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Michelle's Story - Part 22 "Mommy, mommy, mommy!" called Michael, all in a fluster. "What is it?" asked Liz. They were just leaving the clothes store when Michael had noticed Robert's sister looking at clothes in there. Robert and his mother couldn't be far away. "Robert, he's here!" he gasped. "Where?" asked Liz, now starting to look. "I don't know," he replied. "But I saw his sister!" "Ok, keep calm," said Liz. "Sally, Carol. We need to get some distance between us and this shop fast." She explained the situation to the other women in their group, and so, they walked a good distance before finding another shop to peruse. Michael felt better to be away from the danger, but how long that would be, still bothered him. They still hadn't found John and James yet, and that could be a problem. If Robert met them, he would definitely wonder where Michael was, as he wouldn't expect him to be hanging around with the fairer sex. John and James had had no problems as yet. Having looked around the sports shops, they had moved onto stores like HMV and Argos. James was looking for the season review DVD for his beloved Newcastle United, but it had yet to be released. After a while, they decided to find the others so that they could arrange to eat somewhere. They went looking towards the entrances of the clothes stores. James only went into one type of clothes store, and they were sports stores. As they went looking for the others, they did find someone else. Even James felt ill at ease. "Hi! Never expected to see you here?" asked Robert. He had his mother and sister just behind him. "Hi Robert," replied James. "So, feeling ok?" "Not bad. Got some new friends at my new school," he replied. "So, where's Michael?" "He's with his mom at the moment," said John. "If you like, can I hang around with you?" asked Robert. "Can I please mom?" "My son Michael was the only friend he had at school," said John to Robert's mother. "Ok, but we'll be close by," she said. John and James felt uncomfortable. With Robert joining them, how could they look for the others? As they walked, they kept up their search for the others. In order to get a temporary distraction, they headed for a toilet. John headed inside and hinted for James to follow. "He hasn't come in too, has he?" asked John to James. "No," said James. They stood by the urinal and talked about the problem. "We need to find the others without letting Robert know. If you notice them, let me know, but just point to them," said John. "Ok, but what are we to do?" asked James. "I'll think of something," said John. "But keeping Robert occupied will help." This wasn't hard for James, as he and Robert held a common interest that they loved to talk about: Newcastle United. Even so, as they walked and talked, James kept lookout for the others. It wasn't long before he did notice one of them. He just nudged John and pointed. John looked and saw Sally standing outside a clothes store. He went over to her. "You found them?" asked Robert, just as he was going. "No. I've just remembered I've got to get something for my wife," he replied. "Just wait here." Sally noticed him come over. "Great, we've been looking for you," she said. "Not now. We've got a problem," he said, gesturing her to follow him into the store. "What's up?" she asked. "Where's Michelle? We need her in boy mode now," he said. "You've run into this Robert, haven't you?!" she exclaimed. "Yes. Now I just need to buy something for Liz," he said. "I've just used that to deter them from following me." They soon found the others browsing. "Oh hello John," said Liz. "No problems I hope?" She saw his face and hers fell. "You have, haven't you?" she added. Michael and Emma were beside her and they grew anxious. "He's with James outside. You need to get Michelle changed. I'll meet you outside WH Smiths," he replied. "Now, anything you want, love?" "It's not my birthday or anything?" she replied. "I just used it as an excuse to come in here," he said. "Ok. I do like that nightgown over there," she said, pointing in the general direction. She had to show John where to look, and once he had it, he paid for it and headed back to James. Michael was feeling really bad now. He had hoped that those boy clothes would never have to be used. Sally headed back to the store entrance and noticed John with James. She then watched as they walked off. Only once they were out of sight, did she give the others the all clear to leave the shop. "They went that way, so we should go that way," she told them, pointing the other way. Carol was with them again too, and she had been filled in on the situation. "I'll take Michelle into a mother/child room," said Liz. "Best place to do the swap." * * * It wasn't just Michael who felt bad about this, but Emma too. She preferred Michelle over Michael now, and she knew Michael felt the same way. "I'll let you keep your gaffe and panties on," said Liz, as she