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Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 21 Paul arrived home with dinner almost ready. "Did you have a good time?" asked Laura. "Yes, met Kelly and her parents didn't know a thing," said Paul. "Thats good. Did you do anything apart from kissing Kelly?" "Watched Lord of the Rings part one," said Paul. "Watching part two next time?" asked Laura. "Probably. Alicia says there are loads of differences between the books and the films. I might try reading it again," said Paul. "By all means, go to the library and get a copy," said Laura. "Or buy a copy." "How long will dinner be?" he asked. "Not too long. You can have a wash if you like," she said. Paul went and had a wash before going to his room and fetching his hair brush. "Can I come and use your mirror for a few minutes?" he asked Joanne. "Sure. And bring the gossip in too while you're at it," she replied. "No gossip I'm afraid," he replied. "I just want to brush my hair again." "You're worried about something, aren't you?" asked Joanne. "My friend Kevin is spending the morning here tomorrow and I'm presenting myself as Paula to him. He's never met me like this and I'm just wondering if he'll treat me like a traitor." "For becoming a girl?" asked Joanne. "Your best bet is to not be too girly around him. He will be shocked to see you as a girl, that cannot be avoided. But don't go overboard. Just dress casually, maybe even wear trousers instead of a skirt. Actually, I might have some jeans that might fit you." She went looking through her drawers for the jeans in question. She found them and offered them to him. "Try them on. I won't look. Besides, were both girls," she smiled. Paul took off his skirt and put the jeans on. Sure enough, they fitted him. "They don't look bad either. Thanks sis," he replied. "My pleasure. You can have them if you like. I haven't worn them in ages." "I will. Thanks again sis." "What are big sisters for?" smiled Joanne. Paul wore the jeans for the rest of the day and decided to wear them Sunday too. "Where have I seen those before?" asked Laura when he came down for dinner. "They're Jo's, or more to the point, were Jo's. She gave them to me," said Paul. "Thats nice of her. Dinner is ready so go to the table," said Laura. "So, Joanne thought wearing these jeans would help Kevin overcome the shock of seeing me as a girl," said Paul over dinner. "Well, you look more casual with them on. It may be a good idea," said Laura. "I just want him to know that I'm a girl now," said Paul. "not completely, but I see myself as one now." "Well, lets hope he treats you with respect then," said Laura. Paul was a little nervous about the situation nonetheless and come the following morning, was wondering whether to back out of the idea and dress in some boy clothes instead. But he remembered telling Kevin that he would be dressed as Paula, and that he would be breaking a promise if he didn't. He decided upon wearing his jeans and a feminine top, but little make- up. Even so, he looked more feminine than ever. Still, he switched on his television to check the race build up before heading down for breakfast. But if Kevin wasn't enough to worry about, he had also woken up with a headache. Not the normal sort that affects the forehead, but one that seemed to affect his whole face. "Here, take these," said Laura. "Hopefully, the headache should pass." Paul took the paracetamol and waited for the doorbell to ring. He was halfway through his cornflakes when it did. Laura answered the door and let Kevin in. "Hello Mrs Smith," said Kevin. "Where is he?" "She's in the kitchen," said Laura. Paul looked on as Kevin appeared in the doorway. He got up and went over to greet him. Kevin's eyes were scanning him from head to foot with awe. "Blimey Paul, you've even got the figure!" said Kevin. "You are becoming a girl!" "Never mind that for now," said Paul, picking up his bowl of cornflakes. "Theres a race to watch." "Sure thing. Your room?" asked Kevin. "Yes, now come on. I think it's on in the next ten minutes." The television had been left on, so when they got there, they had an idea of how long they had till the race began. "Never mind the interviews!" cried Paul. "Just get on with the race." Kevin was still in awe at Paul's appearance. However, Paul was glued to the screen and took no notice. Seeing that Paul was not in the mood to talk, Kevin decided to follow suit and pay full attention to the race. They watched the race with few interruptions. The main one being when Paul started holding his face. "What's up?" asked Kevin. "Headache. I woke up this