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Michelle's Story - Part 14 The rest of the Easter Holidays went quite quickly after that eventful day. With John back at work, the children were spending time at home. It was the usual affairs for all: James spending time either watching the television, playing on the computer or his DS, or reading books or magazines (Newcastle United related), while Michael joined Emma in more girly pursuits, like playing with hair or dolls. They also spent time being read to by Liz. But the holiday soon came to an end. It was soon time for Michael to wear trousers once more, having spent all of the holiday in skirts or dresses. But the return to wearing boys clothes wasn't the worst of it. What bothered him most of all was finding himself sitting alone in class. This was on his mind from the moment he got up. "Cheer up," said Liz. "It's not the end of the world. You might end up sitting with Amy after all." Michael smiled weakly. He just wanted the school year to finish. June still volunteered to do the school run for them, despite her continued opposition to Michael becoming a girl. It was likely she would be doing the run for them for a few more weeks. As they entered the school, James made his way to the junior playground while Michael made his way to the infant playground with Emma and Maddy. "I can't believe I want to call my mommy and daddy stupid," said Maddy. "But not seeing that Michael is a girl is stupid." "Keep your voice down," said Emma. "Sorry," said Maddy. "Here's Amy and Jenny." "Hi girls," said Amy. She was including Michael in that greeting too. "Don't mention anything," said Emma nodding to Michael. Michael's sorry face told her everything. "Cheer up Michael," said Jenny. "You'll feel better when your hair is longer." He smiled weakly. This was the first time that he had been really amongst the girls at school. He just felt awkward without his wig and girls clothing. The bell rang just as Lucy, Becky and Louise came up. So, for now, it was a case of "See you at break" rather than more formal greetings, as everyone headed to their classrooms. As was usually the case, Michael found himself lining up by the classroom door. It was normal routine for children to line up outside their room while they awaited their teacher. Miss Field arrived minutes later. "Morning class," she said. "All had a good holiday?" Several voices called out "Yes Miss," as they all went inside and made their way to their usual seats. Michael was already feeling the reality of the situation he was in when he noticed Robert not in the line outside the room. He sat at his desk and noticed the empty chair beside it. He then looked towards the door. He just hoped it was all a dream and that Robert was just late arriving. Miss Field sat behind her desk, put down her mug of coffee and opened the register. As she called out the names, she did come across Robert's name. "He left before the holiday," she said to herself in a low voice as she drew a line through the page for the remaining space for Robert, writing "left school" at the end. She looked to Michael and saw the expression on his face. The calling of the register was the part that hit Michael hardest. His hope that Robert's departure was a dream was dashed in a moment. Amy and Becky both looked over. They both felt for him. Miss Field decided to get the first lesson underway. Michael looked around as friends talked about their holiday adventures. He knew he had to put his sorrow to one side and went about his work. During the lesson, Miss Field went over to Michael to see how he was coping. "If you're feeling lonely, you can sit at another table," she told him. "Where else can I sit?" he asked. She looked and noticed that there was only one possible table. "If you don't mind sitting with girls, you can sit with Amy and Becky," she said. Amy and Becky overheard this and smiled. Their hopes were now on the verge of reality. Michael looked hesitantly over and agreed. He picked up his belongings and went over to join the girls at their table. Amy smiled as he sat down. "Don't mind me saying this, but we'll leave talking to outside class," she said. Some other children in the class looked at Michael to see how he reacted. When it was clear that there was no interaction between him and the two girls, they seemed satisfied. Amy explained herself to Michael at break. They had found a quiet spot in the playground where they could talk. "You noticed how the others looked at you when you sat at our table?" she asked him. "No, why?" he replied. "We can't let them think we're friends," she said. "If they think we are, they might start saying bad things about us." "That's why you don't want to talk to me in class?" he said. "Yes, but of course I'm your friend. We're