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Michelle's Story -Part 16 Emma was certainly supportive of Michael's desire to grow his hair really long, but since he couldn't start until July, the talk of doing it was put to one side. He had also suggested she do it too. Her hair reached just below her shoulders and she couldn't really remember having it any other length, apart from when she grew it out early in her life. Liz had always encouraged her to grow her dark brown hair, which matched her own shade almost entirely. Now she looked forward to encouraging Michael, or more to the point: Michelle, to do the same with his hair. She was aware that Michael didn't really need encouraging, as he was desperate to grow out his medium brown hair anyway. Emma's relationship with Michael had reached new heights since he came out at Christmas. She was shocked mainly by Jessica at first, when her cousin revealed herself to be a boy. But after getting over the shock, she was willing to accept Jessica as a girl, seeing that she hadn't behaved like a boy in the slightest. It was the first she had heard, of boys who wanted to be girls. She then discovered that her brother was one of them too. She had always been fond of him, but had never seen him as being a girl. After his admission, and that he had been misled by Billy, Emma had discovered a new side to him, one that enjoyed the wearing of girls clothes. With his fears banished, Michael had become her new sister, the sister she had always wanted, and he was more than willing to fill that role. In the 4 months since then, Emma saw Michael only as Michelle. Michael was Michelle in boys clothing, and Michelle was getting tired of it. She was looking forward to July just as much as Michael was. As always, Michael and Emma were playing in their room (Michael had officially moved in, but was still awaiting a bed). The subject had been long hair for the past few days since Michael had received a phone call from Jessica. "I know you want me to grow my hair longer too," said Emma. "Which I'm willing to do, but I want you to catch up with me first." "But I've got to wait till July before I can start growing my hair more," said Michael. "I know sis, but I'm not letting my hair get any longer until yours is the same length," said Emma. "Not like our cousins." "What do you mean?" asked Michael. "Our cousins are doing this too, but Sandra has longer hair than Jessica," said Emma. "It isn't fair on Jessica. Sandra's hair will reach her waist long before Jessica's." "But Jessica's hair is really nice," said Michael. "It is. Her hair is growing curly by itself. Sandra has to have her hair curled with a machine," said Emma. Emma had decided not to mention the plan to have really long hair to their friends. She guessed that they might want to join in, and not be as patient to begin as she was. Elsewhere in the house, with James' birthday out of the way now, all attention was on the imminent new arrival. The cot that had been used for all the children was no longer in their possession. It meant that John had to go and buy a new one when he had the chance. With the sex of the baby being kept unknown till the day of the birth, all preparations had to be gender neutral. Liz had been going through a list of names, both male and female, with John. "I really hope it is a boy, for James' sake," said Liz one night, as she lay in bed. "Even Emma hopes so too, as she now has the sister she has always wanted." "It has been hard on James," agreed John. "His only brother becoming his sister. I'm so glad he has accepted her." "I suppose it answers why Michael has been insecure for so long," said Liz. "He wanted to be a girl. Ever since he got the chance, he has grown more confident." "I know I've asked before, but you are going to be ok for the home stretch?" asked John. "I will be," said Liz. "April is almost over and that means I've only got a few weeks to go." "Lets hope the baby chooses a good time to appear," said John. "The baby will come when it is ready," said Liz. "I need some sleep now please. Goodnight." "Goodnight love," said John, giving her a kiss. * * * There wasn't any doubt that Liz was eager to finish her pregnancy. Being practically a prisoner in your own home was no fun. She longed to go out and go shopping, have her hair done, get a manicure, among other things. Of course, she would be spending a good deal of time looking after a baby, but at least she would be able to walk around the house without a huge weight on her tummy and strain on her back. Being pregnant was no walk in the park, but having done it 3 times already, she knew that the result was worth every minute of the 9 months it took. At least for now, she had Judy for company. Weekdays would have been boring otherwise, with the children at school and John at work. Judy would often take breaks from the housework and sit and chat with Liz over a cup of tea or coffee. Liz had also persuaded her to bring her jars of jam along. Judy had heard about peculiar cravings that pregnant women developed, including ones for inedible objects. She still found Liz's