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Accidental Girl Characters: Bob Anderson, also known as Bobby; Ms. Miller - Bob's teacher; Julie Carter - Bobby's girlfriend; Rose Bickford - Julie's landlady; Ms. Abby Matthews; Ms. Barbara Turner, Abby's Administrative Assistant; Hilga, from In Home Nursing; Julie's friends: Cindy, Sandy, Tracy and Brenda; Nurse Bell; Nurse Carol; Mike Austin - Abby's Attorney; Sally, Abby's house keeper and Henry, Abby's driver. Synopsis: When a guy dresses like a girl the rest of the world begins debating the right and wrong of it along with the reasons why. Some will argue that it's nature as the cause. Others will tell you it's nurturing as the reason. No one, in either group, is going to agree completely that someone becomes a transsexual simply by accident. Things like that just don't happen that way, and isn't that funny. Bobby moaned as loudly as the other guys in the class. Ms. Miller, as always, smiled over those moans. Education, she once said, is only painful to those unwilling to learn. Bobby moaned again, although silently this time, as he looked at Ms. Miller's handout and began to read: "Class: Psychology 101; Teacher: Ms. Miller; Task: Essay Assignment Number Four: A question to consider, research and answer: For the girls: What do you think it's like to be a boy? For the boys: What do you think it's like to be a girl? For both genders: Consider each other's clothing, in context, beauty or looks, health aids, sports, hobbies, interactions with the opposite and same gender, concepts, thoughts, etc. I expect at least two thousand words, in a draft form, due next Monday at the start of class. Also be prepared to discuss your opinions and how you arrived at them during class." Ms. Miller was at it again, Bobby thought, and this assignment worse than the last. That last was agonizing for the boys. For any boy to write an essay about girls and what happens to them going through puberty. Of course the girls wrote about the boys under those same set of circumstances but it wasn't the same. Questions with depth she'd said. Ms. Miller, Bobby decided long ago, was a nut. "Hey," Bobby said as Julie walked up with that light smile she often had for no other reason, she said, than it was easier than frowning. "Hey! So why the long face?" Julie asked. "Ms. Miller again," Bobby said waving the paper in Julie's face as he said it. "Love that woman," Julie said. She'd walked Bobby through her own puberty covering that last assignment giving Bobby long moments of shivers at some of Julie's detailed descriptions. He didn't want to know most of what she'd told him as Julie added, "so what's she doing to you this time?" "What's it like to be a girl. Hello? I mean what's it like to be a girl as if I care to know that. She's doing this stuff on purpose," Bobby said. "I know. Someone should do something about that! She's like... you know, teaching for heavens sake. Now who would have expected that kind of thing from a teacher," Julie said sarcastically. "You know what I mean," Bobby said not missing Julie's tone. "Yes I do and honestly Bobby, nothing I've read on this assignment sheet is all that difficult. So what's the big deal?" Julie asked and added, "she's even allowing you to formulate an answer in any number of ways. Nice." "Nice. So you up for the interviews?" Bobby asked. "Interviews?" Julie answered. "Questions and answers. You know, I ask you what it's like to be a girl and a short time later, much later, you answer me in about two thousand words or more," Bobby said. "Right! So why don't I just give up my evening, go to the library, write down everything I know about being a girl and then just give it to you?" Julie said. "Would you! Gosh Julie, that would awesome," Bobby said not missing the sarcasm in Julie's voice as he added a bit of his own. "Or, we could go get a pizza, your treat, obviously, rent a movie, my choice, and when I've been bribed adequately, I give you an inside look on the life of a girl," Julie said. "Great, now why didn't I think of that! And I suppose that movie is going to be a what... one or two tissues?" Bobby said. "Are you kidding me? With you paying for it I'm going all the way and find me a three tissue movie, "Julie said as she took Bobby's hand. "So you'll help?" Bobby asked confirming he had gotten a yes somewhere in that conversation. "Of course," Julie said and added, "who doesn't want to talk about themselves and what girl is going to not take an opportunity to explain why we're so superior to boys." "Right! OK then. Pizza and your movie and I get two thousand words on your insight into the feminine world," Bobby said laughing. Bobby was being sarcastic but he also knew he'd get a lot of information from this girl he often called a friend and sometimes a girl friend. The two terms meaning two different things often enough. Bobby and Julie's relationship was unusual at best, beginning one late night at the library when Julie unexpectedly got her period. They were alone at a table in the back when Julie jumped up and ran to the girl's bathroom in a panic. Bobby followed stopping short of the door asking Julie if she was OK. She wasn't but wouldn't for the longest time say why, until Bobby asked, as tactfully as he could, if she'd gotten her period. Bobby's sister had done that very same thing one day and the solution, as it happens, was the same now as it had been then. Bobby got Julie's keys, went to her house, then to her room and with the help of Rose, found panties, a skirt and with a great deal of foresight a plastic bag for the clothes Julie had soiled, along with the pad she needed. It had impressed Julie on several levels that act of kindness her knight in not so shiny armor performed that evening. It was other things she liked about him as well and not too long after that incident. For one thing Bobby didn't panic when she dragged him to a makeup counter and for a boy to know the names of some of the stuff girls are made of fascinated her. It took some doing to get to the bottom of Bobby's understandings of such things, but she did and by that time they had a relationship of sorts. Bobby was the only boy in a very large house shared by his mother, his aunt and her daughter, his cousin, growing up. He'd lost his father and uncle in the same year on an oil rig accident in the middle east when he was too young to know his father. Growing up with girl stuff was just something he'd done. And no, Bobby made very clear when Julie's smile twisted slightly one day, he'd never gotten any closer to that girl stuff than any other boy. Unless you counted Halloween and that part of this came long after they'd been intimate. Of course Bobby made a very cute girl and that too was at least one of the reasons Julie liked him. That last was never said outside of teasing him over those pictures of Halloween, but it was there nonetheless. "You could probably answer most of that question yourself," Julie noted as she took a bite from the second slice of pizza she'd started. "Not likely," Bobby said defending his ego which was already at risk given the subject matter. "You grew up with woman! With a girl even, and, if I can point out those pictures from your Halloweens, you've worn her clothes, albeit only briefly, but that definitely qualifies you far better than most boys," Julie said. "Growing up with it and knowing about it are two different things. Wearing girl's clothes, and I only wore them Halloween just for the record, doesn't give you any better insight into being a girl than you knowing about boys by wearing pants," Bobby said. "Yes it does, but I'll accept your denial since I do have some experience with a boy's girlaphobia," Julie noted. "Girlaphobia? Is that what that is?" Bobby said laughing. "It is. Why guys can't be open about what girls are about is so fascinating that I may very well limit my practice to just that when I get licensed," Julie said. "Doctor