Morning After the Night Before

Feedback and comments posted or emailed have encouraged me to at least consider continuing the story of Olive and Samantha. Thank you all for the constructive comments,
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Thanks again to Cresser for taken the time to edit, comment and tweak areas of the story to improve the flow.

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After breakfast at Mrs. Granger’s home, Sammy cleared up the breakfast dishes and tidied up the kitchen. Helen stood at the door and said, “You’re a wonderful homemaker, Sammy.” Sammy blushed at the compliment and Helen continued. “Let’s make some tea and join the others in the front room”.

The group got comfortable as Helen looked around.

“Okay, ladies, I have a few things to say. Firstly, we will guide and support both these new women through the transformations and we must find the victims of Oliver’s scams that are on his laptop we have picked up.” Olive looked up in hope at hearing the name Oliver again
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Oliver Brandon was in his mid-thirties and was of heavy build, if not verging on being overweight. He loved to dress in the style of a 1930s gangster, wearing a smart suit with a long overcoat hanging across his shoulders like a cape with the out of fashion trilby style hat covering his short greasy hair.

At school, he had been a bully; most other pupils tried to avoid him as much as possible; he never grew out it this and upon leaving school, he continued with these heavy-handed ways. Oliver was watching TV one day when he saw one of those daytime shows warning viewers about rogue contractors offering to work around homes and gardens.

The programme was intended to warn those watching to be aware of these scams, but it gave Oliver an idea of how to “earn” easy money.
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Samuel Johnston was of slim build, five foot six inches tall, with short mousey brown hair and sky blue sparkling eyes. He was a giver, never thinking of putting himself before others, always there to help with the little things.

At school, he had been much closer to the girls and their activities rather than any of the boys.

Samuel also had a secret desire; he always felt inside that he should have been a woman. This desire was so strong that he had difficulty in hiding this from those around him.
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In the front room Helen looked at them both with kindness. “Olive, now you are elderly and need support to get around each day. The potion has changed you to what you are today, in the form of one of your victims and we have arranged this so to as educate you about the error of your ways.

Everyone who knew you as Oliver believes you are away abroad on another one of your scams; this is all part of the potion you drank a few hours ago. It will be your choice, eventually, to return to being a male. Until that day arrives you will remain female, but we will support you and hopefully help you to learn to be a better individual.”
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“Sammy, many males will at one time or another in their lives dress in the clothing of the opposite gender,” Helen said. “Now that you are fully female you’re not a transvestite any more, are you?”. This was said in a gentle way and not in any way a condemnation of the old Samuel.

Sammy blushed beetroot red with this information in the room and looked away from the others, thinking back to those times when he was male. Feeling stuck in the wrong body, Samuel searched on the internet to discover more on how he felt, soon discovering he was not alone.

On one website, he found a small advert for males who wished to be females, featuring a dressing service that included changing facilities and a one-to-one support person working with them for the full time of their visit. It was not located in the main transgender areas of Manchester or London but much closer to home. Upon learning more, he decided he would like to try this option.

The service was in one of the suburbs of Birmingham located close to the alternative lifestyle district of pubs, restaurants and dance halls. After a few false starts Samuel plucked up the courage and booked an appointment, the first of many where he could dress and be a woman for a short time.
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Looking around the faces in the front room Helen got the laptop and put it on the table, only to discover she could not get it switched on to get into the information required to at least return part of the money taken from Oliver’s victims. Suddenly, laughter from the woman in the wheelchair drew everyone’s attention.

“What have you to laugh at?” asked Helen.

“The laptop will not work as the battery is flat - nothing more than that!” Olive cackled.
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To be continued...

Morning After the Night Before - Part Two

After the transformations of Halloween, we continue to observe the changes to Samantha and Olive

Thanks once again to Cressar for taking the time to review, tweak and Edit the story the changes are subtitle and allow the story to flow more smoothly. Any miss read through errors of the story are all down to myself,

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“Unfortunately,” Olive continued, “I appear to have misplaced the charger.” Helen just looked and laughed with Olive.

