The Decision

His hands examined the clothes inside - soft dresses and underskirts of satin and nylon. He picked up a peach dress and caressed it against his close-shaven face.

By TJ Williams

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The doorbell rang, and without thinking, Alison answered it. It was David.

"Hello, is Peter there?" he asked.

In her shock, Alison had forgotten all about being dressed. Her hands caressed the front of her dress as she realised the seriousness of the situation she was in.

"I'm Peter..." she said, nervously. David looked at the woman facing him. He was not surprised - he had heard rumours about Peter, and now they were confirmed.

"We'd better make a move, the doctor is waiting."

"I can't go like this!"

"Irene's life is at stake, and you worry about what you're wearing? Come on!" he said urgently.

They were about to leave when Alison recalled her keys and money were in her handbag. Returning to the lounge, she grabbed her bag, and followed David to the car, slamming the door behind her.

"I feel I should offer you an explanation," Alison said as they drove to the hospital.

"There's no need. You're my boss, and I need my job." He turned to face her at a set of traffic lights.

"It's going to get around when I turn up at hospital like this..." Alison said, worried.

"It would have taken time to change, and from what I have heard she's lost a great deal of blood."

Alison picked up the car phone and phoned her office: "Mary, have all the staff meet at the office around four thirty."

"What are you planning to do?" David asked.

"My marriage will very soon be on the rocks. I'm coming clean. I've bottled things up for far to long."

"Would you like me to come in with you?" David asked as they turned into the hospital emergency entrance. "I think you might need some help."

The receptionist looked curiously at Alison as they entered, then, smilling, called for Doctor Longhurst. As Alison looked around, everyone seemed to be staring at her. A woman walked up and spoke to David.

"Mr Harrison, I'm Dr Longhurst." David pointed to Alison and told her "She's Mr Harrison."

"Ah, Mr Harrison, shall we go to a private room?"

Seconds later they were sat listening to the details of Irene's condition. "So you see, your wife is in a critical condition. Does she know about your transvestitsm?"

"Yes, but not to this extent."

"She's asking to see you before the operation..."

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