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Michelle's Story - Part 13 The Easter Holidays were going to see Michael and his older siblings spending most of the two weeks at home. Liz was still very much housebound with her pregnancy now just over a month away from completion. John still had work to go to and had just the main Easter days off. But stopping at home meant that Michael could go girl mode practically full time for the duration of the holiday. And Wednesday would see him, or more to the point: her, being introduced to sisters Becky and Louise. But until that day, it was merely spending all day in Emma's room. It was for Michael, the perfect distraction to a disappointing last few days. "It's a shame we can't go out anywhere," said Emma. "It's a nice day too." "Can't we go out in the back garden?" asked Michael. "James is outside at the moment. Playing with his football," said Emma as she looked out of her window. "I wonder if he would mind us having a picnic outside?" asked Michael. "Have to ask mommy for some food first," said Emma. "I mean a pretend picnic, with Gemma and Victoria," said Michael. "Oh, I suppose we could," said Emma. "We still need a blanket to sit on though." They went down and found Liz using the commode. Judy was standing at her side, waiting to help her back to her seat. "What do you want, sweethearts?" she asked. "We wanted to have a picnic with our dolls outside in the back garden," said Emma. "If you wish," said Liz. "Just mind James though." "But we need a blanket," said Emma. "Oh, I'll get you one," said Liz. "I'll sit outside with you. I could do with some fresh air." It required Judy to find a suitable blanket for a picnic. She then helped Liz out into the back garden. The back garden was fairly plain. The area by the back door was paved and had a few potted plants plus an outdoor table and chairs. Liz was helped to one of these chairs. Beyond the paved area, the garden was mainly lawn, with flower beds flanking the sides. There was a greenhouse at the far end. James was in the middle of the lawn practising keepy-uppy with his football. "You don't mind the girls having a play picnic, do you?" asked Liz. "As long as they don't take up all the lawn," replied James. "I don't think they will," said Liz. "And you don't need much room by the looks of things." James was trying to remain in the same spot. After all, he was just trying to keep the ball off the ground as long as possible just with his feet. The ball did occasionally roll away. He ignored the girls as they came out with the blanket and put it down on the lawn, near to the paved area. Michael was carrying the dolls, while Emma had her tea set. Soon, the dolls were sat on the blanket and the plates and cups were placed. And so, the girls enjoyed a few hours in the garden. They sometimes had to move James' football when it came their way. They sometimes thought that James was kicking it in their direction on purpose, but it wasn't so. "He isn't kicking it your way deliberately," said Liz, who was watching them. "Well, I wish the ball would go away. Gemma has been knocked over twice," said Emma. "Michelle, can you go and get me the loaf of bread, cheese and margarine from the kitchen please," said Liz. "Oh, and ask Judy to bring a knife please." Soon, Michael and Judy were bringing the requested items to her and placed them on the table in front of her. "Come and get some cheese sandwiches for lunch," called Liz. The children stopped what they were doing and came to get their sandwiches. James sat at the table while Emma and Michael went back to their picnic blanket. Judy also brought out some drinks for everyone and sat by the table herself for a while. "Nice to have a break," she said to Liz. "Nice to have some warm weather for a change," said Liz. "I'll be glad when my baby makes it's entrance into the world." "Next month, isn't it?" asked Judy. "Yes, though which day is up to the baby," said Liz. When John came back, they all headed inside as it started to get cooler. Emma and Michael went upstairs again while John took a few minutes rest before starting on the dinner again. "Do you think Michael will get over Robert?" asked Liz. "I hope so," said John. "Not that I would want him to forget Robert. I should imagine that as soon as he can go to school as a girl, he will be able to put this behind him." "But what if he meets Robert again?" said Liz. "It could happen." "It could, and then he would have to explain why he wears skirts from now on," said John. "If only he had told him now," said Liz. "But perhaps it was best that he didn't." "Their friendship may have ended there and then," said John. "But it still could," sighed Liz. * * * They didn't mention Robert to Michael if possible. It was going to be bad enough when he returned to school and find