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Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 22 Laura's shopping trip was nothing more than a trip to the local supermarket, to pick up some much needed groceries. With Paul's voice very much non existant, Laura spoke to him in a way that merely required him to shake or nod his head. However, he had an idea to make communication easier. They were taking a break from shopping and having a drink in a cafe. "It is awkward when you've lost your voice," said Laura. "I lost it for a while before you were born and I had to use sign language of sorts to make myself understood." Paul nodded understandingly. He then raised his hand to suggest he had an idea. He mimed writing on a piece of paper. "You want to write something?" she asked. He nodded. "Well, I do carry a pen and some paper on me, for writing shopping lists. Here you go." Paul took the paper and pen and began to write. He then passed the paper to Laura. "Ah, thats an idea. If you make the writing small, we might get a decent conversation," said Laura. So, they managed to "talk" by means of having Paul write his words (if needed) on the paper. "I suppose we've heard the last of your boy voice?" she asked him. He decided to just nod for that. "So, when your voice returns, how are we going to explain things to school?" she asked. "I don't know. I'm trying not to think about it," he wrote. "But one thing is for sure. Even without make-up, you look like a girl," said Laura. Paul answered that with an uncertain smile. The problem concerning school was still on his mind. However, he wrote down more on the paper. "I wish I could go to school as Paula." "Well, I did buy you a school skirt. It would be nice to use it," she smiled. "But how to explain that you are a girl now." Paul's face said it all. He didn't know. "So, if your voice is changing, does this mean the end is nigh?" she asked. "Very nigh," he wrote. "Next few days maybe?" Those words brought the truth home to Laura. Her son was going to be no more in a physical sense in just a few days? It prompted her to ask Paul one question. "Can you be Paul at home, just for one last day?" she asked. "Just so we can say goodbye to him." Paul nodded, a smile on his face. When they returned home, Paul continued to write down things if necessary. His voice was still croaky and sore. Laura took a closer look at his throat and face, seeing if any further changes had occurred. "Your jaw line is more feminine and your Adam's apple is nearly gone," she concluded. Paul sighed, but tried to look happy. "We've got a few days to try and work something out," she said. "I'll get you another drink. Might help soothe your throat." Paul decided to spend the rest of the day in his room, just to have something to do. But his solace was interupted by Laura coming in with a few old albums. "Finished the housework. I decided to have a look at these, your photos," she said. Paul sat beside her and looked at the photos charting his life from a baby. All the memories came flooding back to him, from his first bath, his first ice cream (melting over his hands), to the first toy car, the one that started his keen interest in motorsports. Now, he was close to beginning a new chapter in his life, her life. Life as Paula. He felt this was a way of saying goodbye to himself, and found tears rolling down his cheeks. "These memories will never die, sweetheart," said Laura, wrapping an arm around him. "Lets make the transition a happy memory too." She left the albums with him. He continued to peruse through them, not watching the time. He was nearly through the third album when he heard Joanne come in. "Afternoon sis," she said peering round the door. "Mom says you've lost your voice." "I have," he replied in a croaky voice. "Ooh, that is bad. Nice to have time off from school though," she added. He went back to looking at photos, hearing Alex arrive, then moments later, his phone rang. He picked it up. "Hi Paula, it's Alicia. Found out you weren't in during dinner. Just got your message, you ok?" "I can hardly speak," he said, barely. "Oh, you sound bad. Has Kelly phoned you yet? She missed you today." "No," he replied. "Ok, I'll phone her and tell her your voice is out of sorts. Hope you get better soon. Bye." He put the phone down and wondered if Kelly would phone anyway. