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Michelle's Story - Part 21 Tuesday came along and for the Brooks, and it was decided to go to this zoological gardens that John had found on the internet. It had only recently opened, and the opening times were restricted to weekends and school holidays. With the whole family, plus Sally and Carol set to go, it required them to use both cars at their disposal. This meant a trip to a petrol station, as Sally needed to top up her car. "I hope you know the way to this place, if this the first time you've ever been," asked Sally. "I got details off the internet. It's just to the north of Newcastle," replied John. "Ok, but remember that we'll be following you. You get lost, and we'll be too," she replied. "Well, it's called Kirkley Hall," said John. "Ok, you're the boss," said Sally. So, the two cars made the not too distant journey. Thankfully, as they got close, signposts for the place appeared on the roadside. But roadsigns were only one thing that John had to keep an eye out for. Either he, or Liz, occasionally looked in the rear view mirror to see whether Sally and Carol were still behind them. Occasionally, other cars had got between them, which made it hard to see them at times. Still, Sally herself was doing a similar job of ensuring that John's car was in front. They eventually arrived and parked their cars in the allotted carpark. They all got out and headed for the entrance. "Ok, thats 4 adults and 3 children please," said John as he purchased the tickets. Under 2's were let in for free. It wasn't a major zoo which had animals of all types and sizes. It focused on smaller animals like lemurs, meerkats and wallabies. There were also reptiles, farm animals and pet animals too. Throughout the day, there were feeding sessions and handling sessions, allowing the children to get close to some of the animals. For Michael and Emma, this was perfect, as they enjoyed handling rabbits and guinea pigs, as well as petting donkeys. James was keen to see the reptiles, and when the chance to handle a few of them came, he was keen to get Sally handling a snake. "You want me handling a snake?" she replied. "Ok, but I suppose this is payback for the Sunderland joke?" "Sort of," he smiled. "I bet you're scared?" John and Carol were keen to watch when they heard that Sally was going ahead with the bet. The handler had got a python at the ready and was just resting it on Sally's shoulders. "Don't fret. She's used to being handled," he told Sally. Sally was slightly nervous, but wasn't showing signs of panicking. "Looking good sis," called John. "Thanks. You want to hold her next?" asked Sally. "No thanks," said John, as he got his camera ready. But James had lost his bet. Sally was looking calm and relaxed. Despite this, he was feeling more proud of his aunt. Sally finally relinquished the python (called Deborah) so that someone else could have a go at handling her. "Phew, she was heavy," said Sally as she joined the others. "So, I wasn't scared a bit." "Sorry aunty. You were brilliant," said James. So, after Sally's encounter with a snake, the others went looking for opportunities to have their photo taken with animals. But for Michael and Emma, they preferred their animal companions to be more cuddly. But when a friendly lemur started playing with Emma's hair, it was decided that Michael should look for an animal that wouldn't play with his. "Why? I wanted to have my photo taken with the lemur," he sighed. "The lemur could have pulled your wig off," said Liz. "We don't want that. Don't worry, you'll get your picture taken with an animal." But Sally was one step ahead, and explained the situation to the attendant. "My one niece would like to have her photo taken with the lemur but is not keen on having her hair pulled. The attendant understood and called Michael over. He had a second lemur on hand, and this one wasn't as feisty. Still, it wasn't easy keeping it away from his wig, but John got the photo without any problems. Michael was all smiles. It wasn't their last photo though. Michael and Emma had their photos taken together with some of the larger animals, such as the donkeys and alpacas. Meerkats were certainly becoming popular of late, thanks to an insurance comparison company using them in its advertising. Michael and Emma loved the way that they stood up on their hind legs, looking like soldiers on guard duty. But Andrew's need for attention led to them to head for the cafe where a mother and baby room could be found. It gave them a chance to have some refreshment too. It turned out to be a good day in general, as Carol bought the children gifts from the shop. Michael and