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The Fortune Cookie 1 (Revised) Part 26 Paula and Kelly decided to go just after 5:00pm. Seeing that they were both making their own way home, they left together. "I'm sorry about earlier Kelly," said Paula. "I really do want to make love to you, but that was not the right moment." "We wanted to do it at her birthday party but that was when you were still Paul," she replied. "I know. If your parents weren't such cows, we may have done it by now," said Paula. They hadn't gone far when they had to go their separate ways. They kissed and hugged before saying goodbye. Paula soon arrived home to find Laura was beaming from ear to ear. "Whats up?" she asked. "The horses came in! Your dad has raked in nearly ?25'000!!!" she cried, running to hug her. "So where is he?" asked Paula, her excitement growing. "He phoned up about an hour ago. He'll be back soon," said Laura. "Joanne went out with some friends from college. She doesn't know yet." "So, how are we going to celebrate?" added Paula. "Haven't a clue yet, but we'll probably be going out for a celebratory dinner," said Laura. "Will we have enough to go to Monaco?" "You are hopeful. I know why you want to go, but you might be hard pressed to get accommodation," said Laura. "I was thinking that. Its only two weeks away, the Monaco Grand Prix," sighed Paula. "Maybe next year." "Well, did you enjoy your time with Alicia and Kelly?" asked Laura, now beginning to calm down. "I did. Watched 'The Two Towers' and then we did our hair and nails," said Paula. "How is Kelly by the way?" asked Laura. "Feeling bad about her parents. They refuse to listen to her and she wants to leave home as a result," said Paula. "She wanted to make out with me, but I thought it wasn't the right time." "In someone elses house, I would have thought the same," said Laura. "Alicia might have allowed it, but I thought if her mom came in and discovered us, it might get awkward," sighed Paula. "Not about us making love, but because I have girl parts now." "Her parents think you're transsexual and thus believe you still have boy parts," said Laura. "You look guilty though?" "I wanted to make love to her today, I really did. But above all, I want to make it special, seeing as it will be our first time," said Paula. "Well, it would be your second time, seeing that your first was as Paul," said Laura. "But that time was ruined. I don't want that again. And besides, this will be our first time as lesbians," added Paula. "And when that time does come, I will not stand in the way. Oh, was that the front door?" said Laura. It was the front door. Moments later, Alex entered the room looking very happy. "It looks like you won a bet or something?" said Paula, pretending to be ignorant. "Just had a 50/1 shot come in first!" said Alex, removing an envelope from his pocket. "Bit small for such a large amount?" said Laura. "Paid me with a cheque," said Alex. "Broke their arms to do it. They hate people winning big." "So, how much?" asked Paula. "?25'148 including wager returned," smiled Alex. "Joanne gone out?" "Yes, she went out with friends. She doesn't know yet," said Laura. "Oh boy," said Alex sitting down. "The third horse wasn't in it till the final straight. Almost thought I'd lost it." "Your fortune has happened. Just the rest of us now," said Laura. "You're right. Unless I bet on another race," said Alex. "Don't chance it," said Laura. "Now how're we going to celebrate?" "Can we risk this young lady with a glass of champagne?" asked Alex. "Mmm, maybe. But not much. What do you think?" asked Laura. "Just half a glass," suggested Paula. "So, can you get started on my room?" Start tomorrow if you like. But I'll need you to start packing away," said Alex. "On to it," said Paula heading upstairs. Alex had already provided her with boxes and bubble wrap to store her cars and photos in. It was this task that she started on first. It took a while, for she decided to look at some of the cars in detail before wrapping them up. After a few hours, the last car went in a box. "Ah, you're done with the cars then?" said Alex, arriving moments later. "Yes. Do you want anything else moving yet?" asked Paula. "Leave it till tomorrow," said Dad. "The bed and larger furniture will stay put. I'll take the shelving down tomorrow. One thing you can do though, you can decide if theres anything you want to get rid of." "Ok. If