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The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 5 Paul awoke next morning having not had a dream with his female self in it. He had just dreamt of Kelly and the thought of having her in bed with him. It was of course Sunday, and due to the day out with Kelly, he had a day of homework to look forward to. He found that Joanne seemed more cheerful than usual. Her hair was chocolate brown now, having dyed it for the umpteenth time. She seemed to be growing it out too. Her roots were showing her previous colour: light auburn. Paul wondered how her hair coped with all the changes. He was growing his hair too, but had no intention of altering the colour. "Found yourself a boyfriend?" he asked her, having noticed her sunny mood. "I wish. No, the college is asking us to do some work experience. I'll be working at the local salon for a month," she said. "I'll still be here if you want to know." "Good luck to you. They might give you a job," he replied. "After I finish college. But sure, that would be great. First step to bigger things," she replied. "Bigger things?" he asked. "Yeah, like owning my own salon or being a personal stylist to the stars!" she said dreamily. "I hope you do," he said. "By the way, when your hair is long enough, I wouldn't mind working on it," she added. "I'm not growing it that long," he lied. "Pity, you'd look like mom," she said, smiling cheekily. Paul looked at her with scorn, though he thought otherwise. He really did want his hair long now and being told he'd look like his mom felt like a compliment now. He went in to the bathroom to have his morning wash and now routine body inspection. The hair on his body was now fine and short. His legs still looked too hairy and he decided to deal with that next time he bathed. For now, there seemed to be no further changes. He headed downstairs for breakfast before returning to his room to get his homework done. He ignored the fortune paper. It had seemed intent on staying in one place. Even if he knocked it, it returned (behind his back) to its original position. He got out his first piece of homework and dived straight in. Three pieces later and his mind was wandering. The latest piece was a little on the boring side and he wanted something more interesting to do. He ventured to the drawer where he had placed the condoms and the lipstick. He took out the former and looked at the box. He had of course heard plenty about these at school and how they didn't guarentee a woman would not end up pregnant, due to possible leaking. He went through the names that had been given too them: johnnys, french letters being the common ones. Like all things associated with sex, there were loads of alternative names, all conjoured up for the sake of sex being a taboo subject. What he now wondered was whether he should put one on. He took one from the box and looked at it. He wondered if he should let Kelly put it on for him. He put the condom, still sealed in its packet, back in to its box. He put the box back in the drawer and turned his attention to the lipstick. He had an idea why Kelly had bought him this: she was keen to get him used to all things girly. He liked the colour and imagined it on Kelly's lips. But then the thought turned to his own lips. He had tasted Kelly's lipstick, but when she had been wearing it and it had come off on to his whilst kissing. He wondered whether there was any diffence when being the wearer. The only thing which prevented him from trying it was the lack of a mirror in his room. It seemed that Kelly would prove useful here too. He decided to look at his cars again until he was in the mood for homework again. The next thing to stop him from doing his homework was his mom, bringing him some sandwiches for lunch. "Nearly done?" asked Alex, later in the day. They were in the kitchen having Sunday dinner. "Almost. Just one bit of science to do," said Paul. "Is the load getting smaller yet?" asked Laura. "Slightly. The work is mainly revision now, thats why I'm getting through it quicker," he replied. He returned to his room as soon as dinner was finished. He finished the science work shortly after and went to have a lie down on his bed. He decided to think things over and some of the girly thoughts that were there turned up. "That dress is for me, I know it. I really want to wear that at my wedding," he thought to himself. "Should I wear my hair up, or let it flow across my shoulders?" he continued to think. The girly thoughts kept coming as he fantasized about his wedding day, still not knowing who his groom was to be. When he had finished with his thoughts, he felt a bit foolish. He wanted to see Kelly at his wedding, exchanging vows with him. She should be the