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The True spirit Of Christmas (or the awakening of Katie) By Paul1954 Prologue Clare Warrington was sitting on the sofa in the large living room, holding a cup that contained the last dregs of the coffee she had just finished, and staring at the Christmas tree that stood proud in the corner. She had always loved this time of year as she and her husband, Thomas, brought up their young family. She couldn't really narrow it down to any one thing - it had been everything and nothing! It had been Thomas going up into the loft to retrieve whatever had been reusable from last years decorations and the children's excitement as the Christmas tree lights flickered on for the first time. It had been the dressing of the tree with Katie getting the honour of placing the porcelain fairy at it's summit. It had all seemed so much fun and magical. Today, well - it just wasn't the same any more and it would never be the same again since Katie had died from a fatal dose of meningitis six years ago. She had only been nine at the time, just two years older than Matthew and four years older than Samuel, and Clare still missed her dreadfully. She thought back to when she first married Thomas. She had come from a family of all boys, having three brothers, and had never had the sister she had so wanted to share her childhood with. She knew that she wanted children as soon as possible and had been thrilled when just two years after their marriage, she had given birth to a baby girl - her daughter Katie. Of course she had adored their two sons, but she still craved for the feminine companionship that Katie had given her and she sometimes felt very alone. They had never wanted to try for another baby since her death, she would have felt that, somehow, they might have been trying to replace Katie and that just didn't feel right! They did, however, feel the need to make some changes to their life. That was why they had moved down to this old country house soon after her death, there were too many ghosts of Katie that still lingered to remain where they had been living, and the house they found in the country had been perfect for them. Thomas was a professional scriptwriter and had welcomed the solitude and quiet that this rural part of Norfolk gave him; the children - well, they enjoyed the space and the wildness of the flat countryside - such a contrast to the small terraced townhouse they had come from. Clare's pensive mood was broken by the creaking of the living room door which led to the hallway. "Thomas really will have to put some oil on that hinge", she thought to herself, as she saw her eldest son Matthew, walk into the room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Well good morning Matthew, did you sleep well?" she asked, a little concerned as he sat down next to her. He looked a bit washed out to her; she had never seen him looking quite this pale before! Matthew leaned back on the sofa, his hand held up to his head. He didn't know how to start to answer her question - last night it had all started again! * * * * * December 21st, 1996 His mother passed Matthew a warm cup of tea, and as he sipped at it his mind drifted back to last night, and the previous years that had led up to it. It had all started six years ago when they had first moved to this house. It had been summertime and both Samuel, his younger brother, and himself had spent hour after hour enjoying the warm weather, and taking advantage of the bright evenings, to explore what was a whole New World to them. The energy they had spent in doing so had almost been a catharsis for them as they tried to come to terms with the loss of their sister. It had them to work the grief, and uncertainty, out of their system and, afterwards, they had settled down into the new routine of their lives, and managed to reclaim some degree of normality again. As summer had turned to autumn, and the falling leaves coloured the landscape with their rich golden, red, and brown colouring, the mood around the family seemed to change again - there seemed to be a pervading sadness that was gradually creeping in to the whole family's sub-conscious. This feeling slowly intensified until the second week in December when Samuel innocently asked when they were going to put the decorations up for Christmas. It was at this point that the whole family faced up to their dread of approaching Christmas without Katie; this would be their first time without her being here and they knew that it was going to be an ordeal for all of them. Despite this prevailing undercurrent, Clare and Thomas made an effort to try and continue with their usual rituals of getting down the decorations and buying, and dressing, the tree. The most poignant moment was, undoubtedly, the pause before Clare finally finished the proceedings by placing a fairy at the top of the tree. It was a few days later, on the night of December 20th, that what had been Matthew's safe and secure world suddenly became a much darker and frightening place. Matthew had been eight, and his mother had led him upstairs before reading him a bedtime story and had, finally, tucked him deep underneath his duvet. This was a familiar ritual and one that helped him get to sleep relaxed, and carefree. Tonight, though, was going to be different. It had been freezing cold all day, and the central heating had been left on until his parents went to bed, so his room was still nice and warm. It hadn't taken long for Matthew to become hot and he poked his head above the bedclothes, grateful for some, relatively, fresh air. As he looked around the, by now, familiar room he could just about make out some of the furniture, along with various items that he had left on top of the