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The Price to Pay - Chapters 1 - 3
By Alys
Chapter 1
I cycled steadily in Sion's slipstream. I felt the warm, balmy summer
air pressing on my face and blowing the few strands of my chestnut brown
hair not contained in the cycle helmet. I felt a little trickle of sweat
roll down my back. Once again the the UK summer was following its
predictable pattern, hot weather at the same time as end of school
exams.
Sion upped his pace a little as we swept round the last long corner of
the minor road before the final short stretch to my house. I quickened
my pedalling. I knew that he was glancing at me waiting for my move as
usual confident that his greater strength would enable him to run down
any brief advantage I took by sprinting past. Although it was still a
quarter of a mile to the slight dip in the road, which was the normal
place to begin the race for home.
A green pickup overtook us and buffeted us momentarily. Without thinking
of the implications and to Sion's complete surprise I slipped my bike
past his and into the vehicle's slipstream. I sprinted as hard as I
could taking advantage of the momentary lull in wind resistance. I was
50 metres down the road before Sion looked up and noticed that I was
somehow in front rather than behind of him.
"Hey you cheat, I'll get you for that!", he shouted after me as he stood
up in his saddle and started sprinting after me.
"Have to catch me first", I muttered to myself as I redoubled my efforts
to try and make it to the house gate first.
The house gate rushed up towards me while I heard the sound of Sion's
heavy breathing and bike noise getting nearer as his greater strength
had its effect. He was just about to pass me when with a final extra
effort I sped forward and through the gate breaking to a stop 20 metres
up the drive.
"Don't know how you do it nearly everytime, Celyn", he replied,
laughing. "You know I'm going to miss these races next year. Are you
sure you won't come back to school in the Autumn? We're going to miss
you on the football(soccer) and cricket teams."
"Sorry, you know I prefer the courses at the local college to do my 'A'
Levels." ('A' Levels = advanced level courses done at 18)
"Yes I know, it's a shame though. Better go I guess, 'rents will want to
organise some sort of celebration for the end of the exams. See you
Sunday?"
"Sure, the weather looks good for a 50k."
Sion looked at me and made a slight movement towards me, I felt myself
wanting to move towards him as if we were about to hug. He stopped
himself and shook his head as if to doubt his actions. With a final wave
he mounted his bike, rode out of the gate and resumed his journey along
the road.
I locked my bike away on its stand in the garage, took the key from my
bike bag and opened the side door to the house. I picked up the post,
that had arrived after everyone had left the house that morning, and,
after checking that there was nothing for me, put it on the small side
table.
I saw that the answer phone light was flashing. I pressed the switch to
retrieve the messages. There were two, one from my sister to say that
she couldn't come down from university this evening for the meal my
parents had arranged for my end of exam celebration, I was a little
disappointed, but not surprised given her hectic social life. The other
was a brief one from Mum to remind me to wear the new clothes we had
bought last weekend. I smiled.
I walked up to my room and deposited my bike/school bag with a tinge of
regret. The college was too far to be able to cycle there so that was
the end of an era.
I collected two clean bath towels from the cupboard. I was just about to
walk out through my bedroom door to the bathroom when I noticed the
calendar and in particular a red ring around today's date.
"Damn", I thought to myself, "one of THOSE Fridays."
I put one of my towels on the bed and prepared for my biweekly chore.
I peeled my cycling top and shorts off and put them in the dirty clothes
basket. Next my T-shirt and underpants. I took the tub of lube and
rubbed some around the edge of my vagina as I slowly, painfully, eased
the prosthetic penis out and pulled down the straps that held it in
place. Something I wouldn't miss having to do in the future. I unzipped
the super support sports bra.
I massaged my breasts, sore after being constricted for most of the day.
As a caressed my nipples I suddenly had an image of Sion and I felt them
enlarge. I stopped in shock.
I lay down on the towel took out my next to largest stent and dilated
myself with that one and and then the largest one for the next half
hour. I felt myself thinking about Sion again and soon I was playing
with my breasts and inserting the stent thinking about him. Suddenly I
felt a powerful wave of pleasure come over me. It was a shock.
In the shower a little later I pondered the strangeness of masturbating
thinking about Sion. He was my best friend and now I was having sexual
feelings about him.
I dried, powdered and sprayed and then put my new bra and panty set on.
