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The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 12 Paul spent Saturday trying to watch the practice and qualifying sessions for the Malaysian Grand Prix. Kevin would be coming for to watch the race and have dinner too. His viewing pleasure on Saturday however, was disturbed by Laura, who had decided that there was a programme she wanted to watch. "Mom! You know I like to watch every aspect of a Grand Prix!" he complained. "We like to watch the television too," was her answer. Paul knew this answer off by heart. Action films, sports and anything associated as being "masculine" were not on Laura or Joanne's programming schedule. The problem of having one television and conflicting interests. "Dad. This is getting annoying. I think I need a telly of my own, so I can watch my stuff without being told to make way for them." "Still firmly a boy when it comes to television?" he replied. "I know what you mean. Come on, I think we can get you a cheap enough telly." Paul went off with Alex to get a television. "Any chance of one with Freeview?" asked Paul. "Maybe, lets see what we can find. Best to get some aerial extension leads too." Around midday, they arrived back home with a small television that not only had Freeview, but came with a DVD player built in. Alex had also bought an aerial extension kit and spent the next few hours connecting the new telly to the aerial socket downstairs. Paul was quickly tuning up his new telly and watching a rerun of "Only Fools and Horses" after finding out that there was no more F1 for a few hours yet. "So, no more worrying about the telly downstairs," said Alex. "Absolutely not," smiled Paul. "All I need now is a games console." "You'll have to wait for that," said Alex. "No problem. Though I don't suppose there are any clothes designer games out there," said Paul with a wry smile. "Oh, just watch your shows," laughed Alex. Paul knew that if Dad hadn't been in the know, that joke may well have gone down like a lead balloon. At least he could watch the grand prix without interruptions. Sunday arrived and Kevin arrived early, for the race was on fairly early due to time zone differences. "Morning Kev," said Paul as his friend entered the house. "Watching it upstairs in my room." "Ok, nearly time isn't it?" he asked. "Almost," said Paul. "Just doing the interviews in the pit lane at the moment." Kevin followed him to his room. "Been a while since I came here. Whoa, you've still got your cars then?" said Kevin. "Yep, not getting rid of them. Even if I do add a wardrobe or two in here." "I suppose that means you'll be getting loads of dresses and skirts?" asked Kevin, looking ashamed. "Kev, I may be joining the other side, but I still want our friendship to continue," said Paul. "But it just won't be the same. You'll be into hair and make-up and other girly things," said Kevin. "I'm still passionate about motorcars and racing. Now, if you don't mind sitting down, the parade lap is about to begin." "Even as a girl?" said Kevin. "Yep, now don't ask more questions," said Paul, his eyes glued to the screen. "Just got this telly?" asked Kevin, apparently having not heard Paul's last words. "Yes, dad got it me yesterday," said Paul hastily. Kevin did shut up then, as the parade lap was drawing to a close and the race was moments from starting. "Come on Hamilton!" cried Paul as the McClaren moved up to second in the field on the third corner. "Brought you some crisps up," said Laura, entering the room around an hour later. "Thanks mom. Any chance of a drink too please?" said Paul. "Yes, I'll get you two some drinks. That okay Kevin?" said Laura. "Yes, Mrs Smith," he replied. "Come on Hamilton!" cried Paul once more. The British driver was leading with just 5 laps to go, but the driver in second wasn't far behind. "Oh, get outta the way" shouted Kevin, as Hamilton encountered a back ender. "He'll have to let him pass, otherwise he'll be penalised," said Paul. "Look, hes getting a blue flag." Sure enough, the driver moved over and let Hamilton lap him. Minutes later, Paul and Kevin were on their feet as Hamilton took the chequered flag. "Go Hamilton!" cheered Paul. His teammate and fellow Brit, Jensen Button came third. "Great race," said Kevin. "Yep, and a result to match," said Paul. "So, whats for dinner later?" "Ask my mom," said Paul. "She sometimes leaves us guessing. But, as its Sunday, it'll be a roast for sure." "I have to admit, you're still living in a boys room," said Kevin. "Of course I am," said Paul, slightly offended. "What did you expect? I'm becoming a girl, so paint my room pink and decorate it with flowers!" Kevin sniggered at Paul's impression of a girl. "Chuckle now, but my voice will sound more convincing at a later date," he smiled. "So, will you have this room done out in pink?" asked Kevin. "I don't know. But the room will be slightly