bookshelves that adorned his walls. It was a relatively clear night despite the occasional cloud, and minute by minute, he could start to discern a little more detail from his surroundings. It was just then that he thought he saw something in the far right corner. As he stared he started to see a pale glowing shape that seemed to be slowly grow. At first he thought it was a trick of the light, though he couldn't imagine what might be causing it, but the longer he stared the more pronounced the shape became, gradually getting taller and gaining more substance. It had seemed like a lifetime but, in reality, could only have been thirty seconds or so when the shape, whilst remaining translucent, took on the form of a young woman. Matthew gasped and suddenly felt the room's temperature drop dramatically. He started to emit a dry, rasping cry for his mother, which came out as more of a high-pitched squeak, as the figure appeared to become aware of his presence and seemed to look towards him. Matthew knew that he was seeing an apparition of some sort and it was only a morbid sense of fascination that prevented him falling into a dead faint as the figure slowly moved towards him. Nothing much else registered as he noticed that the woman appeared to be observing him. To his eyes it seemed as if she were evaluating something, before she turned away with what, he could swear, was an air of disappointment before gradually fading away as she reached the corner of the room. When he woke, the next morning, he said nothing about his experience to his family. He didn't want to broach the topic of anything to do with death at the risk of upsetting everyone. He bore the repeated visits over the next four nights, with similar, and admirable, fortitude, before the night of the 25th. Each visit had taken on the same pattern with the ghost of the young woman walking towards him, and then looking disappointed, before fading away and he had almost gotten used to it by the time they had ceased. He saw no more of the ghost during the next year and had almost started believing that he had imagined the whole thing, putting it down to the upset and stress he suffered following his sister's death. By the time that Christmas had arrived again, the Waterstone's were in a much better frame of mind to enjoy it, having recovered from the ordeal of last year. It still wasn't the same without Katie, and would never be again, but ultimately - life had to go on. It was again, on the night of the 20th December the following year, that Matthew settled down to sleep. He had been bordering in the twilight world that existed between consciousness and sleep, when he suddenly felt goosebumps form all over his flesh. He instinctively looked over towards the corner of his room to see the forming of the same apparition that had appeared to him last year. As before, it slowly walked over towards him before considering him for a second, and then disappearing in apparent disappointment. The previous year's pattern repeated itself, by the apparition appearing on each of the subsequent nights before the visits ceased again, on the night of the 25th. This time he was quite happy to tell his parents about his visitor and despite their scepticism, having never seen or felt anything themselves, they never voiced their doubts, or even queried what he was telling them, tending to humour him. They had even offered to let Matthew swap bedrooms for while but, as the visitations ceased, were never taken up on the offer. This pattern was, again, repeated over the next three years and, in the end Matthew had become less concerned about the visits and had even progressed to giving his visitor an identity. It was not done deliberately but it had helped him to come to terms with what was happening, and had given his visitor a personality. * * * * * It was when December arrived, and as Christmas approached once again, that Matthew had started to anticipate his yearly visitation. He was thirteen now, and he had long gotten past the point of being really scared by his visitor now, and things were starting to change for both himself and his family. Katie was still not forgotten but everyone had come to terms with her untimely death and could, now, speak about her quite openly. It still seemed to affect his mother the most, she still pined for her only daughter, but she had kept it well hidden. The key changes for Matthew has been the onset of puberty. He had been a late developer, at least compared to his schoolfriends, and was just starting to exhibit some of the angst, and also some of the physical changes, that come with the territory. He was starting to become more muscular, his voice was deepening and he was starting to develop acne. He was also completely unaware of his changing attitudes to those members of the opposite sex, those that he had previously had so little time for. He noticed their curves, the way they moved and even the way they dressed, especially when it was designed to be provocative. His mother had even found a porn magazine under his mattress and he had been in her bad books ever since. She had maintained her sense of outrage, regretting both his loss of innocence and also her sense of renewed grief at the loss of her daughter, who she knew, would never have given her this much cause for concern had she survived. He had finally, gone to bed on the night of the 20th with his, by now familiar, mixture of trepidation and anticipation and had settled down to read a comic book. As he got into the comic he found himself starting to drift off to sleep until, all of a sudden, he felt a chill as the temperature seemed to drop, and goosebumps appeared all over his body. By now, he knew what this feeling meant and looked over to the corner to