Robert's chair empty. Michael was spending all day and every day as Michelle and he was loving every minute of it. He didn't want the holiday to end as it meant having to wear boys clothes again. With the important visit of Becky and Louise the next day, he was feeling very nervous. Before going to bed that night, Emma came up to him. "You're becoming rather fond of Victoria, aren't you?" she asked him. "Yes, I am," he replied. "Well, she is becoming fond of you. She wants you to be her mommy," smiled Emma. She held out the doll and offered her to Michael. "Thank you. I'll take good care of her," he said. "I know you will," said Emma. "Goodnight then." "Goodnight," said Michael. As he entered the bedroom, James was waiting to turn the light off. "You're taking that to bed now?" he asked. "Emma gave her to me. She's mine now," said Michael. "And I am a girl, so taking a doll to bed is ok." "Ok," said James flatly. He waited for Michael to get into bed before going over to turn off the light. The arrival of Victoria had made up for the loss of his teddy, who had taken up residence in Emma's room. Having a doll was even better though, as it reminded him that his journey to girlhood was very much underway. The next day was of course when the other girls would be arriving. They looked forward to visiting Emma more than having a get together at their own homes, all because visiting Emma meant meeting Michelle. With Becky and Louise coming too, Emma was hoping that the others would arrive first. Michael was straight into girl mode that morning and Liz and Emma were very keen to have him looking very girly indeed. They had to show Becky and Louise that he was very serious about being a girl. But thankfully, it was some of their main friends who arrived first: Jenny and Amy, and Maddy. "Great to see you again Michelle," said Amy, greeting Michael with a hug. "Wow, getting really pretty now." Michael's extra girliness was wearing some lip gloss and a ribbon in his wig. "Becky here yet?" asked Maddy. "Still waiting," said Emma. "Lucy has yet to arrive too." "Well, I'll say it again," said Jenny. "Michelle is a girl indeed. Any other boy would run away in a flash if they were asked to dress this way." "Sis, you take Amy, Jenny and Maddy to our room while I wait for the others," said Emma. Michael did that, and felt warm at the sound of the words "our room". Becky and Louise were the next to arrive, but seeing that Lucy had yet to arrive, they were asked to wait. Meanwhile, Michael was certainly getting on well with the girls in his company. It was the first chance to show them the photos from the birthday party. "You and Emma look so wonderful," said Maddy. "I would like to wear a dress like that." "Same here," said Amy. "So, who are the others?" Michael pointed out the others to them. He decided against telling them about Jessica, but it didn't matter. They couldn't tell that Jessica was really male. Downstairs, Becky and Louise were being given their final instructions. Lucy had just arrived and had been given clearance to go upstairs. "Ok, can we see Michelle yet?" asked Becky. "You can, but I don't want you asking too many questions," said Emma. "Just remember that she is a girl, not a sissy. She loves girls clothes and long hair, though she currently wears a wig." "But if she is a boy who wears girls clothes, that makes her a sissy," said Becky. "Michelle wants to be a girl, including wanting girl parts," said Emma. "Now, just be nice to her." When they arrived in the room, Michael was at the centre of the crowd. She smiled as they entered. "She looks amazing," said Louise. "She actually looks like a girl," said Becky. "She is a girl," said Amy. "That is why I want her to sit with us." "So, she looks like a girl. Does she know how to behave like one?" asked Becky. "After spending many weeks as one, I'm sure she can," said Emma. "Ok, time to show Becky how much of a girl my sister is." It was soon clear to the sisters that Michael really was a girl at heart, and that they were now willing to support him. It still didn't stop them asking questions though. "If Michael is coming to school like this in September, isn't there a chance that someone could recognise him?" asked Louise. "I guess so," said Amy. "Which is why we need to protect her." "How?" asked Louise. "Michael will have to leave school," suggested Becky. "If everyone thinks he has left, they won't think that Michelle is him." "Possible, but he could still be found out," said Emma. "Tell everyone about him and tell them not to bother him," asked Louise. "That won't work. Someone would cause trouble if they knew," said Maddy. "My mommy knows but she doesn't like it." "Your mommy knows?" asked Becky. "So how come she hasn't caused trouble if she doesn't like it?" "She promised not to say anything," said