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Michelle's Story - Part 19 Emma looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. Her long brown hair now had more volume thanks to some layered curls. She looked over at her mom and smiled. Liz, who had gone for the same style, smiled back. "Sis is going to love my new look," said Emma. "I love it too!" "Michelle might be jealous of you too," said Liz, as she got out of the chair and followed Claire to the till. "You certainly look like mother and daughter now," smiled Claire. "So, what is your other daughter like?" "If you're referring to her hair, it is near shoulder length but in a boyish style. Her hair is short at the front and her ears are totally visible," said Liz. "It's a style that is seen in American boys of similar age." "Oh, I know," said Claire. "So, you're basically waiting for the hair at the front to get long first?" "Yes," said Liz. "But her hair will look out of sorts unless you go major trim at the back," said Claire. "For now, she wears a wig that passes her shoulders," said Liz. "She'll be wearing it until her hair is the same length. Now, we would prefer it if she didn't have to rely on the wig for too long." "Ok. Bring her in when you're ready and I'll see what I can do," said Claire. As Liz and Emma left the hairdressers and headed back to the car, they discussed Michael's possible reactions. "She is going to be awful jealous of you," said Liz. "She'll want her hair like that, but she won't be able to until his hair is long enough." "I hope she wants her hair like this mommy," said Emma. "She'll look pretty too." "Well, let's go and pick her up," said Liz. Michael had been enjoying himself with Amy and Jenny. He was hoping that Emma's new hairstyle wasn't too pretty. Amy and Jenny sensed this and told him not to worry. "Your hair will be as long your sisters and as long as ours soon enough," said Amy. "Then you can have it made as pretty as ours." "And your hair will look pretty," said Jenny. "But we can make your wig look pretty," said Amy. She got a few hair clips and a hair brush and started work on Michael's wig. "Your wig is nice, but it just doesn't feel like hair, though it looks like hair," said Jenny. "Sis has said the same thing," said Michael. "That's why I can't wait for my own hair to be really long." After trying various things, they gave up and brushed the wig out. It just so happened that the doorbell rang at that moment. "That will be your mommy and Emma," said Amy. "I wonder how nice they look?" They all headed downstairs and met Caroline by the front door. It was Liz and Emma as they thought. "Well Liz, you and Emma look really nice!" said Caroline. "What do you think sis?" asked Emma. "Very pretty," said Michael, though it was clear he was envious. "You do look very nice," said Amy. She and Jenny went and felt Emma's hair. "We've been telling Michelle that her hair will be really nice when its long," said Jenny. "We've been styling it for her too." "So, you've been having your hair styled too?" asked Liz. "And I thought your hair wasn't long enough?" Michael could tell that she wasn't taking the mickey. He smiled and then turned to say goodbye to Amy and Jenny. "Thanks for having her," said Liz. "No problem," smiled Caroline. "Always a pleasure." As they got in the car, Michael couldn't keep his eyes off Emma. Her hair did look really nice. He imagined his own hair in the same style. "You would like your hair like this, wouldn't you?" asked Emma, seeming to read his mind. "Yes, I would," he said in a low voice. "Michelle, we understand how you feel," said Liz. "It seems like nothing is happening, but it is. We want to see you happy, and we will help you in whatever way we can." Upon arriving home, John decided to be a bit of a tease. "Hi love. What do you think of the new hair?" asked Liz. "Who are you? You look like my Liz, but there is something different about you," said John. "Oh cut the jokes," she smiled. "What do you think?" "As beautiful as the day I married you," said John. He gave her a kiss which she gladly returned. He then turned to Emma, who seemed determined to remain Liz's younger clone. "Well, we have a really beautiful young girl here," he said to her. "Thank you daddy," said Emma, giving him a hug. Michael felt bad at this. He was jealous again. "John, don't forget our other princess," said Liz, who had seen Michael's expression. "Come here then Michelle," said John, offering his free arm. Soon both were in his embrace. Later that day after dinner, John got his camera out. With Liz looking better