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The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 6 Paul arrived home and headed upstairs as usual to put his bag in his room. Whilst he was up there, he headed for the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He noticed that his face was softer, though not enough to look feminine. His eyebrows hadn't been touched since he had found Joanne's tweezers, so they helped keeping him looking masculine. The question that bothered him was how long this state of affairs would remain. How long before the face he saw was undoubtly feminine? He returned to his room and removed his shoes and socks. He looked at his feet, to see if there was any difference in their appearance. They, like the rest of his body, and had resorted to having fine hair instead. From what he could tell, the difference was purely size alone. He thought about Kelly's words, that his height and hands could alter size. It was true that girls hands were different to boys hands, with longer, more slender fingers. If his hands started resembling female hands, he knew he was in a very tight spot indeed. For now, there was no change. He put on his slippers, also now too big. He put his socks on again to keep them on his feet. "How was your day?" asked Laura, as he passed over his lunchbox for washing. "Not bad. Kelly is popping round after school tomorrow," he said. "Thats nice dear. Is she stopping for tea?" she replied. "She'll be here a while, so I imagine so," he replied. "By the way, did you get those flowers?" "Flowers? Oh yes. They're over in the corner," said Laura, pointing to the far side of the kitchen. "Red carnations? They didn't cost too much?" he asked. "Cheaper than roses. They're okay, aren't they?" asked Laura. "They're perfect. She'll love them," he said, smiling. Valentines Day was on Friday and Paul didn't want to give Kelly a card, the flowers would do. For now, all that he was focused on was tomorrow, or at least he wanted to. He had more revision homework to do. "Are you using a moisturiser or something?" asked Joanne, as they ate dinner that evening. "No, why?" replied Paul, knowing what was coming next. Your complexion is softer. Your shaving is certainly on the up, you don't have any stubble," she added. "Maybe I have. I don't know whats causing it. Kelly isn't complaining. She loves it," he said, trying to get off the subject quickly. "I should imagine she is," said Alex. "You'll have to tell me what the secret is to a very clean stubble." "I'll try dad. I'll try," said Paul, trying not to sound panicky. He hoped that whoever was going to tell his parents about his plight would do it soon. But only he and Kelly knew, and she wasn't going to tell them, so who was? The next morning once again saw him having to wear two pairs of socks just to keep his shoes on. To keep up the idea that he still shaved, he lathered his face and used the razor with the cover on to stop his face getting cut. Anyone disturbing him didn't notice the illusion he was putting on and he went about the day without worry. In any case, they noticed that his shaving foam was being used. When he arrived at school that morning, Kelly welcomed him with a kiss as usual but then showed him inside her bag. "I've brought it all," she said, showing him a large purse tucked near the bottom of her bag. "The whole lot, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, lipsticks." "Blimey, I don't want to look like a Picasso," he said under his breath. "Don't think that will be likely. Your face is looking good anyway at the moment," she replied. "Don't you start. My family have just started taking note of my wonderful complexion now." "Ok, I understand. Its certainly going to be hard for you these next few weeks," she replied. "I've got another 3 months to go yet. I don't think, come May, that I'll be Paul by then," he said. "Better drop the subject, Mike is coming," said Kelly, noticing their friend coming up. Alicia was with him. "Morning guys," said Mike. "Morning," said Paul and Kelly. "Bit chilly, isn't it?" asked Mike. "Yep, see Alicia is wrapped up though," said Kelly. Alicia was indeed wrapped up with a thick coat and ear muffs. Paul found Alicia to be very pretty. Her dark brown hair suited her much as Kelly's honey blonde suited her. Paul also knew now that even Kelly found Alicia attractive. "Yes, bought this coat just a few weeks ago," she said. "Yeah, but I can warm her up further still," smiled Mike. "I'd like to see you try," said