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I had always had a thing for the 1950's.
The car's the music & the fashions.
I was a traveling salesman from the mid-west of America.
I spent a lot of my time on the road alone.
Whilst on my way to Cleveland I was getting mighty tired and my Ford Taurus needed gas.
So I pulled over at the next gas station which luckily for me had a motel attached.
I went in and asked for a room.
The old man behind the desk said to me he only had one room left & that was the honeymoon suite.
I was exhausted from a day on the road so I just took it.
The old man smiled and said well it will be on your own head.
I was too tired to wonder what he meant by that.
I got into the room stripped off my clothes and jumped into bed.
I had the most intense and vivid sexual dream.
The year was 1952 I was a young bride & my name was Susan.
I got married to Henry Caldwell a travelling hoover salesman.
When I woke up in the morning and the first ray of sunlight shot through the curtains and landed on me I could tell I was not alone anymore in my bed.
That's when the man lying next to me said hey honey you want to sort out my morning wood?
Something inside of me said yes.
I did not know how I knew it but this was my life and this was how I was supposed to be.
I did what a young bride would on her honeymoon and took care of my husband's every whim.
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do and the more I got into it the less of a man I was & felt more like the woman I was becoming.
After the first initial shock of waking up as a woman and the carnal lust and pleasure that came with it I felt myself settling down into my new life.
I left the hotel with my new husband and notice the sign guaranteeing that one night in there honeymoon suite you would wake up a new person.
How I traveled back in time & how I became a woman I don't know but I would not give it up for my old life back.
Looking back at that picture taken 20 years ago when I first became Mrs Caldwell that was the happiest point in my life.
