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Author's note: This story was written in the 1980's, way before 'Billy Elliot' saw the light of day! BILLY, THE BOY BALLERINA By Sylvia Who? 1. Billy Liar "Bye, bye Billy!" Melissa called cheerily as she closed the front door behind her, trotting down the path to join dad in the car for her trip to school. Meanwhile, I was staggering down the stairs still half- asleep after my early morning foray into the garden while everyone else was still in bed. I could see mum out in the garden collecting the still damp washing off the line as I went into the kitchen to fix my breakfast. However the sound of the letterbox rattling as the mail dropped on the doormat had me scurrying to retrieve the large package addressed to 'Miss Darcey Fielding', which I had been desperately waiting for all week. "Was that the postman Billy?" she called, so I promptly stuffed my prize down the front of my trousers. "Yes Mum, but it just looks like bills!" I handed her the mail, quietly enjoying my little joke. I was soon seated in the dining room watching the Big Breakfast, tucking into my usual plate of cereal. I was washing it down with the last of the milk as mother poked her head round the door. "That clothes line thief has stolen another pair of Melissa's knickers! That's her white knitted crossover, she keeps as a memento from her ballet days, a pink blouse, and a pair of her frilly white socks all gone in less than a month!" she sighed with frustration. "I can't understand why it's always Melissa's things that are stolen, never anyone else's, apart from the young girl three doors along," she continued. At least that's what her mother tells me." "There must be a pervert prowling about who gets his kicks out of stealing little girl's clothes," I responded but she looked at me in horror. "Where did you learn such talk Billy? You shouldn't know about such things at your age! I'm a little worried about you!" "Sorry Mum, but we hear all sorts of rude talk at school these days." "Well, you shouldn't listen to such things and just walk away." 'Great!' I thought, 'My pals think I'm sissy enough without doing that!' But mother, having vented her disapproval had gone off to get her breakfast. "Who's used all the milk? Did you use it Billy?" she called out as I gulped down the remains in my glass, hoping she wouldn't notice. "No Mum, I think Melissa took it." I could hear her fuming away in the kitchen. She came in sitting down wearily with a cup of white coffee made with powdered milk and a slice of toast and marmalade. "Are you going to ballet school tonight Billy?" "No not tonight, just to the library on the way home," I said. "I should back home around seven." "Well it gets dark around then so be back before seven," she said biting into her toast. "Come to think of it you always seem to go there but you never seem to get any books. You don't have a schoolboy crush on the young librarian with the pretty blonde hair, do you Billy?" "No of course not!" I stammered, as my mind pictured the dishy miss in question, My thoughts became intertwined together with reading all the articles on my favourite subjects ballet and one other that I would rather not mention right now! Nevertheless, I used my feigned embarrassment and my empty plate and glass as an excuse to quit the room. I rushed upstairs to examine the contents of my package, still tucked uncomfortably down the front of my trousers. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" I shouted with glee as my feverish hands tore away the wrappings to reveal my first pair of ballet 'Pointes'. They'd taken a while to buy with all my savings and money filched from my mother's purse. I examined them closely and they were beautiful hand made creations, in white satin, with the maker's name impressed into the leather sole of each shoe. My reverie was broken when mum called upstairs, "come on Billy time for school, you'll be late again if your not careful." "I'll just be a second," I replied hiding them in my hidey hole under the floor with all my other treasures. I then dashed off downstairs and grabbed my schoolbag from the sideboard. But in my haste I knocked a cut glass fruit bowl to the floor where it smashed to smithereens, as Fred our cat fled off in terror, mum rushed in to view the damage. Naturally I blamed the cat for the incident. I pecked good old mum on the cheek and set out for King's School. Cock a hoop at how easily I could fool my elders and evade responsibility for my misdemeanours. As I sauntered slowly towards school I remembered the recent pattern of events that had led me to acquire my very own ballet blocks. Melissa, my 14 year old older sister had been attending ballet classes at Madame Olga's since for as long as I could remember. Then last month she had suddenly packed it in. I presumed she'd done that because she'd developed an intense interest in swimming, thanks to Dad's decision to build a small indoor pool onto the house. I was bitterly disappointed by her sudden decision, because through her I'd established a keen interest as she'd unwittingly passed on to me many of the ballet skills and nuances that she'd learnt over the years. Although I was supposed to be just a casual observer I took a keener interest during her frequent practices in our games room than she realised. When invited I joined in with her as and when invited but it was always in childish fun and not seriously. Melissa had also accumulated a sizable selection of ballet videos, which I could secretly view to my heart's content. It included my favourite ballet called 'Little Rascals' that enjoyed watching again and again. I never missed the end of term concerts and the visits of touring ballet companies in nearby Henley, our local town. Unbeknown to everyone else in the family, I was diligently practising on my own account in the disused sun house at the bottom of the garden. There with only the apple trees of the small orchard for company I practiced often even pressing into service an old wooden clotheshorse as a makeshift 'barre'. Thanks to my deep interest and despite being two years younger I was just as accomplished as my sister. However as time passed, I wasn't just happy dancing like her, I felt like I wanted to be her when I danced Incredibly out of the sight of prying eyes and over two long years, I was able to play the part, almost to my complete satisfaction. 2. An Unselfish Act! When I got home from school, Melissa was in the middle of one blazing row with mum. "I never ever want to see another pair of ballet shoes again," she shouted down the stairs. "But why dear, you enjoyed it so much?" asked mum trying to get her to reconsider. "I realised that I have just done it to please you," Melissa screamed, "well I want my own life." "But you were so good, why waste all those lessons?" Mum pleaded. "No Mum, my mind's made up I dumped all my ballet stuff in a skip at the end of the road last week. I'm not going back!" she said crying. "Melissa how could you do that?" "Easy because I don't want to waste any more time trying to be something I wasn't cut out to be," she wailed. "Darling you had talent, your teacher said so." "No Mum, if you want a ballerina in the family Billy can be it!" Melissa said. "It wont be me." Although the argument ended I could see Mum was really upset and disappointed at this change in Melissa. Her view of the future, real or imagined was that she had mapped out a career in dancing for her only daughter. Over dinner, Dad backed Melissa by telling Mum, "Just let Melissa go and let her enjoy spare time in any way she sees fit." "Easy for you to say," said Mum unhappily. "Look dear as long she's not going out with pushy boyfriends or she's not into drugs or she isn't ill then I don't