I can find anything," said Paula. "I'm not asking you to get rid of anything," said Alex. "I think I'll leave it till tomorrow," added Paula. "I could do with a drink." * * * Whilst she had been busy putting her cars away, Joanne had arrived back home and had been filled in on the win. She was thrilled of course. "So when do you get the money, I mean when will the cheque clear?" she asked. "May take a week," said Alex. "Will have to wait till Monday. But don't start spending it yet. It is for the four of us you know." "I know dad. Just thinking of all the possibilities," she replied. "Just don't tell anyone, ok?" asked Laura. "I don't want people trying to be friendly with us because of it. Oh, and by the way Alex, Monday is a bank holiday." "Then we'll have to wait till Tuesday or even later. Forgot about it being Easter." "So, are we going to have a toast or something?" asked Joanne. "Toast? Oh sure. But not the one you're thinking of. I'm doing some cheese on toast for supper," said Laura. When Sunday arrived, Paula had almost forgotten that Kevin was coming around to watch the Spanish Grand Prix with her. The news of Alex's win on the horses had dominated all yesterday. He arrived at ten that morning. The race wasn't on until about noon, so for the time leading upto then, they watched Goldfinger. "Are you afraid to wear a skirt in front of me?" asked Kevin. She was wearing jeans again. "Nope, but I just can't help get the feeling that you're eager to look up one," she said. "I'm not," he protested. "Besides, I like wearing these from time to time," she added. "And besides, you've seen me wear skirts at school." "So, Spain. What do you think of the circuit?" he asked. "Fairly good. Good mix of fast straights and winding curves. Unlike the next one in a fortnight, Monaco," said Paula. "Thats a circuit," said Kevin. "All the glitz and glamour." "The only street circuit and the shortest on the calender. Seventy-seven laps of hairpins," said Paula. "And boy, would I like to go and see it for real." Goldfinger had finished just in time. The race was about to begin. "I didn't watch the qualifying, so I'm in the dark about who got pole and everything," said Paula. They sat on the bed and watched the race unfold. Laura had been given advance warning of the time the race was expected to finish and had therefore arranged for dinner to be ready when it was over. Kevin had arranged to stop for dinner too, just to make things simpler. The race finished disappointingly, with both Hamilton and Button finishing fifth and sixth respectively. With the race over, they waited for Laura to call for dinner. "So, you say you're having the room redecorated?" asked Kevin. "Yes, going for a more feminine feel," said Paula. "But not too feminine. The car collection will help tone it down." "So, going for posters of Disney princesses, are we?" "No, I think I'm getting too old for that. But I'm getting a dressing table and wardrobe," added Paula. "Going to be slightly odd though," said Kevin. "It will be my room, my tastes," said Paula. "But some will see it as odd." "Dinner's ready!!" called Laura. "You heard the lady. Get downstairs for grub," said Paula, opening the door for Kevin. "Shouldn't you be going first?" said Kevin. "You are a girl after all." "Trying to be a gentleman, are we?" smiled Paula. As had been instructed, Paula had not mentioned the win on the horses. The subject remained off the menu during dinner too. The subject turned quickly to formula one, with Alex wanting the usual report, leaving Laura and Joanne to find a conversation of their own again. "I'm going to ask for payment in future," said Laura, as she put another helping of apple pie into Kevin's dish. "I can't help it if it tastes good," he replied. "Well, no more. That was the last slice," she added. He barely had time to eat it, for his dad was at the front door soon after, wanting to know if Kevin wanted to come home. "I don't think you feed him enough. He's just finishing his third helping of apple pie," said Laura. "He does like big helpings, but he somehow manages to keep the weight off," replied his dad. "Ah, here he is." "Hi dad. Ready now," said Kevin. "So, who won?" asked his dad. "Webber," said Kevin. "Still, got to watch Goldfinger first." "I find it unusual Mrs Smith, that you have a daughter who likes cars and James Bond," said Kevin's dad. "I know. But my oldest daughter wouldn't