after her date with the hairdressers, it was time to do some overdue photos of the new arrival. First, John took pictures of just Liz and Andrew. But then he invited the children to sit round her and get themselves into the next few photos. "Brilliant," he said. "Ok, just need to send them to Helen and Sally." * * * Though Michael was stilling feeling bad about Emma's new hairstyle, Liz reminded him about the next day. "Sweetheart, we are going shopping tomorrow, and I'll make it up to you by getting you some more clothes," she told him. It was these shopping outtings with Liz that he missed. Liz had missed them too. That night, as he prepared to go to bed, he looked at Emma. She always brushed her hair before going to bed, as Liz had instructed her. Michael was picking up this habit and brushed his own hair too. "Your hair is really nice sis," he told her again. "So is yours," she said. "Oh, that reminds me." She knelt by her bed and put her hands together. "Dear Jesus, please help my sister Michelle by making her hair grow quicker. She is the best sister I could have asked for, and I really love her. Thank you for answering my last prayer. Amen." "What was your last prayer?" asked Michael. "You, silly," she smiled. "I prayed for a sister, and I got you." She hugged him before letting him get into his sleeping bag. They then awaited Liz to come and turn the light off for them. She did, but kissed them each on the forehead first. "Goodnight you two," she smiled. "Goodnight mommy," came two voices out of the dark. The following day, everyone got prepared to go out. The football season had finished so James and John were going to spend some time looking at shops too. Liz had got the pram prepared, with a couple of spare nappies and a milk bottle for Andrew. The pram was useful in that the chassis came away, allowing for easier storage in the car. But for the car journey, Andrew was going to be in Liz's arms. Upon arriving in the city centre, John helped get the pram out and set it up for Liz. John would be accompanying James as they looked at some shops that interested them. So, it was Liz with pram, and Emma and Michael, that went about looking at shops that suited the fairer sex. As they did, Liz remembered that Michael was going to need some specific clothing for his first girl year at school: swimming clothes. "I wonder if that department store has any swimming costumes?" she said to Michael. "Which store?" he replied. "That one where the assistant helped us. She knows about you," said Liz. "They had some nice clothes there," said Emma. "Lets go there, please!" "We'll go there," smiled Liz. They made their way to the store and found the girls section of the childrens clothes department. Liz was on the lookout for the assistant who had helped last time. She noticed her at last, but she was seeing to another customer. She browsed the clothes while she waited. Eventually, the assistant had finished with the customer. Liz looked towards her and got her attention. It appeared the assistant recognised her. "Hi again. Haven't seen you for a while," she said. "Oh, you've had the baby!" Liz happily turned the pram so that the assistant (called Claire) could take a look at Andrew. "Just over a week old," said Liz. "His name is Andrew." "I thought at that age, he would have been in hospital still?" said Claire. "Home birth," said Liz. "He's healthy. Spending all day sleeping and eating, and occasionally filling his nappies." "Well, he's taking a nap now," said Claire. "So, is your one son still living as a girl?" "Ask her yourself," said Liz. "Emma, Michelle." The girls came over, having been looking at dresses. "Well, he has certainly fell in love with his feminine side," said Claire. "Grown his hair too." "It's a wig," whispered Liz. "Oh, sorry," said Claire. "He, I mean she, still looks very pretty." "Well, to business," said Liz. "I'm looking for a swimming costume for her. We need a swimming cap too." "Swimming costumes? Ok, we have them over here," said Claire. "It's just that she'll be going swimming at school next year," said Liz. "She'll be going as a girl? She must be serious," replied Claire. "Ok, here we are." There were a good selection of bathing suits for girls, plus goggles and swimming caps. "I'm just concerned about her nether regions," said Claire in a whisper. "These costumes are tight in the groin area." "Oh that," said Liz. "That problem is sorted." Claire looked puzzled. "She is wearing something called a gaff. It is a tight pair of panties that conceal her parts as well as giving her the appearance