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The Price to Pay - Chapters 4-6
By Alys
Chapter 4
I switched to a lower gear as I approached the climb up to Cwmdu. I had
been cycling for an hour and it was still only 8am. The rhythm of my body
movement and breathing, the wind on my face, the sights, sounds and
smells had created an inner feeling of well being. There was nothing like
an endorphin high.
About another 15 minutes and I would be meeting up with Si?n. I had sent
him a text at 7, when I had got up, to change our meeting arrangements.
I had avoided my parents last night after our argument, making my way
back home via narrow lanes. I had slipped out of our house this morning
after sending Si?n the message.
I took some water from my water bottle as I approached our rendezvous.
A flash of red in a field of maturing yellow oil seed rape caught my
attention. It was an ancient rusting tractor, that had obviously been
rusting away for a long time, dumped in a boggy corner of the farmer's
field. Suddenly a memory of myself and Si?n stopping to look at the
tractor 2 summers before came to mind. We had been on a similar Sunday
morning ride and had been intrigued by the slowly decaying machine. I
probably still a few photos that I had taken that day on my PC.
A long and hot summer that I had spent a lot of time cycling the roads
and lanes of North Gwent/South Powys with Si?n. But there had also been
the time in town with the rest of my school mates who lived locally, the
Aberllwyd crew, as we had innocently named ourselves, without a thought
of the inner city mayhem that some gangs were causing. Recently I had
tended to keep away from them outside school time.
Of course there had been no inkling then of the dramatic changes to my
life that would be caused by a visit to the doctor a few months later.
Then the difficult and painful decisions that had had to be made quickly,
even though there had been little real choice. The last 18 months of
hiding the surgical and subsequent hormonol changes had been increasingly
stressful. Had it been a price worth paying for the general uncertainty
and confusion that I felt at the moment? The alternative would have been
simpler.
My reverie was disturbed by the sound of Si?n shouting to attract my
attention from the bench by the village green where he had propped his
bike up.
"Hey Celyn! Wow new cycle kit! Very nice but pink?"
I laughed.
"This girls' kit is the only kit that really fits me properly, the boys'
kits are a size too large to cover things up obviously, no choice in the
colour, Mum buys my clothes at the moment," I replied a little out of
breath as I brought my bike to a halt.
"So why the change of plans today?" Si?n asked.
I described the previous evening's events. Si?n raised his eyebrows.
"You said that! Oh my goodness no wonder you want to avoid them. Did you
sort of mean it? I mean are you serious about being, you know what?" he
asked uncertainly.
"No idea, it was a heat of the moment thing, I've not considered what I
might do with whom, we shall have to see, maybe I'll become a nun...," I
replied, smiling. "Come on let's get going, last one to Goytre wharf buys
breakfast!"
We set off on the 25 mile ride to the canal wharf. We took it in turns to
take the lead, swapping every couple of miles. A rest and pleasant
breakfast at the cafe followed and a chance to stock up on sandwiches for
lunch from the little cafe shop and we were away again. We had decided to
turn off the main road at Penperllenni and ride round the countryside
near the historic Llanover estate before making our way back via Y Fenni.
By midday it had got pretty hot and we had begun to look for a shady spot
to rest and have lunch. Si?n spotted a promising little grassy path off
the minor road we had been cycling on.
"What about this way?"
We made our way along the path for about half a kilometre until suddenly
it opened out into a beautiful forest glade next to a large natural pool
fed by a small stream.
We propped our bikes against some large oak trees and lay down on the
sweet smelling, soft grass.
"Wow what a place," I remarked, "this was a good find, well spotted."
"It is a hot day today, must be the hottest so far this month," Si?n said
as he took off his cycle jersey and then with a quick glance at me and a
little hesitation removed his T-shirt.
I took my own cycle jersey off but hesitated about my own pastel pink
cami top.
"Aren't you hot?" Si?n asked.
"Probably hotter than you, girl's bodies have more body fat, which you
may remember from our science exam is an insulator," I replied.
"Take your top off then, remember I've already seen you in your bra and
panties"
"That's true," I replied as I turned away and took my cami off. I lay
there enjoying the cooling breeze from the pool.
