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The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 7 Paul was seething after his sister's actions. He remained in his room for the remainder of the night and eventually turned in. He started to dream uneasily, and his female self entered. "You seem troubled?" she asked. "Yes, my sister, that spoilt bitch, has ruined my relationship with the girl I love." "Is the relationship off?" she added. "It's got to be! Her parents will bar her from seeing me now," he replied. "Don't give up just yet. This is just a blip, as you might say. You'll work things out," she replied. "You sure?" he replied, sounding unconvinced. "Absolutely. You'll find a way. But treasure that moment you made love to her, don't let your sister's actions blemish the memory." She left their meeting there. For now, Paul was a little more comfortable in his sleep, though he was keen to know how this situation could be resolved. The following day, his dad reminded him about helping with the car. It was certainly a distraction from the problem in hand. He and Joanne were certainly not on speaking terms, and refused to look at one another. Paul was not ready to forgive her, and it seemed as though she herself, was no nearer to apologising. Paul had decided to put the used condom in the kitchen bin. He wanted to show his parents that he had used one. It was the only thing which had pleased his parents. "I hope one day, you can provide us with grandchildren," said Laura. "I hope so too," he replied, not wanting to think about it. He knew the odds of that were now most certainly zero. Alex met him by the car. He had a bucket, a bottle of engine oil and a cloth with him. "Ok son, I'm just doing the basics with her. Checking the oil and water, cleaning the plugs and checking the lights. I might even wash her later." "Ok dad," said Paul. "So, what's first?" "Check the lights I suppose. Got to get behind the wheel to open the bonnet too," replied Alex. "Which ones first?" asked Paul. "Front lights." Paul stood in front of the car and watched as Alex switched on the headlights then worked the indicators. All worked fine and Paul pointed this out. He then went to the back of the car to check the back lights. It seemed like the check up would see the car pass with flying colours. Alex then reached for the bonnet switch and got out of the car. Paul was of course interested in what was under the bonnet. He understood most of the workings of engines thanks to his car magazines. But for now, it was just routine work. Still, he had never helped Alex with the car before and was keen to get some first hand experience. He didn't get to do much, but enjoyed watching his dad clean the sparkplugs and checking the oil. He was then sent back into the house to get a bottle of water for the radiator. "Ok, that went well. Lets go and give her a wash, shall we?" he asked. "After we do ourselves," said Paul holding up his oil stained hands. "Right you are," said Alex. They returned later with buckets of soapy water and some sponges. Dinner was ready by the time they were finished. "Go well?" asked Laura. "Great, doesn't look as if theres anything wrong. Looks sparking too," said Alex. "Hey Paul, your hair is getting a bit thick at the back. Wouldn't be a bad idea just to get it trimmed at the barbers." Paul felt his hair and realised it was thick. But a trip to the barbers wasn't on his to do list any time soon. "I don't think so. I like it like this," he said. "You know he wants it a bit longer," said Laura. "Yeah, but it is thick," said Alex. * * * Paul decided to do some homework after dinner. He needed to keep his mind occupied with the incident from yesterday still hurting. He thought about what is dad had said about his hair. He felt it once more and stood by his decision to refuse the barbers. It felt good and certainly thought it would feel better longer. The thoughts went to his groin and he felt his trousers tent. "How much longer?" he sighed as he thought now on his erection. Sunday came and he hadn't had another dream with his future self in it. He was still thinking of Kelly and how wonderful it had been to explore her body. "You're still thinking of her," said Alex, reading his mind. "Is it that obvious?" asked Paul. "Very," said Alex. "I suppose you still feel a bit annoyed about Friday but its done and dusted. I suppose you'll see her at school anyway." "Yes, but the best times are outside school, walking home with her," sighed Paul. Paul spent most of the day in his room again, going over his homework, reading more notes. It was when he was looking at one paper that he noticed it: his hand looked slightly smaller. He