see a gradually coalescing, and swirling cloud of light. It slowly lengthened, and extended itself, until - finally - it became the shape of the young women that he had become so used to. As in previous years the young woman, who by now he had mentally christened 'Mindy' started to approach his bed. As she approached Matthew looked at her, this time looking at her in a different way than he had on previous years. He noticed her clothes that reminded him of pictures that he had seen of women at around the turn of the century, with a long skirt that seemed to fill out slightly over short pair of boots. He noticed her bosom that seemed to strain the fabric of her blouse that ended in flouncy and frilly lace that hung around her hands. He noticed the pretty young face that was framed by long brown silky hair that flowed around her shoulders. As she walked slowly towards him he felt a stirring deep within himself, a stirring accompanied by a warm and excited feeling from around his groin. This had been the first time that he had consciously been aware of the hardness of his penis as he waited for this girl's usual, disappointed, look before she returned to the corner of his room and then faded. This time, though, the pattern was not repeated and the girl remained next to his bed and smiled directly towards him. He lay there, a little shocked at this change of events, both fearing and anticipating what might happen next - what would she do now? His inner thoughts were answered as she came even nearer, and he felt his heart stop as a pale and slender hand reached out towards him, seeming to beckon him. He remained frozen as her surprisingly warm hand reached beneath the bedclothes and inside his pyjama's, heading towards his groin. He looked at her pretty, and gentle, face and felt himself respond even more strongly as her hand gripped, softly, his rigid member and her fingers circled around the sensitive tip. The thought passed swiftly through his mind that she had been waiting for this, almost waiting for his entrance into manhood for some reason, but left him just as quickly as the overwhelming pleasure he felt pushed all other thoughts aside. It seemed to take only seconds until he felt his penis tremble in uncontrolled spasms. He could feel a drawing sensation deep inside his body before he finally climaxed in an uncontrollable orgasm. She smiled hungrily as she drained him of all of his seminal fluid and she seemed to take on a more solid countenance before she retreated back into the corner, and faded. * * * * * Matthew's thoughts came back to the present and he wondered if last night's visit from 'Mindy' had just been a dream. Recently, he had experienced a few wet dreams and had gotten familiar with the hard crustiness on his pyjama's and bedclothes as evidence of them. This morning, as he had awoken, he remembered vividly last his night's experience but had been puzzled by the lack of the expected mess. He had also felt very weak as he brought himself downstairs, to be greeted by his mother, and was thankful when each sip of tea brought back a little of his strength. "Are you all right Matthew, you really don't look yourself this morning" she said as she rested her cool hand against his forehead, testing for the hint of a temperature. "I..I think so," he said a little hesitantly, feeling a little different somehow although not quite able to say why. "Well both your father and Samuel are already up and I think they'd appreciate your help outside" she said, picking up her breakfast things and taking them to the kitchen. "Get yourself some breakfast first, and then you can go and help them" she called from within the kitchen. "Help them with what?" he said a little puzzled. "For goodness sake Matthew, haven't you looked outside this morning" she replied in exasperation, still wondering if he wasn't coming down with anything! She had been nervous ever since Katie's death and had to force herself not to project her anxiety on her children every time one of them sneezed! He dragged himself off of the sofa and walked over to the window. Snow - SNOW! There had been a heavy fall of snow overnight and he could see his brother and father trying to clear the path outside. He ran upstairs to get dressed, all thoughts of his strange weakness gone, and was just about to dash outside when his mother called him back. "Hey, have yourself something to eat first Mister" she yelled, before she heard the front door slam in an unspoken response to her. "Matthew, up at last. Here, grab yourself a shovel and get busy - we've got a lot of pathway to keep clear" his father said as Matthew looked down towards where they had already started. Ten minutes later he was starting to get tired. Samuel and his father were still busy shovelling away but Matthew was finding it harder and harder to keep going. He looked at the others and saw that even Samuel seemed to be getting more snow on his shovel and was clearing it far faster than he had been. He called out to his father, feeling and little humiliated at how his younger brother was outperforming him: "Dad, I don't think I feel too good - I'm going to go back inside for a while, maybe I can help out a little later". "Okay son, see you later" he replied as Matthew's mother opened the door to him. After listening to her son tell her how hard he was finding it she suggested he stay inside and helped her prepare the dinner. He didn't like the idea but went along with it anyway - he really didn't feel himself and didn't have the spirit to argue with her. * * * * * December 22nd - 23rd, 1996 Matthew woke up again the next morning, still feeling strange from the previous day, and also from last night's visitation. He had gone to bed last night, not really having