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again, but with the message tone instead. He picked it up and listened to the message, from Kelly of course. "Hi Paula, I really missed you today. Alicia just phoned to tell me you've lost your voice, though I did get your text. I hope you get better soon and get your voice back, though I presume it might sound different from now on. Hope I see you soon, lots of love. Kelly." "At least Kevin and Mike will get the message tomorrow," thought Paul. Later that day, during dinner, Alex and Joanne were introduced to the idea of having one last day with Paul. "I'd suggest Saturday," said Laura. "But we cannot be sure that Paul will still be here by then." Having heard Paul's croaky voice, Alex and Joanne decided to refrain from asking him too much. "So, when do you suggest?" asked Alex. "Either tomorrow or Friday," said Laura. "But, as I said, Paula could be completely female anytime in the next few days." "Then we should have a party for Paula too," put in Joanne. "Take her shopping, give her the works." "You're forgetting school," said Laura. "It may be that Paula will have to finish school as a boy. Therefore, her hair must be kept in an androgynous style until then. But I should imagine Paula would love a day at the salon." Paul nodded enthusiastically. "We'll arrange an appointment for you as soon as the chance arises," said Laura. "Back to the original topic, lets do it tomorrow afternoon," said Alex. "Agreed?" "You'll have to wear boys things though, Paula," said Laura. Paul just smiled and nodded. Enduring that sports bra would be worth it. He just wished Kelly could be there with him. * * * Thursday came and Paul was told that his farewell party would be that afternoon. Until then, he could wear girl attire. He was allowed a little more time in bed too, seeing that school wasn't on the agenda. Again, he decided to look for things to do, seeing that Laura was busy with housework. She seemed to be spending more time in the kitchen and seemed keen for Paul to keep away. He suspected that it had something to do with later on. His voice was still croaky and sore, but it was slightly clearer. His mom was sure that it contained a hint of the voice he going to get. Even so, he kept talking to a minimum and drank plenty. When Laura did have time to spare, she did spend it with him. She came into his room and helped sort out the clothes in his drawers, sorting out Paula's from Paul's, as well as concluding for the umpteenth time that he needed a wardrobe to hang his dresses in. "When it comes to Paula's welcoming do, we'll need to sort you something out," she said as she looked at the various garments. "But what do you want to wear tonight?" Paul looked at the boys clothes on offer. Nothing compared to girls clothes when it came to formal attire. He had never been keen on mens formal attire. "Do you want to wear a tie?" she asked. "I can always get your dad to lend you one." Paul had never liked ties. Ever since starting secondary school, he had loathed them. Girls wore them too, but that made no difference. They were uncomfortable and especially so in the warm weather. Some teachers allowed them to take them off or loosen them if the temperature was high, but some wouldn't, putting appearance over health. "Ok, I'll wear one," he croaked. "You'd be much happier in a dress, I know. But this is Paul's party," said Laura, sensing his mood. "I wish Kelly could come," he said. "I do too," she replied. "I won't need to say a speech will I?" he asked. "With your voice as it is, no," she replied. "This is just going to be a special get together." The front door could be heard opening. It was Joanne. "That time already," said Laura. "I'll leave you to decide, shall I?" "Sure," he said. Minutes later, his phone rang. "Hello?" he said. "See your voice is still messed up," said Alicia. "Hows things?" "Fine. Will be better when my new voice arrives," he replied. "Ah, thats what it is! Bet you can't wait to sound like a girl, can you?" "Yes and no," he added. "Hmm, what do you mean?" she asked. "School. Must sound like boy," he said. "Oh, just come as a girl and hope no one notices," she replied. Paul had to chuckle at that. "No, can't do that. Must be a boy." "Pity, seeing that you really are a girl. Anyway, I hope you can visit again soon. Kelly misses you loads. Bye." Despite missing him loads, Kelly didn't phone him. He suspected that she was keeping her calls to him at a minimum, just in case her parents found out. He decided to set about getting ready for the farewell party. He put on a shirt and trousers (his girls school trousers were the only ones available) and his shoes. His dad came in a short while later with a selection of