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The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 3 Sunday arrived and Paul dressed up as smart as he could, without going overboard. Alex was going to take him round to Kelly's house and would pick him up later. He picked up his school bag and prepared to go. "Just be yourself, and you should be fine," said Laura as he left. "Nervous?" asked Alex as he got in the car. "A bit. Not of Kelly, just her parents," he answered. "Well, don't be. As mom told you, just be yourself. You shouldn't have anything to fear." They arrived minutes later and Alex followed him to the door. "You must be Paul," said a blonde woman, who could only be Kelly's mother. "My daughter has spoken rather highly of you!" "Hi Paul!" cried Kelly, brushing past her mom to hug Paul. "I would get used to this. They were inseparable at our place," said Alex. "I can see that," said Kelly's mom, smiling. "Oh, come on in Paul. Plenty of time for that later." "See you later dad!" said Paul as he entered the house. "So long," he replied. "Hang up your coat please, Paul," said Mrs Walker as they approached the living room. "Nice to meet you Paul," said Mr Walker as he entered the living room. "Thanks for having me, Mr Walker," said Paul, shaking his hand. "Forgive me if you don't mind, but I enjoy a bit of football," he said. He was watching a match on the television. "Don't mind a bit, though I'm not a footy fan," said Paul. "Oh, so what do you like? Cricket?" asked Mr Walker. "I'm into motor racing, rally and F1 and the like," said Paul. "Been to any races?" asked Mr Walker. "A few, went to Silverstone last year. Would love to go to Monaco to see the grand prix there," said Paul enthusiastically. Mr Walker could tell that he was speaking to a true fan, seeing the way Paul enjoyed talking about it. "So, Kelly? Do you want to start on homework?" Paul asked her. "Can do, we're doing it in the front room," she said. She led him into the front room which was basically a second living room, though smaller. A small table was at the centre with chairs around it. "This is where we usually have dinner. We'll be having it in here later," she added. Paul placed his bag on the table and started removing his books. "I usually do my work in my room, but seeing as you are here, my parents suggested I do it in here," she continued. "So they can keep an eye on us?" suggested Paul. Kelly just nodded. "Trust me, if it was my choice, I'd consent to doing it without hesitation," she said. "I suppose its best that we just keep our hands off one another," he sighed. "I'm not in total agreement with that," she said and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a kiss. "Drinks anyone?" said Mrs Walker, coming in at an awkward moment. "Yes please, Mrs Walker," said Paul, hastily breaking away from Kelly. "Was I disturbing you?" she asked. "Not at all mom," said Kelly, looking annoyed. "Did she know?" asked Paul. "Possibly. But they know we've been kissing often," Kelly replied. "Shall we get to work?" "Suppose so. Which first?" he asked. "Maths, its not my strongest subject," she answered. "Ok, what are you doing, mathswise?" he asked. "Pythagoras," she added. Paul just gave a sympathetic smile and sat down. They worked on their maths work first. After that, they started on English. Though the subjects were the same, they both had different sets of work. Even so, they helped one another when necessary. "Well, thats my English done," said Kelly, finishing her glass of cola. "I'm almost done on mine," said Paul, refering to the essay he had to do on Pride and Prejudice. "Dinner is almost ready, so can you please clear the table," said Mrs Walker, entering the room. "No problem," said Paul. "I'll finish it off in the chair over there," he said to Kelly. They put their books to one side and allowed for Mrs Walker to dress the table for dinner. Paul sat on a chair by the wall and used a small side table to put the finishing touches to his essay. "I'm done," he said finally. He got up and sat at the main table where Kelly's father had joined them. "Hope you don't mind roast beef and Yorkshire pudding?" asked Mrs Walker. "Not at all, I love Yorkshire pudding," said Paul. "So, what are you hoping to do after school?" asked Mr Walker. "I'm hoping to go into engineering. I want to work in the motor racing industry," said Paul. "Should have known, seeing that you love the sport," Mr Walker chuckled. "Do you want to be a driver?" "Not bothered. If so, I'd prefer rally car driving. F1 cars are so cramped. But to be honest, I'd be happy just being a mechanic," he said. Paul and Mr Walker went on to have a good discussion about motor racing in