different, with wardrobes and a dressing table," said Paul. "But the cars and autographs are staying put?" said Kevin. "Most definitely. Sentimental, those photos are," said Paul. Paul took the glasses and crisp packets downstairs, gave Alex a brief account of the race and came back to his room to inform Kevin that dinner was still an hour away. "You're going to miss being a boy, aren't you?" asked Kevin. "Yes, without a doubt, but I can't help feeling good about becoming a girl," said Paul. "I'm still going to like the activities I do now, and a few more." "Like growing your hair out and growing boobs," said Kevin. "Yes, I am. If you want to see them, here you are," said Paul, taking off his shirt and lifting up his sports bra. "Ok, so you've got boobs! They're kinda big, aren't they?" said Kevin in utter shock. "What do you expect? To be honest, I'm glad I'm not Kiera Knightly," said Paul. "Yes, good looking, but no cleavage," said Kevin. "Yep," said Paul, putting his clothes back on. "So, do you see boys differently?" asked Kevin. "Don't fret. Linda isn't facing any competition. I'm still attracted to girls only. Kelly is the only one for me," said Paul. "Kelly is lucky to have you," said Kevin at last. "Not all that lucky. Her parents will stand in the way. Other than that, no problems." "So, what do you want to do for an hour or so?" asked Kevin. "I'll bring up some DVDs. I haven't tried the player on my telly yet," said Paul. * * * After watching most of a James Bond film, Paul and Kevin were called to dinner. "Chicken, hope you don't mind?" asked Laura. "No Mrs Smith, not at all," said Kevin. "So I gather you're up to speed with what is happening to Paul?" asked Alex. "Yes, ruddy unbelivable. It's going to be strange to see him in dresses," said Kevin. "Tell us that," said Laura. "You see him for a few hours a day, five days a week. We see him most of every day, every week." "Don't worry Kev, you won't be seeing me like that for a good while yet," said Paul. "Good, I don't think I could take it yet," he replied, hoping to sound unoffensive. As with Kelly before hand, Alex was enquiring on what Kevin was going to do after school. "College. Need a few extra qualifications to get a job. Might become a scientist and find a formula that turns people into mutants," he said, finishing with a laugh. "What B-movies have you been watching of late?" asked Alex. "Too many, by the sounds of it," laughed Paul. Paul was then asked to give a more detailed run down of the race, which he gladly provided. Alex was clearly the only one listening. Laura and Joanne had decided to start their own conversation on a subject more to their taste. "So, Hamilton is in the hunt then?" asked Alex at the end. "Yes, but loads of races to go. Anything can happen," said Paul. "Which one is next?" asked Kevin. "I think they said Australia. Not a bad circuit," said Paul. After dinner followed pudding, after which, Paul and Kevin went back upstairs to watch the rest of the film. They just had enough time, because no sooner had the end credits started, Kevin's dad had arrived to take him home. "See you tomorrow then," said Paul. "Might ask you to come again for the Australian GP." "Might do. Thats 2 weeks, isn't it?" said Kevin. "Yes," said Paul. "Ok, see ya," said Kevin. "Thanks for the dinner." After Kevin had left, Paul went back to his room. His mom followed him. "So, he'll be around again in a fortnight?" she asked. "Yeah, for the next grand prix," said Paul. "I thought you might have invited him around next weekend as well." "Might do. I can always ask him," said Paul. "This isn't to get me to be more of a boy, is it?" "No, I just thought you liked having your friends around," she replied. Somehow, he didn't quite believe her. Shutting the door, he located his lipstick and mirror and proceeded to paint his lips. He then went back to watching his television. It wasn't until the next morning when he woke up that he realised that he'd done something wrong. His pillow was covered in reddish pink blotches. When he went into the bathroom, he found out why: he had slept the whole night with lipstick on! "Oh shit!" he thought, and quickly wiped it off with some tissue before making sure with some soap and water. He went back to his room and removed the dirty pillowcase and found a clean replacement in his chest of drawers. Begrudgingly, he took the dirty one downstairs and put it in the laundry basket. "What have you done?" asked Laura, noticing him in the act. He showed her. "I don't know, you slept with lipstick on. You still need to learn a few things young lad. Do you need a clean one?" "I've already done that," he replied. "Alright, go and have breakfast," she added, shaking her head. "So, soiled your pillow?" asked Joanne as he sat down by the table. "Yep," he sighed. "I was bloody careless." "Less of the bloody please!" came Laura's voice from the kitchen. "I'm still