Finn and Fiona. Day Two

As I lay there, my penis drooping into the goo it had deposited on my stomach, I looked around the room to make sure I was at the right place. That had been one hell of a dream with a total immersion into another life, complete with all the sounds, sights, smell and activities of the real world. I had never had a dream like it before.

I wrapped my pants around me as I got out of bed to head for the bathroom. I deposited my pyjamas into the bath for a wash as soon as I was dressed and then got myself a hot shower, peeing as I washed myself. I lathered my face and shaved in the shower, not needing to remove very much but wispy stubble. Drying I thought on the dream and was amazed at how real it had been. I got dressed in my golfing clothes as this was my usual once-a-month golf day with a couple of work-mates.

After my toast and coffee for breakfast I grabbed my golf-bag out of its cupboard, made sure I had the proper spiked shoes in their bag, checked that I had enough balls to see me through the morning and, locking my flat door, went down to the front of the building to wait for Bill, Jack and Ted, my golfing partners. We all worked at the company, Bill was in accounting with me while Jack and Ted were in the marketing office. After about five minutes, the car pulled up in front of my building and I put my bag in the back with the others before getting into the back seat with Ted.

We chatted about the previous week at work for a while before Jack and Ted started talking about their Saturday night at their local pub and the girls that they had tried to chat up. “Stuck up bitches” grumbled Jack “they were happy to drink the drinks we bought for them but disappeared into the ladies loo, never to be seen again. I’m sure there is a back way out that the girls use as that’s not the first time we have been left like tits on a bull.” Bill laughed and said “I suppose you used all of the usual pick-up lines, especially the one about girls needing a real man.”

Ted chuckled and said “Don’t you know it, Bill. Not that it would be a line you would ever use.” They all had a laugh at that and I did join in for appearance sake as Bill was well known for being gay and even had a partner in life that he left home on our golf days, Rufus being totally bored with the game and especially with Jack and Ted, who he thought were total cave-men. I thought the same too, but tried to keep my ideas close to my chest. When we got to the golf club we checked in and found that we had about fifteen minutes to wait before the first tee was free. Jack and Ted both had flasks in their bags which they supped at while we waited. Bill and I just watched the other players as they teed off, passing comments on their technique. Bill sometimes commented on the physique of the men while I was left to comment on the women. This morning, though, I was more interested in looking at how they dressed and co-ordinated the colours. I had never realised it before that there was a concerted attempt to have matching clothes with the golf bag and even the flash on the head of the driver matched.

We played our normal game, me usually taking five or six on a par-four while Jack and Ted were their usual competitive selves, even making bets on the outcome of each hole. Bill was usually on par or one over so we did not have any need to try to match the others. At the seventh, Jack and Ted hit very long drives while Bill and I were both off to the right and quite a bit shorter. The others trotted off towards their balls and I found myself walking alongside Bill, who suddenly spoke. “Finn, you are very quiet this morning, is something on your mind?” I waited a few moments to pluck up enough courage to tell him that I had a dream last night where I was a girl. I told him it was totally real to me. He laughed and said that he often had those dreams, even while he was awake, but he always came back to just being himself at the end, much to his disappointment. He told me it was normal for those trapped in the wrong body but that, as he knew that I was not gay, it was a bit unusual for someone like me.

I admitted that I had noticed things about the lady players this morning that I had never bothered with before. “Ah” he said “you picked up on the clothing and the colours, did you? I see those things as well but I talk about the guys because they are the ones who turn me on.” Feeling a little better for sharing my experience I played with my usual skills until we reached the nineteenth tee where we had a drink or two before heading home. At my building I got out of the car and retrieved my bag before saying cheerio to the others. Back in my room I took off my golfing clothes and put on some casual pants and a good shirt. Making sure I had my wallet I went down to my lock-up and backed my car out. Now, I know I have said that I do not splurge much but my car is my first love. I don’t take it to work and I reckon that there are very few that even know I have one. It is an older Daimler Sovereign and I keep it in pristine condition. I closed up the lock-up and drove to a service station to fill it up with petrol. I then went on a drive through the hills and dales and finally arrived at the seaside where I got some fish and chips, sitting on a bench to eat them while looking at the grey sea.

All the time I was thinking of the dream and the girl I had been. I realised I knew her history, her memories and her aspirations. I knew she was a worker at a spa resort and vowed that, one day, I would go there to see if she was for real. Then I realised how stupid that sounded, even to me. Scattering the remains of my meal for the gulls I put my rubbish in a bin and got back into my car for the ride home. Back in the flat I made sure I had everything ready for work tomorrow, set the alarm, put on fresh pyjamas and got into my bed, falling asleep quickly.

At the sound of classical music I opened my eyes and turned the alarm off. I could see that it was daylight and I was back as Fiona. As it was not such a shock as yesterday, I lay for a few minutes to collect my thoughts. Today was Sunday and I was booked to be at a friends’ house for a BBQ as a send-off before I married. It was casual and there would be a mixed company. I put on my gown and slippers and went into the ensuite for a pee and to take the sleeps out of my eyes before going downstairs to get mine and my mothers’ breakfast. She arrived as the kettle was boiling and we sat in comfortable silence while we ate. I then went up to my room and put on my exercise gear. My usual Sunday morning was for an early jog before I showered. I did a loop around our neighbourhood for an hour and got back to the house to shower and change. My mother was already in her church dress when I joined her to go to the late morning service at the church I would be married in next Saturday.

After we got home I stripped and put on one of my old bikinis with a loose top and shorts. Putting everything I needed into a big bag, along with a towel and better shoes, I slipped into a pair of slides and went back downstairs. Suzy picked me up and we went to the home of Juliette, not a good friend but friendly enough to offer her house and pool for the BBQ. There was quite a crowd and it was very pleasant, the food being reasonably well cooked and the company being jovial. Many of the males present wanted to give me a good-luck kiss and I was happy to fall in with the tradition. I found it a bit odd kissing such a range of men, from smooth to bearded, from good smelling to beer-breath and from gentlemen to gropers. We had a swim and I was complimented on how good I looked in a bikini. Afterwards I helped to tidy up and then the girls and I went to a pub for the evening. Several had asked me where the groom was and I told them that he was in the USA to study some new software that his company was installing and that he would be back in time to be married - or else!