ties. "Ties are rather smart," said Alex. "Nothing wrong with them at all." Paul was unmoved. He picked one and let Alex put it on for him. "I prefer girls clothes. More stylish," he said. "I see your point, but don't put mens clothes down," said Alex. "Besides, this isn't black tie." Dad left him to finish getting ready. There wasn't any doubt that Paul was going to enjoy the "Welcome Paula" party for clothes more than this one. "You ready yet?" said Laura from behind the door. Paul just nodded and followed her downstairs. The party was in the kitchen, where everyone was now gathered. A plate full of sandwiches, packets of crisps and a large cake with "Goodbye Paul, we'll miss you!" written in icing on top. It wasn't great, but Paul didn't mind. It was the thought that counted. "We'll be doing something better for Paula," said Laura. "Don't ruin the surprise, mom," said Joanne. "It doesn't matter," said Paul, brushing aside the tears. "Thanks." "Well son. On behalf of myself, your mom and your sister," said Alex. "We have enjoyed these past 16 years of your life immensely and hope that we continue to do so when you eventually become our daughter." "Thanks dad," said Paul, hugging him. "No, thank you," said Alex. "We've been proud to have you as our son, now make us proud to have you as our daughter." "Shall we get started on the sandwiches?" asked Laura. They tucked into the small buffet. Soft drinks had been provided, seeing that Paul was still unable to to drink alcohol. "I propose a toast," said Laura. "I agree," said Alex. "To Paul, for being the best son possible." "To Paul," said Laura and Joanne. They then started on the cake. During this time, they reminisced on Paul's life. "Thanks for everything," said Paul when the party was nearing its end. "I've just got one thing to say now. Can I put on a skirt now?" * * * Paul went to bed that night thinking about the life that he was leaving behind. Though it wasn't exactly that. It was just the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next. He was just hoping that the soreness in his throat would ebb, allowing him to speak more easily. Friday arrived and when he got up, his throat did feel better. Speaking was easier, but it wasn't that that he noticed first. The sound of his voice was different. It sounded feminine. He wondered how his parents would react. His dad had left for work early as usual. Joanne was up and preparing to catch the bus to college. "Morning all. My throat is getting better," he said when he arrived in the kitchen. "Morning Paula," said Laura. "My, one sounds different today." "I'm still a little croaky," said Paul. "But you sound like a girl, no question about it," said Laura. "Did I hear another girl in the house?" said Joanne. She was just heading out when she heard Paul's new voice. "You did. Now go or you'll miss your bus," said Laura. "Ok, see ya later. Bye sis!" said Joanne. "So, let me see. You are almost there now. Just need to clear that remaining frog from your throat and.," said Laura. "Just my vagina to go," said Paul. "And that could happen before this week is over?" asked Laura. "Could do. Can't wait!" said Paul. "Would you like to go out again with me?" she asked. "Sure. Where to this time?" he replied. "Up to you. Go looking for more clothes if you like. But no salons," she said. "What about stuff to put clothes in?" suggested Paul. "Can't buy you a wardrobe yet but we can still look around for one," said Laura. So, they headed for the shops again. Paul didn't want to admit it, but he found himself getting closer to his mom now and less to his dad. It was becoming that way with Kevin too. He was still friends with Kevin, but he wanted to spend more time with other girls, especially Kelly. Laura wasn't out to buy anything particular. She just liked walking around the shops, browsing. They headed for clothes shops mainly, a once no-go area for Paul, but now becoming a favourite haunt. They also found a furniture store which sold some wardrobes. Because Paul's room needed redecorating and rearranging, they weren't sure how big a wardrobe he could have. Apart from stopping at a cafe for a light snack, Laura bought only one item: a copy of Lord of the Rings. Paul had wanted to read it again after Alicia had recommended him to do so. Mom saw fit to buy him a copy rather than borrow one from the library. With Paul's appearance and voice, the librarians wouldn't believe that he was Paul Smith, the name on his library card. Even she was finding it difficult to believe it. Though she was