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Michelle's Story - Part 12 It was the last week of school before the Easter holidays, and for Michael Brook, it was one of high emotions. After leaving school on Friday, he knew that he wouldn't be seeing his friend Robert for the foreseeable future. Even though they had only known each other for 7 months, they had become really good friends, even when Michael was being tormented by Billy's lies. Now, thanks to Robert's parents divorcing, Michael's friend was set to join his sister and move to his mother's house in Gatehead. It also meant going to a new school. The problem was that it left Michael with a problem: he was facing sitting alone in class for the final term of the school year. To try and make the most of his final week with Robert, Michael was asked to ask his friend about visiting every afternoon after school. Michael knew that this meant having to miss out on his usual routine of being Michelle and spending every afternoon playing with his sister. But despite this, he saw the importance of being able to say goodbye. "Robert, I'm just asking you, but I want you to come to my house this afternoon, and every day this week," he said during the morning session on Monday. "Thanks, I'd like that," said Robert, smiling weakly. "I'm going to miss you." "Me too friend," said Michael. "I'm still going to make visits to my dad," said Robert. "But whether or not my mom will let me visit you when I'm gone, I don't know." "But you'll come after school today?" asked Michael. "I'll certainly try," smiled Robert. This whole week with Robert visiting did pose a problem for someone else. Becky, Michael's classmate and friend of Amy, was still awaiting the chance to meet Michelle. She and her older sister Louise had been let in on the secret a week ago, but had yet to see Michelle in person. During morning break, she met up with Emma and the other girls, her sister with her. "When will we see Michelle? You promised us over a week ago," she groaned. "You will meet her," said Emma. "But haven't you heard about Robert?" "I did tell her," said Amy. "Yes, that he's leaving at the end of the week," said Becky. "Well, my daddy wants him to spend some time at our house, as a way of him saying goodbye to Michael. It also means that Michael will be Michael all this week," said Emma. "Trust me, you won't regret it," said Maddy. "Michael loves being a girl." "Can you come over during the holiday?" asked Emma. "What day?" asked Becky. "We usually meet at my house on a Wednesday," said Emma. "Can't Michelle come to our house?" asked Louise. "I'm not sure," said Emma. "No adults must know about Michelle being a boy." "My parents don't agree with it," said Maddy. "But I do." "You said Wednesday?" asked Becky. "What about other days?" "Possible, but we usually plan first," said Emma. "You know where our house is?" "I think so," said Louise. "Ok, I'll give you the address on Friday," said Emma. "In case you don't." The day went without further fuss. Only when Emma and Michael met up with James along the path out of school, did further talk occur. "At least my brother will be in the house all this week," said James. "You know he's not your brother anymore," said Emma, keeping her voice low. "He is for this week," said James. "I'm not doing this for you bro," said Michael. "I'm doing it for Robert." "Ok, I know how beat up you are over this," said James. "You'll still have friends after Easter," said Michael. "Ok you two," said Emma. "Can we keep this down." June once again dropped them off at home, with Liz still housebound due to her pregnancy. With her baby due in May, and April close to beginning, the day of her labour was getting close. As soon as they got into the house, Michael had to be restrained. He was almost ready to change into a skirt when he was reminded that Robert could be coming round soon. "Sorry, but it's just something I'm used to," he said to Liz. "I know sweetheart, force of habit," she replied. "But a promise is a promise." "I guess," he replied. "He did say he was coming?" she asked. "He said he would try," said Michael. He sat next to Liz while he waited. She pulled up her top so that her swollen tummy was visible. She then told Michael to watch out for any sign of movement from within. Being the youngest, he had never seen his mom pregnant before. James and Emma had both bore witness to their mom in this state before. Both had shown an interest in this miracle. "There's one," said Liz, noticing a kick. "Does it hurt?" asked Michael. "Not really, but it's fun to watch," said Liz. "When I was having Emma, James thought she was a boy, because