craving for jam unusual, not at least because Liz shovelled heaped spoonfuls into her mouth. Any flavour would do, though Liz had become fond of blackberry and raspberry especially. "I suppose these cravings will stop once the baby is born?" she asked Liz. "Likely," said Liz. "I've had a different craving for each of my 3 children. It was salt and vinegar crisps for James, even though I'd never liked them before. Then it was marshmallows for Emma and Jellybabies for Michael." "Sweets for the girls then?" said Judy. "But Michael is a...," started Liz, then she remembered. "I hope not. I'm hoping for another boy." "Forget I said it," said Judy. "I have noticed you've got an adrenaline kit in the kitchen." "It's for James," said Liz. "It's precautionary: he's allergic to nuts." "So, you have to keep nuts out of the house?" asked Judy. "Yes. We all have to avoid them, just for his sake," said Liz. "All foods have to be checked, and it doesn't get easy with health experts insisting that nuts must be included in a persons diet." "Those experts don't know what they're talking about half the time," said Judy. "One week they tell you that chocolate is good for you and the next, they're telling you to avoid it." "Well, the school knows about him, and they have medication on hand if he needs it," said Liz. Liz touched upon numerous topics with Judy, but kept some subjects well away. Among them were the subjects of Sally and Jessica. Though they had been mentioned, the fact that they were transgendered was not. Another subject that Liz avoided was her parents. They had died in a car accident when she was young. She was with her grandparents when it had happened. They looked after her from then on, and they had died only a few years ago. She remembered her parents fondly, and missed them dearly. She had explained how she and John had met up at college, and how they had become serious quite quickly. They married when they were 21. She was fairly reluctant at first to leave the Midlands for Newcastle 2 years later, especially as she was pregnant with James, but John had found his dream job, one he couldn't turn it down. She had settled down since, but visits to her native Midlands were always welcome. Judy had also become aware that the subject of Michelle was also one to avoid. Even though she was now aware that Michael was moving towards a new life as Michelle, she came to respect why Liz and John wished the subject to be kept quiet. One of the reasons for keeping it quiet was Maddy's parents. June was the only one of the two, who knew about Michael/Michelle. Though she had agreed not to tell anyone, she still refused to believe the notion that a person could believe themselves to be the wrong gender. Her daughter Maddy believed otherwise. For her, Michelle was a girl, and she was certainly at odds with her mother on the subject. Maddy's birthday was still a good way off - it was in November. She had always had her friends come round for the party, and this year would be no different. She would want all her friends at her party, including Michelle. But for now, her problem was having her friends come round to her house. June was soon aware that these visits had stopped, and why. "Until you realise that Michelle is a girl, I'm telling my friends not to come here," said Maddy defiantly. "I'm not having a boy in drag come into this house!" said June. "What if your father finds out? He won't be as nice about it as I am." "Michelle is a girl," said Maddy. "She likes dolls, long hair and dresses. She is a girl." "She has a willy too!" said June. "So, she's a girl with a willy," said Maddy. She stormed upstairs to her room. "Madeline!" cried June, but she got no response. June sat down in the living room and awaited her husband to return from work. It was too clear that Maddy was not going to see things her way. Her husband would be far less tolerant, if he found out, and she at least wasn't going to tell him. But Maddy's parents were the only ones who seemed destined to keep Michelle out of their house. The other parents were not barring her from their homes, even if it was just the mothers who knew the truth. * * * As April approached its close, Emma and Michael were the hosts for the next get together. With John at home too, there was a chance for him to help fill the girls in on the plans for September. "So, if anyone has forgotten, Michelle is to be our cousin at school," said Amy. "And also, it's my birthday next month, so you're all invited." "I hope so," said Jenny. "You're my sister, so you'll be there anyway!" said Amy. "Oh, and Michelle, our mommy has had an idea about you," said Jenny. "She'll explain it when she comes to pick us up." Michael was eager to know what it was. But for now, he was being begged to giggle. Emma had explained how he had a wonderful giggle during the last get together and now they were just keen to hear it. For them, it was further proof that Michael was a girl. If that wasn't all, he and Emma were once again called to wear their princess dresses. Amy and Jenny had seen them already, but welcomed another opportunity. "I really would