All Change for Fleetwood

By Terri Ryan

All Change For Fleetwood - a journey of love, experimentation and gender change.
Michael’s looking forward to a weekend with friends in Blackpool. He waits until his wife Linda goes to work, and then Michael becomes Terri, outwardly an attractive young woman. Terri expects the weekend to follow the familiar pattern: dressing, drinking and dancing. Only this time, Terri’s world will change forever when she meets Marc in the Diamante Clutch Bag nightclub.
They get off to a flying start, and for a while it seems as though this will be fairy tale romance. Then Mel, Marc’s ex., seeks his protection from an abusive boyfriend. And Mel wants to start over with Marc. Marc is confused, and torn between his old fiancée, and his new love, Terri.
Feeling rejected and abandoned, Terri looks to online dating sites for company, kicks and sex. Following a wild period of experimentation, Terri comes to realise it’s Marc she wants, more than anything else in the world. As the injured party, Terri expects Marc to make the first move ... and Marc’s mother helps to smooth the process.
In the course of twelve months, Terri finds time for holidays with Marc, breast implant and gender reassignment surgery, being the victim of a late night attack, and a romantic affair with Sheree, her best friend at work.
As Terri thinks through her change of life and circumstances, she discovers the essence of being a women, and relives episodes of her earlier life at school, university, and marriage to Linda.
In a three-dimensional journey, All Change for Fleetwood reveals Terri’s physical, emotional and sexual journey, through extracts from her diary.
Sections of Terri’s story are explicit - this is life as she experiences it – but her story is more than a series of sexual romps. Rather, it is the growth and development of an individual, coping with the snakes and ladders of life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Torridon
• Release date: May 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311316561

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All Change for Fleetwood

Terri Ryan

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Copyright Terri Ryan 2014

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Although this book it partly auto-biographical, it contains much that is fictionalised and fantasised. No characters in this book are real people, living or dead. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Autumn 2010

Chapter 1 – Blackpool

Chapter 2 – Planning the change

Chapter 3 – Goodbye Michael, Hello Terri

Chapter 4 – Marc’s first visit

Winter 2010

Chapter 5 – Meeting Marc’s family

Chapter 6 – A girls’ night out

Chapter 7 – Christmas

Chapter 8 – Appointment for a boob job

Chapter 9 – A New Year

Chapter 10 – Implants

Chapter 11 – Making love with Sheree

Spring 2011

Chapter 12 – Shopping and more sex with Sheree

Chapter 13 – Greek Island cruise

Chapter 14 – The attack

Chapter 15 – Recovery

Summer 2011

Chapter 16 – Another holiday, and a revelation

Chapter 17 – A girls’ night out – strippers and sex

Chapter 18 – The rift

Chapter 19 – Dating sites and experimentation

Chapter 20 – Two dates and wonderful sex

Chapter 21 – Culture with Paul, Sex with Jim

Chapter 22 – Two for the price of one

Chapter 23 – Reconciliation

Chapter 24 – Proposal and the final change

Autumn 2011

Chapter 25 – Operation and recuperation

Chapter 26 – Intercourse

Chapter 27 – Mum and Dad

Winter 2011

Chapter 28 – The Hen Night and orgasms

Chapter 29 – Marriage

Autumn 2010 (goto ToC)

Chapter 1 – Blackpool

Thursday, 4th November, 2010

Linda had gone out, which meant I could change and head off for Blackpool with my case. She had never liked me changing while she was there. She didn’t like me changing at home at all, worried the neighbours would see me.

I was looking forward to the weekend. I’d been before, so I knew I was going to enjoy myself. The thought of meeting old friends and making new ones was always exciting..

As I set out, I had no idea this weekend trip would change my life. It would also change Linda’s life, but she didn’t know either.

The weather looked like it would be kind to us while we were there … not much in the way of wind, no rain, and sunny periods – that would be good for walking along the front, and into the city centre.

As I made my way across London to catch the train north, I started to feel more relaxed – I always did after becoming Terri. Some people say changing doesn’t affect their personality, but it always did with me … Terri was quite different to Michael.

At first, I watched to see if people noticed me. But it didn’t last long … just while the vestiges of Michael floated out of my consciousness and disappeared. I did get noticed this time at Euston. Two lads watched as I passed … I was wearing my black leggings and boots, which I always think makes me look sexy … I smiled and carried on.

The train wasn’t too busy … Thursday was always been the best day to travel to Blackpool. Coming back on the Sunday would be a real crush, so I always reserved my seat .

