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While "the girls" were getting ready, Jeanette had to use all her powers
of persuasion convincing Alison that she'd picked an appropriate
punishment and that she shouldn't just take Anthony home in the morning.
She did want to help her friend but was also aware that her daughter had
put up with a lot of crap from that brat over the years and she was
ecstatic at the prospect of her gaining such a sweet revenge. The last
thing she wanted was to see Anthony getting let off the hook yet again.
Their conversation was long and involved so suffice to say that by the
end Alison had been convinced to give it a couple of days to see how
things worked out before deciding anything.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs Alison's heart skipped a beat. She always
wished she'd had a daughter and always felt a little jealous seeing
mothers clothes shopping or styling their girl's hair or helping them
with their make up. For the first time since this situation started to
unfold she actually felt excited.
Angela appeared first wearing a grin that would put a Cheshire cat to
shame. "Come on, Cupcake, don't keep your mommy waiting. I'm sure she
can't wait to see how her little princess looks". Skipping gleefully down
the remaining stairs, she moved to the side so that she could see
everyone's reaction when Emily made her public debut.
Anthony was embarrassed beyond belief. Stepping slowly with a hesitancy
that added to his false femininity, nervously fingering the hem of his
top looking at his feet so as not to catch anyone's eye, his descent
began.
Seeing her son's transformation, Alison's jaw dropped, her hand moving to
cover her mouth in an almost stereotypical gesture of surprise. She
couldn't believe that this beautiful little girl could really be the son
who had given her so much grief over the last few years. Her eyes began
to fill up but this time they were tears of joy not a mixture of anger
and despair. "Anthony, you're ... you're beautiful". If Anthony had
looked into his mother's eyes he'd have been very scared. He'd have seen
the look of a woman who something she liked and may not be willing to
give up without a fight ...
"Wow, Angela, I know who I'm going to the next time I need a make-over",
said Jeanette. Everyone laughed, well, almost everyone.
After locking up Alison insisted for the first time in years in taking
her son's hand. Normally he'd have pulled away but in his current
predicament he was grateful for the relative security of his mother's
firm grasp.
They meandered along the beach road looking for somewhere to eat. It
didn't take long as they found a nice looking diner attached to a shop
that sold all kinds of beach stuff and general seaside tat.
Greeted by a pleasant, slightly plump, woman in her mid forties they took
a table by the window. Anthony would have preferred a corner or, even
better, a cupboard but he had no say in the matter.
The woman gave them a few minutes to survey the menu before coming over
with a notepad and pen. "Good evening ladies. I'm Joan and I'll be your
waitress for the evening. Actually I'll also be your cook, dish-washer
and shop keeper. That's the trouble with running a place like this early
in the season. You have to do everything yourself. In fact if you want to
complain to the manager about the service, that'll be me too", she added
with a smile. "So, are you ready to order?"
Having taken the adult's orders she turned to the kids. "What sweet
children. You know you two remind me of me 'n' my best friend when I was
your age". Turning to Angela, "I was a bit of a tomboy like you but my
friend Millie was", looking towards Anthony now, "a real girly-girl.
Everything was pink. Neither of us was as pretty as you two, mind you".
By now Anthony's face was the same colour as the tomato ketchup he was
fiddling with. "What's your names, girls?"
"I'm Angela and to be honest I'm not really a tomboy. I just threw these
on in a hurry as", she laughed gesturing towards Anthony and rolled her
eyes, "this one took forever deciding what to wear".
Joan laughed too. "Yep, she's definitely a Millie", she said with faux
exasperation. "What do they call you then, Millie 2"?
Anthony didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her his name was
Anthony. He hated the thought of being mistaken for a girl but if she
knew he was a boy looking like he did would be ten times worse. "I'm A
... A..". Suddenly his earlier humiliation flashed into his brain. "...
Emily". Angela nearly exploded, partly because he'd had to tell a
complete stranger that his name is Emily (could this holiday get any
better) and because of the expressions on the parents faces. It was that
"say, what?" expression that people have the first time they see The
Jerry Springer Show.