Maddy. "My daddy might not be as good about it." "Why have some people got a problem? Michael wants to be a girl, and he looks so much happier as one," asked Louise. "I don't know why," said Emma. "Some people are just like that." "If anything is wrong, it's stopping Michael becoming a girl," said Lucy. It was settled. Becky and Louise were now supportive of Michael/Michelle and were now keen to visit more often. As for getting Michelle into school without her being recognised, that would require more planning. It would also require cooperation from the school. * * * Michael pressed his dad about this after the girls had left. John was aware of this problem and assured his son that he would ensure that his identity remained safe. "Your identity will remain safe, if I have any say about it, and I will," he said. "I'll even persuade your doctor to write a letter to Mr Connor about it." "There are a number of ways to help disguise you," said Liz. "Even your wig will help." "Your mom is right," said John. "It may be best to wear your wig until your hair is much longer." "But it was suggested I leave school first," said Michael. "That is a good idea. At least it will explain Michael's absense in September," said John. "But for now, just enjoy your holiday." He went back to join Emma in her room. She was once again full of admiration for her sister to be. "You are so natural!" she said, hugging him. "If only people would see you, they would know you were really a girl." "But would they?" asked Michael. "What about Uncle Adam? He wouldn't believe Aunt Sally or Jessica." "But I do. You are my sister and you belong with me in this room." "I want to sleep in this room, but mommy wants me to wait till the baby is born," said Michael. "I hope the baby is a boy," said Emma. "I already have the sister I've always wanted." "How long will it take my hair to grow as long as yours?" asked Michael. "I don't know. It took a year or longer for mine to get this long," said Emma. "I really want to see you with long hair, your own hair. How long do you want it?" "Longer than this wig would be nice," said Michael. Emma just smiled. Michael was a girl to her now, and she enjoyed seeing him happy as one. "I can't wait for you to be my sister all the time," she added. "I imagine Sandra was happy for Jessica to become her sister all the time." Michael just smiled. He went and picked up her hairbrush and started passing it through his wig. "At least you know you still have friends at school," said Emma. Michael's smile weakened. What were the use of friends when you couldn't be with them? * * * By the time the Easter weekend had arrived, and John was free from work, there was the problem of where to go. The reason was because Michael was eager to go out, as Michelle. After the incident which led to Maddy's mother June finding out, there was always the chance it could happen again, and the next time, the adults might not be as considerate. "You've got to take her out sooner or later," said Liz. "If she is to go full time, she'll have to go everywhere as Michelle." "It's just what to do if anyone recognises her," he replied. "You'll have to take that chance," said Liz. "You can't hide her forever." It was settled. John took the children out, with Michael in girl mode. There were two major museums in the city that had plenty to interest them, and that is where they spent the day. First up was the Great North Museum which offered them plenty in the way of natural history. Animals were certainly of interest to Emma, as to Michael. James was particularly keen on the dinosaur exhibits. Of course, with Michael wearing his wig and a favourite dress, John was on the look out for anyone he, or the children, knew. The children were better lookouts, as they knew their friends better. So far, so good. This was the first time that John had taken the children out alone in a while, but it was the first time that he had Michelle rather than Michael. All previous times that Michelle had been taken anywhere, Liz had been with them. Michael was sticking close to Emma, and his behaviour certainly wasn't betraying the truth about him. But because Emma's friends' parents knew that Emma had two brothers and no sisters, there was going to problems if any of them showed up and saw Michelle. But with it looking unlikely that they wouldn't meet up with anyone they knew, the children were busy playing on the interactive exhibits. They had to wait to get their hands on some, as other children were busy playing with them too. The other museum was the Discovery Museum, which was specifically a science museum. Once again, the attraction for the children were more interactive exhibits. "I'm sure we may be coming here next year," said James. "I'm sure one of the older juniors mentioned it." "Well, you've visited it