general and soon, Kelly's father was very much aware of how serious a fan, Paul was. "That was a nice meal, Mrs Walker," Paul said as he handed his plate to her. "Thank you Paul," she replied, grateful for the compliment. "Don't get up, apple pie and custard next." Paul just remained put and smiled. "So, tell me Paul. You and Kelly have known each other for a while. How come you've just decided to be 'better' friends?" asked Mr Walker. "It was Kelly who made the move, to be honest. I have had a crush on her for a few months, I just didn't know she felt the same way about me," he replied. "Its true dad, I made a move just after Christmas and its gone on from there. We really do like one another," Kelly added. "Uncanny, but love is always a puzzle. Some people take forever to find their match while some find love right under their nose," Mr Walker said. "You've got my blessing to continue seeing each other." Paul smiled at Mr Walker in a way that screamed "Thank You.". Kelly also smiled, firstly at her father, then at Paul. "Ok, whos first for pudding?" asked Mrs Walker, holding two dishes. "I think the young couple should be first," said Mr Walker. * * * After pudding had been finished, the table was cleared and Kelly and Paul were allowed to continue their homework. "I'm thrilled to bits, dad is hard to please at times, but you've won him over!" said Kelly. "Does this mean we're one step closer to.. you-know-what?" asked Paul. "Hmm, not sure. Might have to wait on that still. But you are basically now free to come here whenever," she said. "Shall we get this work done?" he asked. "Sooner we begin, the sooner we finish," she agreed. They found their remaining work wasn't too difficult and soon got it done. "Well, we're done," admitted Kelly. "Until tomorrow," said Paul. "I don't know, haven't you realised that a lot of the work is now revision on stuff we've done over the past 4 years?" "I have noticed it to a degree. I suppose it does make things easier," he replied. "Easier means quickly done, meaning more spare time. More time for us," she said. "I wonder if we could get some serious time alone?" "I don't know, if our parents are not keen for us to be intimate," said Paul. "I suppose you're right. Unless we hid 'round the back of the bike shed at school?" "Oh yeah, though I'm sure the teachers have that one sussed. I've heard rumours abound that many a student has been caught there," he said. "We're stuck then, until both our parents give the go ahead," she admitted. "We've still got the green light for something else," he said, pulling her into a kiss. A kiss that lingered until Kelly felt that it was going a bit too far. "We can't!" she said, defeated. "I want to, but not now." Paul felt the same way. He had other reasons for wanting it now but explaining that reason was a huge problem in its own right. "Done your homework already?" asked Mrs Walker, entering the room to see if they were okay. "Yes, we're done," said Kelly. "You're not going yet, are you?" she said to Paul. "No, I'm just putting my things back in my bag so I don't forget them," he said in defense. "Good idea. So if you're finished, come and join us in the main room for a while," said Mrs Walker. Paul was pleased that they showed no objection to him sitting next to Kelly. Even more so when Kelly snuggled up beside him. They watched the television together without much discussion being made. Mrs Walker made coffee for all and they remained in the room until Alex came to collect Paul. "Ready to come home sport?" said Alex as he entered the hallway. "Not quite," said Kelly, racing up to give Paul a goodbye kiss. "Don't you get tired of that?" said Alex with a laugh. "I don't think I ever will," said Paul, dreamily. "Been any trouble?" Alex asked Mr and Mrs Walker. "None at all, apart from that," chuckled Mrs Walker. "Well, see you at school tomorrow," said Paul to Kelly. "You bet!" she replied. "Come on then dad," said Paul. "Ok. Bye for now," said Alex to the Walkers "Paul can come by whenever he wants," said Mr Walker. Paul and Kelly both smiled happily at that. "So, I take it you've been spending all night kissing again?" said Alex. "Not all night. Would have loved to, but no," replied Paul. "Done your homework?" "All of it," said Paul. "Thats good. So whens the engagement party?" Alex asked, smiling. "Blimey dad! It hasn't got that far yet!" said Paul. "Just kidding. To be honest, I can see it happening. You and Kelly really get along," said Alex. "We do. I would marry her now if I was given the chance," said Paul. Paul went up to his room feeling glum. It was clear in the eyes of both his and Kelly's parents that they were destined to be married one day. The