“Sometimes the obvious is just under your nose,” she said. “Here I am, a White Witch who can work on potions, yet the everyday so often eludes me. Wonder if it’s time to hang up the Witch Hat” she added with a giggle.

Needing the charger, Helen asked Samantha to pop into the town to purchase a replacement. Helen knew the railway station would be busy in town with the Autumn Rugby internationals, as the local Tourist Board had worked with the Hotels in the area to offer some discounted package rates to help boost the local economy already in recession.

Samantha was going up the town as a woman for the first time rather than as a transvestite and Helen decided she needed someone to go with her. This person just happened to be her son; some of this had been planned, although a day in town had not been on the agenda this early. Helen messaged her son to come over to his Gran’s.

“Samantha,” Helen voiced to get her attention, “while we get you ready to go to the town, my son will be joining us soon to be your companion for the day”

“Sounds interesting,” Samantha replied shyly.

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Meanwhile Olive was sitting in her wheelchair trying to understand her new body and the differences between it and her former male one. Although the potion Olive drank changed her body inside she still had all his male memories. For some reason, Olive began to feel content with the changes; it was like this is who she should have been, whole and complete. Nothing to do with the potion, something had just turned on a light that had previously been off. With that thought coming forth Olive was instantly around 10 years younger than when the transformation occurred.

Mrs Granger was aware of the change and, catching a look in her eyes, smiled and nodded with a silent understanding.

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Robert Cornwall knocked the front door and came in to the house. He looked around the room, went to his Gran and gave her a hug and a kiss on her cheek.

“Hi Gran, where’s Mum?”

“Just behind you” he heard his Mum say as she entered the room.

“Hi Mum, got your message,” he said, smiling.

“So, I see,” his Mum smiled in return. “Robert, this is the lady we were chatting to you about the other day.”

Stepping further into the room Samantha was standing behind her dressed to go into the town, wearing a short knee length pleated mauve skirt, matching loose top and, over her arm, a double-breasted raincoat. Wearing comfortable inch and half court shoes, she looked as if she was ready to do some retail therapy inside of just going for a replacement laptop battery charger.

Robert stepped forward to greet Samantha, both catching each others eyes, both felt a sharp intake of breath and a racing of their heartbeats.

“Pleased to meet you, Samantha” Robert said, a bit short of breath at the image in front of him.”

“Likewise, “replied Sam in a soft whisper.

“We’ll be away, then” Robert said to his Mum and Gran. “See you later in the day.” Leaving the house, they shyly reached out and took each others hands. Helen turned to her Mum.

“Been a busy night and morning and I need some sleep. See you shortly, maybe you both should get some sleep as well”

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Mrs Granger watched the couple walk away and turned to Olive.

“Not much we can do until they get back with the charger, and get the names off your laptop. How are you getting on? Truthfully, Olive.” Looking up, Olive took her time to form the correct reply.

“Truthfully? I should be upset and angry… yet I am not. For some reason, this just feels right to me”. Mrs Granger, smiled at her.

“I thought there was something special about you the first time we met - you had a glow around you like a halo. I am also a White Witch like my daughter and this runs in the female side of our family, none of the males have this gift. Your halo had a pinkish glow and in that glow, I was able to observe who you are.”

“We mentioned last night not to look on this as a punishment,” she continued, “but as a learning opportunity, and given what we just chatted about, I feel you might just take the opportunity to become the woman you feel is your true self.”

What happens next to Olive? How will Samantha and Robert get on?

To be continued...

Thanks for all the feedback received on this story encouraging me to carry on with the lives of Olive and Samantha.

We continue with the changes to Olive and Samantha

Thank you all for reading and reviewing the story - all your comments and suggestions have helped me with the continuation of the story.

Once again, I must thank Cressar, for his time, support and encouragement with editing and tweaking this story, the changes, suggestions and comments make the story flow.

Any spelling or grammar errors after editing and review of the story are entirely down to myself

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“The halo had a pinkish glow and in the glow and I was able to observe who you are” Elizabeth added. “We mentioned last night not to look on this as a punishment and as a learning opportunity, and given what we just chatted about, I’m hoping you will take the opportunity to the woman you feel is your true self.”