like a dress like that," said Lucy. "Same here," said Becky. "You both look very pretty." "They can come to my party in them," smiled Amy. "I'll just have to ask my mommy to get me a dress like that." The thought of wearing these dresses to another party certainly appealed to Michael and Emma. "I'm wearing this at my own party in November," said Michael. "It will be my best birthday ever." "Can we come?" asked Lucy. "Of course you can," said Michael. "I've invited my cousins too." Emma, on cue, found the photo of them at the party in Walsall. She pointed out the 3 girls on it. "I presume they know about you?" asked Becky. "They know," said Michael happily. He didn't mention that one of them was a boy too. "They'll be at my party too, hopefully," said Emma. "So, what present do you want for your birthday?" asked Louise. "Longer hair," said Michael. "Very pretty long hair." "I thought it would be to lose your willy?" said Jenny. "I will lose it one day," said Michael. "Then I really will be a girl." The girls all smiled at that statement. Judy came up during the day with drinks for them all. The other girls had been told a while ago about Judy, so didn't ask who she was. Soon, it was time for them to leave, and again, they pledged loyalty to Michael. Maddy especially. "My mommy doesn't want to believe you, but I do," she told him. "You are a girl like the rest of us." "Thank you," said Michael, hugging her. Jenny and Amy sat downstairs however, as their mom Caroline had something to discuss, just as they had told Michael and Emma. Caroline came in and sat down. She smiled at Michael, who was still wearing his princess dress. John and Liz sat and awaited what she wanted to say. "I hope it isn't too late, but I've been thinking it through concerning having Michelle pretend to be my niece," said Caroline. "I was wondering if she could use another surname." "Well, we have agreed to use the name Rivers," said John. "I knew that," said Caroline. "But I meant another name. It's just that it might help if you used a name that is in our family." "Such as?" asked Liz. "I was going to suggest Clark," said Caroline. "Well, I suppose so," said John. "We haven't made solid plans yet. The change won't happen until July." "Oh, that's good," said Caroline. "So, you will consider that name?" "It does sound better than Rivers," said Liz. "But what if your Clark family relations find out that they suddenly have another girl?" "They won't," said Caroline. "They live miles away and we hardly talk. That is exactly why I chose that name." "I'll inform the head of the change," said John. "I just hope that no one notices you dropping your "niece" here after school." "As long as they see me picking her up after school, that is all that matters," said Caroline. "I doubt anyone would follow me." "Ok," said Liz. "Oh, and mommy. Can Michelle come to my party?" asked Amy. "Of course she can," said Caroline. "She can wear that dress if she likes." "Can you get us dresses like that, mommy?" asked Jenny. "We'll see," said Caroline. "Now, lets go home and do your dinner." Amy and Jenny said goodbye to Emma and Michael with hugs each, before following their mom out of the front door. "I suppose I'll have to give Mr Connor a phone call," said John. "But come to think, Clark is a better name." "Why?" asked Emma. "Perhaps because Rivers and Brook have something in common," said Liz. "How?" asked Michael. "A brook is a small stream or river," said Liz. "Oh," said Emma. "I suppose someone could have made the connection, but it would be unlikely," said John. "But Clark is not a river of any kind." "So, you'll be Michelle Clark," said Emma. "But you'll always be my sister." Michael just smiled. * * * The swimming lessons that Michael was to get sometime during his second year, were something he had been looking forward too. But the need for a swimming cap to hide the fact that he, or she, would be wearing a wig at school, became an absolute necessity. It came about after school the following week. By then, John had been in touch with Mr Connor and told him about the change in false name for Michael. That had worked out fine. But before John had arrived back from work that afternoon, Michael asked his mom one simple question. "Can you measure my hair for me?" he asked her. "Ok, but why?" asked Liz. "I want to know how much longer my wig is, and how long it will be before my hair is as long as it." "Ok. I'll do your hair before you put your wig on," she said. With that in mind, Michael went upstairs first to change into some of Michelle's clothes. By the time he was back, Liz had got a ruler in hand, having borrowed it from James. "I take it you've been talking about hair again at school?" asked Liz. "Now turn around so your back is facing me." "Yes mommy," said Michael. "I just want my hair to grow quickly." "Your sister and I want that too, but hair grows at a certain speed," said Liz. "You can't make it grow faster." Michael's hair, long for a boy, came just short of his shoulders. It wouldn't take much growth for it to touch them. Liz simply measured the gap between his hair and shoulders. "Quarter