Emma chose soft toys while James got a large model of an iguana. "Better keep your teddy safe from that," said Emma as they got in the car for the homeward journey. "These are veggie reptiles," said James. "My teddy is quite safe." "You still care about him then?" asked Liz. "He must be wondering when you'll next cuddle him." James was feeling uncomfortable once more. He just couldn't admit that he still liked his teddy. "We'll look after him," said Emma. "He must be getting lonely." "Ok, you can have him!" said James. He said no more about it, and nobody else said anything either. Michael and Emma were too busy discussing the animals and cuddling their new soft toys. * * * Upon arriving home, Emma pressed James for his teddy. "You promised," she said, when he seemed reluctant. "Ok, ok. I'll get him," he replied. Emma stood by the door to his room and watched as he stood on a chair to reach the shelf where the teddy sat. He took the dusty bear over to Emma and gave him to her. He undeniably looked sad to let him go. "You love this teddy, don't you?" she asked. "So what? I'm too old for him," he said. "What's his name?" asked Emma. "Henry," he replied. "Posh name," she smiled. "Michelle and I will take good care of you, Henry." "Goodbye," said James. "Nice knowing you." Emma smiled and shook her head. She took Henry downstairs first, seeing that he needed dusting. Michael was just coming upstairs and saw her. "You got his bear?" he asked. "He is our bear now. He just needs cleaning, and then he can have some hugs." Downstairs, Liz had put the kettle on for a drink, while John, Carol and Sally sat down and put their feet up. "So, how is Michelle getting along with her friends?" asked Sally. "Still ok?" "Her friends are as loyal to her as they've ever been," said John. "It's just the one mother that is being awkward." "She isn't threatening to out her, is she?" asked Carol. "No," said John. "But she still refuses to believe that Michelle is for real." "Michelle went round to their house the other week for one of the girl get- togethers, and afterwards we thought that she had come round to seeing that Michelle is a girl," said Liz. "But we learned from her daughter the next day that she believes that Michelle is a good actress." "We are finding some idiots," sighed Sally. "So, what are you going to do about her?" "Nothing," said John. "She has continued to keep Michelle's identity secret from her husband, which we are grateful for, but apart from our daughters going to her house from time to time, she has no direct involvement in our affairs." Carol needed bringing up to speed with the story so far. John and Liz obliged. "This woman, June, she had been doing the school run while I was pregnant," said Liz. "Now, she had been taking Emma to her friends houses too, until we managed to arrange for Michelle to go along too." The talk was interrupted when Emma and Michael came in with Henry. "Mommy, could you clean Henry for me?" she asked. "Ok, but your aunts and I are talking at the moment," replied Liz. "Just put him on the table for now. Now where were we?" "About June doing the school run," said Sally. "Oh yes," said Liz. "June was willing to take Emma, but not Michelle. She was willing to take Michael to school though." "She afraid to be seen with a trans-child?" asked Carol. "Seemed so. She is a sceptic," said Liz. "But at least the other mothers don't have a problem. Michelle has won them over. And since John started his paternity leave he has done the school run." "June won't be doing it for us again," said John. "Liz will be back to doing it in a few weeks, and as from September, Michelle will be taken by Caroline." "That was the woman we met the other day with the "twins", wasn't it?" asked Carol. "Yes," said John. "She has solved a few problems for us." "I might as well deal with Henry," said Liz. "Got some girls who are keen to play with him." Michael and Emma were waiting by the door. "It might be best if I soaked him in some water," she told them. "At least he'll be nice and clean for you." "But when will he be ready?" asked Emma. "Our other teddies want to meet him." "I'll send him up when he's dry," said Liz. "Now go back to your room for the time being. I'll have some supper for you later on." And so, they went back upstairs to explain to their teddies that Henry's arrival was delayed. They did have other introductions though: the soft toy animals that Carol had bought them. Emma had been bought a wallaby while Michael had been bought a meerkat. Both had been designated as female and given names to suit. So it was, that Wendy Wallaby and Mary Meerkat were introduced to their other toys. They played with their toys