helped Michael out of his girl clothes and into the boy ones. "He had to show up, didn't he?" he sighed. "You knew as well as I did, that if he saw any of us, he would come over and ask for you," said Liz. "But couldn't you say I wasn't here?" he asked. "Not possible," she replied. "I couldn't have left you at home." Can I put my clothes back on later?" he asked. "We shall see," she smiled. "Now, whatever you do, don't be rude to him." She repeated this to Emma when they left the mother/child room. For Carol, this was a new sight. She had never seen Michael in boys clothes before, and though she was taken aback by how different he looked, she never said anything. "We need to head for WH Smiths," said Liz. "Hopefully, this meeting with Robert won't be too long." They slowly made their way towards WH Smiths, knowing that John and James would be almost there by now. John and James hadn't told Robert, or his mom and sister, that they would be meeting up with Michael and the others outside WH Smiths. James decided to go and have a look at the books and magazines, while John sat outside. Robert decided to join James, leaving his mom and sister with John. "Robert does mention your other son a lot," said his mother. "But they were good friends." "But of course," said John. "Michael went to your son's birthday party." As they sat there talking, and waiting for Robert and James to come out, Liz and the others arrived. "There you are," said Liz. "Been looking everywhere for you." She said this deliberately, guessing that plans for this meeting had not been discussed. Michael and Emma were with her. Sally and Carol decided to hang back. "This is Jan, mother of Robert," said John, making the introductions. "And this is her daughter Christine." "I prefer Tina," said Tina. "So, wheres James?" asked Liz. "In there," said John, pointing at WH Smiths. Liz sat down and put the brakes on the pram. She decided to see if Andrew was hungry. Jan took an instant interest in the baby and soon they were talking about him. Michael and Emma waited for the boys to exit the store. It was mixed emotions for Michael, for as much as he didn't want to meet Robert, it was his best friend after all. Soon, the moment arrived. James came out, followed by Robert. The latter saw that Michael was on a nearby bench and went over to greet him. "Great to see you again mate," he said. "I'm missing you loads." "Me too," said Michael. "So, how is the new school?" "Not bad. Just wish you were there," said Robert. "I've got new friends, but none are like you." "I haven't found anyone new yet," said Michael. "I've been moved to a table where two girls sit." "Unlucky you," said Robert. "But surely you should make some more friends. You beat a bully after all." "We beat a bully, you mean?" replied Michael. "But I'm happy for now." "So, still after all things Ben 10?" "Yes, can't get tired of it," said Michael. "And you with Transformers?" Emma listened in, remembering that Michael was doing his best to hide his new life. "Yes," replied Robert. "My dad bought me the old cartoons on DVD. Can't believe Megatron turned into a gun! Would be a wicked toy to have." "No guns!" said Jan. "It's bad enough that these robots have guns." "She doesn't understand boys toys," said Robert in a whisper. Much to Michael and Emma's hidden groans, Robert tagged along for a while longer. Michael was hoping that when they went to Toys R Us, he would be joining Emma in the girls toy section. But Robert was keen to go there with him, and so Michael was faced with looking at Transformers and Ben 10 figures. Emma wasn't amused. Robert had stolen her sister! "This is not fair!" she sulked. "Why can't that Robert just go away?!" "Michael feels bad about it too," said Liz. "But it's just not right for him to tell Robert to go away." "But I will," said Emma. "No you don't," said Liz, holding her. "It does seem we'll have to lose him somehow." She soon found Sally and Carol. They had both been browsing the store in general. "Sally, any chance of getting John to have a word?" she asked her. "Ok, whats it about?" she replied. "Getting away from a certain boy," sighed Liz. "Emma wants her sister back." John soon got the message and understood. It was time for a diversionary tactic, but one that would hopefully see Robert say goodbye. He didn't seem keen to let go. "Boys! We've got to be going," called John. James and Michael were eager to follow, but for the latter, he didn't want to go home yet. Robert followed them, but only so he could find his mom and sister. When he did so, he was finally ready to say goodbye. They parted outside the store and made towards the Metro station. "I'm glad to have met you again," said Robert. "Wish we lived closer, as I'd love to visit." "Me too," said Michael. He was lying just to avoid hurting his friend. "Well, come on," said John. "We've got a train to catch." And so, they did part. "I'm not ready to go home," sighed Michael as they headed back to the