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Right from the Start - Chapter Five - By: Beverly Taff Simon: The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door; Mrs Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Mary & Sandra: Simon's other classmates in school; Miss Webster: Their form teacher; Doctor Wendy: Simone's endocrinologist; Doctor Julie: Simone's psychiatrist. Chapter Five After Dorie Lou and Simone came home from the clinic, Dorie Lou introduced Simone to her friends Sandra and Mary as her cousin. She explained that Simon had won a special scholarship and gone away to a private school that specialised in teaching very bright children. This left Sandra and Mary very sad. They missed Simon the boy immensely. However, Simone's cover story was soon 'busted' by Sandra and Mary. Not for nothing were they also amongst the brightest children in their new high school. Within a few days of starting the new term at high school, Sandra and Mary quickly recognised Simone's maths skills. Then they started to get suspicious. The coincidences were beginning to mount. Simone seemed to know just that little bit too much about their past years in the junior school. Little by little, the girls first developed their own suspicions until finally Mary revealed her thoughts to her friend Sandra. It wasn't long before the girls got two plus two to equal four. "I'm sure it's Simon!" declared Sandra to Mary one Saturday morning as they sat on the wall outside the mall waiting for Simone and Dorie Lou to arrive. "I think your right," agreed Sandra. "How else could she have known about that essay we wrote and how does she know our favourite colours. I've never mentioned them, have you?" "I don't think so. I'm not sure. We talked so much when they came back." "Well what about the geography project we did two years ago for Miss Webster. How did Simone know all about that?" pressed Sandra. "Maybe Dorie Lou talked about it." "Oh no, Simon and I did the bit about the climate and the weather. Dorie Lou didn't have any input to that bit. She shared flood control and farming with you; remember?" "Yeah, now that you mention it, your right," conceded Mary. "It must be him. I'm sure of it!" declared Sandra. "Well. If it was him; it's her now. Did you see her tits during gym yesterday? She's got a figure to die for." "Yeah, tell me about it. How will we find out? If we're wrong, she'll hate us! I don't want to fall out with her. I like her too much." "Yeah so do I, just like we both liked Simon." "We could ask Dorie Lou." "No. That's no good," argued the more sensitive Mary. "Dorie Lou would be as offended as Simone." They both fell into a thoughtful silence until Sandra finally suggested. "Do you think we should ask Dorie Lou's mother?" "Why her?" "Well, if there's a reason for this stuff, she'll know better than anybody," observed Sandra, "I'm convinced it's Simon." "When do we get the chance? Mrs Benson rarely comes to the school. She's too busy running those pharmacy shops." "She goes to the one in the mall on Saturday mornings after she puts down Dorie Lou and Simone when we meet up. One of us could pretend to be late and speak to her alone when she's in the shop next Saturday perhaps." "Well you be the one to do it then. Your better at this stuff and you seem the most curious." "Aren't you curious?" challenged Sandra. "Yeah, of course!" confessed Mary, "But I'm too afraid." "Look out here they come," cautioned Sandra as she spotted Dorie Lou and Simone, getting out of Mrs Benson's car. Both Sandra and Mary found themselves studying the pair of beautiful butts as Simone and Dorie Lou bent down to kiss their mother goodbye. Then, as Dorie Lou and Simone approached, both Sandra and Mary found their eyes wandering knowingly towards the inviting 'vee' of Simone's close fitting stretch leggings. Mary and Sandra searched for the telltale sign. "It's as smooth as mine," giggled Mary, "Look, there's no bulge, she must have had it cut off!" "Shut up!" hissed Sandra, "They'll hear you!" Even as Sandra hissed, Simone's hypersensitive radar picked up those small vibrations. She felt a chill ripple down her spine and hesitated momentarily as her eyes met Mary's. 