“Thank you, Elizabeth,” Olive said,” I in fact, have seen this to be a punishment - looking back on my life it is. I’ve been thinking about how to get out of this predicament I have created for myself, and you are correct - I should look at this as a chance to learn”. Elizabeth just smiled at the observation.

Olive just sat and let her mind wander. She felt comfortable as a woman and this did not anger her as she felt right within herself. This was a surprise in itself - or was it? As a child (s)he was inquisitive; like all of us at that early age we learn by trying and touching and the touching led to the discovery of the softness of women’s lingerie compared to the apparent roughness of male underwear and clothing.

Discovery and delight changed from touching to wearing, and now she was realizing there was nothing wrong with wanting to wear that kind of underwear.

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Robert and Samantha had left the house and walked towards the nearest bus stop to get into town. Each was eyeing each other up wondering where to start a conversation. Catching a shy look each started to say something at the same time. They giggled at this with Robert saying, “You first”.

“Well, was just about to say, thanks for coming into town with me”, her eyes glancing down at the ground.

“It’s my pleasure” Robert replied, looking anywhere but at Samantha. “I can see you’re as shy as I am.” Both blushed at the comment. Finally, the bus came into sight and as they boarded, Robert paid for them both.

The journey took around an hour, spent mostly in silence looking out the windows watching the passing scenery, with fleeting glances at each other due their shyness. When they arrived at the bus station it was almost lunch time; both felt hungry so they agreed to go for something to eat first.

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Olive looked up at Elizabeth and shared with her the thoughts running around in her head.

“When I was at school I was still drawn to the softness of ladies’ lingerie, and being an only child I could only get some of my mum’s older items which I had hidden in the house.” Elizabeth sat and said nothing allowing Olive to open up and continue.

“Well, I could not chat to mum about this, I just couldn’t. So, for some reason I become scared that I would be discovered wearing the panties, by my classmates or even the school nurse. I ended up being a bully to protect my secret and picking on the girls more that the boys – it was easier for me to do that”, her dropping voice to a whisper. Eventually I was taking some of their lunch money to buy my own panties.”

For a moment, the room was silent as Olive remembered those times with regret and sadness. With a heavy sigh and a deep breath continued in a shaky voice.

“I was a loner at school – I still am but it’s all of my own making. It continued when I left school, always wanting to get money for no real effort.” She glanced over to Elizabeth.

“So, here I am today, talking with you as a woman, still on my own” with tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

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Over lunch Samantha and Robert relaxed more with their shyness easing slightly.

“Thank you for lunch, Robert, t was very enjoyable. Now I suppose we’d better go and get this replacement charger to power the laptop,” Samantha said as they left the food outlet.

“I suppose we should” replied Robert.

It did not take much time to find a branch of one of the major high street chains that
specialise in electronic products and the item was soon obtained. It was a lovely day and neither of them felt any rush to get back to Mrs Granger’s home so they decided to take a walk and get to know each other better. Each felt something about the other, despite only having met that day.

They walked into the park and looked for somewhere to sit in quiet and chat but all the benches were occupied. Just outside a bar on the edge of the park a bench became available when two women got up as they approached.

They heard one of the women say, “I must get some rest as I’m tired after the train journey, I’ll give you a call later so we can get together”

“Okay, Hun, later,” the other woman replied.

As the women air kissed and parted Samantha sat down, glancing at one of the women in recognition. She patted the space beside her for Robert to join her.

“Robert, how much has your mum told to you about me?” Samantha asked.

“Well, when we first met at Gran’s, Mum did say ‘this is the girl told you about’, so I know a lot, although to be honest you’re not a girl, you’re a woman and an attractive one as well,” he replied. Samantha blushed at that. She somehow felt drawn to Robert; looking at him she believed he felt the same way regarding her.

“So, you know I was a male until yesterday and now I am a woman.” Robert just nodded his head in agreement.