watch either for the world," said Laura. "Coming then?" "Yes dad. Bye Paula," said Kevin. "Bye Kev," said Paula from behind Laura. When they were gone, Laura turned to Paula. "Did he know you as Paul?" she asked. "I don't think he met me that often. It's because he referred to me as Paula, isn't it?" replied Paula. "Yes. Strange how that's happened," said Laura. "Can I take a shower now?" asked Paula. "Not now, not after dinner. Wait a few hours," said Laura. "Plus you still need to sort your room out." "Ok, I will," she replied and set off for her room. * * * The next day, Paula looked at her room. After the clearing out yesterday, all that remained was the major furniture. All other possessions had been packed away. Today they were going to the DIY store on the outskirts to choose the paint she wanted. After much deliberation, they left with several tins of white, a couple of tins of dark pink and two tins of blue. They also picked up the brushes and rollers to do the job with. After that, they stopped in town, not just to have dinner, but because Alex had an important deposit to make at the bank. "Any chance of doing my room?" asked Joanne on the way home. "Priority is Paula's room" said Alex. "But if theres any paint left, I might consider." He wanted to start work straight away and set about moving what furniture was left into the middle of the room, the bed needing to be stood on its side. Everything was then covered in sheets. "Ok Paula, time to arrange things with your sister," said Alex. "Ok. Wheres my clothes?" she replied. "We've put them in our room for now," he said. Paula went to Joanne's room and walked straight in. Joanne was there, moving a few things out of the way. "My bed isn't really that big, but if we snuggle up, we should be ok," she smiled. "Want to do my nails now?" As they spent the next hour doing each others nails, they heard the clatter of paint pots and step ladders next door as Paula's room began to get its facelift. "I've brought your nightie in, Paula," said Laura entering the room a while later. "And if you come down, I'm making hot chocolate." "Cool," said Joanne leaving the room first. Paula took her nightie and put it to one side by Joanne's dressing table. "Its only for a couple of days," said Laura. "Dad should be finished by Wednesday." As Paula followed Laura out, she stopped by her room and looked in. "Hi sweetie. What do you think?" asked Alex, wearing paint stained overalls. "Looking good," she said. The walls had so far been painted white. "I'll do the ceiling, ledges and pelmets tomorrow," he added. "When will I be able to move back in?" asked Paula. "Maybe Wednesday," said Alex. "That long?" said Paula. "Yes, that long. Now get that hot chocolate before it goes cold," said Alex. With the hot chocolate drunk, Paula headed back to Joanne's room and got ready for bed. "Ready for bed sis?" asked Joanne, arriving a few minutes later. "When you are," replied Paula. Joanne soon got undressed and into her own nightie. "Which side do you want?" she asked. "Wall side. Then you cannot push me out," said Paula. "Ok, if you insist. But I can always squash you against the wall." "If you can," added Paula as she climbed in. "Trying to be tough?" said Joanne as she turned off the light. "Goodnight anyway." It was a tight squeeze, no doubt, but Paula managed. The only thing was remembering that this was Joanne and not Kelly. "Will you let go of my hair," said Joanne. "Sorry," said Paula. "I just like the feel of it." "Well, I'm your sister, not your girlfriend," replied Joanne. For the rest of the night, they slept back to back. "You getting up?" came Joanne's voice next morning. "What time is it?" yawned Paula. "Half nine. Mom wants to take you to look at furniture." "OK, tell her I'll be down in a bit." She got up and sat down by the dressing table and brushed her hair before heading to the bathroom. She took a quick look in her room as she went but noticed that nothing more had been done. "Where's dad?" she asked upon reaching the kitchen. "Gone to work. He doesn't have holidays like you do," said Laura. "He'll be back this afternoon to continue on your room." "So, going to buy me my dressing table or wardrobe today?" asked Paula. "No, but I want you to decide which ones you want. Even if they don't match the colour scheme of your room, we can always add a touch of paint," said Laura. "I'm coming along too," said