now," said John. "And once your mom has had the baby, she'll likely bring you here again on weekends." They stopped off at a McDonalds on the way back for something to eat, still hoping that they didn't meet anyone they knew. "We need to work something out about this," said John. "Sooner or later, we are going to meet up with your friends and their parents. We will have to explain Michelle to them." "Can't we just say she is a cousin?" asked James. "How do we explain where Michael is then?" replied John. "The only policy is to tell them the truth. But that has it's problems." Emma and Michael pondered this. They didn't appear comfortable. "As you know, June is not supportive of Michael being a girl. Her husband is with her, as she told us. But she is keeping quiet on the subject," said John. "Now, not everyone will be like that. Some adults will actually agree with it, and some won't. It's those that won't that are the problem." Even James didn't have an answer to this. "But we'll discuss this more at home," said John. "Now, what about getting something for your mom?" "We got her cards a few weeks ago, for Mothers Day," said James. "You could get her an Easter card," said John. That's what they did get her. As they walked along the streets, Emma decided to point out a place to Michael. "That's where I go to get my hair trimmed," she said, pointing to a hairdresser. "Will I be going there?" he replied. "From July," said John. "Your mom will likely be going there in a few weeks, once she has had the baby." Michael went and took a closer look at the shop. It certainly looked nicer than the barber shop that he and James went to. He walked away with a smile on his face, as the thought of going into the hairdressers appealed to him. Upon arriving home, John got the children to put their names in the card that he had bought and put it in the envelope. He then put it to one side. "She can have it tomorrow," he said. "Have what tomorrow?" asked Liz. "Just got you something for tomorrow," he said. "Chocolates?" she asked. "Or maybe another jar of jam?" The latter would have been questionable as a present, but Liz had started eating jars of jam since she had gotten pregnant. An empty blackcurrant jam jar was now on the sofa beside her, spoon still inside. "You'll be giving birth to a jam doughnut at this rate," he told her, as he picked up the jar and took it to the kitchen. "I can't help it," she said. "I just have a craving for the stuff." "It was jelly babies last time," he said. "I know, but I'll quit once the baby is born," she smiled. * * * John brought up the subject of telling the parents of Emma's friends about Michelle again later that day. "It has to be done with caution," said Liz. "I don't think Emma will want her friends being barred from here because of it." Liz had a point. If the parents objected, they could stop their daughters from coming round to visit, and even stop Emma from visiting them. Just to be safe, John sought another opinion on the matter: his sister Sally. He called her in the evening, when he was sure she would be in. "Hi sis. Have you got 5 minutes?" he asked. "What's up bro?" she replied. "Do you have any tips for coming out?" he asked. "As in closet, I presume?" she replied. "You're not gay, are you?" "No. It's about Michelle. We're thinking of telling the parents of Emma's friends," said John. "Ah, let me think. You obviously fear a backlash against Emma too, if all goes awry," she said. "Sort of. You know what some are," he said. "So, why tell them?" she asked. "The chance of meeting them in the street and explaining where Michael is, and where Michelle has come from," he added. "It's difficult, in any language," she said. "Because you don't know what their response will be." "We just know that Emma's friends already know, and are behind Michelle 100%," said John. "Well, that might be your secret weapon," said Sally. "How are your lot by the way?" "Getting along fine," said John. "Just need to make sure Michael copes when he returns to school. He can't wait for July to come." "He is set to return in September as a girl then?" she replied. "No doubt. Just need to sort a few things out though first," he said. "Ensuring she doesn't get recognised." "Well, I'll wait and see how you get on with this latest coming out," said Sally. "Good luck." The next day was Easter Sunday. With all the shops closed, it was a case of stopping in regardless. Liz had been given her Easter card by the children that morning, before they set about occupying themselves for the day. James decided to go outside and have a game of football with John, while Michael was with Emma in her room. "Will telling their mommies and daddies be helping me?" asked Michael. "I don't know," said Emma. "But you might be able to come with me to their houses." Michael wanted