she was always kicking me. Thought she was going to be a football fan like him." "But Emma doesn't like football," said Michael. "I know," smiled Liz. "But he was disappointed when she turned out to be a girl. He always wanted a brother. Then you came along." "But I want to be a girl," said Michael. "I know," said Liz. "And James is disappointed. I really hope that the baby is a boy. What do you think it will be?" "I hope its a boy too," said Michael. "To make James happy." Liz pulled him close and started playing with his hair. It was a habit she started on with Emma. Michael didn't mind in the slightest. It was around 4:00pm when the doorbell rang and Judy went to answer it. "There's a boy here to see Michael," she called from the hallway. "Let him in," called Liz. * * * Robert had obviously been home to take off his uniform and put on something casual: his Newcastle shirt. Of all the things that Michael didn't want was the subject of football to come up. But Robert was one step ahead. He had brought along some of his Transformer toys, and was willing to play a few games using them. Michael was glad about this, though he insisted that he could play the Autobots for once. When Robert seemed keen to play the good guys like last time, Michael went to his room and decided to get his own good guys. "Hey, we can't both play the good guys," said Robert, as Michael arrived with his Ben 10 figures. "Yes we can," said Michael. "I've had to play both when I've played with them." Michael's figures did include a few villains, as it was no good just having good guys with no baddies to beat up. And so, they played both good guys and bad guys, creating a scenario which involved the Decepticons and alien villains versus Ben, Gwen and the Autobots. They kept with the usual cartoon series rules - that the baddies were always defeated, but always retreated, allowing for another fight in the next episode. John arrived back from work later that afternoon and saw the two boys playing on the living room floor. Seeing how Michael was enjoying himself, made him wonder if his son was considering remaining a boy. Even Emma seemed to be showing concern too. But as if he was reading their thoughts, Michael showed that his inner girl had not vanished. It was after Robert had left, that Michael quickly went upstairs and put on clothes that he felt more comfortable in. "Michelle! You're back!" said Emma running over and hugging him. "Missed me?" asked Michael. "I'm just pretending to be a boy." "You're doing a good job of it," said Emma. "You had me worried that you were a boy again." "I know, but this who I really am," he replied. "I want to be your sister forever." Despite the afternoons at Michael's house, Robert still felt glum. The fact was that he didn't want to go, even though everything was sorted. "I'll be living close to one set of grandparents," he told Michael. "I do like them. They always treat me and my sister nicely." "I only have a grandmother," said Michael. "We don't see her much because she lives a long way from here." "What happened to your others?" asked Michael. "My one grandfather died before I was born," said Michael. "My other grandparents are also dead. My mom told me that they were killed in a car crash." "I'm sorry," said Robert, forgetting his own sorrow. "Don't be. I never saw them," said Michael. "Hows your sister?" "She is ok. Her friends are coming over tomorrow, just to say goodbye," said Robert. "She isn't all that bad." "Sisters are ok," said Michael. "Yes, when they want to be," said Robert. "Coming over again this afternoon?" asked Michael. "You don't have to." "I will," said Robert. "My dad thinks this is a good idea." And so, this went on for the remainder of the week. Robert often brought his Transformers over for more games. But he did talk a lot with James too. Football was the subject of course, and James would often go onto the club's website to find out all the lastest news. He had come to rely on getting the news "direct from the horse's mouth" so to speak, seeing that newspapers and other media were liable to fabricate stories. Whenever Robert was involved with James, it left Michael in a tight spot. He got bored and the only means of getting over it in his opinion was to play with Emma. But dressing up wasn't an option. The only solution was actually simple. He, Emma and Liz would play board games for a while. They had a few to choose from, so they never got bored from playing the one too often. One thing that Michael was making clear, was how he missed being Michelle. As soon as Robert was gone, he was determined to spend some time with his sister before going to