I had downed a few during the night and we had only had nuts and crisps after the BBQ so was happy to be dropped off outside my home. It took me a few tries to get my key in the lock but I eventually got in and up to my room. I stripped off and had a shower to wash the chlorine off as well as taking away the smell of booze and sweat. I put on a blue satin nightie and got into bed, hoping to go off to sleep straight away but ended up thinking about my man, my husband to be, and my fingers acted on the impetus of my thoughts and I, once again, found myself with my back arched and a shuddering orgasm completely filling my whole being, and then …..

The alarm went off for Monday morning and I was once again lying in a pool of sweat and with another pool of cum on my stomach. At this rate I was going to have to buy new pyjamas unless I did a special wash.

Marianne G 2021

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

Finn and Fiona. Day Four

After going into the ensuite and relieving myself I had a shower, cleaned my teeth and shaved. I needed to dress in ‘the man from head office’ mode today so had my suit in a suit-bag. I was very smart and went down to the hotel dining room for breakfast, getting tucked into the full English as it would be on the account.

Back in my room I cleaned my teeth again, gargled and made sure I was presentable. Picking up a briefcase that held blank notebooks, pens and a calculator, along with a few other things; I went down to where my car was parked and drove to the factory. There I was shown into a spare office, given the written records and logged onto the factory computer system so I could look at the production figures. I went back to the last time we had audited this factory and started from there. It wasn’t long before I could see why head office wanted to carry out an audit at this particular time. Blind Freddy could see that when you compared the figures from the last audit, the production had remained fairly static while expenditure had gone up. We had spent a lot of money putting in new production machines and robotics so the output should have been at least ten percent better.

I worked through the day, with just a break to go to the canteen to get a sandwich and cup of insipid tea, and was able to get a handle on the problem but had not come up with any definitive causes for the discrepancy. I turned off the computer and closed the books. Putting my notes into the briefcase my last action of the day was to take out a latch set which, with my screwdriver, I attached firmly to the outside of the office door. I then took my briefcase with me as I closed the door, put the latch on and secured it with a new padlock I had brought with me. Back at the hotel I rang my supervisor and told him that I had found a problem and may need to stay here for an extra day, which he approved.

The hotel had a good dining room with an excellent chef so, after I had changed into some casual clothing, I had a short walk around the area to think over the problems at the factory, and then sat down to a very good meal with a glass of wine. Back in my room I sat at the small table and worked through my notes until late. I had not thought of my dreams all day and was thankful that I had been able to concentrate on work. However, as I got sleepy I started to wonder if I would be having another Fiona dream and if I did have one, what on earth will happen this time. I had this entire life story of the girl added to my memory and, should I be transformed into her, I would be able to take over her life with ease. Mind you, getting married in a few days and being ravished by my husband was not something I cared to contemplate on, even if the orgasms left nothing to be desired.

I got into bed and made myself comfortable and drifted off. It didn’t take long for the sound of classical music to wake me in the pink bedroom. I turned the alarm off and lay quietly until I needed to head to the ensuite. Sitting on the toilet I thought about my day ahead, listing off the things that were needed to be done before the wedding. Today I needed to finalise my shoe purchases and make sure I had all the requirements I needed for the honeymoon. I had gone through my period the week before so everything should be good in that department. I was sure that if I didn’t get pregnant on the honeymoon, I would do so within a few more weeks.

I was to meet Bev and Suzy at the dressmakers at lunch-time so that I could finalise their bridesmaids’ dresses. I put on my gown and went downstairs for breakfast. As usual my mother turned up as the kettle was boiling and we sat eating, again in a comfortable silence. She did break the silence by saying “Fiona, it is certainly going to be quiet here when you are gone. I think I may take the opportunity to sell up and get a little unit. It was big enough when your father was still alive and before your sister got married to that Australian and emigrated with him. Perhaps we can ask your fellow to help out with tidying the place up for sale after you come back from your honeymoon.” I said “Mum, dear. Of course we can help but it will have to be weekends as he will be very busy during the week with his new job, he will have a lot of responsibility. We can start with my room after I have cleared out all of my stuff. Our flat will be bursting at the seams but I am sure we will be able to find room for everything. Actually, why don’t you think about how much you want for this house and we may be able to make you an offer if he sells the flat.”

After we had tidied up the breakfast things I went up to my room to get myself ready for the day. The sun had come out and it looked quite nice so I picked out a flowery dress and the appropriate underwear before having a shower and washing my hair. I took my time drying and brushing my hair before putting on the underwear and a pair of tights. Sitting at the vanity I made sure that my make-up was impeccable as the girls would comment if it wasn’t. Putting on the dress and sandals with a two inch heel, I added some jewellery and a spritz of perfume. I made sure I had everything needed in my bag and went downstairs. On a whim, I went around the whole house, looking at it with a buyers’ eye. Outside we had a reasonable garden which my mother kept tidy and there was access at a back alley if we put in a garage. Hmmm, what on earth was I thinking, surely it would be more than we could afford.

I took the bus into town and did manage to find the two pairs of shoes that completed my outfits. It was a good job I had reasonable savings but realised that they would not be so reasonable if I kept spending at this rate. Just as something to fill in the time, I wandered in to a baby clothes supplier. When the lady asked me if I needed any help I told her “Not at the moment but I am hoping that by next week I will be eligible to come in here.” She laughed and said that she often got brides-to-be coming in as the big day got close. She did give me a couple of pages of items that would be required and the current prices. There were contact details on the bottom with an email address so I could order via the internet. I folded it and put it in my bag, thanking her as I left.