The journey was pleasant but largely uneventful. A businessman sat opposite and watched a video on his laptop. He seemed to find Terri attractive, and we chatted. That wasn’t unusual … I’m seldom ‘read’ anymore.

I changed at Preston, and got the much less comfortable train to Blackpool. A taxi from the station to the hotel on the sea front completed my journey.

The hotel we always stayed in was far from luxurious but better than seedy. The decor and fittings were a bit distressed in places, but the staff made up for it – they always told us they’d been looking forward to our six-monthly visit … apparently we had more fun and complained less than their usual clientele.

***

I booked in and made my way up the steep quirky stairs to the room I’d be sharing with Samantha. Samantha – who’s other name is Samuel – is usually known as Sam. She travels from Lincoln, and we’d been sharing a room on these weekends for a couple of years. Sam had always been much less forward and confident than I was, and rarely went out dressed … except to clubs after dark. It’s not that she looked bad, but somehow her lack of confidence shone like a beacon, and she was always ‘read’.

Sam hadn’t arrived yet, so I unpacked and went down to the bar. I greeted a few people I’d seen before, got a drink, and sat in the window watching for Sam to arrive. She was about an hour behind me, and arrived as I was finishing my third vodka. I rushed down to reception, kissed and hugged her, and helped carry her bags up to our room.

She unpacked while we gossiped and caught up, and then it was back to the bar. These were always boozy weekends, and it was good form to get started as soon as possible. After one drink, Sam went back upstairs to change so she’d be ready for dinner.

***

Thursday was always a quite night at the hotel, as most people arrived on the Friday. It was our habit to go out to a club after dinner – the Diamante Clutch Bag was our usual destination, as it was gay and tv-friendly. The buffet dinner was really quite good – better than the set-piece sit-down affairs for the rest of the weekend. We repaired to the bar at about eight-thirty.

At ten, we dashed up to our room, and changed to go out – short black dresses, black shiny tights, and heels. In reception, we met up with two other ‘girls’ waiting for their taxi to the Diamante Clutch Bag, and agreed to team up and share the cab.

The club was as quiet and dull as the hotel. I was beginning to think we should have stayed in and spent the evening propping up the bar. After half an hour Sue, one of the other girls, suggested going to Rue-Amores. Sam wasn’t very keen. Rue-Amores wasn’t a gay club, and though Sam wasn’t gay, she always worried about going somewhere not known to be gay or tv-friendly. Sue had been there before and reassured us. With Sam more or less convinced, we got phoned for a taxi.

Rue-Amores was much better – the place had some buzz, and wasn’t almost empty like the Diamante Clutch Bag. I went to the bar to buy the first round of drinks, and noticed a man sat there looking very miserable. Half an hour later I was back at the bar to help Sam carry the next round of drinks – the man was still there. He looked to be thirty-ish, and seemed to have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

After I’d delivered the drinks, I went back to the bar to talk to him. He looked up and managed a Hi.

I asked his name: Marc.

I’m Terri.

Hi, Terri.

You don’t look like you want to talk or have company, but I think you should.

He gave a half smile – there was a flash of a handsome face.

I made small talk, and he gradually joined in. I bought him a drink, which was obviously not the first one he’d had. I learned a little about him as he loosened up. He lived on his own in an apartment in Fleetwood.

That’s just up the coast, isn’t it? I already knew, but it helped the conversation along.

Marc’s big ‘story’ slowly came out. His long-time girlfriend, Mel, had left him in August. She’d moved out of Marc’s apartment and straight in with someone else. And they’d then announced their marriage plans – it had been a shock to Marc as he hadn’t spotted any of the signs. Since then he’d been running on automatic, surviving but not living. I gave him a hug – he hugged me back.

We moved away from the bar to a quieter spot. I got nods and hand signals from Sam and the others. Marc and I sat and talked. I held his hand. Later he put his arm around me, and I nestled into his embrace. We kissed. I was really beginning to like him. He was gradually showing he could be warm, witty, and charming … not the Marc I’d first met two hours before.

I’m, sorry … I’ve kept you from your friends. Won’t your boyfriend be pissed off?

My boyfriend? I was puzzled, and instinctively looked round – there was no one there as I didn’t have a boyfriend.

Didn’t you say his name, sorry ‘her’ name, is Sam? You know, one of those three trannies you came in with?