morning with it. I think its to do with my sex change," replied Paul. "You think your face is changing?" asked Kevin. "Couldn't be anything else..... Webber has just spun off the track!" said Paul, his attention soon back on the race. Kevin turned to the screen too, as replays were quickly shown of Webber hitting the barrier. "He's safe, but out of the race," said Paul. They watched the remainder and greeted the end with a cheer as Hamilton got the all important win. * * * "You sure you're ok?" asked Kevin. "It'll pass," said Paul, clutching his face. "It feels better already." Kevin looked at him closely, expecting to see some change in his appearance, but there seemed to be none. "Your face looks the same," he said. "Good. I don't want to look too feminine for school," said Paul. "But the day will come when my face will be unmistakably female." "You're going to be in for a tough time then. You might as well go to school as a girl then," said Kevin. "I'd love that to be the case. I am actually enjoying this new life," said Paul. "You like all the girly activities then?" asked Kevin. "If you mean hair, clothes and make-up, yes I do," said Paul. "Because I am a girl." "But you like motorsports, you've just watched that race with pure enthusiasm." "Yes, so what? Some girls like football or some other sport. I just happen to be a girl who likes motorcars," said Paul. "You refer to yourself as a girl already. But if you are still changing, surely you should still call yourself a boy," said Kevin. "I'm more girl now than boy and prefer to be called a girl. My family refer to me as a girl, as do the girls when I'm not at school," said Paul. "School is the only time I am Paul now and I wish that scenario would end." "I'm going to miss you, as a boy that is," said Kevin. "Who isn't?" said Paul. "But I'm not changing that much. If you still want to hang out with me, you can." "It'll seem strange though, seeing you in skirts and all," said Kevin. "I could have worn a skirt today, but I thought that might freak you out too much," added Paul. "How could it? You've already got boobs, a narrow waist, wide hips and a nice butt," "And these," added Paul waving his hands, displaying his long red nails. "Whoa! I hope what ever you've got isn't catching!" exclaimed Kevin. "I don't think Linda would like me if I changed sex." "Well, its done the opposite for Kelly. She finds me more attractive now," said Paul. "You do look more attractive though," said Kevin. "How is it having boobs?" "The weight, I'm getting used to it, as I am to wearing a bra - lifesaver. But the nipples are fantastically sensitive," said Paul. "Can I see them?" asked Kevin, but he knew he had done wrong by the time the words had left his lips. "Sorry but no" said Paul. "Its not that I don't trust you, but if I did, you probably want to feel them next." "Okay, they are yours and nice ones too, from what I can see. I'll just ask Linda to show me hers," "When she is ready," said Paul. "Us girls have our rights too." "Kevin! Your dad is here!" called Laura from downstairs. "Well, thanks for having me over. Next time wear a skirt," said Kevin. "So you can peer up it? No way," smiled Paul. "Just kidding," chuckled Kevin. "I know you were. So get along then. Don't keep daddy waiting!" "Ok, see you tomorrow," said Kevin. "Will do. And if they ask where I am, I've gone to the toilet," said Paul. "Why would they ask?" asked Kevin. "I don't want your dad seeing me like this," said Paul. "Oh, of course. See ya." Paul decided to go to the bathroom anyway. He waited till he heard the sound of the front door shutting. Only then, did he venture downstairs. "Kevin's dad wanted to say hello," said Laura. "Pity you had to be dressed like that, but that can't be helped." "Don't tell me I've got to explain to Kevin's parents too?" said Paul. "I'm not asking you to," said Laura. "Unless Kevin can arrange to come by himself." "I'll speak to him tomorrow," said Paul. "I'll find Joanne now and get these removed." He looked at his nails sorrowfully. "Don't fret love, you can grow your nails one day," said Laura, as he climbed the stairs. "Jo, can you remove these now. I just want to get them done before I forget," he said upon entering her room. "Come on then, sit over here," she said. "No problems with your friend?" "None at all. Just that his father wanted to say hello, but I "went" to the toilet instead," said Paul. "Ah, a slight complication. Now just hold still while I apply the solvent." Paul was glad he decided to do it sooner rather than later, as it took time for the solvent to eat away the glue. Further solvent was then used to wash