The bra was underwired and made my average sized breasts look quite
large, it frightened me really. I wasn't keen about how the bra seemed
to make them stand out so much. I put my pink dressing gown on and did
my makeup, I had plenty of lessons from my Mum and my sister over the
last year and a half and could do a pretty good job of it now, even
though this was something else I wasn't at all keen on. Breasts and
makeup I would do without if I had the choice, which, I reflected, I
didn't really have.
The phone rang.
I rushed downstairs to hear the answer phone clicking in and my mother
speaking.
"Sorry Celyn something major has come up at work and your Dad and myself
will have to stay late to finish it off. But we will have a lot more
time on the weekend now and we'll have our celebration tomorrow. See you
later"
I cursed, all this effort of dressing up and now I would have to do it
again tomorrow.
The doorbell rang.
I wandered over to the door still lost in my frustration at the evening
being altered and all this pointless preparation. I opened the door
absentmindedly.
Sion stood there, still in his cycling kit. He was looking at the
garden.
"Hi Celyn my Dad is not well so I am free and wondered if you wanted
to.................."
He stopped talking and stared at me with my made up face, and obvious
curves under the dressing gown.
"Why are you dressed as a girl? What's this all about?" He asked in a
strange, slightly angry tone.
I dropped my dressing gown and looked at Sion in the eye, waiting a
moment to catch his gaze as his eyes wandered over my body.
"I've got breasts and no penis so I must BE a girl!", I said loudly, as
I gestured at my bra and panties.
He stood there and stared at me in utter shock.
Chapter 2
I kicked the ball past the last defender on the right of the field and
moved with it, at top speed, towards the goal. For, what felt like, the
twentieth time in the game I was tackled illegally from behind by the
other, bulky defender. I was dumped to the ground as my 'sporting'
opponent kicked my legs away. The small crowd of our supporters roared
'foul!'. For the first time in the game the referee was too close to the
incident to ignore it. He blew his whistle and called for a free kick.
Sion helped me up and asked me if I felt OK to take the kick. I rubbed
the latest bruise on my leg and nodded. I wasn't going to miss this for
the world. I placed the ball on the ground. Our opponents were wasting
as much time as possible on setting up the defensive wall. They didn't
want to concede a goal now as a drawn game would give them the league
title. Eventually all was set. I looked at all the players' positions
and knew that my kick would have to be perfect to be successful. I ran
up and kicked the ball with the inside of my boot, the vicious swerve I
gave it took it round the defensive wall and past the despairing reach
of the goalkeeper into the top corner. Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I turned round to look at Sion, but strangely instead of Sion the face
of Ryan Giggs* beamed back at me and the small crowd in the sports field
had turned into 70,000 in Old Trafford. I basked in the adulation but
the cheers somehow turned into jeers and the shout of 'Celyn's a girl'
started to ring through the crowd.
The ringing increased in volume and became some classic Welsh rock 'Nid
diwedd y g?n yw'r geiniog', thumping around the stadium.
I opened an eye and looked at my CD/alarm clock. I reached over and
fumbled with the music off switch. By the time I had managed to locate
it, well hidden on the clock's side, I had been forced to open a second
eye and all hopes of returning to my dream of sporting achievement had
disappeared. I cursed the clock manufacturers for their cunning design,
which had once again succeeded. The clock read 8am. I lay on my back and
thought back to that fateful game and remembered how the joy of the
final result had so soon after turned into the pain and anguish that had
started me on my unexpected journey.
I sat up in my bed and the jiggle of my breasts at this sudden movement
reminded me of where I had come so far in my journey while the cool
morning air on my bare legs reminded me of my mother's wish to clothe me
in completely female clothing. I would have to persuade her that girls
could wear PJ's as well as night dresses. I grabbed my dressing gown and
after locating my (pink!) slippers walked downstairs to the kitchen for
some breakfast.
I sat at the table eating my cornflakes and glanced at the main stories
in the Guardian newspaper, that had thumped onto the carpet as I reached
downstairs. I thought back to the night before and sitting in the same
chair opposite Sion at the breakfast table. It had taken almost an hour,
after his initial shock at seeing my female form, to explain everything
to him. In the end he told me that he thought I was very brave and that
he would like to help in any way possible. I had then put on a blouse
and skirt, the only type of casual clothes that I possessed, and we had
played Wii Sports. When my parents had finally arrived, my father had
taken Sion and bike home while I had had to explain to my Mum how I was
wearing these clothes in the company of Sion. Somehow or other we had
ended up watching Titanic for the nth time on cable sharing a box of
paper tissues between us - female hormones!