hadn't noticed it before because the difference was so minute, but after looking closely, it was plain to see. His hands had got smaller and the fingers were slightly thinner. He looked at them for a few minutes. "The change is still tiny and so theres nothing to worry about yet," he thought. The thoughts slipped back to his homework and he thought nothing more of it. Monday arrived and Joanne was still yet to apologise, though she did seem less hostile. Paul was wondering whether guilt was eating at her. Still, he wasn't going to press her for one. She was wearing make-up to disguise her bruised cheek. That was something that struck Paul, for he suddenly realised that he had slapped her, rather than punched her. Only girls slapped people around the face, didn't they? He ventured off to school eager to see how Kelly had coped. He had arrived at the bike shed only to find that she was not standing there waiting as usual. She was standing not far away, but out of shot of the gate. She gestured him towards her. "How come you're over here?" he asked her. "My dad dropped me off and as far as I know, he's been waiting in the car for you to arrive," she said. "He's been protective of you?" replied Paul. "Sort of. His faith in you has been dented. I explained everything as best as I could but it seems he believes in sex after marriage," she answered. "Well, his hopes are gone. And his hopes of a straight marriage are too," said Paul. "I don't regret Friday. I didn't think a boy could make me feel that way, but you did," said Kelly. "Do you still like girls?" he asked. "If you think I'm pulling out when you decide to wear skirts, think again. I'll love you no matter what sex you are," she replied and, belatedly, gave him his morning kiss. "But your parents do," said Paul. "Don't go there. I hate their attitude towards gays," she said. The bell rang and they headed indoor. Paul was right about his hands, nobody noticed. When dinner arrived and he met Kelly again, he wondered whether or not to mention Friday evening. Kelly had decided to keep quiet about it, so he decided to follow suit. Instead they listened to the stories their friends had to tell. "So, Linda and I went to a fancy restaurant, with our parents," said Kevin. "Nothing happened apart from the fact that our parents got on really well." "That must be a good sign," said Kelly. "Has to be. To be honest, I've never enjoyed myself like this in a long time," said Linda "Mom did my nails and let me put on some make-up!" "Yep, and that dress she wore made her look like a princess," beamed Kevin. "Did you get any photos?" asked Alicia. Kelly nodded, agreeing with her. "Yes, dad got a photo of us together," said Linda. Paul felt uncomfortable at this talk of a Valentines night gone right. If only that cow of a sister hadn't dropped a bomb on their happy moment. Mike and Alicia however hadn't done anything as special as Kevin and Linda had done. This made Paul feel better. When it came down to him and Kelly to talk about their Friday, they decided to stick to a part truth, that Kelly had gone round to have dinner at Paul's. As they left the dining area, Kelly turned to Paul. "Is it ok if I tell Linda?" she asked him. "Why?" he replied. "I feel I need to tell someone and Linda is someone I trust. She does know about me being gay." "Well, I suppose so," he said. Kelly told Linda on the way to class, keeping her voice low. "So, Paul has made a straight girl out of you after all," said Linda. "Yes, I really did enjoy it, but his sister ruined it by outing us," said Kelly. "That wasn't fair. But you did enjoy it?" asked Linda, now hoping to end the talk quickly as they approached their next class. "I'd certainly give up girls for him," said Kelly. After school, Kelly gave Paul a goodbye kiss and headed off alone. He soon saw why: her dad was waiting in his car. "I'm going to put him straight," said Paul to himself. "Kelly and I are still together even if he doesn't like it." He got on his bike and made not for home, but for Kelly's house. * * * He allowed Mr Walker to get a head start and then followed. He knew where to go anyway so losing the car wasn't a problem. He arrived at their house and pulled up at the front door. "Mr Walker. I think we need to talk," he said as Kelly's father arrived at the door. "Come to apologise?" he replied. "I suppose it was wrong of us to do it when we did, but I never intended to hurt your daughter. Kelly and I still love each other dearly and wish to continue seeing each other." "Easy for you to say that, but what about being intimate? I did hear how you used contraception and I'm pleased at that, but I believe you will want to do it again," said Mr Walker. "I