for the next couple of hours until Liz called them down for their promised supper. * * * Wednesday was a quiet day in comparison. Having decided to take the children to the swimming baths on Thursday, it meant that they spent most of the time at home. For Emma and Michael, it meant spending some time with their aunts, and they most of the day in the living room talking with them. "How is Jessica?" asked Michael. "She is fine," said Sally. "As are your other cousins. I presume they're missing me." "We want to see them again," said Emma. "Can't wait till August." "Can't wait till July," sighed Michael. "It's just over a month away," said Carol. "But she's waiting for the third week in July, when school finishes for the summer," said Liz. Apart from talking to Sally and Carol, the girls were eagerly awaiting to see Henry. James' former teddy had been given a wash and was now nearly dry. They had brought their own teddies down to greet him. Emma's own bear was still "pregnant" as a baby teddy had yet to be acquired. Carol could only admire how Michael behaved. He simply wasn't a boy at this moment in time and her opinions of June were certainly leaning towards "She IS an idiot!" When Liz came back from the kitchen with a clean Henry Teddy, Emma received him gratefully, and she and Michael went about starting the introductions. Later that day, over dinner, Carol decided to discuss activities for the other days of their visit. "So, seeing that we go back on Sunday, I was wondering about what to do Friday and Saturday," she asked John and Liz. "We can always go back into Newcastle after spending some time at the swimming baths," said John. "But about the other days, sure. What do you want to do?" "I've heard that Gateshead is a good place to shop," she said. "Ah," said John, sounding uncomfortable. "Yes, it isn't bad, but we don't usually go there." "Why not?" she asked. "Tell you later," said Liz. "What about the museums in Newcastle?" asked Sally. "Something to keep the children entertained." "I suppose we can do that for the day," said Carol. "If you're looking for shops, we know a few places," said Liz. "There is Wallsend, if you're looking for history," said John. "Easternmost point of Hadrian's Wall, hence the name." "Ok," said Carol. John and Liz kept their word and talked to her after dinner. Michael and Emma had retreated upstairs. "So, what is wrong with Gateshead?" asked Carol. "Nothing is wrong with the place," said John. "It is a good shopping centre. But it's about Michelle. If we ever do go there, she has to go as Michael." "How come?" asked Carol. "Her best friend from school, who left at Easter, he lives there now," said John. "And since he doesn't know about Michelle, we can't take her there. And Michelle doesn't like being a boy outside school now." "So, you think that there is a good chance of this friend being seen?" asked Carol. "It's possible," said John. "Though we haven't been since this friend left school." "What if we do go there? Michelle can hang out with us if you like, just in case," said Sally. "That is an idea, but what if Robert sees us?" asked Liz. "He knows us." "We'll just have to hope we don't see him," said John. It was a risk, but they decided to take it. The trip to Gateshead would be on Friday. Michael heard the plan later and felt nervous. He didn't like dressing as a boy, but he felt that would be the better thing to do. Despite this, he decided he would go as Michelle. Upstairs in their room, Michael felt uncomfortable about going. "I hope we don't see him," he told Emma. "You don't want him to see you as Michelle?" asked Emma. "No," he sighed. "But I don't want to see him again." "Why ever not?" asked Emma. "You were really good friends." "I know, but I'm not Michael now. I'm Michelle, I'm your sister, I'm a girl," he replied. Deep down, Michael hated himself for not wanting to see Robert again. But he knew now that his journey to becoming his true self was very much planned. Renewing his friendship with Robert would only hinder things now. "Why don't you tell him?" she asked. It was clear however, that Michael wasn't planning on doing that. * * * The trip to Gateshead was put to one side though, as trip to the swimming baths was next on the agenda. This trip was important too, as it would see exactly what problems faced Michael when he went swimming with the school. Upon arriving downstairs to have breakfast, he awaited Liz to fit his wig for him. She did so, but went and put his swimming cap on first. It was a tighter fit, but was capable of holding all his hair. "Don't worry. There are girls with much longer hair that wear these," she told him. "And you'll be amongst them one