bride, not him. Yet the thought of long hair still lingered. He loved Kelly's golden hair, volumous and silky. He longed to have his own red hair just as long and silky to the touch. The thought was also arousing and he felt his penis rise to the occasion. "Oh great! Not only is Kelly's hair a turn on, but my own hair is too!" he muttered to himself. He decided to go downstairs to watch some telly and get a drink before heading for bed. "I really need Kelly to be with me now," he thought as he fell asleep. * * * The next morning, Paul brought up the topic of going to see the Walkers again. His parents suggested the very next weekend, either Saturday or Sunday. "I just want to say thanks for giving me and Kelly some room on Saturday. I know we never did anything, but thanks," he told them. "You're welcome. I think there was never any doubt, but seeing how close you are, there was always the chance," said Alex. "Yeah, well, it never happened. I have Kelly's word that her parents won't be so lenient," he sighed. "Well, if you show them that you will keep your word, they'll be more tolerant," said Laura. "I'm sorry to ask this, but when will we ever get the go-ahead?" asked Paul. His parents looked at one another before looking at him. "When we feel you're ready," said Alex. "But we're ready now! Kelly and I know what we're doing. This isn't just a fling, I truly love her and I know she feels the same about me!" he said. "We know you love her. There is no doubting that. But you still have a few months at school. Surely that comes first," said Laura. "I suppose, but I want to continue seeing her after school is over," Paul replied. "We certainly don't have a problem there. We can see you having a future together," said Alex. "I'll leave it there, school calls," he said, picking up his bike helmet and bag. At school, he met up with Kelly as normal. "Hi, love of my life!" she said, kissing him. "Just make one promise," he said. "Whats that?" she asked. "Keep doing that," he said, refering to her warm greeting. "No problem," she said, kissing him again. "Just want to ask you if this weekend is alright to visit you," he asked. "Sure. Which day?" she replied. "Sunday, again?" he suggested. "Sunday it is. You know you're welcome," she replied. "I have other things to talk about, but not till 3:00pm, okay?" he added. "I understand. See you later," she said. In class, Paul decided to ask Mike how things were with Alicia. "Brilliant! I think she really likes me!" he said. "Great, I'm pleased for you. You've pulled a really pretty girl," said Paul. "Kissed her yet?" "Not yet, but those lips of hers are begging for it," replied Mike. "Well, just remember, she has a say too. Girls know when to say no," said Paul. "Like I don't know. She is 15 and that means one thing is out of the question. You and Kelly are alright, both 16," he quipped. "Like I don't know that," replied Paul, knowing too well the legal age for sex. "Anyway, that doesn't give you the all clear." "What do you mean?" asked Mike. "Parents. Obviously seem determined to keep you chastised till marriage," replied Paul. "So, I take it you've tried to do it?" asked Mike, a sly smile now on his face. "So what if I have? And don't ask Kelly! She'll take that grin off your face!" "Ooh, I'm really scared!" said Mike, in mock fright. Paul's expression told him that this was no bluff. He decided to drop the subject. At dinner, Paul discovered that Mike was not the only one feeling hopeful in the way of love. Kevin and Linda admitted that they had shared their first kiss. "Well done! How was it?" asked Kelly. "We just started off slowly and took it from there," said Kevin. "I really enjoyed it," said Linda. She then quickly demonstrated by kissing Kevin in front of them. A few wolf whistles could be heard from other tables. Kevin and Linda looked to see where it had come from. "Trust someone to notice. Remind me to point them out when they decide to have a snog," said Kevin. "We've had it, but we just ignore them," said Paul. Kelly just nodded. "So, am I the only one at this table who hasn't been kissed?" said Mike. "Don't rush it," said Kevin. "You'll always want to remember your first, so make it special." "I'm sure Alicia is waiting to kiss you. You can see it in her eyes," said Kelly. "And in case you are wondering, do it in private. You've just heard what happens when you're surrounded by idiots," said Kevin. Mike had to agree and hoped to seek a moment of privacy with Alicia. * * * Paul also wanted some private time. He got it as planned, after school. "So, what is it?" asked Kelly. "My parents are just being a little worried over us," he said. "They want us to wait till school is behind us." "I thought as much. The only thing is that you probably won't have