keen to let you paint my nails," said Joanne in a whisper. "It's good practice for yourself." Paul smiled. He couldn't wait to have his own nails painted. But school beckoned and he quickly got his bag sorted and left. The lipstick episode left him feeling out of sorts. He just felt guilty about doing it. His mind was put at ease by his favourite smile in the world. "Whats up?" asked Kelly. "I spent the night wearing lipstick," he said. "Ended up all over my pillow." She merely giggled. "Its not funny," he replied. "You've still got some on your lips," she smiled. "Where?!" he panicked, trying to find it. "Just kidding," she giggled. She kissed him again, just to calm him down. In lessons, Mike was no different. What had caused such a huge change in him, Paul couldn't fathom out. He couldn't care less either. Mike had dug a hole and put himself in it, and Paul was not interested in helping him out of it. Besides, it certainly helped sitting alone, for the physical changes were getting to the stage where they would be noticed before long. His face remained boyish looking for now, though his hair was now covering the tops of his ears comfortably. At dinner, Paul asked Kevin if he wanted to come round next weekend too. "Sorry mate, but I'm spending some time with Linda. I'll be around the weekend after that for the racing of course," he replied. "Ok, not a problem," replied Paul. "I think my mom wants you to bring out the boy in me again." "Is that all!" said Kevin. "Watching Formula 1 is boys stuff." "I'll be watching it in skirts too," said Paul. "Ok, so I got it wrong," sighed Kevin. "Kev, don't be sorry. I'll just be breaking a few stupid stereotypes, thats all," said Paul. "So, hows Alicia?" asked Linda, changing the subject. "How does it sound if I told you I still like Mike?" she replied. "Sounds like you're barmy," said Kelly. "Thats what I thought," sighed Alicia. "I'm mad at him for how he's treated myself and Paul, but yet, I still like him." "Just give up on him. There are plenty of others out there who would treat you much better than him," said Linda. "I know, but I can't get him out of my head," she added. "Do you think Mike still cares for her?" asked Kevin. "He may do, but his stupid pride is getting in the way," said Paul. "There is only one way to find out," said Kelly. "Corner him. Either Linda or I. Girls seem to frighten him more. Well, since Alicia kicked him somewhere." "I would rather see Alicia find someone else. Mike has dug his own grave and he can sleep in it for all I care," said Linda. Paul was wondering if Kelly would do as she had suggested. At the end of the day, he would find out. * * * He had arrived to pick up his bike as usual when he noticed that Kelly wasn't there. He turned to find her arriving. "Sorry I'm late, the teacher was determined to finish her talk before we left," she said. "Alicia here yet?" "Nope, she's late too," said Paul. "Oh, here she is." As Kelly turned to greet Alicia, she noticed someone else. "Excuse me a minute," she said to them. The someone else turned out to be Mike and she was now quickly heading towards him. Mike only saw her at the last second and before he knew it, he was pinned to the nearest wall. It wasn't long before he gathered an audience. "I want a word with you, you stuck up little shit!" said Kelly, anger in her voice. "What about?" said Mike, getting worried. Kelly's scowl and tone of voice had put him on edge. "About your stupid attitude. I don't care for homophobes like you," she snorted. "Why should that worry you, or is it because your boyfriend is a freak?" he replied. "Don't you ever call my Paul a freak!" she snarled. "He is becoming a real girl but not through choice!" "Oh, of course, its magic," said Mike, trying to humour her. She wasn't buying it. "Yes it is, and if you don't believe it, I'll add an extra footprint to your groin!" Mike was getting worried, seeing that Kelly's temper was rising, not abating. "And in case you want to know, your ex still likes you. She would like to continue seeing you, providing you stop being such an arse!" she added. "Are you forcing me to see her?" he whimpered. "No, I'm demanding you apologise to both Paul and Alicia. And to think after all these years of Paul unconditionally saving your bacon, you thank him when he needs help by shunning him like this! Paul has been a great friend to you, you owe him big time!" Mike thought this through, with Kelly's malicious glare providing perfect motivation. "Well? Does prejudice hold precedence over friendship? Do you want it circulating around the school that two girls beat the crap out of you?" she added. "No, I don't. How do I make it up to you?" he said, panic striken. "Hmm, the jury is still out on that one. But I want a formal apology, in front of the others too!" "Ok, I'll do it tomorrow," he said. "Not good enough! You'll do it now, to Paul and Alicia!" she said. With