The phone rang.
"Are you ready?", was Sion's first sentence.
"And good morning to you Sion", I replied in a jokey, sarcastic voice
"Are you ready?", he repeated, with a little more urgency.
"I think the job of Polly Parrot has now been filled. Ready for what
Sion?"
"Are you ready to go?"
"You've lost me completely Sion, ready to go where?"
"To the game! The final of the youth cricket cup, we promised we'd play
now that our exams are over", he replied with with a tone of
frustration.
"Oh ssuuuuugggggaaaarrrr! What time do we have to be there?"
"25 minutes, I'm leaving now I'll be with you in 10."
I ran upstairs, zipped myself into my superflat sports bra, then the
addition of a tight T shirt and loose cricket sweater concealed my upper
half. I pulled my jock strap on and stuffed the prosthetic inside, no
time to put it on properly. Hair into an untidy male pony tail and
having put on my cricket trousers, socks and shoes in record time I made
it to the door just as Sion knocked.
"Hi", I said, slightly out of breath from the rush downstairs.
"Nail Varnish!!"
"Do you want some nail varnish Sion, you surprise me"
"No you dipstick", said Sion in exasperation, "you are still wearing it
from yesterday and as you hopefully realise it's not the usual Aberllwyd
youth cricket team kit."
I ran back into my bedroom and in record time had removed the bulk of
the offending colour, well at least enough to pass anything but the
closest inspection.
We arrived at the ground, via various bike short cuts, just as the coach
was finishing his team talk.
"Thought you two were not honouring us with your presence", he commented
acidly despite our fulsome apologies
Neither of us had played for weeks because of our school exams. This was
the final game of the youth season, the team for 16-17 year olds. If we
could beat the team from Cwm Gwyddon then we would win the youth title,
the first time for many years. Our opponents were in the same situation
so this was a crucial game for both sides. Today's game was scheduled
for 30 overs each team**.
The game ebbed and flowed. First our opening batsmen started brightly
scoring well but then the two big, clearly overage players in my
opinion, players started bowling fast, hard and dirty. We quickly lost
wickets and the scoring rate slowed. Sion revived our scoring for a
while before he was hit in the chest by a vicious delivery by gorrila 2,
I had nicknamed them gorilla 1 and 2. Soon it was my turn to bat and
there were only 3 of us left to try and achieve a reasonable score.
Gorilla 1 looked at me in contempt as I walked to face his bowling. I
was by 3-4 inches shorter than everyone else on the pitch. He thundered
down to bowl and sent down one to hit me in the head. He was about to
yell in triumph until, at the last moment, I stepped inside the flight
and steered the ball over the boundary for a score of 6. That enraged
him and then followed a series of powerful deliveries that I either
blocked, if they were on target, or used the pace he had put on the ball
to steer to scoring shots.
Our final team score of 165 was respectable and I was happy with my
personal mark of 55.
Our opponents got off to a good start scoring quickly, with gorilla 1
and 2 laying waste to our bowling. in desperation the team captain, a
tall 17 year old called Alun, handed me the ball.
"See what you can do Celyn", he said.
The confident opening batsmen looked at my small stature and grinned at
each other. They were expecting some big hits from my bowling. I ran in
gently and tossed a ball up high, inviting a big hit from gorilla 1 . He
swung mightily and only succeeded in moving a mass of air as the furious
backspin I had put on the ball caused it to swerve past his bat and to
gently knock over one of his stumps. He gave me a look of utter disgust
and stomped off. After his dismissal our bowlers regained confidence and
together we managed to slow their scoring, and get them out on regular
intervals, so that with one over left they needed 7 runs but were down
to their last pair of batsmen. First ball, Sion, our fastest bowler,
steamed in and almost hit the wicket but the delivery was too fast for
our wicket keeper and we conceded 4 runs as the ball ran all the way to
the boundary. I walked over to where Sion was waiting to bowl his next
ball.
"A slower one, leg side, try it Sion", I whispered.
He looked at me and nodded. he waited until I had taken an unusual field
position. He thundered in and appeared to put a huge effort in his
delivery but at the last moment he slightly slow his arm movement and
the ball was slower. The batsman took a might swipe at what appeared an
inviting ball but only succeeded in hitting it high in the air in the
direction where I had been waiting.