of an inch," she said at last. "I might have to take the wig off for a short while." Michael was wondering what she meant. But soon, the pleasant feeling of artificial hair across his shoulders was back again. Liz gave it a quick brush before calling Emma over. "Emma. Can you just place your finger here, and keep it there," she told Emma. Emma placed her one finger where the wig ended, just at the base of Michael's shoulders. "Sorry about this Michelle, but I'll put it back on in a few minutes," said Liz, as she removed the wig. With the hair net removed, his own hair was once again brushing the back of his neck. "Ok, keep that finger still Emma. It looks like 5 inches," she said. Michael turned to see how long 5 inches was. "That's how long my hair needs to grow?" he asked. "Yes, to reach the length of the wig," said Liz. "But you want to grow it longer?" "Yes I do," said Michael. "But how long will it take?" "I'm not sure," said Liz. She had picked up the hair net and was putting it on his head again, followed by the wig. "Isn't there a way to find out?" asked Emma. "James!" called Liz. James had gone upstairs "Yes mom?" he replied as he reentered the living room. "Just a favour. Go and see if you can find out how fast hair grows," she asked him. "Where?" he asked. "On the internet, silly," she said. "Use Google or something like that." James was soon on the computer and searching for information on hair growth. He did find a site. "It varies," he said. "Roughly 12 - 13 millimetres per month." "What's that in inches?" she asked him. "Look on the ruler I gave you," he replied. "Though it does say half an inch." Liz looked on the ruler which had metric measurements along one side and old imperial along the other. "Per month?" she said. "Yes," said James. Liz had done the maths in an instance. It would take around 10 months for Michael's hair to reach the base of his shoulders. If he started growing his hair as from his last barber visit in June, it would be April next year at least before he could give up the wig. Michael looked at her, awaiting the answer. Liz knew that the answer was not going to please him, but she told him anyway. "Michelle, if that is how much hair grows in a month, it will take around 10 months or so for your own hair to be as long as your wig," she said, trying to be as sympathetic as possible. "So when will that be?" he asked, now sounding concerned. "April next year," she said. "That long?!" he said. "Can't it grow any quicker?" Liz shook her head. "Don't worry sis, it will be worth the wait," said Emma, putting an arm around him. "Now I can see why Jessica got impatient too," said Liz. "She had to wait for it to reach her shoulders first." "Come on sis. Lets see Gemma and Victoria," said Emma. "They miss us when we're at school." "Go along with your sister," smiled Liz. "Don't worry about your hair for now." Michael did go with Emma and left James and Liz downstairs. James, now having completed the assigned task, went back to looking at websites that appealed to him. * * * When John came back, Liz mentioned the hair problem to him. "If only he didn't have a target length," he said. "A good job he has the wig." "I suppose it would be a bad idea to cut her hair in July, as it would mean an even longer wait for it to grow out again," sighed Liz. "I feel sorry for her, I really do. Girls take pride in their hair, and Michelle is no different." "What about extensions?" asked John. "Forget them," said Liz. "They take ages to put in, and they have to be changed so often. The wig is still best." "Oh well, I suppose July can't come soon enough for him," said John. "Her," said Liz. "Sorry, but I can only see our son as Michelle now." "I know what you mean," said John. "It's only been 4 months, but Michelle has become part of the family already." Upstairs, Emma was doing her best to cheer up Michael. "Cheer up sis. When July comes, you can just let your hair grow," she told him. "But next year?" he sighed. "It will be below your shoulders by the end of the year, I think," she said. "And that will be nice!" Michael just smiled. "And I promise, that the length my hair is now," said Emma. "I will not let it get any longer till your own hair is the same length, however long it takes." "Thank you sis," said Michael hugging her. April was drawing to a close, and May, and the baby's arrival drew nearer. Marian, the midwife, was making more visits to see Liz, with the day being so close now. Though the baby was due halfway through the month, there was always the chance it could arrive early or late. But Liz was already aware of the one tell tale sign that the birth was imminent. "The baby at this moment is upright," she told Emma and Michael. "So the head is up here, and the legs are down here." "So, what are you saying?" asked Michael. "When the baby is ready to come out, he or she will reposition themselves so that they are upside-down," said Liz. "Babies do come out head first normally. Sometimes they don't, and that isn't good." "So, do you feel it?" asked Emma. "Of course I do," said Liz. "The baby is always moving, trying