Alicia, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Well, theres the bell," said Paul. "Time for revision." School couldn't finish soon enough for Paul and he was glad when the final bell did sound. On the way home, Kelly decided to point it out. "I wonder if Mike knows you like his girl?" she asked him "So? What about you? You said you find her attractive," he replied. "I do. I too have a liking for long hair. Her hair is fabulous. I know you said you'd like my hair longer, but can I ask you one thing?" she said. "Whats that?" he replied. "Grow your hair down to your waist too. I'm sure it will look real sexy," she said. "It will take a while. I may just keep it short while I'm still at school. But after then, its long all the way," he promised. "Thank you so much, my girlfriend in the making. To be honest, you don't seem so worried about the changes now?" she said. "I'm still frightened. After all, the changes are slowly becoming prominent. I need to remain a boy at school, but time is running out. But you are right, the prospect is less daunting, especially with you beside me," he said. "Well, lets get to your house and out of this cold weather," she said. And with that, they picked up the pace and headed for Paul's house. * * * "Afternoon Kelly," said Laura as they entered. "Care for a drink?" "Yes please," said Kelly. "Make that two," said Paul, heading upstairs for a toilet stop. "Do you want me to take them to your room?" called Laura. "Please," came the reply from the toilet. Paul left the bathroom and went to his room, where Kelly and the drinks were waiting. Kelly had taken a few books and the make up bag from her bag. As always, homework provided a cover. "So, where to begin?" she mused to herself. "Foundation!" "Blimey, I don't want the works! Not yet. Just the basics please!" he cried. "Ok, but I want to see what you look like. We have to take into account your eye colour and your wonderfully vibrant hair," she said. "Ok, just maybe lipstick," he added. "No, eye shadow and mascara are a must," she said, sorting out the former and a brush. She started applying some colour around his eyes. She seemed to know what she was doing. Paul pointed this out. "My mom taught me. I'm quite good now, even though its rare I wear it," she replied. "How come?" asked Paul. "School of course. It's certainly bypassed you, but girls are not allowed make up, painted nails or pierced ears in school. I certainly intend to get my ears done after the exams. What about you?" "I don't know, I haven't thought about that yet," he said. "I suppose its right that you don't. I feel for you, I do. I don't want to pressure you into anything. I'll quit the make up now if you like?" she said, seeing the look on his face. "No, don't. I want to see the results. I'm sort of curious, frightened but curious," he replied. "Ok, I'll continue," she said, close to tears. She took the eye liner next followed by the mascara. "You got that lipstick of yours?" she asked. Paul retrieved it and gave it to her. "So I take it you wear it outside school?" "Of course, during the weekends and holidays. During the summer I've grown my nails. Feels bad having to cut them short again for school." "I bet they look nice?" added Paul. "They do. I'd do yours but there is the risk of the smell," she replied. "Your mean the varnish?" he asked. "Yes, and the remover too. Both smell pretty strong. They'd give the game away in no time as it lingers," she said. "Now hold still while I do your top lip." A few moments later, she stopped what she was doing. "Finished. Here, take a look," she said, handing him a compact. Paul just stared in disbelief. She had certainly done a good job, his lips looked fuller and his eyes certainly stood out. He had noticed she had taken out another mirror and was applying colour to her own lips. "I look amazing. With longer hair I'd look really hot!" he gasped. "Just thinking about it makes me feel hot," said Kelly. "I'm going to miss Paul the boy though." "Me too," he sighed. "Now lets see what its like to kiss another girl," she said and placed her lips to his. Their lips parted, allowing their tongues to meet. After a few minutes, Kelly pulled away, tears in her eyes. "What's up?" he asked. "That was so beautiful, that kiss. The taste of your lips on mine, it made me feel nervous. I know I'm going to love you more as a girl." "But you still love me as a boy?" he asked concerned. "Of course I do! I still want to make love to you while you're a boy," she sobbed. "I really hope I'm a lesbian girl," he said calmly, then kissed her again. "I