promise that it will never happen again," said Paul, now noticing Kelly standing in the hallway. "You really promise?" said Mr Walker. He turned to his daughter and asked her the same question. "I promise," said Paul and Kelly together. "Paul, I forgot to give you this on Friday," said Kelly. She gave him a box containing a chocolate car with "To Paul, with love" written on it in icing. "Thank you," said Paul. "Thank you again for the flowers," smiled Kelly. "No problem. Mr Walker, can I walk her home again?" asked Paul. "Ok, you can. Its obvious you're not a bad lad after all," he replied. "Thanks. See you tomorrow Kelly," said Paul. "Will do. Goodbye," said Kelly. Paul got on his bike when he was back on the pavement and headed for home. He seemed to have settled the problem of seeing Kelly with her parents but he now knew he had a promise to keep and that they would be making doubly sure he kept it. He arrived home not too late, having made up the time on his bike. Still, it did warrant a question from his parents. "You're slightly late," asked Laura. "Just been to see the Walkers. I've settled things with them and Kelly and I are free to see one another again," he smiled. "Thats wonderful!" said Laura. She was about to hug him when the phone rang. It turned out to be Mr Walker, calling to confirm Paul's story. "That was him just now," she said turning back to Paul. "You made a promise to him." "Yes, I did," sighed Paul. "Well, break this promise and its over for good," said Laura. Paul nodded. It felt bad, but when he later realised that any hopes of doing it again were soon to be dashed by his ensuing sex change, it didn't feel too bad in a way. "So, your relationship is not over?" asked Joanne, breaking her silence with him. "No, it isn't over. Yes, I've had to agree terms but all in all, its still go," he replied, still feeling resentment towards her. "Sorry I messed things up. I shouldn't have done it," she said, her voice was full of guilt. "I hope you get a boyfriend that works out," he said finally. "Thanks," she replied. Paul went to his room and opened his bag. He took out the chocolate car and looked at it. Only then did he feel that there was something else in the box. He opened the box and tipped it up. Out came a small mirror. He looked inside the box again and found a note. "This is for you to practice with. Lots of love - Kelly." He knew what practice meant. He opened the drawer where the box of condoms and lipstick were and put the mirror with them. "I will practice, my love," he said to himself as he shut the drawer. That night he had another dream. The girl was there once more. "You solved the problem then?" she asked. "I appear to, but its no more sex between us," he replied. "A relationship is based on more than just sex. You should know that by now," she added. "I know, just to be with her, to hold her hand. My feelings for her are more valuable than anything else," he said "And this is what will pull you through. You have noticed a few changes over the past week and I'm going to tell you that they will start to increase over the next few weeks. Don't panic, everything will work out just fine," she stated. "Oh boy. This does mean she'll never have sex with me again," he sighed. "It means she won't have sex with Paul again," said his future self. "By the way, your hair is looking good." "Thanks, I mean, oh why do I...?" he said. "You're growing it out, aren't you?" she added. "Yes, I am, and I really am looking forward to having it like yours," he said, a bit too brightly for his liking. "Of course you are," she smiled. With that, she left him. * * * Paul got up wondering why he still contested growing his hair. He had already stated it to Kelly that he intended to grow it down past his shoulders. Talking of Kelly, he remembered that his daily ritual of walking with her on the way home was back on. He visualised walking down the street with her hand in hand, but with him as a girl, wearing a knee length skirt and his long hair blowing in the breeze. He then turned to her and placed his painted lips to hers and shared a lingering kiss with her. "Oh crap! I'm going to need clean underwear!" he sighed, as the dream ended up wet. He headed off to school as usual and found that Kelly was waiting in her normal spot by the bike shed. "Morning Paul," she beamed at him, wrapping her arms around him as he walked away from his bike. She kissed him more warmly than she usually did in the mornings. "Morning," he replied. "Meeting you here makes coming to school worth while." "Thanks to you," she replied. "Anything to report?" "Yes, and it can wait till later," he said. "Ok, later then," she said At dinner Kelly met up with Paul wondering whether they could discuss their actions from Friday now that it had been cleared up. "I suppose we can, but keep it short. I don't want it spread around the school." So, at their usual table, Paul decided to come clean about Friday. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?!" asked Kevin. "Way to go!" said Mike. "Keep it down, you two," said Kelly. "We don't want the whole school to know." "The reason is because my sister caused problems and since that problem was only sorted out yesterday, we decided to keep quiet," said Paul. "But now we cannot do it again. My parents are threatening to break us up if we do," said Kelly. "But does this mean forever?" asked Mike. "Most likely till we marry," said Paul. "Kelly's parents have that view - no nookie till knotted." "So, do you want to marry her?" asked Alicia. Paul just looked at Kelly and pondered. He couldn't deny it. "Yes, I do," he said finally. Kelly was on the verge of tears. Kevin and Mike were on the verge of making some noise when their girlfriends gave them fierce looks that deflated their celebrations to be. "It wouldn't be unheard of for childhood couples to tie the knot," said Linda. "I think you ought to, you have really hit it off with one another." After school, Kelly asked Paul about it. "You really would marry me right now?" she said. "I couldn't tell a lie. I want you in my life, I love you so much," he replied. "I would gladly accept your proposal now," she said. "But your change just complicates things." "I would still marry you then. I had a daydream this morning about us, not as we are now, but as girlfriends, lesbians. It made me cum in my underpants though." "Did it?!" she chuckled. "I would accept even then, but I was refering to my parents of course." "Moving on to my changes, my hands are getting smaller," he said. "They don't look smaller, well they don't look any less boyish," she said, taking a closer look. "Also, I was told that the changes are going to be more noticeable from now on." "Well, they're bound to be," she replied. "And then theres my hair," he added. "My parents think it needs trimming at the back." "It is thick, but I think that will only make it better. What did you say to them?" "I told them I was leaving it as it was. I like it like this," he replied. "But that left them puzzled." "Tell them I like it like that. Ok, so I do. It will look and feel good long," she said. "I hope it does," he said. "So far, this is the only part of being a girl that I'm looking forward to." "Well, thats a start. You may find something else to look forward too later," she said. "Oops, did I say some thing wrong?" "No, its ok. My future self did say that my friendship with you will offer the help I need," he said. "Well, she's right. I'm right here for you. I'm sure you'll manage somehow." "Thanks. Thanks for your little gift too," he added. "Oh, the car. That was nothing," she said. "I meant the mirror," he said "Oh, that," she added. "Practiced yet?" "No, but I will when I get the chance. By the way, I got an apology out of my sister." "Oh, thats great. Though I have to agree that she was a bit mean," said Kelly. "So, thats about it," he said. "Any thoughts on next week? It is half term," she asked. "No, but you'd be welcome at my place anytime," he said. "I'd say the same, if you don't mind constant monitoring from my parents," she replied. "I wonder what they'd think if I arrived with long hair?" he asked. "They might demand you get it cut. I on the other hand would suggest you continue to grow it," "Couldn't we just elope?" he asked. "If our parents refuse to accept a wonderful lesbian couple, then yes." "Times getting on. See you tomorrow," he said, kissing her and then getting on his bike. "Bye handsome," she called after him. * * * Paul spent that afternoon wondering how to spend the half term break. Kelly was right in saying her parents would never let them out of their sight for a moment in their house. Whether or not his parents would do the same, was not out of the question. He also thought about the changes he could expect in the next week or so, and if he needed to disguise them at school, or at home even. He was pondering over more revision homework but his mind was certainly not focused on it. He ran his fingers through his hair, as he often did these days. He certainly wanted it longer and wasn't going to fight it. Again, thoughts turned to Kelly, who was all for his hair growing and her parents who would certainly oppose it, thanks to their homophobic beliefs. He tried picturing himself as a girl and found it not as intimidating as it had been. Still, the thought of people staring and mocking at