THE REAL ME – A GIRL (Six Years Later)

HISTORY

Nancy MacLean

Editor's Note: Nancy's original story appeared in TVia #74.

This is not the land of dreams, though, and the real world was not what I wanted it to be. I had to face it.

A major promotion in my job took me and my family to one of the large industrial cities of the north. For a while my work consumed me sufficiently that I didn't mind not being able to dress often, but the day came when the girl within screamed to get out. She wouldn't be still. The trouble was that my new job did not require me to travel and I had no way of getting away alone and letting her come out into the open.

I thought that I would have a nervous breakdown. My chest heaved. I couldn't keep my hands still and I was like a blithering idiot in my work. I could do nothing right. It was terrible.

Finally, when I thought that I couldn't take it any longer, hope appeared. My wife got a job. That meant that I could be home alone while she was working. I was saved.

The very first day that she was on the job, I was sick. I really was. The depression had caught up with me and I was physically ill.

As she drove out of the yard I was already running for Nancy. She had been in hiding for about four months and she couldn't stay there any longer. After I had taken her clothes from their hiding place, fondling each soft garment as I unpacked it, I took a long, leisurely bath, liberally spicing the water with Windsong bath powder.

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