bed. * * * Before they knew it, Friday was upon them. For most of the class, it was the start of a 2 week break. For Michael and Robert, it was far more. "My parents have decided that I should stop for dinner this afternoon," said Robert. "Seeing that it is the last day for us." "Ok, I'll tell my mom and dad when I get home," said Michael. The day seemed to run quickly, too quickly for their liking. They wanted it to last, just to make every minute count. But the end of the day arrived. Even so, Miss Ford, their teacher, had planned something for the final few minutes before the hometime bell. "Listen up class," she said. "I'm sorry to announce that Robert is leaving today. I'm sure we'll miss him, and I for one, wish him the best at his new school." Everyone looked at Robert. He smiled weakly. "I'm going to pass this card round and I want you to put your names and messages for him," she added. She took a large farewell card from out of her desk, signed it herself and then took it to the nearest table. Soon, everyone took it in turns to sign the card. The last person to sign it was Michael. He found a space in one corner and wrote a message. "Thank you for being my best friend. I'll miss you," he said as he wrote. "Michael Brook." After finishing his message, he went to hand it back to Miss Ford, but she refused. "Everyone has signed it now. Just fitting that his best friend should be the one to give him the card," she told him. Michael therefore handed the card to Robert. Robert took it and smiled. "Thank you. Thank you everyone," he said. The bell sounded moments later and everyone packed away and got ready to leave. Some came over to Robert to say goodbye personally. "Ok, see you in two weeks. Have a good holiday everyone," said Miss Ford. "I'll see you later," said Michael. "Ok, bye for now," said Robert. Michael left to find his brother and sister. Emma had already found Maddy and James was not far behind. "Afternoon sis," said Emma. "I hope you'll be my sister today?" "Robert is coming over, and he'll be stopping for dinner," said Michael. Emma's heart sank a little. She didn't complain though. "You're going to miss him?" asked Maddy. Michael nodded. "But you can be a girl now," she added. Michael smiled, but not as enthusiastic as she had hoped. "Whats up?" "I have to wait till September," he said. "Oh, I forgot about that," said Maddy. "We'd better get home and tell mom that we've got another dinner to prepare," said James. So, as soon as they arrived home, Michael told Liz about Robert staying for dinner. "Ok, I think we have something for all of us," she said. "I'll have to ask Judy to take a look in the freezer for me." Judy was in the house at the time. She was just washing a few dishes when Liz called her over. "Judy, can you see how many beefburgers we have in the freezer please," said Liz. "Sure. How many do you need?" replied Judy. Liz quickly did the maths before answering. "I need 8," she said. Judy found the box of burgers easily enough. It was a box of 12 and full. "Need any burger baps?" she asked. "I did buy a bag the other day, just for the burgers. It seems a good idea now," said Liz. "They'll be in the breadbin." Judy located the breadbin and found a bag of burger baps, 8 in total. "Thanks Judy," said Liz as the home help showed her the bag of baps. "I'll get John to start work on the dinner when he gets back. Robert arrived just after 4pm, having once again changed out of his uniform. He had again brought his Transformers with him. Michael was once again having to endure his boys casual wear. He certainly felt the difference between trousers and a skirt, and he really did prefer the latter any day. Still, he did it for Robert. He was enjoying another viewing of his Ben 10 DVDs with Robert when John arrived. "Afternoon boys," he said to Michael and Robert as he sat down. "Love, we've got another mouth to feed tonight," said Liz. She nodded in Robert's direction. "Ok, no problem. What have we got tonight?" he asked. "Cheeseburgers and chips," she said. "You know the routine, 2 on ours and 1 each for the kids." "You ok for cheeseburgers?" asked John. "Yes dad," said Michael. "Yes Mr Brook," replied Robert. So, with his knowledge of cooking (partly learned from Liz), John later set about preparing the dinners. The burgers were done on a grill machine, which removed a lot of the fat. He wasn't the greatest cook, but he knew his way round the kitchen. "You want me to sort out the salad?" asked Liz, who had ventured into the kitchen. She was leaning on the sideboard. "You get back to the sofa," said John. "If you want to sort the salad out, you can do it from there." He