indoor area. "I wanted to look at the dolls." "You can," said John. "We're just doing this so that we could lose Robert. I think he would have took you home with him if he had the chance." "So, we're not going home yet?" asked Emma. "Not yet," said Liz. "And hopefully, Michelle can put her own clothes back on." They decided to go in a few more shops instead and were much relieved when they saw Robert, his sister and mother heading for the Metro station a short while later. "They're not going to look for us again, are they?" asked Carol. "Not likely. Besides, they'll be expecting us to have caught a train by now," said John. "The Metro is just like the London Tube, with a train every few minutes." With it now known that Robert was truly out of the way, Sally was given the task of taking Michael somewhere to get changed back into his dress. He felt so much better with the wig brushing his shoulders once more. Emma was waiting to see him, and greeted him as though he had been gone for weeks. "I think we'll have something to eat first, and then we can go back to Toys R Us," said John. They all agreed and set off for the food court. * * * They completed the day as originally planned, and then headed off to catch a Metro back to Newcastle. "I'm glad we managed to get away from Robert without being rude," said Liz. "Shows how much he still likes Michael." "He did seem to be "handcuffed" to him at times," said Carol. "But why didn't we just tell him the truth?" "You know how it is with coming out, love," said Sally. "You risk a lot when you do, and this friendship is just not worth risking." "Best thing we can do, is not come here too often," said John. "But as sis said, it's not worth the risk." As for the children, they wanted to make the most of the remainder of the day. With Sally and Carol heading home the next day, they wanted to make the most of the time that was left. So, while Liz and Carol did the evening supper, Sally played board games with Emma, Michael and (surprisingly) James. "As much as I enjoy it up here with you lot, I do have a job to go to back home," said Sally. "I suppose the next time we'll see you, will be in August?" asked James. "Very likely," said Sally. "Who put that snake there?" She was referring to a long snake on the snakes and ladders board, which her counter had landed on. She had fell foul of a few in this game and was now very much out of the running for now. She did finish last too, with Michael coming first, followed by James, then Emma. After two more games, she decided to stop. "I've got to get ready for tomorrow," she told the children. "Don't fret! I'm not going now." She didn't take long, as most of the items to be packed were at hand. She was called back down when supper was ready. "So, by the time I see you next time, you'll be Michelle for real," she told Michael. "I bet you'll be glad to have it as your own name?" "Not as glad as she'll be when her own hair is as long as her sisters," put in Liz. "Just one more trip to the barbers for her," said John. "And I hope she is more cooperative." Sally had already been told about the last visit, and how Michael had been stubborn. "Just be a good girl on your final visit. Just look ahead to a very girly future," she said, taking Michael in a hug. "I will," said Michael. "And be a good big sister," she said to Emma. Emma gladly received a hug too. As for James: "I really hope Newcastle do better next season," she said to him. She offered him a hug, and after a few moments to think, he let her. "I won't mention those idiots in red and white again," she told him. "Thanks," he said. "So, no more bad comments about Sunderland?" asked John. "I was talking about Walsall," she smiled. (Walsall do play in red and white, though not stripes) "What's wrong with them?" asked John. "They're in a lower division," said James. "You support them," said Sally with a chuckle. John had been a staunch supporter of Walsall, but thanks to living in Newcastle, he hadn't seen them play in years. Sally had never been a follower of the sport and now they used to argue over it in a humorous way. All proper goodbyes were said the following day. Sally and Carol were not leaving straight away and stayed till 10am. When that time did come, the children hugged them again, even Carol. "Well sis, till August," said John, hugginng Sally. "It is," she replied. "So, look your best for our big day, won't you?" "You can count on it," he smiled. Neither Sally or Carol could leave without saying goodbye to Andrew. For Sally, it offered her another opportunity to hold him. "Now, I did hold you, and you, when you were babies," she said, nodding to Emma and Michael. "So this isn't new to me. But I doubt I'll ever tire of doing it." "I suppose we'd better be off," said Carol. "Don't want to find any more traffic jams." They picked up their suitcases and headed for their car. The others followed them out. "Have a safe journey sis," said John. "We will do," she