mind what she does. So long as she's happy okay," he said. Mum nodded reluctantly. Of course I was upset too, so in a gallant gesture I then selflessly offered myself up as the sacrificial lamb on the altar of mother's driving ambition by going along with Melissa's suggestion. "Let me take her place in the ballet class," I suggested. "That's very noble of you, Billy, but you don't know anything about ballet," she replied. My father just doubled up with hysterics at my idiotic remark. "Oh yes he does Mum, he's quite accomplished, I've seen him when he practiced with me," said Melissa jumping in hoping I would take over her unwanted role with our Mother. However all that did was to make Dad laugh more and more. I heard his mocking laughter as it pursued me up the stairs to my bedroom. I wasn't going to wait for him to say anything as I ran up to my room deeply upset. I wept the rest of the evening away and was awake so I could hear my parents still arguing over my suggestion through the bedroom wall that separated us. "Look here Laura, I don't want my son taking any sissy ballet lessons," he said angrily. "He's never done it before and I really don't want him starting now!" "Why?" she asked, "So it makes you less of a man?" "You know what I mean," he said. "In any case, he's too old to take it up! He can't be very fit, he's never been any good at sports and we always have to write notes about him being excused from doing sports at school." But mum was now taking cudgels up on my behalf, "Now listen Harry, boys are advised not to attempt ballet exercises until much older than girls. So why shouldn't he? At least he can try if what Melissa says is true. You said Melissa could spend her spare time pleasing herself what she did, within reason that is. So why not Billy?" Dad piped up, "That boy knows exactly how to twist you around his little finger!" "His last report card was good and he helps around the house, so why not?" "Laura he isn't interested in ballet," said Dad exasperatedly. "Remember when I took him fishing, how he wanted his own rod and then when I bought it he didn't go back?" "Yes I remember that you pushed him into doing something he didn't want to do," she replied. "For once this is something he wants to do." "Come on Laura, he just wants to become more of a mummy's pet than he already is! I don't know what his reasons are but I don't trust him!" I don't know what mum hit him with, but dad let out quite a howl before slinking off to sleep in the spare bedroom! Mum obviously won the day as usual. For the following Saturday afternoon, after the other pupils had gone home from their lessons, mother duly presented me to Madame Olga for an impromptu audition. So with Madame Olga playing the piano and me wearing one of Melissa's old one piece swimsuits, a discarded pair of her ballet slippers that Mum had found in her cupboard and I stood waiting anxiously. I didn't want to give too much away. I played along with the barre work, and some basic floor exercises for at least 20 minutes. While I stood getting my breath back I could tell that Madame was impressed at how polished my performance had been. "If you're serious Billy then I can see no reason why you shouldn't take the place of your sister. You'll have a lot of catching up to do," she said standing up and walking towards me with her hand outstretched. As we shook, mum was ecstatic when I was accepted in Melissa's place. "It's a great pity Melissa gave up her efforts to become a ballerina Mrs. Fielding, but hopefully, young Billy will take her place instead!" So while mum went off to see about changing the name in the application, Madame sat beside me as I changed. She asked me discreetly, "Where did you learn to dance like that? You've been dancing on your own, haven't you Billy? I'm most impressed you're very fit and your small frame means you almost a natural feminine grace." The gravity of Madame's remark may have escaped mother, but it certainly wasn't wasted on me. I gave a big 'hooray' to that! Mum stopped by a shop on the way home and bought me all the necessary male ballet clothing and shoes on the list the school had given her and on the following Wednesday evening I began my first proper lesson. That didn't worry me so much as the rest of the first year boys at school who found out about my lessons from Rod Carter whose sister was in my class at ballet lessons. I remember that Thursday morning well as I had to put up with some cruel jokes and back thumping until the bell went at 9am. Then it went on at break and again at lunch. By home time I was very unhappy, I'd been involved in two fights and was nursing a cut lip and a black eye. As I walked home I was glad it was over for the day and I'd given two of my assailants bleeding noses. Thankfully, just name calling and ridiculing from some of the boys became the order of the day after that, but Tom and James; my best friends still stood by me. During the next few days I kept on thinking about my newly acquired treasures waiting for me at home. A pair of Melissa's flowery knickers and my very own ballet blocks! Despite the snow laden skies, I stopped on the way home to purchase four yards of inch wide white satin ribbon and some white cotton wool. With no one around, I began the laborious task of reinforcing the toes of my blocks with cross stitching and sewing on the four satin ribbons. As I sewed, I remembered the private conversation I'd had with Madame Olga a few days earlier. I'd plucked up the courage to ask her if I could wear ballet blocks and do some 'en Pointe work with the girls to get a feel for it. She looked me up and down sharply saying, "You should know by now Billy, that boys aren't built like girls. It's out of the question! It's hard enough getting enough boys interested in ballet as it is. You can't all be girls, furthermore, you want to run when you can barely walk!" Despite my tearful pleadings, she was adamant, refusing to be moved on the issue, and that was the reason I'd decided to set up an agenda all of my own. So wearing just a pair of ballet pumps, (suffering considerable pain and discomfort) I had secretly practised my en Pointe work. My beribboned blocks would now make the task to emulate my sister that much easier! It took quite some time to complete the sewing job and I eventually finished just before my lesson on Saturday morning such was the care I took. I had to undress, hurriedly change into my practice gear in order not to be late for my lesson. I grabbed my ballet bag on the way out, stuffing my ballet blocks into my coat pocket for the twenty-minute walk to ballet school. On the way I gave Mrs. Kelly, that nosey neighbour of ours, a cheeky grin as I passed. 