him for having breasts or long hair troubled him. He then thought about how his parents would react when this mystery person told them about him. He turned to the drawer with the mirror and lipstick and removed them. He looked at them for a short while and then went to the door. Checking that no one was around, he closed it and sat on his bed. He twisted the tube and admired the waxy lipstick that was revealed. He held the mirror up and slowly started applying it to his lips. He pouted at the mirror and admired his work. He hadn't done too bad. He felt a bulge in his trousers but ignored it. He tried to make his hair more effeminate looking, for at this moment, he felt more like a girl than ever. "Dinner will be ready shortly!" came his mother's voice from the bottom of the stairs. This shook him from his reverie and he dashed to the toilet to wipe the lipstick off. Flushing the used tissue down the toilet, he went back to his room to put the mirror and lipstick back. He also tidied up his hair. "Ok, I've made Spaghetti Bolognese tonight," said Laura as he arrived in the kitchen. "Any garlic bread?" asked Joanne as she arrived on the scene. "Might be some in the cupboard," said Laura. "Don't offer me any," said Paul. "Can't stand the smell!" "Don't worry, we know you don't like it," she replied. Joanne did find some and Paul was the only one who refused. Not sure whether he had made the best of removing his lipstick, he went about getting sauce over his lips. "Blimey, you're a messy eater!" said Joanne. "So what if I am?" he said nonplussed. "There's some kitchen towel in the kitchen, use that to wipe your mouth," said Laura. Paul took the invite and went to the kitchen. He used a saucepan as a makeshift mirror. When satisfied, he returned to the dining table. "Missed a spot," said Alex. "What?" said Paul taken aback. "Only kidding." Paul cleared his plate and took it in to the kitchen. He then went to the bathroom to make really sure. He looked in the mirror and thought for a moment that it seemed higher up. Only fractionally. He knew that wasn't the case. He had shrunk. He went to his room and got a pencil. He went over to the door frame and stood by it, and drew a line above his head with the pencil. He turned to look where it had been placed. It was a good 2 centimetres below his last. He gulped. He sat on his bed and pondered. The bigger changes were approaching and that made him nervous. He looked at the drawer where the lipstick, mirror and condoms were hidden. He now knew that the latter would likely go unused. This fact hurt him, for he wanted to make out with Kelly again, but the promise he had made with her parents and the changes to come within him made this impossible. "I just wish it was me who told my parents. This is so unfair!" he thought. "I want them to understand that I am becoming a girl, that I want to be a girl." He realised what he had thought, and shivered. He had admitted to himself that he wanted the changes, that he wanted to be a girl. Yet somehow, the thoughts seemed calming. He lost himself in these thoughts, imagining himself to be a girl, with long hair and curves that would make any boy, or girl drool over. He really only wanted girls to drool, not boys, and one girl in particular. "I'm a lesbian, never been interested in boys and only in girls," he thought. "I really want to hang around with girls more often." He however snapped out of these thoughts eventually and felt a cold sweat on his forehead. He, for a few minutes, had been mentally female and it felt good. * * * Paul wanted to explain this to his female self and got his wish that very night. "You felt like a girl just a few hours ago. These are just a sample of how you will feel when the changes are complete," she said "But why now? I don't want these thoughts to just come out in a crowded area, such as school," he asked. "These thoughts are your thoughts. In many ways, they are like the ones you consider your own, though you'll see yourself as a girl in them. Your boyish thoughts are still present and will be for a while yet. I think you just need to put your mind into other things for a while. But I understand you liked these thoughts?" she answered. "I did," he said unsurely. "I thought of Kelly in much the way I do now, I see myself as a lesbian." "Thats because I am a lesbian" she smiled. "A very girly one at that, with maybe a hint of boy thrown in." Paul smiled weakly. "Well, I'll be seeing you. Just be vigilant for the next few days," she said and with that, left him. How vigilant he had to be was slammed into his face that very morning: he woke up feeling that something was not quite right. His groin felt lighter. He looked