I met the girls at the dressmakers and they tried on their dresses. They both looked quite lovely and I was sure that the three of us would make a statement on my wedding day, just a couple of days away, now. Their outfits were boxed up and we left them at the dressmakers while we went and had a light lunch, chatting merrily as we ate. After lunch they went back to work and I went back to the dressmaker to pick up the boxes and my shopping. She called a cab for me as it was too much to take on the bus. The cab took me home and I gave him a good tip when he carried the boxes to the front door. As the girls were going to dress here on Saturday, I put the boxes in the spare bedroom for them. I took my shoes and put them with the outfits. All the packaging I had collected this week was now taken out to the bins and I tore it up to go into the recycle bin.

Even though I had plenty still to do, I was finding that not being at work gave me hours during the day that I would have normally filled with stress and tension. Instead, I was feeling very much at ease and suggested to my mother that we should take the opportunity to head into town and see a movie. She readily agreed and we freshened ourselves up and took the bus back to town. We went to the cinema and there was a new romantic comedy which we both wanted to see. In the cinema we enjoyed the film, having a little weep at the very emotional wedding at the end. When we came out it was time to eat so I treated my mother at an Italian Restaurant that we both liked. When we got home she gave me a hug and thanked me for the treat and took herself off to bed.

I then went to my own room and sat on the bed to catch up with the messages on my phone. I was going to keep it turned off next week. I giggled at the thought of it going off at the most inappropriate time. There were a few messages from the girls at the resort, saying that they looked forward to seeing me back there on Friday for my full day being pampered. There was a message from my man, saying that he was going well with his course and everything was on track for him to be home Friday evening. He signed off my telling me how much he loved me and it made me a bit weepy after seeing the wedding scene in the movie.

I undressed and had a wash, putting on a new black nightie to get into the mood for Saturday night. In bed my thoughts turned to that time to come. I thought about holding his penis and licking it before sucking on it. Before I knew it I was rubbing myself and thinking about it sinking into my body, hard and strong, with his loving arms around me and his lips on mine. Once again I was lifting my groin to the sky and mewling quietly as I shuddered my way through the best orgasm I had enjoyed for a very long time, and then …….

The alarm went off and I woke in a pool of sweat and semen. Wow, I thought, that girl knows how to enjoy herself. I then thought that she was really organised, just my kind of person.

Marianne G 2021

Finn and Fiona. Day Five

I took off my pyjamas and wiped my stomach dry with them before taking a plastic bag that I had brought, just in case, and putting them in before sealing the bag and putting it in my case. I then had a shower and shaved.

I put the suit on again as today may be the time that I needed to pull rank. After another good breakfast I went back to the room to clean my teeth and gargle. Taking my briefcase I went out to my car and drove to the factory. Today, before I went to the spare office I had been given, I asked the manager if he could allocate someone to give me a guided tour. I said that I would be in the spare office when the person is available. At the office I opened up the padlock and went in, turning on the computer and logging on with the key I had been given yesterday. There was a knock on the door and a pretty little lass said that she was Amy and that she had been told to show me whatever I wanted to see.

I told her that I wanted to see the manufacturing process so that I could match the costings with the actual events and to start where the raw material comes in and show me everything until we reached the loading docks. We started at the unloading docks and looked at the incoming materials then went to where the process actually started. The various chemicals and other raw material was mixed in big vats with rotating paddles before the mixtures were pumped to holding tanks or, in the case of the powders, were sent on a conveyer system to a row of holding tanks up near the roof. From here everything was gravity fed to the appropriate machines where the pills were pressed and bottled or the liquids were bottled and sealed. Then everything went through to the labelling machines and then to the area which was the one I was really interested in, the packing and despatch departments.

I took copious notes as we went along and we asked the operators if there was anything we needed to know. Amy declared that she had learned more this morning than her last six months working here. It was, as I expected, that she was chosen because she knew nothing. This meant that any corruption went pretty high. In the packaging department the boxes of pills and potions were assembled onto pallets and plastic wrapped for transport. I stood there chatting with Amy and noticed that there was often a spare box that was put aside. Usually these would be manually added to the next pallet but I saw that they were stacked in neat piles. The jarring thing was that we delivered to wholesale outlets, by the pallet, and there was no reason whatsoever for there to be stacks of mixed product. I made notes and smiled a lot and we finished our tour at the loading dock where I let Amy take me back to the office and thanked her for her help.

I now knew what I had to look for and it took all day to finalise my report. I gathered up all of my notes and scrap paper to go in my briefcase. I logged off the computer, removed my latch from the door and made my way to the managers’ office. I gave him the books and thanked him for his help and told him that the head office will send him the audited figures. I said that Amy was a lovely young girl and an asset to the company. I put my briefcase in the back of the car and drove back to the hotel where I rang my supervisor.

I told him that there was systematic stealing at the packaging department and that I thought that management was in on it. I said that I had only spoken to the manager and had been given a total new girl to show me around. I described what I had seen and reeled off the numbers that I had deduced from the difference in raw material and the outgoing product. He thanked me for my work and asked me to be at the local airport Thursday morning to pick up three people from the office. I was to stay at the hotel overnight and to put my bag into the reception as I was not likely to get away before late afternoon.

I gave myself a very good evening meal with a glass of wine and took myself up to bed. In my room I put all of my notes and scrap paper into a plastic bag for the future case to come. I hung the suit and had a shower. I put on my clean pyjamas and got into bed, pleased with what I had uncovered but sad that there was something there that needed to be uncovered. I listened to the local radio for a while and finally needed to turn it off to go to sleep. I drifted off and then the classical music woke me.