day." With the swimming cap fitted, she then put on the wig and gave it a quick brush. Still, there was a wait before they headed off for the swimming baths. Liz and Sally had gathered the childrens swimming clothes plus some towels. John's set of trunks, plus the costumes that Sally and Caro had recently bought, were also put to one side. "I wonder if they'll allow me to sit by the pool?" asked Liz. "Without paying?" replied Carol. "They might." Liz was going, but not to take a dip in the pool. She was looking after Andrew instead, and wasn't expected to be visiting the changing room. It was for this reason that Carol and Sally were proving useful. "Hope you're wearing your gaffe?" asked Sally, as they prepared to go. "She wears it all the time outside school," replied Liz. They were leaving the cars behind for this trip and heading to the swimming baths on the bus. For ease of space, Liz was taking Andrew in his carry cot. "Ok, just to remind you, just make sure that Michelle is able to change without being seen," she told Sally. "Use a cubicle." "I get you," said Sally. "The main problem will be getting the wig back on," added Liz. "No problems," said Sally. "We can straighten it up if needbe." "At school, she might no be able to rely on someone to help her," said Liz. "Ok. Heres the bus," said Carol. Liz continued to fill them in during the bus ride. By the time they arrived at the swimming baths, they were very much aware of what had to be done. John went and paid the admission, asking whether Liz could get in for free since she wasn't going swimming. She was given the all clear to do so. "Ok, here's your stuff," said Sally. "Can't mistake your towel, can we?" James took the bag containing a black and white striped towel. It was just so well that each had their own towel, or at least one that could be identified. "I thought James may have used a red and white towel to wipe his bum with," pondered Sally before they made for the changing rooms. "Only when my bum is very dirty," he smirked. "Ok, lets get changed," said John. "See you in the pool." "Will do," said Sally. "Ok girls, lets get changed." Entering the girls changing room, they were not surprised to see others in there already. Most of them were seated on the benches. Most were preparing to enter the pool, while a small group had finished and were getting dried off. "Ok, I'll take Michelle into a cubicle," said Sally to Carol. "Ok," said Carol, as she and Emma sat down on an empty stretch of bench. Sally led Michael to an empty cubicle and shut the door. "Not much room for 2," she sighed. "Well, time for you to get changed, young lady." Sally removed the towels and swimming costumes from the bags and put them on the bench. "Got a hairbrush for you too," she said, holding it up. "Ok, heres your costume." She helped Michael out of his clothes and put them in the bag. They were followed by the wig. Soon, he was naked except for the gaffe concealing his privates. Moments later, he was sporting the magenta swimming costume with floral design. He then watched in interest as Sally got undressed too. She didn't seem to mind undressing in front of him, though she was half way into her own costume before removing her upper garments. Still, he got a slight glimpse of her nether regions and went to speak, only for her to put her finger to her lips. "One day, you'll be like that down there," she whispered. Soon, she and Michael were both ready. With their clothes, wig and towels in the bags, Sally took them over to the lockers and put them in one. She took the key and fastened it around her wrist with the attached strap. Carol and Emma were ready and waiting. They were not wearing swimming caps, and with Sally being the same, it meant that Michael was the only one. With the gaffe doing its job of concealing her privates, and the very girly swimsuit, no one should ever doubt that Michael wasn't a girl. "You look great sis," smiled Emma. "No one will know, will they?" asked Carol. "You have doubts?" asked Sally. "Come on, lets get wet." * * * They headed for the opening that led to the pool. They passed the showers on the way. Soon, the twin pools were in view. The one pool was shallow and for children, while the deep pool was for adults and confident swimmers. They met up with James and John, who had entered from a different entrance way. "Looking sexy bro," chuckled Sally. "Hoping to woo the girls?" "Just that one over there," he replied. He pointed to Liz, who was seated on a bench by the shallow pool. She took note and smiled back. Carol decided to go over to the adult pool, while everyone else stayed in the shallow pool. The one side had steps all along the one side, allowing