thought didn't displease him, on the contrary, it made him feel wonderful. It was just the slight problem that he would be female in a few months time that made these wonderful thoughts turn sour. Monday morning arrived and as usual, Joanne had got to the bathroom first. Paul waited patiently while she finished her lengthy routine. Her hair for this week was now a strawberry blonde. It didn't look too bad on her, though there was only one blonde that interested Paul and he would see her later. Paul arrived in the bathroom half dressed. Ever since he had shaved his legs, he had worn his trousers from the get go each morning. He felt for his stubble to see if it needed a shave. It was there but it could pass for a day. He was washing his face when he noticed that Joanne had left her eyebrow tweezers by the sink. He looked at them and then picked them up. He looked in the mirror and started to pull out a few hairs from his own brows. After a few hairs from the one side, the pain finally caused him to realise what he was doing. "Oh my god!" he said, trying to keep his voice low. "I hope it isn't noticeable," He hastily finished his own routine and headed out. He found Joanne by the door. "Bro, you haven't seen my tweezers anywhere?" she asked. "These them?" he said, offering them to her. "Yes, thanks," she said, looking at him carefully. She didn't say anything but Paul feared that she may have noticed. He went back to the bathroom mirror to check. He spent the rest of the morning hoping that it wasn't noticed further. He was in luck and he headed off on his bike, now hoping that no one at school would notice. "Hi wonderful!" said Kelly, waiting as she always did now, by the bike shed. "Morning beautiful!" he replied and kissed her. "You really did a number on my dad yesterday. He was really impressed by you," she said. "I think I know that. If I hadn't, he wouldn't have asked me to visit again," he replied. "Hi Paul. Did you do that English essay?" asked Mike, now showing up. "Yes, I did. Let me guess, you didn't?" said Paul. "I was hoping I could borrow yours," asked Mike. "You cannot copy mine. Miss Jackson will see it straight away," said Paul. "And I would be in trouble too, for letting you copy my work." "Thanks a lot, some friend," said Mike, disappointed. "You know Miss Jackson! Shes like a hawk. Just tell her you need more time," said Paul. "Oh boy! Mike is a pain at times!" said Paul to Kelly. "I know, I've known him as long as I've known you," she replied. Mike tried again to get Paul to bail him out in English, but got nowhere. Paul had had this problem with Mike before and when he had helped, made sure that Mike didn't copy too much. But as Paul had explained, their English teacher Miss Jackson was good at identifying any forms of cheating. Mike was forced to admit defeat. His unfinished essay lay before him on his desk. "You had time to complete the essay," Miss Jackson snapped at him. She was going round the class, collecting the essays. "I had other homework to do. You're pushing us too hard," he said. Paul realised he'd just pushed his luck. "The other students are getting just as much as you are, yet they managed to complete the essay. You can complete it after school this afternoon in detention!" said Miss Jackson. Paul could only offer him sympathy, but Mike wasn't having it. "You let me down, and I've now got detention!" he said. "If she discovered you'd copied me, we'd both be in detention," countered Paul. The debate went down to dinner. Mike found Lisa, Kelly and Kevin very much in Paul's corner. "Thanks for the support. I might find friends that help others," he said sarcastically. "Its your fault for not doing it," said Kevin. "You decided to spend Saturday looking around the shops." "Kelly has been telling me that you've been given the green light to do something" said Linda to Paul. "Not quite. I've just been given an open invite to her house. I can say the same for her and my house," he replied. "Oh, but you want to do it?" she asked. "Linda! Do you mind! Not in here, please!" said Kelly. "Sorry," said Linda. "You saying you haven't?" asked Kevin. "Shut up!" said Kelly. "Its between us and thats how it will stay!" Mike had turned his back to them for the moment and occasionally turned to hear their conversation. "Thanks for the help on maths. I'm set to get good marks," said Kelly to Paul. Mike heard this and decided to add his own comment. "You helped her but you wouldn't help me?!" he said. "Yes, I helped her, but she didn't copy my work. I had different maths work anyway!" said Paul. Mike just kept his back turned and continued to eat his dinner. After school, Paul found Kelly waiting by the bike shed for