"Wow Pink bra, your mother really seems to be going overboard on the
girly training," said Si?n, chuckling.
"You're telling me, it's as if now that I am going to be a girl full-time
she has decided that I need a super girly image to make sure no-one ever
makes a mistake about my gender. This is the only normal bra that I have
that doesn't enhance my breasts. I really need some plain sports bras".
"What's it like, you know, having them?" he asked tentatively.
"A pain a lot of the time. They get in the way, you can't sleep on your
front, you have to wear a bra, which is not the most comfortable of
clothing items, and running is painful unless you have good support for
them"
That shut Si?n up for a little while and we ate our lunch in silence,
while around us the birds chirped in the trees and the warm summer breeze
rustled the abundant foliage everywhere. Si?n walked over to the pool and
splashed water onto his face and head.
"You know this water looks very inviting," he called out.
I walked over and splashed water over head and face, it was refreshingly
cool.
"We haven't got towels and besides, well you know, things are different
now," I said with some hesitation.
"We have our T shirts, we don't need to wear them going back. As to the
other thing, you don't have to if you don't want to but I really fancy a
nice cool splash. You don't have to look if it would embarass you."
"OK, I'll think about it, you go ahead. I'm not embarrassed to look at
you, just embarrassed about you looking at me," I replied.
Si?n quickly took his socks, cycling shoes, shorts and underpants off and
carefully walked over the stones down into the pool. He winced as he
lowered himself into the cold water but soon was swimming slowly round in
a circle.
"It's fantastic," he shouted out from the middle of the pool. "You're
missing out."
I came to a quick decision and sat down to take off my socks and shoes
and then stood to take off my shorts, bra and panties. I stepped gingerly
over the rocks into the water acutely aware of the gentle sway and jiggle
of my breasts with every movement. I glanced up to see Si?n staring at
them.
"Stop ogling me, you."
His response was to throw handfuls of water over me. It was cold!
"I'll get you for that," I yelled and threw myself into the water
swimming over to him and pushing him under.
We splashed and swam for a good while before we both began to feel the
cold of the water getting too much. We dried ourselves as well as
possible in our tops and then lay down on the grass to dry out in the
sun.
"It's amazing how much your body has changed," he commented after a while
turning to look at me, "a couple of years ago we looked almost identical,
although I've always been a little bigger."
"Hormones are powerful things, especially for people our age with our
bodies still growing," I replied.
Si?n said nothing. I turned to see him gazing at me.
"You want to touch them, don't you?" I inquired.
"What?!" he exclaimed.
"You want to touch my boobs don't you?" I asked looking directly at his
face.
"What do you mean..I.didn't do..say say anything," he spluttered.
"I would if I were you, that's why," I laughed.
I took his left hand and placed it on my right breast. He squeezed me
gently and gently fingered my nipple. Little waves of pleasure radiated
out.
"How does that feel?" I asked a little breathily.
"Totally weird........," he said, "I mean, look, less than two days ago,
as far as I knew, you were my best MALE friend," he emphasized. "and now
I don't know what to think about you, it's nice though. How does it feel
for you"
"The same for the same reasons, nice," I replied, moving my fingers in a
caress along the forearm of the hand touching me.
At that moment a cloud passed over the afternoon sun and the temperature
dropped. I shivered. I looked at my watch.
"Shit it's almost 3, we'd better go it's over 30 miles back, I'll miss
the evening meal if we stay longer."
We reluctantly separated and dressed and within a few minutes we were on
our way again. The cycling was the same pattern as before, taking in
turns to lead and to follow. We were both a bit out of condition so the
journey back took longer than we had expected and it was getting near to
6 when we finally pulled into the drive of my house. I put my bike away
on the rack and turned to say goodbye.
"I'll see you in two weeks then Si?n," I said before I stumbled on a
loose bit of gravel, Si?n caught me and somehow we ended in a hug.
We held each other and he gently ruffled my hair, it felt so comforting.