both girls," she said, smiling. "I'm going off to join the others. I'll them them what I've just told you." This lack of interaction didn't please Michael, but he understood why it was being done. If he was a girl, there would be no need for it. He decided to sit down and eat the bag of crisps he had been given for lunch. He wasn't far away from where his sister and friends were gathered. Break times were going to be awkward. There was more reason for him to sit with others than just to avoid being lonely. Some lessons required children to work together, or to share items such as paint pots during art. Whenever teamwork was required, Amy and Becky tried to make it appear that they were not over comfortable with having Michael at their table. They did send a friendly smile his way when they felt no one was looking though. After school, Emma was keen to talk about the development but decided to leave it till home. She kept quiet while riding in the back of June's car too. Michael was also keen to keep the subject quiet till home. But he did feel slightly happy that he was sitting with friends once more. * * * Michael's news that he was sitting with Amy and Becky now was greeted warmly by his parents. When he explained how they were pretending to be uninterested in him, they understood. "Ok, so this pretend snubbing of you is a good idea, but if you like, you can stop doing it after a few weeks," said John. "Can we?" asked Michael. "Just start to be friendly with them," said John. "You become friends through necessity." "Amy is thrilled to have Michelle at her table," said Emma. "Next year, she definitely wants you at her table." "Still things to do before then," said John. "Like explaining why Michael is leaving school." "How come?" asked Emma. "I'm going to change into my other clothes," said Michael, now desperate to get out of his uniform. "Go ahead," said John, then turning back to Emma. "You need to understand that others probably know that you and James are related to him. If he leaves school, they will wonder why you haven't too." "But he isn't leaving school," said Emma. "But they won't know that," said John. "When Michelle starts school in September, you may have to treat her as though she is a friend, and not your sister." Emma thought for a moment and went upstairs to find Michael. "So, how do we explain Michael's proposed 'exit' from school?" asked Liz. "I haven't a clue," said John. "But we don't need an answer right now." "Wouldn't hurt to have one right now though," said Liz. "Well, what do you suggest?" asked John. "Sorry, but I'm in the same boat as you," said Liz. Their talk was interrupted as Michael came down to have his wig fitted. "I hate to say this Michelle, but you may have to get your hair cut," said Liz as she helped him once more. Michael looked at her with a look of horror. "Your hair, as long as it is, is very much a boys style," said Liz. "The hair at the front is shorter, so you may need the length at the back shortening to help even it out." "No, I don't want my hair cut! Ever!" he cried. As soon as his wig was fitted, he turned and went back upstairs. "But it might help to have his hair cut," said Liz. "Just to even the length out." "He has his wig for now. Maybe he can get it styled better when it is longer," said John. Upstairs, Michael was talking about his hair to Emma. She was sympathetic. "It's the hair at the front of your head," she told him. "It doesn't cover your ears." Micheal's hair was styled with a fringe. The hair was cut so that it framed his ears. Only the hair at the back was capable of covering them. Emma's hair was long at the front and she preffered to have her ears hidden. "Will it grow long?" he asked. "Of course it will," said Emma. "But all your hair grows, not just some of it. By the time the hair at the front is down to your chin, the rest of your hair will be down your back." Michael liked the thought, overlooking how uneven his hair would look. "Listen sis, once your hair has been given a girl look, you can have it as long as you like." "I just want to be pretty, like you," he replied softly. "You are pretty," said Emma. "And when your own hair is really long, you'll be even prettier." "Prettier than you?" he asked. "Not quite," said Emma. "But we'll be the prettiest sisters in the world." As he went over to sit on her bed to look after Victoria, she turned the subject to school. "Amy is really happy that you're sitting with her," she said. "I know," he smiled. "I just want to go to school as a girl now." "We all want you to," she replied. * * * Over the next week, John was busy. As well as his job to contend with, he had been arranging James' birthday present of a stadium tour of St James' Park. He had also been on the phone to Anne to get the holiday