3. Caught Out! During the lesson Madame congratulated me on my barre work. "Well done Billy, you are making so much progress." However, on hearing this, Diana, her daughter who was working next to me at the barre, made her feelings quite clear that she didn't approve of my encouragement from her mother. Much taller, she looked down disdainfully at me before rushing out of the lesson with the others. But, then she was even more of a 'madam' than her mother, so that was no great surprise. She certainly didn't have any time whatsoever for us boys. She was always adopting a snooty, superior 'holier than thou' attitude in our presence. With the class dismissed, I dived off well away from the other dancers, grabbed my bag and coat from its hook in the boy's tiny changing room. My plan was to dash down the corridor to the back of the building where unobserved I would hide in the props store. There was a huge wicker basket in the corner of the room and I climbed in amongst a mass of brightly coloured, elaborately decorated ballet tutus. As I closed the lid behind me, I sniggered at the thought that the girl's costume basket sometimes didn't only contain ballet tutus! I recalled the occasion when I first looked in there after I had gone to watch Melissa in class. While she was changing I'd discovered the room and had the idea of looking at the costumes again. I could hear the voices in the other rooms and it was very difficult not to laugh or sneeze with the stiffened nets constantly tickling my face and body. I was about to sneeze but managed to suppress it when I heard someone enter the room to apparently check that it was empty and then moments later I heard the key turn in the front door. There were shouts of, "see you next Wednesday girls." and then, "you did very well Marcia!" Then there was silence followed by Madame's old car starting up. I quickly scrambled out of my hiding place and went over to the second hand costume box and selected a practice outfit. Then with frantic speed and some excitement, I stripped off my white singlet, black pumps, white socks, black ballet tights, and finally my white pants. Then I took out Melissa's knickers from my bag and put them on. I found some pink tights and after three goes found a pair big enough and hole free to fit me. With myself arrayed in the pair of pink tights, I put on a blue practice dress with a tiny multi layered net tutu skirt, and Melissa's stolen white knitted cross over which I tied in a bow at the back. I sat down on a chair to try on my brand new satin ballet blocks. As I laced up the ribbons around my pantyhose covered legs I was in sheer heaven! It felt odd moving in the blocks after using pumps but next I headed for a long blonde wig resting on a shelf in the back of the room. I removed the polyethylene bag cover and looking in a small mirror I'd brought expertly placed it on my head. I combed out the tangles with a tail comb and tied my new hair back with a blue Alice band. Now I was finally ready for my 'grande entrance' but instead I just scurried down the corridor back towards the practice studio like a frightened rabbit. I revelled at how daring I was dressed as a female ballerina venturing into a now familiar place but in a different and exciting role. I halted briefly to wipe my blocks in the rosin box, then onwards into the studio, my heart pumping away with fear and pleasure in equal measure. 'Yes, she was there again,' I smiled at the reflected girl in the vast expanse of mirrored glass, the delightful creature that filled up my dreams. I strode purposely towards the practice barre carefully pointing my toes as I'd seen Melissa and the girls do to repeat my warm up exercises before trying out my new 'pointes'. Within 10 minutes I was practising at centre: developes to arabesques, sissonnes, pirouettes, even disastrous grande jetes, but it was so much more enjoyable and comfortable on blocks than when wearing sanitised linen pumps. I was that prima ballerinas who had a huge smile of satisfaction on her face reflected in the mirror and felt wonderful. I was halfway through a port de bras when suddenly I saw the door open behind me, and in walked Diana! I turned to face her as she slowly paced the room a broad smirk on that snooty face of hers as I stammered, "I thought everyone had gone home." She just ignored my irrelevant remark, "Ah so you are the new girl here! Mummy will just love to have such an obviously talented ballerina in her school, and oh such a pretty one too. That's a real bonus!" At that moment I caught sight of myself once again in the mirror behind her, but this time the ballerina was no longer confident and poised. She was now just trying to pretend to be something she wasn't. She was nervously fingering the hems of the dress, worried uncertainty etched on her face, as she was about to be openly taunted by her worst enemy. "I just love your ballet dress dear, where did you get it?" But the 'frog princess' couldn't even raise a croak, standing there waiting for the next assault on my sensibilities. "I just loved your pas de bouree pique, it was so elegant I could hug you to death!" She was now sauntering around me as I stood flat footedly fixed to the spot watching her circle me. Diana's face a picture of triumph while mine was low. "We have a boy called Billy in class who thinks he can practise 'en pointes', but he can't and he never will!" "Umm," I stuttered but found my voice, "but Diana, I'm Billy and I can do it! You just saw me do it!" "But you can't be Billy, Billy went home ages ago, I saw him myself! Besides he certainly wasn't dressed in a girl's regulation practice outfit the way you are," she giggled slightly but confidently as she then held out my coat, which she'd carried into the room. I tried to speak but she continued. "But Billy seems to have forgotten his coat when he left, so you may as well borrow it!" she said leading me to stamp my foot in frustration. "I am Billy, you stuck up bitch!" "Tut tut little girl such language from one so young and dainty as you! Aunty Diana will have to put you over her knee and smack your cute little botty!" She really had me on the ropes now as tiny teardrops began to form, and run down my scarlet cheeks. "There there, don't cry pet, I'll let you borrow my old furry lined coat instead of Billy's, since it's started to snow outside, and sensitive little girls like you won't want to wear smelly boy's things." With the tears welling up inside me I decided the best form of defence would be a tactical retreat. "Gulp! Well Diana, I'm ready to leave now, but as you can see I must go and change." With the element of surprise, I dashed out of the studio, and down the corridor to the props room. However Diana had out thought me as I discovered the locked door with my bag and clothes still inside. Although I tried to force the door open with my shoulder, it wouldn't give, and as I turned round I found Diana standing behind me. "Yes, we will have to leave now Wendy," she said, "I know you don't mind me calling you that! But I have to lock up!" "I do mind!" I snarled but I dug a bigger hole with my next statement. "My name is Darcey when I'm dressed like this!" My face went ashen at my naive admission, which pleased Diana no end, so I wailed, "But I can't go home dressed like this!" "Well all the other girls do, so why should you be so different and object, so now 'Darcey', why don't you 'Bussell' off home!" "For a start I'm not a girl, as you well know, and I want my proper clothes back!" I said trying to be threatening. "Really," she said. "From where I'm standing you look like a girl, you dress like a girl, you sound just like a girl, you dance like a girl and you cry like a girl, so don't be so bashful, just put on my furry coat and we can walk home. There's a good girl!" "I won't!" I blazed, stamped my foot in anger and then pulled wig off my head. "You can go to hell! I want my clothes back!" My cheek stung as Diana slapped me hard across the face, as she replaced my wig on my head and retorted, "You do as you are told or else!" With the tears streaming down my face, I took her royal blue coat with its white furry hood and as I slid it round my shoulders. Before I could find the armholes, Diana had zipped it up the front trapping my arms by my sides before bending down and sliding a pair of woolly leg warmers over my pink coloured legs. "There now that wasn't too bad, was it?" She stood up and taking me firmly by the arm, escorted me down the corridor and out into the half light of the street, locking the door behind us. There was no escape for me now. I was committed to an embarrassing confrontation with either Mum or Dad or both unless I could figure out a way of getting to my room unobserved. Maybe I could outrun her but with my arms inside the coat that made that difficult. "I'll just make sure you