away the left over glue that was still on his nails. "Just go and wash them now. That stuff sure stinks," said Joanne. "I was getting used to them too," he sighed. "Don't worry about it. The day you go girl full time can't come soon enough," said Joanne. "Tell me about it," said Paul. After dinner, Paul went back to his room and switched on his television. He wasn't bothered about what to watch, and having discovered nothing worthwhile, he put on a DVD. World Rally Championship still ranked as his favourite motorsport, because it was less repetitive than Formula One, with most Rally tournaments consisting of time trials. From a drivers point of view, he preferred WRC as it certainly offered more comfort behind the wheel. He had sat in a Formula One car at a car show and realised how cramped it was, especially for your legs. He certainly felt respect for the drivers who had to spend two hours or so sitting in them. "I think I can make it as a rally driver. Show the world that women are just as capable as men," he thought to himself. He took that thought to bed with him and once again dreamt of being the first female rally champion, getting onto the podium, red hair flowing across his shoulders, champagne and trophy in hands, and Kelly standing beside him in his moment of glory. * * * Monday arrived and Paul felt slightly groggy. He decided that he was fit enough for school however, though in all honesty you really had to be ill to get time off. Getting up, he admired his curves before setting about hiding them with a sports bra and some towels around the middle as usual. It was the normal routine now, spend several hours as a boy before returning to the comfort of girls attire. He really did feel like a cross-dressing girl now. He knew however, that he had to endure school. How he was going to cope when the changes were complete, he hadn't a clue. He got dressed and had breakfast, still feeling slightly groggy. "You alright?" asked Laura. "Sure. Not bad enough to keep me from school," he said. "Well, if you're coming down with a cold, I'm keeping you here," she replied. "I don't think its a cold. I think its Sexchangeritus," he added. "Never mind the humour. Just finish your breakfast and be off," she said, though she did smile at the joke. He was as ever, keen to reach the back gates to meet Kelly. "Your lips look fuller still," she said to him. "Are they?" he replied. "So much better for this then." He kissed her passionately before breaking off to resume talking. "Kevin is okay with me. Though he wants me to wear a skirt next time." "You didn't wear a skirt?!" asked Kelly in shock. "I wore a pair of my sister's jeans. They're quite nice," he replied. "Oh well, but I did think you would wear a skirt," said Kelly. "I didn't want to freak him out. But as I said, he's okay with me," said Paul. "I'm wondering about this place though," said Kelly. "Your face is looking more feminine, people are going to start talking." "I'd like to have time off, but I can't unless I break a leg or something," said Paul. "But you'd still be expected here then, even with crutches," added Kelly. "Putting it in a nutshell, I'm in for tough days ahead," he replied. "But if you can cope, it will be so worth it," smiled Kelly. "It will," he sighed. "There goes the bell. Lets go." Paul could only think of one way to get around being identified as girly and that was to avoid looking at people if necessary. Between lessons, he stuck close to Mike and chatted as much as possible. It worked and by dinner, he hadn't had any problems. "You didn't try kissing him, did you?" asked Linda. Her question was aimed at Kevin. "No he didn't," said Paul. "But you know I'm not interested. Besides, he really does like you." "Yes Linda, I really do. I won't try to cross you, ever!" said Kevin. "Really? Would you buy me a gold chain for my birthday?" she asked him. "Depending on price, but yes, I would," he stammered. "I'm just suggesting a gift. You could give me something else if you like," she smiled. "Like what?" he asked. "A kiss," she said, leaning in and kissing him. "Ok, I'll just give you a kiss for your birthday," he said. "To my other lips!" she purred in a sultry voice. "Ok, that sounds like a very good gift," he stammered. "Stop teasing him, Linda," said Paul. "I think I sense a bulge in his trousers and it's not his house keys." "Honestly, are you just pulling my leg?" asked Kevin, now thinking that it was a joke afterall. "Maybe I'm not," she answered, still in that sexy voice. "What if my parents said yes?" "Yes, that would be good. But my parents would have to say yes too," he said eventually, now