Becoming Amy

Well, beautiful to me at least. She may have been on the larger side with a slightly round face, but to me she was beautiful. At that moment I wished I could tell her everything, my years of dreaming of being a girl and what I had planned. But that little voice at the back of my head kept telling me not to. That she would freak out and we’d be finished. Her eyes fluttered open sleepily and she smiled up at me.

“Morning baby.” She mumbled with that sweet smile. I couldn’t help but lean in to kiss her. I loved her so much and hated having to lie to her. But lie I knew I must or have to bury a big part of myself for good.

“Morning sweetheart,” I replied after the kiss. “Sleep well?”

I already knew the answer as I had watched her almost all night and she had slept like a baby. But I could hardly let her know that or she would know something was up, so continue the pretence I must.

“Yes thank you baby, you? She asked.

“Yeah,” I lied. “Not too bad.”

“What time is it?” she enquired while rubbing her eyes. I rolled over to look at the clock.

“Just gone half eight.” I told her.

“Hadn’t you best be getting ready then.” She asked. “You know how your mother gets when you are late.”

“Yeah, I know.” I sighed rolling out of bed. “Mind if I shower first so I can get going?”

“Go right a head, “She said with a little giggle. “Give me another 10 minutes lay in.”

“You naughty girl you.” I chuckled on my way out of the room. I showered and washed my hair quickly and had a quick shave. As I returned to the bedroom Sam was getting up. “All yours.”

“Thank you baby.” She said as she shuffled out the room.

I dressed in whatever was easiest to find and dried off my hair as much as I could before tying it back into a hasty ponytail. As I left the bedroom Sam was just coming out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped round her body. I hugged her and gave her a long slow kiss.