'Oh my God!' she suspects something,' thought Simone as she swallowed fearfully. Dorie Lou also noticed Sandra's gaze still directed towards her friend's jeans. Every bit as sensitive as Simone, Dorie Lou sensed Simone's fear and unthinkingly reached out to clasp Simone's hand. Simone was trembling and Dorie Lou had to almost drag her the last couple of meters. Sandra and Mary stood up and they hugged as they did every morning but Simone sensed the uncertain curiosity in their embrace. Instead of the casual hugs and affection that normally transpired, Simone felt curious fingers probing a little bit more than usual as both Sandra and Mary 'tested' Simone's body texture. Simone squirmed self-consciously and wriggled uncomfortably in the embrace. The inquisitive fingers reminded her of a boy's first embrace when curious young boys 'explored' the soft texture of girl's skin for the first time and 'squiged' experimentally into the subcutaneous fat. It was this softness that so attracted boys to girls and invited their embraces. "Stoppit!" Simone protested nervously. Both Mary and Sandra whipped their hands away quickly but the game was up. Dorie Lou had also sensed the altered nature of their embrace. "What's wrong?" asked Sandra, trying to hide their embarrassment. "It, - it's you. You two, you were groping me. Like, - like a b-, like a boy!" protested Simon. "No we weren't!" objected Mary trying desperately to hide their faux pas. "Well it felt like it! You were doing this." Simone demonstrated the fingering and probing that so betrayed a boy's first amorous embrace. "Ow, no we weren't!" protested Sandra. "Well it felt like it to me," added Dorie Lou. "That's horrible!" protested Mary trying to feign anger but in reality hiding her guilt. She knew she had deliberately probed and tested Simone's skin not to mention the slightly gratuitous grope of Simone's delightfully shaped soft curvy bum. Sandra had also 'tested' the back band of Simone's bra where it pressed provocatively into Simone's skin and made bra lines under her blouse. That same bra also invited interested stares from passing boys, once they had dragged their drooling stare from the front view of course. An embarrassed silence fell on the group but Dorie Lou sensed that things needed to be sorted. Sandra and Mary hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. Their amateurish exploration had been nailed immediately and for that they felt guilty, but their concerns and suspicions were still burdening them. Dorie Lou took the bull by the horns because Simone was too frightened. A heavy dread had settled in Simone's tummy and her pulse raced weakly. She needed a glass of water quickly. "I need a drink of water. I feel fei-," gasped Simone before she staggered to the wall and slumped down unsteadily. Instantly, Sandra and Mary were all concern. "I'll go and get a glass of water from your mum's shop!" Mary announced as she dashed away. Sandra and Dorie Lou supported Simone until Mrs Benson arrived with some tablets and a large glass of water. "Here drink this." Simone sipped feverishly at the glass and gulped down the tablets. Eventually she was feeling OK again. It had simply been the total dread of discovery. Whilst Sandra and Mary supported Simone, Dorie Lou whispered her suspicions to her mother Mrs Benson. "I think Sandra and Mary suspect something." "Why?" replied Mrs Benson. "I don't know, but this morning when we met, they were different, suspicious, you know, curious. They groped Simone." "What!" gasped Mrs Benson. "Well, not like that. They're not like that. But, you know they, - their fingers, they were testing Simone's flesh, feeling it like a boy does on his first date." "Do you think they suspect?" "I'm sure of it. What if they tell their mothers, or other children at school?" Mrs Benson thought hard then squeezed her daughter affectionately. "I think you're going to have to tell them. If they are real friends, they'll keep Simone's secrets. If they aren't, well you'll have to move to another school." Dorie Lou smiled and returned to her friends feeling much better. 'Sandra and Mary would have to be told.' "I'll take the glass back to my mothers. Are you OK to get up now Simone?" Simone nodded weakly and the three of them made their way to a pavement caf? whilst Dorie Lou returned the glass. When she returned to the table the others had ordered milk shakes. Dorie Lou took hers and sucked thoughtfully on the straw before addressing Simone. "Mum wants to speak to you." "What, now?" "Yes." Simone sensed what was afoot and stood to leave. She glanced once at Dorie Lou then walked off. As soon as she was out of earshot Dorie Lou explained the situation to Sandra and Mary. "She's not very well." "What's wrong with her?" asked Mary. "I think you know, or you've guessed it." Sandra and Mary exchanged knowing looks that slowly changed to shock then curiosity. Dorie Lou held her counsel. Finally Sandra, ever the boldest, broke the shocked silence. "Is she really Simon?" she whispered nervously. Dorie