"Celyn, are you back, I thought I saw your bike....oh hello Si?n," said
my Mother with a emphasis on the 'hello Si?n'.
We separated as if an electric charge had passed between us.
"Hello Mrs Morus, I was just going. Bye then Celyn, have a good holiday,
look after yourself," he turned and got on his bike and began to pedal
out of the drive.
"I'll send you a postcard," I shouted after him. He turned round and gave
me a smile and a wave and then was gone, back on the main road.
"Well that explains one thing, young lady," said my Mother with a smirk.
"Yes, why I need to wash this," as I took the very bedraggled looking
cami out of pocket.
My Mother's look was priceless and I just made it to the bathroom before
the need to laugh overcame me.
Chapter 5
"Fasten your seatbelts," flashed on the notice above the door in the
corridor on the Air Tours 767 as we began the descent down to Paphos
airport in Cyprus after our uneventful 3 hour flight. I looked across the
rest of my fellow travellers, my Mum and Dad, the Oaf (as I christened
Carwyn - my erstwhile holiday 'friend') and his parents, Mr and Mrs
Thomas. It had been a huge shock when we had met up with our holiday
companions. I had recognised Carwyn immediately as the defender who had
hacked me for the whole 90 minutes of the game in which my team had won
the league title, two years before, with my final minute free-kick.
I had done my best to suppress any sense of recognition when I had
greeted him and he didn't seem to have noticed anything familiar about
me. To be honest he was too busy trying to look down my dress to bother
with my face. We had chatted casually for a short while before boarding
the plane. Well mostly him telling me how wonderful he was at everything,
especially sport. By the time it came to sit down in the plane, luckily I
was on the opposite side of the seating to him, I had caught him out in
so many obvious lies and distortions about match results and scorers that
I had resolved to have as little to do with him as possible during the
fortnight.
"Wow this is amazing," said my Dad, as we walked into the white walled
villa an hour later after our airport transfer had dropped us off.
"What a view," said Mr Thomas. We all looked at him and then followed his
line of sight down towards the harbour and Paphos bay packed with small
ships with small flags and bunting flapping in the light breeze. The pale
blue waters of the Mediterranean shimmered in the evening light. It was a
breathtaking sight.
Half an hour later, after depositing our luggage in our respective rooms,
we were sitting on the veranda drinking wine and soft drinks. I had made
sure my room was as far away from the Oaf as possible, I noticed
disapprovingly that his parents indulged him in a few glasses of wine,
which he gulped like it was a soft drink.
After a pleasant evening meal I excused myself to walk over down to the
harbour to take in the atmosphere of hustle and bustle but also the
centuries old buildings and monuments. I noticed that the Oaf had got up
soon after me so I quickened my pace away from the villa and took a few
random side streets to get away from him. I was looking up at Paphos fort
and not completely looking where I was going when I bumped into someone.
"Oh excuse me, I wasn't watching where I was going," I apologised to a
pretty Asian girl about my height and age.
"It's ok," she replied in a London accent, "my fault too. This place is
really amazing don't you think? Are you on holiday?"
"Yes I agree it is amazing and I am on holiday, what about you?"
She replied that she had arrived two days earlier for a fortnight, that
she was with her Mum and Dad and her 10 year old twin brothers, that her
name was Amarjit and that she lived in Southall. I gave her the same
information about myself and we chatted and wandered about the shops and
sights of the old town for a while. The sun settled towards the horizon
and it began to get dark.
"I'd better get back to my folks they will be wondering where I am," said
Amarjit.
"Me too," I said.
"Been nice to meet you Celyn," she added, "do you want to get together
again on the holidays?"
"Sure that would be fun, what about tomorrow?" I asked.
We arranged to meet the next morning near the beaches and exchanged
mobile numbers.
I made it back to villa uneventfully and came across my parents still
sitting at the veranda. I told them where I had been and about my new
friend. My mother smiled.
"That should be fine, my dear, we had all arranged to go to the beach
tomorrow, maybe you, Carwyn and your new friend can spend some time
together," she said.
"Yes Mum that would be great," I answered diplomatically, knowing that I
would do everything possible to avoid that.