down and saw that his penis was still there, but.... "My balls!!! They're smaller!" he said in a low voice that echoed panic. Upon closer study, he noticed that they had partially reentered his body. After regaining his composure, he got dressed and headed to the bathroom for his usual morning wash. He tried not to think about it and got through breakfast without trouble. "See you this afternoon," said Laura as he left for school. Paul arrived at school and found Kelly waiting as usual. "This is important," he whispered to Kelly after they had their kiss. "Something happened?" she asked. "I'm losing my balls," he whispered. "Oh my! Are you ok?" she asked anxiously. "I'll tell you later," he said. Paul couldn't wait for the day to end just so he could tell her. It was the usual mix that lessons had become, with some new stuff and loads of old, brought back for revision purposes. All in all, it proved enough to keep his mind off his new concerns. When the day did end, he was glad to get out. Kelly was just as keen to finish and met him soon after. Once out of sight of the school, they began. "So, the changes have begun?" she asked. "Yes, it appears so. I'm losing my boyhood," he sighed. "Don't fret yet, you're still boy enough for me," she assured him. Paul just smiled. "I am a lesbian, you know?" "So am I, but not entirely," said Kelly. "I would like Paul around as long as possible." "I'll try but I'm having thoughts of being a girl, and I'm finding them enjoyable," he admitted. "What thoughts are these?" she asked. "Making love to you," he said. "That all?" she smiled. "Making out with you couldn't be anything else." "Well, the girl in my dreams admitted that she's a lesbian, a girly one with a hint of boy," he added. "Sounds nice, especially if that hint of boy is you. That is all I want in the end - you, the person. Long hair, ample breasts and a wet pussy may be my main turn ons but as long as its you inside, thats all that matters to me." "So, after I manage to survive school, can I come and get my ears and nails done with you?" "I would be delighted to have you with me," she giggled. "But, as you were saying about surviving school?" "Its about hiding breasts, loss of height - I have lost a little height, and maybe a lack of equipment downstairs," he said. "And also some added luggage in your trunk," she added. "What?" he asked. "Your bum and hips. Us girls have extra width and bigger bums. This could be a bigger problem than your yet to arrive breasts." "Oh shit!" he said. "My trousers wouldn't fit! Is there anything I could do?" "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it" she said finally. "I have an idea about your breasts, when they arrive. Do you have any idea at all how long you've got?" "No I haven't, but its going to be finished before school does," he explained. "This is tricky. We need to keep in touch more. Have you a mobile?" she asked. "No, I haven't. Why?" he asked. "Next week is half term and unless we meet up somewhere, we won't be able to talk. I'll give you my mobile number anyway. When you get one, we can keep in touch." "Ok, I'll try and persuade my dad to get me one," said Paul taking the piece of paper she gave him. "Fine, when you do, call me," she added. "See you tomorrow then," he said, kissing her and heading off. When he arrived home, he put it straight to Alex. "Dad, can I have a mobile phone, please?" "Want to keep in touch with someone? Kelly, perhaps?" he asked. "Yes, she has one and she does want to keep in touch. Especially next week," said Paul. "Ok, I'll see what I can do," said Alex. "Thanks," he replied, now heading for his room and dumping his bag on the floor. Paul sat by his desk, staring down at the paper that had started this whole affair. "I'm starting to feel glad I got it. It sounds utterly stupid, but I am," he thought. "It would be nice to have a few make-up kits on this desk, some ponytail loops as well. All the joys of being a girl," he added, his thoughts suddenly changing gender. "I wonder how many dresses is enough?" "Any particular network?" came his dad's voice from behind the door. The door opened and Alex's head appeared around it. "Network? Oh, phone! Not bothered," said Paul, awoken from his thoughts. "I thought you might have had one in mind?" added Alex. "No, I didn't," replied Paul. "Ok, I'll get you a good one, but not too pricey. Got more homework?" "Yes, more homework," said Paul, now reaching for his bag. "I'll leave you to it then," said Alex and he left, shutting the door. "I'd rather be practising putting on lipstick than doing geometry," sighed Paul as he looked down at the revision sheet given to him during maths. * * * Paul awoke next morning