of a girl," said Liz. Emma and Michael were now looking at the swimming costumes. Some were all in one, while some were in two parts, like a bikini. Emma had already got one, but it was only now getting extra use due to her swimming lessons "Now, we need a swimming cap to hide the fact that she is wearing a wig," said Liz. "She'll be wearing this wig until her own hair has reached a similar length." "Ok," said Claire. "I'll leave you to choose a costume then. You know where the fitting rooms are. Call me if you need me." "Ok Michelle, go ahead and choose a costume that you like," said Liz. Emma helped him, though he didn't need it. He was drawn to the costumes with bright patterns and cartoon characters. He soon decided upon a magenta costume with a floral pattern. There was also a swimming cap with a similar design. "Ok, lets see how you look in it," said Liz. She took Michael to the fitting room, with Emma following them. * * * Inside the fitting room, Liz helped Michael off with his clothes, until the only things he was wearing were his wig, hairnet and gaff. There wasn't much room to move with the pram inside too, but they coped. "I'm sure your Aunt Sally said it was water proof," said Liz. "Does it hurt?" "It did at first, but not now," said Michael. "Ok, lets see how your costume looks," said Liz. After being helped to put it on, Michael looked in the mirror. Emma stood beside him and smiled. "You look really pretty sis," she said. "Now, lets see about this swimming cap," said Liz. Michael had to endure having his wig and hairnet removed. "This will have to be the case, I'm afraid," said Liz. "You'll have to wear the swimming cap on your own hair." She fitted it over his head first, before tucking the loose hair inside. Michael looked a bit horrified as it appeared that all his hair had gone. "You ok in there?" asked Claire. "Yes," said Liz. "You can come in if you like." Claire came in and looked at Michael. "She looks really sweet in that." "The only problem is that Michelle will need to remove her wig and hairnet at the swimming baths," said Liz. Claire stood and thought about it. "What if she wears the wig over the swimming cap?" "But afterwards, her cap would be wet," said Liz. "Just dry it with a towel," said Claire. "And another thing, wearing that cap will keep her hair dry." Liz was buying the idea. She took the wig and put it over the swimming cap. She checked to make sure that the wig obscured all sign of the swimming cap underneath. "It works," she smiled. "Thank you Claire." Emma and Michael were not getting the idea just yet. For now, Michael was being changed back into the clothes that he had been wearing. The swimming cap was removed and the hairnet put back on. Liz took the swimming costume and cap to the till to pay for them. On the way, she noticed some sandals. "Michelle, which colour do you like?" she asked Michael quickly. Claire saw what was going on and patiently waited. Soon, a pair of magenta poolside sandals were being added to the sale. "So, that it for today?" asked Claire. "Afraid so," said Liz. "Emma was treated to a new hairstyle yesterday, so spoiling Michelle today." Liz paid for the items and thanked Claire once more. It would be possible to have another assistant to help them next time, seeing that Michael passed convincingly, but as Claire knew and understood, she was always going to be more helpful. Emma and Michael were keen to know what Liz and Claire had been talking about, concerning the swimming cap. "Actually, it is very simple," said Liz. "That cap does very much the same thing as the hairnet. Once you've been swimming, just dry the cap with a towel and put your wig on over the top." "But what about my hair net?" asked Michael. "Let me see, on the days that you go swimming, you can wear the swimming cap all day," said Liz. "All other days, you can wear the hairnet." The other advantage of the swimming cap was that in keeping Michael's hair dry, it would explain why his wig was dry afterwards. Not that anyone would know it was a wig. Still, it prompted her to try it out later that day. For now, they found a bench and sat down. Andrew was getting restless, which either meant he needed feeding, or he needed his nappy changing. It turned out to be the former, though Liz was keen to check his nappy before they went home. Liz managed to find a mother and baby room in which to check the nappy. It did need changing, and Emma and Michael watched with interest as she did so. They soon went looking for John and James. It was time for them to get something to eat. They met up