The next morning I managed to slip away from the party, after they had
found a nice place to camp on the beach, by suggesting that I had left
something back in the villa. I met up with Amarjit and steered her
towards a different part of the beach.
"That's a lovely dress you have on, Celyn," she commented, "I wish I
could wear something like that," she continued wistfully.
"I prefer your shorts and T myself. Why can't you wear a skimpy summer
dress like this?" I asked.
"My father feels that girls my age shouldn't expose their shoulders and
boobs, we should keep those parts of our body private, except for our
husbands and family," she replied.
"What do you think about it?" I asked.
"I think he is a bit old fashioned."
Suddenly I had an idea.
"Hey, you know, we could swap! I'm sure we're almost the same size," I
said.
We looked around and found a public toilet. We both squeezed into a
cubicle and proceeded to change clothes. It felt strange, but nice to be
pressed up against another young girl. I couldn't help noticing how
attractive she was, I felt my nipples begin to show a little arousal. I
felt embarrassed and dressed as quickly as possible to get away from this
strange situation.
We walked along the top of the beach. I was glad to be wearing the
shorts. Although I appreciated the coolness of the dress in the hot
weather in Cyprus and I understood my Mother's wish for me to get used to
wearing them in public, something that I had not had a lot of opportunity
to do at home, I still felt more comfortable being outside in a familiar
item of clothing. Although the colour, pastel orange, was not one that
I'd worn before.
A football came flying towards me.
"Hey love can you chuck the ball back?" came a shout from one of about a
dozen boys standing on a reduced size football pitch marked in the sand.
I trapped the ball in the air with my right foot, transferred it between
my knees, head, shoulders and left foot before flicking it up with my
left foot and hitting on the volley towards the goal, about 25 metres
away. The goalie shaped to catch it but the curve I had put on the ball
took it past him into the back of the net.
"Great shot, love," said the boy who had asked for the ball back, "Want
to join our game?"
"Sorry I can't now, maybe tomorrow," I called back, and continued walking
on with Amarjit.
There was silence. I turned towards my new friend. She was staring at me
with a strange expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked a little concerned.
"Wow that was amazing. I've never seen a girl, well really never seen
anyone do that trick before. Were did you learn that?"
"I play a bit of football," I replied, "it was luck really, half of the
time I misjudge the distance or swerve."
At that moment we went past a little shop selling trinkets and came
across a crowd of people congregating around a small area of sand where 2
pairs of guys were standing either side of a high net.
"Hey Beach volleyball," I said, "let's take a look."
We watched the fast and furious game proceed. The crowd roared on their
chosen team. Eventually the pair wearing the black bathing shorts was
victorious over the pair in blue shorts.
"And it's a victory for John and Michael. Well done both teams for a well
fought final," came the voice of the announcer. "Remember everyone
tomorrow's tournament will start at the usual time of 10am. Only ten
euros per team and competitions at youth and adult level."
I looked at Amarjit.
"I would love to play beach volleyball. Have you ever played?" I asked.
"Yes a few times, but I don't have a bikini to wear," she replied a
little sadly.
"I can help you out on that one. My Mother brought three months supply
for me."
We agreed to meet the next day and after swapping clothes we parted. I
made my way at a leisurely pace back to the villa.
The Oaf stood partly blocking the front door. As I pushed past him he
pressed his body into mine, casually squeezing my bum. He lowered his
head towards me and I smelt the beer on his breath.
"I know your secret girly-boy," he whispered into my ear as his fetid
breath washed over my face. I walked a metre away, turned around, looked
at him and assumed an angry posture.
"What are you talking about?" I demanded.
"I saw you kick the ball on the beach. I have only ever seen one person a
BOY, do that sort of trick before. I can see quite a likeness, so I don't
know what sort of trick you're pulling. I like the goods on offer
though," he replied with a bit of a drunken slur in his voice.
I dodged the hand trying to grope me and stepped towards him.
"For your information GIRLS play football too!," I said sarcastically,
"and one other thing."
"What?" he asked vacantly
In the quiet and stillness of our villa the 'crack' of my hand hitting
the Oaf's face was frighteningly loud.