helped her back before getting her fold up table and putting the salad items on it for her. None of the children were huge fans of salad. John was no fan of stylish meals, hating the way that television chefs arranged food on a plate. Even so, they all had lettuce and tomato slices on their burgers. After finishing their dinners, John had an idea that would at least give Robert something to remember Michael by. Michael and Robert sat on the sofa next to each other and posed for the camera that John was holding. "Ok, I'll be just a few minutes," he said after taking the photo. He happened to have some photo paper for his printer. After a few minutes to switch on the computer and upload the photo, he was printing off a 6x8 copy of the photo for Robert to keep. "Thanks Mr Brook," said Robert. It wasn't long before his dad came to collect him, but Robert was determined to make his final goodbye a good one. "Thank you for being my friend Michael," he said. "We've done a few things haven't we? Defeated a bully being the best no doubt." "I guess so," said Michael. "I'm going to miss you." "Same here," said Robert. "I just hope we can see each other again." "Me too," said Michael. They hugged one another before Robert headed outside. Michael followed and watched as the car with him in drove away. Robert waved back at him until they were out of sight. Michael was lost for words. He best friend was gone. * * * Back inside the house, Michael just sat and remained silent. He was still very much in shock over what had just happened. When he returned to school in two weeks time, he would find Robert's chair empty, never to be occupied again. "Cheer up," said John. "I know it's not nice to lose a friend, but life must go on." He sat by him and put an arm around him. He found himself having to hold him closer when Michael started to cry. Emma sat on his other side and tried to comfort him. "Michelle, do you want to come to my room?" she asked him kindly. John wasn't arguing. If there was any way to cheer Michael up, that was it. "Go on sweetheart. Go and join your sister upstairs," said John. Michael just looked at him, his face stained with tears. He then turned to face Emma and smiled at her. He then got up and followed her upstairs. James had just been watching from the computer desk. He had just gone to have a look on the internet. "July can't come soon enough for Michael," said John. "I just hope he can wait," said Liz. Michael was soon getting back into the routine of wearing a pretty dress rather than a t-shirt and trousers. He felt more relaxed, even more so when Emma started brushing his hair. "I know how you feel sis," she said. "But you still have friends at school." "Girls, with whom I cannot sit with," he sighed. "You should be able to sit with girls. You are a girl at heart," said Emma. "Oh, sorry to ask this, but can you put your wig on please." "I can't wait to have my own hair long like yours," he replied. "I can't wait too," she smiled. He hugged her and then went downstairs to get his wig. As usual, Liz helped him with it. "Well sweetheart, you can be yourself for 2 whole weeks," she said to him as she tidied up the wig. "I wish I could go to school like this," he sighed. "I can be with the girls then." Sensing that he was still a little down in the dumps, Liz told him to sit by her. She then gave him a hug. He had become fond of hugs, especially from his mom. They made feel comforted, relaxed, loved. He remained at Liz's side for a while, resulting in Emma coming down to look for him. "She's still a bit upset," said Liz. "Do you want a hug?" Emma accepted the invite and sat on Liz's other side. You didn't have to be upset to want a hug. "Lets see if someone will have another kick around," she said to them. They both looked to her tummy and kept a watch for any movements from the unborn child. After a short while, there came a small kick. "The baby is having a stretch," said Liz. "Probably yawning too." "Does the baby sleep then?" asked Michael. "They sleep too," said Liz. "I think that's what the baby is doing at the moment, but moving to get comfortable." They spent a while being hugged by Liz. Only a drink caused them to sit up. By the time that they had finished them, they were told to go to bed. It did mean that Michael had to have his wig removed. If ever there was a reason to grow his hair out, that was it. He wanted to feel what it was like to lie his head on a pillow with hair cascading down his back. "You've got just 3 months to go," said Liz. "Then hopefully you can let your hair grow." After removing the wig, Michael put on his pink pyjamas and headed upstairs for bed. Before