recovered at all. After he had helped his mother with the vegetables, they had eaten lunch and Matthew had helped her clear up and wash the dishes while his father and brother took themselves off for a walk in the woods - Matthew hadn't felt like going with them, still feeling out of sorts. His mother was still a little concerned about him, he had left some of his meal, which was most unlike him, but when she had asked him about it he had told her he was fine, he felt quite full up. The day went fairly slowly for him and he was glad to go to bed early after, first, taking a shower. While he was in the shower he had briefly registered the fact that his arms seemed skinnier and also that his calves were less muscular, wondering if that was why he had felt so weak earlier on before he had fallen asleep, all thoughts about his ghostly visitor gone. After a few hours deep sleep he was woken by a feeling of unbearable cold, and a glance to the corner of the room confirmed his rapidly awakening suspicions as he saw the, by now, expected form of 'Mindy' taking shape. As with the previous night she slowly approached his bed and, as he started to gasp as he saw he hand reaching out to him again, saw her lift a finger from her other hand towards her lips, as if to urge him to silence. Before he knew it, he was reaching out to hold her hand, preventing it from disappearing beneath the bedclothes. He didn't know whether to expect a reaction to this or not but all she did was smile at him, and she pulled her hand away and started to unbutton her blouse. Matthew was spellbound as he watched her unbutton her undergarments and she lifted the most perfect pair of breasts that he had ever seen - in fact the ONLY breasts he had ever seen, at least in the flesh, but his response was none the less for that. His penis started to respond to the sight and this time, he did nothing to stop her hand as it sought out his manhood. This time she used both of her hands and she sat next to him, caressing his testicles as well as his penis, and he could hardly remove his eyes from the young and firm globes as they swung free. As with the previous night, he was rapidly brought to a climax and he shuddered as she seemed to milk him dry, feeling as if his whole insides were churning. He remembered little after that before waking again, wondering if this was all a dream as he raised himself from the pillow. He noticed that he was still weaker than he was used to, but thought no more about it as his hunger reminded him that it was breakfast time. He flung on his towelling robe, noticing that it seemed a little longer and, as well as a little looser than it had previously been, but thought nothing more of it as he walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. His mother was, again, a little apprehensive at his sallow appearance and felt sure that he looked a little different somehow, but ignored it as she walked into the living room as her husband called for her. That night, as he settled down, he was no longer fearful and was actually starting to look forward to 'Mindy's' visits. Although he was still feeling tired and wasted, he was not associating this with her presence yet! She appeared again, at the same time of 11:30pm, and repeated her ministrations upon Matthew. This time she went a little further, actually putting a breast to Matthew's mouth, at which he sucked greedily before, again, ejaculating his seed into her hands. The next morning, as he got dressed, he noticed that his skin seemed much smoother and that he had lost all trace of the little body hair that he had been developing of late. When he looked in the mirror he noticed that his face appeared to have some minor changes as well. There was nothing major, he was still obviously Matthew but he thought that his lips seemed a little fuller and that his eyes seemed a little brighter - no, it wasn't really brighter - it was that they looked larger, almost as if he were startled! There was no way that his family could not have noticed the changes this time, and as soon as she saw him Clare urged her husband, Thomas, to call for a doctor. While they waited for his return, she kept stealing glances at him, trying to act nonchalant so as not to worry him, and as she stared at him critically, she noticed other changes beyond those he had been aware of himself. She noticed the clearly narrowed shoulders, where before they had been broadening, and the slightly larger backside that was further emphasised by his slender waist. She would have sworn that he looked as much like a girl as opposed to a boy and wondered whether he had realised so himself, yet. Thomas returned out of the hallway, having contacted the Doctor's. "I'm afraid they're fully booked. That measles epidemic, along with two of the practitioners falling ill, have left them short handed at the moment. They will only deal with life or death emergencies and, however we feel right now, there is no way Matthew can be described as that," he said resignedly! "It looks like we are going to have to wait until after Christmas until we can get him in," he finished off as he went to comfort his wife. Clare stifled back a sob and ushered the boys into the living room under the auspices of starting breakfast preparations. "Oh Tom" she whispered as she hugged him, "have you seen what Matthew looks like - he looks almost like Katie". He stroked her head as he felt her tears dampen his shirt. "I know" he replied, "but who's going to believe us even if we could get someone to see him just before Christmas. I think we had better not say anything to him, he must be aware of feeling different, but somehow he seems to be accepting it - he doesn't seem that upset about it"! "Do you think that his, well - you know, well, do you think it's okay?" she said, indicating to her groin. "I should think so, I'm sure he would have mentioned if that had gone and it's not like I can ask to see it or anything, without embarrassing him". That night, Matthew received his fourth visitation. He lay wide-awake this time, wondering exactly how far 'Mindy' would go with him tonight. Each of the previous nights, she had taken him just that little bit farther and he gently rubbed his hardening penis in anticipation of, what he knew would be, her penultimate visit. Again, at 11:30pm he felt the temperature drop and was already looking at the corner of his bedroom as he saw the eagerly awaited apparition take form. 