feeling frantic. "Excuse me. I need to go to the toilet." After he left the table, the others burst out laughing. "Seriously Linda, do you want to make out with him on your birthday?" asked Kelly. "I am being serious. But I couldn't help but wind him up just then," said Linda. "I hope he hasn't caused too much mess to his underpants," said Paul. "I say, your face looks more pretty now," said Linda. "You sure you're still a boy?" "Don't talk too loud," said Kelly. "He's coming to the end and things are going to be tougher than ever for him." "Sorry, but even now, he would be better off in a girls uniform," said Linda. "Don't you think I want that?" he replied. "Of course I'd prefer to be a girl here, but the records have me as a boy, remember." Kevin came back moments later to finish off his dinner, which Linda had managed to save from the dinner supervisor's clutches. "So, do you need new underpants?" asked Paul. "Luckily, no," said Kevin. "Don't do that again, Linda." Paul remained back to speak to Kevin alone. "Next race is Spain, then its Monaco. The races are weekly after that," said Paul. "Oh great, that means they'll be at more conveniant times," said Kevin. "Yes, and by the way, Linda was not joking. She really does want to make out with you." Kevin's fork hit his tray. "She does?! Oh well, wonderful! Oh, when is her birthday?" "I thought you knew? July," said Paul. "Ok. I'll get her a gold chain anyway. Thanks." Paul left him to finish his dinner and waited for the bell for afternoon form. The rest of the day went without fuss and he met Kelly as usual by the back gate. "Well, another day over and you can return to the sanctum of feminimity," said Kelly. "Agreed," said Paul. "This sports bra really hurts now. I must be getting bigger still." "You complaining?" she asked. "Didn't you say you're a B?" "Yes, I am. But if I'm getting bigger, I am not complaining." "Shall we go, anyway?" said Kelly. "Oh, not again," said Paul as they were halfway home. "What is it?" asked Kelly. "That headache again. I had one yesterday. My face is changing, its the only answer," said Paul. "You're on the home stretch, aren't you?" asked Kelly. "Possibly. I just don't know when," he said. "Hope its during the holiday, its only a week on Friday," said Kelly. "But what if its before then?" asked Paul. "I'd like it soon, but its how I'm going to cope at school thats the problem." "Don't worry now. You said yourself that things will work out," said Kelly. "I just wish I knew how," he replied. "Well, let me make you feel better," she said, and kissed him. Paul returned it and it was a while before they broke apart. "Just look forward to the time when we can make love together as girls," said Kelly. "I know things are not looking good for me either, but I'm trying to stay positive." "Well, see you tomorrow," said Paul. "Yes love," said Kelly. "Bye." * * * Paul arrived home and decided it was best to tell his parents about his latest headache. Laura decided to look him closely in the face just to see for sure if his face has altered. "Sorry to say this, but your nose is smaller," she said at last. Alex took a close look too and came to the same conclusion. "Ok, I get the picture. I look like a girl now, but I still sound like a boy," he said, feeling down. "It's school, isn't it?" asked Laura. "You fear being picked on for..." "Looking like a girl," finished Paul. "The thing I really want is actually hindering my life." "If its any help, I've had another dream," said Alex. "Go on then," said Paul. "Well, it went like this: I was standing at a racecourse and loads of horses raced past, and all were being ridden by the number twenty five," he said. "So I take it that twenty five has something to do with your fortune?" said Paul. "I presume so, but what? Have I got to place a ?25 bet on a horse or something?" said Alex. "Possibly," said Joanne, who had not long entered the house. "Haven't you heard about money slang? Pony is the slang term for ?25." "She's got it!" said Alex. "I have got to bet ?25 on a horse." "It might be more precise than that," said Laura. "It might be a horse rather than any horse." "Right, I may need another dream then," said Alex. He thought he had had his fortune worked out. For Paul, he spent the rest of the day in his room contemplating, as the thought of his feminine face raced across his mind. He was glad that Paula's face was starting to appear at last, but the thought of someone other than a friend or relative noticing this worried him. That night, in bed, he met Paula again. He hoped that he might learn that the end was nigh, and her words seemed to confirm