going, he asked Liz one more question. "When can I sleep in Emma's room?" "Soon," said Liz. "How soon?" he asked. "After baby is born," replied Liz. With that, he went upstairs and went to bed. * * * The next day, James and John were off to the football match. It was kicking off earlier, as the game had been selected for television coverage. Liz was left at home with Emma and Michael. Before going out, John had checked his email and discovered that Anne had finally got round to emailing the photos from the birthday party. She had also listed a number of holiday brochures that she had picked up and was hoping that John could get copies too. Before setting off for the football match, he wrote down the list and copied the photos to a pen drive. "I'll get the photos done while I'm out," he told Liz. "Might be better in 6x8 size." "And don't forget the dinners either," said Liz. "Ok, I won't," said John as he and James left. So, while they were out, Liz kept the girls entertained. They brought down a few dolls when she offered to read them a story. "Gemma and Victoria like stories too," said Emma. Victoria was Emma's second favourite doll, and the one that Michael often looked after. "Ok, they can listen too," said Liz as she selected a book and started to read. After reading a couple of books, they turned to another lesson of hair styling. Even the dolls had their hair styled. Emma and Michael settled for having their hair plaited again. "After seeing you all last week playing with action figures, I thought you were a boy," said Liz. "Yet, here you are enjoying having your hair plaited." "Action figures are ok mommy, but this is so much more fun," said Michael. "It will be even more fun when I can actually do your own hair," said Liz. "The wig can be awkward at times." "Oh, sis. Becky and Louise are coming on Wednesday," said Emma. "They told me yesterday." "More friends of yours?" asked Liz. "We told them about Michelle and they want to see her," said Emma. "Don't worry sis, the others are coming over too." As for what to do between now and Wednesday, that was still to be decided. All talk of what to do was put on hold when John and James came back, dinners, photos and holiday brochures in hand. "We got a draw," sighed James. "But we were losing 2-0 and 3-1, so getting a 3-3 wasn't bad." "Sounded like a good game to me," said Liz. "Ok, got the photos," said John. "I must say that you looked the part." Emma and Michael were keen to look at the photos, but John gave them to Liz. Not deterred, they sat either side of her and got to see them that way. "You were in good company," smiled Liz. "You obviously enjoyed yourselves." "We did," said Emma and Michael. As Liz continued to look at the photos, Emma and Michael pointed out the others in them. They recognised Jessica and Sandra instantly, but came stuck with some of the others. "Anne gave me a list of the names," said John eventually. "I did write them down. Red hair is Lisa, curly blonde is Kelly, light brown is Rachel. The boys are Edward and Charlie. Edward is wearing a Thomas the Tank Engine t-shirt." "Ok, that's the children, but what about the adults?" asked Liz. "I can recognise Sally, Anne and Helen, but who are the others?" "She only listed the children," said John. They then came to the last photo: the one of Anne and her partner Julia. "This wasn't at the party," said Liz. John came over and looked at the photo. "Anne said this one was done just the other day. That's her partner Julia." "So, that's her wife to be," said Liz. "That's the mommy of the blonde girl," said Emma. "You mean Kelly?" said John. Looking at the photos resulted in Emma and Michael talking about the party once more. With the photos as guides, they could now talk about the other girls better. As they did so, James had turned the television on and was checking the other football results. "I really hope that Jessica and Sandra can come to our parties," said Michael. "I want to wear a pretty dress for my birthday." James overheard this and his heart sank further. After the way Michael had behaved with Robert, his hopes for Michael staying a boy had improved. They had just been squashed again. Meanwhile, John was in the kitchen warming the dinners up in the microwave. Soon, all were eating their meals and being generally happy. For now, they at least knew how to help keep Michael's mind off the subject of school. * * * John sent an email back to Anne that evening, after dinner. Dear Anne Thanks for the photos. Had them printed at the chemist today. Any chance of telling us who the adults in the photos are (we know Sally, you and Helen of course)? I've also picked