Soldier, Prisoner, Sissy, Bride

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Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing Roy, who comes from Manchester, told his parents he was moving to London for work. In reality, he was living with his partner in his in-laws’ house in the capital and, as the big day drew nearer, he became ever more nervous.

He became malnourished on just a bowl of Weetabix and a smoothie a day. Roy sought comfort in his husband, who he still loved, but says they barely had any time together.

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I turned around and he was standing there. Tall and very good looking, with a voice like warm caramel sauce, and a look in his eyes that … well, a look that spoke to me. She said if I wanted to marry him I would have to dress as a woman on the wedding day. I would also need to pretend to be a woman for a while to convince the community her son isn’t gay.” I accepted the loan of the beautiful blouse and skirt, and the shoes, and I went to lunch with Nathan Boland and his mother. I could recount everything that happened, but I can only say that it was a whirl. It almost seemed like an out of body experience. Certainly, everything that happened was on another level, a level somewhere between earth and heaven. Somewhere perfect, where every word that he spoke was music and every look that he gave me thrilled me beyond belief, and where it seemed that I was having the same effect on him. Roy said she treated him “worse than Cinderella”, making him work 18 hours a day doing demeaning domestic chores.

Me and his mum would go shopping for the ­wedding and she would tell me I was going to be her best friend. Nonsense, my dear,” said the older woman. “We have something in your size. We might remove that decoration from your hair, which looks wonderful, I should say. And are …?”I think that I have decided that it is not,” I said, openly expressing the decision that I had just made. Eloise was not right for me, and clearly I was not right for Eloise. Not looking like this. Awhile into the flight Daisy assisted Jane to bring us all a bite to eat. We landed and then were taken in a limo to the mansion. The route was a long winding road up a mountain. I now understand why it happened. I have been a fool all my life. I imagined a life for myself that was dictated by the shape of my body, not the shape of my soul. I now know how wrong I was.

Before lunch was even over, his mother said: “I am going to leave you two to finish on your own. I feel like an intruder.”He said: “I still can’t sleep. Sometimes I wake up screaming in the night and see her face. I shout ‘I’m not a woman.’ I never want this to happen to anyone else.” Wearing the dress I had chosen, when I looked in the mirror I fell in love. I fell in love with myself. I realized that the old me was a repulsive creature. This person looking at me was something truly desirable. The perfect bride. I’m Nathan Boland,” he said extending his hand. “This is my mother’s bridal business.” He took my hand and rather than shaking it, he kissed it, as if I was a princess. Which is exactly how I felt. But even then, I still thought of myself as a guy with some fixed ideas about how a bride should be. I would show Eloise and she would clap her hands and agree with me. She would be the bride and I would be the groom. We would be married. I would take her to bed, and we would live a normal life.