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The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 15 Paul arrived home and took his bag upstairs. "Come down here. Need you to try these on," called Laura. Paul quickly came back down and went into the living room. Laura was sitting down and she was holding two pairs of trousers. From first glance, they didn't look like girls trousers. "They're plain enough so that no one will tell unless they stare long enough," said Laura. "Unless girls notice," said Joanne. "Never mind that," said Laura. "Anyway, I've got you this pair to begin with, and this second pair is slightly bigger. I presume you'll be getting bigger in the coming weeks." "I presume so," said Paul. "Whats in the other bag?" Laura took the bag that was beside her and removed the contents. Paul's face lit up. "You bought me a skirt!" he said delightedly. "Thanks!" "I don't know whether you'll ever wear it at school, but it'll come in handy for other times," said Laura. "But first, try on the trousers." "I'll leave you for a few minutes," said Joanne, getting up and leaving the room. "Where's dad?" asked Paul. "Oh, he's in the back garden. Got some weeding to do. I thought the garden needed tidying up." Paul sat down and took off his shoes followed by his trousers. "Mom, I've got something to tell you." "I'm all ears. What is it?" she replied. "I'm peeing like a girl now. I found out at school today." "Are you now? Well, I suppose you now need to know the finer points of toilet hygiene," she said. "If you mean wiping myself down with tissue, I know," he replied. "Oh, who told you that?" she asked. "I kinda heard other girls mention it. I didn't fully understand until today." "Oh, well thats great. Hope you didn't make a mess on the floor?" "No, I had to sit down anyway. Felt odd not having it come from the usual place," he said. "Well, welcome to the girls way of peeing. You'll get used to it," she smiled. "So, put these on." Paul put on the new pair of trousers and saw the difference immediately. They certainly gave his bum more breathing space. "I hope my hips don't stand out too much," he said worryingly. "Well, be thankful they're not tight leggings. You'd stand out a mile," she replied. "Oh well, they do feel better. Does my bum look big in these?" he said, chuckling at his last words. "Alright, the circus is in that direction Mr Clown," said Laura smiling. "No, seriously. But hopefully you will get a nice round bum. I think Kelly would like to see you getting curves in all the right places." "So, about the bigger pair?" he added. "They are the same length but bigger in the hips. I'll hang on to them until you feel you need them." "Can I try on the skirt?" he asked. "Hmm, as long as you take it off straight away," she said. "Oh, alright," he promised. He took off the trousers and put them to one side. He then took the skirt and put it on. "Ah, this is much better," he said. "Ok, sit down. I need to know how it feels when sitting," she asked. Paul sat down and under instruction from Laura, put his knees together and pushed the sides underneath him. "So? Feel comfy?" she asked. "Plenty comfy. I'm not taking it off, it feels too good," he said, but then noticed her scowl. "Take it off, you promised!" Paul got up and took the skirt off. "I'll put those trousers back on, shall I?" "You can do, but don't get them dirty," she replied. "Afternoon son," said Alex as Paul headed towards the stairs. "Heard you've been gardening?" said Paul. "Yeah, your mom wanted me to do some work. Had to wrestle with a hawthorn bush." "Ouch," said Paul, noticing the cuts on Alex's arms. "Just going to have a wash and put some antiseptic on them," said Alex, following Paul upstairs. "Oh, I think I need the loo," said Paul. He beat Alex to the bathroom and sat down. Alex followed him in and only when he noticed that Paul wasn't directing something into the bowl, yet could hear the water flowing, did he really take notice. "You're...." he stammered. "Peeing like a girl. Yes, I did it at school too," said Paul calmly. "You did? Ok, fair enough," he replied. "Don't worry, I'm ok," said Paul, noticing that his dad seemed shocked. After finishing on the toilet, Paul cleaned himself and went to his room, removing the sports bra he had on. His breasts certainly felt better without it on. He put his camisole on, followed by a t-shirt and turned on his television. * * * The