up the brochures you selected and will look at them shortly. We'll get back to you on this subject soon. On another note, Michael's holiday started with some bad news: his best friend has left as feared due to the result of his parent's divorce. He now faces the final 12 weeks with no one to speak to if he can't sit with the girls he is friends with. Looking at him now, his wig is plaited, he looks so much more comfortable as a girl. I'm absolutely sure that come July, we'll be saying goodbye to Michael and hello to Michelle on a full time basis. Give my regards to Sally and to mom. Bye John. The following day, John decided to reveal the plan for the August holidays. "Ok kids, there is a big decision to make," he said. "We need to make up our minds about where we want to go in August." "Can I go as a girl?" asked Michael. "Yes, you can," said John. "But we need to decide where first." He put the brochures that he had picked up on the coffee table. "There wasn't a lot really at Skegness," said Liz. "Somewhere else would be nice." "Anne has suggested Scarborough," said John. "There is a bit more there." "Aunt Anne?" asked Emma. "Is she coming too?" "That is part of the plan," said John. "They'll be going to the same place as us. We just need to decide a place first." James, Michael and Emma were directed to the pages on Scarborough, where they could get a glimpse of what was on offer in terms of attractions. They seemed interested. After looking at other destinations, they all seemed keen on Scarborough too. "You absolutely sure?" asked John. "Yep," said James. "Castle, trains. Suits me." It was decided then. All John had to do was contact Anne and let them know. He went to phone Anne up, but ended up getting Helen instead. "Hi mom. Is Anne there?" asked John. "She's upstairs, building a bunk bed," said Helen. "I'll get her for you." A few minutes had passed when Anne answered. "Hi John. Just in the process of assembling a bunk bed," she said, slightly out of breath. "Another child on the way?" he replied, slightly puzzled. "My partners daughter. She's moving into the girls' room," said Anne. "So, how can I help you?" "Checking up hotels in Scarborough would be handy," said John. "Ah, so you've decided? That's good," said Anne. "Yes, so we just need a week decided now," said John. "Ah, you're in luck. Sally and Carol are here at the moment," said Anne. "Because we need to decide a date for our weddings." "Ah, so have you got a date for them?" asked John. "Not precisely, but the towards the end of August was our favoured time," said Anne. "But I was thinking of the beginning of August so that our holiday could come afterwards and we could consider it a honeymoon for myself and Julia." "Ok, sounds fair. But you are having the weddings together?" asked John. "Yes," said Anne. "We are considering you. And if two young girls wish to be bridesmaids, they can." "They will, that is for sure," said John. "But if you can sort out a week for the holiday, we can move forward further." "Ok, I'll get back to you," said Anne. "Before you go, let me speak to Sally for a moment," said John. "I'll let you continue with your bed." "Ok," said Anne. "Bye." John waited once more. Soon Sally was on the other end. "Hi bro. What can I do for you?" said Sally. "Sort out your wedding date!" said John with mock anger. "Hold your horses. We're close to deciding," chuckled Sally. "Ok. Why don't you just pick a Saturday? That's when most weddings take place," said John. "What about you? We need to get the girls fitted with dresses," said Sally. "Leave that for now. Just get the date sorted," said John. "But any time in August will be fine, for at least the children will be off school." "Talking of which, how's Michael?" asked Sally. "Just don't mention school for now," said John. "His friend has left and he only has girls there now." "Oh, thats not good. I feel sorry for him," said Sally. "Well, I'll get back to you on the date. Bye for now. Give my regards to Liz." "Bye," said John. He heard the receiver go down on the other end and hung up himself. * * * John went back to the living room and gave his report. "It appears that the weddings of Aunt Anne and Aunt Sally are to take place on the same day," he said. "At different churches?" asked James. "The same one," said John. "And it's likely to be at the register office instead." "What's that?" asked Emma. "It's a place where they keep records. Births, marriages and deaths are all kept on record there." "So, are we going?" asked Michael. "Of course we are," said John. "We'll have to spend some time down there too." "So, we'll spend a day down there?" asked Emma. "Might