of Girlaphobia. Has a nice ring to it. So doc, can you truly cure me of girlaphobia or am I doomed to die never having known a cure," Bobby said clutching his chest. "I can cure you but you're not going to like it," Julie said and added, "starts with a bubble bath." "Not in your wildest dreams and you're drifting off the point of that pizza I should add," Bobby said. "Well, go ahead and suffer then. See if I care. Now then, let's go find a movie I can sink a tissue into and perhaps, although this could just be wishful thinking, it's something you might enjoy as well," Julie said. "Right," Bobby said picking up the pizza box with the four remaining slices taking up only half the space. Both had eaten two with a large soda and it was enough. Both were the same size and that too Julie liked about Bobby and half his tee-shirts now mixed with her own. She was also grinning as the pushed themselves through the door to the sidewalk. "What?" Bobby asked. "Nothing," Julie answered. "Nothing with you is something! So what is that nothing making you smile?" Bobby asked. "I was just thinking is all," Julie said without taking it any further. "The answer is no," Bobby said. "I haven't said a word," Julie said in a mock innocence. "Don't have to! I've seen that grin before and it doesn't matter what the question is because I won't like it," Bobby said. "So hearing me out isn't going to hurt then is it?" Julie said. "No, it's not because no matter what, the answer is no," Bobby said. "Will you at least hear me out? I mean listening to what I have to say is actually one of the keys to a good relationship," Julie said. "I'll take my chances," Bobby said. "It could put you at risk of sleeping alone tonight," Julie said looking mischievously at Bobby. "I buy you pizza and I'm about to rent two hours worth of guy torture tape and you're cutting me off," Bobby said. "Absolutely! Besides, that pizza and tape is for your class assignment so don't go adding any additional things to that bargain. This is separate. Getting laid was not part of that deal, this part is," Julie said. "You ever think about selling stuff? I mean you'd be great selling cars or something," Bobby said. "Really? So that's a yes then?" Julie asked. "No, that's a no still, but you'd be great selling cars," Bobby said. "And you my friend are sleeping alone tonight," Julie said as her face changed slightly to the hint of a frown. "Come on, what did I do? OK, OK, tell you what... 'Hey Julie, why don't you tell me what you're thinking' and while you do that I'm going to be looking really interested and when you're done, then I'll say no but I get laid," Bobby said. "Nope! We get the movie, popcorn and as soon as the credits start rolling you'll be walking back to your own room," Julie said. "Fine, what is it that's got you in such an uproar all of a sudden?" Bobby said. "You and your girlaphobia," Julie said. "I knew it! I knew it was going to be something like that," Bobby said. "You don't know dip," Julie said and the tone suggested instantly that Bobby might not even get the benefit of the movie he was about to rent. "Hey, lighten up a little. Come on, give. Honestly, I'll at least listen," Bobby said hoping to turn this turn of events in his favor. He could easily say no and was sure he would but not getting laid tonight wasn't worth the risk. "Go with us tomorrow," Julie said. "Go with you where?" Bobby asked. "Us! Go with us tomorrow," Julie repeated making it clear it wasn't just her. "Go with who where?" Bobby asked. "Cindy, Sandy, Tracy and Brenda! We're going to look for a dress for Brenda, she's going to be in her sister's wedding," Julie said. "That's it? That's what you wanted to ask?" Bobby said. "Yes, that was it, that was the mole hill you turned into a mountain," Julie noted. "Then why didn't you just say that in the first place?" Bobby said. "Because I was thinking that if you went with us... as one of us, you'd get a lot of material," Julie said. "As one of you? OK, stop right there! Now see that, you did it! You did it just like I said you would and now you know why I said no. OK, I listened and the answer is no," Bobby said. "You haven't heard the rest of it," Julie said sounding as calm as Bobby was excited. "Don't need to. I got to that part where you said 'as one of us' and that's all I needed to hear," Bobby said. "Go as one of us wearing the same things you're wearing now almost," Julie said. "Almost? What does almost mean?" Bobby asked. "Part your hair, add a little bit of makeup, change your tennis shoes for my tennis shoes and a bit of padding and that's pretty much it," Julie said. "That's pretty much it is right! Do you girls, when you girls ask this sort of thing of guys, ever consider what it is you are really asking?" Bobby said. "Ignoring a guy's girlaphobia or not," Julie said. "Girlaphobia is legitimate in this case. You're asking me to dress as a girl! Julie, guys don't dress as girls! Not for any good reason except a few that, I should note, can Mark a guy for life," Bobby said. "I'm asking you to allow me to feminize you, go out with the girls yes, but safely. Safely, discretely and in the end you've got five girls to get information out of," Julie said. "No, what I've got is five girls that will never ever let me live it down and no good reason besides," Bobby said before adding, "besides, the only person I need to interview is you." "I know, I know. It was just me testing you a bit. I suppose I just needed to confirm what I already suspect," Julie said. "What?" Bobby asked knowing full well he was being baited. "That you, like most men, are truly cowards at heart. You talk brave and can be when it comes to guy stuff but try on a little bit of femininity and you run whimpering to mommy," Julie said sounding disgusted. "That's not going to work," Bobby said and added, "you're bating me! You know it and I know it so you can stop wasting your time now." "And Halloween, what was your reasoning for Halloween then? What allowed you to suspend all of this macho B.S. for a dress that night," Julie asked. "That was Halloween," Bobby said now cursing his decision to go as Julie's girlfriend to her guy disguise. Julie had wanted to go as cross dressers which simply meant they sharing clothes and they had. "Come on and give me a slightly better reason than that. I mean what is it about Halloween? Do you guys have a secret pack about Halloween? Something that says it's OK to dress as a girl on that night and that night alone?" Julie asked. "Believe it or not the answer is yes," Bobby said and added, "guys can dress as girls without getting branded. Teased yes, but not branded! Unless of course they go too far," Bobby said regretting that last. "Panties?" Julie asked. "Those were your idea, remember," Bobby said. "And you like them," Julie said. "And I liked them! OK, so? I mean that doesn't change what you're suggesting," Bobby said. "It does a little because I thought it was pretty brave of you to do that! Fun for me as well remember," Julie said. Julie had wanted to wear Bobby's underwear that night and she wanted him to wear hers so she didn't feel guilty wearing his. She wanted to be authentic she'd said, whatever that meant. He'd done it and admitted he'd like it. Any guy would if that guy was being honest. Didn't make him a cross dresser or anything else because that was the last time. "Now we're going to try a different tactic, right?" Bobby asked. "About you being brave? That's not a tactic. Listen Bobby, you are brave. Hell, I can't name another boy, not one, that would have done what you did that night in the library. You are special and admitting it or not doesn't change that. I'm just saying that this wouldn't be all that risky and it would truly get you a lot of insight into us being us for an hour or so," Julie said softening slightly her voice. "Why can't you girls understand why we guys can't do that sort of thing?" Bobby asked. "Because