camisole may have been less irritating to his breasts but it didn't provide support for them. Combined with him wanting to relieve the pressure applied by the sports bras, he was certainly attracting attention. "I think you should put your sports bra back on," said Laura over dinner. "Its getting tight. It makes them sore. I'm just glad when school is finished so I can take it off," said Paul. "I think Paul is suggesting we get him a normal bra," said Joanne. "But he already has one," said Laura. Then she realised. "Ok, I'll get it. But its the only thing you're getting." She went to fetch the garment after finishing her meal. Joanne just looked at Paul. "You do need a bra. Some might say they are restrictive, but its not comfy with them bouncing about either." "But Paul is supposed to be refraining from womens clothing for now," said Alex. "I've got girls trousers on. Right now," said Paul. "So there!" "But they're gender neutral, aren't they?" asked Alex. "In appearance, yes. But not the fit," said Joanne. "Paul is getting his curves and boys trousers don't accommodate them." Laura came back with the bra. Paul took it and put it on there and then, making sure Alex got a look at his blossoming chest. "You've got nice breasts bro," said Joanne. Her tone was clearly complimentary. "Thanks sis. I'm hoping they get bigger," he replied. "Do you think they look good dad?" Alex didn't say anything. He looked slightly uncomfortable. "Go upstairs, Paul," said Laura. She was looking at Alex with concern. Paul heeded her words and left. "Whats up? You've known for a few weeks now that our son is becoming a girl. Why are you now deciding to cause difficulties?" she asked Alex. "I'm losing him, thats whats wrong," he replied. "I'm losing my only son." Get hold of yourself!" said Laura. "Don't you think I've had trouble adjusting? I'm going to miss him too!" "My brother is not going!" said Joanne. "I've already told you, his dreams live on. He wants to be a female rally driver!" "Yes, thats right," said Laura, picking up on Joanne's comments. "He still has his original interests, so you're not losing him in that sense. Just accept it. We have bigger problems ahead, don't give us more!" Alex looked at them and nodded. "You're right. Its just after seeing him pee like a girl. I just kinda freaked out." "He is too, he was just grateful that he needed a number two at school," said Laura, her words directed at Joanne. "I tell you one thing, with his hair grown out, he'll look like mom's younger sister," said Joanne. "I've already realised that. When I saw that girl in my dreams, I thought she was a younger me," said Laura. "Who'd have thought that our son will become a beautiful young woman," sighed Alex. "And hes looking forward to it," sighed Laura. "But I'm behind him." "Talking about me again? I'll be glad when I am living as a girl and when you treat me as one," said Paul returning. "We're sorry, but you have to admit, how many boys turn into girls?" said Laura. "Quite a few. I'm the only one I know of who is magically becoming one though. But please spare a thought for my time ahead. In the weeks to come, it'll be near impossible for me to pass as a boy. You think you're having it tough, I'm the one who's changing!" he shouted. With that, he left the room again. He went back to his own room and wept. "He's right. He's the one carrying the burden," said Laura. "It will be so much better when he is a girl." "Maybe we should be more concerned with our own fortunes," said Alex. "Still no more dreams though." "Same here," said Joanne. "Me too," said Laura. "Though I'm convinced mine is linked to Paul." "Do you think we'll end up rich?" asked Joanne. "Who knows? But it doesn't have to be. It could mean great happiness," said Laura. "And Paul has found that with Kelly." * * * "I thought they'd come to terms with my transformation," said Paul to himself. He picked up his hairbrush and started running it through his hair. "Wish it was longer." "It would be nice longer," came a voice. Paul turned to see his mom in the doorway. "I thought you were okay with me?" he said. "We are. It's just that seeing the changes can be a little alarming. Good to see you brushing your hair," she replied. "So, showing dad my assets was too much for him?" "Maybe. He's sorry anyway. He knows he over reacted." "Can I have a dressing table mirror in here please. It would be easier to brush my hair