smiled. "Bye then. Bye everybody." Emma and Michael waved for ages as Sally and Carol drove off into the distance. It was a reminder that the end of the school holiday was nigh, and that another 6 weeks of school lay ahead. For Michael, it would be his last 6 weeks at school, at least as a boy. * * * The remainder of Saturday was quiet as a result. Liz decided to go and sit in the back garden for a while. Seeing the opportunity to join her, Emma and Michael collected their dolls and had another picnic. "Seeing how you hated your boy clothes yesterday, you're not going to cause trouble on Monday?" she asked Michael. "It's school. I have to," he replied. "Other days are Michelle days." "Well, just 6 weeks to go, and then every day will be Michelle days," smiled Liz. Michael couldn't wait, for he could really start doing things that were not possible for him at the moment - such as growing his hair out. While they were enjoying the sunshine, John was on the phone to Anne. "Yes, they set off just turned 10am this morning," he said. "Just wondering. So, how is things with you?" asked Anne. "Not bad. Had a run in with Michael's old friend from school. Couldn't shake him off." "Why, did he want to come home with you?" said Anne. "He might have, had he had the chance," said John. "But this friendship would only cause problems now. Michael is set to become Michelle full time next month." "Yes, I'm aware of that," said Anne. "So, apart from that, anything else?" "We went swimming, just to see how Michael will cope with his wig. We have a way figured of getting him in and out without his secret being rumbled," said John. "But aside from that, he's a very good swimmer already." "Good for him," said Anne. "Well, Julia took the others to the Black Country Museum. Helen went too. I'll send you photos when I can." "We've got some photos too, so I'll be getting them processed too. I'll email them to you too," "So, what do the girls think of the bridesmaid dresses?" asked Anne. "They like them. Looking forward to wearing them," said John. "It's going to be a busy few weeks up here." "Will be here too," said Anne. "But we should manage." "Ok, I'll let you be for now. Bye then." "Bye John," said Anne. John put down the phone and went over to the computer. James was browsing the internet as usual. "Want to have a quick game of football?" he asked. "Sure dad," said James. "Give me five minutes." John waited for James to shut down the computer and get his shoes on. They then joined the others outside in the back garden. So, they all spent most of the afternoon in the back garden. Liz had to go indoors to change Andrew's nappy, but that was the only break that anyone took until they went in any way for dinner. Sunday arrived, and it was once again spent at home. Emma and Michael decided to spend some time downstairs, watching some DVDs. James had opted to stay in his room and play with his Ben 10 figures. Michael knew this when he heard James' voice on a trip to the toilet. Michael enjoyed every school holiday and usually hated to see them end. But seeing what lay at the end of this latest spell at school, he was keen to get back, even though his best chances to speak to the other girls came during their weekend visits. So, when Monday arrived, he seemed more cheerful than usual for a first day back. "Nearly over," he said. "Almost a girl." "You've still got 42 days to go," said John. "Still a while to go, but they'll pass." At school, he continued to look happy. Amy and Becky sought answers from Emma during break about his sunny mood. "This is the last half term for Michael," she told them. "Next holiday is the big one." "So, having just finished one holiday, he wants the next one already?" asked Becky. "But of course," said Emma. "He can become Michelle all the time then. And next time we have a meeting at our house, we need you to do wig practice." She explained how Michael would need help with his wig at the swimming baths. She also let on about how good he already was at swimming. "So sis, you need to make sure Michelle gets a cubicle," said Louise, Becky's older sister. By the time they were going home that afternoon, their next meeting had been sorted for Wednesday afternoon. At least Michael could speak to the girls more openly during these get togethers. It was one more reason for wanting to attend school as a girl. For now, it was still a case of talking only when necesssity called for it. Emma and James were also being reminded to come up with reasons for why Michael was leaving school. They couldn't think of any answers for now, and even if they did, they were told to only mention them if someone asked. "What about him leaving to join Robert at his new school?" asked Liz. "They might buy it, but it has a problem," said John. "How do we explain him making the long trip to Gateshead?" "Moving to another school seems the best option though," said Liz. "Just as long as the other kids don't follow up on it," said