What happens was, that Nerida started work as general manager and very quickly partner, for my Dad's company.
What happens was, that she and Dad got married three months before Eva and I.
The years passed sweetly. We were at a barbecue at Brody and Nerida's place.
I was taking a moment to myself after hunting down those two little monsters who masqueraded as my children.
I looked over to where my father and step-mother were standing with their two good friends and business partners and laughing; probably about the obscene amounts of money they were making these days.
My wife, as bold and beautiful as ever, was holding forth to a group of friends. She glanced my way every now and then, so that we could exchange a secret smile. Our youngest tried to race past her, but was grabbed and tossed squealing gleefully into the air. It was sometimes hard to believe that that wonderful athletic body, that I knew so very well, had produced our two lovely children (both naturally conceived).
I held out my arms as little Tahlia rushed across to me, "Mummy, did you see? Mum threw me up into the air."
"I did see, darling. You were like an aeroplane."
You know, life is pretty good for EJ.
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EJ
Short StoryThis is a love story with a crossdressing/transgender element. It starts a bit grim or perhaps with dark humour, but as it moves along there is light and eventually discovery . . . and things end well.
