Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 100

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This is the big one, does she tell him? You'll have to read it to find out! An extra long episode to mark the ton!

Easy As Falling Off A Bike
by Bonzi's Mum.
part 100.0000000000000000000000000000000000000

Although my body was increasingly feminine and curvy, and my dangly bits esconced in my body with glue, I was shy of Simon seeing me. So I undressed in the bathroom and after donning the sexiest nightdress I had, a pink thing with lace around the edges and shoelace straps, went back into the bedroom. The lighting was low, deliberately. I didn't want him spotting any signs of my former self that I'd somehow not hidden sufficiently. It was also more romantic.

Sometimes I wondered what I was up to, setting myself up for a fall by creating an atmosphere of seduction and then failing to deliver. Actually I so wanted to make love to Simon, that I'd have given almost anything to have been able to do it. I had this longing in my loins for him, but I knew that it may all be a delusion, even after surgery, I might not feel anything much at all. However, that wouldn't stop me yearning for it. I can't ever have babies, but it won't stop me wanting them.

I'd mysteriously left the bottle of Opium in the bathroom and some got squirted on me when I was changing, so Simon was happy with what he could see and what he could smell.

"Hmm," he said, "you look nice," and he smiled warmly at me. He'd got into bed in a tee shirt and his underpants. I was dreading that he might wear his Harry Potter PJs as he had threatened.

I got into bed alongside him and allowed him to put his arm around me and kiss me. I know it was asking for trouble, but I had every confidence in Simon keeping to his word.

"You will never know how hard this is," he said and I fell about laughing at the double entendre. "What are you laughing at? Oh, well that as well," he sniggered and we were soon helpless with laughter.

"One day, I hope you'll think it was all worth the wait." I kissed him and pushed him gently onto his back running my hands over his chest hair and down towards his waist. It made his tummy muscles jump and after I'd done it a few times he moved my hand back up his body.

"I think so, or is this part of this dreadful secret you have, which dominates your life. I know, you're already married to an Arab prince who is likely to come charging up the stairs on his white stallion to collect you and take you back to his harem."

"Oh yeah," I rolled my eyes heavenwards and shook my head, "it's not an Arab, it's a white Russian and his band of cossacks."

"Oh," he said thoughtfully, "not Ivan Hood and his merry men?"

"No it's Ivan Edake, otherwise known as the Avoider."

I watched him process what I'd just said, then he smiled followed by a chuckle, "I've an headache, ha ha, yes very good. You should do stand up."

"I'd much rather lie down sometimes, if the company is suitable." I purred at him and snuggled up against him. This was how I imagined a proper relationship, just cuddling and snuggling much of the time rather than going at it like bunnies on viagra.

"But you don't know where I've been," said Simon.

"Well your tee shirt says 'Isle of Wight', so I can make a reasonable guess."

"My underpants say made in China, but I haven't been there at all."

"Now you're making it difficult," I grumbled, "remember I'm just a simple girl who best friends are dormice."

"Yes, that isn't what the secret is about is it, a dormouse fetish?"

"There are probably worse ones."

"That is undoubtedly true," he said nodding his head, "so are you ever going to tell me, what this awful secret is?"

"I'd like to tell you some time," I blushed, "but I feel it would spoil the moment, and this is special to me. I have waited all week to feel you hold me."

He knew I was stalling, my confidence evaporating under my need to be physically with him. I wanted to savour this for a long time, because it might be the one and only time it happened. Once he knew, he'd drop me faster than a hot coal.

"Okay, we have a whole weekend to talk." He wrapped his arms around me and I spooned into him feeling how 'hard it was for him' against my back.

"Don't you have some secrets too?" I said as he gently rubbed my breasts with his thumbs, it was so erotic I could have jumped him there and then.

"Who me, nah, except trade ones of course."

"Stella seemed to think you hadn't told me a few things." I hinted and then felt rather stupid.

"Stella has mouth bigger than her brain by a factor of ten." His tone was cold rather than angry.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, but I thought you had discussed it."

"Just what did she say to you?"

"Nothing, it was a hint an inference I made. I obviously got it wrong."

"Maybe," he mumbled quietly and held me tight. I could feel him smelling the back of my neck. "Mmmmmmmm, you smell nice," he said kissing me on the nape of my neck.

"That's nice, v-e-r-y n-i-c-e," I purred. I shuddered almost to an orgasm but my body held me in that not quite there yet mode, and I drifted into a world of pure sensuality. I reached back and rubbed gently a hard object that had been in danger of impaling my spine and I heard his breathing deepen. Then he started groaning gently.