and looked between his legs once more. His testes had made further progress and were barely visible. Even the scrotum seemed to be getting smaller. Only his penis remained and that was losing its vitality. It certainly felt different walking with this void between his legs. He walked to the bathroom and found that his height was indeed shrinking. It was marginal at first and nobody had really noticed. He was wondering how long it would be before that changed. His feet were continuing to shrink too, and he now needed 3 pairs of socks to hold his shoes on. He made a mental note to himself to ask the girl in his dreams about her shoe size and height. He went down and had breakfast before heading off for school once more. "So, any further changes?" asked Kelly on his arrival. "Nearly gone," he said to her. "I'm getting shorter too." "You are shorter," she said standing by him. "Anyway of making me taller?" he asked her. "None that I know of," she said. "I'll talk about it after school, see you at dinner." Classes would have been better had Mike kept his mouth shut. Paul knew Mike too well to take half his talk seriously. "I've been noticing you've been letting your hair grow of late," he said during their first lesson. "So what? I fancied a change," said Paul. "Getting long though?" asked Mike. "Its not that long! Its barely covering the tops of my ears," said Paul. "Ok, but don't let it go too far," asked Mike. Paul looked at him scathingly. "Got a problem?!" "You want it long?" asked Mike. "Mike, I don't care what you think! Its my choice, not yours!" said Paul. "Mike and Paul, would you please leave your conversation till break! I will not have talking in my class!" called the teacher. "Sorry sir," they both replied and returned to their work. Outside the classroom, Mike brought something else up. "I thought you were slightly taller than me. We appear to be the same height now," "Maybe you've grown," said Paul. "Anything else about my appearance you find curious?" Mike took the hint that Paul was finding this probing annoying and shut up - till dinner. "Something going on with Paul, he wants his hair long and he appears to be getting shorter," said Mike to the rest at the table. "Mike, would you be so kind to SHUT UP!" said Paul. Everyone was looking from Paul to Mike, wondering what was going on. "Is it true, you're growing your hair out?" asked Alicia. "No," said Paul. "Just going for the mullet." "I asked him to," said Kelly. "I like his hair like this." Paul looked at Kelly as though to say thanks. "And I think that Mike has grown a bit because he now is claiming to be on a par with me," said Paul. "Which is nothing to brag about." "So, is that all?" asked Kevin. "Yes," said Paul. "Anyone got a problem with it?" Everyone just looked, afraid that they might upset Paul further. As he left the dining hall, Alicia came up to him. "If you want long hair, thats up to you. I don't mind it one bit. It actually looks nice." "Thanks Alicia. Tell that to your boyfriend," said Paul. "He is a bit of a git at times," she replied, understanding Paul's agitation. "110% git today," said Paul. "I just wish he'd find something sensible to talk about." Mike remained quiet for the remainder of the day, thanks to Paul staring daggers at him. As usual, Paul met Kelly by the bike shed. "Do you think Mike is a problem?" she asked. "He always has been. He digs the holes, Kevin and I pull him out," said Paul. "Thanks for your comment today anyway." "Did you mean what you said, about just wanting a mullet?" she asked. "I said that to avoid suspicion. Of course I want my hair long," he replied. "Ready to go?" "So, your testes are almost gone?" asked Kelly on the way. "Yes, almost. It certainly feels different without them. I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow morning, I found them gone." "How much height have you lost?" she asked. "About 2-3 centimetres. I just hope that prat doesn't check his height." "Put some blocks in your shoes, or anything for that matter - under your heels," she replied. "Like what?" he asked. "Anything," she said. "Ok, I'll look for something. Anything to keep Mike quiet." Paul kissed her goodbye and headed home. He was in the process of dropping his bag off in his room when Alex stopped him. "Will this do?" he said, showing Paul a small box. "Sure it will! Great, thanks dad!" said Paul, examining the new mobile phone. He took it to his room and took it from the box. Immediate use was out of the question as it needed a day to charge. He used the plug socket in his room and left the paper with Kelly's number by it. The next thing to do was think of what to put in his shoes to give him back his lost height.