outside HMV and discussed where to eat. They found a cafe not far away and decided to eat there. They faced one problem: the pram. The only place to put it was next to their table, but that meant obstructing one aisle. Even so, despite other aisles being clear, some people decided to come down theirs, intent on asking them to move the pram. "Some people are so impertinent!" said Liz. "Just because they claim a pension, they think they're royalty!" "Not all are like that," said John. "Yes, but for some, they take the 'respect your elders' bit to the extreme," said Liz. "They expect respect but are never willing to offer it." Liz was willing to move the pram, and had tried to make as much room as possible. The cafe was waitress served and when the waitress came, she did mention the pram. "Sorry, but there isn't anywhere else," said Liz. The waitress had to sympathise with her on that. She took their orders, took a look at Andrew and then went back to the kitchen. As they waited for their dinners, they discussed their day so far. "Look what dad got me!" said James. He pulled a dirty pair of football boots from a bag. "Player worn!" "They sell off player used items, such as shirts and boots," said John. "I'll get them cleaned up for him, then hopefully he can get them signed." "They need cleaning," said Liz, turning her nose up at the layers of mud that covered the boots. Liz then showed John the swimming costume and cap that she had bought Michael. "He can wear the cap under his wig if need be," she said. "You can wear it on holiday too," said John. They didn't have to wait long for their meals and before long, they were ready to leave. Liz looked over at the rude pensioners who had complained about the pram. They had occupied more seats than they needed and were taking an eternity over a cup of tea. She shook her head and left with the others. * * * Back home, Liz was busy getting Andrew back into the house. Michael and Emma were ready to go upstairs to play when they were called back. "Michelle," said Liz. "I want you in the tub shortly." "Ok mommy," said Michael. "What about me?" asked Emma. "You can have a bath too," said Liz. John had also got soapy water in mind. His came in a washing basin though, with a scrubbing brush. He and James were going to clean off the football boots. "Look after Andrew while I give the girls a bath, will you?" asked Liz. "Ok, I will," said John. Liz met the girls upstairs and went to the bathroom to run the bath. Michael had taken his wig and hairnet off, but had left something else on. "Michelle, I'm sorry, but you need to take them off too," said Liz, noticing that he still had his gaff on. "Where's Judy?" asked Emma. Judy was becoming a regular face in the house. "Oh, we gave her the day off," said Liz. "We'll be saying goodbye to her soon." Michael came back, his hands over his willy. "I know, you want that taken away," said Liz. "Get in the tub so I can wash you down." The bubbles did at least hide his unwanted parts for most of the time he was in the bath. But before he could even start splashing himself and Emma, Liz butted in. "I want you to wear this for a few minutes," she said. "I just want to make sure of something." Michael found himself with the swimming cap on his head. Next thing he knew, Liz had taken a plastic jug, filled it with bath water and poured it over his head. "I'm hoping that when I take that off, your hair is perfectly dry," said Liz. Emma just giggled. Michael hadn't seen it coming and his face was a picture. Liz hadn't noticed though. After a further two jugs poured over him, Liz removed the swimming cap. "Don't touch your hair! Not yet!" said Liz. Michael's wet hands would have ruined things. Liz dried any water from her hands before passing one through Michael's hair. It was dry. "Your hair is dry," she said. "That means that when you go swimming, you can put on your wig afterwards and not worry about it not being wet." It did get wet later, as Liz washed it for him. Soon, both were out of the bath and wearing towels. She asked them to come downstairs to dry, allowing her to watch over Andrew at the same time. "Needn't have worried," said John. "Sleeping like a log." "Thanks, but I worry about what might happen if he was left alone," said Liz. She then continued with the job in hand: drying off Emma and Michael. When it came to drying Michael's nethers, he looked away. "What's wrong with that?" asked James, who was checking one of the football boots to make sure the players initials hadn't been accidently removed. "James, you know girls don't have them. Michelle