"Oh, does that hurt?" I asked with feigned innocence.

"Only when you stop," he added breathing very heavily.

"I'd better not then," I offered mischievously and continued.

"I hope you have some tissues handy, then." He grunted, "Because you are gonna need them NOW! Oh God."

I grabbed them with my other hand and passed them behind me. I was still glowing and happy to bathe in this feeling for a while longer. I could hear and feel the bed moving as he made himself more comfortable, but I was almost asleep in my happiness, safe and secure and for the moment loved.

I woke up in the night, aware of the warmth of the body next to me and the arm draped casually over me in ownership? I was happy to be his property in one sense, although I had this sense on impending catastrophe, which would hardly make me seem to have psychic powers or forecasting the future.

I lay wondering what Stella had meant about him, because he almost denied having any secrets. The law of Common Sense, suggested that as we didn't know each other that well, we'd both have secrets from the other. Some would be deliberate others would be just a matter of time before they revealed themselves. Assuming that we stayed together long enough to see them. I thought that unlikely and decided I would enjoy the night and tell him tomorrow as soon as I could pluck up the courage.

I snuggled and dozed all night, not really sleeping properly, more shallow cat naps. I was therefore still dozy when he woke up the next morning and after slipping out to the loo grabbed me and began kissing me. I tried to push him off and it became a sort of pillow fight come wrestling match. Then I had to run to the loo, and jumped on him when I came back and the rough house started again. He was so strong compared to me, probably weighing half as much again and making me feel very feeble by comparison.

"So what's this dreadful secret? You don't like sex do you?"

"I don't know, it's more that I can't have sex."

"What, you can't have sex? Why not, don't you have a fanny?"

He accidentally hit the nail on the head first go. I burst into tears and turned away from him.

"Hey, c'mon, don't cry. Let's talk this through." He held me as I continued to sob.

"I have something terrible to say." I managed to stop crying for a moment and this sense of calm seemed to come over me. I'd heard that just before execution, some people resign themselves to the inevitable and become at peace with the world. I was approaching that place.

"Well don't say it." He held me tighter. "If it's going to stop me loving you, don't say it. I don't want to hear it."

"It won't stop me loving you," I said," because I think I shall always do that, but it may affect the way you feel about me."

"Well don't tell me, I don't want to hear it."

"I have to," I said, "I can't keep this to myself any longer."

"No," he said and I felt him get off the bed and go out of the room.

He knows, I thought to myself, he bloody well knows. I lay there sobbing to myself feeling my sense of peace had gone as well as my chance of happiness. I knew he would come back and get his stuff and leave, so what was the point of getting up. If I was going to die of a broken heart, I might just as well stay in bed.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up. I was alone and I assumed Simon had gone. I needed to wee, so I got up and walked to the bathroom. I could hear the radio or telly downstairs, so after doing the necessary I slipped on my matching pink and lace dressing gown and went downstairs.

He was stood with his back to me staring down the garden. I walked up behind him and said, "I'm sorry."

He flinched and stepped away from me. I knew then for sure that he knew.

"I didn't mean to deceive you. Stella encouraged me and it developed a momentum of its own." I felt tears running down my face, yet I wasn't sobbing, just bereft. I couldn't feel anything, except a gaping void where my heart used to be. The tears continued to flood down my face.

"I hope you enjoyed your little joke." His voice was cold and distant.

"It wasn't a joke to me Simon, I did fall in love with you. I'm still in love with you and I'm so sorry. I did try not to get into a relationship, but it was you who kept pushing me for one."

"Yeah, that's right blame me for it all. It's always my fault, every bloody woman I've dated has done that to me. Even you, a sort of pseudo-woman."

"It isn't my fault that I don't have the body I've always wanted, or that this one isn't as perfect as I'd like it to be, for you. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than allowing you to make love to me, but I can't. I tried to tell you the other day, but you wouldn't let me. I am so sorry."

That was it, the dam broke and I ran upstairs and threw myself on the bed and cried myself silly. Once again, I fell into an exhausted sleep. I awoke when I heard the door close.

"I've brought you a cup of tea, I guessed you could do with one."

"Thank you, I thought you'd have left me ages ago."

"Yeah, well, so did I." He sat on the edge of the bed. I sat up and sipped the tea.

"Tell me," he asked, "are you intending to become a woman, I mean a full one?"