we can't imagine something like that being as horrifying as you guys make it out to be. Hell, you passed that night... remember? No one even knew you were a guy till we told them," Julie said. "Doesn't play into this," Bobby said as they reached the video store causing Bobby to add, "can we take this up later?" "Yes," Julie said pushing the door open and walking in ahead of Bobby. It was the films that started raising Bobby's blood pressure. Julie was bating him again as she picked up: Dress code and Ma Via Rose, then La Cage Aux Folles along with To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar. "What are you doing?" Bobby asked. "Getting a few movies to watch," Julie said. "You've got about eight hours in your hands already and that's not the question! The question is what are you doing?" Bobby asked. "I'm not sure yet. Here, hold these while I go ask the guy where I can find the Crying Game and Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert," Julie said. "Is there a point to this?" Bobby asked. "I think so but honestly I'm not sure yet," Julie said. "Well you come back here," Bobby said in a loud whisper as Julie turned to walk off. "What?" Julie asked. "That guy is going to see these and those other films and start wondering and you know that," Bobby said. "Wondering? Oh, you mean that you might... You know, like that sort of thing? You're right, I'll bet he does," Julie said as she turned away to walk again towards the sales desk. "Will you come here! Please," Bobby said. "What now?" Julie said. "What is your point?" Bobby asked. "My point is? Let's see? OK, my point is that you might just as well go along with my idea because no one outside of me and the girls is going to know it's you. On the other hand, a lot of people are going to start guessing otherwise beginning tonight," Julie noted and added, "So, what's it going to be, an hour in secret tomorrow or the next few weeks giving off a bunch of hints?" "You wouldn't," Bobby said. "Right! Excuse me, I have a few more films to get. Oh, and that part about you wearing panties? That's no longer a secret either," Julie said as she turned towards the desk again. "Julie! Wait," Bobby said. "What?" Julie asked. "This isn't funny," Bobby said. "It is! I mean think about it. You could easily dress as a girl and not blink an eye... an eye covered in mascara I might add and yet, you can't rent a few films. Of course it's funny," Julie said. "I'm serious," Bobby said. "So am I, so do this one thing for me tomorrow?" Julie asked. "Julie, what the hell is so important that I've got to pretend I'm a girl?" Bobby asked in frustration. "Because I just began to realize that we're not really joking about that girlaphobia as funny as it sounds and this assignment is going to get blown off by you. Honestly, it's a great opportunity for you to really get a taste of what we are about. An honest and safe way to step into my shoes and I mean that both figuratively and literally," Julie said. "And I can't count Halloween as that experience," Bobby asked and added, "or those half dozen other times growing up?" "Half dozen? You said you dressed as a girl a couple of times," Julie noted. "Will you stop! That's not the point! I'm saying you're putting me... a guy... at very great risk asking me to do that and you know it," Bobby said. "A half dozen times? You got pictures?" Julie asked. "I'm about to go Postal here," Bobby said as Julie smiled. "Come on, for me! One time, one hour. One lousy hour. We doll you up... No, forget that word! We get you looking like one of us, take you shopping to one store and drive you back, no one the wiser and you a lot smarter," Julie said and added, "and it's not even all that girlish either. Jeans, tee shirt and something in your hair." "You make it sound so casual and it's not," Bobby said. "It is and you know it is and that's pretty much it," Julie said. "Please someone, help me! I'm hanging out with a mad woman," Bobby said in frustration. "So is that a yes I'm hearing? Are you breaking down and is it far enough?" Julie asked. "If I say yes and I'm not saying yes, but if I said yes, would that be the end of it? I mean it, the absolute end of it?" Bobby asked. "Absolutely the absolute end of it! Never, ever again! Never! I promise," Julie said crossing her heart. "And nothing fancy?" Bobby asked. Nothing fancy! Just the basics, period," Julie said crossing her heart again. "And I don't get teased by you or the girls... EVER," Bobby said with emphasis. "Never! Not a word after tomorrow," Julie said as she crossed her heart again. "One store, one hour! Out and right back in again," Bobby said and added, "I mean it! No side trips, no extra stuff, just that one store and we're back home again?" "Exactly that," Julie said. "And you shut up about it for the rest of this night?" Bobby asked and added, "and these films go back on the shelf." "Right this instant and my lips are sealed," Julie said twisting an imaginary key over her lips. "Damn your pretty eyes," Bobby said and added, "and I get to take a Valium or something suitable that makes me slightly catatonic for tomorrow." "Two! I'll get you two Valiums," Julie said kissing Bobby on the cheek as she grabbed the films. She began putting them back but grabbing another as she returned. "What's that one?" Bobby asked. "Mrs. Doubtfire with Robin Williams," Julie said. "You're killing me," Bobby said. "It's supposed to be funny," Julie said. "Fine," Bobby said knowing he'd lost but not sure how as he followed Julie to the counter. "He's paying," Julie said handing the film to the salesperson. "Though the nose," Bobby said under his breath. Julie spent half of the film talking to the girls on her cell phone and laughing on occasion. Bobby was going to wear her jeans with the flower on the back pocket, his tee-shirt, her panties and bra and Tracy's tennis shoes. Bobby's transformation would take place at Rose's house. "What if I've got to go to the bathroom?" Bobby said suddenly as he stepped into Julie's jeans. He had walked to Rose's house and the girls were waiting. As it happens Bobby was going to wear Cindy's Barbie watch, carry Sandy's purse and his hair was going to be held by twin clips donated from Brenda. It was only fair the girls argued, since Bobby was already wearing something of Julie's and Tracy's tennis shoes. "You go to the bathroom," Julie said. "No, that's not what I meant and you know it. I mean what if I have to go to the bathroom? I can't go into the guys and I sure as hell can't go into the women's! Last thing I need is getting caught dressed as a girl in a girl's bathroom," Bobby said. "That's how we do it," Julie said. "You're girls which is why they call it the girl's bathroom," Bobby said. "OK, so go before we go and don't go till we get back," Julie said. "Nope, this isn't going to work. Nature calls and I'm in the back seat of a squad car ten minutes later," Bobby said. "You can't back out now," Julie said. "I can! Listen, I can't do this. I mean it, what if I really have to go?" Bobby said in an honest to goodness panic. "OK, wait right there," Julie said moving to her door. "Where are you going?" Bobby asked. "I'll be right back. I've got the perfect solution, or rather Rose does," Julie said. Bobby stood there in Julie's jeans and the bra crossing himself to hide the bra as Julie opened her door. They had sprayed his hair with a jell, brushed it to part down the middle and used Brenda's pink hair clips with small plastic pink bows to give him two cute piggy sprigs of hair off to either side. Bobby didn't see those bows till they'd finished his make over. Bobby did pass and he knew it even as the girls began complementing him on how cute he looked as a girl and he really should wear a dress. That last part got a rapid and emphatic no as he walked back to Julie's room to dress. He was sitting there looking at himself in the mirror wondering how he'd gotten himself into