F Is for Fiona

Heck this was my first day as a woman. But I was rather pleased at the result. I DID get some looks, from the waiters and some of the other customers in the restaurant. And I was totally thrilled, as Jeff helped me into my coat at the end of the evening, that none of the 'looks' had been the wrong kind. The hours of practice, in deportment, in make-up, in styling, in presenting myself as a woman, they had all been worth it.

As he led me towards my front door, Jeff paused. He took my hand. I let him.

"Well, Fiona. You've had one hell of a day. You OK?"

I looked at him. I couldn't help a small smile.

"Jeff, you're right. What a day. But in all honesty, this has been the happiest day of my life. It's a corny phrase, I know, but today I've been able to say 'I am what I am' and mean it. And no small thanks to you, Jeff. I'm so grateful, not just for understanding but for coming to my rescue this evening. And please thank Gwen for me too. Not many women would let their husband take another woman out to dinner."

"She's OK with that, Fiona, she knows it's business-related too. But she wants to meet you, Fiona that is. Maybe tomorrow night? How about coming over for drinks?"

I thought for a moment.

"Thanks for the invite, Jeff, but I'll take a rain-check. Not yet. Maybe at the weekend? I think tomorrow I'll need to take stock really. I never had the chance to wind down and reflect tonight. OK?"

"OK," he said.

He squeezed my hand. I leaned forward and gently kissed him on the corner of the mouth.

My heart skipped a beat as he responded by squeezing me harder.

"You really do make a gorgeous woman, Fiona. If I wasn't a married man ...."

I turned and opened my door, watching him head off to his own bed and to his wife. It would never do, of course. Not with Jeff, I couldn't. Surely not.

As I prepared for bed, standing in front of my mirror in my comfortable panties and functional (though sheer) night-dress, I did have a moment to think. For over a week I'd been both dreading and looking forward to this Wednesday in a way. But it had passed so quickly and so delightfully. Then I thought about Thursday. And Friday.

And the rest of my life.