get home safely Wendy," she said leading me down the cold busy streets on the way home. People would stare but then I was dressed as a girl and it wasn't me but at the powder blue tutu poking provocatively from beneath Diana's coat. If anything I was more worried about how my new ballet pointes would be affected by the snow. I could see that despite the snow they weren't getting wet and there was no slush to ruin them. So I startled several pedestrians as I waddled and slipped flat footedly alongside her in the thin coating of snow. As we neared my home I stopped and faced Diana, my teeth chattering in the cold," Diana I think I can make it from here, it's snowing quite hard Diana and it's further out of your way." But she wasn't going to take the bait, "No young lady. I'm going to make sure you don't try to sneak in the back way!" So I continued to plod my way towards home in the safe custody of Diana, who was so much taller and stronger than me. As we went in the gate, I could see the lights were on in the house and the car was in the driveway. I tried to stall because I knew everyone was home including my sister. However Diana strode purposefully with me in tow up the steep steps to the front door, rang the bell, and pushed a plastic shopping bag she was carrying into the frozen fingers of one of my trapped hands. "There you are home safe and sound," she whispered in my ear before she beat a hasty retreat down the road as Mother opened the front door and I immediately squeezed past her. "Sorry Mum, I forgot my key," I shouted on the run and I made a beeline for the stairs. "Billy! Is that you? Come back here at once!" she commanded and I stopped on the first step of the stairs, turned and padded back towards her wishing the ground would just open and swallow me. However there was no such luck as Melissa appeared at the kitchen door to see what was going on. "Now come in the kitchen sonny Jim, we want a word with you!" said mum "What on earth are you wearing that for?" Melissa sniggered as Mum continued, gesturing at Diana's coat and its white furry hood framing my cold bright red face. "Take it off!" she commanded. "But Mum, I'm cold!" I whined not wanting to be exposed. "Where is your coat, Billy?" snapped mother impatiently, "And where are your new shoes?" asked Melissa as she looked down at my white satin blocks. "Oh my word blocks!" Then her eyes opened even wider at the sight of my pink ballet tights and the short flimsy powder blue tutu peeping from beneath Diana's short coat. "Get that coat off now!" barked Mum as the tears began to stream down my cheeks. "I can't, my arms are trapped inside!" I cried helplessly, tears dripping down my cheeks in shame. Melissa could now see the predicament I was in, so she obligingly unhooked the zip fastener as the coat slid from my shoulders, to reveal her white crossover and the rest of my practice outfit in all its female glory! Mum then grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and amidst loud laughter from Melissa I was frog-marched into the lounge where Dad was busy reading the evening paper. "Here he is Father, he's all yours!" Dad looked up from the paper at the sound of Mum's voice and a look of disbelief spread over his face. I don't think he could quite understand what was going on. "What the devil are you wearing a girl's wig for Son?" He threw down the paper, jumped up but when he caught sight of my powder blue tutu, he staggered back into his chair in shock! "I," I started to speak in defence but nothing came out. "What are you doing in that outfit?" he asked. "Oh God Laura it's a girl's outfit!" "Why do you think I brought him in to see you," said Mum. "Do something!" "I always said you would end up a pansy!" said Dad staring at me his eyes were blazing mad. "Billy's a Jessie," said Melissa from the doorway behind me. 'Thanks Sis,' I thought, 'just what I needed.' "I was right, ballet lessons!" yelled dad, "That's only for sissies and girls and now look at him, he is one! I can't bear to look at you!" Then turned his back in disgust and walked towards the fire deeply upset. "Where is your ballet kit?" asked mother as in between sobs I tried to explain. "Umm. We had fancy dress at ballet class today," I lied. "All the boys had to dress up as girls and I left my gear behind because we didn't have time to change back." My lie wasn't helped when my mother opened up the plastic bag she was carrying to discover all my clothes inside. "Well not only is he dressed like a girl he's also a liar because his coat, clothes and ballet gear are right here in this bag." I tried to collect my thoughts, "But I was forced to wear these clothes!" I wailed, feeling hopelessly trapped in my alter ego. "But surely Billy, the girls wouldn't do that to you, and in any case, why didn't you change before you came home?" she asked but before I could think of a reply she continued. "After all, your lesson finished over an hour ago, unless of course you flew into the library dressed like that! I'm quite sure your young librarian friend would have been most impressed!" But even I could tell my parents were neither laughing nor joking, I had taken the bait and was now in big trouble. They no longer had amused smiles on their faces as they continued their questions. "Have you ever stolen anything Billy?" "No Mum, of course not!" I spluttered, feeling hotter by the minute. "Do you tell lies then Billy?" asked Dad. "No! Never!" I answered defiantly. "Perhaps Mrs. Kelly next door tells lies then?" "How do you mean Mum?" I asked groaning inside under this onslaught. "Well Mrs. Kelly said she saw you take Melissa's white ballet jumper and her knickers off the line this morning, is that true?" "No of course not Mum, why should I do such a thing?" Mum's eyes gleamed with triumph "Perhaps then young man, you would kindly explain why you are wearing her crossover right now!" "This isn't her jumper Mum, it's somebody else's," I lied again. 4. 'Punished!' Meanwhile, Melissa, standing behind me moved closer and turned back the neck of the garment to reveal a nametag. "Here it is Mummy, my name tag!" she exclaimed showing Mum the name. "You've been telling us a pack of lies Billy," said Mum, "not only are you dressed like a freak but you are also a thief and a liar. I cannot trust you any more!" This revelation had dad once again on the offensive as he turned around from the fire. He strode across the room towards me and bawled, "You little fairy, go to your room this minute and get to bed there's no food for you tonight, and take this with you as reminder at how disappointed I am with you!" Then he landed me a powerful slap across the face that sent me reeling. The floodgates opened and I burst into tears, wailing and crying uncontrollably. I turned and walked past Melissa and then rushed into the hall, up to my room and threw myself on the bed crying unmercifully. I was still crying when Mum and Melissa came upstairs ten minutes later and despite still being angry, sat alongside me on the bed as they tried to comfort me as best they could. After I had calmed down mum began to explain the seriousness of the situation. "Your Dad is furious with you for stealing, which is a phase boys tend to go through, but he is even more upset by your lying! Why didn't you tell the truth Billy?" "I tried to Mum, but it seemed such an easy way out," I replied simpering away still feeling my face on fire. "I also know you've been inside my purse and stole money and although father doesn't know, it makes me equally as mad!" "I'm sorry Mum, but I was desperate to buy my first blocks." "But little boys don't wear blocks Billy?" was Melissa's comment as mother reinforced her argument by gently patting me on the butt, "they're only meant for girls." "But I like wearing