now used to seeing him dressed as a girl, hearing a girl's voice emanating from his lips was still a shock to her system. "I think you'll need to try and sound like you used to," she said on the way home. "For school that is. Can you try and sound like a boy?" "I think so, but I want to get used to this voice first," said Paul. "It's a nice voice, really suits you. Though it makes it clear that you are my daughter now," said Laura. Upon arriving home, Paul decided to take a shower. It gave him an opportunity to see if his vagina was near appearing. He noticed that his penis had now completely withdrawn, now within a small hole. He felt what seemed like a groove starting from his clitoris going down between his legs. It felt slightly sensitive. He reluctantly gave up the temptation to explore the sensitivity and continued to wash. He decided he had to tell Laura about it. "It's forming! My beautiful vagina is forming!" he cried. "Ok, sweetheart. Calm down," said Laura. "I'm happy to hear it." He decided to message his friends on his phone. They'd be keen to hear his new voice, but then he changed his mind. He decided to keep them waiting. They would probably phone him to check on his condition but he'd make out that his voice was still very croaky. * * * It was dinner time at school and Paul's absense was still being felt. "He told me that his voice was changing," said Alicia. "So next time we see him, he'll sound like a girl." "But that means his changes are almost complete. He said his voice would be one of the last things to change," said Kelly. "I just wish I could be with him now." "So, Paul is gone, so to speak," said Kevin. "It will feel unusual watching racing with a girl." "He might feel the same way," said Linda. "You mean he doesn't want to see me again?" asked Kevin, worriedly. "I doubt it very much," said Kelly. "I'm still your friend but I only hang out with you here. But it's likely that he does prefer girl's company now. He really does enjoy it." "But back to his voice. When he returns, he'll need to speak like a boy," said Alicia. "Thats going to be tricky," said Linda. "Even if he could, he's only going to sound like a girl speaking like a boy." "His transformation has ended too early," sighed Kevin. Mike nodded in agreement. "He, I mean she, has to endure another month at least of being a boy," said Kelly. "Kelly is right. From now on, Paul really is a girl," said Alicia. "And we're going to stand by her." "So, is Paul really sick?" asked Mike. "No he isn't. His voice is changing and it is making him sound as though he has lost his voice," said Alicia. "I'll phone him up again when I get home." "Can you keep me informed?" asked Kelly. "I will," said Alicia. "He probably misses you too." Kelly did miss him. She missed walking home with him. She only dared phone him when the chances of her parents finding out was near zero. Other than that, she depended on Alicia. She would always say Alicia's name out loud, just in case her parents overheard. Alicia arrived home and went straight upstairs to get her phone. After a few seconds, Paul answered. "Hi Paula. Hows your voice?" she asked. "Still croaky," said Paul, sounding worse than he was. "Ok. Just remember that we're thinking of you. Get well soon, as theres a girl desperate to see you again." "I know. I miss her too. Should be back next week, if I can get my voice sorted out," said Paul. "Ok, and are you close to the end?" she added. "Don't know," he replied. He didn't want to give away too much. "Well, when you do, we want to welcome you to the sisterhood!" Paul chuckled. Alicia was a great friend, but would have made a great sister. "I'll see you next week," he said. "I hope so," said Alicia. She put the phone down and started idly playing with her hair. "It would be nice if Paula could show up on Monday instead of Paul," she thought to herself. "I think he wants that too." She was about to reach for her brush when she remembered Kelly. She picked up her phone and dialled. "Hi Kelly. Just called Paula. Says her voice is still bad but hopes to be back on Monday." "I hope so. Shes starting to look really pretty. Can't wait for her hair to grow out. Thanks anyway, gotta go, nature calls." "Bye," said Alicia and put the phone down. * * * Paul spent the next hour trying to pull off a boys voice. Laura sat and watched as he tried various pitches, giving him suggestions on what to try next. "It's not much use," he sighed. "I don't think I can go any deeper. My old voice is gone and not coming back." "Don't give up. Just