that. "Hello," she said. "Soon, we will be the same. Hair length aside." "It is almost over?" asked Paul. "Yes, it is. The changes will soon be over and you'll be 100% female. Yet this isn't the end of the story. Once the changes are over, I will no longer visit you. You'll be on your own." "I see. Can you give me any warnings of what is yet to come?" he asked. "Only that the coming weeks will be far from smooth. There are problems ahead, but also some happiness. But greater happiness lies further ahead," she replied. "But what about my face, about school? I'm going to be outted as a freak, for being a boy that looks like a girl!" asked Paul. "All will be well. You just don't know it yet. But you'll be happy, I promise," said Paula. Paul awoke next morning still not sure of how things would work out. But he realised that today was going to test his metal to the max: it was Tuesday, PE Tuesday. "I wish I was sick," he told Laura at breakfast. "Is this to do with PE again?" she asked. "How did you guess?" he said. "You've disliked PE since you started getting your curves. Not that I blame you," she replied. "You try undressing in front of twenty-plus boys without letting on you've got wide hips and a large bum," he complained. "You've coped so far, so you can cope today," she added. For the first time in a while, Paul didn't agree with his mom. He headed off to school as normal, with his new "hide your face" plan still in operation. Paul's fear of PE was now known among his friends and Kelly spotted the signs immediately. "Just get over it. Just do as you've been doing every Tuesday," she told him. "Kevin will watch your back." "My face is nearly completely feminine," he explained. "Someone is bound to notice sooner or later." "Oh just get on with it. Just don't show fear," said Kelly. "Here's something to warm your spirits." She gave him his morning kiss but deeper. He couldn't deny that kissing was becoming a much more pleasureable experience with his lips being fuller and more sensitive. He started to feel warm in the groin region and felt a sudden feeling in his hugely reduced penis. "It's come back to life!" he said in a low voice. "My cock has come back to life!" "Sssh!" said Kelly. "Its expected surely? My clit becomes erect when aroused." "Alright, I understand. Its just that kissing you is so sexual now," he said. "I know how you feel. Don't think I don't get aroused, because I do," she said. With that, she left him as they went inside to start the school day. Paul tried his best to keep PE at the back of his mind and focused as much as possible on the lessons, even if they were boring. "PE isn't that bad," said Mike. "You know Harris doesn't usually pick on anyone because they're weaklings. He only picks on the jerks." "What about boys with breasts and cute faces?" replied Paul. "Just leave it to Kevin and me," said Mike. "I owe you anyway, for the number of times you've saved my skin." "Thanks mate," smiled Paul. "But you'll need something good." "It will be," said Mike. Lessons went as normal as could be until dinner. With just PE left, Paul's nerves came back. Kevin had noticed something too that would have made things worse. He decided not to mention it, just to stop Paul switching from nervous to absolute panicky. "Look Paul. We know the problems you have and we won't let you get caught out by anyone," said Kevin. "We'll get you through PE in one piece, I assure you." Paul hung back a while after finishing his packed lunch. Kelly sat with him until a supervisor told them to move. "You'll be okay. I'll meet you after school," she said and gave him a confidence boosting kiss. Despite that, his confidence, low as it was, was given a further blow upon arriving at the changing room after afternoon form. Mr Harris came along with another teacher: Mr Fowler, a science teacher who sometimes did PE lessons too. Both were carrying piles of towels, which meant only one thing and Kevin and Mike had to stop Paul from freaking out. "We're using the showers, we're using the showers!" cried Paul in a low voice full of panic. "Calm down! We've got a plan to get you out of this," said Kevin. There was no escaping the lesson as they were all shunted into the changing room by the teachers. "Listen Paul. We're going to help you avoid the showers but you'll need to calm down," said Kevin. "We're obviously doing the block run. Just try and get it done quickly, ok?" "Ok," said Paul, trying to relax. The block run required a second teacher, hence Mr Fowler's involvement. It was simply a time trial, involving a near mile length course around the neighbouring streets. It began