him. "I just want to ask you one thing, Paul. Have you been plucking your eyebrows?" she asked him. Paul just remained silent for a moment. "You noticed?" "I noticed this morning when we kissed, but decided to leave it till now to ask. You need to tidy them up. I'll do it if you like?" she said. "You haven't a problem?" he asked. "Well, no. But others will if they notice," she said. "I suppose you can, but where?" he asked. She got her mobile phone from her bag and called home. "Hi mom, I'm just going to Paul's for a short while. Wont be long and I won't do anything," she said. "Sorted," she said to Paul. "Thanks for this, how can I repay you?" he said. "Just one wonderfully long kiss will do," she said. * * * "Why, hello Kelly. Wasn't expecting you," said Laura as the two entered. "I'm only here for a short while, Mrs Smith," she said. "I need a bit of help on my homework," lied Paul. They both headed for his room where he sat on his bed. She sat down and withdrew her purse from her school bag. "I always carry a pair of tweezers on me," she said. "Now hold still." "Ouch!" he said. "Sorry, but it's going to hurt. Now, why did you do it?" she asked. "Its hard to explain," he said. "I'm all ears," she said, continuing to work on the brow. "You sure?" he said. "Absolutely. It won't offend me," she said. Paul took a deep breath and pondered. Was it worth it? Would she believe him? "I can't say why. Its embarrassing," he finally said. "Really? How embarrassing?" she asked. "Just finish this first and I'll tell you," he said, looking glum. "Why, whats the matter? Its nothing to do with me?" she asked, concern in her voice. "No, its nothing to do with you. Its about me," he said. "Ok, you only did the one brow. I've just done the other to make them even. I don't think anyone will question it now," she said. "So, what is it?" Paul was looking nervous. He knew he had to tell her now. "Go over to the desk and you'll find a small piece of paper with a red pattern around it," he told her. She went over and found a small piece of paper that fitted the description. She read the text. "This is that fortune you had a while ago. I thought you'd forgotten about it," she asked. "Its coming true," he said with a sigh. "Coming true? How do you know?" she asked. "Because I've had dreams about it, well, not quite about it, but about how it affects me," he said. "And how is it affecting you?" she added. "I, I , I'm becoming a girl," he said solemnly, tears now forming. "You're becoming a girl?! What do you mean, doing the hormones and surgery?" she asked. "No, I'm changing by magic, it seems," he said, tears were now running down his face. "By magic? This has to be some sort of joke, surely," she said. "Its true, I tell you! That paper you hold is jinxed or something. It will not tear!" "Will not tear? Its just paper. It must tear....what the hell?!" she said, suddenly realising that the paper was indeed tear proof. "See what I mean?" he said. "I do, but where does it say you turn into a girl?" she asked. "I've been having dreams, dreams featuring my future female self," he said. "She told me I will slowly become her. I've already been having feminine thoughts, the physical changes are yet to start but will start soon," he said. Kelly sat beside him on the bed and continued to listen. "What sort of thoughts have you had?" she asked, "Thoughts about growing my hair out, wanting to have breasts, wearing nice girl clothes," he replied. "So, this has something to do with your eyebrow plucking?" she asked. "Yes, I seem to lose control of myself, as though the girl within takes over. Its not the first thing that has happened as a result," he said, pulling his trousers up to reveal his legs, with just a hint of stubble. "You shaved your legs?!" she smiled. "What's so funny?" he asked. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. They look nice like that," she replied. Paul continued to look sad. Seeing his depressed state, Kelly put her arm around him. "I take it you don't want this to happen?" she asked. "No, I don't. I'm happy as I am. I have you for a start," he said. Kelly smiled at this. "What about the others? Have they had their fortunes come true yet?" she asked. "The others don't know about me yet," he sighed, failing to hear the rest of her question. "No, I mean their fortunes! They obviously had one too. Are they going to come true too?" "I believe they will but I don't know how. I've been so worried about myself that the others have just slipped my mind. I think I remember being told that I'm not to tell them about their fortunes, that they will find out when the time is nigh." "So, sorry for asking, but how long before you become a girl?" she