this. "Here," Julie said coming into the room again after closing the door. She was holding what looked like panties but clearly not. "What are those?" Bobby asked. "Panties but they're designed a little differently. They belong to Rose," Julie said. "What do you mean differently?" Bobby asked looking at the panties and trying to figure out what was different about them. "OK, and you've got to keep this to yourself, but Rose is slightly incontinent and has to wear these," Julie said handing them to Bobby. "What! Are you suggesting I go out.. No! Absolutely not! I am not wearing a damn diaper," Bobby said pulling his hand back. "It's not a diaper OK and don't you ever say that. Look, she doesn't even know I've taken these and she's super sensitive about this, so keep your remarks to yourself. These are not diapers, they are incontinent pants for women and just for the record, you can get these for guys in damn near the same style. Besides, it completely eliminates any risk of having to use the bathroom which is the whole point of these in the first place," Julie said in an angry whisper. "Julie!" Bobby said in anguish. "It's these and no risk of using a bathroom or keep the panties on and go out as planned that way," Julie said and added, "and we're going to be late if you don't finish up here in a minute." "Fine!" Bobby said taking the panties from Julie and laying them on the bed as he mumbled, "if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, it's a damn good chance it's a duck." "What?" Julie asked as Bobby removed his jeans and then her panties. "It's got a thick cotton lining and obviously there is a plastic layer between the nylon panty layer. It's a diaper," Bobby said. "OK fine, then think of them as training pants if you're looking for accuracy. Now get them on so we can go," Julie said. "And your bra is cutting into my chest," Bobby said as he stepped into Rose's training pants or diaper pants or whatever they were. "Can't be and it's not! Look sweetheart, we're nearly the exact same chest size and if you were a girl we'd be sharing bras so stop finding reasons for not doing this and just do it," Julie said and added, "you're just not used to wearing a bra and you should remember that for your essay." "And I'm not going to get used to wearing a bra either," Bobby said definitely as he grabbed the jeans. Those training pants were thick enough to feel odd between his legs, although it was clear they would fill out Julie's jeans better. "I hope not," Julie said and added, "I don't think I'd be comfortable with you getting too comfortable dressing as a girl." "What, you talked me into this," Bobby said. "Just kidding," Julie said as she picked up the white tee-shirt to hand to Bobby. Bobby pulled the tee-shirt on and that slightly larger than a "B" cup bra was obvious as he began tucking the tee-shirt into the jeans. As it happens, those training panties, as thick as they were, gave Bobby a nice feminine set of hips and a very girlish looking bottom. "Cute, now grab your purse and let's go," Julie said smiling at the figure before her. Bobby made a damn cute looking girl she mused as she took up her own purse as Bobby reached for the one Sandy had loaned him. Bobby carried his wallet, a tube of the lipstick Julie had used and a purse size pack of tissue. Julie had teased Bobby playfully asking how far he was from his period and did he want to carry a Kotex. Julie noted that she didn't want the same thing happening to Bobby that had happened to her before Bobby reminded her that she promised not to tease. Julie returned the pad to the box but there were a couple of more snickers. "About time," Rose said admiring how feminine Julie's young man looked. "Wow," Sandy said before the rest joined in to complement Bobby on his looks. All of the girls were dressed pretty much the same as him intending to help him fit in. They were all gathering their purses and heading out the door, making Bobby grateful that the complements had ended. They were going in Julie's car because she was the only one that could hold them all as Cindy, Sandy and Tracy got into the back seat with Brenda sliding in between Julie and Bobby. Bobby was wondering what the hell he was doing as Julie backed the car out. His purse, a pastel pink, matched his Barbie watch and hair bows. Bobby had refused to get his ears pierced. Baker road was an expressway that ran seven miles long before Julie would be turning left on Tucker for the bridal shop. The traffic patrol officer, the first on the scene, wrote that the sedan traveling Northbound was at the speed limit after measuring the skid Marks. Bobby remembers two things worth noting just before he was struck unconscious: One of the girls screaming behind him and the two large black "R's" that overlapped one higher than the other on the pure white Rolls Royce. He turned just as the Rolls slammed into his door. Julie's car was knocked sideways, but with some forward momentum as it began to skid in a counter clockwise direction. Bobby's side of the car hit the street pole. The girls were hysterical as the fire departments Emergency Medical Team or EMT unit began treating him at the scene. The girls were also being treated as was the woman driving the Rolls. Three ambulances were dispatched to the scene with Bobby's the first to leave, but holding Julie sitting next to the paramedic. He took up the mike looking at his clip board before clicking to transmit. "Base, I've got a female, accident, auto, with an extraction time four minutes, late teens early twenties, approximate height 64 inches, weight approximately 50 kilograms. Vitals are pulse 100, BP 90 over 60, respiration 12 and shallow. "Victim is unresponsive, pupils are showing pupillary reflex. Possible head and neck injuries, minor contusions with heavy bruising below the right breast. CPR paced intubation with mask and O2 started with IV flow. ETA four minutes," the paramedic said before clicking off. Julie, holding her sprained wrist, began to cry softly. Julie was wheeled to an exam area while Bobby was taken into one of the trauma units. Cat scans were called for as was the resident neurologist. The second ambulance holding the woman driving the Rolls plus Cindy arrived two minutes later and four minutes after that the rest of the girls were on their own beds in that same trauma area. They were all in tears as each was wheeled out and into the emergency room past Bobby. There were six people working on him as the girls started receiving emergency medical treatments themselves. Julie insisted on a bed that gave her a view of Bobby in the trauma centers work area. A large nurse walked in with a clip board asking if Julie knew the unconscious girl. She was about to begin asking questions when another nurse walked up to her side, tugged on her arm and moved off a few feet. The large nurse nodded a couple of times as the nurse from the emergency room talked. "Ma'am," the nurse asked of Julie as she added, "I'm nurse Bell and I've been told that the victim we have in trauma one, originally identified as female is, in fact, male. Do you know him?" "Her! Is she going to be all right?" Julie asked sniffling slightly. "She? Ma'am, that young lady is male," the nurse said before realizing that Julie needed to know first if that person she obviously knew was going to be all right as she added, "vitals are almost normal and stable, good signs. The doctors will know more after the scans. Honey, we've got the best doctors here." Nurse Bell has been a nurse for twenty two years and has seen most of it at least twice. Having a young man laying on a table dressed as a young woman was not something new. What Nurse Bell wanted to know, based on the way the young man was dressed, was how he preferred to be referenced. "Does he prefer the feminine pronouns?" Nurse Bell asked. "Yes! Her name is Bobby Anderson, she's eighteen and she's a transsexual pre-operative," Julie said thinking