that. He felt bad that he couldn't, in case he got found out. He was part of the group and it felt wrong that he should miss out. It was because of this that the girls often visited him and Emma more. They wanted his company. "I can't wait for July. I want to go the hairdressers," he sighed. "I don't want to be a boy anymore." Dinner that afternoon was done as usual, by John, though Liz was in the kitchen to supervise. She was using a walking stick to help carry the weight of her 8 month burden, but for the most part, she sat on a chair in the corner. She even sat by the table and cut up the vegetables. After dinner, there was a pudding of apple pie and custard. The pie had been bought frozen at the supermarket and just needed baking in the oven. As for tea later that day, the children feasted on chocolate eggs. "I'm going to arrange for your friends to come round again next week," said John to Emma. "I think it is best if we told them. I hope for both of your sakes that they don't turn nasty." Even though Emma and Michael were in agreement, they found that last part discomforting. Phone numbers for all of Emma's friends were kept, in case of emergencies. Therefore, it wasn't hard for John to arrange a get together for the girls during the final week of the holiday. All that remained now, was to tell their parents when they came to collect them afterwards. * * * The days that followed were nervous ones for John and Liz. John was wondering whether he was doing the right thing by telling a number of parents that his youngest son was set to become his daughter. The date set was Tuesday. The girls would be spending the day at their house, giving John time to get home from work. The girls were dropped off as usual. Becky and Louise had once again turned up, after Amy had passed on the message to them (they lived doors apart). Once upstairs, Emma and Michael explained what their parents were planning. "So, you're going to tell our parents?!" said Amy. "Is it safe?" After hearing about Maddy's mother, they were all a little tense about the proposed plan. "But if they accept Michelle, then she could come round to your houses too," said Emma. "That would be nice," said Jenny. "I'm sure she would love our room." "Of course she would," said Amy. Jenny and Amy were so alike, that some thought that they were twins. But despite their near identical appearances, they were just over a year apart in age. Even so, they did enjoy fooling people who didn't know. "But the reason for this, is just in case we meet outside school, like if are shopping," said Emma. "As you know, Michelle is going to be with us all the time from July. That means that if we go out, we'll have Michelle with us and not Michael. But as your parents know Michael, but not Michelle, we need to tell them." "What will happen if they don't accept her?" asked Lucy. "I don't want to say," said Emma. "They'll want us to keep away from Michelle," said Maddy. "And that means Emma too." "Emma is our friend. I want her to keep coming to my house," said Lucy. "Emma and Michelle are our friends," said Amy. "Michelle is one of us. She is a girl to me." "Agreed," said Louise. "Right sis?" "Yes," said Becky. With them stopping most of the day, there was a need to provide them with food. Judy, who was continuing to help with all the housework, took up the task of providing food when necessary. Liz, however, was always keen to do her bit, and often prepared food if it was brought to her. As for the preparation of sandwiches, Judy had also become aware of Liz's pregnancy enduced cravings for jam, and thus always went against the idea of jam sandwiches. The girls all sat in the living room to eat, whether be on the sofas or on the floor. They were all making it plain to Liz that they were behind Michelle all the way. "Michelle is a girl," said Jenny. "She belongs with us." "But will your parents see it that way?" asked Liz. "They'll have to believe us," said Lucy. "We'll tell them." "I hope they do," said Liz. "Grown ups are harder to convince." James was overhearing the conversation from his seat in the corner. He was once again using the computer to get news on Newcastle United. The girls didn't spend all the time making their defense case for Michelle. They were all interested in Liz's unborn child. Liz even lifted up her top in the hope that the baby might stir once more. "That was a foot!" said Amy. "It was clearly a foot!" The baby had kicked and the outline of a tiny foot had become visible for a moment. This had got the girls' attention even more, and they watched for further kicks. For Liz, she couldn't wait for John to get back. She felt certain that he would handle the situation to come, much better. But until then, she found the girls wishing to spend time with her, whether to continue watching the baby move, or