Lou nodded. "Oh my God!" squealed Mary, "Is she really a g-?" "Shush! You fool!" growled Dorie Lou. "We don't want every-bloody-body to know." "Exactly," agreed Sandra, "hush your bloody squawking Mary!" "But, - but, -," stuttered Mary. "But what?" demanded Dorie Lou. "But, has she, - you know, been changed, - down there, the boy bits." "She's been changed, yeah, but its private isn't it? I don't ask you what you've got do I." "Yeah, but everybody knows I'm a girl," protested Mary. "Oh for God's sake Mary!" scolded Sandra, "Does it really matter what she's got. She's still our friend." "She? So she's a she now," observed Mary. "You said it yourself just now. You've been calling her 'she' since she came back. She sure looks like a she to me," pointed Sandra. "No. I meant it as a term of acceptance, not sarcastically. So Simon's a girl now, fancy that! I like the name Simone as well. I think it's fantastic. She'll be a great friend. Girls are much better than boys." "Well Amen to that," agreed Sandra, "when you think about it, Simone's paying us a compliment by choosing to become a girl." "Yeah, that's true. You're right," affirmed Mary. Dorie Lou felt a wave of relief. "You must promise to keep it a secret though," cautioned Dorie Lou, "It's our secret." "Does the school know?" asked Sandra. "The headmaster does. Simone is registered as a transsexual but her ordinary school records don't show it. The head teacher keeps the medical file locked away so the school secretaries won't find out. They blab." "Gosh!" giggled Mary as she hugged herself, "We've got our very own transsexual and nobody knows it." "Yeah. Well you make sure you keep it that way," threatened Sandra who knew just how air-headed Mary could be sometimes. "Yeah,it's vital that her secret remains just that! A secret!" added Dorie Lou. "What would happen if it did get out?" asked Sandra as her concerns surfaced. "I suppose Simone would have to leave; go to another school; another county probably, or a special school," orie Lou replied. "If she did, I'd go with her as well." At this news, Sandra turned to her closest friend Mary and issued a ferocious warning. "You just remember that. I don't want to lose either of them as friends so keep that stupid tongue of yours quiet. Don't ever tell your mum!" Everybody knew that Mary's mother was the local 'rent-a-mouth'. She wasn't offensive or abusive about it. It was just that she could not keep a secret. Nobody knew this better than her own daughter Mary who had cause to rue ever telling her mother her own secret desires and feelings. She had done so once at a Christmas family gathering and within minutes, all her cousins and relatives knew. Nobody knew her own mother better than Mary and she had never revealed a single confidence since that Christmas day. "Yeah," reflected Mary pensively, "there are four types of communication in this town." "What are they?" asked Dorie Lou, anticipating one of Mary's famous punch lines. "Tel-ephony, tel-egraphy, tel-epathy and tell my mum." It was an old joke but Sandra and Dorie Lou had never heard it. They almost fell off their chairs laughing. They were still laughing helplessly when Simone returned. Mrs Benson had comforted Simone in the back of her shop as she explained that Dorie Lou was, 'At that very moment, explaining the situation.' When Simone returned to her friends, she feared the worst. Sandra and Mary were laughing at her. "What's the joke?" asked Simone nervously. Dorie Lou looked up at Simone's Question. "Oh just another of Mary's one-liners. I'll explain later." "Shall we go and talk?" suggested Simone. "About what?" asked Dorie Lou. "You know what." Sandra and Mary suddenly realised what their laughing had looked like. To Simone it would have appeared exactly as it they were laughing at her. Simone's misunderstanding mortified them. Sandra was aghast at the faintest suggestion that they would have laughed at Simone. She squealed her protest. "No! Honest Simone. We weren't laughing at you. We were laughing at what Mary said about her mum." "And what was that?" asked Simone in a hard, clipped, stony tone. Sandra repeated the 'Tel' joke but Simone wasn't very amused. "You'd better not tell your mother or we're through as friends forever," Dorie Lou, ever the peacemaker intervened again. "Simone, listen to them. They're telling you it's no big deal. They still love you. I still love you. We all still love you!" "Are you sure?" demanded Simone as she stared intently at Mary and Sandra for any hint of ridicule or amusement. Instead, Sandra became serious. "Simone, do you want to talk about it?" "What's