something by then?" she asked. "Don't remind me. I'm scared of that day," said Paul. "Besides, I might lose the function first." "Which means that we cannot delay," said Kelly. "I know. On to what you got me Saturday," he replied. "Yes," she answered. "I thought that it would be ideal if you put one on me," he said. "Have you tried putting one on then?" she asked. "Not yet," Paul replied. "Well, if you think it might help," she said. "Another thing: the lipstick," he added. "Yes," she replied, caution in her voice this time. "I wondered if you could help me with that too," he said. "You want to use it?" she asked, in utter wonder. "I do. I just want to see what its like. The problem is I haven't got a mirror in my room." "Sure I'll help you. Just one thing: let me kiss you while you're wearing it," she said, showing that favourite smile of his. "You don't have to ask me to kiss you," he said. "Anything else?" she asked. "I don't understand, but I find thoughts of having my hair long a turn on," he said. "Thats odd. Maybe its down to wanting to be a girl. You're excited about it," she said. "I'm not really. I still don't want to be girl, but I know I haven't a choice," he replied. "I find your hair a turn on too." "Do you?" she said smiling, spinning on the spot, letting her hair swish around her shoulders. "I do," he said. "I know you enjoy running your hands through it when we kiss. I enjoy it too. Trust me, it feels good. If you want, I'll let it grow longer," she asked. "You would?" he said. "Yes, for you," she said, kissing him. By the time they arrived at their parting place, they were slightly late. "I don't care how late I am," she said, giving him one last kiss and she made it last. "I want you Paul Smith. The time just can't come soon enough.". There were tears in her eyes. "I know," he said. Entering the house, he didn't care if they complained about him being slightly late. They knew he travelled most of the way with Kelly. "How was school today?" asked Alex. "Ok, more homework, more passionate kissing with Kelly, more wishing I could be with her all the time," he said lazily. He didn't wait for further questions and retreated to his room. There, he wondered how he could make out with Kelly and stop his parents from stopping them. Thoughts of Kelly making love to him became too much for him and he decided to start on his homework before he soiled his trousers. At dinner, he explained that he had arranged to visit the Walkers that Sunday. "Ok, fine with us. I presume you'll be stopping for dinner?" asked Laura. "I presume so," he replied. "When are you going to date again?" asked Alex to Joanne. "When I find Mr Right," she said dryly. "I thought that was #2 or was that #4?" asked Paul. "Just because you hit jackpot first time, doesn't mean you can take the mick out of my failures!" she cried. "OK! Calm down!" shouted Alex. "Enough. So one is lucky in love and the other isn't. Joanne will find her ideal man one day." Joanne just glanced at Paul and said nothing. When she had cleared her plate, she left the table and headed for her room. "You shouldn't have said that," said Laura. "I know she has had a few boyfriends and none have worked out, but you shouldn't have a go at her for it. It wasn't just her fault they never worked out." Paul headed for his room too. There, he finished his homework, the written stuff at least, then came downstairs with a text book to absorb. "I thought you'd done that last year?" asked Alex, noticing Paul's maths text book. "I did. We've been asked to go over it again. I'm just making sure I remember it all," said Paul from behind the book. Paul spent a hour or so, reading the book. He then put it down and watched the nights telly. For the remainder of the week, Paul had no further concerns regarding his sex change. There seemed to be no further changes to his physical appearance, but he still wondered whether changes were happening within. Still, his manhood still functioned, so no worries there. School was the same, homework on a regular basis, though it was revision and just tasks aimed at jogging your memory on past subjects. It was also approaching a day in February where romance was all the rage. But seeing as Paul and all his friends were now involved in relationships, the need to send cards to secret crushes was not required. Paul, Kevin and Mike had all decided on getting something else for their girlfriends. The girls were also thinking two fold on the situation: what to get the boys and what the boys would get for them. "I just want something simple, that says 'I love you'" said Alicia, who was now hanging out with Linda and Kelly. "I don't need anything really," said Kelly. "I know Paul loves me. His company is all I want." "Surely, you've got to get him