“I need to tell you about some of that male life and just want you to listen, please. You see, I always had the desire to be a woman from an early age and I was a crossdresser. I used a dressing service in this area and I recognized one of those women who vacated this bench when we arrived.”

“It’s a small world,” laughed Robert a little nervously. Samantha laughed too and continued.

“She helped me dress as a woman, but unfortunately more to stand out rather than blend in. Like many males who dress I first went for the sexy stuff, you know, short skirts, high heels, stockings and so on. The thing is, when I went out, I soon felt it seemed like I was looking to sell something that I wasn’t - her style just was not my style. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a lovely woman in her own way, it’s just she likes to hunt men whereas I just want to be a woman and do normal daily things as women do. Anyway, I learned a lot about being a woman, mostly how to be one in every way and a little of how not to act. A small world, you said - it was a surprise to see her again just now and I can’t even remember her name. It was another life, more like a dream now, which I suppose it sort of is now that I am actually a woman.”

Robert just sat quietly, only he had moved a little closer. Taking Samantha’s hand, he leaned forward and gave her a peck on the cheek, allowing her to know she had his support.

“That was another life and now you have this new one, Sammy” he said looking deeply into her eyes.

“Sammy… I like that, Robert, you can call me that from now on,” she replied with a shy giggle and a sparkle in her eye. Robert stood up, still holding her hand.

“Thank you for being open and honest with me, Sammy,” he said. “Now I think it’s time we made our way back to Gran’s with that charger”

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To be continued

Morning After The Night Before Part Four Finale

We come to the final part of the tale of Olive and Samantha to discover what has happened following the events of Halloween.

Once again I wish to give a BIG thanks to my friend Chris for taken his time to review, edit and comment with the whole story and not just this finale Chapter, even with his computer files getting corrupted just before his normal backup, these things never happen after the back up do they, Chris was still able to complete the edit. Also to Commentator for her edit, support and advice.

Also a big thanks to all who have taken the time to read the story and make comment as the story developed, either by e mail, PM, or at the end of the story itself.

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“Sammy… I like that, Robert, you can call me that from now on,” she replied with a shy giggle and a sparkle in her eye. Robert stood up, still holding her hand.

“Thank you for being open and honest with me, Sammy,” he said. “Now I think it’s time we made our way back to Gran’s with that charger.”

I suppose so, thought Sammy. She was enjoying their time together and did not wish to return to Mrs Granger’s too quickly as she was just wanting to have some more one to one time with Robert; there was just something that drew her to him.

She had felt differently the moment she first saw him at his Gran’s. A new feeling moved through her body, one not felt before, which made her feel warm and somehow fuzzy.

Interesting, was her first thought before she had to speak to him.

Now she wanted to discover why Robert made her feel the way he did and was more than willing to find out. She knew they had to get the charger back to Mrs Granger’s, she was just not in any rush to do so.

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“So, here I am today, talking with you as a woman, still on my own,” Olive said, with tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Her words faded into the silence of the room

Elizabeth across the room from Olive looked up, her tears flowed freely at the honest, heartbreaking statement

“Olive, you are no longer alone; Elizabeth and I are here with and for you. Remember we mentioned not to look at this a punishment, but to look at the events of the last hours as the chance of a new beginning.”

Helen went quiet before she moved over and sat beside Olive. She put her arms around her and they sobbed together.

As their sobbing eased they drew apart slightly and looked each other in the eye; leaning forward again, they exchanged a kiss on the cheek and felt something different towards each other.

Olive became aware of a change within herself, feeling more relaxed than she had for a many a long day. Maybe the comments she had made earlier or the cuddle from Helen helped; either way, she just felt different within herself.

Elizabeth and Helen were aware of how their potion worked and they were observing the effects on Olive; the age regression ingredient was working although she was not yet aware of this.

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Late in the afternoon Sammy and her escort Robert arrived back with the replacement charger. Robert offered to take Sammy back to her house after they had finished a late snack and chatted about their trip to the town.

Helen noticed Robert appeared to be smitten with Sammy with the twinkle in his eye as he glanced at her hoping the others did not notice.