"Emily," said Joan wistfully, "that's what I would've called my daughter
if I had one. Three boys though. Big 'n' butch, all man. Wouldn't have
suited Emily, for sure. It's the perfect name for a pretty little thing
like you though", she winked.
Angela couldn't help but chime in, "Yeah, Emily is about as far from
butch as you can get. You should see her trying to play with the boys ...
they put up with her because she's so pretty and they like it when she
flirts but anything more strenuous than dressing a Barbie and she's
exhausted". They were all laughing now, all except Anthony of course.
Joan attributed his obvious embarrassment to the flirting comment.
Joan finished taking the order then headed off to the kitchen. "So, Emily
is it?" said Jeanette, loving this holiday almost as much as her
daughter. "Joan's right, it does suit you. Strange that you picked one of
the most girly names ever though. I'm surprised that you didn't go for,
maybe, Toni. At least something that sounds a bit boyish. I think you
must be enjoying this more than you're letting on. I've never known a boy
to have a girl name ready in case of emergencies. What do you think,
Alison? Is he a boy or is she a girl"
Alison just smiled, put her hands together like she was praying and
looked to the heavens. At that point Joan reappeared. "Here you go girls.
I always like to give my customers something to remember this place by."
She held two silver necklaces with fancy writing one saying Angela the
other Emily.
"Oh, Joan, thank you so much. This is lovely. Can I wear it now?"
"Sure you can sweetheart. Go ahead", came the reply.
It took a subtle kick from his mom to get Anthony to respond in a similar
manner although even then "Thanks Joan" was his best effort. Angela
helped him with the unfamiliar clasp, taking great pleasure in doing so.
Within minutes they were all tucking in to four surprisingly good meals.
Even Anthony who was feeling sick to the pit of his stomach managed to
pretty much clear his plate. They thanked Joan, complementing the chef,
and headed back to the villa. They were all tired after travelling and a
day of varying trauma so a quiet night suited everyone.
"Ok, girls, get your PJs on then Angela can pick a DVD" said Jeanette.
Anthony looked towards Alison while trying to ignore the 'girls' comment.
"Mom, I don't have any PJs".
"Well, I'm sure if you ask Angela NICELY she'll lend you a pair".
The words stuck in his throat as he felt the tears building up again but
he did manage to ask. "Angela, could I borrow a pair of your pyjamas ...
please?"
"Of course you can, Emily. Anything for my favourite holiday sister. Give
me five minutes to get changed then come up to my room. Make sure you
knock before coming in."
He wanted to punch that smug smile right off her face but, even given the
opportunity, namely no parents around, he was now afraid to try. She had
beaten him pretty easily earlier and they both now knew that she was
stronger than him. Oh the shame. It would have been bad enough losing a
fight to a girl if she was the same age but Angela was just over four
years younger. Not for the first time he cursed his small stature and
puny build.
Up in her room Angela quickly got changed into her least favourite PJs.
Grey, plain T-shirt top and shorts. She hated them but at least they were
comfy and plain was part of the plan. Next she prepared the cameras,
switching off the flash. Popping her head out of the bedroom door shouted
"Emily. Emily. You can come up now".
As he walked up the stairs he was looking forward to removing his current
outfit but doubted if it's replacement would be much better. He was
right. He sighed out loud as waiting for him on Angela's bed was a pair
of PJs with a cartoon Stephanie from Lazy Town on the front. The main
body and sleeves and were cream with a two inch pale pink ruffle round
the neck, hem and at the end of the three-quarter length sleeves. The
bottoms stopped mid-calf and were the same colour as the ruffles.
His mother had that look again as they entered the sitting room. That
worrying look that said "I prefer you as a girl". They all huddled
together on the sofa to watch Hanna Montana - The Movie but an exhausted
Anthony was fast asleep before it was even half way through. Alison
carried him up to bed, tucked him in and kissed him gently on the
forehead, whispering "goodnight, Emily. You've been such a good little
girl since you started wearing pink. See you in the morning, princess".
End of part 4
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