them," I tried to explain. "I love to rise up and try to defy gravity." "Well look where your defying gravity has got you," she replied. I turned around and could see dad standing in the doorway, reflected in my dressing table mirror as he contemplated the feminine looking creature arrayed on the bed. I was dressed in the flimsiest of attire in shades of pinks and pale blues, my feet encased in the daintiest of footwear, my ankles trapped in delicate bonds of white satin ribbon, lying prone across the bed, with my face obscured by the golden tresses of a long blonde wig. I wondered what was going through his mind. Maybe he was coming to terms with the fact I was just a bit 'odd' or at least he was trying to create some sort of sense out of my home grown fantasy. It didn't end there as mum suddenly appeared from my dressing room holding a black bin liner bag. "After Mrs Kelly's information we put two and two together and decided to look in your room," said Mum. "Now can you explain this strange assortment of female clothing we found in the back of your closet? Some of this is your sister's, but we have no idea where the rest has come from!" She said sitting down and dumping the bag beside me, "have you been stealing from the neighbour's washing lines?" "Please Mum," I said slowly feeling very uncomfortable. How much worse could it get? "You don't have to say anything now Billy but you'll have to explain yourself to Madame Olga in person tomorrow morning," she said wondering why they didn't make me squirm some more. Then my parents then decided to leave while Melissa eagerly stayed on behind to do some more digging into my odd behaviour. "You know, you look really sweet in that outfit Billy," she said sitting on the bed beside me. "No wonder you wanted to go to ballet lessons in my place, you look quite convincing as a girl, you're an absolute doll!" Following my sister's comment, I sat up on the bed and wiped my eyes, "Do you really mean that?" I blurted out without really thinking as she looked into my tear stained eyes. "There have been times when I would loved to have had a little sister to play with instead of a brother when I was younger, so if you keep all this sissy stuff going, perhaps I will get my wish after all." "But I only dressed like this so I could practice the girl's parts in my ballet lessons." I said weakly in response. "You might say that Billy and it might look that way to Mum and Dad," she continued kindly, but then added firmly, "How does that explain all the other girl's stuff you've collected in your closet and other places we haven't discovered?" My mouth dropped, trust Melissa but she wasn't finished yet. "After all you wouldn't wear a girl's nightdress like this one to ballet class, or a school girl's blouse, or a St. Mary's School pinafore dress, now would you?" she asked and I was beaten when I remembered the night I'd filched that from our neighbour's washing line a few month's earlier. "Then what about all these grown up ladies knickers and slips?" she asked. "Umm. I found them in a skip" "Now Billy, enough of the lies, you've stolen them all from clotheslines!" she stated. "No Melissa please," I pleaded but she was in full flow. "Billy I know what's wrong with you, but I need to ask you, is it because you would like to be a little girl who grows into a big lady?" she asked. "No of course not!" I stammered as Melissa read the truth through all my lies. Just then Mum came back in through the door with a supper tray. "Your Dad has relented, so you won't go hungry after all," she said setting it down on the bed beside me. While you're eating, I can tell you about the phone conversation Dad has just had with Madame Olga's husband, Mr Somers." "What did they decide?" "Although you're father doesn't agree with him, Mr Somers thinks that the shame of attending ballet lessons as a girl should nip all this in the bud," she said. "However I think it's going to teach you to stop lying and get all this dressing as a girl out of your system." I ate in silence and wondered if that was much of a punishment. "It seems that Diana was very impressed by your dancing, and she told her mother that you could make a wonderful ballet dancer," said Mother ploughing on but saving the best for last. "Your dancing abilities don't excuse your stupid and irresponsible behaviour, and her mother also feels you should be punished!" Suddenly I choked on a mouthful of food and began coughing and spluttering all over my ballet clothes. I rushed to the bathroom to avoid being sick and to clear up the mess. As I returned minus my ballet outfit, the meaning of Mum's statement slowly sank in. Sure enough, that call had sealed my fate and mum told me that I would dress up as a girl for my confrontation with Madame Olga in the morning in order to return her stolen ballet dress! Dressed just in Melissa's knickers, I was surprised when I found that mum had lifted a pink cotton nightdress that I'd stolen from my cousin Amanda and asked me to come close. She lined it up against me and said, "a good fit! What do you think Melissa?" There was an evil smirk on Melissa's face as mother looked at her and she nodded her approval. At that Mum just lifted it up and told me to lift my arms up so I could insert them in the sleeves. "There now a good fit," said Mum as she lowered the garment carefully over my head and fussily arranged the frilled neckline to sit properly upon my bare shoulders. I went to try to remove the wig that was still on my head. "We don't want to disturb those golden tresses, now do we darling?" she said surprising me slightly, "You look so cute in that night dress almost like a second daughter." "Can I take this wig off, my head itches?" I asked. "No just leave it where it is," said Mum. "Get into bed." "Yes we might superglue it in place," threatened Melissa. Such a threat soon had me doing as I was told, and without a moment's hesitation I jumped into bed and my mum tucked the duvet all round me. "Now there's a good girl," she said as though she meant it, "You'd best get some beauty sleep, goodnight sweetheart!" They both kissed me on the cheek and put my light out leaving me in total darkness as I heard them quietly sniggering together while they walked off down the hall. "Maybe Billy will take your place after all," said Mum, "looks like she's going to have to do it for the next week at least." "Well I am going to have such fun with a sissy little bother," Melissa said as a parting shot as they retreated down the stairs leaving me to ruminate over an uncertain future. I couldn't help blaming Diana and her meddling, everything was going great until today, now my pre- occupation with things feminine was general knowledge and was I going to be humiliated for it! 5. 