had the misfortune to be born with them," said Liz. James never replied and went back to cleaning his boots. He become aware that Liz no longer referred to Michael as a boy. She always called him Michelle and referred to him as a girl now. "Well, just another 8 weeks to go before Michael can become a girl on a full time basis," said John. "8 weeks," sighed Michael. "How many days is that?" "56," said John. Michael started counting on his fingers, but gave up when it became apparent that the number was too large for his liking. "Don't think about it," said Liz. "The days will soon go." There was just one week of school left till the half term break. At least that week off school would be interesting, for Aunt Sally was spending the week with them. As soon as they were dry, Liz went upstairs and got them clean clothes. She collected Michael's gaff too, but put that on the wash pile. "You can have it again soon," she said, noticing the look on his face. "But it does have to be washed." He was already faced with having to wait a while to put his wig on again. Liz wouldn't do it until his hair was perfectly dry. But while he started getting dressed, he remembered something. A subject that had been avoided until the baby was born. "When will I get a bed in our room?" he asked John. "Ah, now that Andrew is born, we can start planning that," replied John. "Emma, you don't mind having a bunk bed?" "No. Just as long as Michelle can have a bed in our room." "They're not having mine," put in James. "They won't be having yours!" said John. "They don't want a bed with Newcastle United all over it." "Good," said James. "But as they're now stating, Emma's room is now Michael's room too," said John. "But you may have to wait for the bunk bed. We have to save for the holiday in August." "Oh!" groaned Michael. "I want a bed to sleep in. Not a sleeping bag." "You'll have to hang on a while," said John. "I can get you the girl one you've wanted, or you can use Emma's for now." "You can use mine if you like," said Emma. "I'm not keen on that Ben 10 one." "I'll use Emma's one then," said Michael. "But why do I have to wait for everything? I've got to wait ages for my hair to grow, I've got to wait ages to lose my willy and now I've got to wait ages for a bed!" "Calm down. I know it seems like everything is going to take forever, but it won't." Seeing that Michael was feeling a little frustrated, Emma invited him back upstairs to play. It would at least take his mind off things. * * * That evening, Liz came into their bedroom and swapped the sleeping bags. Emma had last used her sleeping bag at the birthday sleepover at their cousins house. It was a My Little Pony one, and Michael felt better using it. It did throw up the question again about his Ben 10 items. With him becoming so enveloped in girls interests, his interest in Ben 10 was waning. John and Liz didn't want to get rid of the items if possible. There was a chance that Andrew might like them when he was older, but that was a long way yet. James was the first option, and he actually took some interest, which came as a bit of a surprise. "I don't mind having the figures," he said. "And I'll watch the DVDs too." "Well, that is good to hear," said John. "Because Michael is willing to let you have them. He did say he would still watch the DVDs from time to time." "And another thing dad, can I have his wall too?" asked James. He was referring to the one side of the bedroom which was decorated in Ben 10 wallpaper and posters. He had plans of a Newcastle United nature for them. And so, James helped resolve a problem. Michael did get one final say: he kept the figure of Gwen, his favourite character. Still, it proved a little of a wrench for Michael. Giving up an entire interest wasn't easy, especially when it been your top most one too. But now, he found playing with Victoria, his doll, more entertaining than Ben 10. This last week before half term still had plenty to offer. Wednesday was the first time the girls would be having a get together at Maddy's house since Michael had joined them. Though June had shown a willingness to let this happen, John and Liz just wanted to make sure nothing went wrong. With John on paternity leave, he had decided to do the school run. June had been told of this on Sunday, over the phone. The other thing that week was that Friday was Judy's last day. She had been with them for just over 3 months and she had effectively become part of the family. John and Liz wanted to give her a warm send off. But first, it was the trip to Maddy's house. Maddy had always