there to say? I'm a transsexual. End of story." Simone knew this was not quite true but it was too much to explain the intricate details of her real sexuality. Even as she finished speaking, Simone could sense that Mary and Sandra had hundreds of questions. They were too afraid to ask for fear of offending their friend. Simone frowned then sighed in exasperation. "Oh bloody hell, go on then. What you don't understand, I'm sure you'll make up." "It's not like that," protested Mary, "it's just that, well, you know, why." "She mean's why do you prefer being a girl?" added Sandra. Simone nodded and sipped her milkshake. Mary felt defensive and added. "Well it's nice," observed Mary, "It's nice to think that you prefer being a girl. Boys think they're so much better. They get on your goat sometimes. Thanks for paying us such a lovely compliment. It's much nicer being a girl." "I'll agree with that," replied Simone. "Can I ask you something very personal?" asked Mary nervously. "So long as it's not too personal." "Well, - does, - does it feel, - you know, - does it feel different?" "Does what feel different?" asked Simone, a bit perplexed by Mary's question. "Well, do you feel different? Are your feelings different? Do you have mood swings and stuff every month? Do you cry and stuff?" Simone felt a wave of relief. Mary must have assumed that she had 'gone the whole way and had re-assignment surgery. Instead, Mary was more concerned about Simone's emotional state. Simone paused thoughtfully then smiled. The hormones certainly made her more emotional and she had experienced some bizarre changes in her view of the world. For instance Simone now felt emotional about colours whereas when she was a boy, colours had absolutely no effect on her emotional state. Stuff like this had come as a complete shock to Simone and had really brought home the real differences between boys and girls. Girls enjoyed a far deeper and emotive appreciation of many aspects of living. After gathering her thoughts, (and feelings,) Simone answered thoughtfully. "Yeah, it's very different being a girl. There's a whole new world of feeling and emotions and stuff. I never even realised it until the girly hormones kicked in and, - yes, - you're right, it's really good, though I hate to disappoint you about the monthly thing. No I don't get those." "Huh, lucky bitch," grumbled Sandra who, as all four of them knew, suffered severe cramps and cruel mood swings each month. Simone reached out and gently squeezed Sandra's arm. "I'm sorry Sandy. I wish I could share it with you and take some of the pain but it's never going to be; not unless they learn to do womb transplants." "Huh! If they do, you can have my bloody womb any time," replied Sandra, then she added thoughtfully, "After I've had a couple of kids that is." Simone grinned and gave Sandra a hug. "I might hold you to that. I wonder what it'd be like to have kids?" "What else is nice about being a girl?" persisted Mary. Simone stopped to think again. "Girl friends," she replied. "What! Lesbians?" gasped Sandra. "No silly!" protested Simone, "No not that, no; girls are better friends. They stick by each other and don't try to compete so much. Not as much as boys. Their friendships run deeper, - the proper friendships that is, real friends." Sandra felt a secret wave of relief wash through her. For one horrible moment, she thought Simone had busted her and Mary's big secret. For Sandra and Mary had already discovered that they liked each other 'that way' as well as both liking boys 'that way'. Sandra and Mary had recently discovered that they were both bisexual. Dorie Lou sensed something about Sandra's response to Simone's remarks and her supersensitive girly-radar sent warning signals to her brain. 'This was getting too deep,' she concluded, 'and any further conversation might somehow reveal Simone's continued possession of a very pretty little pee-pee, and that might never do; especially when it was able to get stiff again when she was older. Just as Doctor Wendy had predicted.' Dorie Lou did not want Simone's big secret to be revealed just yet nor did she ever want to share Simone with Sandra or Mary. 