It took me a moment to realise in all the time we’d been chatting, he hadn’t ‘read’ me. I was amazed … and pleased. It was short-lived – I had to tell him about me somehow.

So I kissed him. Marc, although I’d love to be, I’m not a real girl either.

You’re joking.

Why would I joke about something like that?

There was a pause and his eyes lost focus while he mentally re-wired a few circuits in his brain. Then he was back with me again. Sorry. Can’t accept that – to me you’re a real girl.

Okay, well inside my head and my heart I’m a real girl.

That’s all that matters to me. And he kissed me again, passionately.

I was nice – great, in fact – kissing this handsome guy, but he’d obviously drunk way too much.

Sam came over to tell me they’d be going back to the hotel shortly and that the taxi was due in five minutes. Marc had a good look at Sam – I could see it made her very uncomfortable. He watched Sam walk away. She, he … isn’t a real girl … not like you, Terri.

I blushed. I should go with them … it’s nearly 2am. The taxi will be here soon.

Marc went back to wearing the miserable look I’d seen a few hours earlier. My heart skipped a beat … did I dare ask him? Would you like to meet up again tomorrow?

He looked unsure. I was unsure – I’d never picked up a man before. What did I think I was doing? Really Marc, I do want to see you again. Can you get away from work tomorrow?

Yes I could. He paused. You’re not just trying to cheer me up?

Yes I am trying to cheer you up … but that’s not why I want to see you tomorrow

I got my phone out. Give me your mobile number. I keyed it into my phone, and told him mine.

Call me, or text me to say what time you’d like to meet up … any time after about 10:30. Will you do that?

He nodded. I could see Sam waving to say the taxi had arrived. I kissed him … a long and tender kiss.

Call me. I commanded.

Okay. I will.

I walked away, waved from the door, and ran to the taxi.

***

Tell me all about it. Sam said as we got to our room back at the hotel.

I gave her the potted version, undressed, got into bed, and fell into a sound and happy sleep.

Friday, 5th November, 2010

I woke at about eight-thirty, still tired. And then I remembered the previous night. I was instantly excited – I’d never had a boyfriend before. Yes, I knew Marc wasn’t a boyfriend in the usual sense of the word, but this was the closest I’d ever been. And he’d promised to call me!

Sam was still in bed asleep and probably hung-over, but then she’d never been an early riser. I dressed as quietly as possible, and went down for breakfast. Sue came into the dining room shortly after me. She waved, and came to sit at my table.

You didn’t dance at all last night – spent to whole evening with that bloke.

I know, but we were busy talking.

Yeah, but the idea of going to a club is to dance. So, what did you talk about?

Him and me … mostly him.

He looked dead miserable – don’t know why you bothered.

He’d split up with a long time girlfriend over the summer.

God, not that old sob story? I hope you told him to deal with it?

Well … not exactly.

Sue obviously thought I was too soft, made a face, and carried on with her breakfast.

He’s promised to call me today.

She looked up, and her expression said, ‘You can forget that!’.

***

After breakfast I went for a walk along the promenade, while I waited for Sam to wake up. As I walked, I tried to work out how I felt about last night. Could I have a boyfriend? I wasn’t a real girl, however much I wanted to be. My wife, Linda, the family and the people at work knew me as Michael … or Mike, sometimes. I lived nearly 300 miles from Fleetwood. All hard practical stuff … so how did I feel about it? Excitement, real girly excitement – my heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. Of course Marc would call – what did Sue know?

By ten o’clock, I was back in our room, and Sam was drinking her first cup of coffee.

So, he’s due to call you any time soon. It was a statement, not a question.

Yes.

I sat on the wide window ledge, looking out at the sea front and the beach. The tide was out, and people were walking along the sand … just what I wanted to do with Marc.

I checked my watch – ten-thirty. No phone call yet, but that was okay.

I managed not to look again until eleven – still no call or text. I was getting worried, and after the euphoria, I had an awful sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

At eleven-thirty Sam looked up at me.

Well, you call him!

I sent Marc a text: "Hi Marc, Terri here loved talking last night. want 2 see U again. pls call. Terri x"

After ten minutes, the phone beeped and I nearly dropped it.

"Hi Terri. Thought you wouldn’t want 2. RU sure? Marc"

I replied: "Marc of course I’m sure! Please can we meet? Terri xxx"

A few minutes passed, and the phone beeped again: "Have just got up – see you 1pm your hotel? which one? Marc"

I sent: "Royal Bay View not far down from central pier – take me to lunch? T x"

Beep: OK think know where hotel is. yes we’ll go for lunch M x

Sam, he’s coming here to pick me up!