to get comfortable. But when they turn around, I will really feel it." John had already been round to the baby store and purchased a new cot. It now stood in the corner of his and Liz's bedroom. Though he feared being awoken by crying every night because of this, having the baby close would have it's advantages. At school, Emma had told her friends about Michael and his hair. "Pity its going to take so long," said Lucy. "She looks really nice with long hair, even if it is a wig." "So, about the swimming cap?" asked Amy. "I suppose Becky and I will need to help her with it?" "When we get her one," said Emma. "Which won't be for a while, as the baby will be born soon." "I for one can't wait till next year," said Becky. "Not nice having a friend in class you can't really talk to." There was also plenty of talk concerning Amy's birthday party. Having seen Emma and Michael's dresses, the other girls wanted dresses too. Their parents had mixed views, with some not keen on spending money on "one event" clothes. With all focus on the baby's arrival, John was keen to remain at home when possible. At least Judy was there most of the day, and Liz had got the phone beside her, in case she needed to call Marian. But the baby had not yet turned, and so Liz wasn't panicking just yet. She was still careful how she moved, if necessary. So far, her only reason for getting up was to use the commode that was just a few steps away from the sofa, and Judy was always ready to give her a helping hand. News from elsewhere had been coming in. Anne had recently called to explain that the civil ceremonies in August had been arranged, plus the fact that she and Julia had finally sold their cars in part exchange for one bigger car. "Yes, we've now got a 7 seater, dark blue, 1.5 litre engine," she told John. "With Julia able to drive too, we may decide to pay a visit at some point." "The girls would be happy about that," said John. "Talking of which, we've just learnt it will take nearly a year for Michael's hair to be on level terms with his wig." "It took more than half a year for Jessica's hair to reach her shoulders, but her hair was short to begin with. Her hair is really nice now," said Anne. "But she had to be really patient to reach that length. Michelle will have to do the same." "I know she will," said John. "Of course, your Jessica has persuaded her to grow her hair longer." "Oh no," said Anne, in mock disappointment. "Sorry about that. Obviously when Jessica was on the phone to her the other night." "Oh, we don't mind her or Emma doing it," said John. "But Emma is going to wait for Michelle's hair to reach the same length as hers first." "Jessica would certainly want her as a sister then," said Anne. "Sandra already is close to having waist length hair while Jessica's hair now comes just below her shoulders." "So, they're having a race of sorts?" asked John. "Kinda, but Sandra and Kelly had head starts on Jessica. Their friend Rachel is the only other who is behind. Her hair was also short at the start. It's now longer than Jessica's due to it being straight," said Anne. "Well, don't expect our girls to be joining the contest until next year," said John. "Oh, before I forget. When you come down for the weddings, can arrive a couple of days in advance?" asked Anne. "We need to get the girls fitted into their dresses." "Have you decided on them already?" asked John. "No, not yet. But they'll need to be fitted," said Anne. "I think we can arrange it," said John. "But for now, we're just awaiting the arrival, with just under a fortnight till the due date." "I wish Liz all the best. Let us know when it arrives," said Anne. "We will," said John. "Bye for now." "Bye," said Anne. * * * Michael was certainly coping at school, even if he couldn't speak to his friends. Amy and Becky felt the same way too. Even though they now exchanged a few words with him in class, they still had to make it appear that they were not close friends. The only time that Michael really spoke to anyone, was during breaks, when he sat on a bench with Emma. They had started sitting closer too, as everyone was becoming aware that they were brother and sister. "Don't worry about your hair, bro," said Emma. "It will grow longer." "I know," said Michael. "It's just a long time." "Just look forward to July. You'll be a girl then," said Emma. She looked round as she said that, hoping that nobody heard her. "I'm a girl now," he whispered back. Emma just smiled. "I know you are." They also sat together at dinner time, if possible. Amy and the others always sat nearby, but in a way that Michael didn't appear part of the group. It was over dinner that day, that Amy and Jenny brought up a subject that certainly involved him. He just didn't know that the talk had been planned and rehearsed. As a result, he nearly messed it up. "Now that my sister is here," said Jenny. "I just want to tell you all that we'll be having a cousin live with us as from August." "Boy cousin or girl cousin?" asked Maddy. "Girl cousin," said Jenny. "Her name is Michelle and she is staying with us because her mommy is not well enough to