asked. "A few months. I'm not sure, but it may be over before school is," he replied. "I'm so sorry. I won't tell a soul, I promise!" she said. "Thank you, I just want to tell you that I still love you and hopefully always will," Tears were forming in Kelly's eyes now and she leant to him and kissed him deeply. He returned it in equal measure. They kissed for what seemed like ages. When they parted, they looked at one another and hugged. "I would really like hair like yours," he said. "You want to go blonde?" she said smiling. "No silly, really long, beyond my shoulders," he replied. "I knew that! It would look nice," she joked. "I've seen what its like and its really beautiful," he said with a sigh. "You sure you don't want this to happen?" she said. "I'm in two minds. One part is a strong no and the other is a strong yes." "Do you want me to help with your homework?" she asked, suddenly changing the subject. "I thought you said I you were here for a short while?" he asked. "Why? Whats the time?" she asked, then she looked at her watch. "Blimey! That time went quick." "Promise not to tell anyone," he called after her. "I promise!" she said. "Going so soon?" asked Mom as Kelly headed for the door. "I did say I was here for just a short while," she said. With that, she was out the door and on her way home. * * * Paul headed for the bathroom to wash away his tears. He didn't know what to think about the last few minutes. Kelly had appeared to believe him, but did she really? He hoped she did, he needed someone to believe him, to help him cope with the changes he was facing. Kelly was also thinking it over. She was on the fence about whether to believe it or not. What puzzled her was the paper: the fact that it wouldn't tear. If it was true and that Paul was becoming a girl, it certainly made things awkward for her. She loved Paul enormously and couldn't bear to lose him. Even so, it wasn't all a loss, was it? She still found girls sexually attractive, so continuing the relationship shouldn't be a problem? It was though, not for her, but for her parents. They were overly glad to see her in love with a boy and would be less than happy if that boy suddenly started wearing skirts and dresses. But above all this, she felt for Paul himself. It appeared he was being forced into something he didn't want. For now, her only stance was to keep mum about the whole thing. She would love Paul to the very end. Paul spent the rest of the day doing his best poker face. He didn't want anyone else to know what was going on - yet. "Kelly wasn't here long. Did she give you the help you needed?" asked Alex. "Sure, it was just a few notes," Paul replied, putting more sausage and chips into his mouth. "I presume she knows she welcome here anytime?" asked Alex. "She does. She just has to tell her parents first, of course," answered Paul. With the day over, Paul went to bed and sighed. He half wanted the changes to begin, so that people would begin to believe his problem. Then again, he feared the changes, for what really scared him was going to school looking highly androgynous. He went to bed wondering if he would meet his female self again. He got his wish. "You look troubled?" she asked him. "I've told my girlfriend about me and you," he said. "Does she believe you?" the girl asked. "I don't know, its possible, I suppose," he sighed. "I still love her. " "Does she still love you?" asked the girl. "I believe so," Paul replied. "So, you're looking forward to becoming me?" she asked. "Not really," he sighed. "You do, you said so. You want your hair really long," she said. "I suppose I did, but thats just you talking." "But I am you. I've told you before, things will work out for you. Just wait and see. You will enjoy being me, I promise," she said, giving him a hug. Paul woke up the next day feeling not so jolly. He was still at odds with himself, with half of him lusting for the changes and the other half absolutely dreading it. He went to the bathroom and washed. He was washing his face when he noticed it. "My stubble feels softer," he thought. The realisation of this hit him a moment later. "Stay calm! Stay calm! No need to panic yet!" he whispered to himself. "I'll shave as normal, no need to worry." He calmed himself down enough to get through breakfast without fuss. "Feeling ok, son?" asked Laura, noticing that he still looked a bit off colour. "Yep, I'm fine. Just a rough night," he said before making off for school. "Paul? You alright?" asked Kelly, who was waiting for him as usual. "If you are gonna talk about something, we need to be more private," he replied. She was about to ask why when she noticed Kevin approaching. "Morning you two," he