think its time we cleaned that face of yours," she said weakly. She reached for her bag and removed some make up remover and some wet wipes. The task of removing the make up needed to be quick and efficient. All trace had to be removed. Kelly decided to leave her lipstick on, and proceeded to touch it up. They had heard the call to dinner just moments ago and decided to go down when ready. "Oh, put on some lipstick Kelly?" asked Laura. "Yeah, seeing as its the weekend now," she replied. "You mean that make up rule is still in place?" asked Joanne. "Yes, it is. Can't wait till school is over and I'm free to wear it whenever I like, plus theres a pair of earrings I really like," replied Kelly. "Stupid rules," added Joanne. "I remember when I finished, the jewellers were invaded by all the finishing girls, though I'm sure there was a boy in there too." * * * Kelly and Paul returned upstairs, where she proceeded to get her brush. "You can now take your first step in looking after your hair," she smiled. "But you know its too short!" he added. "Yes, but nothing a few months won't fix. Just start by brushing mine," she said cheerfully. "Where do I begin?" he asked, taking the brush. "Start from the roots and go down to the tip with one stroke. Also do the inside," she said, taking the brush and demonstrating by lifting her hair and brushing the underside. "The more you brush it, the better it feels," she added, handing the brush back. Paul started following her instructions. She just put her head back and relaxed. "Your hair is one of your best features. I really do love it" he said. "I agree. I've always had it long and couldn't bear to have it short. Mom says I'm lucky to have such thick hair for a blonde, most don't have it thick like me. Girls have asked me how my hair came to be like this and I've just told them its natural. They get awful jealous," she replied. "I've heard that blondes have fewer hairs on their head, and that reds have the most. I suppose thats why us lot have thicker hair," pointed out Paul. "So, that does make you an exception." "I've heard that too. Sounds good for you, if your hair does grow out thickly. The thought makes me wet," she sighed. "So, its settled, we both have a hair fetish," admitted Paul. "I've found the thought of having my hair long turns me on too." "If thats the case, why have you always had your hair short?" she asked. "Some boys wear their hair long." "I've always been a boyish boy, thats why. I've only started having these feelings since I learned I'm turning into a girl," he sighed. "Your hair is fairly heavy." "You must admit that the feelings are nice though? And yes, there is some weight, but I have had my hair long for such a while that I no longer notice it." "I do, it feels better than nice. I think I'd want to grow it even if I wasn't becoming a girl," he admitted. "But being a girl has its pluses," she said. "All the ways in which you can style it. But I wouldn't change the colour for the world." "I think I'm losing my battle to not think like a girl. Growing my hair out seems important to me now," he sighed. "Don't fret. It'll be ages before it gets really long. I know its hard on you, whats happening. I wish it wasn't happening at all. Thats why I want to make sure your last days as a boy are memorable." By now, she had turned to face him. She went and hugged him. "Just hold on for now. I'll always be here for you," she sobbed. "Thanks, I love you so much. I think my nails are too short too!" he replied. "You want long nails too!" she laughed. "You have lost your battle!" "I just find it easier to think that way at times. I just can't help it." "Well, if you want to express your inner girl, I'm interested in talking to her," she added in a whisper. "Thanks, I need an outlet, but for how long?" he sighed. "Don't think about that," she added, then she leant in and kissed him. "How did I do with your hair?" he asked when they broke apart. "You did well. Brushing and washing often is the key to healthy hair. If you do really want long shiny hair, you need to look after it," she said, passing her fingers through his hair. "Well, I must be going. Time flies when you're having fun." She packed away her things and kissed him once more, before heading downstairs to wait for her dad to pick her up. * * * Before going to bed, Paul was called over by his dad. "What is it dad?" he asked, cautiously. "Nothing to worry about," replied Alex, noticing Paul's expression. "The car needs its MOT and I wondered if you would like to help me check it over