fast. Telling the hospital staff that Bobby was a transsexual would not change his treatment and explain quickly why he was dressed the way he was. "Is he incontinent?" Nurse Bell asked. "Yes, occasionally," Julie added thinking that would explain what Bobby was wearing under his jeans and the reason the nurse asked. Nurse Bell, after those two questions, began asking the normal ones finding out that Bobby was a student and what his address was. Julie lied about that as well giving the nurse Julie's address. That would eliminate a call to the school and ultimately Bobby's mother. At least until Julie could get Bobby back to normal as she worried over his condition. It was an hour later that the girls, in their own pain and discomfort, settled in around the trauma unit, waiting to hear from the doctors on Bobby's condition. Another hour passed with Ms. Abby Matthews having joined them after introducing herself as the one that had done this to them. The doctor, who was the on call trauma doctor, walked into the emergency waiting room set aside for families asking who it was that knew Bobby. Julie stood then, waiting in fear till the doctor smiled. There was in fact a concussion, and a fairly bad one, but there was no internal bleeding and only minor brain swelling. The doctor that looked at Bobby's scans, a specialist on Neurological disorders said that his, or rather her scans looked very good. Julie hugged the doctor as did the other girls and Ms. Matthews visibly relaxed. Bobby would have a splitting headache and there were other minor injuries as well, but nothing that was going to keep her there for longer than a few days, a couple even. The doctor had been told about Bobby and assured Julie that she, emphasizing she, would be treated and referred to as female. Julie thanked the doctor just as they began to wheel Bobby up to the intensive care unit. He wore a pink hospital gown Julie noted with a light smile. ICU was a normal procedure for concussion victims and she'd be there till she woke, Julie was told. Julie took that time to talk again with Nurse Bell who, Julie noted, was both sympathetic to the girl boy she had admitted and clearly in charge of that floor. The diapers, Julie said, traced back to a trauma Julie wasn't clear on and when Bobby was very young. In a convoluted kind of logic Julie had decided that a diaper would hide the fact that Bobby was male. Nurse Bell, mindful only on the care Bobby received, made a notation on his admittance form that the diapers were to continue and no catheter would be needed. As is always the case in a hospital, the unusual is shared quickly, and nearly all of the nursing staff and doctors knew they had a transsexual under their care. To their credit that nursing staff was very sympathetic to their young lady now under their care. Bobby woke at three o'clock that following morning, but was suffering from a painful headache, that prompted a painkiller putting Bobby almost immediately back to sleep. Bobby wasn't aware that he had been diapered and changed twice since arriving. Julie, of course, was. Julie sent the other girls home when it was clear they could leave and that Bobby was going to recover fully. They left only after Julie promised to call them if there was any changes to Bobby's condition. Meanwhile Mike Austin, Abby's Attorney, was already working on what he saw as a potentially expensive litigation for Abby which also included running interference at the hospital. Ms. Abby Matthews was a formidable woman and some would even say brutal in her business dealings, although those working for her thought otherwise. Mike, for instance, was an intern when he met Abby some twenty years before that day and saw her, more often than not, as the mom he'd lost right after starting collage. He'd been with her ever since. Abby was also fair minded and extremely generous, to a fault, when an opportunity arose to do something for someone and Abby had that opportunity with the kids she had injured. Abby was beside herself over hitting what she considered a car load of children given the differences in age and already Mike's firm was working on her behalf. Ms. Abby Matthews had been there in the emergency room with Bobby and the girls. She was there for a badly bruised nose, and a lip that wouldn't be kissable for at least several days. She was also directing the hospital staff, like a wounded general might his troops. Abby's first order of business was the care of those still in the hospital, namely Bobby and Julie. The best of care was ordered, immediately making the hospital administrator very happy. That administrator also knew of Abby, so he was more than willing to do what she commanded. So the first thing Abby took care of was the insurance the kids had, making it clear it wasn't necessary. Abby wanted those two still in the hospital treated on her dimes and it had only taken an hour or so for those around her to know that she had a whole lot of dimes! Ms. Abby Matthews, Julie and the rest would find out later, had a great deal of dimes. In fact Ms. Matthews had tons of dimes. So, as it happens, Bobby was transferred almost immediately from the ward. Actually and to the surprise of Julie and her friends Bobby was transferred to a room that cost more per day than any of them made working a year part time. The girls were abuzz with excitement when they returned that following morning to visit Julie and Bobby, who now shared suites on the eleventh floor. They were very private rooms with verandas and sitting area for the girls. What had the girls so excited was in discovering that Abby's firm wanted to settle and to the extreme as far as they were concerned. Julie had a taste of that already given the room she occupied and had met Abby late last night again when she came in to see how Bobby was doing. Abby knew that the young lady was a young man in transition and that, as an issue, was set aside almost instantly. As far as Abby was concerned Bobby was female with all the rights and privileges of being so. Abby also got that same information from Julie on why Bobby was wearing a disposable since he was changed once during her visit. When the issue of him wearing diapers instead of a catheter came up again Abby was there to intervene. Diapering a comatose patient was not standard procedure, a catheter was. It only took a moment for Abby, with some backing from Mike, for the hospital to change their procedures. Again, to Abby's credit, she was both swift and generous in her aid and support. Very fast in fact, because Julie, when she was ready to drive back to the house from the hospital, would do so in a brand new car, rented by Abby's attorney within hours. The girls, come Monday, would no longer have to pay for their tuition, books or any other cost associated with their schooling, which also included Julie and Bobby when the time came. It had shocked the girls further when the owner of that bridal shop called to say that she would open after hours for Brenda, so she could still buy that dress for her sister's wedding, only Brenda no longer would be buying it. Abby had arranged that with a phone call to her administrative assistant and that assistant had made the arrangements with the store. It had blown Brenda away to be the only customer and that the cost of her dress was no longer an issue. One could argue almost immediately that Abby was self serving in this maneuver and it was mentioned in the discussions the girls had. What changed their opinion of that woman and her attorney was the fact there were no papers being signed. Abby, through Mike, had made it clear that she would settle without contesting that settlement if the girls decided to pursue any litigation and what she'd done so far was over and above that settlement. What endeared the girls to Abby that following day was the fact that none of the girls, including Julie, had even considered getting an attorney. Julie did