that, she let him go, but made certain that he didn't run off. Paul and Alicia had barely heard what had been said, but had an idea. They were impressed when she led him over towards them. "I'm sorry," he said to them. "On your knees!" said Kelly. Mike obeyed and got down. "I'm sorry for being such an idiot," he said. "I hope you are," said Paul. "Because if you are lying, I'll add a few more bruises to your groin." Mike looked to Alicia, who seemed unmoved. "Do you still love me?" he asked her. "I do have feelings for you still," she said "But I can't help it if I find girls attractive too." "But you still want to go out with me?" he replied. "Yes. But I want you to acknowledge that Paul is becoming a girl, 100% girl," said Alicia. "But you can't be?" said Mike, now turning back to Paul. "I am," said Paul. "I'm undergoing changes that no hormones can possibly cause." "What like? Growing your hair?" said Mike. "Shall I just say, losing my balls and losing a fair bit of height." "So you are shrinking!" laughed Mike. "I was right! Hold on, you've lost your balls?!" "I have," said Paul. "But I've gained a bit of weight up top." "You've got boobs?" said Mike. "Yep, and you've got some more explaining to do, and Kevin and Linda would be interested in hearing it," said Kelly. "But they're not here," said Mike. "Always tomorrow," said Paul. "And you'd better show at our table during dinner," said Kelly. Mike then turned to Alicia. "Do you want me to walk you home?" "Hmm, I'm just wondering if I should," she mused. "Oh, this is getting out of hand. I've said sorry!" complained Mike. "Well, we want promises," said Paul. "You're not back in the group until you renounce your homophobia. Otherwise Kelly will be more than happy to oblige in giving you a few more bruises." "Whats it got to do with her?" asked Mike. "Thats because its idiots like you who make girls like me choose girls over boys," said Kelly. "You're gay?!" said Mike, astonished. "But what about Paul?" "Just say, I'm a lesbian too," said Paul. "So, I'm outnumbered. I say anything bad about gays," started Mike. "And you'll be visiting A&E," finished Kelly. "It's bad enough living with parents who hate gays." "Ok, you win. I won't slag of gays again," he sighed. "Can I go now?" "Yeah, I suppose so," said Paul. "But remember, you're still to explain your actions." "Ok, I will," sighed Mike. "I think I'll go home with him," said Alicia finally. "If he tries anything, I can always kick him again." Mike gave a weak smile. Her last kick did indeed hurt. Paul was left with just Kelly for company on the way home, a journey that was now running late. "I think Mike is more girl-phobic now," said Paul. "I really hope his explanation is worth it." "I hope so too," said Kelly. "Well, here we are again, parting of the ways." She kissed him and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She let the kiss linger longer than normal. "I needed that," she said. "I want to make love to you again." "I do too, but it isn't going to happen. I don't even get hard anymore," he sighed. "When the changes are complete, that won't be a problem," she smiled. They turned and parted, setting off for their homes. * * * "You're late," said Laura. "Been snogging Kelly more than normal?" "I suppose so," he said. "But we were late starting out. Kelly confronted my ex mate and forced him to apologise." "So, did he?" said Alex, now listening in. "He's still got some answering to do," said Paul. "Well, don't be too hard on him," said Laura. "Too hard? He dumped his girlfriend because she hinted at wanting a lesbian experience and he dumped me because he thought I was a transsexual. If he wants to be friends with me and my mates again, he needs to dump his homophobic views," said Paul. "Has his girlfriend forgive him?" asked Alex. "I think she is giving him a second chance, but if he blows it, its over for good," said Paul. "She must like him then, if she can give him a second chance," said Laura. "I hope he doesn't let her down. Shes a great looking girl and I wouldn't bet against any boy asking her out," said Paul. "You saying you like her?" asked Dad. "I'd be lying if I told you no. So would Kelly," replied Paul. "Kelly likes her too?" said Laura. "This is getting interesting." "If she's trying to get back with him, don't get involved with her," said Alex. "I know. Besides, I've got Kelly and I love her to bits," said Paul, heading upstairs. Upon arriving in his room, he took off his school uniform and put on a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. He also removed his sports bra, which was now beginning to feel tighter. Before putting on the t-shirt, he looked down at his baby breasts. "I think I need mom to measure me up. They're certainly bigger," he thought. He touched a nipple and a shiver went down his spine. "And sensitive too!" he purred. He continued to put on the t-shirt and then sat by his desk to