look after her." "Oh," said Emma. "Will she be coming to this school?" "She will be, as her old school will be too far away," said Amy. Michael knew that they were talking about him, but couldn't understand why they appeared not to show it. "What is she like?" asked Lucy. "She has long medium brown hair," said Jenny. "That is what my mommy has told me." "You've never seen her?" asked Emma. "No," said Jenny. "But we can't wait to see her." "But you have seen her," said Michael. "Shut up!" said Emma. "This is a girls talk!" Michael felt hurt. His sister had never scolded him like that before. He concentrated on eating his dinner and left before they did. Emma looked at him and felt guilty. She caught up with him in the playground. "I'm sorry, but we had to talk like that," she said. "We had to make it appear that we don't know Michelle." "Why didn't you tell me?" he said. "If we had told you then, we could have ruined the plan," said Emma. "No one here must know that you and Michelle are the same person." Michael felt foolish. He should have realised that their talk was pretend. He was still wondering about why he was "leaving" in July. Emma talked to him more at home. "Of course we know you are Michelle," she said. "But if we are to talk about her at school, we have to talk about her as though we've never met her." Michael sat and listened. He was cradling Victoria in his arms. "Jenny told me in class that her mommy told her to say those things. You are meant to be her cousin, and you should really be living with them," continued Emma. "But I'm living here," said Michael. "Of course you are," said Emma. "But to protect you, we need people at school to believe that you live with Amy and Jenny. They might ask questions and you need to give them answers." "What answers?" asked Michael. "Jenny's mommy will give you those answers," said Emma. "Next time we go to their house." The next get together at Amy and Jenny's house was still a week away. The next get together was at Becky and Louise's house, which was the first ever. * * * Emma had also told John and Liz about what was going on. They knew that this was merely a cover for Michael. He would need to know a bit about Amy and Jenny's family, in case anyone asked. Rather than wait for the next girls get together at Amy and Jenny's house, John called Caroline and invited her over. She readily agreed. She came over after school on the Friday, straight after picking up Amy and Jenny. "Where's your sister?" asked Jenny to Emma. Emma and her brothers had just returned home themselves, after June had dropped them off. "She's upstairs," said Emma. "You know she hates trousers, boys ones especially." Amy and Jenny sat on the sofa next to their mom and waited for Michael to return. When he did, they noticed he was missing something. "You've had your hair cut, Michelle?" asked Amy with a smile. "Ha ha, very funny," said Michael. "It's gonna take ages to grow long like yours." He sat over by Liz who had got the hairnet and wig ready. He had of course changed into something more effeminate: a pink t-shirt and some pale blue shorts. "No skirt today?" asked Caroline. "I do like shorts," he replied. They had come from the girls section of the clothes store. "Now watch this girls," said Liz, as she helped Michael with his hairnet and wig. "You may need to help her next year with this, especially when you go swimming." After a quick brushing of the wig, Michael was ready. "Well, as our daughters have been discussing at school," began Caroline. "It would be wise if Michelle knew a bit about our family." "Yes, we understand that," said Liz. "But I hope this doesn't mean Michelle having to spend time at your house?" "Oh, we're not expecting her to move in," said Caroline. "Oh no. We just want her to know a bit about us." "So, lets here the plan in full then," said Liz. "Ok, well, the story will be that my eldest sister has a daughter whom she is no longer able to look after," said Caroline. "She doesn't really, but as she lives miles away, nobody is going to find out. Anyway, this daughter of hers: Michelle, is going to live with us and start the local school in September." "Does your sister visit?" asked Liz. "No," said Caroline. "We were never close and it's still like that. She did marry, but her husband died a few years ago." "Any other relations?" asked Liz. She wanted to make sure there were no flaws in the plan. "None," said Caroline. "Unless you count my husband's family. They won't know, and they won't see Michelle with us." "You said your husband was a doctor?" asked Liz. "He's an orthopaedist," said Caroline. "Bones and joints." "Oh, I see," said Liz. "But his family don't know anything about your sister as such?" "No," said Caroline. "She's my only living relative, and we hardly speak. She won't be getting wind of a boy masquerading as her daughter." "So, what does our Michelle need to know?" asked Liz. "Seeing that she won't be too aware of us, we just need to tell her about us, our birthdays, etc." "But that doesn't need to be done just yet?" asked Liz. "No, but I'm guessing she already knows about Amy's