arrangements sorted. Though the dates had been decided, there was still the case of accommodation. "Yes, we've decided on a hotel," said Anne. "They've already got rooms for us reserved. We just need you to get in touch with them." John had got his copy of the brochure with him. He turned to the page with the chosen hotel . "Ok, I'll get onto them," said John. "Hopefully got time to save up the money." "We have," said Anne. "We're currently trying to sell our cars. Only thing is that the dealers are not keen on buying 2 and selling 1. They'd rather do it the other way round." "Typical dealers," said John. "So, unless we can find a dealer who will take both cars, we might try and sell the cars individually," said Anne. "I wish you luck," said John. "Everything ok with your lot?" "Very much so," said Anne. "Julie was in charge of the kids over the holiday, since I've got a job. Did get to go out over the Easter weekend. Went to the Severn Valley Railway. Edward enjoyed it immensely as he loves trains. The girls enjoyed it too." "Well, we couldn't go far, since Liz is housebound, and I'm just like you: go to work," said John. "Oh, and James is 10 next week and I'm taking him to Newcastle United for a stadium tour." "Oh yes, Sally told us. We've sent a card out to him," said Anne "We've got another birthday coming up too. My soon to be step-daughter Kelly." "I presume she'll be coming with you to Scarborough?" asked John. "Yes, she will," said Anne. "But how about Michelle?" "Getting along. She's now sitting with two of her friends in class. The teacher got her to sit there," said John. "Just having a problem with her hair now - she may have to get it cut to make it look more girly." "Oh, I've had that with Jessica. Still do actually," said Anne. "Been keen to have her hair long since coming out. Doesn't help having many girls around with really long hair." "So, what did you do?" asked John. "She started wearing a wig, then as it started to get long, she stopped using it. But since her hair wasn't very long to begin with, giving her a girl style wasn't hard," said Anne. "But Michelle's hair is already quite long, if I remember." "Just short at the front," said John. "I've suggested her let her hair grow a bit more before it is styled, while using the wig to hide it." "Good idea," said Anne. "Wouldn't have worked with Jessica. Her wig was straight and she's naturally curly." "I see," said John. "Well, the wig may be of further use, as it will help disguise her in September." "I bet she is looking forward to that?" asked Anne. "Very much so, but July is on her mind for now. She can say goodbye to Michael then." "Reminds me of Jessica," said Anne. "Well, got dinner to prepare. Let me know when you've contacted the hotel." "Will do. Bye then," said John. "Bye," said Anne. John showed the hotel to Liz. She seemed satisfied with it. It was not far from the promenade, but not on it. That made a diffence in the price. "I'll book them up tomorrow," he said. "So, how's the family?" asked Liz. "Very well, though she never said anything about mom or Sally. I guess they're well," said John. "I mentioned our little girl's hair. Anne thinks letting her grow it some more and continued use of the wig is a good idea." "Ok, we'll do that then," said Liz. "But still a few months to go yet." "James, I think you've been on the computer long enough," said John. "Nearly time for bed too." "Ok dad," sighed James. John then went upstairs to inform Michael and Emma that it was time to go to bed. "Girls, time for bed," he said as he entered the room. "Ok, we'll get ready," said Michael. Michael had been sleeping in Emma's room ever since John had brought his sleeping bag in. "And another thing," said John. "When July comes, we'll ask the hairdresser to cut as little hair as possible from your head. You can grow your hair and wear your wig at school." "Thanks daddy," smiled Michael. "You're welcome," said John. He helped get the sleeping bag ready for them as they changed into their pyjamas. Michael went downstairs to have his wig taken off while Emma went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Michael was soon joining her, followed by James. Once back inside their room, they talked about hair once more. "Go to sleep please," said John. He was in the process of helping Liz up the stairs. * * * The next day at school, Michael went and sat with Amy and Becky once more. They once again kept up their act of feeling uncomfortable at his presence. But it didn't stop them from talking, even if it was in whispers. "I like your hair today," Michael whispered to Amy. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied back with a magenta ribbon. "Thanks," she replied in an equally low voice, accompanied by a warm smile. Michael was a bit disappointed that their talk was restricted to the odd whisper. But he was happy to be sitting with them nonetheless. None one would have guessed that he had a special friendship with these girls. Break times were still the worst part of the day. He sat on a bench and ate his crisps as normal. "Everything ok bro?" came a voice. He turned and found Emma sitting beside him. "Yes, kinda," he replied. "I thought I'd keep you company," she said. "The others understand." "I like Amy's ribbon," he said. "Yes, I know. She told me," said Emma. "Don't be ashamed. Girls always talk about each others appearances." He gave her a smile. "We can sit here every break if you like?" she said. "We are brother and sister." "You mean sister and sister?" he replied. "Not at school," she said. "But what about it? Me and you sitting here?" "Ok," said Michael. They didn't say much, but having his sister by him made him feel more comfortable. He wasn't alone. Miss Field came over to him in the midday session to see if he was ok with his new table companions. "I'm fine miss," he said. "You don't want to sit elsewhere do you?" she asked. "No, I'm fine here," he said. "Ok, as long as you're happy," she said. It was safe to say that the final term of the school year was going to be a good one for Michael, though the best times lay after the summer holidays as far as he was concerned. As always, he was glad to get home. Being with girls was one thing, but being a girl amongst girls was so much better. Just for curiosity, Liz had arranged for Michael to see what he would look like in September. It was perfect that Emma's clothes were a near perfect fit. He had been wearing some of her clothes before being bought clothes of his own. "I want you to see what you look like as a schoolgirl," said Liz. "You only need to take off those trousers and swap them for a skirt, I think." Michael had noticed that some of Emma's spare uniform clothes had been put to one side. The uniform did only differ in the lower garments. The polo neck t-shirt and jumper were identical. But for Michael, the difference meant a lot. He was soon swapping his trousers for a skirt. The only other difference was the socks. Girls wore longer socks. His pair of girl shoes completed the look. "Let me put the wig on for you now," said Liz. Emma, still in her uniform, looked at Michael, now every bit a schoolgirl himself. She couldn't help but feel happy for him. "I wish I could go to school like this, tomorrow I mean," he said. "If you did, they'd wonder who you were," said Liz. "But you'll have to wait till September." "Come on sis, uniforms are for school. Lets wear something prettier," said Emma. Liz could only smile as they headed upstairs. "He's a girl alright," she said to herself. John didn't see Michael the schoolgirl that day as a result. He wasn't too disappointed. He knew that September would make the sight a regular one. He had other things on his mind, like booking hotel rooms. "Hello, my name is John Brook. I'd like to book some rooms for August," he said over the phone. "One minute," said the woman on the other end. "Ok, what dates are you after?" "Saturday 9th August to Saturday 16th August," said John. "There will be 6 of us, 2 adults and 4 children, though one will be a baby." "I'll just check for you. We've just put a large reservation to one side for that week," said the woman. John waited for the woman to respond. He had an idea who had placed that large reservation. "Hello?" called the woman. "We do have rooms available. Would you like to book now?" "Yes please," said John. He found the notebook that was kept by the phone and exchanged further details. After ending the call, he decided to make another call. "Hi Anne. Just been in touch with the hotel. We're in," he said. "Oh great!" said Anne. "Oh, that means I can confirm my own booking." "Yes, the woman did mention that a large booking had been reserved," said John. "3 adults and 4 children isn't large, is it?" asked Anne. "Well, it might be," said John. "But we have 4 children too. Well, we will have soon." "Well thanks for telling me. Can I end the call now? I want to get that booking confirmed," said Anne. "Ok, you do that," said John. "Bye." "Bye," said Anne. John put down the phone and went to explain things to Liz. * * * With the hotel sorted, John and Liz could now make financial plans for the next few weeks. It would require a good amount of money raised in the next few weeks, but John was sure it could be done. On Saturday, he went with James to St. James' Park for the stadium tour birthday present. James' birthday was actually on Monday, so the planned party was to be held after school that day. This left Emma and Michael with Liz for the day. Liz was once again in the company of Marian, the midwife. Though she had been