'Later perhaps,' thought Dorie Lou, 'but much later, but not just yet.' She tactfully changed the subject. "Well are we going to sit here all morning, or are we going shopping, like we planned?" "Yeah, let's go shopping," agreed Mary, "We can check out Simone's tits and see if they're real or implants." Simone grinned, for it was obvious that Mary and Sandra had already assumed that she was cockless. Nor would they learn differently for Simone's pee-pee and bitty bag were well and truly feminised. Only a close medical examination would reveal her deepest secret. "You'll find my tits are all mine, honestly," Simone declared proudly. "Yeah, I know, I checked you out last Thursday in the school changing rooms," giggled Mary. Simone peered down at her breasts and shrugged provocatively as they billowed out of her balcony bra. "I think I need a bigger bra though." "Oh Stoppit!" grinned Sandra, "You're just trying to make us all jealous. Come on, let's get down to Victoria's secrets, you can buy one there." The girls stood as one and paid their bill before sashaying off down the mall. They all liked Victoria's Secrets because of the exciting ranges the outlet had to offer. This was Simone's first visit in the company of Sandra and Mary and they were excited. Secretly, Sandra and Mary also liked to check out other girl's tits for it was amazing how many girls were quite open about exposing tits in the changing rooms section. Additionally, these same girls were not averse to flashing their tits at any men who might have happened in by mistake, especially if the men were eye-candy. Most girls of course, stayed firmly in the cubicles. For these girls, tits and tit sizes were often a serious issue. The four friends searched the racks for Simone's size in every style then they collected their own sizes and waited patiently until the large changing room was ready at the end. The large cubicle was reserved for bridal selections during the week but on weekends anybody could use it. It was particularly popular with groups of friends, for opinions could be exchanged between several friends at once. Sandra and Mary were almost salivating at the thought of copping a feel of Simone's delightful tits. It didn't take long for Dorie Lou to realise that Sandra and Mary had a more than friendly interest in Simone's tits. As Sandra and Mary's fingers lingered just that little bit too long on the silky bra cups that encased Simone's breasts, Dorie Lou sensed that eventually Simone would realise that her tits were being 'touched up' and she was right. As the realisation came to Simone she suddenly gasped then giggled. "Hey! You two are checking my tits out!" "Are they honestly real?" gulped Sandra as she realised her sexual interest might have been blown. Simone soon scotched any further 'checking out' by unfastening her bra and boldly exposing her peach perfect, bouncy, natural breasts. "Look, no scars, no silicone; they're all mine. D'you want to check?" Sandra exchanged a nervous, secretive glance with Mary and they both realised they had little option but to check Simone's breasts for scars. By being open and bold about her tits, Simone had pre-empted any licentious attentions from the pair. Furthermore, Sandra and Mary could not hide any secret groping for Dorie Lou served as a chaperone. "Go on. Check them out," challenged Simone. Reluctantly, Sandra and Mary extended nervous hands and carefully palpitated Simone's beautiful breasts as though they were feeling for lumps. Simone let out a little squeak and a twitch when their fingers strayed to her nipples but this only served to finally convince the girls that Simone's tits were all 'hers'. "See, no artificial additives. They are all me," giggled Simone as she selected another bra and turned for an opinion. "Do I look too tarty in this?" "You look like Nell Gwyn selling oranges," observed Dorie Lou. Simone grinned again and finally made her selections, then she turned to the others. "So, it's your turn now. Let's see how your new bras fit." Sandra and Mary eagerly accepted the challenge for as well as being partners; they liked exhibiting their bodies to each other. The opportunity to expose their tits to Simone and Dorie Lou was a welcome change. Sandra and Mary also sported beautiful pairs of tits and they were hugely curious to find out how Simone treated other girl's tits. They were secretly hoping that there was still just a little bit of the old 'Simon' left to savour their beauty. Dorie Lou also recognised Sandra and Mary's devices and she smiled knowingly to Simone. Simone smiled knowingly back. 