said. "Morning Kev," said Paul. "Wheres the joker?" "Would you believe me if I told you he was jealous?" asked Kevin. "Of what?" asked Paul. "You. He feels so left out without a girl to love, thats he been going around asking every girl in the school if they fancy a date," said Kevin. "I'm not sure if his offer has been taken yet." "If he feels left out, does that mean?" asked Kelly. "Nope, I'm still available too. I do have my eye on one, but I'm sure she isn't interested," he sighed. "No worries mate, you'll find a girl who'll like you," said Paul, giving Kevin a pat on the shoulder. "What about Linda?" asked Kelly. "I know she hasn't got an eye on anyone at the moment." "Does she like me?" asked Kevin. "Well, she doesn't bad mouth you," she replied. Kevin pondered this. "Well, Valentines Day is in two weeks. You could always send a card," said Paul. "By the way, where is Linda?" "I think shes off ill. She said yesterday that she wasn't feeling good and might have today off," said Kelly. When Paul finally met Mike, in their first lesson, he got a first hand account of his attempts to get a girlfriend. "I just walk up to them and ask them if they fancy going out with me. They just look at me and walk away in disgust. What am I doing wrong?" he asked. "Just don't jump in at the deep end. Don't be pushy. Try and play to their interests," said Paul. "So, just try and discuss stuff they like? Boring!" he exclaimed. "First and foremost, be nice to them. You need to be a friend first," said Paul, trying to be helpful. "Oh, I get it. Impress them. They'll soon find that I'm one must have guy!" said Mike confidently. Paul doubted that Mike's success rate would improve in the near future. As for Paul himself, his day went along smoothly again. Maybe all the school work, which now saw some subject areas revisited, took his mind off the changes he was doomed to face. He decided that for safetys sake, that subject was best kept outside school. Kelly was obviously eager to press further and as a result, their journey home was slower. "Any changes yet?" she asked. "I think my stubble is getting softer," he said. "That doesn't mean anything. Can you back out of this, by any chance?" she pressed. "No, I'm going to be a girl. I don't want to be, but I must. The feelings will get stronger and I'll be desperate for the changes to be complete," he said. "If it is going to happen, you must tell your family. Its going to be unavoidable sooner or later if you really do start turning into a girl," she replied, concern in her voice. "I know what you mean but its about the dreams. I cannot tell them about their dreams. Its like they must find out for themselves." "That doesn't seem right. You are suffering as a result and you need to tell them. If you won't, I will," she said. "Ok, I'll tell them," he said. "One thing that bothers me is my sexuality. I don't want to be attracted to boys. I just want you," "I appreciate that. But I suppose its a case of wait and see," she said. "But whatever, I'll be at your side. I'll help you through it," "If I had the choice, I'd be a lesbian. Just to be with you," he said. With that, he leant in and kissed her. "I want to help you through this. I'll make sure you experience life as a girl to the max. I take it you are growing your hair?" she asked. "Trips to the barbers are off from now on. I want my hair down to my butt," he replied. "Will it grow quickly or just naturally?" she asked. "Naturally, I think. I just can't wait for it to grow out." "I take it you're a girl already?" she asked, smiling. "No, not yet!" he replied, suddenly realising what he had said. "By the way you were talking just now, you sounded like a tomboy who has finally decided to become a woman," she chuckled. "Oh, drat! She came out again!" he cried. "I take it, this is the girl inside you?" she smiled. "Yes, it is!" he said, annoyed with himself. "She sounds good fun," she continued to chuckle. "Oh yeah, just good if she comes out in the middle of a crowded classroom," he said. Kelly realised the problem he was talking about. If anyone else heard him speaking like that, the whole situation would turn ugly for him very quickly. Her face suddenly went serious. "You do have a problem. We need to find a way to hide her before that can ever happen," she said at last. "But for now, we must make your last days as a boy memorable. I made a promise and I intend to keep it!" "You mean doing that?" he replied. "Yes, I do," she replied with a smile. "But, our parents?" he remarked. "They don't have to know. And you won't either. I'll keep the time secret. It'll be a surprise for you." "Not fair," he grumbled. "It may be your only time, so I want it to be special, for