with one," he said. "One is definitely needed," agreed Laura. "Not just for your hair, but for applying make up too." "Any time soon?" he asked. "I'm not sure yet. You still need to behave like a boy for now." "At school and elsewhere. But why not here? You said originally that I needed an outlet. I'm getting few at all. I want to be girly at times," he said. "But you know what happened last time. You didn't want to go back," explained Laura. "I know. It still is that way. I feel like a girl and won't be happy till the changes are complete." In defiance, he found his lipstick and expertly applied some to his lips. "You will take that off before you go to bed?" asked Laura. "I don't want another soiled pillow case." "Yes, but I like the taste of it on my lips. You want to taste some?" "No thanks. I have my own," said Laura. She turned and left. Paul remained in his room watching television. He eventually removed the lipstick and turned in for the night. "Hello again," said Paula. "I thought you could do with another talk." "What about?" asked Paul. "Your parents. My parents. Give them space. I know they seem to be pressing, but it is good advice. You are too eager to see it through. You haven't got much longer to wait." "Not long? April is almost two weeks away," said Paul. "I'm peeing like a girl, my bum and hips are starting to get bigger, I've got wonderful breasts. I'm almost there, surely?" "You still have to wait. Two weeks is nothing, seeing that this is about the rest of your life," said Paula. "I don't want to be a boy anymore. I don't look like a boy now," said Paul. "Your face is yet to change. You may have no stubble but its still masculine. You can still pass as a boy. You need to for now." Paul didn't answer immediately. Something in her voice prevented him from doing so. He knew she was right. "What about the sleepover party?" he asked, when he finally found his voice. She looked at him and smiled. "Just enjoy it." Paul awoke next morning feeling sluggish. He did his business in the bathroom, put on his sports bra and school uniform and went to have breakfast. "Got your new trousers on?" asked Laura. "Yes. Got them on," he said. "Don't sound so glum. Thursday today and the week is almost over." "But March isn't. Its only the 21st today, isn't it?" said Paul. "Yes, it is. But they do say March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb," said Laura. "Which means?" asked Paul. "It arrives quickly but ends slowly," she replied. "And August always ends quickly," he added. He said goodbye and set out. He arrived at the bike shed to find Kelly as usual. "Morning. Got your new trousers on?" she said. "How did you know?" he asked. "Oh, just presuming. You can't tell. Plus, your hair looks nice and shiny." "I try to mess it up, make it look boyish," he replied. "But you obviously look after it," she smiled. "Its worth doing," he said and leaned in for his kiss. Kelly duly obliged. "Well, see you later," she said and headed to her form room. Paul was happy to see that nobody noticed that his trousers were the female type. Even Mike overlooked them which was something. In fact, he hadn't mentioned Paul's changing height of late, or any other physical change for that matter. "Hmm, is that girl nice?" whispered Mike. "W-what? Oh, nothing. Just seeing hows shes tied her hair back. Looks really nice," said Paul. "As long as thats all you're looking at," said Mike. "Sorry, couldn't help it. Like to try that with my hair one day," said Paul. "I know, gotta try and avoid doing stuff like that." For once, Paul had found a lesson slightly boring and his mind (and eyes) had wandered. One girl sitting nearby had got her hair tied back in a rather stylish fashion and Paul had admired it. But after Mike's interuption, he turned back to his work. "How can I help it?" he asked Mike between classes. "Apparently girls are always checking each other out." "But you're not a girl yet," said Mike. Paul decided not to answer. During dinner, he found Kelly looking hesitant. "Whats up?" he asked. "I forgot to tell you this morning. My parents think you've ignored them," she replied. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Since the incident, you haven't visited once. They think you've turned your back on them." "I have not. But I can say the same, you haven't been to my house in a while," he said. "I've been asked to invite you around. Doesn't have to be today. I know how you feel, its awkward but just be yourself," she added. "I'm just hoping your dad doesn't mind my hair," said Paul worryingly. "He cares more that you're my boyfriend. So don't worry," she said. "Remember, I'm coming around to your place on Saturday," mentioned Kevin. "Oh, I haven't forgotten. Kelly's parents think I owe them a visit. Can't let the potential in-laws down," said Paul, then turning back to Kelly "I'll have to think about it." "Sure, tell me on the way home if you like," she replied. Paul didn't feel comfortable at all about this. It was the thought of explaining to them that he was becoming a girl, never mind telling them that their daughter was going to defy them and have a lesbian affair after all. He wondered if tomorrow night would do? The usual "eat out on Fridays" had been dropped on occassions before. His mom wouldn't mind, surely? He mentioned it to Kelly on the way home that afternoon. "Nothing certain though," he added. "I'll have to get the all clear from my parents." "Sure, my parents are aware of that. They just wanted me to invite you around, whenever possible. Phone me up tonight with your answer." "Will do. I'm just worried about explaining me. Don't expect it to happen just yet. My parents are not decided on how to do it," he replied. "Don't think I haven't thought about it either. I want us to continue, regardless to what my parents think," said Kelly. * * * Paul brought up the subject as soon as he got home. "Mom, is it ok if I went to Kelly's tomorrow night?" "Its a bit short notice. You're not planning on telling them?" she replied. "I'm not. Its just that they think I've got cold feet or something," he said. "Seems a bit demanding. Just because you haven't been to their house since.," she said, trying to remember. "Last time I went to their house, was to apologise for our....love making," said Paul. "Oh, then?" said Laura. "They did give you the all clear though?" "Whats up?" asked Alex, joining in the conversation. "I've been invited to Kelly's house. They thought I'd forgotten their open invitation," said Paul. "When are you going?" asked Alex. "Was planning on tomorrow night. Would have suggested Saturday but with Kevin coming round here then, I thought tomorrow was best," said Paul. "You can go. Just make sure you take a shower before you do, and don't mention something," said Laura. "Sure thing, and I said I wouldn't mention that," he replied. "This makes things difficult," said Alex. "We'll have to tell them soon." Laura just nodded. Paul headed to his room and picked up his phone. "Hi Kelly, ok for tomorrow night." "Great, we'll expect you. Don't forget to put curlers in your hair." "WHAT?!" he exclaimed. But the giggling coming from Kelly gave the game away. "Can't believe you fell for that! Besides, having a perm would certainly give you "big" hair."" she said. "Yeah, it would. With my volume, it would pay to keep it straight," he replied. "Adding a bit of wave to it would be nice," she added. "Ok, enough on hair. I'll be around about 5:30. Give me time to shower and get changed," he said, "No problem. I'll tell them that. See you at school then. Bye." It was sorted. Friday evening would see him spend some time with Kelly and her parents. No big deal, had it not been for his sex change. He left his room and checked to see if Joanne was in her room. "Who is it?" she replied. "Just me," said Paul. "Oh, how can I help you?" she asked. "I'm wondering about my hair. Kelly told me it would look good wavy," he said. "Come in. I'll show you a few photos. Waves would look good on you," she replied. Paul went in and sat down on her bed while she sat by her dressing table. She found her stash of magazines and flipped through the pages. "Here you are, heres a few styles that woud suit you. Need you to grow your hair past your shoulders first, but I presume you'll be doing that," she said, showing him a few photos. "Of course I am. Wait, I have an idea, why don't we aim for the same style. Dye your hair to match mine. We'll look even more like sisters," he said. Joanne smiled broadly. "I like it. But you need to grow yours. Mine has a head start." She had been growing her hair again and it was just below her shoulders and curly. It was a coppery brown shade at present. "I think I might hang out in here more often," said Paul. "Until mom gets me that dressing table she promised." "You're welcome to. We can