'An eventful morning!' "Wakey wakey sweetheart!" said my Mum the following morning as she with Melissa in tow, bustled noisily into my room. "To save your blushes in front of dad, we've brought you breakfast in bed." I sat up as she placed the tray in my lap and then she then disappeared into the bathroom to run my bath. "I've laid out the clothes you're going to wear on your dressing room chair. Thankfully all the cold weather has gone so you can wear one of Melissa's pretty dresses to Madame Olga's. As I glanced down at the golden tresses tickling my bare shoulders, and cascading over the lacy top of the nightdress I was wearing, panic suddenly set in. "But Mum, you don't really expect me to go to Madame Olga's dressed as a girl do you?" She emerged from the closet with my stolen tutu and she smiled wistfully at Melissa, "I always imagined having two daughters around the house! Now it looks as though my dream is about to come true, albeit briefly." Melissa was happily dressed in jeans and a short sleeve white blouse, so while I brushed my teeth she scooted off downstairs with my tray while mother stayed behind to help me get dressed in Melissa's freshly laundered dress that now laid across a chair in my bedroom. "Take your nightdress off Billy, and slip into these." I did as I was told and stood in a pair of Melissa's white flowered cotton panties. The kind that the boys at school would deliberately attempt to ogle by following the girls up the staircase into school. Of course I had done it too, craning my neck to peep up their skirts but I certainly wouldn't be doing such a thing now that I was wearing them! "The trouble with girl's dresses is when the fabric loses its crispness, you need to wear a starched cotton slip to give your dress some body. So hold your arms up for me now, precious." She held the garment above me and slowly lowered it down over my head and arms. As the stiffened skirt descended and the white lacy hem came to rest just above my knees, she arranged the elasticated waistband comfortably round my tummy. "Do all girls have to go through all this fuss?" I enquired "You'd best ask your sister what it's like to be a young lady! She's older than you, and is growing rapidly, so she has to contend with much, much, more." She replied. However innocent little me didn't understand what she was talking about! "Sit on the bed, and you can put on your socks and shoes." I looked in dismay at the short, white lacy socks that I was expected to wear. "But why can't I wear tights the same as Melissa does?" I said groaning with disappointment. "Do any of the girls of your age wear tights to school?" she replied. "No Mum!" I replied, biting my lip. "Well girl, there's your answer!" So I had to settle for the frilly topped white socks and dinky black dolly shoes that Mum buckled on my feet. I was wearing what Melissa would describe later as my 'Shirley Temple' look. Standing up, I looked over at the dress lying across the chair. It was a short blue cotton dress with elbow length sleeves, a Peter Pan collar and a ruche bodice. As she held it up, I didn't need any encouragement to try the dress on for myself. I felt quite happy as she buttoned it up at the back. Before I turned towards the mirror for a preview, she went to work with her makeup bag. Five minutes later I stood still dreamily staring into the mirror, having just had my first 'makeover ' when the door swung open. "Is she ready yet?" asked Melissa who dashed into the room and gasped with delight as Mum finished tying my wig hair into two bunches with two blue satin ribbons. "She looks pretty as a picture, can I play with my new sister?" "No you don't Melissa, I've spent too much time getting my new princess ready for her first outing for you to spoil things for her now, and anyway, we are running late!" The next moment I had the plastic bag containing my tutu thrust into my hand before being propelled out of my bedroom and along the corridor to the top of the stairs. There I hesitated, suddenly aware of my father looking up the stairs at my bare legs and goodness knows what else. He shook his head as he witnessed the start of my humiliation. Perhaps he was humiliated too. As I tried to walk down the stairs, my legs turned to jelly as the realisation dawned of how vulnerable I had become in my new role as a little, innocent girl called Wendy. Then I realised that my ordeal was about to begin and I visualised what was in store for me in a quick fast motion movie. As I reached the front door with Mum holding my hand, I realised that my second hurdle was just about to begin. It would be a quick dash out to the car in full view of all the neighbours. I was lucky that no one saw me hop and skip into the back seat. My hair bouncing up and down as I went. As I imagined sitting in the car catching my breath, I realised that there was just a three minute drive through the centre of town to Madame Olga's school. As the car moved off, I wondered if any of my school friends would spot me. I decided that I would slunk down in the back seat as much as I could but I also hoped that with it being so early in the morning none of them would be about. Finally I was going to have to go past the hordes of senior girls at ballet class and then to face up to the nauseating experience of explaining away my stupid behaviour to Madame Olga. As I felt sick, I made a desperate grab for the banister and my legs seemed to buckle under me and the tutu slipped from my grasp and it quickly gathered speed as it tumbled down the stairs into Dad's arms. His face registered shock and horror, as he must have thought I would be taking the same fast route. However I regained my balance, and so with trembling legs and gripping the handrail tightly for all I was worth, I clip clopped unsteadily down the stairs. I was surprised when he opened his arms and gave me a most unexpected hug. "I thought you were a goner just then Billy!" he said as he passed the tutu back to Mum. "No Dad, I haven't fallen down those stairs since I was three," I reminded him and that seemed to ease a sigh of relief from everyone. It was Dad's generous hug that restored my self-confidence, as he looked down at me and held me at arm's length. "Ahem!" he coughed suddenly nervous. "You look very nice... In that dress... ahem!" I lowered my eyelashes on to my hot glowing scarlet cheeks. "Umm! Thanks Dad!" I replied smiling at his unveiled compliment, which surprised us all! "Thanks for that Dad!" said Mum as she kissed him on the cheek goodbye. "Race you out to the car," called Melissa happily to me. "No more rushing around today for you young lady!" reprimanded Mum. So Melissa took me gently by the hand as dad opened the front door for us. Then as we skipped daintily down the steps towards the car, we were brought to an abrupt halt by the arrival of my best friends! "Is Billy indoors, Melissa?" asked Tom as my confidence took another tumble! But while the boys were talking to my sister, I slipped quietly past them down the steps and out into the car. "I didn't see him indoors, do you know where Billy has gone?" Melissa shouted and my backward glance of reproach at my sister allowed the boys to read the guilty expression on my face. Recognition was immediate and James demanded, "Hey Billy, why are you going out dressed as a soppy girl?" Before I could answer, Mum had appeared on the scene and spoke out to twist the knife even further. "He's being punished, so that's the reason he's dressed as a girl, isn't that right Billy?" I nodded my head unhappily and John grinned impishly. " Normally I would be grounded for a week for anything serious but you must be in real trouble." They chuckled uproariously at my discomfiture, "Perhaps it won't be so bad and you'll be used to it with all the ribbing you get at school for being a ballet boy." "What's the frilly thing in the bag, Billy?" asked Tom who'd spotted the ballet tutu I was carrying. So mum kindly explained! "It's a ballerina's dress, Tom, Billy stole it from ballet school to wear at home, so he's now on his way to take it back to Mrs Somers in the car." 