John. "Well, thats not too likely," said Liz. "There is only one lot of children who come to this house and they all know the truth." "Maybe you're right," said John. * * * Wednesday afternoon arrived and Emma and Michael prepared to welcome their friends over. It would be a first proper chance for Becky and Amy to practice fitting his wig. Of course, Michael was quick to take off his uniform and put on a dress first. "Amy, Becky, can you spend some time down here and practice with the wig please?" called Liz. The girls in question were keen to go upstairs and join the others. Seeing the problem, Emma and Michael agreed to have the meeting in the living room. As a result, James retreated to his room while John spent some time on the computer. So, while Amy and Becky took it in turns to put Michael's wig on, they managed to talk with their friends too. Michael did a lot of talking though, as the girls all wanted to hear things from his perspective, since they couldn't get it at school. After a while though, he got tired of having his wig constantly removed. It would be so much nicer when his hair was finally as long as his wig. If only it wasn't going to take almost a year to reach that goal. After seeing that he was getting bored with the wig fitting practice, Liz decided to call it a day. Becky and Amy were pleased too, though they were starting to get the hang of it. "Tell you what," said Liz. "Let me plait your wig for you." Michael agreed and sat with his back to her. The other girls watched with interest as he let his mom style his wig. They had seen it done before, and had done it themselves. They were soon asking for their own hair to be plaited too, but eventually did it themselves. By the time they were finished, it was time for them to go home. Michael liked having his wig styled, but he knew it would be so much better when it was his hair that was being styled instead. Liz, having just taken care of Andrew, turned her attention to doing the dinner. Michael and Emma went upstairs, taking their dolls with them. James took this as the cue to return downstairs. The upcoming weeks were just an obstacle for Michael to overcome. There wasn't much in the way of things to do, as school lessons were school lessons. Interesting lessons such as baking were done seldom. He wanted to speak more openly with Amy and Becky in class, and they wanted to too. Halfway through June saw a few things of note happen. For Michael, the big thing was his final trip to the barbers, but before then, there was a small matter to take care of at the local church: Andrew was being Christened. The service took place shortly after school, with the children quickly preparing themselves upon arriving home. All of John's chidren had been Christened. John and Liz were wondering whether Michael or Michelle should attend. They decided on the latter. It was a private service and apart from them, only Caroline and Mark, along with daughters Amy and Jenny were in attendance. Caroline and Mark had agreed to be godparents. The vicar was fairly new, and wasn't the one who had baptised the older Brook children. But he was aware of the Brook children, and after the brief service, went to speak with both sets of parents. "Last I knew, you had just the one daughter and two older sons," he said to John. "So, where is the one son of yours?" "He's here," said John. "He is dressed as a girl, simply because he wants to be one." The vicar looked at John, and then at Michael, who was happily talking away with Emma, Jenny and Amy. "You sure about this?" he asked John. "Yes, I am," said John. "He was meant to be one." "But he was born a boy," replied the vicar. "I know," said John. "I don't want to be told about God's will and all that. Who are we to decide what God wants?" "True," admitted the vicar. "He has a path for all of us. It's up to us to follow it." "Well, thanks again for the service," said John, returning to the reason for being here. "Ok. Bye then. God be with you," said the vicar. The party left the church and headed back to their cars. "The vicar questioned Michael, didn't he?" asked Caroline. "Yes, he did," said John. "I suppose its questioning God when we say that Michael was born a boy by mistake." "I brought this up with June the other week, and I couldn't think of an answer," she replied. "We just know that God has plans for us, and that we must trust in Him," said John. "It may be His plan for Michael to take this path." "All I can see is that Michael is so much more comfortable as a girl," said Caroline. "He is, or should we say, she is?" said John. "The latter for definite," smiled Caroline. "I'll see you round. Bye. Bye Liz!" Jenny and Amy said goodbye to Michael and Emma before joining their parents in their car. "Ok. So Michael, or I should say, Michelle," started John, as he turned to look at the back seat. "Tomorrow is your last ever trip to the barbers. After tomorrow, you are free to grow your hair out." Michael just smiled. He