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The morning came and they both slept late. Sam thought if Fiona had
outed them, it had happened. He cared, but he loved Michelle more. He
would weather whatever came. He just hoped she had the strength to do
the same. He knew he need to reassure her.
It was Saturday in early October, and the weather was going to be good.
Sam decided he would try and spend the day with her.
Michelle was looking at him with sleepy eyes, still stretching from her
good nights sleep when she remembered what had happened yesterday.
"Do you think she's done it."
"Yes probably. I don't care though. The divorce will be done with in
about four months and I will have nothing to do with her. I just want
her out of my life."
"What about the fallout, you know, your job."
"It's 2021 Michelle. I could probably be going out with a monkey and not
have any problems."
He winked at her when he said that.
"So a tranny's ok then."
"Stop that. Your a women, now repeat after me, your a woman."
"Your a woman."
"No you are, not me, you silly bugger."
Sam rolled on top of her, his legs astride her and tickled her stomach.
She shook her head in a fit of giggles and her wig fell off. She grasped
for it looking concerned. Sam pulled her arms away and fluffed her blond
hair."
"You really don't need that wig you know. Your hair is long enough for a
short women's hairstyle you know."
"I was thinking about that. I have been trying to put it in a pixie
style, but I though you liked long hair."
"You are your own woman Michelle. You decide what you like. While I do
love what you look like, I love the woman inside."
Sam lent down and kissed her. She was trapped under him, her arms pinned
to bed bedside her head. He was totally in control. Her stomach was
fluttering. She loved this feeling. She loved Sam. She could feel the
hard lump in his groin pushing into her stomach.
Sam jumped off the bed facing away, so she couldn't see the tent that
had formed in his shorts. She had a smaller one hidden under the covers
in her knickers.
"How about a picnic today Michelle? It's going to be warm today. One
last gasp of summer. We can walk along the river and picnic on the
meads."
"Oh, I haven't had a picnic since I was six! I would love to. Jam
sandwiches and juice."
"I think we can do better than that. I'll go shopping while you get
ready. I'll get wine, french bread, cold cuts and some other bits. We'll
make a day out of it. I want you all to myself."
Sam showered while Michelle went downstairs to make coffee and toast for
them both. As she busied herself in the kitchen it felt so natural and
normal, she almost forgot about Fiona. After breakfast she went up to
shower and get ready.
She put on her new matching black lace bra and knickers. She stuffed the
bra and looked down and wondered what it would be like to have real
breasts. She had never thought about the possibility of having her
breasts enhanced, but she knew it was a simple operation. Tights today
she thought. She loved stockings, but most of the ones she had were very
fine and she did not want to damage them on twigs.
She never used to worry about this sort of thing as a man. Get dressed
and go mostly. She wouldn't change this for the world though. She put on
a black and gold, floaty nylon skirt and a thick black cotton blouse
over the top. She had gotten two pairs of boots shopping, the ruined
stilettos and a flat pair. The flats were more practical for a picnic
anyway, she thought.
As she applied a thick layer of foundation to hide the bruising she
thought about her hair. She would try to go without the wig today. She
brushed it down toward her left eye with a parting on the right. It
looked really cute. She hoped Sam would approve. She found the short fur
trimmed coat she had gotten on her last shopping spree, and went
downstairs to sort out the plates and cutlery for the picnic.
Sam walked in when she got to the hallway.
"Wow, love your hair babe!"
Babe she thought, never been called that before. She liked it.
"Are you sure, I can get the wig if you want."
"No I prefer it. It's all you, all Michelle."
Sam had been busy, He had brought food and and old fashioned wicker
picnic basket.
"What do you think. I found it in the retro shop. I love this old stuff.
Reminds me of simpler times."