do his latest batch of homework. The thought of what Mike was going to say was running through his mind. Mike needed a good reason for his utter stupidity and Paul was determined to get it, even if it meant shoving his head down a toilet. But that wasn't Paul. He wasn't a bully. His thought was broken only when Laura called him down to dinner. He decided to bring up his chest while he was at it. "Mom, I might need measuring up, up here," he said quietly, pointing to his chest. "Are they that big already?" she said calmly. "I'm not sure, but they're noticeable," "I'll see you up in your room later. " Dad and Joanne looked at Paul with curiosity. "So, I am growing breasts!" said Paul all of a sudden. "I'm thinking of getting some kinky black lace bras if you want to know." "No need to snap our heads off," said Dad. "We know what you meant." "Well, please get used to it. I'm going to be your daughter soon ." He finished his dinner and went back to his room in a hurry. "Why did you stare at him for? He's probably still getting used to it himself," said Mom, clearing up the plates. Paul was sitting on his bed with his shirt off. He was looking down at his swollen nipples. "Can I come in?" asked Laura from behind the door. "Sure," he replied. Laura came in with a tape measure. "They have got a bit bigger. Let me have a closer look," she said, sitting beside him. "You really didn't have to be horrid to your dad just now." "I'm sorry, but they were staring at me," he replied. She felt around the nipples, which caused Paul to shudder. "Bet that felt good?" she smiled. "Wonderful," he purred. "Please don't stop." "Sorry, I'm your mom. Besides, I should imagine Kelly would love to do it." "I know she would. But you are beautiful mom. I want to look as beautiful as you." "Thank you for the compliment, now lets get you measured," she said. "Ok, raise your arms." She took measurements below the breasts and then around them. "My guess is that at this moment, you're an A cup. Let me just take a look at that sports bra of yours." Paul gave her the sports bra and she looked at it. "This must have been used by Kelly when she was developing. It's an A cup. It'll start to feel tight from now on. But if you're to keep up the pretence of being a boy, you'll need to cope." "I hate being a boy," he said. "I want to live as a girl." "Paul, snap out of it. You're not Paula yet," said Laura. "Sorry, I just slipped into girl mode then. It's getting easier," he replied. "Which is why you have to be careful," she said. "I know. It'll be so much better when I can go girl mode full time," he added. "It's going to come soon, isn't it?" she asked. "Next few weeks, maybe. I am going to miss being a boy though." "I'm going to miss you too," said Laura, her voice tinged in sadness. Before he knew what he was doing, he was hugging her, tears coming from his eyes. He looked closely at his mom and found himself wanting to kiss her. She recognised the signs immediately and pushed him away. "No, I'm your mother," she said. "Whats getting into you?" "I'm getting too emotional," he sighed. "Well, maybe so, but leave the kisses for Kelly," said Laura. "Besides, girls are more open when it comes to showing emotion." "But I am a boy, for now," he replied. "Of course you are, but maybe letting Paula out in small doses isn't bad." How big these "small doses" were, Paul didn't find out. Was his mom finally accepting his fate? He wasn't sure whether she entirely would. That night, he met up with Paula for the first time in ages. "Where have you been?" he asked her. "Nowhere. Missing me? Say that when I'm your reflection," she smiled. They embraced like old friends. "You haven't really needed me of late, so theres your answer," she added. "So, I take it you've got information for me?" he asked her. "Not really, just a reminder to be patient. The end of your change isn't the end though. You'll have problems to solve, but that's life." "I almost wanted to kiss my mom earlier. Why?" he added. "You were getting emotional. One way of letting it all out," said Paula. "If you want to see what its like, I can show you something similar." She got in close and kissed him on the lips deeply. He returned the kiss and they embraced passionately for a few minutes. "Now you know what Kelly can expect in future," she said after parting. "Who'd have thought I'd be kissing myself," he sighed. "Kissing Kelly is so much better," she smiled. "I know," he said, returning the smile. "Well, I'll let you get some sleep. Just be patient and wary. Farewell Paula," she said. He had forgotten that she now referred to him as Paula too. * * * Paul awoke next morning and remembered that he had a meeting with Mike that day. "Got some important things to do today," he said over breakfast. "Like asking a brain dead pillock why he ditched his friends over something so trivial." "No swearing please," said Laura. "I understand