share make up, all the gossip, talk boys" she said then noticed Paul's face. "Oh, of course, you're a lesbian, or will be." "You're not homophobic, are you?" he asked. "No, I know a few gay men at college. They're alright I suppose. Its a stereotype that all gays behave effeminately and do jobs that you'd only expect women to do. "Like fashion design and hairstyling, I suppose," said Paul. "Thats what Kelly's dad thinks." "Well, there are some straight guys doing my course. Not many, but a few," said Joanne. "Do they have blond highlights?" asked Paul. "Do they? A lot of men do. It's the gay men who go overboard, well, those who are clearly camp." "Do they have to go overboard?" asked Paul. "I don't know. That's how they want to behave. They can be annoying, but you get used to them." "But I know all gays are not like that. Kelly is as straight acting a girl as I know. She's just a normal girl," said Paul. "And thats why I love her. Shes so down to earth." "I can see why you love her. I'm glad you're still together and I want to make things up by being the best big sister you can have," she said. "Her parents are the only problem now. If they discover I'm becoming a girl, they'll want our relationship ended," he added. "They want her to conform to their beliefs? Well, if she's a lesbian, shes a lesbian. They cannot change her," said Joanne. "Well they, her dad especially, beg to differ. I know I'm becoming a lesbian, but I don't care. I love her and I care for her," said Paul. "Then they'd be doing the wrong thing by trying to split you up," said Joanne. "Oh, if you're leaving, take some of these with you." She gave him some of her hairstyling magazines. He took them gratefully and headed for the door. "If you want some more, don't hesitate to ask," she added. Paul was beginning to see his sister in a new light. Once, they used to bicker and quarrel. Now she was being a true friend, ready to help him. It was a change of a different kind, but it was one he warmly welcomed. * * * Next day was going to be difficult in Paul's opinion. It wasn't school, but the visit to Kelly's house. He was eager to prevent his transformation from being revealed. "I should imagine Kelly is keen to avoid the subject too," said Laura over breakfast. "Besides, you've got school first." "But when they do find out, I'll never see Kelly again," he said anxiously. "I hope that never happens," said Laura. "Hurry up or you'll be late." Paul met up with Kelly by the bike shed as usual and it was clear what was on her mind. "You're worried, aren't you? They only want to see you. Its not the Inquisition," she said. "I'm just keen to keep "changing into girl" and "lesbian" out of any conversations," he said. "Don't fret. I have to do that all the time," she replied. "Even when I'm not the subject. The word gay is taboo in my house, except when my dad is putting them down." All concerns were put aside for a moment as their lips met. Despite not looking forward to the evenings events, Paul was eager for the end of the day, just to get it over with. "More revision," said Mike. "Haven't we had enough?" "The teachers haven't. But by the time Easter is over, the exams will be almost here," said Paul. "And so will something else." Mike wondered what "else" could be, but one look at Paul's face explained it and he didn't pursue it further. "One week to go," explained Alicia at dinner. "Hope you've all got something to wear?" "Yes, I've definitely got something to wear. Just haven't decided," said Linda. "Same old girls, always at sixes and sevens over clothes," said Kevin. Linda gave him a venomous look. Kevin shrank back but Linda soon gave him a light tap to the ribs and smiled. "Anyone else would have felt it," she replied. "I've got something lined up. What about you Paul?" said Kelly. "I have got something," he said. Everyone looked at him, the boys seemingly startled, while the girls were filled with wonder. "I'm looking forward to seeing you," said Alicia. Paul blushed slightly. He knew that, with the exception of his family, no one had seen him in girls attire. Though with his girls trousers, this wasn't entirely true. But he hadn't mentioned them to anyone except Kelly. "I suppose I'll be the centre of attention next week?" he said to Kelly on the way home later that day. "You couldn't not be. I'll tell Linda not to be too judgemental. Besides, we're just curious, thats all," she