and ended at the school gates. It was usually Harris who stood at the gates with a clipboard and stopwatch, timing the students as they finished. Mr Fowler went around the course just to ensure none of them went off elsewhere and to give the slower ones some "encouragement". "I'll tell you the rest during the run," said Kevin. "Ok, you lot. Its block run time again and I want everyone doing it in the time," said Harris. "Those who fail will be doing it again TWICE!" Paul had never had that happen. He had always been within the ten minute limit, as had Mike and Kevin. "You know the drill," continued Harris. "Once you've finished, head back here, strip off and take a shower. Fresh towels are over there (he pointed at the nearby table). Now, are you all changed?" "Sir?" asked one boy. "Do we have enough time to do it twice more if we're too slow?" "We have forty minutes! Plenty of time! Now shut up or you'll be doing it twice more anyway," said Harris. "So, whats the plan?" asked Paul as they headed towards the gate. "Simple actually," said Kevin. "When you get back into the changing room, just get dressed. Once you're dressed, head out." "But what if someone asks where I'm going?" added Paul. "You're going to the toilet - for a two. If you say just for a pee, they'll just ask you to do it in the shower," said Kevin. "Its the only surefire excuse," added Mike. "And stop in there till the bell goes." * * * They arrived at the gates and gathered, awaiting Harris' whistle. "On your marks, GO!" cried Harris. "As I said," said Kevin. "Just get it done quickly. Harris won't come inside till everyone is finished. Same for Fowler." The run went as it usually did for them. Fowler did run along with the front runners before dropping back to persuade those near the back to up the pace. Though he was strict, Fowler wasn't the same as Harris. "Paul, isn't it?" he asked Paul as he decided to run along the pack they were in. "Yes," said Paul, keeping his eyes on the path ahead. "Just checking. Isn't your hair a bit long?" he asked. "I like it this way sir," said Paul, slightly annoyed and still concentrating on running. "Ok, if you say so," said Fowler. He dropped back and returned to the slower bunch. "Will anyone ever stop questioning my hair?" said Paul. "If you were among girls, they would ask why isn't your hair longer," said Kevin. "Doubt it," said Paul. "Girls can have it any length. Ask my sister. If I had a photo of every style she has ever had, I could do a book." "Come on then. You need to get back long before the straddlers do," said Mike. They upped their pace slightly. Soon, the gates were in sight and Paul was getting ready to put the plan into action. "Smith. Seven twenty-four," said Harris. "Not bad. Go on in." Kevin and Mike were just seconds behind and followed Paul into the changing room. "Go on, get changed quick!" hissed Kevin. Paul ran to the bench where his things were and quickly got changed. Urgency was key, for he had to show that a trip to the toilet couldn't wait. "Oi, where are you off to?" asked one boy who was already naked and heading towards the shower. "Toilet! Need a crap, desperately!" said Paul, acting his part well. He was out the door and heading to the toilet soon after. Once in the corridor, he slowed down and made for the nearest boys toilet. Once inside, he found a cubicle and sat down. "Oh no, not now!" he sighed, as his stomach started to hurt. The pain however travelled to his groin and remained for a few minutes. He decided to check himself while he had some privacy, but found that his vagina was still absent. His penis was certainly a shadow of its former self and was just a small mound now. He put his fingers to it and was shocked by the sensitivity of it. It had certainly come back to life. He checked his watch: twenty minutes to go. He sighed and slumped backwards, time always seemed to take longer to pass when you were bored. He tried to pee anyway and just about did. Feeling the need to do something, he left the cubicle and went to the sinks and washed his face, deciding that he could have a shower at home. After what seemed like ages, he heard the bell ring followed by the usual bustle of students hurrying out of classrooms. He took the cue to leave the toilet and head for the girls changing room. While he waited for the girls to leave, Kevin arrived. "No one missed me?" asked Paul. "Not really. Harris asked where you were, but I just told him. Nothing said," said Kevin. "Thats a relief," sighed Paul. "Oh, here they come." "Hi love," said Kelly running up to him and kissing him. "How did you get on?" "He survived," said Kevin. "Block