that you have some bones to pick, but you don't need to use that language." "If you'd seen how he's been treating us of late, you'd call him every name under the sun," said Paul. "Oh, Tuesday remember. PE today," said Laura, changing the subject. "Oh, drat. Forgot to put my t-shirt on," he said and ran upstairs. He left shortly afterwards, with the PE shirt underneath his main shirt. "Morning beautiful," he said to Kelly as he rode in. "Someones in a good mood?" she said, giving him a kiss. "Yes, I want to play bad cop with Mike," he replied. "Oh, you'll be happy. He turned up. I've already seen Kevin and he'll frogmarch Mike to our table if he doesn't come of his own accord," said Kelly. "Good, lets hope hes got some answers," said Paul cracking his knuckles. "I wouldn't do that too often. Not to dainty hands like yours," said Kelly. "I suppose not," he said, looking at them. "Would look good with long nails." "Not here!" said Kelly. "If anyone heard you say something like that, you'd be toast." "Right. Theres the bell. See you at dinner," he said. "Ok, meet you there." Paul noted that Mike was still sitting away from him during lessons. He was hoping this was just a temporary measure now and that he would return to sitting beside him in the days to come. Mike was glancing over and looking nervous. "Yes, you have a right to be nervous," thought Paul as he glanced over at him. Dinner arrived and Paul took his seat as normal with Kelly beside him. He then noticed that Kevin approached the table with Linda and no one else. "Where is he?" asked Paul. "He's coming. Alicia is doing the honours," said Kevin. Sure enough, Alicia arrived with Mike in front. "The defendant is here at last," said Paul. He noticed that Mike didn't like the idea of being called a defendant. "I'm just here to explain myself," he complained. "We know you are, and explain, you will," said Paul. Mike was glad to be allowed to settle down at the table first. "Ok, please begin," said Paul. All eyes were upon Mike now. "You want to know, well, its like this. My parents are very strict about sexuality and they don't tolerate unnatural behaviour," started Mike. "Putting it simply, they're homophobic?" said Kelly. "Yes," said Mike. "And well, I feel the same way." "Oh, so its a good job you're not gay then?" said Kevin. "Of course I'm not gay. I chose not to be," said Mike. "Bullshit!" said Kelly. "I didn't choose to be gay, but I am. My parents are homophobes too and I'm living in fear of being outcast because of it." "But you've got a boyfriend!" said Mike. "Yes, and I love Paul very much. But Paul is becoming my girlfriend or has that fact slipped your mind?" said Kelly. "Yes Mike. I'm becoming a girl and I've got A-cups to prove it," said Paul. "You sure you're not taking illegal hormones?" asked Mike. "Absolutely sure. I'm going to be fully female with the baby making equipment to boot." "You've got or getting the female bits?" asked Linda. "I already have, as they are pretty much responsible for my changes so far," replied Paul. "Would you want a baby?" she asked. Paul was not ready for that question, so he returned to the main topic. "Mike. Has it ever occurred to you that your parents may be wrong?" "But you should respect your parents opinions," said Mike. "Mike. I'm not a robot. I have a mind of my own, I can make my own decisions," said Kelly angrily. "I do respect my parents' opinions, when they are not being forced upon me. Just get it straight, I'm gay, I like girls and I'm happy!" "Mike," said Paul. "You are straight simply because you are straight. Just be thankful of that. But Kelly is now faced with explaining to her parents that her boyfriend is becoming 100% female." "Ok, so we've sorted out that your sexuality is basically decided for you, but what about Alicia? She's bi!" said Mike. "She can't help it if she likes both," said Kelly. "But from what I've read, their meter usually swings one way more than the other." "Meaning?" said Mike, not understanding. "It means I like boys more than girls," said Alicia. "It doesn't mean I want a girlfriend on the side though. I will be satisfied with just one partner. I've heard how some bisexuals feel the need to whet both appetites and cause trouble as a result." "Do you fancy them two?" said Mike, pointing to Paul and Kelly. "I do. But seeing as we had split up, I didn't see any problem. I'm prepared to go out with you again if you stop treating me and Paul like dirt." "And me," said Kelly. "I don't want a friend who is going to treat me differently because I'm "different"." "Putting it in a nutshell," said Kevin. "If you want to be friends with us, there is to be no prejudice. We're in this together. We're all human." "To think Mike always needs looking after. Never been able to do it himself. Always requires me and Kev to bail him out. Only thing we've asked for in return was continued friendship," said Paul. "We're