'I don't believe I'm hearing this,' I thought to myself, as my friends looked me up and down just once more just to be sure! "We're taking this box to my uncle's house before going over to the common to climb the old oak so perhaps you can come along later?" asked James. "Not dressed like THAT she won't!" laughed Tom. Mum intervened as she took my tutu and before Tom could protest shoved it in his arms "You may as well make yourself useful Tom, you can carry Billy's tutu out to the car for her." "Err yes, Mrs. Fielding," was all the shocked and dismayed boy could say as the other two sniggered quietly in the background. As we got into the car they ran off as fast as their legs could carry them to obviously spread the word amongst their friends. There wasn't much said in the car and Diana greeted our arrival at Madame Olga's as she dashed over to the car. She had a broad smile of welcome on her face as she excitedly opened my door. "Hi Wendy! I'm so pleased you came, let me take that from you while you get out." She held my tutu as I climbed out of the car, "My oh my, I love the dress!" she continued warmly. "Umm, it's only one of my sister's cast-offs," I replied an admission that earned me a look of disapproval from Melissa. "Well, it's a very nice dress, for a boy to wear that is! It really suits you, since you have such nice long legs!" Diana took me by the hand, and led the way into the building, Mother and my sister tagging along behind as we trotted along the corridor past the dance studio, to tap tap at the door of her mother's office, where Madame was already waiting. "Come in my dears!" she said, her voice boomed from inside. I was surprised to see her husband Mr Somers, my head master standing beside her as he looked strangely at me. "Please sit down," she said pointing to the chairs in front of her desk. "So you are the thief that our daughter has told us so much about?" Mr Somers asked. I squirmed uncomfortably in my borrowed clothes under the gaze of 4 females and Somers even though his quietly spoken comment was a kinder than I had expected. "Speak, girl, speak!" prompted Madame. "Umm, Yes Mrs. Somers!" I stammered, unsure who to address beneath Madame's icy gaze. "I'm pleased to see that you are dressed as a girl, and may I say, a very convincing one at that!" she said. "Your mother's appearance indicates that your parents fully support your punishment being meted out to you for stealing. In fact, I believe you've brought back some of my property." I looked down to eye the white satin tutu, which I'd laid on my lap and coughed uneasily before finding my voice after a dig in the ribs from Mum. "Yes Madame, I'm afraid it is." "I hope you realise Billy, that a costume like that is very expensive. Why even top ballet companies can't afford to lose such a dress so why did you steal it?" I fiddled with the plastic bag, as I recalled the pleasure that wearing the dress had given me and now it was making me feel so uncomfortable. "Answer her Billy." Prompted Mum. "Because, because I liked wearing it for my private practice sessions Madame Olga," I said honestly blurting out my true feelings for once. However her eyes narrowed to slits, "I think the same would be true for all my female pupils, and even some of the boys. But only very special young ladies get to wear such a dress in my school and in any case stealing is stealing!" "I'm very sorry Madame, but I only borrowed it to find out what it was like to wear it because I knew I would never have the chance to wear such a beautiful ballet costume." She stood up and paced up and down the office. "Well young man, thank you for being so candid," she said, "You have a point that as a boy you could never wear that dress. However if you were a girl then it is perfectly possible for you to do so and for this reason I have asked you to come here today." I looked at Mum and she at me. "I have a proposal to put to you and it helps that you are appropriately dressed for the role I have in mind, and that you have your ballet kit with you." Her face had now softened somewhat as she continued, "My daughter Diana told me how impressed she was with your unauthorized solo performance 'en pointe' last night, and it seems that your sister is to be congratulated for unwittingly encouraging you towards ballet." My sister looked pleased at the honorary mention from her former mentor as Madame Olga sniffed, "It's a great pity Melissa passed up the opportunity I will be giving you instead, Billy, or perhaps I should say Miss Fielding?" Melissa's smile had now been replaced by a disapproving scowl as I waited to hear what fate had in store as Madame Olga continued and started her sales pitch. "In three weeks time during the half-term holidays, our senior class and their parents will be making the biannual exchange trip to Madame Druon's ballet school near Paris. This will include a visit to the Palais de Madelaine, and the customary charity concert, featuring boys and girls from both ballet schools." She stopped pacing up and down and looked through the glass screen and into the studio where Miss Jones was putting the senior class through their paces. "Unfortunately the Blake twins will be unable to join us on this occasion, since their family is moving back to the States early next week," she moving her head to the movement of the dancers, "That places us in a bit of a quandary." My heart skipped a beat as I already guessed what was to come next. "I'd like to assess your capabilities and if you were to succeed it would bring you on further as a dancer if you had experience of the female movements," she said and I listened to what she said in almost disbelief. "The time is short and I would like you and Diana to be assessed with the senior ballet class forthwith," she said turning to face me. I wanted to shout out, yes, yes, yes!" but instead I looked at my mum quizzically. "It's okay Billy you can do it," she said encouraging me. "Okay Mum if you're sure," I said but inwardly feeling delighted at this chance. I had trouble containing my fear and excitement as Diana took me by the hand and led me away towards the girl's locker room. "Diana I can't go in there!" I said my voice quavering as she walked towards the door. I hesitated slightly before being hauled over the threshold and ordered to strip and put on my practice tunic. "Don't be so shy Wendy, you'll be treated just like one of the girls, you'll see," she said leading me towards a bench where I was ordered to sit down. "If you succeed and after watching you last night I think you can, you'll be in our team going to Paris." "Yes Diana," I gulped. "Just do as you're told and you'll be on the plane to Paris with the rest of us," she said handing me an orange tutu to wear. "Mummy said you should wear this." Of course inwardly I was overjoyed at wearing such a dress but outwardly I tried to show signs of reluctance and that cause Diana to giggle at my obvious discomfort. Without further ado she began to get undressed right in front of me! I was about to follow her lead when there was a clatter of platform shoes down the corridor and two of the senior girls rushed noisily into the room. They just gave me a cursory glance obviously not recognising me and started to strip off at great speed. "We thought we were very late but we can't be if you're still changing," said the tallest girl to Diana. "You are late because we are too, the class started 5 minutes ago," replied Diana pulling up her tights. "Come on Wendy, hurry up girl," said Diana impatiently at me as I sat unable to move. However her effort to make me change had both Angela and Tracy looking at me curiously. I watched them trying to put the face to a name, but it was only as Angela started to remove her panties and she glanced over at me that the penny suddenly dropped! "I know who you are!" she exclaimed. "And I know what you are not and that isn't a girl, you're Billy, Melissa's younger brother!" "My God so it is," said Tracy after she'd moved closer to take a look. "I knew there was something odd about you," said Angela turning to complete her change. "What are you dressed like a girl for, Billy?" asked Tracy. "I. I. I.," I stammered as with three naked girls in my field of view I was in no mental state to reply. Diana explained the reasons behind my costume drama, "Billy is going to be Wendy for the trip to Paris otherwise it's going to be cancelled for another 6 months." "You're kidding," exclaimed Tracy. "No Billy