I opened my eyes and looked around the pink room, thinking that I would be able to get away from it next week. The room had been my older sisters’ and it was she that had made it so pink. I was not a fan but had put up with it as it would have been far too much to change it. Today I was totally able to please myself as the only appointment I had was for tonight. I was to be picked up for a girls night out. While I was thinking about filling my day my mother called up to tell me that she had started breakfast as she had organised something for us.

I went for my ablutions and put on the robe and slippers and went downstairs. After we had eaten I asked my mother what she had organised and she told me that we would be picked up in an hour and taken to see her sister in the country as she had arranged a lunch for that side of the family who wouldn’t be able to attend the wedding on Saturday. My aunt had married into a religious community and they could not travel on Saturdays. I reminded her that I needed to be ready for the girls night by six and she assured me that we would be back in plenty of time. I went up to my room to get ready for a day with the weird side of the family.

We were picked up by my Uncle David in his small car and we chatted to him while we travelled west. Arriving at the family property we were welcomed by the rest of the crowd. My mothers’ sister, Gertrude, was a rather large and jolly woman who had born nearly enough children to equip a football team, as long as they allowed mixed genders. Some of them were present today. I put on a happy face and found that they were really quite pleasant in a yokel sort of way. Having been brought up in a big town I had been spared the chances to feed the animals and shovel shit, not that I have anything against animals or their shit, it’s just that it had not figured in my childhood.

We did, however, have a nice chat and they did put on a good lunch, much of it from their own smallholding. Mid-afternoon we were sent off with a basket of interesting goodies for the larder, including some jams made from plants I thought brought you out in a rash. When we got home we offered Uncle some money for the petrol but he would not accept any. He did accept a cup of real tea before he went, saying that it was the one thing he missed, and dandelion tea not really hitting the mark.

Up in my room I stripped and had another shower, making sure that I was clean and tidy. Tonight was a night out with the girls so I had to look my best as the blushing bride-to-be. I chose black undies with a push-up bra, a garter belt and stockings, followed by a little black dress and heels. I lightened the look with a gold belt and chunky gold chain with drop ear-rings and a few gold bangles on my wrist. I only needed a clutch tonight so I put everything I needed into it. I took my ID and some cash but left my cards on the dresser as the girls had told me that it was their treat. I wondered what they had planned and I hoped they didn’t try to get me drunk as I usually only drank in moderation.

I was picked up by Suzy in her car and she drove into the city and parked near a trendy, new-age, restaurant. She and Beverley had been experimenting with modern fads as they came and went and I supposed that this was just another episode in the on-going journey. There were a number of others at the table, a few from work and a number of others that I knew. We had an interesting meal, very large plates with very small portions and, I expect, prices to match the former. From there we walked a block to a place I had never been in before, and probably would never have gone into on my own volution. It was a well-known dance club that catered for the gay and lesbian community and tonight was ladies only.

I kept my worries to myself and was pleasantly surprised by the décor and the class of the place. We danced to the DJ and drank a bit and I was picked out to do a solo dance by the DJ around midnight. By that time I was beyond worrying about looking a fool as I was a little tipsy and had enjoyed myself. Suzy dropped me off at home about one and I did manage to get inside and up to my room. I was not so drunk that I didn’t take care undressing and taking off my make-up. After a very long pee I washed my hands and face, put on the black nightie and fell into bed to fall asleep immediately.

The portable alarm went off and I woke up in the hotel room, amazed at all the things I had learned from this woman and her antics. However, today was going to be interesting indeed.

Marianne G 2021

Finn and Fiona. Day Six

I got out of bed and did all of the usual ablutions and, showered, shaved and dressed in my suit again, I went down to the dining room for a light breakfast as I had to be at the airport. After going back to clean my teeth and gargle, I went down to the car and drove to meet the incoming managers.

I knew that they would be sending a couple of upper echelon people and was pleased to see my own supervisor coming out of the door of the plane. With him were two gentlemen that I knew of but had never met before in person. One was Jeff Strong, the manager of security, and the other was Arthur Thompson, the chief accountant and manager of corporate governance. Both had offices some two floors above mine. I shook hands with them and led them to my car, putting their bags in the back.

On the way to the factory Arthur quizzed me on my findings and, when I had finished, turned to my supervisor and said “This is one bright fellow you have here, I think we may have to consider his future in the company.” When we arrived at the factory I was amazed to see a number of police cars waiting for us. Jeff said “Ah, the boys in blue got my message. I think we will have to have a little search of lockers, cupboards and vehicles today.” We went in and were shown into the managers’ office by a very flustered receptionist. The manager was all brazen and blustering but I could see the dew of sweat on his upper lip.

Arthur sat him down and explained what depth of crap he had found himself in and rattled off the figures I had told him on the way here. The factory manager visibly wilted and said that he had been assured that it would never be found out and that he wished he didn’t need the money he had been given. Jeff then did his hard copper piece and got the names of all the members of the ring. He then asked me to follow and we left the room to take the police into the despatch area where those named were rounded up and taken into the canteen for further questioning. I could see several of the production crew looking on with wonder.

All the time I was trying to be the stony- faced one from head office but I knew that today was going to be one that changed many lives here. I showed Jeff the wrapping area and the stacks of odd boxes. We then went and had a search in the immediate area and came across a locked door marked ‘Storeroom 7’. Jeff ordered a key to be found and when none eventuated, we got a couple of burly police to open it for us, something I think they delighted in. Inside were stacks of boxes with notes taped to them that showed who they were destined for. Jeff called in the officer in charge and told him that the business further up the chain was his to pursue as ours ended in this building. I had the thought that several local companies would be having their books checked in regard to VAT evasion.

Arthur had ordered that the production line was slowed so that a smaller crew could handle the volume in the, now depleted, packaging area and we then gathered in the canteen where the crime ring was gathered. The manager had already been taken off to the police station to be charged. One by one, the gang was interrogated, read their rights and charged. By this time a police van had turned up and they were all led away. By this time it was close to the factory lunch time and the line was shut down for everyone to be gathered up in the canteen. Arthur told them that tomorrow there would be a new manager and that new personnel for the packaging department would be recruited in the weeks to come. In the meantime, the factory would continue at a lower output so that they would be able to cope with the production. The staff all looked relieved at being still in a job and we then left them to have their lunch.