at the weekend?" "Would I? Of course dad, I'd love to," replied Paul. That took some of his mind off the thought of having voluptuous long hair as he went to bed. But as he went to sleep, he started to dream about it. "Hello again. You can't wait for your hair to grow out, can you?" asked a familiar girl. "No I can't," sighed Paul. "Seeing you with your hair so long and beautiful makes it worse." "You're still fighting it, aren't you?" she asked. "Why shouldn't I? I'm still a boy, aren't I?" "As I've said before, fighting it will make it worse," she replied. "But if I don't, surely that'll make me a girl faster?" he argued. "No it won't. You just need to accept whats happening. Things will happen that will make it more comfortable for you. Trust me. Kelly has already offered to do girly talk with you, now thats going to help you a lot." "How? She wants me to be a girl now, she wants me to have long hair!" "Do you ever listen to her?! She wishes this had never happened. She would gladly have gone straight for you, but now she finds you becoming her girlfriend. All she wants is for you to be happy about yourself. If you're happy, then she is." Paul was lost for words at this. Accepting his fate would make Kelly happy and he so desperately wanted to make her happy. But wasn't he already doing that? They were madly in love. He woke up the next morning wondering what to do. "Don't worry about your hair, you're growing it out. Its what others will say when they notice that your hair is getting a little longer than is normal for boys thats the worry. But I want to be the best girlfriend that Kelly has ever had. So, okay, the only girlfriend she's had," he thought to himself as he got up and dressed. "Everything okay son?" asked Laura as he arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. "Sure," he replied, not sure how to feel that he was destined to become his mom's far younger twin. He only wanted to talk to Kelly for now. After what he learned in his latest dream, he wanted to be sure. As he pulled into the bike shed, she was standing there as usual, ready to welcome him with a kiss. This habit had gone on for so long now, that no one commented anymore. They decided that people had got the message that they were serious about one another. "I need to talk after school," he said after receiving his kiss. "Sure, I'm all ears," she beamed. "Anything that can be discussed now?" "Yes there is!" said Mike, coming towards them. "What?" said Paul and Kelly together. "She kissed me!" he said in a whisper. "Great, so whens the wedding?" said Paul grinning. "Cut it out, I thought I did the jokes here!" said Mike. "So what was it like?" asked Kelly. "Wet!" said Mike. "Seriously!" said Paul. "No, it was wonderful. Ok, I was tense at first, but having relaxed, it was...," he replied, his mind too busy replaying the moment. "Ok dreamer, the bells just rung. Time for lessons," said Kelly, tapping Mike on the shoulder. "What? Oh yeah," he said, turning and following them inside. At dinner they met as usual. "Well, it was great," admitted Alicia. "Some of my friends think I'm a little mad to be seeing Mike, but, well you know!" "If you have to be mad to be friends with Mike, then get the straight jackets!" chuckled Kevin. Mike got the joke and just grinned. "So, its settled, we are now 3 dating couples!" said Linda. "Thanks to Paul," said Kevin. "I owe you mate!" Paul just held his hand up in acknowledgement. After school, Paul met up with Kelly as usual. "So, match maker now?" she asked. "Well, it does seem to be working. So what did you want to talk about?" "I met my female self again last night and she said that you want me to be happy," replied Paul. "So she knows my mind," said Kelly. "I need to know. Do you want me to be a girl?" asked Paul. "Not this again. I've told you I like you whether you're a boy or girl. I didn't ask for you to become a girl and I'm standing by that. If you don't want a lesbian relationship, thats fine with me!" she said, starting to cry. Paul realised he had made a bad move. "I'm sorry. I'm just too wrapped up in my own problems. Its just with you helping me with girly things." "I'm trying to help you cope with the changes that will happen. I'm not forcing you to be a girl. You want to grow your hair out." "I know I do and I will. I do want to be your lesbian lover," he said, feeling guilty. "I know you do, but please be my boyfriend first. Thats all I ask of you for now," she said and leant in and kissed him. "So when do I stop being your boyfriend and become your