keep practising," said Laura. "But have a rest. I'll get you a drink. Besides, I need to get dinner done." He reached over and grabbed one of her magazines. He was starting to find them interesting, especially the adverts for mail order clothes. "What have you found sis?" asked Joanne, entering the room and burying her head in her latest hair magazine. "Just looking at the magazines. Some are interesting," he replied. "I think some of the stories in there are of interest to men too," said Laura, bringing in a glass of orangeade. "You think so?" he asked. "Sure. Your dad reads them sometimes," she replied. "Anyway, what have you found?" He showed her an advert for skirts. "Nice. But you can get similar in the shops," she added. "The woman wearing is good looking too," said Paul. "Really attractive." "You like her in a sexual way?" asked Laura. "Yes, but I am a lesbian," he replied. He continued to look through the magazine when an article caught his eye. There was a girl in the photo with hair past her shoulders, wearing a pretty dress for her birthday. He read the caption underneath. "My happiness for my son turned daughter." The girl was really a boy? He read the article through and felt a pang of guilt. "That girl should have had my fortune cookie. I didn't want to be a girl. She does," he said. "I know, but don't look at it that way, Paula," said Laura. "For the past few weeks, you have been just as desperate to be a girl as that young boy there." Paul nodded. "That fortune cookie aimed to bring you happiness. You are now wearing girls clothes, you're growing your hair out, and from what I can tell, you are really happy about it." "Yes, I am happy to be a girl now. But I get to be a real girl and she doesn't," said Paul. "Her family think she is a girl. And she looks happy to be one," said Laura. "I consider her fortunate with all the hatred towards people like that." "It's like gays. We get a lot of stick too," said Paul. "But we're sticking by you," said Laura. "Unlike Kelly's parents," said Paul with a huff. "I know," said Laura, putting an arm around him. "I'll tell you something sis," said Joanne, who had been listening "When you start college, join the LGBT group. They offer gay and transgender students support, if anyone in the college gets anti-gay with them." "Sounds good. I hope Kelly ends up at the same college as me," he said. "Kelly needs that group more than you to be honest," added Joanne. "Ok, I'll leave you two for now. Dinner to do," said Laura. "By the way sis, love the voice," said Joanne. "Just get rid of the raspiness and you're there." "I think I will," said Paul. "My future self had a clear voice." "Do you still meet her?" asked Joanne. "Yes, but thats going to end soon," he replied. "She'll stop seeing me when I'm finally her." "So, thats soon?" asked Joanne. "Yes," said Paul. "By the way, wheres dad?" "Working late," said Laura. "Though he should be back soon." "So, you were trying to impersonate a boy?" asked Joanne. "Heard something when I came in." "I was, but its no use. I can't do it," said Paul. "Well, lets hear your best shot," said Joanne. Paul gave it his best. "Told you I was rubbish," "Might be better when your rasp has gone," admitted Joanne. Alex arrived home just then and wondered what was up. He hadn't heard Paul's new voice yet. "Hi dad," said Paul. Alex just turned to look at him. "Did you just say that?" he asked. "Sure did," said Paul. "Not the finished item but it sounds great!" "We just want her to impersonate her old voice," said Laura. "Otherwise school is going to be a problem for her." "I'm nearly there," said Paul. "I'm almost a complete girl." They continued the talk over dinner. "Do you think she should go to school on Monday?" asked Alex. "Because if she can't do the voice, shes got problems." "I did tell the school that she would be back on Monday," said Laura. "I'm hoping shes got the voice right by then." Paul noted the concern on their faces. He knew he had to try and get the voice right. Hopefully, his voice will be cleared tomorrow. "What would please me more than anything, would be to go to school as me. The new me. As Paula," said Paul. "But your school records have you down as a boy," said Laura. "They'll be expecting a boy back." "But can't you just tell them that I'm having a sex change," said Paul. "Just think Paula. You turn up on Monday wearing a skirt. What are they going to think?" asked Alex. "They'll send you back here and tell you to put some trousers on," said Laura. "What about these?" asked Paul, pointing