Joanne. "Just to look around the shops." "We might go back into town later," agreed Laura. They caught the bus to the furniture store that morning and looked at the various wardrobes and other bedroom furniture. "I don't mind something slightly girly," said Paula. "Well, thats up to you," said Laura. "I have the measurements of your room on me so try to remain within the limits." Laura was also checking on the price too, though Paula was sure Alex might allow for a pricier wardrobe after the win on the horses. After a while, they had taken details on three wardrobes and two dressing tables, though Paula was certain about which of the latter she wanted. "Ok, we'll head into town now and get something to eat," said Laura. * * * They arrived in town and stopped at a cafe for a light lunch before going on a window shopping spree. "I'm heading over there," said Joanne suddenly, pointing at the salon. "I wonder what she'll look like this time," wondered Laura. "How can she afford it with no job?" asked Paula. "She uses the money from her student loan. Shes free to defer repayment until she gets a job," said Laura. "Oh well. I might get a part time job when I start college," said Paula. "Good idea," said Laura, now heading towards the salon herself. They waited outside, looking through the window to see what Joanne was having done. They noticed her point at Paula. "She's having her hair done again," said Laura. "Shes had more dye jobs than I've had hot dinners. She'll be a while, so lets look at more clothes shall we?" "Lets," said Paula. They were walking around the clothes shops when they met someone. "Well, look who we have here," said Laura, to Mrs Walker, who had Kelly beside her. "What do you want?" replied Mrs Walker. Kelly was quick to embrace Paula, in the hope of proving a point. "Nothing much," said Laura. "I just think you should know that the relationship between our daughters shouldn't be comprimised." "It wouldn't have been had your son not decided to live as a girl," said Mrs Walker. "My son is a girl," said Laura. "Shes only just finished her first period." Mrs Walker looked over to Paula, who was now sitting on a bench talking merrily to Kelly. "First period? So he really is a girl?" she asked Laura. "She is, and to the rest of the unknowing world, she always has been," said Laura. "And she still loves your daughter." "So, the fortune cookie came true, she is a girl now?" asked Mrs Walker. "Not quite. Remember that her fortune cookie said she would get married in silk," said Laura. "Yes, but does this mean she still wants to marry Kelly, even as a girl?" asked Mrs Walker. "She does," said Laura. "And I'm happy for her to do so." "You're with this?" said Mrs Walker. "I am, because I can see how much Paula loves your daughter. See for yourself," said Laura. Mrs Walker didn't reply. She just looked over at the two girls who were now kissing each other. She swallowed hard at the sight and sighed. Realisation had dawned on her, her daughter was gay and staying that way. "See what I mean? Their love has survived one becoming a girl. If that doesn't prove that their love is true, I don't know what does," added Laura. "But I wanted her to have children in the future. She can't have children in this sort of relationship," said Mrs Walker sadly. "Not naturally, but she still may want to be a mother. I need to ask Paula about this too, seeing that she can also become pregnant," said Laura. "Maybe so. But it seems I've got to accept it, Kelly loves your daughter," said Mrs Walker. "They do look so happy together." "Do accept her. She'll be all the happier if you do," said Laura. "This is going to hit my husband hard. As if the prospect of him losing his job isn't bad enough." "Has he done something wrong?" asked Laura. "Oh no, its just that the company he works for is being taken over. Even before the takeover began, redundancies were on the cards. He loves his job so much, I daren't think how he could cope without it," sighed Mrs Walker. "Well, lets hope he doesn't. But please, do not try to break this relationship between our daughters," said Laura. "I won't. When she was still a boy, I gave their relationship my blessing. It seems I should give them my blessing again," said Mrs Walker. They both walked over to the bench where the two girls were sitting and kissing. Both girls turned towards them and looked worried. "Sorry mom. We didn't mean to," panicked