birthday?" asked Caroline. "Of course she does mommy," said Amy. "I've already invited her." "And mine is in July," said Jenny. "Before the holiday." "My birthday is in November," said Michael. "So is Maddy's," said Jenny. "Two parties in one!" "But wait, June has a problem with Michelle," said Liz. "But of course," said Caroline. "Just because she knows." "Yes," said Liz. "If she didn't know that Michelle was a boy, she wouldn't have a problem." "And Maddy hates her for it," said Emma. "She has told us that Michelle is invited to her party, but her mommy will refuse." Jenny nodded in agreement. "I think we need to talk to her," said Caroline. "Michelle is not going to be outed in front of her, unless she does it herself." "I'm not sure if you're waiting for my husband to arrive, but you're welcome to stay a while," said Liz. "Thanks, I think I will," said Caroline. "Mark doesn't finish work until late. He works on the wards as well as having a surgery." With the news that Amy and Jenny would be staying for a while, Emma and Michael took them upstairs to their room. * * * "We're sorry we had to talk about at school in the way we did," said Jenny. "But if we are to keep your secret safe, we have to." "It's ok," said Michael. "I understand now." "And we hope your hair grows quicker than told," said Amy. "Yes," said Jenny. "We want to tie your own hair in ponytails, not your wig." "But can you help me with my wig?" asked Michael. "Of course I will," said Amy. "Do you want me to try now?" Michael nodded and carefully removed the wig. He decided to keep the hairnet on for now. Amy took the wig and went to put it back on his head as best as she could, remembering how she had not long ago seen Liz do it. Having put it back on, Michael went over to the mirror and checked it. He straightened it slightly, which got Amy worried. "So, I got it a little wrong," she said. "You did ok," said Michael. "You just need to practice," said Emma. Amy and Jenny watched as Michael started brushing the wig. He was a natural, but only after practice and watching Emma do her own hair. "No one would ever guess you were a boy," said Amy. "You act too much like a girl." "Mommy said that there are other boys who are like you, but you don't see any," said Jenny. "Perhaps they're like Michelle and look and act like girls," said Amy. "Of course there are others like me," said Michael. "But they must be very girly too." "Do you know any others?" asked Jenny. "We won't tell." Michael looked at Emma. She was thinking the same thing. She then turned to Amy and Jenny. "We do know another," said Emma. "You have seen a photo with her in too." "We have?!" said Jenny. "Well, do tell." Emma found the birthday party photo and gave it to them. Jenny and Amy looked at the numerous princesses in it but aside from Michael and Emma, whom they knew, they couldn't tell which of the other girls in the photo was really a boy. "We give up. Who is it?" asked Amy. "This one," said Emma, pointing to Jessica. "The one with the dark brown curly hair." Jenny and Amy were amazed. "She doesn't look like a boy at all," said Amy. "What's her name?" "Jessica," said Emma. "That is her name too. She lives as a girl, and that is her hair." "She's our cousin," said Michael. "I hope she'll be coming to our birthday parties." "She's very pretty," said Jenny. "How old is she?" "She's 7," said Emma. "And thanks to her, I have a sister to play with." Michael smiled. It resulted in Emma and Michael retelling their visit to their cousins over Christmas. They had told the story before, but had omitted the details concerning Jessica. "She helped convince me that I could be a girl," said Michael. "And now, I'm becoming a girl." "And you are a girl," said Amy. "Emma. You and I are lucky to have baby sisters to play with," smiled Jenny. "I'm not a baby," said Amy. "Nah, she's your twin," smiled Emma. "Don't go there again," said Jenny. "But we still get people think we are." "Oh, there goes the front door," said Michael. "Daddy must be home." John had indeed arrived, and was soon being brought up to speed with Caroline's plan. Despite this, the girls were not disturbed until it was time for Amy and Jenny to say goodbye. They didn't tell Caroline about Jessica, but they did ask her one thing. "If Michelle is going to be our cousin, does that mean Emma will be our cousin too?" asked Jenny. "It's only pretend," said Caroline. "I don't mind," said Emma. "Ok, but not at school. Ok?" said Caroline. Amy and Jenny just smiled. After goodbye hugs, Caroline and her daughters made their way home. John then looked at Michael and smiled. "I'm sure you realise that Caroline is doing you a wonderful favour. I hope you've said thank you to her," he said. "Not yet, but I will," replied Michael. "And something else. I know you still miss Robert, but when you start school in September, you must put it to one side," said John. "Michelle didn't know Robert, or I should say: Robert never met Michelle." "Ok daddy," said Michael. "Don't worry sis," said Emma. "You'll be too busy being with the other girls." Michael smiled, realising she was probably right.