mention the loss of her car, as old as it was, and that she would need something beyond a rental at some point, making Mike laugh some. Mike laughed because he already knew that and Julie, when she was up to it, was to go shopping for a new car on Abby. Bobby too was benefiting from Abby's generosity, but didn't know it, although the girls did right after they arrived at Bobby's new room. Seems that Abby had purchased nearly all of the flowers in the gift shop and Bobby, still sleeping soundly, was wearing a brand new quilted pink satin bed jacket 'for visitors'. There was also a very big pink teddy bear bandaged appropriately by the nurses to match Bobby's, where he'd been given those three stitches above his right eye. Julie had nearly died laughing when Abby asked if she could have her personal beautician come in for Bobby's sake. Abby, now sharing another of the suites on that same floor to be close to Bobby, was going to have her own face done and would love to offer Julie and Bobby the same. Julie of course said yes if for no other reason than the humor of it in Bobby's case. That makeover, Abby noted, would be for Bobby's moral when she woke. Hospital or no, she noted, a girl is a girl and if she looks pretty, she'll feel pretty. Bobby would be thankful that he would not have heard that part first hand. It was a statement made to Julie who again fought the laugh that she hid behind her smile. The other girls were let in on Julie's cover story, as far as the details were concerned and that was pretty much that when breakfast came that following morning. Bobby woke soon after with an IV also administering a pain killer for a headache that would make an elephant cry. That headache was one of the reasons Bobby didn't spend too much time on why he was wearing a pink satin bed jacket and a very fluffy disposable between his legs. Bobby also didn't know he was wearing lipstick, shadow, eye liner and mascara. Nor did Bobby know that his hair had been washed with a waterless gel, set and curled and sporting two pink neatly tied bows in his hair. Abby's beautician did that as Bobby drifted in and out of sleep in those first few hours. When that beautician left Bobby was beautiful and left no doubt he was a girl for those around him other than for those that knew him. Ironically that effort by the beautician took the edge off the nurses who were taking turns changing the diapers Bobby wore. That edge was there only slightly and comes with having a guy wishing he was a girl. Although, to those nurses credit again, all they really cared about was Bobby's comfort and well being and, of course, that Bobby didn't end up with a diaper rash. Julie was to be released that day sometime in the afternoon as was Abby when she knew Bobby was going to be OK. Bobby, the doctor noted, could leave as early as Monday, if there were no further developments showing up on his cat scans. It would be another slightly twisted bit of irony that the doctor also mentioned, as was the case with head trauma, that Bobby take it very easy for at least a week. Abby took that as her personal responsibility to make sure those orders were followed suggesting to Julie that she and Bobby spend that week, perhaps two, at her house with Bobby under supervised care. Julie, not seeing any downside for Bobby, agreed on his behalf. Julie was sure Bobby wouldn't mind given how he looked at the moment. Julie's intent was to explain to Abby what had transpired before that accident but only after Bobby was fully recovered and able to get back to 'normal'. Julie was hopeful that Abby would understand, given the circumstances, when she sat with Abby to explain. What changed that only slightly was when Julie brought Bobby a few of her things making it appear they were Bobby's. There had been some amount of bleeding at the scene of the accident, so what Bobby wore had been stained which was why Julie had tossed together something for Bobby to wear home or to Abby's house. For Abby, those things of Julie's were a heart wrenching view of a girl struggling to make it. Of course Julie's intent was for Bobby to have something a bit less feminine to wear out of the hospital. Abby, shocking Julie when she suggested it, had every intention of changing that. As far as Abby was concerned, Bobby was going to leave there in something delightfully pretty. Something very pretty, very frilly and very girlish, since Abby was still viewing Bobby as her little girl want to be. Abby was feeling extremely motherly towards that pretty little girl sleeping so soundly and sweetly when she and Julie left. Abby insisted on brunch first after a days worth of hospital food, then a couple of hours shopping at one of Abby's boutiques for Bobby's sake. Julie was a little nervous over that part and mostly over Abby spending money on Bobby that would obviously be wasted at some point. Abby of course laughed and then insisted not knowing the real reason for Julie's resistance. Julie had never felt real silk lingerie before this, nor had she ever seen a slip priced beyond a hundred dollars, and envied Bobby his new things. In a slightly guilty view of things Julie hoped what Bobby wore out of the hospital would soon be hers and what Bobby was going to wear out of that hospital left Julie with a perpetual smile on her face. Most everything Abby was now paying for was silk. Bobby's panties were first but matched the slip and Abby had tried being delicate given that Bobby wore diapers. Abby wasn't sure if Bobby would want to wear panties under her diaper but thought it might make her feel better if she did. Julie, fighting a very strong urge to lose herself in laughter, was sure Bobby would love wearing those panties under her diaper. What girl doesn't like pink silk panties Julie noted happily as those were put on top of the new slip also in pink silk. Bobby also now owned a silk pair of thigh high stockings in a light taupe and a bra to match his slip and panties. Bobby's going home dress was a very pretty flowery print in a light pointelle and lace silk above a slightly ruffled four gore skirt styled for Spring. Very girlish the woman at the boutique noted when Abby suggested something along those lines and slightly juvenile. Little girlish Julie couldn't help but notice and that was most of the reason she liked it. It was an original created by fashion designer Tracy Wilkinson of Mon Petit Oiseau and very pretty both women agreed. Bobby's dress drove the shoes which were chosen as a lightly heeled pump in a soft pastel pink from designer J. Renee Sly. Not quite a little girl's style but slightly Mary Jane-ish in looks made older with a short heel added. Those shoes of course drove the handbag the women chose. It was a shoulder sling soft sided leather designed by Prada of Italy and almost perfectly matched to Bobby's shoes. Bobby's going home outfit totaled out to be nearly twenty two hundred dollars, leaving Julie gasping for breath and very envious of Bobby as those items were bagged. A very good buy Abby noted, having gotten almost three hundred off the dress, since it was on sale. A comment that left Julie wishing she had a clothing budget like that and giggling as she realized that Bobby did. Bobby meanwhile woke feeling better, but not for the reasons he'd been woken. It was to be his final cat scan his Day Nurse Carol said as she gently nudged him awake. Which was said in a very casual tone as she rolled back the soft blanket and sheet covering him and exposing what was clearly a very thick disposable diaper. It hadn't been a dream those diaper changes Bobby mused in a mild state of confusion and no small amount of shock before asking in a slight panic if Julie was around. She wasn't the nurse said as she peeled the tapes holding Bobby's diaper on. Bobby, realizing also that his hair was still styled like a girl, was confounded even more over the pink bed jacket and makeup on his nightstand. Of course the room