Kelly. "No Kelly, It's me who should be sorry. I should've listened to you. You two were made for one another and if you see fit to spend your adult years together, its fine by me," said Mrs Walker. "You mean it?!" said Kelly slowly. "You really mean it?" "Yes I do," said Mrs Walker. "Thank you, thank you!!!!" said Kelly, getting to her feet and hugging her mom. "Does this mean we can visit each other again?" asked Paula. "I've got to talk it through with my husband first, but it won't be easy," said Mrs Walker, slightly taken aback by Paula's voice. "I think we need to talk further. Would you all care for a coffee?" "We haven't long had something to eat, but if you're offering," said Laura. "Ok, we'll find a cafe and talk some more," said Mrs Walker. Just at that moment, Joanne walked up. "Hello, am I disturbing something?" she asked. "No, why.," started Laura. "Are you getting jealous of us?" The reason was obvious. Joanne's shoulder length hair was now dark red, almost exactly the same shade as her mom and sister's. "Whats going on?" asked Mrs Walker. "You've met Joanne, my eldest, who wasn't a red head when we left the house this morning," said Laura. "Care for a drink, Joanne?" "Sure, who's offering?" asked Joanne. "I am," said Mrs Walker. So, a few minutes later and the party were seated at a large table in a cafe, all with drinks. "So, how come you've decided to accept me, mom?" asked Kelly. "Just now. Seeing you and Paul, I mean Paula, together, it was just obvious," said Mrs Walker. "I have to say now," said Mrs Walker, now turning to Laura. "Your son has taken to his new gender well." "Like a fish to water," said Laura. "Still has all the old interests though. Been watching the motor racing with a friend from school every other week." "Have you now? So, how is she coping with school?" "She is very coping well, now that she goes as a girl. Helps a great deal when all documentation shows her as female, and everyone who never knew her personally see her as such," said Laura. "You mean everyone thinks she was born a girl?" said Mrs Walker, incredulously. "Yep. It seems they think she was a tomboy, always wearing trousers and having short hair," said Laura. "Which is already becoming a thing of the past," said Paula. "I'm growing my hair out." "Which is one of the best things she can do," smiled Kelly. "It's just incredible what has happened to her," said Mrs Walker. "But from now on, Kelly can visit you, Paula. As for our home, I've got to convince my husband first." "Well, not much use coming to my house at the moment. My room is being redecorated," said Paula. "Yep, and shes sleeping with me," said Joanne. "And no, I'm not trying anything." "Not trying anything? You're trying to be my twin," said Paula. "No, and it was you, if I remember, who suggested I go red," said Joanne. "Just persuade your dad to follow suit and you could change your name to Weasley!" giggled Kelly. "Ha ha. But if I remember, they only had one daughter and six sons," said Paula. "But Ginny sure is a hotty," said Kelly dreamily. "And she got Harry Potter," said Joanne. "Well, this red haired girl got a pretty blonde instead," smiled Paula. * * * They left the cafe together and hung around for a while longer. Kelly had earlier found some clothes she liked and was eager to show Paula. Laura had turned her attention to Joanne and her new flame coloured hair. "I don't believe it. Your mom has been converted," said Paula as she and Kelly were admiring dresses. "I can't believe it either. The other day she was completely against us being together," said Kelly. "But I have to admit that my dad will be a totally different kettle of fish." "I know. I remember," said Paula. "So, was it this dress you liked?" "Yes, that's the one," said Kelly. "I still want to see you in that LBD of yours." "Come to my house and I'll show you," said Paula. "You bet I will now. But how long will it be before your room is done?" asked Kelly. "My dad says around Wednesday. Then we'll get the new furniture I've wanted," said Paula. "Is it still going to have a boys touch?" asked Kelly. "You presuming? Yes, my beloved model cars will still have a place," said Paula. "Can't get rid of Paul, can we?" smiled Kelly. "No, we can't," smiled Paula. "So, to red heads, do I make a better Ginny Weasley?" "With your hair down your back, you'll definitely be my Ginny," said Kelly. "Not many blondes in Harry Potter though. I