"You mean am I transsexual and planning on having a sex change operation?"

"Not quite, I mean what I can see of you is a lovely young woman, so are you going to get a you know...?"

"A vaginoplasty etcetera."

"Whatever they call it, yes."

"Yes, as soon as I can, but that could be a year away yet." He seemed to have got over his shock and I explained how Stella had discovered my secret and encouraged me to play along.

"I shall kill my sister, stupid bitch."

"Please don't, she meant well and she didn't control what happened between us."

"No I suppose not."

"Anyway, I didn't mean to deceive you, I wouldn't hurt you for all the world." I began to tear up again and this time he put his arm around me.

"It's going to take me some time to deal with this, and I can't guarantee that I will in the way I'd like to. But I'd like to stay friends and see what happens."

"I'd like that too," I was clinging onto any straw he offered me.

"I'd like to meet your father."

"But he's uncon..., well yesterday he was in a sort of coma."

"I'd still like to see him."

"If you want, but it's not a pretty sight."

"Come one, get yourself sorted and we'll go and see him."

"I wasn't lying about him you know."

"I know, come on get dressed."

I showered and dressed in a denim skirt and jacket with a light blue silky vest top. I kept my makeup to a minimum and put on my boots. He ushered me out to his car and with me directing him we went to Southmead. We parked up and I after buying the car park ticket, I led him along to the ward my father was on.

"Oh hi Cathy," said the ward sister, "I was hoping you'd call so we could share the good news."

"Why what has happened?" I was completely puzzled.

"His eyes are open, he's pretty well awake and he's looking for you."

"Oh my goodness, can I see him?"

"Yeah, course you can. Who's this?"

"Oh this is a friend of mine, Simon."

"Hello Simon," she said earthily.

"Sorry, I'm spoken for," he replied which confused me even more.

I puzzled as I walked towards my father's cubicle, the curtains were around him still and I poked my head between them before stepping through. "Hi Daddy," I said quietly and his head turned slowly towards me he beamed a huge smile at me and I stepped through and kissed him on the cheek.

" 'Aaa- feee," he struggled to say and I began to cry again, this time with a sense of joy. He might just get over this.

It was a few moments before I even remembered Simon was there I was so rapt with my dad. I heard him cough politely behind me. "Oh gosh, Daddy, this is a friend of mine, Simon."

Simon stepped through and squeezed my dad's hand, "Pleased to meet you Mr Watts, Cathy has told me lots about you." I was desperately trying to think what I had told him. I felt sure it was all bad stuff and I shuddered at the thought of what he might say.

If he started on at my dad for being a pig to me earlier, it could set him off on another stroke, as could suddenly saying, he was my boyfriend, although he wasn't at the moment, if I'd understood what he'd been saying to me. But then I was so mixed up, he could have said anything and I'd have confused it.

"I haven't made any bread today, but I shall bring you some in tomorrow and some soup, if you'd like?"

He indicated he did, so I glanced at Simon for his agreement. "I'll make sure she does, don't you worry," then he winked at my dad, who smiled back. There was some unwritten language going on here, man-talk and I wasn't quite sure what they were saying, although I could have made a guess at it. We stayed for about another half an hour and seeing he was tiring we left, I kissed him on the cheek as we went and he smiled before nodding off to sleep.

Nothing was said until we got back into the car. "He seems to have accepted his daughter very easily, doesn't he?"

"I didn't give him a choice and his dependency means he hasn't the strength to reject me. He might also feel it easier to blackmail a daughter into looking after him."

"I hadn't thought of that." He paused as if in deep thought.

"I didn't think I would take to him given how he treated you before, but it's difficult to kick a man when he's down."

"I'm glad you didn't, although it would have surprised me if you had."

"Why?"

"Because you're a gentle man, a nice guy and the rough stuff isn't your style, far too sophisticated for that."

"I don't know, you got me into a scrap the other week. In fact you joined in as well if I recall correctly."

"Well I couldn't let them hurt someone I loved now, could I?"

"I suppose not. Now I've met your dad, you'll have to come and meet mine."

"I'm sorry, I didn't even know your dad was still alive, your mum isn't is she?"

"No she's gone, but I have a step mother."

"Is she the proverbial dragon?"

"No she's rather nice actually."

"So where do they live?"

"They have a place in Hampstead."

"Oh, London."

"Is there another? Yes, Dad's a business man."

"Not into banking, is he?"

He suddenly looked rather coy, "Yes actually."

"What in your bank?"

He nodded.

