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Previously...
Trying again, I looked where my finger had landed and smiled, South
Devon, near the Cornish border--Penmarris Cove. It looked like a small
fishing village--that would be where I would try to rebuild my life.
"That will do," I said starting the car and following the signposts that
said West Country.
And now the story continues...
It took thirty minutes to get on the motorway that leads down to Devon
and the West Country--plenty of time to think about what I should do. I
know I wasn't thinking straight--the shock of my wife and her betrayal
would probably haunt me for the rest of my life. At first I blamed myself
for being transgendered, but my wife came into the marriage with eyes
wide open. I told her on the second date, who and what I was. She seemed
to get a buzz out of my far from normal gender identity. The one thing
she was concerned about was whether I took the final step and had SRS,
but I said that I had no intention of doing that and she seemed quite
happy with my response.
We had a lovely white wedding at a little church near Maidstone in Kent,
where she had been born. The only down side for me was that I wasn't the
one wearing the wedding gown.
The service was traditional; the only difference being that we both read
the famous poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, taking turns to read each
wonderful line. I felt a lump in my throat as I remembered the words:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I had to stop in a lay-by for a few minutes get myself back together
again--but after I pulled myself together and gave myself a good talking
to, I continued on, as I still had a long way to travel.
As the car sped its way toward my destination, I wondered whether I
should have screamed and shouted when I caught them naked in our house on
one of our beds; but, what was the point? She obviously didn't find me
enough for her, so she went elsewhere for love; or was it just the sex?
For all I knew he was the milkman, plumber or whatever. Shouting,
screaming and fighting wouldn't have changed anything. Our marriage was
over and beyond repair once she decided that I wasn't what she wanted any
more.
We were so happy at first, doing everything together and enjoying
adventurous sex. We liked to 'do it' in lots of different places.
Including on a train, a mile up in the air, on a ship, (we liked to
travel). We never managed a bus, but probably would have done given time.
Where was I? Oh yes--we made love in a field, on top of a cliff and even
in the car park of our local pub; you get the message, we enjoyed life to
the full. It wasn't just the sex, we loved going to the theatre and
concerts, eating out, parties--all things a loving couple like to do
together. Then it all started to unravel about a year ago and I always
thought that it was my fault. Had I gone too far with my dressing? Every
evening and at weekends, I spent dressed as a girl. Every night, I went
to bed in silky nighties and this seemed to help heighten our lovemaking
for a while. Olivia only saw me dressed as a male on the occasions that I
needed to be--going to work or other functions that required me to be en
drab.
Sighing, I came out of my reverie as I took the slip road to the M4;
traffic was quite heavy even here as the rush hour was in full swing.
There was quite a lot of stop start traffic and once again, as I didn't
have to concentrate on driving at speed, I returned to my thoughts.
Sinking into a bit of self-pity; I remembered the good times. Tears
streaked down my face as I remembered the first time we made love. I was
a virgin and I think she was. I'm not so sure now as she seemed to be a
bit of an expert and you don't learn everything reading books. Anyway,
for me the experience was lovely--the culmination of the love we had for
each other...
The road seemed to clear miraculously ahead and soon I was up to speed
again. Concentrating on the traffic and the road ahead meant that my
disturbing thoughts were put in the background. A good thing really as
the last thing I wanted to do was start crying again at nearly eighty
miles an hour!
I drove for nearly two hours and it was getting dark now. I saw the sign
warning that a service area was one mile ahead and decided to have a
break and do something else too.
Pulling up at a parking bay, quite a way from anyone else--it was not very
full as it was a weekday and getting a bit late. I switched off the
engine and shut my eyes for a moment.
I must have dropped off because when I looked at the clock on the
dashboard, half an hour had passed. There were no cars near me and I was
relatively alone. Looking at my drab suit, I grimaced, hating the sight
of it and the feel of the shirt and tie, tight against my neck. I made a
decision then, one that had been at the back of my mind ever since I saw
Olivia and him. Taking off my jacket, I threw it on the back seat. My tie
followed.
Looking around to make sure that I was still unobserved, I got out of the
car and then going to the boot, opened it. I had brought no male
clothing
with me as subconsciously, I suppose, I had decided that I no longer
wanted to be seen as a male in any way shape or form. The dichotomy of
trying to live a dual life hadn't worked for me or Olivia, so I made the
decision.
Opening a case, I pulled out a pink sweatshirt and grey jogging pants,
putting them on the back seat. Returning to the boot, I rummaged around
the case for the other things that I needed. There was a selection of
bras and my breast forms, I picked out a white bra, some pink sports
socks and my white trainers with pink edging that had been jammed down
the side of the case when I hurriedly packed it. I now had all I needed
and shut the boot. Looking around, another car had parked about 30 yards
away and I waited for the couple to get out of their car and walk hand in
hand towards the services building before I continued with my plan, such
as it was.
I sat in the back of the car--plenty of room in a 5 series BMW,
luckily--and after checking that all was clear, I got changed. Off came my
shirt and I immediately put on the bra and placed the rather cold breast
forms next to my hairless skin. After a small adjustment of the straps,
I
was okay. Then I put on the sweatshirt. With one eye on possible
sightseers, I removed my trousers; I was wearing a pair of pink satin
panties already, so I didn't have to change them.
I pulled up the jogging pants, not easy in a car but with a certain
amount of Houdini-like contortions, I managed to put them on. Finally, I
put on my pink socks and trainers and then I was done--well that bit was
anyway. It was quite dark now and I only had the lights of the parking
area to guide me, I took out the brush form the glove compartment and
gave my longish blond hair a good brush pulling the hair back and
concentrating on the tangled end bits. Then taking a pink scrunchie that
had been around the handle of the brush, I put my hair up in a pony tail.
The mirror wasn't too good, so I didn't see if my hair was okay but as
the first thing that I was going to do was go into the ladies loo, I
didn't worry about it.
I didn't shave much, being light skinned and blond, so I just put a bit
of foundation on and squinting in the small vanity mirror, put on some
pink lippy. A few minutes later, after picking up my shoulder bag, I
locked the car and walked towards the bright lights of the service area,
feeling a bit like a jogger in my outfit but, hopefully looking the part.
Not wanting to hang around, I went straight to the ladies--something I had
only done twice before--but hell I was the new me now, all girl and proud
of it. I had to assert myself no matter how much of a coward I felt deep
inside. Heart thumping, I pushed the swing doors open.
As soon as I walked in, without looking to left or right, I went to an
empty stall, shut the door, pulled down my joggers and panties and sat
down. Sighing with relief, I let it all go, making sure that my wayward
and now unwanted appendage was pointing downward--Unwanted, that was a
thought, did I really want to go all the way now?
I didn't want to go there so I finished the business and after wiping
myself carefully and taking my courage in both hands, I unbolted the door
and went out, certain that thousands of women would stop and stare at
me.
To be continued...
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