to have their hair styled. The time soon passed and the front door could soon be heard. John was home. He had barely sat down when the girls came over and made sure he knew their defense case too. "Ok, thank you for your support," he said. "Now, how many parents are we expecting?" "Our mommy will be picking us up," said Jenny. "Daddy is at work." "Same here," said Becky. "And here," said Lucy. "Just mothers by the sound of things," said Liz. "Ok, but even with Michelle's enthusiastic defense council, I'm still not sure," he replied. The time came, as one by one, the mothers came to collect their daughters. Michael was ushered into the kitchen by John just as the doorbell rang for the first time. "Hi Sharon," said John. "You don't mind coming in for a while?" "No, but Lucy is ok, isn't she?" asked Sharon, Lucy's mother. "She's fine," said John. Sharon was soon followed by Caroline (Jenny and Amy's mother) and June. Anthea (mother of Becky and Louise) was the last to arrive. All the women were wondering what was up. They had all been offered cups of tea. The girls were keeping quiet, as they had been instructed. Their faces told their mothers that something was up though. "So, what is it that all of us have been brought inside for?" asked Caroline. "I just want to clear the air on an important matter," said John. "There was always going to be the chance of meeting you on the high street or thereabouts, and as a result, you finding out about something." June frowned. She knew what this was about but said nothing. "Find out about what?" asked Sharon. "My youngest son. He wants to become a girl," said John. "He wants to become a girl?!" said Anthea. "You're saying that he dresses like a girl already?" asked Caroline. "That's why I mentioned the chance of you finding out about on the street," said John. "James, bring out Michelle, will you?" James went to the kitchen and brought Michael before the mothers. He was still looking very much a girl. * * * The mothers, June included, all fell silent as they took in the girl that was Michael. Michael smiled weakly. "My goodness, if you hadn't told me this was your son, I would have said that this was just a pretty young girl," said Caroline. "I agree," said Anthea. "So, I take it that your plan to turn him into a girl is still on then?" asked June. The others looked at her. They were unaware that she already knew about this. "Michael has been diagnosed as being transgender," said John. "We are hoping to have him start school in September as you see him now." "He looks convincing, but does he really wish to be a girl?" asked Anthea. "I really do want to be a girl," said Michael. "I love playing with dolls, I like wearing pretty dresses. I like playing with the other girls." That last bit explained a lot. The mothers now looked at their daughters. The girls prepared themselves to forward their defense. "So, your son has been playing with our daughters?" asked Caroline. "Yes she has, mommy," said Jenny. "And we want her to continue playing with us." "Michelle is a girl and she's lots of fun to be with," said Lucy. "And I think you're wrong mommy for not believing she is a girl," said Maddy. "We've been playing with her for weeks now and she enjoys it. She really is a girl, and I want her to be my friend." Just to emphasise their point, the girls stood and flanked Michael. "Maddy is right," said Amy. "Michelle is part of our group." The mothers looked at their daughters and considered their next move. They couldn't fault them for friendship values. "I still can't believe that a boy can want to be a girl," said June. "What is between his legs, that tells you everything." "Well, his brain isn't down there," said Caroline. "I've heard of this, and I imagine a lot of people have. It's their gender which is the problem, and that is in the brain." "Gender? Sex? It's all the same thing," said June. "Oh, and I suppose your husband is a doctor?" asked Caroline. "No, but you're going to tell me that yours is?" asked June. "As a matter of fact, he is!" said Caroline. "He doesn't work in that field, but he does know that gender is the mental part of a person's sex. They call it sexual identity." "So, what are we supposed to do?" asked Anthea. "We've been told that our daughters are playing with a boy who thinks he is a girl." "I've no problem," said Caroline. "My daughters are convinced that this boy is a girl." June didn't seem moved. "I want Michelle to come to our house," said Maddy. "Sorry, but your dad wouldn't allow it. If he found out, there would be trouble," said June. "But she is a girl!" said Maddy. "She can come to our house though," said Caroline. Jenny and Amy were elated, but felt sorry for Maddy. "I'm going to side with the girls too," said Sharon. "Why can't a boy be like a girl?" This pleased Lucy. All that remained