"Presumably higher up the food chain if he can afford to live in Hampstead."

"A bit," he didn't look me in the eye and I felt a bit suspicious.

"So what is he, a director or something?"

"Sort of." He was blushing, what was he hiding?

"What do you mean sort of? What is he?"

"You spoke about him the other day."

"Oh my God, no wonder you were defending him and his 'conservation measures'. My God, but he's...."

"Yeah, exactly.."

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easy as

yayyy first comment on pt 100, keep em going, i wonder what simons secret is

100 episodes of great reads

Hi,

Wow, what a hundredth episode. Thank you so much, I'm so sure that it has taken you a lot of time and effort to reach 100 and carry such a readership with you. And just when you have got over the main revelation, you add another twist at the end.

Here is to the next one hundred

Hugs

Karen

Looking forward to ...

... part 100.00000000000001 :o)

Wild Horses wouldn't keep me away.

Geoff

brilliant! but there are thorns here ....

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Angharad, this series has been truly remarkable. I've very much enjoyed reading it, seeing the characters grow and change. Really, really well done.

Now, for the thorns in the rose:

Cathy is quite clearly a rather forgiving sort (witness her with her mother, and then her father; witness her willingness to become friends with Stella after a literal run-in, and Stella's occasional acerb remarks as they became acquainted; witness her preference for avoiding confrontation with neighbors and with school mates), but ...

"Even you, a sort of pseudo-woman,"

quoth Simon.

Is that forgivable? Or is it the sort of cut that seems minor enough when acquired, but that never heals, festers, and gets infected?

Amy!

Part 100...

Congrats Angharad,

not only you made it to part 100 of your great series, no you did a more then well chapter too. You really really have knack at getting your readership onto an emotional rollercoaster. I donÄt know what else to say, but i really hope for another great 100 chapters.

Saphira
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>> There is not one truth only out there. <<

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>> There is not one single truth out there. <<

A metric century

Let's see now, a metric century is aproximately 62 miles, since we are talking cycling here. Thus you owe us readers something in excess of another 50 parts to this story as you are not yet to the two-thirds mark.

Tonnage wise you are doing well as a metric ton is almost exactly 2200 pounds, or only a few hundred pounds less than my Ford Focus.

Simon is amazing though with her quixotic emotions I agree the psudo-woman comment could come back to upset things between them. The verdict is still out on Dad but at least Cathy's eyes are open to it possibly being largely Dad's desparation at loosing his wife and the strokes. Stella and Simon's dad could be a BIG problem, only you and your computer keyboard know for sure.

Remarkable stuff. Bravo.

John in Wauwatosa

John in Wauwatosa

100 enjoyable chapters

Thanks for your hard work and your great story telling talent.But could you give Cathy just one peacefull week!!Just kidding Amy M

Intuition?

Cathy didn't actually tell him, but he knows her truth. But it was okay as long as she didn't try to say anything. To me that sounds like he is in seriously in denial. Certainly not a indication of a stable mental outlook, his hurtfull remark to Cathy is another sign of that.

Yet he seems to have been playing up to Dad, and wants Cathy to meet his dad. Is he back in denial again? I would be worried if I were Cathy.

Karen J.

"Being a girl is wonderful and to torture someone into that would be like the exact opposite of what it's like. I don’t know how anyone could act that way."

College Girl - poetheather


"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin

The Stages of Grief

  1. Denial - "Well don't say it." He held me tighter. "If it's going to stop me loving you, don't say it. I don't want to hear it."
  2. Anger - He flinched and stepped away from me . . . . "I hope you enjoyed your little joke." His voice was cold and distant . . . . "Yeah, that's right blame me for it all. It's always my fault, every bloody woman I've dated has done that to me. Even you, a sort of pseudo-woman."
  3. Bargaining - "I've brought you a cup of tea, I guessed you could do with one." . . . . "Tell me," he asked, "are you intending to become a woman, I mean a full one?"
    • Backslide into Anger - He seemed to have got over his shock and I explained how Stella had discovered my secret and encouraged me to play along.

      "I shall kill my sister, stupid bitch."

    • Forward again into Bargaining - "It's going to take me some time to deal with this, and I can't guarantee that I will in the way I'd like to. But I'd like to stay friends and see what happens."
  4. Depression - As quickly as he shot through those phases, I'd not be surprised to see this one hit him later on.
  5. Acceptance - Along with this one, of course.