surprised him as well till Nurse Carol mentioned that a Ms. Abby Matthews was taking care of all of his expenses. As odd as everything was and most of that because of a lack of context, Bobby relaxed some. Whatever was happening had already been happening he mused and he was sure it was Julie's doing. The fact that there was a slight nagging headache still kept him calmer than he would have liked to have been. "Hey," Julie said coming into the room with Abby, who she introduced to Bobby immediately. Abby left for coffee promising to return in a while, leaving the bags on a chair so Julie could have a few minutes with Bobby. "What the hell is going on?" Bobby said tossing the bed sheet back to show Julie what he was tapped into. "I can explain and the doctor has made it clear you are not to get excited," Julie said. "Not get excited. Did you know that the nurses think I'm a girl or a guy that wants to be a girl? One of them told me... One of them told me I was making the right decision! The right decision? What have you told them and why am I wearing diapers?" Bobby asked in a slight panic. "First of all, calm down and secondly, what did the doctor say about your scan?" Julie asked. Bobby, actually calming a bit mostly for the sake of his head, noticed the brace on Julie's wrist and that caught his attention for a second as he said, "How are you? The girls? Is everyone OK?" "I'm fine. Mild sprain, a sore nose from the airbag and that's pretty much it. The girls are fine. Brenda, next to you, got the brunt of it when she banged her knee on the dash. She's OK though and home. Everyone is fine! Now what about you?" Julie asked. "Doc says I'm OK. Swelling is down and except for a really ugly bruise on my chest and those stitches, I'm going to live. Doctor says I should stay off my feet for another week, but if the scans look good I can leave tomorrow. Now then, what about this stuff and you may start with my damn diaper," Bobby said. Julie sat on the edge of Bobby's bed smiling as she began to explain everything from the moment Bobby was carried to the ambulance to now. Bobby now understood who that woman was and why he was wearing a diaper, more or less, but not clear why he had to spend that week at Abby's. "Look, she feels very badly over what happened and it's mostly because of that. Like I said, she adores you already and I didn't see any reason to blow up any of her bubbles till it was absolutely necessary. If you want, we can tell her right now and blow this off, but honestly, I think it would break her heart if we did. Besides, you need the rest," Julie said softly and clearly meaning it. Julie had told Bobby what Abby had already done for the girls and about the car Julie was going to shop for, blowing Bobby away given the cost of it. However, all of that aside, he wasn't about to spend any more time as a girl than he had to, as he looked around the room at mostly stuff in pink, not to mention that giant teddy bear the nurse had given him for the ride to his cat scan. Julie laughed then and some of it reminding him of his assignment still looming out there from Ms. Miller's class. Julie's argument was two fold beginning with how little harm there was in Bobby continuing his charade for the sake of Abby and of course all of that material he'd be gathering for class. Bobby had laughed sarcastically over that last, but had calmed considerably given that Julie had honestly acted on his behalf. The fact that the staff was already fixed on him being a girl helped sway him a bit on continuing at least till he left the hospital. Julie didn't mention the clothes though, feeling sure if Bobby saw what he was going to wear out of there that he'd faint dead away. "We need to tell that woman what's what," Bobby said. "How about we tell her in about a week. I don't know about you, but I've never stayed in a rich woman's house and from what she's described, we're going to be very comfortable. Besides, you still need that week and like it or not I'm going to make sure you take it," Julie said with conviction. "You're telling me I've got to pretend I'm a girl for another week," Bobby said but with a lot less anger given the circumstances. Whatever harm had been done and most of that was to his ego, had already been done. Spending the week at that woman's house was going to be difficult but doable. "I'm telling you that the woman who hit us feels terrible and this thing that she's doing is helping her a lot to cope with it, so where's the harm?" Julie said. "Hello? Where's the harm? What about my damn ego? Look at me," Bobby said. "I'm looking? So, you've got ribbons in your hair, you're wearing a satin bed jacket and you've been tapped into a diaper, what's that got to do with your ego?" Julie said with a snicker over the humor of it. "You really are crazy," Bobby said taking up the mirror on his nightstand. His lipstick needed to be freshened up as did his makeup, but the girl was still clearly there, he noted as he added, "Look what you've done to me." "Perhaps she protested too strongly," Julie whispered as she bent to kiss Bobby. "What's that supposed to mean?" Bobby said laying the mirror at his side. "Come on, you can't tell me this isn't getting to you just a tiny bit," Julie said. "I'm not answering that until I've talked with my attorney," Bobby said smiling slightly. "I knew it," Julie said. "You don't know anything. This is all your doing," Bobby said. "And that little trick with the mirror just then. What was that all about?" Julie said moving a finger to fix Bobby's bangs. "What? Hey, I was just curious is all," Bobby said defensively. "So stay curious then, for another week at least. Look, it's one week in a very big house with a woman with a very big heart. It's private, it's safe and I honestly don't see you not seeing your way clear for her sake," Julie said. "Private and safe? Where have I heard those words before?" Bobby said. "Hey, it was an accident and it wasn't my fault. OK, so things got slightly out of hand, but it's not going to get any worse if that helps and honestly, you really do need that week," Julie said. "Can I trash the diapers at least?" Bobby asked moving a leg slightly causing the crinkling to return. "Honestly? No. The thing is, they're part of this facade for now. Trying to explain away the diapers would raise questions on everything else. Come on, hang in there for a bit longer, and just go with the flow," Julie said. "You mean continue riding the rapids you've tossed me into," Bobby said sarcastically. "Is it really that bad?" Julie asked as she laid a hand over the sheet and on top of Bobby's diaper as she added, "I could, maybe, I mean if you're really good, come up with a reason to keep you in these." "Oh, right and that's supposed to turn me on to this," Bobby said but going silent as Julie teased. "Hard to fib isn't it. Sort of like being Pinocchio. So tell me Pinocchio, honestly, is wearing a diaper really that bad? Come on, tell mommy the truth now," Julie said moving her hand over the sheet and Bobby's diaper as she added, "never mind sweetheart, mommy already has her answer. Wonderful thing about a nose that grows." "You're too much," Bobby said flushing crimson but giving up to the pleasure of what was happening and suddenly nervous that it was happening as he added, "one week and that's absolutely it. I mean it!" "One week," Julie said finding herself as turned on suddenly as Bobby was. What was it about him in a diaper she mused. She already found it appealing to see him feminized and there had already been a twinge of something when he wore those training pants getting ready, but that diaper was oddly compelling. "I mean it," Bobby said as Julie bent to kiss him. She'd moved her hand under the sheet and again was resting directly on top of Bobby's diaper. Her fingers moved slightly, purposefully. "And these too? Please?" Julie asked. "One week," Bobby said closing his eyes as Julie exaggerated