Jeff had a few words with the officer in charge and was told that there would be a SOCO team in this afternoon to take photos and measurements and he requested that I attend the police station in the morning to make a statement. I took the three to the hotel where I arranged for another night in my room, taking my case back up. The others were given rooms and we then met in the hotel dining room for a snack. Both Arthur and Jeff complimented me on a good, neat, job in finding the problem and pinpointing the causes of the losses. My supervisor was told that he had also done well by suspecting a problem and sending me here. We had a good meal and then Arthur said “Phineas, I think that you are an asset to the company. As such, I want you to tidy up the accounts that you are working on and relocate to an office near me. I will then want you to go through the books of all of our sites with a view of ensuring corporate governance. If need be I will want you to make inspections if you see anything even slightly off. You have a good eye to go with that brain of yours so you will be part of the audit department. Your supervisor, here, will be given permission to recruit someone to fill your place in his department. What do you say?”

What could I say but “Thank you, sir; I will do my best to live up to your expectations.” My supervisor then told me that, as I had been here now more days than planned, I was to take the rest of the afternoon off to get myself a couple of new shirts and, perhaps, get my suit dry-cleaned, all on the company. Otherwise, all I needed to do was to take them back to the factory so that they could start the healing process and to pick them up at six so that we could all have dinner. Before we left I went up to my room and changed into my casual clothes and put my suit on a hanger. The hotel reception told me where I could get the dry-cleaning done and suggested a store I could get a couple of shirts. I then took them back to the factory. On the way, Arthur asked me about my car and I told him how long I had driven it and what needed to be done to be in this condition. Jeff said that he loved it as he was a Jaguar man himself.

I did as ordered and got a couple of new shirts, one of which I had on when I picked them up. We went to a mid-range restaurant and had a good dinner with a little wine and they seemed to be in good spirits. Arthur told me that there had been a chap at the factory who was in charge of one of the production lines who had been elevated to the factory manager seat as of this afternoon and that they would be having lunch with him and his wife on Friday. My Friday, after my visit to the police station, was my own and I was told to drive home and put my feet up.

After we drove back to the hotel there was a note at reception for Arthur. He had ordered a hire car and they had the keys for him so I was no longer needed as the taxi driver. I said goodnight and we all shook hands before going to our own rooms.

I sat on my bed and wondered about the course of the day. I had started as a lowly accountant and finished as a future auditor two floors higher. Bill was going to have conniptions when he finds out. I stripped off and put on my pyjamas, thankful that Fiona had not pleasured herself last night. It took me a while to settle for sleep after all the excitement of the day but eventually I drifted off.

The classical music woke me in the pink room but I turned it off and turned over to doze some more until my bladder forced me out of bed. It had been fun but not something I could put up with more than once a lifetime. My mother had gone out to her bingo and had left me a note on the breakfast table. I got a cup of coffee and some toast to see if my taste-buds still worked and sat quietly for a while. I was due to be at my work-place this afternoon, as a customer rather than a worker. I had been through some of the things we did at the spa but this was the first time I was going for the full treatment. My boss had arranged it as we had a good rapport and he had also arranged the wedding cars, as long as he was the one to walk me down the aisle. He was almost a father figure to me with the years I had worked for him so had readily accepted his offer.

I took my time getting some house-work done and putting some laundry through the machine. Finally, I got myself a light lunch and then went to shower and dress. Today, all that was needed was panties, bra, a shift and shoes, as I would be spending much of the afternoon naked. Locking up I took the two busses I normally took to work and it was so much different in full daylight, rather than the murky dawns that I was used to.

At the resort the girls took me in hand and I spent the whole afternoon in a world of hot rocks, massages, skin treatments and warm oils. When I left I felt fantastic, anyone who tried to catch me today would have a hard time keeping hold. Back at home we had a light meal before watching some television and I was so sleepy that all I did in my room was take everything off, putting on my black nightie and falling into a deep sleep.

The portable alarm woke me and I lay thinking about the experience of a spa treatment. Now, I could go for that myself as it seemed like such a wonderful thing to give your body the treatment. Today, however, for me was going to be a bit different.

Marianne G 2021

Finn and Fiona. Day Seven

I took my time with my ablutions and dressed casually as today I was heading home again. I packed my bag, again, and looked around the room to make sure I had left nothing. Then I went downstairs for breakfast, once again getting the full English to get me through the day.

After I had cleaned my teeth and gargled I added my dilly-bag to the suitcase and went back downstairs to settle up for the second time this week. The management was very kind and gave me a loyalty card for the chain which would give me a discount in about a hundred hotels across the country. I realised that with my new job I may well get some use out of it. On the way to the police station I picked up my suit and hung it in the back of the car.

At the police station I was shown into a room where a detective wanted my notes from the factory and for me to go through them with my reasoning. He then got me to dictate a statement which I needed to wait to be printed before I could leave. While I was waiting I saw Amy come in, obviously they wanted to dot all the i’s with her description of our guided tour. I gave her a smile and she smiled back before telling me that this was her first time in a police station and had worried that it would be like a prison. We sat chatting until a female officer came to take her so that she could give her statement. As she stood she said “I’m glad that it was you at the factory this week, Mr Olsen. You have cut a tumour out of the place. Everyone knew that something was going on but those ruffians would have hurt anyone who said anything. I didn’t know the manager was in on it, though. That was a real surprise.” The female officer lifted an eyebrow at this and I was sure that there would be a few gentle questions that Amy would have to answer. She may have been green but she was certainly not dumb.