explained. "Just tell them that I'm just one of the girls," said Paul. "I just wish my hair was longer. I feel the odd one out." "Oh, it will do. You've had it styled before, it'll work," said Kelly. "You've never seen it styled," he replied. "I'm just presuming. But with hair like yours, it had to be good," she smiled. "Well, see you later," he said kissing her. He arrived home and immediately went upstairs to take a shower. "Just sort out something casual but smart," said Laura. "Pity that doesn't include dresses," he said. "But they're expecting Paul," she added. "I know. I just hope Mr Walker isn't preaching his homophobia tonight," said Paul. "Why would he do that?" asked Laura. "People like him just do. They take pride in their hatred," said Paul. "He did it last time just because it came to the subject of fashion design. Reckons the only men who go into that profession are gay." "Why then? Oh, but thats the career Kelly wants to pursue isn't it?" Paul nodded. "Well, hurry up and take your shower. No orgasms please," she smiled. She obviously understood how Paul felt when he took one. It took an hour for Paul to get ready. Joanne promised him that he would want to take longer once he was a girl. He had an idea where the extra time would go, especially if taking Kelly on a date. He'd bend over backwards to look good for her. "Ready to go sport?" asked Alex. "Ready as I'll ever be. Lets get it over with," he replied. "Don't be like that. If you're serious about Kelly.," said Alex. "And they're serious about her dating boys. You know the problem that lies ahead," said Paul. "Yep, well, just hope for the best," said Alex. A few minutes later and Paul was walking up the path to the Walkers' front door. "Hello Paul, come in," said Mrs Walker. "Kelly is waiting inside." "Thanks Mrs Walker. Sorry about not making regular visits. Had exams on my mind," he said. "Oh don't remind us. Kelly has been kept busy with revision too," she replied. He had barely got through the front door when Kelly came to greet him. She was now wearing a pretty blue dress and matching ribbon in her hair. She had also put some make up on. "Got dolled up especially for you," she smiled. "You look beautiful," he said. He hesitated, not knowing whether to kiss her. "Worried about my lipstick? Got it with me. I knew I was going to touch it up a few times," she said before leaning in and kissing him. "Kissing again?" said Mr Walker, arriving in the hallway. "Still the happy couple?" "I'll have to get some of that smear proof lippy," whispered Kelly. "That way, you won't have to wipe it off your lips." Paul realised that his lips had been coated courtesy of the kiss. "Anyone got a tissue please?" he asked. Mrs Walker obliged. He could tell by the smell, that dinner was being prepared. The table in the front room where he and Kelly had done homework on previous occassions was laid out ready with knives and forks. But for now, he went to the living room and sat down. Kelly sat by him and put her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry, we don't want to know when the wedding is yet," said Mr Walker calmly. "We haven't talked about that. Exams next, then college. We've got a lot on our plate at the moment," said Paul. "Oh, I understand. Education first. Still following the motor racing?" said Mr Walker. "Yes, concentrating on the F1 at the moment. Plus I'm watching the WRC when I can. Eurosport don't always show them so I have to rely on news segments for results," replied Paul. At least talking about this subject made Paul feel comfortable. Kelly just decided to ignore the talk and continue to use Paul's shoulder as a pillow. They were just discussing the previous F1 grand prix when they were told dinner was ready. Paul was happy with the meal: steak and kidney pie. "Kelly still wants to go into fashion, though I suppose she's told you that?" asked Mrs Walker to Paul. "Oh she has, but she doesn't go into it in detail. She knows I'm not into girls clothes. But then, she isn't into motorsport either," said Paul. "But, why would I be interested in girl's clothes?" Kelly just smiled at this, knowing that Paul's comments were not entirely true. "Growing a bit of a mullet though?" asked Mr Walker. "Oh, this?" said Paul, pointing to his hair. "Just a trend. Quite a few boys have their hair this way." "Seventies revisited," mused Mr Walker. "We all had it that way then. As you say, it's in