Tony, I should say Michelle, 75 years old now, stood looking out to sea, waiting for his granddaughter and great-grandchildren to turn up for a day at the seaside, with Grandma/great-grandma.
He could not help thinking back to his husband, Frank, who had died three years ago and how this was their favourite spot when they were catching.
He could not help thinking back to that strange, marvellous day when the great change in his life had occurred, and he had become a woman.
Back then, he hated being a woman; he could never have imagined falling in love, marrying, or becoming a mother.
But over time, his body and mind became one, and he softened in heart towards his new emotions, feelings, and desires.
He had experienced extraordinary love as a woman, but when he met Frank, he knew this love was different.
He somehow knew from the first time he met him that this was the man he would marry, the man whose children he would have, the man he would spend his life with.
As he stood there watching the seagulls fly over the crashing waves, he said a silent prayer to Frank, hoping he had been a good, loyal, loving wife to him.
He was brought back to reality when he heard a child shouting, "Great-grandma, we are here. "He looked at his great-grandchildren, his granddaughter, and his daughter.
He was so happy they had all come down to see him for the day.
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