"Don't ever molest me again!"
I walked away trying to look more confident and assured than I felt. How
could my Mother's plan for me to be 'stealth' as a girl, as she had
described it, succeed if I could be outed this easily. I turned the
corner and ran into my parents? room. My Mother had just finished
changing.
"Oh Mum, he knows, he knows all about me. What am I going to do?"
Chapter 6
The mid morning sun blazed in the clear, blue sky. I was grateful for the
wide brimmed sun hat and the cool yellow summer dress I was wearing as I
walked with Amarjit along a quiet stretch of coastline. We had just been
to visit the 'Tombs of the Kings', a series of incredible tombs cut out
of the rock, for the third time in the week that we had known each other
and had decided to explore the surrounding area.
I glanced at my beautiful Asian friend walking next to me and felt so
happy to be in her company. Since we had met, seven days previously, I
had spent many hours of each day with her and her family. I felt so
relaxed and happy being with her, we seemed to be on such a wavelength. I
had another reason to spend a lot of time with her, as since the incident
with the Oaf, when my Mother had reassured me that there was no reason to
fear exposure since he was just guessing, I had ensured that the only
time I came across him was either in my parents' company or with Amarjit.
As the warm breeze made the skirt of my light dress flutter a little I
reflected on how much more comfortable I now felt wearing girls' clothes,
looking like a girl and being constantly treated as a girl. It was such a
relief to no longer have to conceal my real gender because of people
knowing me before as a boy. I was also such a joy to have made a friend
who only knew me as a girl and treated me accordingly. It was also the
most time I had spent with any girl, since apart from the girls in our
local 'gang', I had mostly with boys in the various sports' teams I had
been involved with.
"This way Celyn," Amarjit indicated, pointing to a narrow path that
seemed to lead down to the shore.
We made our way carefully down the steep slope until, with a sudden turn
of the path, we descended into a little inlet, with a narrow area of
sand/shingle, bounded on three sides by high rock walls.
"Wow," we said as a chorus and looked at each other.
"What an amazing little place," I said.
"Yes I hoped there might be somewhere like this here," said Amarjit,
"It's perfect."
It was indeed perfect for our other reason for walking along the coast. I
took out the two bikinis from my bag. We had been hoping to use them to
play beach volley ball but Amarjit had said that it was impossible for
her to wear one while her family might come across her. Her parents would
have gone ballistic to see her in one, she had told me. Luckily our
present location meant that there was no chance of accidental discovery.
"Which one do you want to wear?" I asked, "the pink one
or..............the pink one?"
"Hard choice," she replied laughingly, "what about the..........pink
one?" She knew my Mother's taste.
I handed Amarjit the yellow trimmed one and took the blue trimmed pink
bikini out of my bag with my beach towel.
Within a few minutes we stood assessing ourselves in our beachwear. The
yellow and pink matched Amarjit's golden brown skin and black hair almost
perfectly.
"You are really beautiful Amarjit," I said, looking at her in admiration.
"Not as much as you," she replied returning my gaze.
I felt embarrassed so quickly changing the atmosphere, I ran towards the
sea.
"Last one in is a .............." I yelled
She ran after me, calling, "Is a what?"
"A Londoner!" I replied, as I reached the water and carried on running,
holding my arms across my insanely bouncing breasts, up until my thighs
were submerged.
Amarjit splashed after me and threw handfuls of water at my back, "I am a
Londoner, you crazy Welsh girl."
I turned and splashed water at her, "That must be why you were last in
then," I replied.
She shook her head and laughed and then it was time to enjoy swimming in
the warm clear Mediterranean waters.
We swam around for quite a while, looking at the little fish moving in
complex zigzags, the colourful underwater plants and the abstract rock
formations. Eventually hunger pangs reminded us that it was nearly mid-
day so we walked out of the water. The experience of walking out of the
sea with my wet bikini clinging tightly to my body, and my wet hair
dripping down on my bare shoulders was very new.
We lay in the sun to dry out and ate our sandwiches slowly. After ten
minutes or so I felt dry on my back and knew it was time to renew the
sunscreen.