was for Anthea to make up her mind. "I can't decide just yet," she said though. "Though it is clear that Michael wants to be a girl." Becky and Louise were not satisfied though and pressed their mom to make a decision. All she agreed upon was to let them continue coming to this house. Maddy was also given permission to keep visiting Emma and Michelle. It was little compensation for her mother's stubborn refusal to accept that Michelle was a girl. The mothers, with the exception of June, were still looking at Michael even after deciding whether or not to let their daughters continue playing with him. "Well, I thank you for telling us this," said Sharon. "At least we'll know who your other daughter is." "I suppose the problem is hiding something," added Caroline. "She recently got a special pair of panties that does just that," said Liz. Michael decided against showing them the gaff that he currently wore. With nothing left to explain, the mothers all left the house with their daughters. But before she left, Caroline went over to Michael and spoke to him. "If your head tells you that you're a girl, then you are a girl," she said to him. "You're very pretty by the way." Michael couldn't help but smile. As expected, the girls stood by him and hugged him and Emma goodbye. * * * John couldn't have expected it to go so well. June still proved stubborn, but at least she hadn't backed away. But as for the other mothers, it was two supportive and one yet to fully decide, though her pendulum was swinging towards supportive. "Well, Michelle," he said. "You've won a few more people over." "It was the other girls that did it," he said defensively. "You did your bit too. You were just being yourself," said John. "I suppose so," he said. "But what was that about gender and brains?" "Your gender is what sex you believe yourself to be," said John. "You believe you are a girl, so your gender is female." "But I'm a boy between my legs," said Michael. "That is where the problem lies," said John. "Your body is that of a boy, but you have the mind of a girl." "Should I have the mind of a boy then?" he asked. "You should, but your mind is female instead," said John. "And you do want to be a girl between your legs?" "Yes, I do," said Michael. "Then that is what we'll help you achieve," said John. "The next few months are very important and you just need to be patient." "In July, your life as Michelle will begin properly," said Liz. "And one of the first things to do, is to make Michelle your real name." "You can do that?" asked Michael. "We can," said John. "But you just need to finish the school year first." "It's a long time," sighed Michael. "Just concentrate on your work," said John. "The weeks will pass." John then decided to take a short rest before starting on the dinner. Michael then found James before him. "You have some good friends," he said. "I know," said Michael. "Us girls stick together." "Of course you do," said James. "I'm sorry for all the things I said about you. You are becoming a girl, and I just want you to know that I'm behind you. I love you sis." "Thank you bro," said Michael. He gave James a hug. "Well said son," said John. "Ok sis, you can let go now," said James, as Michael seemed reluctant to stop hugging him. "Don't you like being hugged?" asked Michael. "There are times and places for such," he replied. "You need to loosen up James," said Liz. "Your youngest sister is just saying thank you." "But she could have just said it," said James. "You just don't understand girls, do you?" smiled Liz. James decided not to answer that one and went back to using the computer. "Back to you Michelle, it seems certain that your journey to girlhood has truly started," said Liz. "We certainly need to make things more feminine for you from now on." "You're not painting half our room pink!" said James. "I don't think so," said Liz. "Michelle wants to room share with Emma." "Thank goodness," said James. "When is she moving?" "Once the baby is born. Hopefully, you'll have a new brother to share with," said John. "Anyway, I thought you were more concerned over your birthday present?" said Liz. "I am," said James. "A stadium tour of St James' Park, and the new home and away kits." "Stadium tour, perhaps. But more kits?" said John. "Yes," said James. "But the kits come out in the summer." "Just the stadium tour," said John. "Plus anything from the club store - within budget." Later that evening, after dinner, John went upstairs and entered Emma's room. Emma and Michael were still playing. "I can't provide you with a bed, but will a sleeping bag do?" he asked Michael. Michael looked and noticed that John was holding his Ben 10 sleeping bag. "You mean I can sleep in here tonight?!" he replied. "If you wish," said John. Michael just smiled. A good day had just got better.