told Michael that her room was worth seeing, but then, all the girls had said the same about their own. Caroline had volunteered to take Emma and Michael along with Amy and Jenny as usual. Upon arriving at Maddy's house, she followed them to the door. "Hi June, about time the girls came here again," she said as June opened the door. "You know Emma Brook? Well, this is my niece Michelle." June looked at Michael, knowing fully well who he was. "Nice to meet you Michelle," she said, with strained tones. Caroline gave her a cold stare. "Don't say a word!" said Caroline. "Let her play with the other girls. If I hear a word, not only will you have John and Liz to deal with, but myself and Mark." June got the message and told the four girls to head upstairs where Maddy was waiting. Emma knew the way, as did Amy and Jenny. Still, Maddy was waiting by her door. "How did you cope with my mommy?" she asked. "Our mommy told her to keep her mouth shut," said Jenny. "Is your daddy here?" "Yes, he's here," said Maddy. "He's reading the newspaper in the living room." "Your room is very nice," said Michael. "Thanks," said Maddy. "I knew you would like it." As soon as all the girls had arrived, they decided to talk about the upcoming holiday. Emma and Michael decided to mention the swimming costume, while Emma's hairstyle was talked about too. "Don't worry Michelle. You can have your hair like that one day," said Amy. "But this news about the swimming cap is good. We might not need to help you with your wig." "There are a few cubicles in the changing room, but there is always a race to use them," said Louise. "If you could save one for her, that would be great." "We've had that too," said Maddy. Emma and Lucy nodded. "Some girls think it extra special to use a cubicle," said Lucy. "I've never used one, so I wouldn't know why." They soon moved on to playing games and talking about other things. Downstairs, June found the easiest way to avoid talk of Michael was to not think about the girls at all. Her husband Roger wasn't bothered in the slightest. He was well aware that his daughter had a few friends and didn't mind them visiting. His mind was made easier by the fact that they never caused any trouble. He and June and had never had to tell them off or anything of that sort. June usually took them refreshments and that was it. For now, Roger was not concerned in the slightest about the girls. He had been doing the crossword in the newspaper before turning on the television to watch the evening news. June decided to stay in the kitchen where she was preparing the dinner. She did listen for sounds from upstairs, but the only sounds were of girls making toilet trips. Remembering that there was an extra girl in the group, she found an extra beaker and filled it with orange squash, along with the rest. In two trips, she took the drinks upstairs and found the girls playing I-Spy. She looked quickly for Michael but found it hard. He blended in so well. Any last trace of doubt was erased as she handed out the drinks. Having seen the girls together, no one would ever suspect that one was a boy. When Caroline came to pick up her daughters plus Emma and Michael, she asked June how things had gone. "No problem at all. She behaves like a girl," she replied, checking that Roger was out of earshot. "Well, it's because she is a girl," said Caroline. "No brainwashing, no special training, whatever." "Ok, I get the message," said June. "Bye girls." As soon as they got in the car, Caroline asked them if anything had happened. "Nothing at all," said Amy. "Nothing was said at all," said Jenny. "Michelle's secret is safe." "As it should be," said Caroline. "Michelle is too convincing to be found out." Soon, Emma and Michael were back home and having dinner. * * * Maddy told the girls about the fallout from the previous day during class on Thursday. "She was quite pleased about it," she said. "Michelle's behaviour was very well acted." "ACTED?!" exclaimed Emma, resulting in her being told off by her teacher. "Acted?!" she said again, in a lower voice. "Michelle wasn't acting!" "I know that. We all know that," said Maddy. "My mommy is so stupid, I'm embarrassed." During break, Becky, Louise and Amy heard about it too. "Michelle really was enjoying herself," said Amy. "When will your mommy learn that Michelle really is a girl?" "We know she is," said Lucy. Michael found out after school and felt disgusted. After what appeared to be a victory over June, it was now being stamped out by her continued refusal to accept him. "What is wrong with her?!" said Emma