"Do you want me to do that?" Amarjit asked when she saw me with the
bottle of sunscreen in my hand.
"Sure," I said, "that would be nice." I handed the bottle to her, removed
my bikini top and lay on my front, exposing my back. She spread the oily
sunscreen on her hands and started rubbing it in.
She knelt at the base of my towel and began rubbing it in my legs, with a
firm, smooth action. She moved up the towel as her hands glided up over
my thighs, my lower back and then finally my shoulders and arms. It was
so relaxing and very pleasant. She paused with her hands gently touching
my neck then I felt Amarjit's soft, oiled hand slowly trace the outline
of my shoulders and gently, caressingly, move down my spine. Her hands
continued their tender, exploration of my back as she massaged the oil
into me. She then completed her circuit and I felt tingles of pleasure as
she slowly moved her fingers up my side, with the lightest of touches.
"How does that feel?" she asked
"Mmmmm......Wonderful," I replied.
"Do you want me to do your front too?" she asked a little tentatively.
"Oh..yes..please," I replied, smiling at her.
I turned over onto my back. She repeated the process starting at my feet,
which she spent a while massaging. She slowly worked her way up my legs,
spending time caressing the sensitive, inside of my thighs. I felt little
waves of pleasure radiating through my body, I felt my nipples engorge
with arousal.
"Can I ask you something?" she said.
"Yes, anything," I replied.
Her hands had reached my tummy and she was rubbing the oil into me while
caressing me gently. Her gentle touch on the sides of my body sent little
electric jolts through me.
"Have you ever kissed a girl?"
Her magical hands were now gently rubbing and squeezing my breasts. I
shivered a little with the pleasure. She gently fingered my nipples.
"I've never kissed anyone," I replied.
"Really...that is surprising," she said.
Her hands were slowly caressing the top of my breasts and my shoulders
"Would you like me to kiss you?" she asked suggestively.
I nodded my head, finding it hard to speak.
Amarjit gently kissed me on my cheek and then on my lips. I responded
hungrily and pulled her down to me. I reached up and began caressing her
breasts. Our bodies seemed to merge into one beautiful experience of
loving, mutual pleasure, joy and ecstasy.
Eventually, our passions sated, we lay together, gently caressing each
others' naked bodies.
"Was that your first time?" Amarjit asked, tenderly.
"Yes," I replied almost in a whisper.
"Oh sweetie, that is so lovely."
"What about you?" I asked.
She told me that she had only had one previous lover, whom she had met in
a cafe in Southall. Amy, was a 19 year old student from Australia. She
told me about their furtive meetings, since she had had to be completely
secretive because her family would have been very angry and her life
would be extremely difficult if they knew she was a lesbian.
"But I don't understand how you could never even have kissed anyone
before," she said,"it doesn't make sense, someone as beautiful as you
should be turning the girls, or the boys?down"
I felt a familiar churning in my stomach as a little of the old despair
returned. I stood up and dressed quickly.
"What are you doing?"
"Amarjit, I think I'm in love with you but there's something I have to
tell you and I'm afraid that you might be angry with me and want me to
leave," I said as tears began to well in my eyes.
"I can't imagine anything that you could say that could make me angry,"
she said with a hurt look in her eyes "but if that is what you want...,"
she handed me the bikini and dressed in her own clothes.
We sat down on our own towels, facing each other.
"So what is it?" she asked, "what on earth could be so momentous to make
you behave like this?"
I was unsure how to explain but in the end the only way was to come
straight to the point.
"I used to be a boy," I said with in a clear measured tone.
She looked at me in complete disbelief, she laughed.
"This is one of your windups, very funny.....no, you are serious?" she
asked with surprise in her voice, "No way were you ever a boy!"
I slowly explained how events almost two years before had lead to the
choice, that had been no choice, which had lead me to where I was now.
She moved over to me and took me in her arms. I sobbed quietly on her
shoulder.
"It's all right my darling. Whatever you might have once been, you are
now completely a girl. A beautiful, talented, funny and 100% girl."
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