'Mindy' approached his bed; a lascivious smile spread across her face, and she started to remove her blouse and her upper undergarments. This time Matthew moaned, though not in terror - it was a sound of erotic tension made vocal as she felt under the bedclothes for his manhood. His head started to lean forward, searching for her breast as she looked up at him. This time, however, her head went under the covers and he soon felt her warm and wet lips wrap themselves around the head of his penis, as she gently squeezed his testicles with her hands. Oh the delight - the pleasure - Matthew cold never have conceived that anything could be this wonderful as she sucked heavily on his cock, coaxing the sperm from the depths of his balls. He felt a painful, but delicious drawing sensation from deep within his body as he climaxed in a tumultuous eruption that left him shaken and drained. He briefly opened his eyes, as he felt her presence move away from him, only to see her form dissolve and vanish until, what he knew to be, her final visit tomorrow. * * * * * December 24th, 1996 When he awoke the next morning he found that he had the beginnings of, what was he later discovered, a teenage girl's breasts. His nipples were larger than before, and also of a deeper hue. All around his nipples was a general puffiness that felt soft and spongy to his touch. For the first time Matthew was scared, the evidence in front of him, as he stared at his naked form in the mirror, was indisputable - apart from his penis he was now more girl than boy and he knew that he had to get help before he changed completely. He looked at the delicate features of his face that he now found attractive, and as he looked down at his body to see how his waist had slimmed, and how his hips seemed slightly larger than before, he was shocked as he felt himself beginning to get aroused at his own reflection. He now knew that 'Mindy' must somehow be the cause of his changes - it was as if she were draining him of every last drop of masculinity - and he knew that, somehow, he must try to resist her tonight, he must try to be strong. If he could do that, he reasoned that maybe, just maybe, he would change back to normal - he really didn't want to be a girl, he liked being a boy! He noticed, as the day went on, that his parents were not referring to his changed appearance at all even though they must, surely, have been aware by now. Why once, even Samuel had remarked that he looked like a big sissy! He could tell they were tense but was more concerned about this evening than noticing too much about them all. He had asked if he could stay with a friend tonight, anything to get out of this house, and even became a little hysterical when his parents would have nothing to do with it. He could understand it really; who would let their own child go out to stay with others on Christmas Eve after all! As he went to bed he resolved to try and stay awake tonight, and if 'Mindy' appeared he would run out of his room and get help. Despite his best intentions his nervous exhaustion had caught up with him and he found himself falling asleep before he had even realised it. As with the previous nights he was woken by the extreme cold that signalled Mindy's presence and he found himself staring, wide-eyed, at her approaching form. This time he threw back the bedcovers and started to run from the room as fast as his legs would take him but he turned once more, making a fatal mistake, as he saw her start to disrobe until, finally, she stood there, completely naked. He had never seen a naked woman before and froze in morbid fascination as she raised one hand to her lips and beckoned him towards the bed. He had no will power left and followed her as she started to remove his clothes. He was helpless as she ran her hands all around his soft and smooth body, caressing and seducing him into submission. He could almost feel his body remould itself as she kissed him before laying him down and gradually lowering herself onto his erect cock. All of Matthew's earlier reservations deserted him as she moved slowly up and down, teasing him with the slick and oily lubrication that emanated from within her vagina. He was transfixed as he smelt her musky aroma, and could even feel her warm dampness flowing down onto his own groin, at least he thought that was what it was. As she continued, he felt his own hardness start to melt, to be replaced by a warm feeling that seemed to spread from deep within him. He also became aware of the sensation of being filled and he felt as if something was pushing deep inside of him before removing, and then pushing - filling him again. He felt horrified and violated at first, but eventually started to enjoy what was happening to him, enjoying it to the point of ecstasy. His excitement took longer to build this time, until he finally climaxed and when he did so it was for longer, and was more protracted than he had previously experienced. He also felt an incredible sense of loss and hunger as he felt the internal pressure leave him for the first time