fashion again." Paul felt relieved that he hadn't been put down over it. But as the dinner went on, the talk concentrated on things at school, which made things easier. After dinner, Kelly took him to her room, much to his surprise. "Aren't they going to check on us?" he whispered. "Likely, but they don't have to worry," she replied. "I've just come to show you something." She went over to a book shelf and took a photo album from it. "These are photos of me when I was young," she said, sitting on her bed and inviting Paul to sit by her. "You haven't changed much?" he said. "Just a little older, thats all," she smiled. "This is before I started school. Notice that I used to play with girls often then. Its only since that incident, that that stopped." She slowly went through the album, showing her as a 5 year old playing on the beach with a bucket and spade, or eating ice cream. "We used to go down to Weston-Super-Mare for our holidays. Not much there now," she said. "You had your hair long even then?" asked Paul. "Yes, mom liked my hair long. Not complaining either." "So, why do you think your parents are hateful of something?" asked Paul. "I don't know really. I've heard rumours that an uncle of mine was gay, but never found out. He died a few years ago. I haven't got any grandparents either. They died a while ago too." "I'm sorry," said Paul, noticing a few tears in her eyes. "Yes, I did like them. Used to visit them often," she said. "They died within weeks of one another. Mom said they couldn't stand to be apart." "Oh hello," said Mrs Walker peeping around the door. "Just reliving a few memories?" "Yes mom," said Kelly. "Thought I'd show Paul a few photos." Mrs Walker came in and sat on Kelly's other side. "She used to have plenty of girls visit at one time. Its her dad's fault it stopped," she said. "I don't know if you know why, Paul?" "If you're refering to Kelly liking girls?" he replied, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. "You do know? Well, it matters not. She has you now. I just want to tell you that I wouldn't have stopped it." Kelly looked at her mom in surprise. "You don't have a problem? Its all dad's fault? Why don't you stop him?" "He still thinks you'll try and kiss a girl," said Mrs Walker. "I don't think you will. I was too happy to let you go to that party next week." "Thanks, but this is just not right. I love Paul very much, I'd never cheat on him," said Kelly. "Yes, Mrs Walker. I know Kelly won't. I really do want to marry her," said Paul. "Is that right Kelly?" "Yes it is. I want to marry him. But not yet of course," said Kelly. "Then you have my blessing," said Mrs Walker. "Oh, by the way Paul. Times creeping on. Your father will be arriving soon." Paul looked at his watch and confirmed this. Mrs Walker left them to look at the photos further, but Kelly only had one thing on her mind. "My dad is an utter pig!" she said. "So being gay makes me untrustworthy?! I'll show him!" "Your mom seems to know better," said Paul. "She hates gays too though," said Kelly. "Though not nearly as much as my dad." Paul offered to hug her and she accepted. "I do so want to marry you." "I do too," said Paul and they exchanged a lingering kiss, only broken by the announcement that his dad had come to pick him up. "Ok, sport?" said Alex. "Been having another romantic exchange I see?" "Oh, lipstick," he replied, fishing the tissue from earlier from his pocket. He turned and said goodbye to the Walkers, with Kelly arriving to give him one last hug. "So, no mention of the taboo words?" asked Alex on the way home. "Not quite. But I'll tell you when we get back," said Paul. When they arrived home, Paul went upstairs to swap his sports bra for his normal one. He then went to the living room to give his report. "Kelly's mom appears to be more supportive of her than her dad," he started. "Kelly insists that her mom doesn't like gays but her dad is worse." "How so?" asked Laura. "Her mom was the one who allowed her to go to next weeks party. Her dad is the one who doesn't trust her. He's convinced she'll be gay to the last." "But he's right though. She wants to date Paula," said Alex. "But still, he's not right to control her life. Why do people have to be this way?" asked Paul. "People do rash things when they're afraid. Rash and selfish things," said Laura. "Doesn't make explaining me any easier, does it?" said Paul. "No, it doesn't," said Laura.