'If they only knew,' thought Dorie Lou and Simone simultaneously. Finally satisfied with their purchases, the four moved on to shoes but not before Simone bought a revealing miniskirt and swapped it for her leggings. In the shoe store they eagerly savoured the licentious attempts of the Saturday part timer shop assistants to peek up their mini skirts. In one store this had become almost a ritual and lots of the girls from the high school were flashing their panties deliberately to attract boys from the same school who worked part time on Saturday mornings. After emerging with their shoes, Dorie Lou giggled to her friends, "It's like a cattle market in there, who's for sale and who's not." "Did you see that Angie Turner. She's a right tart!" observed Sandra. "Oh come off it Dorie," giggled Mary, "You know we all enjoy it. She's just brassier about it. Did you check out the boners on Billy and Jake?" "Yeah, they all had them. It just shows how pathetic boys are when a bit of panty is flashed around," riposted Sandra. "That shows how much more power girls have, don't you agree Simone?" asked Mary. "You're preaching to the converted, literally," giggled Simone. The other three burst out laughing at this profound remark then made their way back to Mrs Benson's Pharmacy. "Hello girls. Have you enjoyed?" They all agreed 'yes' and she directed them to a favourite restaurant while she finished up. "The table is reserved. I've just got some stocktaking and bookkeeping to complete then I'll join you. Speak to Adrian, the restaurateur. I'll have the ham salad and you order what you want. I'll join you shortly." The girls savoured the treat. Adrian's was a popular restaurant and one of the places to be seen on Saturdays. Mrs Benson was an old friend of Adrian and had invested some funds in his restaurant venture when he first opened up. Consequently, Mr Benson had a permanent table set aside. If she chose to dine that day, the table was available provided she advised Adrian before eleven. After that, Adrian released the table and it was always a scramble for others to get the prime corner window seat and be seen dining at Adrian's. Simone and Dorie Lou often dined with their mother but for Sandra and Mary it was a special treat. When they entered, Adrian smiled and minced over. "Oh, hello girls! Benny's party, this way darlings." He led them to one of the private booths at the back of his restaurant. "Aren't we having the window corner seat?" asked a disappointed Dorie Lou. "No ducky. Your mum specifically ordered this one. It's very private." The girls shrugged and settled in the booth. "I wonder why she chose this one. We usually get the nice one in the corner window so that we can see everybody," whined Dorie Lou, who could be a bit of a snob when it came to status and image. "Hey were eating at Adrian's and it's free, stop complaining," challenged Sandra. Dorie Lou sulked a bit but accepted the situation. Simone showed more maturity. "I expect mum wants to chat in private." "What about?" demanded a still miffed Dorie Lou. "What we talked about at the milk bar." "OH. Yeah. Of course, I forgot." "You forgot!" squealed Mary, "How could you forget something as big as this?" "Shhhh!" hissed Sandra, "This booth's private but not soundproof!" "Oops. Sorry," mumbled Mary. Sandra rolled her eyes then studied the menu. "It's not expensive here is it?" she remarked after glancing down the menu. "No. It's popular because the food's good. Adrian's boyfriend is the chef and he's good." The four girls then settled down to choose their meals. As soon as they had decided, Adrian appeared as if by magic. He took their orders then minced away. They ate their entrees alone but the main meals appeared when Mrs Benson arrived. Adrian was an excellent restaurateur. When she arrived, she immediately embarked upon Simone's newly feminised condition. Sandra and Mary listened sympathetically as issues were explained but the fact that Simone was still technically 'entire' was not revealed. After leaving the restaurant Mrs Benson treated all four girls to some jewelry shopping, to celebrate Simone's ascent into girlhood. The girls were ecstatic when they were allowed to purchase real gold sorority rings to celebrate their longstanding friendships and newfound secrets. Each girl chose their own different birthstone that was to be set into the same ring design. Then they would collect them the following week. Mrs Benson knew it was a flat 'out and out' bribe but she thought it was worth it. So did Simone. That night they celebrated with a pyjama party at Sandra's house with several other school friends invited. Previously, as a boy, Simone had only been allowed to share the lesser fun of the early evenings before being banished to the spare bedroom for the night. This time as Simone, she was privy to the most intimate girly confessions and secrets. She even shared in the sleeping arrangements as the mattresses were taken off several beds and laid together on the floor of the large guest room. Simone fell asleep embraced in Dorie Lou's arms while Sandra and Mary