and he looked up through tired, and tear stained eyes, to see his Mindy moving off of him. As he had grown to expect by now, she started to leave, returning to the corner of the room and ready to fade away until another year. Before she did so she turned around, as if to take one last look at what she had created, and she smiled gently at Matthew before blowing him a kiss. Matthew became aware of an overpowering scent of roses that enveloped him briefly, before fading away to leave the cool, crisp night air as as a final goodbye. * * * * * December 25th, 1996 As Matthew awoke on Christmas morning he shifted, a little uncomfortably, in his bed. The first thing that struck him was a movement, and a feeling of weight around his chest. His hand rose from beneath the bedclothes to feel the soft mounds that sat there and he started to panic as the implications of what he had found threatened to overwhelm him. Even as he felt his mind racing, another part of him became aware of other sensations from deep below. In an almost detached state he became aware of a delicious soreness from lower down his body that made him recall his time spent with Mindy last night. He instinctively knew what to find as his other hand pushed down into his pyjama bottoms to find an empty space where his penis had once been. Further probing led him to discover that the smoothness led to a parting of his skin that he knew, from looking at his one porn magazine, was a vagina. It was not the usual Christmas morning in the Warrington household, as the excited and happy sounds of excited discovery were replaced by the sound of a piercing scream. It was a scream that sounded just like that of a young girl as Matthew pulled open his pyjama top to confirm that, indeed, that was what he now was. * * * * * December 25th, 1998 It had been two years now, since Matthew had changed. After his change, he had, again, told his parents all about his visitor and this time they took him seriously. Their research uncovered rumours that their house was supposed to be haunted by a non-malevolent entity. It was rumoured to be that of a young girl, spurned by her lover, who later committed suicide in her grief. Clare had kept silent, fearing somehow that her desire for a daughter, and her subsequent grieving over the original Katie, had brought forth this spirit and facilitated the changes in Matthew. As a family, they had all decided that it would be easier if their new daughter took on Katie's identity as they had the paperwork (e.g. birth certificates etc.) that would prevent any untoward questions, so Matthew became 'Katie'. Deep down the had all known, somehow, that Matthew would never return to his former state and any lingering hopes, that 'Katie' had harboured, vanished as Mindy failed to make an appearance the following Christmas. This was a big turning point for the new daughter of the family. Up until that point Matthew had never really accepted his enforced girlhood, and had rebelled at every feminine attitude that his mother had tried to, gently, instil in her. This had ranged from refusing to wear a skirt as part of 'her' school uniform - they had managed to arrange dispensation on the basis of a medical ailment - to the refusal to adopt anything other than a neutral, and androgynous, hairstyle. It was with the final realisation that this change was, indeed, permanent, that 'Katie' finally embraced her new gender. She returned to school, after the Christmas break, in the bottle green skirt that her school uniform required and did nothing to de-emphasise the ever growing breasts that were now starting to gain the attention of her male school-friends. She also found that, maybe, she really hadn't lost that much in her transition, after all! She found that although her strength had been diminished, and that the respect that she had taken for granted when she was a boy was not so automatic now, there were indeed compensations. By the time the second year had finished she had found that they had more than made up for what she had previously considered she had lost, and would not swap back to her boyhood even if the choice had been available to her. She found that the desire that boys felt for her, as they gazed at her long and shapely legs and her generous - but not overly endowed - breasts, was a form of power, and it was also a desire that she had started to reciprocate. She found that it was quite easy to achieve her desires by the subtle manipulations that men are so unaware of. She was also fifteen now, with a regular boyfriend, and enjoying the perks of being able to assume that he would pay for her for their entertainment, although she never took undue advantage of the fact. She also enjoyed the additional, and more enjoyable perks, of being able to thank him via the passionate kisses and the hesitant fumbling she now longed for! Yes, life was now good for Katie. * * * * Her mother, Clare, was also a happy woman. As she stood next to Katie, watching he daughter help her prepare the Christmas dinner whilst her husband and son played with Samuel's new toys, she felt fulfilled. Whatever had done this, seeing 'Katie's' acceptance, and more so - the positive embracement of her female state during the last year, meant that any guilty thoughts she might have had regarding her joy at Matthew's change had gone. She thought, with contentment, back to the previous week ten days ago, when 'Katie', wearing that crushed velvet, mink coloured dress, had placed the porcelain fairy on the top of the Christmas tree. She knew that it had marked Katie's true coming of age and offered up a prayer of thanks that she now had both Katie and Matthew with her again. Yes, all was very well for the Warrington family now and would remain so. The End