The detective came back with my statement for me to read and sign and double checked my contact details in case they had any more questions. Then I was free to go. I got into the car and pointed it south, stopping at a country pub on the way for lunch, making sure I kept the receipt. Before reaching home I topped up the petrol tank and tucked this last receipt into the pile I had collected this week.

Back at the building I parked outside and carried my bag and suit up to my flat, then locked up and went back to take the car through a carwash before putting it away in the lock-up. I strolled back to the flat and unpacked my bag, putting my washing straight into the machine and hanging my clean suit in my wardrobe. I suddenly realised that I would need to get a couple more in my new job, as well as a few more shirts. When I went to the refrigerator to see what I could heat for my tea I found that we had suffered a power cut while I was away and some of my food had melted and did not look edible. There were a couple of frozen meals that had refrozen in good order but I would need to shop a bit sooner than I had expected.

Having nothing better to do I heated up one of the meals and sat at my kitchen table eating it, followed by some melted and refrozen ice cream which now had a very watery consistency. I put everything that was no longer edible into a plastic bag and took it down to the bins. I sat at the table and got one of my notebooks to write out what had transpired during the week. It took me a few hours but I was sure, in the end, that I had recorded the facts and that, should I be called to give evidence, I would have everything at my fingertips. I dated and signed every page before I put the notebook into an envelope with the name of the factory and the dates on the front. This went into my briefcase to be put into the company safe on Monday.

I then took myself off to bed and, after some little time when I thought over the events of the week, I started thinking about whether I should go for a spa treatment to rid my skin of toxins. With that thought in mind I went off to sleep until the classical music made me open my eyes in the pink bedroom.

I felt absolutely fabulous and knew that, after today, I would look similar. Today was my salon day. As the wedding was in the morning – tomorrow!!!! I had scheduled a full salon session today because there wouldn’t be time on Saturday. Once again, I took my time getting out of bed and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. As I ate, I went over all the things that were needed for the morning and discussed it all with my mother. We decided that I had thought of everything and had enough new clothing to last a couple of years. She then gave me a figure that she would need for the house that would allow her to get a retirement unit with a bit left over. It was a bit less than I had thought and I said that I would make some enquiries to see if we could afford it. Inside, I was thinking that it would be a fabulous idea but would go no further until we were married.

After clearing up in the kitchen I went back to my room to shower and dress. Again I did not need to dress much as I would be spending much of the day with not much on. I giggled when I thought that I would be spending much of Sunday in the same vein. With everything I needed in my handbag I took the bus to the city centre and the salon where I was booked in. I was up for a full waxing, a pedicure and manicure, a hair-wash and style and a full make-up session. I had taken a selfie when I was wearing the necklace and ear-rings so they could work out a set of colours that would make me look good.

Exchanging my shift for a salon gown I spent much of the morning being waxed and the rubbed with soothing oils. After the spa treatment my hair had come out easily and my skin was already soft. I then had the full treatment on my hands and feet, ending up with greenie-blue nails top and bottom in a hard wearing acrylic. We stopped for a sandwich and a cup of tea and then I had my hair washed and dried, twice, before the stylist did her thing. She was miffed that I wasn’t having it put up but I did explain that it was a morning wedding, followed by a lunch and a flight to the Mediterranean and that it needed to be looking good for the whole day. When she had finished I was subjected to much discussion before the girls decided on my needed colour. I had put the necklace and ear-rings in my bag so put them on to let them see what they needed to enhance. As they worked they told me exactly what they were doing and how it was being applied. They used a couple of tricks around my eyes that I had not seen before and they made sure that I understood all the procedure.

When they had finished I looked at myself in the mirror and could not believe that the beautiful girl looking back at me was little old Fiona. They took a couple of pictures for their own records and took a couple for me on my phone so I could recheck the look tomorrow. I was then presented with a carry bag of products as well as the bill, which I paid with happiness. As I walked back towards the bus station, I saw myself in shop windows and it occurred to me that my shift, from this morning, did not match the face I now had and it was with great good timing when I looked into a shop window and saw a fabulous dress that would go with the new me. I went into the shop and tried one on. I just couldn’t help myself, I now looked right so got the sales girl to snip the tags and I left the shop looking like a million dollars and my shift in a store bag.

I stopped at a café and sat down at a table. The waitress was very nice as I ordered a coffee and some of their sponge cake. I sat for a while with my cake and coffee and decided that I was changing, becoming more aware of myself. I had always been the serious sister but I felt that, even though I was already nearly thirty, I was only now fully maturing into a woman. Tomorrow I would be a married woman, as long as he had got back into the country today. Putting a couple of notes on the table for my drink and cake I then walked to the bus station to go home. When I walked in my mother noticed my new resolve immediately and gave me a hug, telling me that I had suddenly grown up. It is marvellous what a little make-up can do.

We had a light tea and watched some television and then I went up to my room to take off my new dress, remove my fabulous face (hoping that I could recreate it in the morning) and put my undies in the hamper. Tomorrow was the big day that had taken so long to arrive and, I was sure would pass in a hazy flash until we looked at the photos. I put on my black nightie and got into bed and I went to sleep almost immediately I turned out the light, and then ……..

My alarm woke me on Saturday morning and my bladder was insisting I get out of bed.

Marianne G 2021

Finn and Fiona. Day Eight and Beyond

Today I looked at myself in the mirror and studied my features as if I had just met myself. I wondered at what a salon could do with my face but I knew that I could never look as good as my Fiona.

Having not been in the flat most of the week to get it dirty I now had the day to myself and decided that I had not seen my sister in a long time. I rang her and she was happy to hear my voice and even happier when I said that I would like to visit. She, and her family, lived on the south-west coast and it would take me a couple of hours to get there so I told her that I would arrive in the late morning and would take her and her husband to lunch. I made sure I looked neat and tidy and locked the flat to go for the car.