Being a gentleman he walked Sammy home, standing on the doorstep as she took her key from her handbag. Robert declined Sammy’s invitation to come in for a moment or two, although he did ask if he could see her again.

“Of course, you’ll see me again,” Sammy replied, “we’re going to help get the monies returned to those that were overcharged.”

“I meant maybe see each other again like going to the pictures, a restaurant or perhaps a dance,” Robert said, blushing slightly again.

“Yes, I would love to,” Sammy managed to reply in a soft whisper, her heart racing as she did.

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The laptop did not have to be fully charged to access the files required but Helen and Olive thought it best to wait until it was.

Sitting in the living room after all the others had gone, with Elizabeth dozing in the corner, was a quiet time for Olive and Helen. Olive mentioned that she felt different from this morning, that she somehow felt younger if this were at all possible.

“Olive, that is part of the potion,” Helen smiled. “It only works when the person is open and honest about their feelings and is truly regretful for the things they did. You opened your heart out earlier and this triggered that part of the potion. You will start to feel younger and no longer require that wheelchair; that was used to let you see how vulnerable you were as many of those you cheated were in similar circumstances.”

“The laptop will be fully charged now but as it’s late we’ll look it in the morning. We both need to get some rest, and even thought I am a white witch there is nothing I can do about tiredness apart from sleep.” Gently she woke her Mum up saying it would be best for her to sleep in her own bed as it would be much more comfortable for her.

It was too late for Helen to go back to her own house so she suggested that she used the spare room; it had been hers before she got married and moved away.

On occasion, she stayed over with her mum, so she had kept some clothing in her old wardrobe and chest of drawers.

“Actually, you can have my old bed for the night,” she said to Olive. “I’ll get a blanket and pillows and use the couch.”

Olive went up to the bedroom with Helen to help with the blankets and pillows. The bathroom was just across the hall and Helen took a nightdress out with a matching dressing gown for Olive to change into.

“Is anything wrong?” Helen asked, seeing a look in Olive’s eyes.

“I don’t want to be one my own - would you stay with me tonight?” Olive replied sheepishly.

“If that’s what you wish,” Helen replied. “I don’t have an issue with sharing my bed with you. Go and change and I will turn the bed down and air it a little.”

After Olive had changed she went into the bedroom and waited for Helen to join her; on opening the door she found only the bedside light was on, giving a warm glow to the room.

Closing the door gently so not to wake her Mother across the Hall, Helen looked to Olive. “Would you mind moving over to the other side of the bed? I prefer to be nearer the door” Olive obliged as Helen took her place.

“The bed is warm for a change,” she giggled.

“I wonder why” whispered Olive. They turned to face each other; she moved closer to Helen and cuddled in with a kiss.

“I don’t feel so lonely now”, she said softly. Helen switched the light off and as the darkness surrounded them, she turned back and returned the kiss.

“Neither do I,” she thought.

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When the laptop was fully charged, Olive provided them with the password and they accessed the necessary files.

Mrs Granger, Helen, Olive, Sammy and Robert were all in the room for this moment as all felt involved in one way or another. All the victims of the overcharging received their money back in full.

Olive with her new outlook on life went back to each one to personally say sorry and give them some more money back as well; after all she was still financially sound with money in the bank.

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By the time Christmas came around Robert and Sammy were dating on a regular basis, sometimes out to the pictures or a restaurant. They occasionally went into town to sit in the garden where Sammy first sat and told Robert about her previous outings as a transvestite.

On occasion they visited the pub next to the park, enjoying the drag shows and the comfortable atmosphere that was shared with all; whether they were male, female, gay, bi or transgender, all were welcome.

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Christmas was a wonderful time for all. Olive fully embraced her new position in life as a woman and all this meant. Much more colourful in every way from her drab male clothing. From the styles and fabrics to the colours and textures. A difficult thing to accept was the cost why are all female items was so much dearer than male items, something most females and transgender individuals make comment on – just not right at all.

Olive continued to grow younger looking, both in body and mind; the love and affection between her and Helen grew obvious for all to see.