as they headed back home in John's car. "Why won't she believe that Michelle is a girl?" "That is her decision," said John. "Something has influenced her and she won't back away from it." "Saying that Michelle was acting!" said Emma, her frustration apparent. "She probably thinks that we've raised Michelle as a girl from birth," said John. "That we've brainwashed her in some way." "You mean taking their brain and washing it?" asked Emma. "No. It means to enforce a belief on someone," said John. "We have never done that. Michelle wanted to be a girl out of her own choice, not ours." "Is there any way of making June believe that?" asked Michael. "Not likely," said John. "She has set her stall and is standing by it." "Does that mean she never will?" asked Emma. "Very likely," said John. "So trying to change her mind may well be a waste of time." This whole news story had dented their trust in June. But as soon as they got home, they were told to put the story to bed. Friday was not only the last day of school for a week, it was also time to say goodbye to Judy. With Liz now getting back into her old routine of doing the housework, she was no longer needed. Even so, John and Liz wanted to say thank you in more than just words. John had gone out while the children were at school and bought a bouquet of flowers and a thank you card. He sneaked them into the house while Judy's back was turned. He got Liz to sign the card, as well as himself. But he didn't put it in it's envelope just yet. He was waiting for three more signatures first. He got them when picking up the children from school. Michael was looking forward to another week of no boys clothes, while he and his brother and sister were looking forward to meeting Aunt Sally again. "Can you just put your names in this card please," said John, handing the card over along with a pen. "Which name shall I put?" asked Michael. "Which ever one you want," said John. "How do you spell Michelle?" he asked, when it came to his turn. "M-i-c-h-e-l-l-e," said John. Michael had never signed his name as Michelle before. He knew he would be writing that name a lot in the future. He finished writing, and as the last to do so, handed the card back to John. John then put the card in the envelope before starting the journey home. Judy was helping out around the house as though it wasn't her last day. She was unaware of the gifts that awaited her, plus the fact that Liz and John wanted her to stay for dinner. Michael changed into girls clothes as normal and spent most of the afternoon with his sister. Liz spent time between preparing dinner and looking after Andrew, though Judy was keen to help out too. John was busy doing a few things on his computer. With him being on paternity leave, he had no need to be on the computer as often. But he did have his email to check. Some were from collegues at work asking for advice. But some were from family, like the one he found that evening. Dear John Thanks for the photos of your new arrival. Hope he's keeping you busy. I've heard that Sally is visiting you over the school holiday, and she'll be bringing the bridal wear catalogue with her. We've selected our dresses for the weddings (I still prefer that term to civil ceremony) and we just want Emma and Michelle to get a glimpse of what they'll be wearing. All's fine down here. Just had a party for Kelly. She had a double celebration with a friend whose birthday was just days later. Jessica has had her latest appointment with the gender specialist. Not amused at how she is forced to wait till her 16th birthday to get the oestrogen she so badly wants. Well, that's all for now. Looking forward to seeing you in August. Best wishes to you all. Anne "Liz. Sally is bringing the catalogue for the wedding outfits with her on Monday," said John. "Have they decided on the outfits already?" came her voice from the kitchen. "Appears so," said John. "They just want the girls to see what dresses they'll be wearing." "That'll be interesting," said Liz. "Got a wedding to attend?" asked Judy. "My two sisters-in-law are getting wed in August. Emma and Michelle are to be bridesmaids," said Liz. "That's nice. No problem with the one being a boy?" replied Judy. "Not at all," said Liz. "They already know." "Your son is going all the way, the sex change, isn't he?" asked Judy. "He is," said Liz. "But there is a long way to go yet." * * * Dinner was almost ready when Judy went to get her coat. She was preparing to leave. "You're not leaving yet?" asked Liz. "It is my last day," said Judy. "You've been wonderful to me these past