through all the prenatal stuff before, Marian was keen to get her practising for the big day. "So, you're due around May 15th," said Marian. "But when do babies abide to schedules?" "I know. All estimates and guesses," said Liz. Emma and Michael were downstairs for once, watching some of Emma's favourite DVDs along with their dolls. Michael was becoming rather fond of watching them, strengthening all belief that he was a girl trapped in a boys body. "It's obvious that you've got two girls there," said Marian. "I suppose you're having her go to school like that?" "In September, hopefully," said Liz. "Got to get round the headmaster first." "What's wrong with him?" asked Marian. "Afraid of what might happen if it became known that a transgendered child was attending his school," said Liz. "But that would only happen if someone leaked it out," said Marian. "Had I not known that one of those girls was really a boy, I would not have guessed." "That is one of the things. Michelle is so convincing," said Liz. "No one would know she was a boy. And that is how we want it to stay." "So, how do you plan on swapping a boy for a girl at school?" asked Marian. "Michael will be "leaving" in July," said Liz. "Michelle will be starting in September." "Ok, but anything else?" "Emma and James will need to come up with a reason why they are still at school and their younger brother is not. They will also have to treat Michelle as just a friend," said Liz. "The things one has to do to keep things secret," sighed Marian. "She does have friends at school who know, and won't tell," said Liz. "She'll need them," said Marian. "Ok, back to junior. I want you to keep practising contractions." "I will," said Liz. "And yes, I'll call if I need you." "Bye then," said Marian. She packed her bag and headed for the door. "Bye," said Liz. She thought about the problem that John had encountered with Mr Connor. It would be possible for Michelle to go to school without being outed. He just needed to know that. When John arrived home later that day, she mentioned it to him. Meanwhile, James was running through the photos on the digital camera, having put it to good use during the stadium tour. "I suppose we can have another talk with him," said John. "But I think we should leave it for a few more weeks." "A stitch in time saves nine," said Liz. "I know, but the term has only just started," said John. "I think we should do it sooner," said Liz. John looked at Michael, still looking naturally at ease in the skirt and t-shirt that he was wearing now. "Hasn't Emma wore that t-shirt?" he asked Liz. "It is hers, but it seems she is willing to share clothes with her sister," smiled Liz. John looked closer at the t-shirt. It was bright pink and had "Hello Kitty" on it. It also read "Daddy's Little Girl" on it. John felt a lump in his throat. "Dad! Can you help me upload these photos onto the computer please!" called James. John snapped out of his reverie and went over to help him. * * * Monday arrived and James was given his cards before going to school, including one that had been sent from Aunt Anne and Helen, and another from Aunts Sally and Carol. But while he was preparing for his first full day as a 10 year old, John was making other arrangements. Whilst at work, John took up Liz's advice and decided to get in touch with Mr Connor. "Mr Connor, it's John Brook here. I'm calling you concerning my son Michael." "Ah, I remember, your son wants to come to school as a girl," replied Mr Connor. "You still wish this to happen?" "I do. And if you're still concerned about it being leaked, it can be avoided," said John. "We have some ideas on how we can do it." "Are you sure?" asked Mr Connor. "Because I'm still not certain that your son won't be recognised." "If you saw him as a girl, you may be inclined to change your mind," said John. "His behaviour is very natural." "What about his privates?" "That is sorted. He wears a set of special pants that make him look like a girl down there," said John. "He doesn't wear them at school for now, but at home he does. He also wears a wig." "Well, that improves things," said Mr Connor. "But we'll still might need to inform some of the staff about him." "I don't think that is avoidable," said John. "The secret does need to be shared. In fact, he does have friends who know. They have sworn to secrecy." "Ok. I'm prepared to help. But it might be better if we discussed this face to face," said Mr Connor. "Fine by me," said John. "When do you wish us to meet?" "This Friday, after school," said Mr Connor. "Would that be ok?" "Sure. But you'll have to give me time to get back from work," said John. "No problem. Just another thing, can you bring your son with you - dressed as a girl," said Mr Connor. "Ok, I'll do that," said John. "I'll see you