children to enter by walking rather than jumping. "So sis, how good are you?" asked James. "Not bad," said Emma. "Why? Want a race?" "Only if you think you can beat me," he replied. "You want a race?" asked John. "Then race me." James accepted the offer and they tried to find a clear part of the pool to do it in. Michael was sticking to the shallowest part of the pool (the shallow pool had a varying depth.) since his swimming skills were zero. Sally and Emma were trying to coerce him into having a go at breaststroke. Emma was did have some experience, but she was still novice standard. "Try using this," said Sally. She had found a float - a flat piece of foam used by learners. Michael took the float and held it in front of him at arms length. "Now lift your feet up," said Sally. Michael wasn't convinced. He thought he would sink if he did. Chances were unlikely though, as Sally was right beside him. "Ok, let me hold you," she said to him. She put her hands round his middle and held him horizontally. "Don't worry, you won't sink." Emma watched as Michael started kicking his legs. But with Sally holding him, he was going nowhere. She starting walking along (she could stand in the pool easily) with Michael in her hands. "You feeling ok?" she asked him. "Slightly," he replied. "Just relax and keep kicking your legs." Michael did. He was continuing to move along the pool, but was completely unaware of one thing. "You still there Aunt Sally?" he asked. "I'm over here," she called. "You doing it by yourself!" This caught him off guard and he stopped paddling with his legs. As he did so, his body righted itself. "You are a natural!" she said, catching him up. Emma was soon with them and hugging him. "Took me three weeks to do that," she smiled. "Daddy! Michelle can swim!" John and James had given up on having a race due to the number of other swimmers that kept crossing their path. Upon hearing Emma, he and James came over. "You said Michelle can swim?" he asked. "She can, bro," said Sally. "Gold medal Olympian in the making here." Michael had to demonstrate once more though it required Sally to get him horizontal again. "You'll need to learn how to kick up off the floor," added Sally. "But plenty of time for that." But soon, both parents and siblings were aware that Michael had a talent, even if he could only manage several yards at a time. Emma was keen to swim alongside him, but she had to find a float too. Both were soon enjoying swimming round the pool, despite James attempts to splash them. He found himself being poked at by Sally. "James, I think I saw your trunks over there," she said, pointing to the other side of the pool. He looked, resulting I chuckles from the girls. He still had them on. Carol was soon joining them, after finding a group of men had taken a liking to her. "Sorry, but I only like particular men," she said. "You mean women?" said Sally. "Yes, of course," apologised Carol. After spending a good two hours in the pool, it was decided to call it a day and head for town. It was also time for the more difficult part of the test - Michelle putting her wig back on. But first, Sally went to the lockers and retrieved a bottle of shampoo. They took them back to the shower cubicles where Emma and Michael waited. "You just wait here," said Sally to Michael, as she, Emma and Carol all washed their hair. Emma joined Sally in her cubicle. Michael waited patiently nearby, wishing he could wash his hair too. Back in the changing room, Sally went and retrieved hers and Michael's belongings from the locker before seeing if a cubicle was free. They had to wait a few minutes for one though. "Hope you never have this problem at school," said Sally as they finally got a cubicle. She took out the towels first and started drying her hair. She then helped Michael out of his costume and dried him off. His gaffe was damp but dried easily. She then turned to drying the swimming cap. "Ok, I'll get you dressed first, and then I'll put this back on for you. But then, can you do it yourself?" "I'll try," he replied. Once he was back in his clothes, she handed him the wig. He went to put it on and managed it to a degree. It still needed straightening, and this highlighted a problem that needed to be soved. For now, Sally helped do the needed work with the wig and used the brush that had been provided for them to tidy it up. With Michael ready to go, she let him out of the cubicle and set about drying herself. "See you're ready then?" asked Carol. "Our little champion!" Michael just blushed. Emma smiled broadly at him. Sally was out a while later. Just like Emma and Carol, her hair wasn't perfectly dry, but it had been combed out. "Next