have more," said John. "And besides, you two will have a job to do." "A job?" asked Michael. "I'm sure that you two will be wanted as bridesmaids," said John. "What are they?" asked Michael. Emma seemed to have an idea. "Well, bridesmaids help the bride. It requires you to wear pretty dresses," said Liz. "I should imagine you'll want to look pretty for your aunts?" Michael had enjoyed being a princess for the day. To be a bridesmaid sounded just as nice. While Emma and Michael started dreaming of being beautiful bridesmaids, James was once again checking on the latest gossip on his beloved Newcastle Utd via their website. With only a few games left of the season, there was little margin for error in the chase for league positions. John had gone to the kitchen to do his usual cooking duties. He couldn't really wait to get away from them, almost as much as Liz's desire to get back in the kitchen. But his duty to help with dinners was going to have to wait until Liz had had the baby. There was just over a month to go. It was not long after they had all finished dinner that the phone rang again. John went to answer it, and as he suspected, it was Anne once more. "Hi John. Not disturbing you?" she said. "No, just finished dinner," said John. "Same here," said Anne. "We've got the dates for the wedding and the holiday." "Ok, let's have them," said John. "Saturday 2nd August for the weddings and 9th - 16th August for the holiday," said Anne. "Haven't chosen a hotel yet." "Don't worry about that. The dates are the main thing at the moment," said John. "Done that bed yet?" "Nearly," said Anne. "And in case I haven't asked, can Emma and Michael be bridesmaids?" "You have. They are very keen too" said John. "Bye then." "Bye," said Anne. John went back to the living room and went to the calender on the wall. "I take it that was Anne?" asked Liz. "Yes, and we've now got the dates for the wedding and the holiday," he replied. Before sitting down, he went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Upon arriving back in the living room, he picked up one of the brochures and started looking at hotels in Scarborough. "We just need to find a reasonably priced one," he told Liz. "Anne has got to watch her purse, with the wedding and all." "Any idea how much time we need to spend down there?" asked Liz. "Well, they've chosen a Saturday. It might be best if we spent the weekend with them," said John. "Take James to a real football stadium." "You're not thinking of Walsall FC, are you?" asked James. "They're a little club with a little stadium." John just shook his head. "I could have supported Villa, but my dad followed Walsall and I went along with him." "Whatever. We have a better team," said James. "Do you want your season ticket renewed?" asked John. "Yes," said James. "Well, don't put my team down. So, they don't have a trophy cabinet like Newcastle. I'm not like most fans, choose a team based on the size of their recent trophy haul." It was a keen reminder to James that though he supported a big club, their trophy wins of late had been limited to lower league titles. Major trophies had proved elusive for many years. The game was being dominated by the financial clout of the teams from Manchester and London. It didn't help with the national media practically "sponsoring" them. "Ok, I know she didn't ask, but as our girls are going to be bridesmaids, you don't wish to be a pageboy?" asked John, changing the subject. "Aren't I a bit old for that?" he replied. "So that's a no. Don't worry, just asking," said John. "What will the dresses look like?" asked Emma. "Usually white," said Liz. "And the dresses will be identical. You'll probably have your hair styled too." Michael pondered that last part. He wondered if it would be his wig that would be styled or his own hair. He was still visiting the barbers on a monthly basis for a trim, and he hoped that would end soon. He got his answer when Liz noted the look on his face. "You would like to have your hair styled, wouldn't you?" asked Liz. "But will it be long?" asked Michael. "What do you think John?" asked Liz. "He's set to go full time once school ends in July. I think his last visit to the barbers should be the June visit. Then in July, we can arrange for him to have a more feminine style," replied John. "It's likely your hair won't be much longer than it is now," said Liz. "But it will be more girly looking." "Listen Michelle. This is something for you to look forward to," said John. "When school finishes for the summer holidays, you can be Michelle forever. No more being a boy. You want that, don't you?" "Yes I do daddy, yes I do!" he replied.