something?" asked Linda. "If the school would allow it, I'd come in a sexy dress, deep red lipstick, painted nails and high heels. I'm sure he'd love that," she added. "I'm sure he would love you. I'm sure he'd like a wet patch on his trousers too!" giggled Linda. "So what do you want to get Kevin?" asked Kelly. "I don't know," said Linda. "Do your hair up pretty," suggested Alicia. "As Kelly said, dress up a bit." "What about your hair, Kel?" asked Linda. "Paul loves my hair as it is, though I'm going to let it reach my waist for him," she replied. "He loves long hair? But then your hair is lovely," said Alicia. "So's yours," agreed Kelly. She daren't admit that she found Alicia attractive herself. Paul had decided on buying Kelly some flowers. He couldn't decide whether to go with the traditional red flowers or another colour. The latter option was certainly cheaper. He asked his parents to help him find some before the day. But before then, was the Sunday visit to Kelly's house. * * * Even though it was informal, Paul wanted to dress decent. As like last time, Alex dropped him off in the car. "Hi Paul!" said Kelly, giving him that wonderful smile. "Hi!" he said, kissing her. "When's the wedding?" asked Mr Walker, seeing the two kissing once more. "Not yet decided," said Paul. "So it will happen?" asked Mrs Walker. "I would like to think so," said Paul, looking at Kelly, who in turn just blushed. "I'd like to show Paul my room," she said all of a sudden. "If you must. I don't think Paul would be interested, after all, it is a girls room," said Mr Walker. "I'm not fussed. I have shown her my room and that is, surprise, surprise, a boys room!" he joked. "Yes, he did. Its more like a car museum," said Kelly. "Don't spend too long up there. Mom's put the kettle on," said Mr Walker. Having climbed the stairs, Kelly led Paul into her own private space. There was no doubt: this room belonged to a girl alright. It was pink walls, the furniture was white and there were posters of animals and popstars over the walls. Her desk had a large mirror and was covered in make-up items. "Yes, dad was right. It shouts girl all over. I hope you don't mind me showing you?" she said. "No, after all, I showed you my room," he replied. "You like animals?" "Yes, love wildlife. Dolphins especially. As you can tell, I have dolphins everywhere. My dream holiday would be to go swimming with dolphins!" she said excitedly. "You also like Girls Aloud?" he said, pointing at more posters. "Yep, love them too. Got all their albums, been to a concert," she said, getting a little dizzy. "You've got your own interests and I like that. Not my cup of tea, but thats me," he said. "Thanks. You know, I've now got all my interests in this room too," she said, and she walked up to him and kissed him. "Is it true, that you would marry me?" she asked him. "If it wasn't for something about me, yes, I would," he replied. It made her cry. "Then I most certainly would accept. But as you said, things are complicated," she answered. "Yes, I'm going to get a vagina," he sighed. "Don't look at it like that. I know you don't want this but its not the end of the world. I'll be your friend forever, I promise," she said. They continued to hug one another when Mrs Walker called to say that their drinks were ready. "What you need is girl time. You need to see what its like on my side of the fence. I'll be careful but if you want to try on clothes and make- up, I'm here to help," she said. "I don't want it at the moment. I don't want it at all," he sighed. "But you need to learn. When the changes are finished, these skills need to be second nature to you," she added. Paul looked at her and understood. It was true, he didn't know a thing about the finer details on girls habits and if he was going to become a girl, he needed to learn these habits. "You're right. But its gotta be done quietly," he replied, refering to the presense downstairs. Kelly nodded in agreement. They headed downstairs where Mrs Walker was getting impatient. "I called you 5 minutes ago," she said, giving them their cups of tea. "Just discussing homework, mom," said Kelly. "Ok, you can stay down here for the moment, dinner is being prepared," replied Mrs Walker. They decided that their private discussion would have to wait. They went into the main room where Mr Walker was watching the television. "Discussing homework again?" he asked. "I bet you can't wait for those exams to come?" "No sir," said Paul. "Be glad when school is over." "You said you wanted to go into engineering?