In the early weeks of the New Year Helen asked Olive if she would like to move into her home where there was a room for her and more than that, a place she would be loved and cherished.

Olive asked for a couple of days to think of Helen’s offer so as not to decide on impulse. Of course, she said yes and soon moved in with Helen.

Having no more need for her old place they decided to put it on the market. As usual there was delay in the sale, eventually they ended up selling slightly under the asking price. The money from the sale they decided to keep in the bank for future needs, whatever these would turn out to be.

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Over the coming months, Robert and Sammy also continued to get closer.

One evening on a clear moonlit night, sitting by the window of their regular dining place the moonlight shining behind Sammy appearing to make her glow, Robert got down on one knee, ignoring both the staff and the other diners.

Opening a small box he displayed a diamond engagement ring; looking up into the sparkling eyes of Sammy he asked her, “Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife, and spend the rest of your life with me?”

Sammy was in a bit of a shock; glancing between the engagement ring and Robert’s expectant face with a large smile, she just managed to say “Yes… yes, of course I will, Robert”

Removing the ring from the box Robert slipped the ring onto Sammy’s left hand ring finger. Getting back on his feet they drew together they kissed and cuddled between the tears of joy and laughter.

The surrounding dinners and staff started cheering and clapping hands when Sammy said yes. The young couple blushed at the response and thanked all around them as they sat down again.

Robert had arranged for some champagne to be served. As they sipped the sparkling wine, Robert collected a bouquet of red roses handing them to Sammy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my darling,” he said.

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Shortly after Olive had moved into Helen`s home Robert had a chat with his mother over how he felt about Sammy.

“She’s the one, Mum,” he said. “I want to spend the rest of my life with her and I’d like your opinion.”

Helen not only gave him her blessing, advice and guidance; she also, with Olive’s support offered to help with funds raised from the sale of Olives house.

Another thing he asked was for her to help him choose the engagement ring as he freely admitted he did not have a clue.

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Plans were made for a summer wedding as they did not wish to have a long engagement.

They set a date for the 23rd of June and thought about where to go on their honeymoon. Deciding to stay in Great Britain they choose to visit Cornwall, looking forward to the scenery, coastal views and wished to visit Boscastle, one of the few remaining unspoiled coastal harbour villages.

Robert asked one of close school friends to be his best man, Colin Devon. Just like the counties of Cornwall and Devon that bordered each other, they also sat next to each other in class and were constantly referred to as ‘the border boys’. This tongue in cheek teasing stayed with them long after their school days were over.

By the time the arrangements of the wedding were well underway all the changes invoked by the potion had stopped and Olive was a strong, well rounded woman with whom Helen had fallen head over heels in love. The feeling was mutual.

Sammy and Robert decided that it would be best to have a small wedding with a small circle of friends and the members of the coven as guests.

Sammy invited Olive out for lunch where she asked if she would stand with her as her supporter and Maid of Honour. Olive was delighted with this request and was looking forward to shopping for the wedding gown with Sammy, helping her dress on the day as well as giving support and advice on the clothing for the honeymoon.

Using some more of the “future needs” fund Olive and Helen offered to help with the wedding expenses, still leaving more than enough money to be used for those who required a little help at times. Between them they could assist those in need with work around their homes or gardens, giving back instead of taking. Olive’s previous life as Oliver was now well and truly in the past.

The wedding came and went as planned with Mr. and Mrs Robert Cornwall celebrating their special day with those close to them.

Life settled down into the everyday routine of living with its ups and downs

By the time Halloween came around there was another wedding to attend; Helen had asked Olive to be her life partner and soul mate and she accepted, no longer being on her own and lonely.

Thus, there were two weddings for our ladies; a Civil Partnership recognized by the law of the land and a rather special one on Halloween night.

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Halloween has arrived again; the pale light of day fades through a brief twilight to the darkness of night and the coven gathers again for this special evening

As Halloween moves towards All Saints’ Day the Coven witnesses, along with Sammy and Robert, the union of two souls as Helen and Olive pledge themselves to each other, for now and evermore.

THE END.