can only think of Luna Lovegood," said Paula. "There is that French girl in Goblet of Fire. Fleur Delacore, I think her name is," said Kelly. "Oh yes, if I remember, proves attractive to all the boys," added Paula. "And in this case, attracts girls too," giggled Kelly. "Anyway, I was going to persuade my mom to buy me this dress, but she told me to wait till my birthday." Like Paula, Kelly had her birthday during the summer holidays, in August. "Bit of a wait then?" said Paula. "But I'll be invited to your party?" "If it was my word alone, you'd be top of the list," said Kelly. "But with my dad being stubbornly anti-gay, I might have to hold the party elsewhere to get you in." "No problems with my party though? " said Paula. "You'll be expected to attend." "You'll have to put me in shackles to stop me coming!" said Kelly. "Ah, there you are," said Laura. "Admiring the dresses or each other?" "Dresses, and discussing birthdays," said Paula. "Well, its time to go," said Laura. "Nice to see you again Kelly." "Bye Kelly. Hope to see you again real soon," said Paula. "You're not going without something," said Kelly, pulling Paula towards her and kissing her. "Ok you lovebirds, shall we go?" asked Laura. Kelly followed them out of the store to find her own mom waiting by the door. "Bye then," said Kelly. "Bye," said Laura. On the bus home, Joanne picked up on the Harry Potter theme again. "So, if you're Ginny, who's Kelly?" she asked Paula. "Oh, she's Fleur Delacore," replied Paula. "That won't work," said Joanne. "Ginny hates Fleur's guts." "So, is there any other pretty blondes in the books?" asked Paula. "Doesn't mention any, other than Loony Lovegood," said Joanne. "Never mind. We're rewriting the story for us," said Paula. "I'm just hoping her dad is like her mom and listens to reason." "Is he that bad then?" asked Joanne. "If he thinks that all male hairstylists are gay, yes," said Paula. "Utter crap! Some of the best known male hairstylists have got a wife and kids," said Joanne. "I suppose he thinks all gay men dress and speak like women?" "You're on the right line," said Paula. "But he's wrong on lesbians. Kelly likes being the girly type and she only likes girly types." "Narrow minded git. Its those people who deserve to be hated," said Joanne. "Now when we get back, theres something I want to talk to you about," said Laura to Paula. "What about?" asked Paula. "Just some girl talk," said Laura. They arrived home with Paula anxious to know what Laura wanted to talk about. "It's nothing to worry about, so don't complain," said Laura. "But Mrs Walker mentioned that she would like to have grandchildren. I was just wondering whether you and Kelly do want to have children." "Using a donor, you mean?" asked Paula. "Thats the only way, it appears," said Laura. "Or you can adopt." "It would be nice I suppose, but I'm sure Kelly said she wanted to be a mother," said Paula. "But what about you?" asked Laura. Paula thought for a moment and wondered what it would be like to carry a child. "I would consider it," she replied. "You planning ahead?" "In your own time. You've still got plenty to keep you busy in the next few months." "I should have got a sample while I had the chance," sighed Paula. "The only time I made love to her, I used a condom. I should have held on to that. It would have been our child then." "I'm sorry. Its too late for that now," said Laura hugging her. "Maybe it was not meant to be that way." Still, it left a lump in Paula's throat. She spent the rest of the day in Joanne's room learning a few more hair styling tips. Even though her hair was still shortish, there was still a few things that could be done to it. When Alex came home from work, she was eager for him to resume work on her room, but he told her he would have his dinner first. * * * Miriam Walker went home with daughter Kelly, with a lot to consider. Only after seeing her daughter and her lesbian love together, had she realised how close they were. They had always been close, even when Paula was a boy. Now she realised, only now, that she was wrong to persuade her daughter to find a new lover when she still had her old one all along. There was just one thing left to do: persuade her highly prejudiced husband to see likewise. "I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you," she told Kelly. "I've just been selfish. Its your happiness I should be worried about." "I