girlfriend?" he asked. "Thats for you to decide. But please, I really do love you. I don't want our relationship to fail." "I'll sacrifice my manhood for you, thats a promise," he said. "But it won't be easy." "Of course it won't. I understand. I wouldn't want to lose my breasts," she said. "Well, I'm going to grow them, and they're yours to fondle," he smiled. "Don't be a girl yet. I want to make love to my BOYfriend first," she smiled. They separated as usual and headed to their homes. Paul now knew where Kelly stood and he knew now that he would have to brave out the changes, not just for himself, but for her. * * * Friday drew closer and that meant the flowers. He was going to present them to her after school, by inviting her here to his house. He didn't want the burden of doing it in front of loads of school kids. He hoped that this would help say sorry for his comments the other day. He continued to notice that his feet were still shrinking, but slightly. Nothing a few socks couldn't rectify, even if it did mean washing his feet more often due to the sweating. It had been noticed that at dinner times, there sat a group of 3 couples at one table. Some students decided to poke fun at them for it. "Oh never mind them," said Linda. "They'd soon complain if their relationship was mocked." "If they have one," said Paul. "Bloody idiots!" It soon mounted on Friday. All went well as Paul rode into school that morning. "I want you to come round to my house this afternoon," he said to Kelly after receiving his morning kiss. "No prob, I was actually going to come round anyway. My parents know, so don't worry," she replied. "Oh, okay. By the way, Happy Valentines!" he said and kissed her again. "Have you got me anything?" she asked. "Why do you think I wanted you to come to my house?" he smiled. "What about you?" "Mine is a surprise, and I know you'll like it," she replied with a bigger smile. "Can't wait, please tell me!" he asked. "No! You'll have to wait," she said, tapping him on the nose. He saw her again as usual at dinner. "Ok, whose idea was this?!" said Paul as he approached their usual table. The table was decked out with Valentines decorations: pink hearts and flowers, plus a banner reading "The Love Nest!" "Who did this?" asked Kelly and Kevin together. "Not me," said Paul. "Nor me," said Mike. They refused to sit at the table until they had discovered the culprits. Some chuckling from a nearby table answered their question. The decorated table was now drawing attention. "Don't you like the decorations?" asked a fellow 5th year girl. "Very nice indeed!" said Linda sarcastically. Only when a teacher came along and asked what was up, did the d?cor get taken down. Only then did they sat down and eat their dinners. "I'll get them for this!" muttered Mike. "Save your energy. Whoever did it will be expecting some feedback of that sort," replied Kevin. "It wasn't too bad," admitted Alicia. "I prefer our romantic lives to be private, not the knowledge of the school," said Paul. He shuddered to think what they would say when he started appearing with breasts. They were glad to hear that the culprits were later caught. They all got detentions for it. Paul was glad to get out, for the weekend was here and Kelly had what sounded like a very nice surprise waiting for him. "So, you telling yet?" he asked her on the way home. "When we get there," she replied. "Well, I'll just get on my bike then," he said. "But then you'll have to wait for me," she added. "But can you please hurry up!" he said anxiously. "Patience please," she added. Still, when they got to the front door, she didn't tell. They went in and Paul decided to at least give her her gift. "Got the flowers mom?" he whispered. "Here you go," she said giving him the bouquet. "Happy Valentines, my love!" he said to Kelly giving her the flowers and a kiss. "Thank you, they're lovely!" she gleamed. "So, now. Tell me what you've got me," he asked. "In your room," she replied. Wondering why, he went upstairs to his room but couldn't find anything. "What is this surprise?" he asked her when she followed him in. She shut the door and whispered in his ear. "Me of course. My Valentine gift to you is my cherry." * * * "Now?" he asked. "Now," she repeated. "Eh, hold on. I have an idea," he told her. With her help, he moved his desk in front of the door. No one was going to walk in if they could help it. He then went and retrieved the box of condoms from the drawer and took one out. "I waited long enough for this moment," she said and kissed him passionately. He