So it seems he's grieving the loss of his perfectly wonderful world in which everything fit so nicely -- Wonderful job, great relationship with his surviving family, a girlfriend that wants to move slowly (but inevitably) toward marriage (at least as far as he knows). And that all took a left turn. It's not gone, but not what he thought it was.

Note: When quoting a passage and leaving out parts that include entire sentences instead of just partial sentences, the elipsis used between parts quoted should have 4 dots, not 3
Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

Wasn't it Jim Henson who said, "Without faith, I am nothing," after all? Wait, no, that was God. Sorry, common mistake...

Very nicely summed up

You have brought that all together very nicely, well done!

About your "note", I think you will find that different style manuals use different rules for the use of the ellipsis. Some say three only, some say the ellipsis should be inside brackets, and some say the number depends on the location and useage.

M

"If you are too open-minded your brains will fall out"

Damaged people are dangerous
They know they can survive

EASY????

100 down, with what another 440 to go. It is such a wonderful and enchanting tale that I shall perservere and finish it although I don't think that EASY.... covers it. with great appreciation and thanks, 'Sika

A milestone!

To mark my insane endeavor, that I am reading this from the beginning. Current chapter number - 1116.

Request - if anyone is doing the same, future readers, why don't you reply to this comment and tell the chapter number you had when you got here? :)

Faraway


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milestone indeed...

The story was up to 1419 when I got here.

To quoth a most excellent line from a most excellent character in a most excellent (if unfortunately never concluded) TG series:

"Seriously deficient".

*sigh* ... alas, Rebecca deMere, where are you now? Not that there aren't plenty of interesting stories out there to read, but still... I didn't much care for how 'ol Frank Herbert left us hanging with the Dune series either. I know it wasn't his fault he died, but...

Angharad... if you think for any reason you might have limited time left to finish this story, please finish it before leaving us behind ;)

Abigail Drew.

Frank Herbert and Dune

Abigail,
Fortunately for us fans of the Dune series, Frank left extensive notes about his planned final book; and his son Brian and Kevin J. Anderson took those notes and wrote Hunters Of Dune and Sandworms Of Dune to bring closure to the series. But, rather than leaving things off there, they have gone on to produce an additional 10 Dune novels, filling in the gaps which had been left between the original Frank Herbert novels.

Jenny

I don't like...

Where Brian went with it. I don't like Brian's style even. TETO, but not for me.

Abigail Drew.

Century Mark

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It's currently at 1428, and going strong. I started reading this last week, and have enjoyed it very much. Realistically, Simon's reaction was probably the most positive one could expect.. His interaction with Cathy's dad was promising.

Yours,

JohnBobMead

Yours,

John Robert Mead

Yay!

I've been doing the same over the last 3 or 4 days, and the current chapter is 1508! I don't know if I'll ever catch up, but I'll try! Enjoying it immensely though, and very glad I forgot the chapter I stopped at before... Hehe! ^^

Started last week I'm at

Started last week I'm at chapter 100 and episodes are up to 1775. Great story I can't stop reading good thing my day(ugh)job is slow. Hey I'm getting paid to read this w00t w00t!


I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

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Hi Mandy you are not the only recent starter. I'm on 498 today and find that I have to stop myself "bingeing" otherwise nothing else would get done let alone read

Rhona McCloud

Nice to know I'm not alone.

I'm glag that Angharad is still writing this and posting daily, as I wouldn't have otherwise discovered this epic. I wonder if there is a popularity table somewhere on this site? I have looked and could not find one.

You are so right about it being dangerous to one's task list though :)

Chapter 1578

Was where I started, now it is larger.

I stand in awe of this story. High quality material and lots of it.

I am happy to see Cathy to let Simon know. From here on it is all up to him, and she knows he has a secret. This is going to be fun.

Was reading chapter 2073

Was reading chapter 2073 (!!!!!) when I went back to check #1 to see when she started, got hooked again,and am now reading again from the beginning as well as from the daily Dormouse posted each day. GREAT story! Thanks again, Angharad!!!
Hugs,
M.

Good

Thank you, thank you, thank you Ang. Finally. If I were Simon, I'd just accept that I've the most beautiful GIRL in the world. I mean you don't need a fanny (you've got me saying it) to make music, do you? Just ask Wm Clinton.

Cefin

Completely hooked on Cathy

Angharad, I discovered this great series 3 days ago, and have really enjoyed the first 100 cathysodes. I've only read your Gabyverse stories before now. I'm really looking forward to the next 2600 or so episodes.
Love, Bev