to his chest. "They should prove the point." "To get breasts your size, sis," said Joanne. "would take months of hormone treatment, so much, it would predate your sixteenth birthday. Your change has happened too quickly to be medical." "I know, magic did this, and by the sound of things, its going to take magic to get me out of this mess," said Paul. "And besides, I was told by my future self, that this problem would be sorted out." "Maybe it will. Maybe you will get the voice perfected," said Laura. "I'll work on it tomorrow. My voice should have cleared by then," he added. He spent the evening in his room and decided to start reading his new book. He came downstairs just the once, to collect a drink before turning in for the night. All thoughts were on trying to master his old voice. * * * All thoughts were put aside when he fell asleep and found himself in a dream. He was not in the usual field, but by a pool. A familiar red haired girl was kneeling by the water. She turned towards him and smiled. He walked over and knelt beside her. "Look in the water," she told him. "Our reflections are basically the same, except for our hair length. We could be identical twins." Paul looked at himself and smiled. To think that he feared this reflection once. Now it brought him joy. "You are concerned about school still," she said. "Don't be. It will be alright, but in this final meeting, I am still saying nothing." "This is our final meeting?" he said. "Yes, it is," she said. "Tonight, we become one." "So, when I wake up tomorrow?" he started. "You will be a girl, one hundred percent," she smiled. "And you won't forget who you were." "So, my memories will remain?" he asked. "They will. But I won't say any more." "Why? What will happen?" he asked. "I won't say. Just enjoy the moment," she said. "Ok, I will," said Paul. "So, this is it. Even now, your girlhood is starting to awake, ready to be explored. You won't feel it happen, but when you awake, you'll be complete," she smiled. "And to think, you, or is that me, never wanted this in the first place. Now you can't bear to be a boy. A lot has changed and there is more to come." She started playing with his hair, to which he didn't object. He started to stroke her hair in return. They did this as they looked into each others eyes. "The time has come," she said at last. "You are Paula Smith, and I leave you to decide my fate. Our fate." She leant in and kissed him on the lips. He shared this passionate moment until he realised that he was kissing no one. She had vanished. "You are Paula Smith now. Enjoy your life," came her voice on the wind. "If you ever wish to see me, just find your reflection." The pool started to blur and before he knew it, he was in a deep dreamless sleep. When Paul awoke next morning, he felt between his legs and found what he had wanted for some time. He was Paula now, 100% girl. She felt the slit and shivered at the sensations it brought. After brushing the folds of her labia, she took the plunge and placed two fingers inside. The sensations were overwhelming, causing her to moan out loud. She pushed her fingers in further, her arousal building. She moved her fingers in and out, her moaning getting louder. Her fingers were getting wet now, but it prompted her to keep going. She wanted to climax and she wouldn't stop till she did. "YEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Whats going on?!" came Laura's voice as she entered the room and found her daughter naked on top of the bed with her one hand still between her legs. Her face was lit up with a huge satisfied smile. Her first orgasm as a girl had been a memorable one. "Mom, its happened. I'm a girl, a complete girl!" said Paula, tears running down her face. Mom went over and saw her fingers still inside her wet vagina. Paula removed her hand and put the fingers to her lips. "You are complete!" said Laura, sitting on the bed and giving Paula a hug. "Did I hear an orgasm?" said Joanne, now entering the room. She was wearing her nightgown. "Jo, meet your sister," said Laura. "Your completely female sister." Paula stood up so that her new parts were clearly visible (and still wet). Joanne went over to her and gave her a big hug. "Couldn't resist trying it out?!" said Joanne as they hugged. "You were no different," said Laura. "We thought you were being raped." "So, how was it?" asked Joanne, ignoring Mom's words. "Amazing! My whole body felt alive," said Paula., who was still licking her fingers. "I want to do it again, right now!" "Not now," said Laura. "Get