run but without the shower." "How did you weasel out of that one?" asked Linda. "Trip to the toilet," said Paul. "Longest I've been in one too." "Told you there was nothing to worry about," said Kelly. "Still next week," said Paul. "Lets get out of here. I prefer home to school any day," said Linda. "You heard her. Lets go," said Kevin. "See you tomorrow," said Paul. "Coming?" "As always," said Kelly. The journey home was enjoyable as always. "So, you had the block run today?" asked Kelly. "We'll do it next week then." "How good are you at it?" asked Paul. "Not bad. Not the quickest, but up there," said Kelly. "Fastest time is ten minutes fifteen." "I take it you get longer then?" he added. "We get fifteen minutes. How long do you get?" she asked. "Ten," said Paul. "And if you fall outside it, you run it again." "We don't do that. We do shower though," said Kelly. "I wouldn't mind using your shower," he mused. "Well, beware of probing fingers if you do," she smiled. "Mine!" "I'd probably invite you to," he replied. "Ok then. Lets see how you like this!" she said, and started tickling him all over. "Stop it, that tickles!" he said giggling. "Well well, who's suddenly feeling happier?" she smiled. "This is what makes me happy," he said, pulling her into a kiss. She melted in his arms as they enjoyed another tender moment. They said their goodbyes and headed off home. Paul arrived home knowing that another Tuesday was history. "You look cheerful," said Laura as he entered the house. "Of course, just survived PE again and kissed my dream girl passionately for the nth hundredth time," he replied. "Oh, thats good. How was PE?" she asked. Paul explained, before asking if he could take a shower. "By all means! Use the shower where no one can see your body," she said smiling. "Just kidding. Go ahead, take one." He went upstairs, stripped off and went to enjoy a shower. It was a while later, after getting dressed, that he felt a soreness in his throat. But after a few minutes, it went away. For the rest of the day, all seemed ok, nothing to worry about. Alex was still puzzling over his horse related fortune, having had no further dreams. "Just hang on, you'll have another dream surely," said Laura. "Yes dad, we haven't had one yet," said Joanne. "Yes, but what if the race is tomorrow?" he said. "Dad, there are hundreds of race meetings, loads of races and plenty of horses. I should wait for another dream. Its bound to be hinted to which race and which horse you need to bet on," said Paul. "You're right," said Alex. "Hopefully another one will come along soon." Paul spent the rest of the evening watching a Bond movie. He was still happy that action films were still on his list of things to do when bored. Having his own television had allowed him to view such films more often too. He went to bed that night feeling slightly better, in the comfort that his final block run had been completed. When he woke up the next morning, his throat felt really sore. Despite this, he washed and prepared for school as normal. But upon arriving in the kitchen, all that changed. "I'm out of cereals, it will have to be toast this morning," said Laura. "Do you want jam or marmalade?" "Jam," said Paul, or so he thought. His voice was barely audible to his own ears. "Whoa, your voice sounds terrible," said Laura. "I'm sorry to say, but it's no school for you today." Paul wasn't sure whether to celebrate or not. But he knew the school would send him home if he arrived with no voice. He watched on as Laura went to phone the school and explain his absense. "Oh, you want proof?!" said Laura. "Here's proof!" She gave the phone to Paul and asked him to speak into it. After a few more brief words, she put the phone down. "Ok, Paula. You might as well put some other clothes on. You've got the rest of the week off," she said. "Thanks mom," he croaked. "I know what you're thinking, that this is to do with your transformation. I have to agree, but the school will put it down as a bad throat infection," said Laura. The only thing that bothered him now was Kelly. She would be standing by the bike shed waiting for him, only that he wasn't going to turn up. He decided the only thing he could do was send her a text message on his mobile phone. He went upstairs and did just that. She wouldn't get it till later that afternoon, but it would at least keep her from worrying about him. "Paula, I'm going shopping in a while. Do you want to come?" called Laura. He came downstairs and nodded to her. "Just tidy your hair up sweetheart," she replied. A few minutes later, and Paul's alternate plan for the day had started.