time, I'll remember to bring a hair dryer," said Carol. They met up with the others back in the main entrance. "Ok, lets head to town and get something to eat," said John. * * * They didn't want to spend too long amongst the shops, as Emma and Michael were still smelling of chlorine, and were eager to take baths at home. Even so, they did go and get something to eat. "Well, when you start swimming lessons with the school, you'll be top of the class," said Liz to Michael. They were having lunch in a cafe. Michael just blushed again. "Now, about tomorrow?" asked John. "Are you sure you want to go to Gateshead?" He was looking at Michael, and the young trans-child understood what he was referring to. "I'll go like this," he said, though not confidantly. "I'll take some of your boy clothes, just in case," said Liz. "Michelle says she doesn't want to see her friend again," put in Emma. Michael looked slightly hurt. "But you said?" added Emma. "I know I did," he replied. "Whats up?" asked Sally. "By the sounds of it, she wants to break off the friendship," said Liz. "If her friend does show tomorrow, then the odds are that he'll try and arrange visits," said John. "But it's clear that Michelle only wants to be with other girls now." Michael looked at his dad with a look that agreed with him. But the whole idea of breaking his friendship with Robert was still unpleasant. "There is one more problem," said Liz. "Should the worst happen, and we run into Robert, he only needs to see one of us, and he'll start looking for Michael." "This is getting complicated," said Carol. "We shouldn't go if this could happen." "Really, if we do meet, shouldn't we just tell the truth?" asked Sally. "I don't like the idea of coming out on a whim," said John. "Hopefully, it will be busy and we don't meet." After finishing their meals, it was decided to head home. Michael and Emma were keen to wash the horrid smell of chlorine off themselves. With James keen to do likewise, it appeared the bath was going to be in demand that evening. It was also a chance to see how Michael's hair had faired after wearing the swimming cap all day. It was certainly in need of a wash, and it got one. "At least you can have your hair washed as soon as you get back home," said Liz, as she held the shower hose over his head. "I like having my hair washed. It feels nicer when its dry," he replied. "Good, for you'll need to look after it when its longer," she said. "And it feels nicer because I use a conditioner." "Whats that?" he asked. "Just keeps your hair healthy," she added. "And healthy hair grows better." Michael could only dream of having his hair past his shoulders for now, and the day it became reality seemed like one that never wanted to arrive. After drying off and getting dressed, he went downstairs to join the others. James was waiting to use the bath and ran upstairs when he got the call. As they had supper that evening, all talk of the Gateshead visit was put to one side. For now, Michael was getting more attention from Emma about his talent for swimming. "She can't swim until she does it without the float," put in James, as he was just getting tired of Emma heaping praise on Michael. "It was only her first time," said Sally. "And she did wonderfully well." "If she gets very good, she could swim competively," said Carol. "Maybe," said Sally. "But keep her options open for now. She may have other interests when she is older." "But back to the important issue," asked Liz. "How was she when it came to changing in and out of her costume?" "She needs help putting the wig on," said Sally. "If they had mirrors in the cubicles, she might be ok, but I think she needs someone with her." Michael already knew who that someone could be, though there were 2 candidates. "Amy and Becky," he said. "They could help me." "Ok. That's sorted then," said Sally. "The only other thing is ensuring that Michelle gets to use a cubicle," said Liz. "We'll mention it to her teacher in September," said John. After the children were in bed, Sally decided to bring up the subject of a swimming career for Michael once more. "As much as it would be great to see her as a swimmer, if she does get that good, the problem lies with her being transgendered," she sighed. "The media still likes to trivialise it." "I suppose it could cause problems though," said Carol. "Some countries don't accept transgendered people - she may be forced to compete with men." "It wouldn't bother me what career she takes," said John. "But for now, can we just drop the subject. She is only 6 years old and has plenty lying in front of her for now." "You're right," said Sally. "I'm off to bed. See you in the morning. Coming