Driving down I put the radio on and found a station playing classical music which really soothed me, making the drive very enjoyable. When I arrived I was welcomed with a hug and a kiss on the cheek from my sister and a man-hug from my brother-in-law. The children, I was told, were off at a weekend camping trip so I wouldn’t be bothered by them. I truthfully answered that they were not a bother at all and my sister gave me an odd look. After a chat in the house we went to a local pub near the beach where we had a good meal of locally caught crab, followed by pudding and custard, washed down with a glass or two of wine. My brother-in-law said that he needed to talk with the local builder about their roof leaking and my sister took my arm as we walked along the promenade.

“OK buster” she said “what’s going on. You are mellower than I have ever seen you before, more caring and careful in what you say and you even noticed that I had new curtains in my lounge.” I then told her about my dreams and also about what had happened with work this week. I explained that my dreams had been so real I could understand her viewpoint and could even shop to buy her clothes that would suit her now. I said “It has been a real eye-opener for me this week, I have fully experienced a spa treatment and a full salon session and, although I have never had either before, I can answer any question about them you may have.” She quizzed me on some of the spa session facts and I answered her to her satisfaction.

I told her that I was looking at myself with a different viewpoint and was being tidier than even before. I admitted that I had already been a bit of a neat freak. I said that I now knew what it was like to wear female garments and shop for the exact shoe to go with a dress but that I had no desire to do that in real life. She took it all in and told me that, whatever I was experiencing; it would make me a better man and an excellent husband. She also said that if I ever find Fiona, she wanted to meet her. We went back to her house and she asked me what I thought would happen with work and, when I said I thought I was in line for a move up the ladder, she hugged me and told me I deserved it.

It was getting late in the afternoon and her phone rang, It was one of her daughters who had been insulted by another girl at the camp and wanted to come home. I volunteered to drive and pick her up so we got in the car and set off. At the camp site the girl was waiting at the gate with her bag at her feet and gave a little jump when we pulled up. I got out of the car and gave her a hug before picking up her bag and putting it in the back and then opening one of the rear doors for her to get in, saying “Her you go, young madam, your carriage will take you home now.” She giggled and said “Uncle Finny, you are so funny sometimes” and the started reciting “Funny Finny” until her mother told her off.

I dropped them off at the house and gave my sister a hug and a kiss before heading home, feeling a little relieved that I had told her about my dreams and worries. Before I left my sister said “Thank you for coming down today, Finn. I am sure that whatever happens it will be for the good and that you are now exceedingly able to take it all in your stride. Remember, I want to meet Fiona, even if she comes down on her own.” That gave me cause for thought as I drove home again, listening to the classical music on the way.

Back home I put the car away and went up to my flat and had a couple of pieces of toast for tea. I then had a good look at my wardrobe and made some decisions on what I should throw out as too old, too threadbare, too big or too small and found myself with two big bags of charity shop donations and a lot more room on my hanging rails. This, I thought, is getting serious; at this rate I will need to spend a week shopping to fill up the space again. I undressed and put everything in the hamper for washing tomorrow, put on my pyjamas and got into bed. I lay a while thinking of my chat with my sister. I had never felt so connected with her before. I put the light out and went to sleep.

The sound of classical music brought me to my senses. Today was my wedding day, the one day in her life that a girl is the true focus around which everything else rotates. I got out of bed, went to the ensuite and looked at myself in the mirror, in wonder of the beautiful woman I was and the beautiful bride I would be in a few hours. I put my feet into my slippers, threw my gown on and went downstairs for breakfast. My mother was already up and had her own gown over her half-dressed body. We ate quickly and tidied up so that we would be ready when the others arrived. We were expecting Suzy and Bev and there was a friend of theirs who would put the finishing touches on our make-up. Then there was a florist delivery, the photographer and my boss with the cars.

Back in my room I took everything off and had a good, long, shower with a shower cap on and made special care in patting myself dry before dusting myself with powder. I put on the corset and stockings and then the cream slip before putting my gown back on. I sat at the vanity and turned my phone on to show the look I needed to recreate and set about following the instructions I had received yesterday. With a couple of mis-strokes and wiping off I thought that I had it nailed and tried to make sure my hair was arranged properly. I heard the front door close and excited voices of my friends so went out and called them to come upstairs. We had a group hug and they complimented me on my make-up and then I showed them into the spare bedroom where I had hung their dresses on a rail.

I left them to dress and went back into my room to put on my wedding dress. With it on I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that it would be perfect for a future grand occasion so would not be money wasted. I put the shoes on and then added the jewellery and some perfume. I then went to help the other girls get ready and we then went downstairs, me taking a small bag that my mother would look after should I need a tissue or fix my lipstick.

The friend arrived and made sure we all looked our very best before going off to get to the church. The flowers arrived and the girls pinned one in my hair and we put one in each of theirs. My mother was very smart in her skirt suit and we put a flower on her lapel. The photographer turned up and took lots of pictures of us, as singles and as groups, against a green screen he had put up. He could then add a suitable background later. My boss arrived with the cars and then there were more pictures with me on his arm before we were allowed to leave for the church. I was in the back of one car with my boss and the girls and my mother in the other. The photographer shot off to be at the church and set up when we got there.

We drove slowly and I had to giggle as I had the urge to wave in a queenly fashion as we went along. Arriving at the church there were more pictures as we arranged ourselves. My mother gave me a hug before going into the church to find her seat. I stood tall as I took the arm of my boss and the girls took their places behind us and the doors were opened for us to enter. I could hear the first bars of the wedding march sound as we started my journey towards being beside my husband and my future. We had just made it to the top of the aisle and I could see everyone looking at me when………

There was an almighty crash and I woke up in a darkened room with the sound of shouting outside my bedroom window. I was really unable to comprehend for a few minutes as I dragged my complaining body out of bed and looked out. Down along the road there was a crashed car and a couple of guys crawling away from it and a couple of people going over to help. A few minutes later I heard the sound of sirens in the distance. The lights didn’t work so I understood that the car must have crashed into a power pole and had blacked out the whole area. A fire engine came around the corner as I watched and they got on with making sure the car was safe. Then the police and ambulance turned up and there was so much going on I realised that the night was shot as far as sleep went. I looked at my watch in the moon light and saw it was just before three on Sunday morning. I had the odd thought that it was a good job I had not restocked the freezer yesterday as it would be starting to melt again.

