What Life Throws at You

"I'm not Richard. I got to meet a very charming and very handsome detective." She was radiant! "I hope that we can still see each other occasionaly."

Fuck! What was I going to tell her? 'I know you faked you own death and you're really a guy?' She was too beautiful! Maybe I should just let it go. No harm; no foul.

The phone rang in the other room. Kelly excused herself and returned ten minuets later. She looked crestfallen. I could tell that she had been crying. She took my glass over to the counter and refilled from the wine bottle. She hesitated a bit and returned to the table. She set the glass in front of me and did her best to look happy. She failed. I gulped it down and wondered what was wrong.

"It's ok Richard. I just heard that a friend had died." I knew she was lying! She took my hand. "I'm sorry baby. I truly wished that this could have worked out."

We both stood up and she kissed my cheek. I didn't care who she use to be, I still wanted her. I felt dizzy all the sudden. My head swam. "Kelly, I know that you're r----." The floor rose up and Bam!

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When I regained consciousness I found myself tied to a bed, with a rag of some sort stuffed in my mouth. After a while I rattled the bed and Kelly walked in. Oddly enough, the expression on her face showed sadness.

"I am so sorry Rick. Mrs. Myers told me that you had seen her this morning. I should have guessed that you would figure it out. You are a real smart guy. I put knock out drops in your wine." She sat on the bed next to me. "I will call a neighbor after I leave so you won't be confined long. I just wanted to give you an explanation before I go."

"My transition to Kelly wasn't so I could hide. I have wanted this for a long time. I always felt like a girl trapped in a boys body. My sister Cali married her husband and moved to England. I started buying women's clothes for myself after they left.