Carol?" "I'll be right with you," she replied. * * * Friday arrived, and Michael got dressed in his one of his favourite dresses. He still wasn't looking forward to this trip to Gateshead, but his parents and aunts were ready to help him if the worst happened. "In this bag, I have a pair of trousers, one of your Ben 10 shirts, some socks and a pair of shoes," said Liz. "If we do have trouble, we can go to mother/child room and get you changed." Michael looked the bag and hoped that that never happened. Still, they had another plan. John and James would go about looking at the shops that pleased them, leaving Liz to go around with Emma, Andrew and Michael. Carol and Sally would be staying close, as in the case that Robert was seen, Michael was to go along with Sally. They were in fact heading for the Metrocentre, a huge shopping complex that was north west of Gateshead itself. The larger number of shops being the main attraction. It was a large place, so the possibility of meeting Robert there was slim, even if he was there. They headed there on the Metro, an underground rail system that linked most of the major towns and Newcastle. It required changes, but it was quick. Having arrived, they headed, as a whole, into the indoor part of the centre. "Ok, plenty to see and do, and hopefully, too many people about for us to get noticed," said John. "Should we split up now?" asked Liz. "Up to you," said John. "We can meet up later, as there is a Toys R Us outside and I know the kids will want to go there." So they did. Michael liked it like this, for when James was with them, they usually avoided the shops that he now liked: anything that was aimed at girls. All the while, they all (except Carol and Sally) kept their eyes open for any sign of Robert. "At least being in a clothes store should be safe," said Sally. "I doubt he'll be looking around a clothes store." Michael and Emma were looking at dresses in the childrens section of a major clothes store. If they could, they would have bought several dresses each on a whim. "Your cousins are just the same," said Sally. "Back in August I took them shopping, and they were after loads of clothing. Jessica has a definite love for clothes shops. Proves that there is a girl's spirit within her." "But this liking for clothes hurts my purse," smiled Liz, as she went over to her daughters after they called her. Putting the pram to one side, but not out of sight, she looked at the dresses that they had found. "You like finding similar dresses, don't you?" she asked them. The dresses they had found were alike, but different colours. They had ribbons at the back, on the waist. "Can we have these dresses mommy? PLEASE!!!" asked Emma. "I don't know," she replied, looking at the price tags. Michael and Emma looked at her longingly. They didn't want to leave without these dresses. "Oh, ok," she said. "But nothing more." She told them to try them on first, leading them to the fitting rooms. But as she did, Andrew started crying. "Sally!" she called. "Can you see to the girls while I deal with Andrew?" Sally came over, Carol just behind. They had found items too. "So, what is it?" she asked. "The girls need to try these dresses on," said Liz. "Ok girls, lets go," said Sally. She took both Emma and Michael into a fitting room and helped them out of their clothes. "So, you've found more clothes?" she asked them. "They look really nice." Michael had gone for a pale yellow, while Emma had chosen a magenta one. Once they were wearing them, they twirled and admired themselves in the mirror. Sally couldn't help but smile, and asked Carol to take a look. "Preparing for a party?" she asked. "You look like you're heading for one." "For these two, every day is a party," said Sally. They kept the dresses on for now, just so Liz could see them when she came back. "So, do they fit?" she asked Sally. "See for yourself," said Sally. "They want you to see them. So, Andrew ok?" "Sure. Just needed a clean nappy," said Liz. Soon, Emma and Michael were back in their original clothes and heading over to the tills with Liz, Carol and Sally. Carol once again offered to pay for the girls items, but Liz initially refused. She did accept payment for one of the dresses though. As they headed to the exit, Michael glanced over and noticed a girl with long red hair. He continued to glance over at her and swore that it was Tina, Robert's much older sister. Her back was turned for the most part, but she did turn so that part of her face was revealed. "It's her!" he gasped. "Oh no." "What is it sis?" asked Emma. "That girl over there, with the red hair," he said. "It's Robert's sister!" And if she was here, then so was Robert.