Friday afternoon then. Bye." "Bye Mr Brook," said Mr Connor. Michael was unaware that his father had been in touch with Mr Connor. Only when John arrived home from work, did the news get passed on. "So, Mr Connor wants to see me dressed as a girl?" he asked John. "Yes, sweetheart," said John. "He is willing to talk things over about you, but it seems he needs to see you as Michelle first." "That's progress," said Liz. "So, have you decided a plan?" "That is to be decided," said John. "He thinks that some of the staff need to be informed, but I'm agreeing there." "But does this mean I can be a girl next year?" asked Michael. "I hope so," said John. "But things are certainly moving in the right direction." "We'll need to get your wig washed before Friday then," said Liz. Judy, the house helper, had taken on the task of washing the wig when Michael was at school. She found it a strange task, as it had to be placed on it's polystyrene head to be washed (under the shower of course). Then it was dried with the hairdryer set on a low heat. Judy was getting used to the fact that one of the boys living at the house was dressing as a girl on a regular basis, much to the point that she forgot that he was a boy a lot of the time now. But the subject was quickly changed. It was James' birthday and there was a party to prepare. "Birthday boy, can you go and take a bath please," said Liz. "What? Now?" he replied. "Yes please. Now," said John. "I'll be up shortly to do your back." "What about us?" asked Emma. "We want you to take a bath too," said John. James was soon finished and went into his parents' room to dry off. He was soon putting on his favourite Newcastle shirt and some clean trousers. As had been the case for a while, Emma and Michael bathed together. Even without his wig and his unwanted parts showing, Emma still saw him as her sister. Judy helped wash them down before helping them into dresses for the party. "I still can't believe they sing happy birthday in class," said James as he looked at his cards again. "You're only 10, and you're no way near too old for it," said John. "So get some earplugs." Because of the party, dinner was overlooked. It was made up for by the food made available for the party. Judy had done some of the food earlier, while John did some last minute preparations. Liz wouldn't be left out and ensured that she had some involvement, as always, from her place on the sofa. The kitchen table was once again decked out in black and white. The only food that followed that colour scheme was the birthday cake. James was very certain that this was his party, until his sisters came down from their bath. The way they were dressed, you'd have thought it was their party instead. "What do you think?" asked Judy. "They look wonderful," said Liz. Emma and Michael were wearing similar dresses with ribbons to match them in their hair. "I've got two very pretty sisters," said James. He was really getting used to seeing Michael as a girl now. The party soon got underway. Liz had been helped into the kitchen to sit round the table with the others. Judy also joined in. She had become part of the family in a way, and was softening to the children. After everyone had had their fill of sausage rolls, crisps, sandwiches and salad, among other foods, the birthday cake was brought out of hiding. After the candles were lit, the kitchen was plunged into darkness as James prepared to blow them out. But he had to endure the song first. Soon, Judy decided to go home. She decided to help clear some of the kitchen up first though. James' party had not been the feast of activities that Emma and Michael had enjoyed with their cousins a few weeks ago, but James was happy with it. And that was all that mattered. * * * There was no doubt that John's meeting with Mr Connor on Friday was on everyone's minds that week. John was certainly hoping that Mr Connor would accept Michael as a girl, as it would save a number of other problems, such as moving Michael to another school. Emma was also hoping that the headmaster would see sense. She was looking forward to seeing Michael wearing a skirt to school. Seeing him the other day wearing one of her skirts had really cheered her. But she was told not to say anything at school about it. Even if the other girls were expecting Michelle to turn up to school in September. But at least there were other subjects to discuss. "My mommy has told my daddy about Michelle and he is ok about her coming to our house," said Jenny during one lesson. Lessons were the only time that Emma got to speak properly with her friends, since she started sitting with Michael during breaks. "I still can't talk my mommy round," said Maddy. "Michelle would love my room." "I know she would," said Emma. "If you can't bring Michelle to