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm applying for a course after school is finished. The college needs your exam results first though," answered Paul. "Same for Kelly. She wants to go into fashion. Typically girly business," said Mr Walker. Kelly didn't like where this was going, she'd heard it before. "Theres nothing girly about it. Men design clothes too," she added. "Yeah, you're right. But most of them are bent. They all wear tight trousers and speak with a high voice and lisp," said Mr Walker. Paul wasn't exactly homophobic himself. He did feel uncomfortable around those sort of men, but he knew that this description didn't fit all gay men. He quickly identified Mr Walker as a narrow minded homophobe, and a bad one at that. Kelly was relieved when the topic switched back to Paul's education and interest in motorsport. The talk continued until dinner was ready. They sat in the front room to eat as before. * * * The talk over dinner was again friendly and saw Paul and Kelly having to explain how strong their friendship remained. Again Paul felt as though he was being interrogated. He was glad when dinner was over and more so when Kelly found a way to get them alone again. "I've still got some homework left over and I was wondering if you could help me?" she asked him. "Of course. Anything for you," he said. They remained by the dinner table and Kelly went over to get her school bag. "I do have homework left. But I did want to continue speaking to you in private," she said. "Well, I suppose your parents will occassionally check?" he asked. "Sure. Thats why I've got the homework out." They sat at the table and togther they started on the work. "Your father hates gays then?" asked Paul, keeping his voice low. "Yes, I know too well," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "What do you mean? You have nothing to fear?" said Paul. "You're wrong. I should have told you sooner. Before I fell in love with you, I only had eyes for other girls," she sighed. "You're gay?!" he asked incredulously. "Obviously not entirely. I love you after all and you are all that matters to me now," she responded. "But that means you would still.," started Paul. "Love you as a girl?" finished Kelly. "It would. But I love you for who you are, not what you are." Paul was moved by her words, almost to tears. The fear of losing Kelly as a lover was now blown away. The only thing was whether he would be attracted to her when he finally became a girl. He now hoped for her sake that he did become a lesbian. The burden of becoming a girl had been lessened a good deal. "You have just made me feel so much better. Thank you so much," he told her. "There is still one problem: my parents. I innocently told them that I was interested in girls and thats how I found out that they were homophobic. Since then, I had refrained from getting a girlfriend just to please them. I then fell for you and they were over the moon. They think I'm over my 'illness' now that I have you. They're wrong. I still like girls, and I have to admit, I find Mike's new girlfriend good looking," she said. "You like Alicia too!" said Paul. "So, does anyone else know about you, or am I the first?" "Well, Linda knows. She stayed by me even when I told her. She just told me not to try it with her," said Kelly. "So, I'd be more than happy to be a lesbian in that case, but if your parents find out about me?" said Paul. "I don't dare think about it. But the problem is explaining you. How do I explain that my potential husband is becoming a girl?" she replied. "Your parents are wrong. If you find that you want a girlfriend rather than a boyfriend, thats your choice, not theirs," said Paul. "You're forgetting, we're only 16. They still have authority over us," said Kelly. "And with them being homophobic, a lesbian affair is not an option." They quickly turned back to the homework when they heard footsteps drawing nearer. "Would you like another drink, you two?" asked Mrs Walker. "Yes please," said Kelly. "Same here, thanks" added Paul. "That was close." Kelly nodded in agreement. "Things would be so much simpler if I wasn't becoming a girl," said Paul, turning back to Kelly. "It would. I know I like girls, but I would have happily settled down with you had this fortune not happened," said Kelly. "Why did this have to happen? I still might lose you if your parents get their way," he sighed. "Nothing doing. You're slowly turning into a girl, something, I'm afraid to say, you'll have to get used to but I'll definitely be your lesbian lover," she replied. "For this reason, we need to make sure your last days as a boy are made memorable, starting with my cherry." "Better be soon. I don't know how the changes will take place. I might lose that function in the next few days or maybe weeks. I don't know when, but its bound to happen." "It will be soon. I promise. Now just one thing. Please be a girly girl. I'm not into the butch types. I like girls, not boy wannabes," she said. "No