That’s a risk, isn’t it? He could see some of the horrors arriving for the weekend!

But I wasn’t worried. He knew – God, I hope he remembered – I was here on a ‘Tranny Weekend’. A voice inside me said, ‘But you’re not a tranny!’

I started to panic.

What shall I wear?

Sam rolled her eyes.

He’s only taking you to lunch, for goodness sake!

I felt like a teenager again, getting ready for a first date. I assembled several outfits and discarded them all.

Oh Sam, I can’t decide.

Well just choose something simple and ordinary. You don’t want to dress up to the nines just for Friday lunch in Blackpool. What about your leggings and boots?

I wore them yesterday!

But he doesn’t know that … give me strength! You’re just like a silly schoolgirl!

Yes I was – just like I would be if I were a silly teenage girl fretting over a first date. I chose the leggings and boots. And a polo shirt top. And my lovely brown Next jacket. God, I only had an hour to get ready.

***

By ten minutes to one, I was in the hotel lobby, looking out for Marc. I stopped breathing as I suddenly thought I wouldn’t recognise him, or he me. More people were arriving for the weekend. Some as themselves – so to speak – and others already dressed. Sam was right – there were some hideous apparitions, both male and female.

At precisely one, Marc arrived. He’d walked into the lobby before I could get out to him. He kissed me (oh, swoon!), took my hand and we walked out into the cool November air. Sam told me later, the way he kissed me and whisked me away caused quite a stir.

Let’s walk into town … I know a really nice coffee bar where we can have lunch.

Okay. I smiled inanely and squeezed his hand. After a little way, we started to talk.

I didn’t think you were going to call me.

Sorry Terri, I’d kind of decided I wasn’t. I thought maybe you were just being kind last night, and wouldn’t want to be away from your friends today.

I was so glad Sam told me to call him.

I really did … do … want to see you again Marc.

Good, so it’s all turned out for the best. I squeezed his hand again.

At the coffee shop, we settled into a quiet nook, sitting next to each other, and ordered.

I want to thank you for last night, Terri. Everything about Mel leaving seems all in perspective this morning, thanks to you.

You looked so unhappy, just like a little lost boy. And you are rather good looking, I added to myself.

And you’re just as attractive this morning as last night – I still can’t believe you’re not a real girl.

This was my prompt to talk about Terri, Michael, and my aspirations for the future. He listened, asked questions, and kissed me every now and then.

Even after all you’ve said, I can’t think of you as anyone but Terri.

Well, I have decided Terri’s my future … it’s just a question of getting there.

What about Linda, and work?

I’ll just have to take the plunge, leave her, and speak to my boss about making the change at work.

Will they be difficult?

No, I don’t think so … council’s are probably the least likely place to cause trouble.

And Linda?

She won’t like the loss of income or the embarrassment of having her husband leave her, but I don’t think she’ll miss me. We don’t have much of a relationship.

He paused to take it all in.

So, do you have a plan?

No … I’m so nervous about it, I haven’t been able to put it all together.

You don’t come across as the least bit nervous, quite the opposite … you seem to be a very self-assured person.

I know … other people have said that. But it’s Michael who has to make the decision – he’s not so strong.

He looked at his watch. It’s nearly three-thirty … let’s go and do some shopping.

Okay … you know girls love to shop!

We wandered around the shops until they closed. Marc didn’t buy himself anything, but he bought me a delightful midnight blue and silver dress. It was long, elegant, and came with a matching shortie jacket and evening bag. He insisted on buying it – I wouldn’t have spent the over £100 asking price – but it was very pretty.

Marc walked me back to the hotel. Just as we were about to go in, he asked me to dinner.

I think you need to go somewhere tonight so you can wear your new dress.

I looked up at the windows of the hotel – I could see people in the bar watching us, and I got a wave or two.

I’d love to, Marc.

I’ll pick you up at eight. We kissed. I really enjoyed that kiss, and I think Marc did too. He walked off to find his car, turned and waved. I waved back.

***

I needed a drink … to steady my nerves and fluttering heart. As I walked into the bar, everyone was looking at me, and there were whistles and shouts. I stood there, quite red and flushed, and ordered a drink. Sam came over.

That was some kiss. I guess you had a nice afternoon.

He’s taking me out to dinner!