cuddled up close. On the Sunday morning as Simone and Dorie Lou sauntered home through the chilly early morning autumn mist. They strolled arm in arm sharing all their secrets and chattering about the pyjama party. "I didn't think girls talked about all that sort of stuff," confessed Simone. "Well you do now. But remember, what's spoken of between us remains between us. Oh, that's what I meant to ask you! Did Sandra or Mary try to grope you at all?" Simone gasped then gathered her senses, "Gosh! How did you know that?" "Oh it's just a feeling I got that I thought they would. I suppose they were just curious." "Sandra slipped her hand inside my panties and she tried to touch me up." "Was that when you jerked?" "Yes, she was a bit too clumsy and woke me up." "What did you do then?" "Well it was the final test of my shape down there. I let her fingers feel my scrotum, but because it's so flat she must have presumed it was my outer labia." "What! You let her go that far?" "I let her go further. I let her feel my boy clitty, it's so small she didn't even realise. She thought it was a girly clitty. It feels like one when I'm not aroused." "Wha-at!" squealed an incredulous Dorie Lou, "She went that far!" "And no further," declared Simone, "That's when I jerked and pretended to wake up. I grasped her wrist and mumbled as I pushed her hands away." "Yes, that's when I realised she was trying something. Did she get inside you?" "No, she couldn't anyway. I'm not that much of a girl." "Mmm. No, and that's the way I like you. Some secrets we keep to ourselves and others we share with Sandra and Mary. OK?" "Is that the 'women's union meeting' that my dad used to speak of?" Dorie Lou smiled and kissed Simone softly. "Yes, but that's just your first meeting. It's an ongoing thing. Women always talk about stuff." "Hmmm," pondered Simone, "I wish boys talked about stuff. If they did I might still be like a boy. They just jeer and shout and crow about stuff without ever really talking about it. If it wasn't for Doctor Wendy I'd be as stupid as boys still are; about my own body, let alone girl's bodies." "Well count your blessings. You're a girl now and I love you." "Yeah, you bet!" finished Simone. They came to the park and embraced tightly for several minutes, as their lips remained glued together in a delicious kiss. It was only broken when an overweight early morning jogger foot-slapped past with his dog pitter- pattering behind him. The girls watched his heavy body labouring and puffing as his feet thumped heavily on the path. "I don't want you ever getting fat like him," remarked Dorie Lou as the jogger faded into the mist coming off the park lake. "Ugh!" shuddered Simone, "The very thought, - no wonder he jogs at this time of morning when nobody's about. Still; at least he's trying. Come on, I'm getting hungry." "What, after all that fudge and cake at the party!" "I think my stomach's still a boy's," giggled Simone. "Huh, I don't suppose that'll ever change. Men are such greedy things." "Oh I don't know," riposted Simone, "I eat much less than I used to. I only ate the salad in Adrian's. In former times I'd have guzzled the biggest steak on the menu and all the trimmings." "Well thank God for small mercies. Come on, let's get home. I promised mum we'd help clean out the garage." They stepped out at a brisker pace and after an hour, they were home. Simone was surprised her feet didn't hurt much more, because the whole walk home had been done in heels. It was good exercise but she decided to spend the rest of the day in flatties. After breakfast they cleared the garage and spent time looking at pictures of Dorie Lou's father that they found in a box. "D'you miss your father," asked Simone. "Yeah, sometimes," sighed Dorie Lou as the faintest hint of a tear glistened in her eye. "Do you miss yours?" "Not now. If he didn't come when mum died, he'll never come. Good riddance, I say." "But as a boy, you must miss him a little bit. I mean fathers and sons, - you know." "Bugger him. Father's don't tell their sons much anyway. Doctor Wendy taught me much more. Besides, I'm a girl now, so that stuff's over." "Yeah, of course, I keep forgetting," replied Dorie Lou absently. "How can you forget?" squawked Simone incredulously, "I mean, - hello! What are these?" Simone cupped her breasts. "Yeah, I know," agreed Dorie Lou, "And it's really nice that we share everything I love the girl who is Simone but I still like her boy toys. I'm glad you're going to be able to father of my babies. That's the nicest bit of all." End of Chapter Five - To Be Continued Comments greatly appreciated !!