her movements slightly causing Bobby between a snicker to add, "maybe two for this part." Julie laughed causing Bobby to laugh just as Abby walked in. "Well, I see that you're feeling better and I'm so happy to see that," Abby said as she moved towards Bobby. What caught his attention in that instant was the watery eyes and a tear she didn't catch before it slid down her cheek. Bobby's heart faltered slightly at the emotions it invoked. "It's going to be OK," Bobby said meaning it and feeling guilty suddenly that he wanted to tell this woman the truth, knowing that the truth might sadden her more. "I know it is sweetheart and I'm going to see to it," Abby said breaking off the hug and dabbing at her eyes as she added, "so, have you seen your going home outfit? We're going to have a little party tomorrow night with the girls. Just the girls." "Just the girls," Bobby said in a whisper as his anxiety level rose again looking at Julie as he added, "what outfit?" "I was going to mention that," Julie said nervously as she added, "didn't get the chance." "Oh heavens, then that is a must," Abby said suddenly very animated and very thrilled as she moved to the bags. The dress was in a dress bag and that, she noted, would be last. First, Bobby's under things. Bobby shared his attention between Abby and Julie. Abby got a smile and Julie, when Abby wasn't looking, got a look that suggested she leave town. That look began when Abby held up the panties, noting first of all that they were silk. "Here, feel these and tell me that those are not the best reason of all for being a girl," Abby said bringing the panties to Bobby before extending them for him to feel. "Wow, those are nice," Bobby said as his mind said the same thing. There were two different meanings between that public and private wow as Bobby's fingers moved over the panties. Bobby flushed crimson if his blush had disappeared. His face grew warmer when Abby shared the slip and matching bra with him as well. All three items she left on the bed, so she could get the nylons out next. "Gee, this is so wonderful," Bobby said hoping Julie got the drift of his meaning without the risk of hurting Abby as he added, "silk as well?" "Honey, everything you're going to wear home is silk, except for your purse and shoes that is. Cinderella herself would approve of these. Any girl would," Abby said with an excitement often shared between a mother and daughter or so she thought as she added, "I feel like your Fairy God Mother." "You must be! It's all so lovely," Bobby said trying to imagine the right terms to use. He wasn't sure girls said lovely but knew boys didn't and never about lingerie as Abby draped the stockings over Bobby's hand. 'Fairy God Mother', Bobby mused privately. "Wait," Abby said picking up the dress bag as she added, "you haven't seen anything yet." "WOW!" Bobby said with more emotion than he intended and not sure why he'd just done that as he added, "it's beautiful." "Really, you like it," Abby said. "I love it," Bobby said tossing some of his caution and a great portion of his anger at Julie out. It was a beautiful dress and Bobby was shocked that he could admit it so readily, but it really was. Girlish, frilly, sweet and his, he mused with a twinge of guilt, casting some of his excitement towards doubt and wondering again over his emotions. "I was so worried," Abby said happily as she brought the dress over to Bobby. For Bobby it was definitely a conflict showing his emotions over such things as a part of his mind played against it. How could he like such things and not like such things in those same moments he mused looking at the dress with the realization he'd be wearing it. "And about those panties," Abby said nervously as she realized that Bobby might be feeling bad to have panties and no chance to wearing them. "What about them?" Bobby asked feeling his face warming again as he looked down the shimmering material near his knee. "I'm going to insist that you wear them. You know, under your diaper tomorrow. They can always be washed," Abby said as delicately as she could. It was her way of hinting that it was OK and to her it was as she added, "oh and I forgot about your shoes and bag. The bag is Prada of Italy and the shoes are J. Renee Sly." "Wow," Bobby noted without having a clue who Prada or Sly was. Obviously Abby knew and just as obviously it was a big deal for her. "This is so incredible," Bobby said looking once again at Julie who was fighting to hold her emotions in check. She couldn't help it as she watched Bobby faltering between his two states. Julie was trying to imagine what was going through Bobby's head and wished suddenly she had her hand on the diaper again. Julie was positive Bobby wasn't nearly as angry as he tried showing deciding most of it was for show. "So, I'm told by the doctor that you are out of here tomorrow promptly at ten when he releases you. I've made arrangements with my beautician to be here at nine for your make up and there will be a limo waiting curb side for us when the doctor gives his OK. Julie and I can help you dress," Abby said bending to kiss Bobby good-bye. Clearly it was very exciting for her as Abby hugged Julie before adding, "I have arraignments to make for our tea and dinner party before tomorrow night. I want you to get plenty of rest as well young lady." "I'll be here," Bobby said meaning it as a joke with a touch of sarcasm in it. "Slept tight honey," Abby said. "I will," Bobby said and quickly added, "and thank you so much for the clothes. I can't believe you did that." "Nothing! Honestly, it really was my pleasure," Abby said as she blew Bobby and Julie a kiss before disappearing out of the room. "What have you done to me?" Bobby said looking at the clothes on his bed. "Honest, I was going to tell you about those things but didn't get a chance and just for the record I brought you jeans and a tee-shirt to wear home. It was all her idea to get you something special to wear out of here. What could I do," Julie said with a shrug as she picked up the panties. "And those! I'm supposed to wear those under a diaper? Julie, am I going nuts or what? Did she really say that?" Bobby said. "Look, she feels bad that you can't wear panties. Bobby, you've got to remember that she thinks you really want to be a girl in that context. Why do you think she went with the pinks? Besides, you can give those things to me when this is over," Julie said taking up the slip and holding it next to her as she said it. "I'm going to be in therapy for months after this," Bobby said. "A lot of transsexuals spend some of their time working this out with a therapist," Julie said stepping back before Bobby could take a swing at her as she said it and added, "don't you dare! You're not supposed to be getting excited, or is it too late for that? Pinocchio!" "You wait! I mean it, you just wait," Bobby said taking a light swing at her when she moved her hand in a mock gesture for Bobby's diaper again. "Can't wait," Julie said moving in to kiss him. Bobby, in spite of the wide range of emotions cursing through his body, kissed her back as Julie said, "look, a week of this and it ends and what a paper you're going to be able to write and, think about it, every bit of it first hand." "As if I'd write about this," Bobby said. "Why not. I mean it, why not. This is the stuff that "A's" are made of," Julie noted. "And fairies! Did you hear her! She thinks she's my fairy god mother," Bobby said. "She is right now. Did you see how happy she was?" Julie noted. "So what happens when I tell her I'm not a girl 'want to be' and never was?" Bobby said feeling the pangs of guilt suddenly. "We tell her and I'm sure it's not going to make all that much difference. She's a nice person and she's bound to understand the why of this once we tell her the truth," Julie said. "Meanwhile I'm a fairy princess and I'm not talking about fairy as in princess either," Bobby said with