your room, take your room to her," suggested Lucy. "I can't carry my room!" said Maddy "You'll just have to bring some of your dolls along with you," said Jenny. Maddy was considering ending all gatherings at her house as a protest at not allowing Michelle to come along. As for the others, the news had been given to their fathers, though in a much edited way. The all important secret about Michelle hadn't been revealed to them, and it was simply explained that Michelle was another friend they had made and was now coming to gatherings, The next meeting was at Jenny's house. Jenny and Amy were very keen to show Michael their room and let him play with their dolls. Emma informed Michael about this at home, where keen prying ears were not a problem. "When we go, take Victoria with you," she told him. "I always take Gemma with me." "I'm really looking forward to it," he replied. The meeting was Wednesday, after school. It did need one new arrangement though, as June was reluctant to take Michelle in her car. This was frowned upon both by John and Liz, and by Sharon, who agreed to take Michael and Emma instead. "Emma, whatever you do, don't let them ask your sister too many questions," said Liz before they left. "Ok, I won't," said Emma. John would agree with her on this. There was always a chance that any of the parents might get too curious about Michael and his gender dysphoria, and start asking him all manner of questions. Sharon was the first to be told, as she came into the house momentarily. Lucy was with her and she went over to greet Michael. "You've got your doll then?" asked Lucy. "Here's Isabelle, but you've met her already." Michael had met all the girl's favourite dolls. It was for this reason partially, that Emma had given him Victoria. He was just glad to be going to other meetings now. It made him feel even more part of the group. Sharon kept her word to Liz and didn't ask any questions. She did compliment Michael on his appearance though. "Remember that I'm taking you home too," she told them as she dropped them off. As Emma and Michael joined Lucy in going into the house, they were met by Jenny and Amy. As expected, they greeted Michael warmest of all. "Daddy, this is our new friend Michelle," said Jenny. "Nice to meet you young lady," said Jenny and Amy's father, who was called Mark. "Come on," said Amy. "I want to show Michelle our room." Before Caroline could even say anything, Michael was being led upstairs. The room was empty for now, as Maddy, Becky and Louise had yet to arrive. The room, was simply a girls room. Posters of princesses, flower patterns on the curtains and Hello Kitty on the bed quilt covers. Amy and Jenny seemed to forget that Lucy and Emma were there, as they concentrated on showing Michael everything. As they thought, he loved their room and all their toys. Soon, the yet to arrive girls arrived. Becky and Louise had arrived on foot, seeing that they lived only doors away. Maddy was feeling sore at her parents' continued snubbing of Michael as Michelle. "She is ok with taking Michael, but not Michelle," she said. "Be quiet. No mentioning Michael please," said Amy. "Sorry," said Maddy. "Glad to see you again Michelle." Becky and Louise also greeted her ahead of the others. The meetings, as Michael would soon learn, were simple fun and games. As the girls all had different toys at their homes, the games would differ from house to house. Amidst the playing, it was agreed that Maddy should bring along a few of her items to the other meetings, especially as all the girls were agreed on boycotting her house as a meeting place. When the afternoon visit was over, Emma and Michael joined Lucy once more for the trip home. "Is Michelle still interested in Ben 10?" asked Lucy. "I am, but playing with dolls is so much more fun," said Michael. "I really am enjoying being a part of this group." "Wait till you see my room," said Lucy. "I've got a nice big dolls house." "As big as the one our cousins have?" he replied. "Almost," said Emma. "But just as nice." "You mean those cousins you visited the other week?" asked Lucy. "That's right," said Emma. "And Michelle really likes playing dolls house too." Lucy just smiled. "You will enjoy visiting my room then." As they arrived at their house, John came to the door. "Come on you two. Your dinner is waiting," he called. "Ok daddy, sorry we're late," said Emma. "No problem," said John. "Enjoyed yourself?" "Yes daddy," said Michael. After taking Gemma and Victoria back upstairs, Michael and Emma came to the kitchen to have dinner. "Daddy, can I have a new sleeping bag please?" asked Michael. "What's wrong with your Ben 10 one?" replied John. "I want a girls sleeping bag," said Michael. John just looked at Liz and smiled. Liz returned the smile understandingly.