Finn and Fiona. Day Three

Following my actions yesterday, I put my soiled pyjamas in the bath and got into the shower for my wash, wee and shave. This was a worry now as I had, as Fiona, spent a day with other people and had been kissed by a whole gamut of men. I realised that I had enjoyed it.

I got my breakfast and then put my pyjama pants into a bucket to soak for the day. Dressed in my work gear I went out and caught the bus to work. At my desk I found that I had to really stop thinking about the dream and concentrate on the figures. At lunch I sat with Bill and I told him that I had the dream again but it seemed to be the following day. I said that I was finding it hard to concentrate on work and that the dream included me being kissed by several men. He laughed and said that this was something he had in his mind every day but that he remained true to Rufus.

Straight after lunch my supervisor called me into his office and told me that I was needed at one of our factories first thing in the morning for a couple of days to audit their books and to check that the expenditures matched with the output. I was to report back to him when I got back to the office on Thursday morning. I was given some petrol vouchers as I could use my own car for this. The factory was a couple of hundred miles north so would take me a while to get there and back. This being so, I was allowed some leeway on my leaving time today and clocking in on Thursday. I tidied up the accounts I was checking, told Bill I would see him Thursday for lunch, phoned a hotel near the factory to book a room for tonight and Tuesday night, and went home.

I got back to my flat and washed my pyjamas out under a running tap, hung them on the shower rail and packed a bag for two nights away. I made sure that I put two sets of pyjamas in the bag, just in case. I went off to the lock-up and got my car out, driving around and parking it in front of my building. I put my bag in the boot, along with a suit bag with my shirts and pants, made sure I had turned everything off and locked up to drive north. I stopped at a pub along the way for my dinner, making sure I kept the receipt. At the hotel I checked in and went to my room, putting away my clothes. This, I thought, is new. Usually, on a trip like this, I just left the bag open with my stuff in it, not packed away in drawers.

I went for a walk before it was time for bed, although I did stop at the hotel bar on the way in for a quick drink. It was one of those places where you used to see ex-air-force types with leather patches on their sports coat elbows, haw-hawing about the good or bad old days while knocking back spirits like there was no tomorrow. Maybe, for them, there had been no tomorrow. Now-days the bar was populated with yuppy stockbrokers and vaporous bimbos who had less than a single creative thought between them, unless it was related to their own satisfaction. I went to my room thinking dark thoughts about my peers and the younger generation.

After a pee and a wash I put on my clean pyjamas and got into a strange bed. I had brought a book with me and did manage to read a few chapters before starting to yawn. Usually I had a problem getting off to sleep in a new bed on the first night but tonight I went out like a light.

The classical music woke me again and I turned it off to, again, lay while thinking about my day. It was Monday and I did not have a job to go to for some weeks. Then I realised that today was the day of my final dress fitting. It wasn’t until this afternoon so I had all morning to spend on me. I decided that I would spend it my having a solo walk in the shops while I had some time for myself. I had my morning jog before breakfast and then showered and dressed in a denim skirt and fluffy jumper. Seeing that it was a little cooler today I put on some leggings and calf height boots.

I took a bus into the town centre and wandered some of the better shops without my friends there to try to get me into things they liked. I was able to try some things that they would have turned their noses up at. I did buy a couple of items to add to my going away suitcase, both were pleated skirts in multiple colours that I thought would look good against my dark hair and a lighter top or even with just a bikini top. I also started my quest for shoes, managing to get a pair of low heels that would go with the going away outfit. Being on the bus I didn’t want too many bags to carry home so I was very careful in my purchases. When I got home I put everything away before making a light lunch for my mother and me.

In the afternoon we went to the dressmaker and were welcomed in. I was taken through the back and was told to strip as we were going to try on everything. I was corseted and then pulled on the cream stockings. I had brought the cream shoes with me in my bag. Then it was the cream silk slip, followed by my wedding dress. I had decided on a simple cream sheath with classic lines that came to the ankles. I did not want a train and wanted my shoulders covered as it was a better setting with my hair down for the lunch. I was happy with it and my mother agreed so I changed back into my normal clothes and the wedding outfit was boxed so we could take it home. I paid the account and we went home with the box. I had Beverley and Suzy as my two bridesmaids who were coming in for their own final fittings during the week. Their dresses were a very light apricot colour and I had allowed them to pick their own style, within reason.

My mother then got me back on the bus to the city where she had arranged with a local jeweller to make me a pair of ear-rings and a necklace to go with my dress. She had taken a picture of me at my first fitting for him to work with. He had used serpentine, a green gemstone that was very much cheaper than emerald and was within our price range. When I tried the ear-rings on they took up the green in my eyes and I loved them. With the necklace on I could see that I was going to look lovely on the day. We paid for the jewellery and thanked the jeweller for his great work. I then took my mother to a restaurant for dinner. The waiters were very good, as was the food, and we had a lovely time.

Back home I hung my wedding dress and put everything needed for that day in the one place so I could find it. Everything was coming together for my change in circumstances. I had committed my future to be spent with my husband, my partner in life and my protector. I suppose that it is something that every bride-to-be faces at some time before the big day. Was I ready? I thought back on our time together and was certain that our life would be good. I was looking forward to our wedding night as we had refrained from sex while we had been engaged, both of us being a little old-fashioned. Actually, he was old-fashioned and I was being retrospectively old-fashioned because of my earlier promiscuity. Never mind, nothing bad had happened then and I hardly remembered the faces of the guys anyway.

As it was still early I had a quiet fashion parade of my new clothes, opening up the going away suitcase and trying everything on while mixing and matching. I found that I had twenty seven viable combinations of my new clothes and would have a lot more with the addition of a few things already in my wardrobe. I still needed to find two more pairs of shoes and had taken pictures of myself in the mirror while wearing the outfits that were not yet complete. I then packed everything carefully and did my ablutions before putting on the blue nightie and getting into bed.

I was not ready to sleep yet and listened to the radio for a while before turning it off and falling asleep before …..

My portable alarm woke me and I was a bit disorientated until I realised I was in a hotel room some two hundred miles from my home. Thankfully, my pyjamas were unsoiled but I was bursting for a pee.

Marianne G 2021