few months and I've enjoyed being here." "We're not finished yet," said John. "If you don't mind, we want you to have dinner with us." "Well, that is kind of you," said Judy. "I was going to get some chips on the way home, but if you're offering. Of course I'll stay for dinner." So, Judy stayed for dinner as hoped and they all sat around the kitchen table to eat. "Well, my husband, children and I would like to thank you for the help you have provided in these last few months of my pregnancy," said Liz. "I don't know what we would have done without you." "It's been my pleasure," said Judy. "You've all been wonderful." "So, what are you up to next?" asked John. "Who knows?" said Judy. "There's bound to be another job waiting for me. I don't just help pregnant women. I do help others too, such as disabled people." Following a pudding of strawberry cheesecake, John went and fetched the flowers and card. "You shouldn't have!" said Judy. "I don't really deserve this." "Well, we disagree," said John, kissing her on the cheek. "Thank you for all you have done," said Liz, now hugging her. She too kissed her on the cheeks. And Judy realised that Emma and Michael wanted to hug her too. James decided to stick with a shaking of hands. "Well, thank you for the dinner," said Judy. "Thank you for everything. I hope I meet more people like you." "Goodbye then," said Liz. "Goodbye all," said Judy. They all followed her to the front door and said goodbye as she headed to her car and drove off. After waving to her till she was out of sight, the girls followed the others back inside. "She really did help me in a lot of ways," said Liz. "But I'm glad to be busy again." "Yes, we need to see you lose a bit of weight," said John with a smile. "I will," said Liz. "Running around changing nappies and filling baby bottles will help." With Sally and Carol coming to stay for the half term break, John decided to get the spare room prepared. The problem was that there was only one bed available. This had never been a problem till now. Though Sally was insistant that she and Carol slept in the bed together, John was sticking by the idea of putting a sleeping bag next to the bed. This would be his first opportunity to meet Carol, the woman who had saved his sister from suicide. He was actually keen to meet her too, especially as she was to become the legal partner of his sister. He had never really thought about Sally as being gay. He had heard how some transgendered people were very much straight and were just as keen to get a boyfriend as most women were. But that aside, he was glad that Sally had found someone to share her life with. He had also forgotten that Emma and Michael had already seen her. "Well, it will be the first time you get to meet your new Aunt Carol," he told the children. "We've already met her," said Emma. "She bought us meals at McDonalds." "Oh, at your cousins' birthday party," said John. "I forgot. Well, it will be the first time for your mother, James and I." "She was quite nice, though we didn't speak to her much," said Michael. "Oh, and girls," said Liz. "Your Aunt Sally is bringing a book along that has pictures of the dresses they want you to wear at the wedding." "I hope they are really pretty," said Emma. "I'm sure they will be," said Liz. "Excuse me a minute. Sounds like someone has filled a nappy." Andrew was crying. It just needed the simple task of picking him up to confirm Liz's guess. She used the floor to sort him out, seeing that there was more room. Emma and Michael decided to head upstairs while John started cleaning the kitchen table. "I'll help you in a minute," said Liz. "As soon as I've put this clean nappy on." "What will I be wearing at the wedding?" asked James. "Something smart," said John. "A shirt and tie would be nice." "Not ties!" he said. "Why them?" "They make you look smart," said John. "And at secondary school, they'll be part of the uniform." James would have preferred his current school uniform which had no tie. He had seen John wear one often, but that was because John was required to wear one at work. "Would just a shirt do?" asked James "You've got to get used to wearing one soon. Girls wear them at school too," said John. That didn't seem to make any difference. James preferred casual to smart, though he didn't know that some people considered smart as casual. He went upstairs and decided to look at his Ben 10 figures. Though he knew most of the figures, he didn't know all. He had to go next door and ask for help. Not easy, seeing that the expert on Ben 10 was a boy who lived as a girl.