I found a flashlight and went to have a pee before deciding to dress and make sure I kept warm as the night was a bit chilly. I sat in the dark and thought about my dream. I wondered if it would restart from the interruption or if it would carry on in real time without me being there. The problem was that I was so wrapped up in the whole wedding thing and was so looking forward to standing alongside my man that I felt cheated. I didn’t even know what he looked like as any thoughts that I had of him in the past few days had been of an entity, not an actual person. I sat and steamed as I was getting really mad at whoever that driver was down in the road because he had interrupted the best day in this womans life! It was then I saw the absurdity of what I had just thought and started to laugh. I laughed until I cried and then I cried for real.

When I pulled myself out of my funk I felt as if I had washed all of my cares away. I had not cried since the day my parents had died in a road accident and, even then, it wasn’t as deeply as I had just done. Looking at my watch I saw that it was after four and dawn wasn’t far away so I found some matches, lit a gas burner on the stove and made myself a cup of tea by boiling water in a saucepan. This was almost a reversion to cave-man days. Mind you, the tea actually tasted different.

After this I went and lay on my bed, fully clothed, and dozed off to a dreamless sleep. When I woke again the sun was shining and I went to look out of the window where the electricity workers were putting the finishing touches to the repair of the power lines. It wasn’t long before I heard the chirrup of various electrical items rebooting and the sound of my refrigerator starting up its cooling cycle. I made myself some breakfast and realised that I really needed to go shopping if I wanted to eat and drink for the next few days. There was a supermarket that I knew opened on Sunday mornings for a few hours and I would need to get the car out and drive there.

I went and stripped off again and went for a hot shower and shave and redressed once I was dried off. Feeling a lot better I checked that I had my cards and keys and went to get the car out. I drove to the supermarket and got a basket to get my shopping. I found a few frozen meals that I could use, some bread and milk and a small tub of marge as I had found that the one I had was very oily this morning, having been at room temperature for an extended time during the week.

As I shopped I couldn’t help but notice that they were playing old songs on the loudspeakers and, as I got the line up at the checkout, they had ‘My Sharona’ playing. This had been a real earworm for me in earlier days and I quietly sang along with it but, when it came to the ending I sang “My, my, my Fiona.” The dark-haired girl standing in front of me in the line turned around and said “How did you know my name?” as the blood ran from her face and she started to crumple. I instinctively went to stop her falling and called to the shop assistant to help me. Together we took her into the staff canteen and I put her on a settee they had. The assistant went and came back with both of our baskets, hers with her bag in it, then left us to fetch some smelling salts.

I sat in a chair while he was away and looked at her. I mean, I looked at Fiona, the girl I had seen in the mirror these last eight nights. I knew every part of her face, every part of her body and every part of her life and wondered, seeing her reaction, if she knew my inner self as well. The assistant finally returned with the smelling salts and gave them to me. I opened the bottle and waved it under her pert nose and she shuddered and then opened her eyes. I smiled at her and said “Hello, Fiona Margaret O’Halloran, I am so happy to meet you.” She looked at me for a few moments, said “Hello, Phineas Tobias Olsen, I am more than happy to meet you, too.” She then put her hand on my neck and pulled me towards her and we kissed for the first time.

She sat up and I sat beside her, holding her hand. She said “I have had the weirdest dreams this week. I woke up as you, in America. You were studying a new software package for your company and I couldn’t believe the places your hosts took you to in the evenings. I saw some sights I would rather forget and I had the feeling that you would not like them either. I also learned a lot about being a man that I didn’t know before. Then I was waiting for my bride at the church last night and some idiot let off fireworks outside the house and woke me up as she was coming into the church.”

I told her that we would have a lot to talk about and asked her if she would grace me with her presence for lunch. She smiled and said “I would love to, just let me take my shopping home to my mother and then I am all yours.” We took our baskets to the checkout again and bagged our things. I led her out to my car and we put the bags on the back seat and I opened that passenger door for her. She gave me a light kiss as she went to get in and I knew that we would be together for life. As my place was closest we took my shopping up and I put it away while she inspected my flat. She said that it was exactly as she had seen it in her dream Friday night after I had got home but there were more clothes in the wardrobe. I pointed to the two bags and told her that I had culled a lot only this morning. Before we left I took her in my arms and we kissed properly and when we came up for air I asked her if she would marry me and she said yes.

We took her shopping to her house and, before we went in, I said “When you are ready to paint over the pink of your bedroom, I will do it for you.” She was little shocked and then realised that I knew as much about her as she did herself. “No secrets, then” she whispered. I said “No secrets, my love.” We took her bags into her house and I met her mother in the flesh, being introduced as “Finn Olsen, the chap in my dreams that I had told you about. We met this morning and will be getting married as soon as we can arrange a day. I expect it will be the day after he gets back from America.”

As for the future, we had both lived some of it before so the week before our wedding went as smoothly as it had in our dreams. I did have to go to America to study up on the accounting software we were going to install, along with the central computer that would have all of the daily figures from all of our sites fed into it. I had a good job now and, although she didn’t have to work, Fiona wanted to stay with the spa. They did offer staff discount and we had both spent a few sessions there, although mine were in a separate room.

The wedding did go along without any interruption and we were both relieved when she got to the altar to stand alongside me. The honeymoon was everything we expected and, talking about expectations, Fiona was spot on with her prediction in regard to pregnancy. It’s a good job we bought the house from her mother.

The end

Marianne G 2021