felt as though his hair had been shouting "Grow me, grow me!" forever. His wish would now set to become reality. Even so, it still meant saying goodbye to another half inch of hair first. "You are going to look wonderful with long hair, sis," said Emma Michael had heard this loads of times, but he never tired of hearing it. * * * Michael's last trip to the barbers was after school the next day (Wednesday) and coincided with Liz taking Emma to the hairdressers. To save time, John dropped Liz, Emma and Andrew off first, before taking the boys round to the barbers. Both were still wearing their school uniforms. "Now, please don't be awkward," said John to Michael. "This is your last time, so just behave yourself." Michael still felt bad about coming here. This was a place which dealt with short hair and welcomed long hair with scissors. He wanted to go to the hairdressers, where long hair was welcomed with a brush and compliments. "Oh, it's the silent long haired boy," said the barber. "Going to be more talkative today?" Michael just nodded. "Just a trim." "Still haven't tired of your long hair then?" "I like my hair long," said Michael. "I want it longer!" The barber looked bemused. He turned to John. John walked over and said in a low voice. "Michael is becoming a girl in July, and this is his last visit." The barber was stunned, and looked at Michael. "So, this means he will be growing his hair longer?" asked the barber. "So, do you still want me to give him a trim?" "Just his usual," replied John. Soon, all three were being seen to. Michael grimmaced at the sound of the scissors trimming away at his hair. It would take another month of growing to get it back. He was glad to get this visit over with, and the fact that he would never ever set foot in there ever again was a very pleasing thought indeed. "Happy now?" asked John. "Your hair is free to grow longer now." Michael gave a weak smile. James looked at him and pondered. This was the beginning of the end for Michael his brother. Michelle would be announcing her full time arrival in a few weeks. They headed back to pick up Liz and Emma, plus Andrew. "Next month, you'll be coming with us," said Liz. "Claire wants to see you." The name rang a bell to Michael. He suddenly remembered that the assistant at the clothes store was called Claire. But it made no sense. She wasn't a hairdresser. His puzzled look prompted Liz to speak further. "What's up sweetheart?" she asked. "Claire is that lady at the clothes shop," he replied. "Oh, I see," she realised. "This is another Claire. She does my hair, and she wants to do yours." That answered Michael's question. Upon arriving home, he belatedly put on his girls clothes and wig. "I wish my hair would grow quicker," he sighed. "I like my wig, but my hair would feel better." "Of course your own hair will feel better," said Liz. "Now go and play with your sister, while I check Andrew's nappy." Michael did so, leaving his parents and older brother in the living room. "He still feels bad about it taking forever to grow out," said John. "But that is what the wig is for?" "It is, but taking it off is what bothers him. He just wishes he could wear it all the time," said Liz. "But he knows he can let his hair grow now," said John. "But it grows so slowly, that he won't notice any difference until a few months at least," said Liz. "Perhaps if we take regular photographs of him, it will show over time that his hair is growing," said John. "That's an idea," said Liz. "You can start from next month, when he officially goes full time." "Ok. That reminds me. He has an appointment at the gender clinic next month," said John. Upstairs, Michael was happy to be wearing his wig, and feeling it across his shoulders. He was looking after his doll Victoria while Emma was reading a story out aloud. "No more getting my hair cut," he told his doll. "Your mommy is going to have long hair soon." "I thought Victoria wanted to listen to my story?" asked Emma. Michael shut up and let Emma continue. After she finished her story, she turned to him. "I'm happy that you can grow your hair now," she smiled. "The wig is nice, but your hair will be nicer." "Thanks sis," he replied. "I can't wait to tell the others." "They'll be pleased for sure," said Emma. "Do you want me to tell them?" "I would like to tell them," said Michael. "Ok sis. You can tell them on Saturday, at Lucy's house," she replied. They were soon called down to dinner, where Liz and John told them about the idea to keep a photo record of Michael's hair as it grew. "So you want to take a photo of me every week?" he asked. "Just so that you can get an idea of how your hair is growing," said John. "But you said it grows slow?" asked Michael. "It does," said Liz. "But we won't start until you finish school. And besides, we need to have your hair trimmed at the back so that the hair at the front can catch up." "Does it have to be trimmed?" he asked. "I just want it to grow