I looked up in the sky at the hard cricket ball plummeting towards me. I
prepared my hands to take the all important match deciding catch.
Disaster. As I steadied my feet, to receive the little cherry coloured
bomb, a loose stud on my right boot snapped off and I stumbled and then
landed on my back.
The ball hurtled towards me oblivious of my misfortune. With exquisite
timing the ball slammed into my groin area just as my bum hit the grass.
The sound of two impacts merged. I felt pain in my posterior and also a
brief sharp pain in my groin area, but luckily the prosthetic had taken
most of the impact. There was a clear noise of something tearing in the
nether regions.
"Howzat?", I shouted in cricket lingo, grabbing the cricket ball from my
groin and holding it aloft. I heard other team mates repeating the
refrain. I beamed at them all. Something about their expression
surprised me. Reality dawned. I took the only action possible, grabbed
my groin and began to writhe on the floor, moaning in apparent pain.. It
was an Oscar winning performance.......
Later after my apparent discomfort had been eased we had our raucous
victory celebrations.
"Well done Celyn", the coach effused while the two of us were collecting
our food from the buffet.
"55 runs, 5 wickets and the winning catch, you must have a tough jock
strap though." He grinned at me.
"I've been thinking, I know that you should have another year with the
youth team but I would really like you to train with the seniors next
year. What do you think?"
I was completely speechless. I had never heard of a sixteen year old
being asked to train with the adults. What an honour. His next sentence
punctured my dream.
"By next year you will surely have bulked up and with your skills, would
have a good chance of making the team."
I fought to hold the tears back as he mentioned the impossible scenario.
I muttered something about having to rush home, jumped on my bike and
rode home in dejection.
My mother was sorting through some clothes when I got home.
"Hi Mum had a good day? What are you doing?", I asked.
"Hi Celyn", my Mum enthused, "Dad and I have booked a 2 week holiday in
Cyprus for us 3 and I'm packing some new summer dresses and bikinis that
I have bought for you."
I looked at her in disgust, my feelings of dejection at my situation
deepened.
"It's not a holiday for me to spend two weeks in summer dresses and
bikinis!", I yelled at my mother.
Chapter 3
There was a gentle knock on the door.
I ignored it, feeling sorry for myself wasn't the mood to be interested
in someone knocking on the door. I lay on my back on the bed and stared
at the ceiling. I noticed that there was the slightest hairline crack in
the ceiling plaster. I stared at it trying to resolve its randomness
into something with form and pattern.
There was another, slightly harder knock.
I still ignored it, hoping that whoever was there would go away.
There was a series of knocks and then an unexpected voice.
"Celyn are you awake? I have something for you", spoke Sion quietly.
There was a pause as I considered whether to respond.
"It's really nice, well worth having, you left without receiving it."
"What is it?" I asked.
"If you let me in I can show you", was his riposte.
"OK then", I reluctantly agreed and stood up to unlock the door.
Sion walked in and sat in my armchair near the window he had showered
and changed and looked and smelled good, unlike me who was still in
sweaty cricket kit.
"Wow, your room looks a lot different to the last time I was here", he
said as he took in the pastel shades in the decorations and furniture.
"I understand now why we have always met at my place or downstairs for
the last year or so."
I shrugged my shoulders. "It was the easy thing to do, you would have
found it all a bit strange before yesterday."
"I am still finding it difficult to understand the whole thing to be
honest. I mean, yesterday evening and then today at the cricket, it's
almost like you're two completely separate people apart from the gender
difference."
I could sense that he wanted to have a further discussion about my
various issues but there is only so much trauma that I could take in a
day.
"Anyway this thing you have for me, what is it?", I asked to change the
subject.
He looked at me, in surprise, for a moment and then reached into the
pocket of his denim jacket and took out a small box and a folded
envelope.
"What are they?"
"Open them and see", said Sion.
I opened the box and took out the small statuette inside, a bronze
figurine taking a shot with a cricket bat. Underneath was an inscription
-'Youth Player of the Season - Celyn Morus'. I felt a strange mixture of
emotions, mostly pride at my achievement but also a little sadness; I
felt a tear begin to form in my eye. I looked at Sion, open mouthed. He
smiled and pointed at the envelope. I opened it, not knowing what to
expect, inside were two pieces of card. I pulled them out and read them,
'Lord's Cricket Ground, One Day International, India v West Indies,
August 14, Private Box 6'. The annual club trip!