problem. I want to grow my hair out and I really want that dress. That doesn't sound butch, does it?" he replied. "No, in fact, the thought of you like that turns me on. I'm sure you'll be a beautiful girl," she said. "Not as beautiful as you," he answered. "Flatterer!" she said, smiling. The talk was halted once more when Mrs Walker came in with the drinks. "Nearly finished that?" she asked. "Nearly," said Kelly, who had picked up her pen just before the door had opened. "Okay, I'll let you be for now," she said, leaving the drinks on the table. "Better get this finished," said Kelly. "It isn't too hard. Could have done it without your help but I wanted you here with me." "So, I suppose you want to plan make-up lessons?" asked Paul, changing the subject slightly. "I'm ready when you are. Your place is best. The less my parents know, the better. Just tell me when you want to learn and arrange for me to visit, even after school. I'll bring my make-up and hair brush," she replied. "We won't need the hair brush. My hair is nowhere near long enough," he replied. "I know, but you can still do mine. I let my mom do it, it feels nice when someone else does it," she said. "Ok, that should be enjoyable," he added. "And I think we can enjoy some kissing too," she smiled. Even when Kelly was finished, she didn't rush out of the room. She decided to wait till either of her parents came in. In honesty, she prefered to be alone with Paul until it was time for his dad to come and collect him. For Paul, the rest of the day went quickly. His dad did soon arrive to pick him up. He felt a little easier after that talk with Kelly. A huge weight had been lifted, but he knew there were others still on his mind. He really would have prefered to have remained a boy and to have lived happily with Kelly as his wife. Now, the reality was as a lesbian couple, providing his feelings for Kelly remained. When he went to bed that night, he found himself for the first time, slightly keen to be a girl. Even so, he still felt unready to accept himself with cleavage and curves. "Kelly is right though. I need to accept my fate and enjoy my new female body. With her for company, its certainly going to be enjoyable," he thought to himself. "But, I'm still a boy and Kelly is keen for that to be the case for a little while longer." * * * "I was expecting to see you," said his female self, smiling brightly. "I discovered a few things today," replied Paul. "That Kelly is gay and loves you very much," she replied. "Yes, I know. I have lived your life." "That was it. The only thing is her parents, they want her to have a straight relationship, which she has got, with me. But this change I'm undergoing is going to totally ruin things for both of us," he said. "How?" replied the girl. "Simply because if I stayed a boy, none of this would happen," said Paul. "If Kelly hadn't fallen in love with you, she probably wouldn't have discovered love at all. She put romance to one side for fear of upsetting her parents. Her romance with you has been a huge help to her. She is prepared to risk her parents love for yours now. Don't let her down," she replied. "She wants me to be a girl? She told me otherwise!" said Paul, getting agitated. "You are right, she would prefer you to be a boy. But she loves you regardless of what sex you are. She is prepared to be disowned by her parents for being a lesbian. She is making a sacrifice for you, for your continued love. She wants you to accept your fate, not for her sake, but for yours," his female self replied. "I owe it her to be a girl? She is a better friend than I thought. I ought to let the change happen now and fast," said Paul, now crestfallen. "Not yet. Besides, you still owe her something else. She wants to make love to you while you are still a boy," she replied. "Will I still be boy enough to do it?" he asked. "You will," said the girl, smiling. "You are going to learn more from now on. Some lessons will be wonderful and some hard, but you have certainly learnt much about your future, these past few hours." "Do I marry Kelly?" he asked. "Do you want to?" she replied. Paul just looked at her. He knew the answer at once. He wouldn't hesitate in asking her the question, and if it now meant a gay wedding, then let it be. He then remembered the dress. He was going to mention it but she had read his mind. "You saw this dress? Part of you is already in acceptance with your future. Don't be ashamed, its my favourite one." "I know, when I saw it, I saw myself as you and felt glad," he said. "Remember, your future is bright. You don't know half of the good things to come," she said, and with that left him. He woke up that morning feeling the best he had felt in a while. Or so he thought. He now felt a bit more