still offering it Mike, but no homophobia. One more hint of it and we'll dump you hard." "Yes Mike. One more homophobic comment and you'll need a new girlfriend," said Alicia. "And from what other girls are saying about you, I think you'll want to keep me." "What were they saying about me?" he asked. "You don't want to know," she answered coldly. "So, whats your answer Mike? You would much rather have us as friends than as enemies," said Paul. Mike looked at them all in turn, ending with Alicia. "You're right. I need friends. Without you, I've been alone. I deserved that kick to to the groin. I probably deserve another," he said. "That can be arranged," said Kelly. "I didn't say I wanted one!" said Mike, getting worried. Everyone started laughing. "Oh very funny!" said Mike. "Still haven't lost your sense of humour." "Neither have you. Welcome back," said Paul. "Plus, I want you sitting next to me in class again. My hormones are not contagious plus I'm not into boys, so no worries there." "Ok, so what I need to know now is what to tell my parents?" asked Mike. "Tell them nothing. Or you afraid of being punished for having gay friends?" said Kelly. "Yes Mike. There are a two gays in this group and neither are out to kill you," said Kevin. "He means me and Kelly. We're lesbians remember? Or we will be," said Paul. "Ok, I see. So I just don't say anything?" said Mike. "Yes. You haven't told them anything, have you?" asked Linda. "Just mentioned that my friendship with Alicia was on hold," he said. "Did you say why?" asked Kelly. Alicia was looking concerned. "No, I didn't mention that. I just said that we had a small falling out," he replied. "So, no damage done. Just make sure you keep my personal problem a secret please," said Paul. "I've got maybe less than a month to go and I don't want to make the national headlines." "Less than a month to go? You know when you'll be a girl? How?" "Long story and no time to explain," said Paul. "Besides, with PE next, you'll see how much trouble I have." * * * With Mike now speaking again, Paul had both friends to keep him safe during the hardest lesson he faced. With the sports bra keeping his breasts pinned down, the only concerns he had were Harris taking note of his longer hair and the fear of using the showers. "So, whats the trouble?" asked Mike, now sitting on Paul's other side. "My hair. You know Harris is the macho army type, prefers short hair," explained Paul in a whisper. "Why don't you get it cut? You can always grow it out after school," said Mike. "I don't want it short. I've really started to like it like this and couldn't bear to see all this on the floor," he said. Paul glanced around as Harris marched around the changing room explaining the days lesson plan. "I think you need a haircut Smith," said Harris to Paul. Harris never called any of the students by their first names, unless there was more than one with the same surname. Despite his common surname, Paul was the only Smith in the class. "Yes sir," said Paul. He knew better than to argue. "Thats torn it. He'll expect you to have it cut now," said Kevin. "He cannot force me," said Paul. "Its still operation grow it out." "Ok, lets hope he doesn't mention it further." The lesson went without further trouble or mention of long hair. Afterwards, Paul and Kevin went to the girls corridor to meet with Kelly and Linda. Mike went off down another corridor, looking for Alicia. "So Harris wants you to have a haircut?" said Kelly on the way home. "I wouldn't bother." "I'm not going to," said Paul. "Like I've said many times before, I'm growing it out. It must have taken a while for yours to grow?" "It did, but that was a while ago. I've never had it short. I have it trimmed now and again, but I've always kept it this length. I'm not sure if there is magic helping your hair grow, but I'd guess it would be a few more months before it passed your shoulders. I look forward to that day." "I suppose though, the newsflash is that Mike is back. Can't believe he sucks up to his parents like that," said Paul. "Well, you are supposed to respect them. Its not easy though when you find yourself forced to oppose their views. My parents cannot change me. I find girls attractive and the thought of you with breasts, curves and flowing hair makes me really horny," said Kelly. "Well, I can't wait for that vision to become reality. My mind still slips from time to time. It only happened last night when I was being measured by my mom." "Is that how you know you're up to an A?" she asked. "Yes. I did get emotional too, I actually felt like kissing my own mom," "You wanted to kiss your own mom? Obviously a problem there. Have to admit though, she is very attractive, though too old for me. Still, I have the next best thing, her beautiful daughter." "She told me to save all my kisses for you anyway," said Paul. "Very good idea," said Kelly, leaning in and kissing him.