They crammed what the could in the basket, which Sam carried, and
Michelle took a bag with a old blanket and the remainder of the food. It
was a lovely day as they walked down the towpath. The birds were
singing. Children were feeding the ducks and coots. The river was
crammed with barges. Many were empty, but some had people living on
them. What a nice way of life thought Sam. Perhaps one day he would get
one.
"Oh what a wonderful old picnic basket, have you had that for long."
An elderly couple that had moved aside for them to pass, had spotted it
as Sam lifted it over a patch of nettles.
"No, all of a hour, I just love old things, don't you?" Said Sam.
The man spoke this time.
"Yes, but she's been with me for years, I've sort of got used to her
now."
The women dug her husband in the ribs and said, "Take no notice of him,
he loves me really. I must say you make a very attractive couple. Come
on Bert we're blocking the path."
Michelle smiled knowing her new hairstyle had passed inspection. She was
still nervous about being outed, but the fear was slowly leaving her.
The arrived at Hertford lock and watched a cabin cruiser go though. They
stood on the bridge and admired the view. The Meads is a large area of
riverside flood meadow that stretches from Hertford to Ware. The sun
felt warm on their backs as they just watched the world go by. Sam's
hand fell onto Michelle's. He lifted it and kissed it.
"This is one of the good moments Michelle. Look around and hold onto
this."
They walked into the meads and found a firm dry area fifty yards off the
footpath. Michelle spread the blanket as Sam unpacked. They both Sat and
Sam looked at his phone. Michelle set about preparing the food. She left
the lids on as there were still plenty of small fly's around. She was
buttering some bread as Sam said, "Babe, look up."
She heard the camera on his phone click.
"What are you doing?"
"I just want a picture of my girlfriend, anything wrong with that?"
"I suppose not, why you'd want my ugly face on your phone though, I
don't know."
"No I'm here with you, not Fiona, silly."
His phone buzzed and beeped. Sam looked at it and laughed out loud.
"What is it Sam?"
"Promise you won't get mad, but I sent Simon the cardiologist I work
with your picture."
"No, Sam why?"
Look, read the messages.
Ur ex mailed me 2 say ur with a guy in a dress?
Her name is Michelle Si, what do u think.
There was the picture Sam had just taken attached to this message.
Michelle caught by surprise, with a sweet innocent smile on her face.
Wow! R U treating her 4 blindness? I mean whats a 10 doin wiv a 5 like
U? Shes so hot!!!
"Fiona has been busy, she can do her worse. It's looks like you have
another fan by the way . I'm not hiding anything Michelle, nor should
you. I'm proud to call you my girlfriend."
Her eyes shone with tears of happiness. It was really happening. There
were no more secrets, nothing to be ashamed of. Her dreams of being the
woman she had always wanted to be, were coming true. She had clothes
and a home, but most importantly she had her man.
"I love you Sam, and by the way, I'd put you as at least a 6."
Sam feigned disappointment.
"Only a 6 eh? Well maybe I should think of a way to trap you before you
run off?"
Was he thinking about getting engaged she thought? Surely not?
They drank wine and ate ham, bread and cheese. They talked about what
they wanted to do to the house. A small dog came over and started
sniffing around the plates. It avoided Sam, but jumped up and down
excitedly for Michelle. It licked her face while she fed it some scraps
of ham. It was as if the dog could see what a kind gentle soul she had,
thought Sam.
The dog ran off when it heard it's owner calling. The couple snuggled
and kissed. The air had grown a little colder as the sun had gone behind
the trees.
"Come on 10, time we went home."
They cleared up and walked back hand in hand. Sam noticed Michelle was
humming "Perfect Day". It had been a perfect day, definitely one that
went on the good pile.
Michelle took the basket to the kitchen and started to clean everything.
"Let me help Michelle."
"No, I like doing things like this for us, even a 10 has washing up."
Sam smiled and wrapped his arms around her, as she stood against the old
butler sink with her hands in the soapy water. She could feel the weight
of him crushing her between the sink and his body. She was in heaven.
Then his phone rang.
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