relaxed about the changes, though he still wouldn't be ready for them when they happened. It was when he put on his shoes that morning, he discovered that they felt slightly loose, as though they were fractionally too big. "This feels odd. They weren't that loose yesterday. Its either the shoes are bigger or my feet are..," he said to himself, before pausing. "Getting smaller," he finished, a chill running down his spine. He sought an extra pair of socks and put them on. It at least made the shoes feel tighter. He decided against mentioning anything to his parents or sister. There was for now, only one person who was going to know. "Hi Paul," said Kelly, waiting as usual. "You're not cross about what I said yesterday?" "Why should I be? " he asked. "I thought you may have questioned my love for you after what I said," she said, keeping her voice down. "I know you love me. Thats all that matters," he said kissing her. "Oh, I've had another development." "Another develop... oh, I see. After school then?" she answered, realising mid sentence what he meant. "Yep. See you at dinner, my love," he replied. In class, Mike decided to make things awkward. "What have you been doing to your face?" he asked Paul. "Why, what do you think I've been doing?" asked Paul, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Well, you've had no stubble for days," said Mike. "Well, I do shave every day!" said Paul. "Well, I suppose so, but your face looks softer," Mike replied. "I use moisturiser. Helps after shaving," said Paul, hoping Mike would end this discussion soon. "Oh, well, I think its doing you good." "Oh thank you!" said Paul, now getting annoyed. "Ok, ok. I was only complimenting you!" said Mike, getting nervous. He dropped the subject - until dinnertime. "Kelly, I think your boyfriend needs to cool down a bit," he said to Kelly in the dining hall. "Why? Whats up with my Paul?" she asked. "Only complimenting him on his wonderous good looks and I get my head bitten off," replied Mike. Kelly just looked concerned and promised to talk to Paul later. Paul however arrived moments later. "Mike's just been talking about you. Says you had a go at him," she said. "Can't he just drop the subject?" asked Paul as he sat down and retrieved his lunch box and bottle of cola from his bag. "He wasn't being unkind to you," she said. "Ok, he wasn't. But I don't want people thinking I'm vain or something," he replied. "I don't think you're vain," said Mike. "Ok, Paul isn't vain and doesn't want his looks made into headline news," said Kelly, trying to clear the air and kill the subject dead. "Did we miss anything?" asked Kevin, who was just arriving with Lisa. "Not much, nothing that needs repeating," said Kelly. After school, Kelly did bring up the subject again, but she knew why Paul was agitated by it all. "I know how you feel. Your face is becoming feminine," she said. "And obviously noticeable," he remarked. "To be fair, you shouldn't have hit out at Mike. It will only draw more attention to you," she replied. "Oh, so I should just tell him that I'm becoming a girl?" said Paul. "No, I didn't mean it like that. But its obvious he's curious and he'll be all the more so now," she added. "How can I hide it? My face is going to get worse in the next few weeks," he replied. "We could use make up to make it look rougher. Talking of which, I've talked my parents into letting me come round to your place tomorrow after school," she replied. "Ok, that'll be fine. I am looking forward to it, mostly," he said. "So, earlier, you said you've had more changes? Is it your face?" she asked. "No, its my feet actually. I think they're shrinking. Either that or my shoes are bigger." "Oh, that is awkward. There is a chance I suppose, you could shrink elsewhere?" she replied. "Like where?" he asked, not liking the sound of this. "Your height. You are tall. Then I suppose your hands as well. Girl hands are more slender," she said, noticing the anxious look on his face. "I'm sorry if this upsets you." "No, I just worry about hiding the changes at school. If I do get shorter, how do I hide that?" he asked. "You'd have to wear platform shoes or high heels," she replied, knowing she had said wrong. "I can't wear them at school. I would be a laughing stock," he replied. "We could add the height inside your shoes. It will feel like you're wearing high heels but nobody will notice. We could try it out tomorrow," she said brightly. "Anything I suppose. How do you intend to do it?" he asked. "I'm not sure yet. We'll just have to think of something. This could be handy in another way." "How?" he replied. "By doing this, you'll be learning how to wear girls high heels!" she replied, smiling. "Oh great!" he sighed. "Tomorrow afternoon is going to be so much fun!"