and I will be replacing the twins so you can still take the Paris trip," said Diana trying to make it clear that we were doing them both a favour. "Well I hope he can pull it off, I have been looking forward to the Paris trip for months," said Angela. "If I were you, I would get stripped fast or you'll find all the girls in here helping you to do it." "Yes you also don't want Madame on your case either," said Tracey. It was then I realised that I didn't have any choice and they actually wanted me to play the part of a girl or their trip would be in jeopardy. Then the three girls giggled at my discomfort as they quickly continued to get ready for the lesson. I turned to Angela and asked her, "Please Angela would you undo the buttons at the back? I just can't reach." Angela stamped her foot in mock consternation, "Tut-tut! Just like a girl! Always needing help with her clothes!" The other two laughed as she undid the buttons down my back, "shall I undo your bra too or can you manage that yourself?" "I can manage," I said undoing my arms from the sleeves and starting to push the dress down past my hips. "Wait till the French boys get a load of you Billy," laughed Angela. "Maybe your Mum will buy you something more practical to wear for the trip." "Like what?" I asked. "Oh my top and floral pattern jeans, trainers and white socks, much more practical and comfortable than dresses," she said pointing to her clothes lying across the bench. That reminded me that I was the only one in the room who had been wearing a dress and the others were all removing jeans and T-shirts. Five minutes later and I began to lace up my ballet shoes as Diana called, "Come on Wendy." She held the dressing room door as I eventually trotted out to join the class wearing a classical ballet tutu and my Pointes firmly secured in place with white satin ribbons. It felt as though everyone was staring at me but they were all busy doing exercises at the barre as we joined them. "Places girls," she shouted as we found a place by the barre. "Come on Angela, Diana and the new girl, what's your name?" "Wendy Miss," I replied stretching my knees joints. "Well Wendy take up your position and follow the others until you get the hang of it, and welcome aboard our team of dancers," she said. As I stretched I had a feeling as if I could conquer the world! Until I looked up into the balcony where Madame Olga and my family were watching. With Miss Jones now playing the piano, I suddenly felt extremely nervous so my ballet lesson was hardly a howling success. However I tried very hard to emulate the movements of the more experienced girls around me, particularly Carlotta who was head and shoulders above the rest of us. Her movements were so graceful and her interpretation of the music was faultless. She was truly a natural dancer, but she suffered from the fact that she not the most beautiful girl in the school. Eventually my enthusiasm and confidence returned but at the cost of being warned not to try so soon after warming up. So that helped me to relax even more and towards the end I was confident of most of the moves and had learned several new ones. I looked up at my family and Madame and they rewarded me with a smile. Just when I was beginning to give some good moves en pointe, the lesson suddenly ended and the forty minutes we had been on the floor was at an end. I felt comfortable joining the rest of the girls in a deep curtsey before we all trotted flat-footedly back to the changing rooms. "This way Wendy," said Miss Jones leading me to her room. As I entered I saw a bench and flopped down on it exhausted. "Come on start getting changed I'll go and get your clothes." I undid the top and the tutu and was standing in my tights and ballet shoes when she returned and Diana and Angela were with her. "Here put on your clothes, your mum and sister are waiting," said Miss Jones. "Yes Miss Jones," I said taking the garments and putting them on before undoing my ballet shoes. "Before you go," she continued as I dressed with Diana's help. "I thought you should know that you've been picked to go to Paris with the rest of the girls. You have a few weeks to get ready but I'm sure we can hone all the rough edges away in time." "Really?" I asked. "Yes really," said Diana, "the other girls are thrilled that you're prepared to sacrifice being a boy so they can have a great time in Paris." "I'm doing what?" I asked. "Oh did I say something wrong?" asked Diana, "Didn't they tell you?" "Tell me what?" I asked as she did up the buttons in the back of the dress. "You clot Diana," said Miss Jones, "you may as well tell him now." "Well Wendy, since you still appear to be a bit of a boy in that girl's dress, your mum has agreed that you should dress as a girl right up until after we get back from Paris. So that means you'll need to wear a dress and skirts to school for the next few weeks. And we want to help!" I'd been really surprised that my transformation hadn't prompted a more negative reaction from the other girls. "But I'm a boy," I said. "Well you don't look like one," said Diana as she finished up my buttons. "The rest of your belongings are in the dressing room and your Mum and sister are waiting." So I followed Diana holding my shoes and ballet clothing in my dress and shoes in what I assumed would be a terrifying ordeal but in fact the girls were all very nice to me. "Thanks Billy, I mean Wendy," said Carlotta she said almost totally naked. "Thanks Carlotta, you dance really well," I replied as I made my way carefully across the room to my bag and other belongings. I squeezed past young ladies in various stages of dress and undress, as they prepared to go out and face the world in their everyday clothes. "Stop gawping Wendy and hurry up, your Mum's waiting and so is mine," said Diana. "Thanks Billy," said Elizabeth who was moving towards the door with us. "That's okay." I replied as if it was an everyday occurrence for a boy to go ballet school and impersonate a girl ballet dancer. I tried to ignore the array of bare breasts and bottoms on show all around me but it wasn't too easy, especially when something weird caught my eye. Two flat chested beauties were talking quietly together on the bench next to the door when I could have sworn that I saw things that didn't belong bulging their panties. As we walked outside, I turned to Diana and talked about my discovery. "There are others in there like me?" "That's right, Jane and Pauline, they've been coming here for years so you see you are in good company here," she said. Just then they walked out in their day clothes their padded brassieres pushing out their small chests and tight jeans concealing their maleness and that made the two boys indistinguishable from all the other girls. Was that in store for me I wondered? "Well you'd better make sure no one reads you either, those two started here about 4 years ago as boys and now they are adorable girls," she admitted. "I believe you go to our school Wendy? We're both in the same class but we're in the senior school. My name's Jane Fleming, while this ugly cow here is Pauline!" Pauline grimaced at her friend's joke as she slung her bag across her shoulder. "I, I," I stammered unable to ask them what I saw. "We heard you are being roped into help us get to Paris, that's very noble of you," said Pauline. "Yes that's right," said Diana. "That's good so we can help you get even better in the next few weeks." As we walked back Diana as the only female was in jeans while the three of us were in dresses. I looked at Pauline and Jane and they seemed perfectly happy to parade outside in very feminine dress. Both boasted matching purple and pink minidresses, ribbons in their hair and puffed sleeved blouses. The blouse material was semi-transparent