Life is rarely fair. Rory knew this all too well as he
watched his wife, Emily, die slowly of cancer. When the final day came he
completely broke down. Family helped his with the funeral arrangements.
Everything Rory valued in life was buried that day.
When a man is thrown so low he thinks of things he should
never think. When the pain was more than he could take, Rory planed his
suicide. Before he could carry out the
act, he finds a postcard of his honeymoon with Emily. After long tears, Rory calls and books a
night at the secluded retreat where he spent a week with his wife. He is
pleased he can reserve the same room from so many years ago.
He was eager to visit the old memory when he arrived at the
inn. The innkeeper showed Rory to his room. She inquired about Emily and their
marriage. Rory told the innkeeper what happened, fighting tears the entire
time. “There, there,” the kindly old woman said. “Everything will be all right.”
Rory settled into the room, unpacked his clothes, and lay on
the bed. He took out lingerie he loved seeing his wife wear. He cuddled the
purple lace and breathed deep the lingering smell of his departed love. He fell
asleep.
When he awoke he felt different. He was wearing his wife’s
lingerie. He looked down and saw breasts. He ran to the mirror and looked himself
up and down. He looked exactly like Emily! Rory was so happy. He was with Emily
again. The innkeeper gave Rory a hug as he left the next day. “Now, young lady,
live the life Emily deserved.” “I will,” he said, enjoying the feel of lace
against his smooth skin.
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