forgive you mom, providing you stop putting down gays," said Kelly. "I think I can manage that," she replied. "But you really do love her, don't you?" "With all my heart. I like her better as a girl and she does too," smiled Kelly. "That was obvious. But how long has she been happy as a girl?" "A few weeks before the changes were complete. Paula had been going to school with her breasts held down with a sports bra. I could only watch on as she tried to look like a boy, but it was evident, she was already a girl in mind and hated being a boy," said Kelly. "She's so much happier now." "I did mention it to her mom, I would still like grandchildren. Do you want children in the future?" "I would like to be a mother for sure. I'm not certain about Paula, but I certainly would like a child of my own," smiled Kelly. "I need to talk to your dad first. That won't be easy, especially with his job in jeopardy too," said Miriam. They continued to talk about Paula for an hour more, before Miriam decided to start on dinner. It wasn't long before her husband arrived home from work. His mood was as it had been for the past week: worried. "Everything ok at work?" asked Miriam. "Fine," he said. His voice wasn't convincing. "They're still out to cut jobs, aren't they?" asked Miriam. "The unions are totally against it, but the bosses think its for the good of the company." "You mean good for their pockets. Their jobs are safe," said Miriam. "Whats for dinner love," said Mr Walker, changing the subject. "Sausage, eggs, beans and chips," replied Miriam. She was pondering when to tackle the subject of their daughter's sexuality and relationship with Paula. Mr Walker sat in his armchair and picked up the morning paper. Miriam decided to continue with dinner for the time being. Kelly meanwhile went to her room and began to reflect on the progress in her life that day. She felt more cheerful than she had in days, but she still felt for her mom. She knew her mom had her work cut out persuading her dad to accept her. It was later that evening when Miriam decided to bring up the subject to her husband. Kelly was in her room getting ready for bed. "Mark, I want a word with you about Kelly," she asked him. "What about? She given up being gay yet?" he replied. Miriam took a deep breath. "No, she hasn't, and she won't." "We need to get tough with her. It isn't natural for girls to like girls," said Mark. "Well, I'm not. For once, I'm thinking of her, not ourselves," said Miriam. "You what?" asked Mark. "Our daughter is happy as she is and changing her will only make things worse," she said with a tremble in her voice. "How can it make things worse? She'll thank us later when she gets a boyfriend, one who keeps his dick," said Mark. "Don't talk about Paula that way!" said Miriam. "I'm fully happy for Kelly to date her." "You're what?!" exclaimed Mark. "What has got into you? I don't want to have a dyke for a daughter." "You don't want a gay daughter. This is just about you! I've been such a pig to think like you, thinking about ourselves when we should have been thinking of our daughter's happiness instead." "What are you talking about? We have been thinking about her," said Mark. "You want her to fit your ideals. What about her ideals? Kelly is a lesbian and happy about it. She has found her life partner in Paula Smith. Her future is already planned, she wants to marry Paula and I'm not going to stand in her way," said Miriam, her voice rising. "I don't believe this. You're sticking up for her after all this time. What rot have you allowed into that head of yours?" "We met the Smiths in town today. Paula's mom talked some sense into me and I'm jolly glad I listened. Paula is a wonderful girl, Mark. Kelly has found her perfect girlfriend." "I'm going to bed. I cannot stand to hear anymore," said Mark. As he went to his room, he passed by Kelly's door. "You'd better change your preferences young girl. This Paula is no good for you," he called. Kelly was in the middle of brushing her hair. She just listened and said nothing. Her dad couldn't see the scowl on her face. "You fucking homophobic bastard!" she said under her breath. "Falling in love with Paula has been the best thing in my life so far!" Miriam remained downstairs for a while before heading for bed herself. She now understood her daughter more clearly now and wanted to help in any way possible, even if it meant defying her husband.