returned the kiss and soon they were embracing. Kissing her on the neck, she started undoing her blouse. He then started to undress himself. He needed to relieve the tension in his groin which was tenting his trousers. "I'll put the condom on, shall I?" she asked. "Go ahead," he replied. She took a packet and bent down. Rather than putting the condom onto his penis, she placed the latter to her lips. "I might as well do this," she said to herself. "You don't have to swallow, if you don't want to," said Paul. But she was already swallowing his member and caressing it with her tongue. "Oh, that feels good," said Paul, moaning a little. Kelly kept on going. He came quickly and flooded Kelly's mouth with cum. Kelly swallowed and got up. "That was something. Now you try it," she said, kissing him, letting the cum on her tongue enter his mouth. "It tastes salty," he said, practically admitting that he'd never tasted it before. "You can taste me in a bit," she smiled. She bent down again and cleaned him up with her tongue before putting on the condom. "You need some warming up again." "What about you?" he asked. "Just undo the bra strap," she smiled. "My babies love being fondled." Paul undid the bra she was wearing and released her breasts. He stared for a few moments before making his move. She guided his hands to her nipples and he started to play with them, pinching them. He then moved in and started to lick them. The effect was immediate: Kelly let out small moans of pleasure, egging him on. He caressed her nipples for a while longer, feeling his penis coming back to life. He then moved down and removed her skirt, then her panties. She didn't object, but helped him do so. "Oh yes, my pussy wants to play too," she purred. He put his head down between her legs and started to kiss her. She placed her hands on his head to hold him there, not that he wanted to move. She moaned more as he kissed and then licked her most private parts. He got the most reaction by placing his tongue right between the lips and moved it up and down. Kelly was moaning loader, her cunt was getting wetter. Paul licked it all up, his member was certainly near ready for an encore. "I'm almost ready to take you," he said. "Ok," she said and moved towards the bed and lay down on it. Her naked form was more than inviting enough for Paul. He walked over and lay beside her. "You ready?" he asked. "Yes, my love," she smiled. Readjusting the condom, he slid inside her and felt her tighten around him. She let out a cry which signalled that her cherry had been taken. "You alright?" he asked. "Never better. So, are you continuing?" she replied. He started thrusting, she wrapped her legs around him. "Deeper! DEEPER!!" she cried. "You sure you're gay?" he asked. "After this, I'm certainly questioning it!" she replied. "Harder, faster! Can we come together?!" Paul was hoping so. He felt the pressure mounting. Kelly was getting near too. He felt the onrush of cum gush from his penis. Kelly screamed louder "YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!" They embraced, kissing once more. Virgins no more, they looked into each others eyes. "Paul, thank you so much!" said Kelly. "I would like to do this again, but if not, I'm glad I did it just this once! I'll love you forever!" Paul looked down and removed the condom. It was near to bursting, but wasn't leaking. "No unwanted pregnancies," he said. "For the best," sighed Kelly. "Though I would like children one day." Paul sighed too at this. The chances were he would never father a child. He was wondering what to do about his mess when Kelly fetched him a tissue out of his bag. "Did you hear that?" he said suddenly. He swore he heard footsteps outside the door. "Lets get dressed quickly!" said Kelly. No sooner had they dressed, when Mom's voice was heard calling them down for dinner. Kelly got a brush from her bag and tidied her hair. Paul did likewise with his comb. They headed downstairs and wondered if the person they had heard had heard too much, * * * "Been busy?" asked Dad as they sat down at the table. "Homework again," lied Paul. "What subject?" asked Joanne. Paul looked at her and smelt danger looming. "Science," he replied. "Oh, biology I presume," she added. Paul was feeling uncomfortable, it appeared she was the one who had been heard outside his room and she had indeed heard too much. Kelly had also got the hint. Joanne said no more until after dinner. Then she decided to put the cat amongst the pigeons. "How was your love making?" she asked, making sure Laura and Alex were within earshot. "What are you talking about?" asked Alex rounding on her. "I heard them upstairs, enjoying themselves," she smirked. Paul looked at her coldly, he wanted to kill her right now. "Did you?" asked Laura. Paul's angry glance at his sister told the whole story. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!!" he yelled, dashing towards Joanne. "No you don't! No fighting in this house hold. And none of that language thank you!" said Alex restraining Paul. "So, you did do it then?" asked Laura. "Of course they did!" said Joanne. "Hold your tongue young lady!" said Alex. "Whatever you're trying to gain from this, you're not going to get it!" He turned to Paul. "So you did do it?" Paul just gritted his teeth and nodded. "I'm disappointed in you son, I thought we had an agreement," he said. "I know. But we had to do it. We are old enough." "Yes, you are old enough, but that didn't mean you had to race in to it," replied Alex. "I know, but we had a pact. This was no game, Kelly and I are serious!" "It's true Mr Smith," put in Kelly. "It was me who asked for it today. You should blame me." "If you want to know, I did use a condom," admitted Paul. "Very thoughtful, but still, I thought you could have waited a while longer," said Alex. "Sorry, couldn't do," said Paul. He then noticed Laura getting on the phone. "What are you doing?!" he asked her. "Phoning Kelly's parents. They need to come and fetch her," she replied. Kelly hung her head in shame at this. Paul listened in horror as Laura explained things over the phone. "Don't do this!" he cried, but it was too late. "Thanks mom! Joanne has probably got her wish now!" When Kelly's dad arrived, he was looking far from happy. He gave Paul a dirty look, said nothing and took Kelly with him. Paul had had enough. He ran upstairs, deciding that Joanne was still worthy of his wrath. "Got your way, you stuck up jealous bitch!" he shouted, banging on her bedroom door. "Couldn't take it that I had found a serious relationship when you couldn't!" She came to the door. "So what if I am jealous? You broke your promise to dad." Paul wasn't in the mood for her excuses. He lashed out and slapped her hard across the face. "What was that for?" she said, holding her face, shocked that he had slapped her rather than offering her a fist. "You know what it is for!" he hissed. "I'll mess up all your future attempts at romance for this!" He went to his own room and collapsed on his bed and started to cry. It wasn't long before his dad came in. "You're convinced its over, aren't you?" he said. "Of course it is! Didn't you see the way her dad looked at me? He'll never let me near her again!" "I hope that isn't so. I don't want you to break up," he said, sitting down on the bed beside him. "Its too late. I wish Joanne would go to hell," sobbed Paul. "Your sister wasn't right in how she exposed you, she will be punished. But please let us carry out the punishments, you caught her hard on the face," said Dad. "She deserved it!" said Paul. "So, I just want to know why you decided to do it now?" asked Dad. "I told you, we made a pact," said Paul. "But why now? You said you would wait until you left school," Paul looked at his dad and thought. He couldn't explain that he was expecting to lose all function in his manhood within the next few weeks. He would love to tell him, but he had been told not to. His frustration with his female self grew at that moment. "I cannot say. You would never understand," he said bluntly, looking resolute. "You sure? If its some bet at school or something like that, you must tell me." "Its not. But I cannot tell you. Please don't ask again," said Paul. "Well, okay, but if you change your mind, I'm ready to listen." Alex left and went downstairs. Laura was just surveying the bruise that was starting to show on Joanne's face. "He did catch her hard," she said. "You need to apologise to Paul," said Alex to Joanne. "For this? He owes me!" replied Joanne, pointing to her face. "No, for the way you exposed him and Kelly. You wanted to get him into trouble, didn't you?" "Well, no, he was breaking his promise to you," she answered. "Never mind broken promises, Paul is now convinced his relationship is over. You didn't see the look on Kelly's father's face. You have got what you wanted." "I suppose I'm at fault too," sighed Laura. "I told her parents what had happened over the phone." "This is so wrong. I hope for everyones sake that the damage done tonight is repaired. Paul truly loves Kelly, that I am sure of," said Alex.