both of us," she said. "So, what do I do now?" he asked. "Just face the facts. You are becoming a girl, so you say. Just try and look forward to it," she said, kissing him again before heading off towards her house. "Easier said than done," he muttered. "You didn't feel that way a moment ago," she said. She was right. His head was in a mess. Sooner or later, the mess would clear, and that meant only one thing: he would mentally be a girl. He wondered whether or not he should try and explain his problem to his family. They were going to find out sooner or later. Of course, it sounded ludicrous. He had been told never to mention the fortunes to them, that they would learn of their own in their own time. He wished theirs would happen soon, as it might make explaining himself easier. He decided to hold off for now. There were other things that he wanted to think about. He continued to watch Kelly walk into the distance and then mounted his bike and made for home. * * * "You're slightly late," asked Laura as he entered the house. "Just been talking to Kelly," he said. "We're gonna have to invite her round again. Perhaps this Saturday?" she replied. "That would be great. Could I go out with her?" Paul asked. "Maybe. Where are you planning to take her?" asked Laura. "Cinema?" he replied. "Good idea. Any good films on at the moment?" "Why would you want to know?" he asked her. "Well, if we're all going, better find a film that we'd all like," she said matter of factly. "Great, just great," he sulked. With that, he went upstairs. "You just spoiled his idea," said Alex. "Its only natural he wants to spend more time alone with her." "But I'm sure he only wants one thing," said Laura. "I'm sure Kelly wants it too. They love one another too much not to want it," said Alex. "But they're both at school. I'm sure Kelly's parents want to be grandparents too, but not yet!" "I'm sure they know that. Just try not to put pressure on them. I'll go and speak to him," said Alex. Paul arrived in his room feeling a bit annoyed at his mom. He wanted to spend some time with Kelly alone, without eyes prying. He knew the reason, they didn't want him making out with Kelly just yet. He sometimes wondered if he would ever get the green light to do so. Kelly now appeared to be ready to ignore all advice by asking him to take her cherry soon. He turned his attention to the motorsport collection that he valued highly. He wondered if his interest would wane as he became more feminine. It was a fine collection, taking the autographed photos into account and he didn't want to part with it. He knew he could get good money for certain items, but that was nothing compared to their sentimental value. "Paul. I just want to apologise for what your mom said," said Alex, entering the room. "I know what its about. She doesn't want me having sex yet," said Paul angrily. "It is that. I think she is over reacting though. Just put things straight with us, just wait a while longer." "How long is longer?" asked Paul. "If I have to wait for you to say yes, it might be forever!" "It won't be forever. But you need to be patient," said Alex. "So until I get the say so, we've got to be chaperoned!" said Paul, not hiding his disgust, "I'm not saying you have to be," said Alex. "But mom is! You just don't trust us?! Do you?!" shouted Paul. "I trust you. I said that mom is being a little rash," said Alex. "Just leave me alone," said Paul, tears were now flowing. "Ok son. We just want the best for you," said Alex, as he left. Paul was surprised at how easily the tears had started. He found himself struggling to hold them back. He lay face down on his bed and just let them flow. After a while, he got up, the tears had stopped but he felt better for it. "I'm becoming a girl, there is no doubt. Crying does make you feel better," he said to himself. He went and washed his face before going down stairs for dinner. "I was wondering when you'd come down," said Laura, heading for the kitchen. Paul heard the microwave buzzer sound and watched as Laura came back with his dinner. "I've been upstairs that long?" he asked. "You have. We thought we'd wait for you, seeing that you were annoyed with us," said Alex. "Thanks, I'm sorry for shouting out at you," said Paul. "Its me who should apologise," said Laura. "I've just been too hasty with my judgement." "Accepted," he replied. "But if you think I might try it, I think she'd welcome it." "If you do decide to go ahead, please use contraception. I don't think her parents want her being a mommy just yet," pleaded Laura. "We will," said Paul. He decided to leave the other topic for now. They already felt bad, he didn't want to make things worse for them.