now." "Yes, if you want your hair to look like your wig," said Liz. "Once it is, then you can stop wearing the wig altogether." Michael wasn't sure whether he liked the idea or not. He just wanted to grow his hair non-stop until April. But it appeared he hadn't much of a choice. * * * John and Liz decided to drop the subject of Michael's hair, just to stop him from worrying. Even so, Michael himself. couldn't. At school, times to speak with the girls were limited to the playground as always. He continued to sit on a bench with Emma and speak to the girls when they came over to see Emma. He knew it would be so much better if he could just hang out with them. Even so, the best times were always the get togethers after school or at the weekends. Emma was trying to think of reasons for why Michael was "leaving" school in July, and asked her friends for ideas. They couldn't think of anything immediately, but would tell her if they did. As for school itself, Michael was continuing to do well in his work. He was seen as a loner still, as he had failed to make new friends since Robert had left. Thankfully, no one had tried to step into Billy's shoes and become the new resident bully. His two former friends had tried, but failed. When the next weekend arrived, with just one week left of June, Michael was aware that there were just 4 weeks left at school before the summer holidays. 4 weeks left as Michael. John did the honour of taking Emma and Michael round to Lucy's house. His paternity leave was coming to an end, and from next week, Liz would be doing the school run, albeit on foot. Once at Lucy's house, Emma and Michael headed to her room, dolls in hand, and found that Becky and Louise were yet to arrive. The other girls welcomed them in the usual manner: with hugs. Michael got bigger hugs, all because these were the only times when he could really interact with them. He was keen to tell them that he was now free to grow his hair longer, but had to wait a few minutes for Becky and Louise to arrive. When they did, Becky was apologetic. "Sorry we're late, but sis took too long choosing a dress to wear!" she said. "But I want to look my best for these meetings," said Louise from behind. "But we're all here now," said Lucy. "Now sit down, because Michelle has something to tell us." They did sit down. The girls were always prepared to hear news from Michael, as it usually concerned his journey to girlhood. He waited a moment and then began. "I went to the barbers for the last time on Wednesday," he said. "I can now grow my hair longer." "Yippee!" said Amy and Jenny. "Wonderful!" said Maddy. "Now we can play with her hair!" said Lucy. "Not yet," said Michael. "It will take ages to grow, and mommy says I still need trims." "We all have our hair trimmed," said Becky. "Mommy says it helps keep our hair nice." "It's because my hair is too short at the front," said Michael. "I wish it would just grow quickly so that I won't need too many trims." "Never mind. You'll have long hair like the rest of us eventually," said Louise. "Thank you," said Michael. With nothing more to say, they went about playing as usual. Michael was once again in his element: being a girl amongst girls. But finally getting the all clear to let his medium brown hair grow out was just one step of many yet to come in a long journey which would see him become a girl for real. All he wanted now was for the summer holidays to arrive, knowing that he wouldn't have to wear boys clothes ever again. Maddy was still feeling sore about her mother. She could see that Michael was really a girl and was ready to help her friend become a girl in any way she could. For all the girls in this group, they had known Michael for a while, as a shy reclusive boy. That was before they had met Michelle. Now, they couldn't see Michael as anything but a girl trapped in a boys body. When the time came for everyone to go home, Emma and Michael were stopped by Lucy. "Emma, you have a wonderful sister in Michelle," she said. "I just wish I had a sister." "Maddy hasn't got a sister either," said Michael. "She just has a mommy who doesn't think I'm a girl." "Don't remind me," said Maddy as she headed to the front door where June was waiting. "Any way, I wouldn't have had a sister if Michelle didn't arrive," said Emma. "Thanks for coming," said Lucy. "And Michelle, your hair will look really nice." They hugged again, and headed downstairs. It wasn't long before John was picking them up and taking them home. "So, enjoy yourself, girls?" he asked them. "Yes daddy," said Emma. "They're pleased that sis can grow her hair long now." "But it will take forever with trims," sighed Michael. "If your hair wasn't so short at the front, there wouldn't be a problem," said John. "But chin up. Your new life as Michelle is really close now." "Yes sis. Just dresses and skirts," smiled Emma. "How wonderful," smiled Michael. "No more trousers at school." He took those thoughts to bed with him that night.