
On our last night David was off for the night and I was distraught that
I wouldn't see him again but on arrival in the village he was sat in a
bar talking to a couple of the young women from the pool. I made my
excuses with my parents and wandered over to the trio. David smiled at
me and introduced the two girls both in figure flattering black dressed
and heels. Just my size I thought and inwardly giggled again. We
wandered from bar to bar until the small hours. One of the girls Sarah
was enamoured with David and constantly had her arm looped through his
clutching him like a prize. The other girl, Karen, chatted contentedly
with me and somehow the conversation felt comfortable not raunchy the
way lads often talk to girls.
We talked TV, music, clothes and I am sure she thought I was charming
but gay. If you class my jealousy of Sarah's adhesion to David I
suppose in my boy mode maybe I was.
I was sad to leave the next day and more disappointed not to see David
who had not yet got out of bed and left his room. Nor for that matter
had Sarah. There was that jealousy again. I slipped my address under
his door to keep in touch as I left and with my parents left for the
airport. As I stepped onto the plane I looked back at the island and
realized I would be back.
Part Two
As a barman in an island hotel I need to be chatty and sometimes make
many friends. One of these I still keep in touch with and I expect to
see him again this summer. Richard was here last year when I met a
charming young woman called Sarah. She and I went out with Richard and
one of her friends and I eventually ended up seeing her for two weeks
before she left. I even kept contact with her for a while but I knew
long distance relationships always fail so we decided to break it off
but still keep in touch. Richard is due out here sometime in the next
month and I am sure he will console me, he was a good mate while he was
here and I could say without doubt he was a true friend not just a
'mate'.
The latest crowd turned up in the first week of high season from Club
18-30. The usual rowdy crowd out for a laugh but sometimes too much too
often. Only a couple stuck out in my mind. One was an obvious giveaway,
the mid 30's guy pretending to be a youngster, who had sneaked in
obviously to pick up younger women. There's one every year. The other
was a younger woman who immediately came over and chatted with me like
I was someone important. The Clubbers rarely do this. She was a young
blonde with a gorgeous figure not too different from Sarah last year.
She wore a crop top and long skirt which really showed her figure well
without being revealing too much like many Clubbers do.
Her name was Rachel and she drank slowly with me and said she wasn't
really into the 'Clubbers' thing but had come because it was cheaper. I
took my chance and suggested we meet for a drink later and I could show
her the village. It was my night off after all and ... well I had to
justify it somehow.
That night she came down to the bar wearing a short silver dress which
cut down the front to show a lovely cleavage. She glided along on a
pair of heeled sandals and just took my breath away. She was so elegant
the way she looked, moved and spoke. Her hair fell off her shoulders
and she wore the minimum of make up to make herself 110% beautiful. She
lifted herself delicately onto the barstool and we waited until my
replacement arrived. I bought her a drink and we sat, chatted and
laughed the evening away. When Karl, the other barman, arrived we
decided to wander into the village.
I was shocked when she almost immediately looped her arm in mine and
pecked me on the cheek. As the night moved on a started to feel very
comfortable with Rachel but she seemed a little on edge with me as if
nervous about something. I held her hand and asked if she was alright.
Although she said yes I could tell something was not right. We arrived
back at the hotel for a final drink in the bar. Karl was chatting to a
young woman at the bar and as Rachel and I got closer I realized just
who it was.
It was Sarah. She smiled at me and mouthed 'Don't worry'. We approached
and she smiled at both Rachel and myself and explained to Rachel that
we had been friends for a while. This relieved me but Rachel didn't
seem upset. On the contrary she was smiling and chatting with Sarah
quite happily still with that nervous glint in her eye. Eventually
Rachel and I retired to a table and I reached over and held her hand.
She looked at me and finally said, "I was here last year you know."
I couldn't remember her but to be honest I meet a lot of guests. Then
she surprised me with, "We spent about a week together." I was now
wracking my brain trying to work out the impossibilities of this. She
leaned over and finally unlocked her nervousness, "My name was
Richard." She smiled and said, "Hi David.".
I was stunned but somehow not shocked. Then I smiled with realization.
My next words made Rachel cry. I just said, "So..." and smiled.
She flung her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. We parted for a
moment but then we drew together again and this time the kiss lingered.
We sat and chatted for an hour or more. I had many questions and to her
infinite credit Rachel had all the answers. We decided, in light of
Karl and Sarah's inquisitive looks to move the discussion up to
Rachel's room. As we entered she just threw her arms around me and
passionately kissed me.
As she did, I unlooped the straps of her dress from her shoulders and
let the glittering material drop to the floor. She stood in front of
me, her breasts looking perfect and wearing the slightest of black lace
thongs. I laughed and so did she. We became wild with passion as we
launched towards the bed. I delicately removed the thong as she grabbed
at my clothes nearly ripping off my shirt. We carefully pleasured each
other with fingers and tongues until we finally merged. As I entered
her she gasped and her gasps increased with her gradual release of
tension. We made love through the night and again the next.
Epilogue
Rachel and I were married on the island the following season with
Rachel's obviously proud parents in attendance. We now live together
and run a bar on the north of the island not far from the hotel I bar
tendered in. I can tell Rachel is happy, as am I. We have good friends
in Karl and Sarah who have moved over permanently and work in the bar
with us.
Rachel sat at the bar with me yesterday watching Sarah and Karl tend
the bar when she suddenly started giggling under her breath. I asked
her what was wrong but she couldn't keep a straight face. Eventually
she said it quietly in my ear, "I can't believe a year has gone by and
I have only just realized something."
I sat back and looked quizzically. As I leaned forward I asked, "What?"
Again she giggled slightly, attracting the attention of Sarah. "Do you
remember Karen? Sarah's friend from two years ago who thought I might
be gay?" She glanced over at Karl, as did I. We looked at each other
then at Sarah. Sarah just winked, smiled and winked again.
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