dressed, washed and have breakfast. And welcome to the family!" * * * Paula headed for the bathroom not just to get washed, but to look at her reflection in the mirror. She saw a pretty girl with thick red hair down to the middle of her neck, plump lips and a small nose. "I just need my hair to grow longer," she thought to herself. "But I'm finally here, I'm a girl at last!" She came down to breakfast feeling cheerful. Laura and Joanne didn't bother asking why, and let her finish her cornflakes before saying anything. "Paula, sweetheart," said Laura. "We need you to practice on your voice again." "Oh, can't it wait till this afternoon," she groaned. "Anyway, its going to work out fine at school." "But how?" asked Laura. "We went through this yesterday." "I don't know how," said Paula. "But it will. I met myself last night fot the last time and she said it will work out. She has never been wrong yet." For the rest of the morning, Paula did try to reproduce her original voice and though there was improvement, she still couldn't master it. "I am trying!" she protested. "We can tell," sighed Laura. "What are we to do?" asked Joanne, who had been watching the trials. "Come to think, Paula won't be able to do anything because she doesn't have documentation stating her new sex. Plus no one is going to believe she used to be a boy." "I'm going to be stuck unless I change into a boy?" asked Paula. "Jo's right. You're still a boy in the eyes of the law," said Laura. "Great, that means even my birth certificate is useless now," said Paula. "You can always keep it, just to remind you of who you used to be," said Laura. "I'll go and get it." "I already know who I used to be," said Paula. "The me in my dreams said it would be fine. Something is going to happen." "I hope so sis," said Joanne, sitting beside her and giving her a cuddle. They waited for Laura to reappear, but she didn't. Getting anxious, they headed to her room, where they knew all the important family documents were kept. "Mom? You okay?" asked Joanne. Laura was sat on her bed and she was staring at the green piece of paper that was Paul's birth certificate. Her face was pale. "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it!" she said. Joanne sat beside her and took a look at the paper. Her eyes widened in shock too. "What is it?" asked Paula. "This is YOUR certificate, sis," said Joanne. "It has your name on it." "What?!" said Paula. "Let me see." Paula took the paper and read it. Her heart skipped a beat as she did so. "Paula Anne Smith, sex: female," she read. "Everything else is the same, my birthdate, hospital, address. Everything but them." "You are a girl," said Joanne. "You really are a girl." "I am! I AM A GIRL!!!" cried Paula, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes you are," said Laura, who was crying too. "I can only assume that this was what your dreams told you." Joanne couldn't help but cry too, as her mom and sister hugged. She eventually broke the silence. "Do you think any other records have changed?" she asked. "School ones for instance?" "You don't suppose? Its worth a shot," said Laura. "I'll contact them now, if anyone is in." "Likely. They let rooms to recreation groups over the weekend. Lots of schools do it," said Joanne. So, Laura went to the phone and contacted the school. She decided to play ignorant. "Hello, I would like to confirm that my daughter, Paula Smith is returning on Monday," she told the receptionist. "One moment please," said the receptionist. Laura held on, the fingers on her free hand were crossed. Paula and Joanne stood nearby with baited breath. "Yes, you phoned on Wednesday to say she had a throat infection," said the receptionist after a short while. "So, she is fit to return on Monday?" "Yes, she is," said Laura, trying to remain calm. The receptionist hadn't appeared to have noticed the gender change. "Thank you very much for telling us. Goodbye," said the receptionist. "Goodbye," said Laura, putting down the phone. She drew a deep breath and turned to the girls. "Paula. You're going to school on Monday," she said. Paula was dumbstruck. She ran to hug Laura again. "Okay, I'm thrilled too, but can someone get me a glass of sherry or something similar," said Laura. "Has she got a uniform?" asked Joanne. "Yes, I got her a skirt when I bought those trousers. I think she has a blouse too," said Laura. "Well, if not, can't we rush out now and buy her one?" asked Joanne. "We could do. Plus we could do something else," said Laura. "But first, where's my sherry?"