Sion and I plunged into animated conversations about the trip and the
best players of the respective sides as I forgot about my dejection of
earlier. Our conversation soon turned to the exciting moments of that
afternoon's game and he had me in tears of laughter describing some of
the other players' comments on my 'catch in the goolies', as one of them
had described it. Before we knew it an hour had passed and my mother was
at my bedroom door telling me it was time to get ready for the evening.
Sion reminded me of our planned cycle up to Brecon and promised to meet
me at 9.
An hour and a half later, a lot of it spent with me disagreeing with my
Mother about what to wear and with my Dad trying to smooth things and at
the same time hurry us up, we exited our driveway for the short trip to
the Tamarind, the best Indian restaurant in the whole of South East
Wales. In the end I had compromised and had worn the skimpy dress that
she had bought for me without a bra underneath as she had insisted was
necessary for the 'look', but I was wearing a thin cardigan on top. My
Mother, who still was a very attractive woman in her early forties,
looked very smart in her above the knee skirt and blouse and matching
jacket. My Father, who was a year older than my Mother, looked smart and
handsome in his loose shirt and jacket.
We were sat at our table, in a secluded corner and spent an enjoyable
few minutes trying to decide which of the impressive array of delicious
items on the menu to choose. The drinks came. My Dad held up his red
wine.
"Here's to you then Celyn, let's hope your hard work is rewarded when
the results come."
"Yes well done on all your efforts and everything else, honey, we are
really proud of you", added my Mother.
"To the future, whatever it may bring, to all of us", was my toast.
We all clinked glasses, their red wines and my lime and soda.
The conversation flowed with the drinks as we discussed my future
college courses, their internet business, my sister's university
exploits, well at least the ones we knew about. The food came and soon I
was really enjoying the conviviality of the whole evening. The
restaurant filled up. I began to feel a little hot. I took off my
cardigan and carefully arranged it on the back of the chair, I was so
glad to feel some cooler air on my skin although my low cut, strappy
dress didn't leave a lot to the imagination and I felt somewhat exposed.
I turned back to continue talking to my parents and then I noticed that
my father's gaze seemed to have shifted. He no longer had eye contact
with either my mum or me. With a shock I suddenly realised what had
caught his attention.
"Dad you're staring at my boobs!", I said quite a bit louder than I had
intended. I saw some heads at nearby tables turn towards us.
My Dad went traffic light red in embarrassment.
"I'm really sorry son................um I mean Celyn", he struggled with
the words. "Sometimes it's hard to get used to, you know, all these
changes."
"You could try daughter or honey, Gareth", admonished my mother.
"Yes I know", he replied, "I really am trying my best."
After that little exchange things went a bit flat and the rest of the
meal was mostly low key chit chat between my parents. I answered a few
questions put directly to me but mostly I ate in silence and pondered my
parents differing viewpoints. On the one hand my Father had difficulty
accepting the changes while my Mother had embraced it all with almost a
passion. One seemed to feel that he had lost a son while the other was
pleased to have gained a daughter.
We paid the bill and walked to the car.
"I am so looking forward to the holiday", said my Mother. "It's going to
be so nice being away from the pressures of work and it will be fun to
spend some time together. Don't worry Celyn you won't be forced to be
with adults all the time."
"Why is that Mum?", I asked.
"Didn't your Mum tell you", said my Dad.
"Tell me what?", I asked.
"Sorry it slipped my mind honey", she replied. "We are sharing the villa
in Cyprus with the Jones's from the Swansea branch, they are bringing
their son, Carwyn, he's 17, so you two can spend time together."
"Why is he coming, why do I want to spend time with a strange boy, when
I will be a girl for the whole time?"
"Honey we just want you to broaden your experiences as a girl before you
face the big wide world. It will be good experience for you in a safe
environment. You two will be able to go places together", she said
sweetly.
"I don't need a bloody boyfriend!", I screamed at my mother. "Why are
you doing this to me?"
"Don't talk to your mother like that, Celyn!", commanded my father,
"Come on Haf, it's time to get in the car and go home", he said to my
mother.
"You need to face up to reality now", said my mother, a little more
tetchily, "you are a beautiful girl and when you go to college you will
have to deal with the attention from boys that you will get."
I looked at her and almost spat out the words.
"Maybe I will be a lesbian then! That will deal with it."
I turned away from their shocked faces and started walking home.
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