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Michelle's Story - Part 23 For Michael, these last few weeks at school couldn't go quickly enough. Full time life as Michelle lay ahead and his patience was getting thin. "You'll just have to wait," said John. "There is just 4 weeks left. They'll be over before you know it." Even so, he wanted the weeks to end, to stop this charade of not being overly friendly with Amy and Becky in class. They were among the best friends he had ever had, even better than Robert to a degree. But they had a mutual understanding - they shared many interests, as well as the fact that Michael saw himself as one of them. For now, he just buried himself in his work. He had done this before, when getting over Robert's departure. It was his only way of distracting himself, and it did have benefits: he was getting good marks in all his work. But Michael wasn't the only one with worries. His brother and sister had them too. They had been trying to think of reasons for Michael "disappearing" at the end of the school year. Emma had persuaded her friends to think up ideas too, but they too, had failed to produce one. So far, only John and Liz had come up with ideas, but they need work. They had suggested that Michael had gone to the same school that Robert had moved to, but it didn't seem right that they should send a 5 year old boy over 10 miles to another school. If anything, it would be just as well if they said he had moved to another primary school in the local area. The only problem was coming up with a reason why. John was now back at work, having finished his paternity leave. Liz was back to doing the school run, but she had opted to leave the car behind. Instead, she took them on foot, allowing her to take Andrew with her in the pram. As a result, they left the house early, so that they didn't have to hurry. As they walked either to or from school, Emma and Michael would often peer into the pram and get a reaction out of Andrew, providing he wasn't asleep. He was starting to take an interest in others now, and when he saw a smiling face, he smiled back. Even at home, Emma and Michael would often look at Andrew, in the hope of making him smile. His curiosity was becoming known, as anything that Emma and Michael were holding, caught his attention. He had quickly learned what the milk bottle was, and was already trying to direct to his mouth, though Liz was still doing that for him. Michael was wondering whether or not whether Andrew would know that his youngest older sister was born male. For now, Andrew was seeing Michael as both a boy and a girl. It was unlikely that he knew that Michael and Michelle were one person. Upon arriving home from school, Michael went over to the calender on the wall and crossed off another day. The day that marked the beginning of the summer holidays was already highlighted. He just couldn't wait for that day to become visible on the calender. For now, the calender remained on June. The days were slowly going. 4 weeks became 3 weeks and June was now near to an end. The other girls were just as eager for the holidays to arrive too, for they were eager to celebrate Michelle's official arrival. There was never any doubt that Michelle would want a party to celebrate her starting full time. The question was whether to treat this as a sort of "birthday party". Seeking answers, John turned to his sister Sally for advice. He hadn't called her since the half term holiday, but there hadn't been any reason to call until now. "Hi Sally. Just calling to see how you are," he said. "Not bad, bro. Not much happening down here," replied Sally. "Though we are starting to put our wedding plans into action now." "Well, it would make sense. You've got just over a month to go," replied John. "Anyway, up here, Michelle is counting down the weeks. She can't wait to go girl full time." "Who can blame her?" said Sally. "I've been told Jessica was just the same." "Well, Emma and her friends are keen to join the celebration. I was just wondering if we should treat it like a birthday party?" "Jessica had one, though it was before I got to know her and her family," said Sally. "But treat it like a birthday party by all means, or should that be a re-birthday party? Some older transsexuals do plan it so they start full time on their birthday, just so that their new selves have the same birthday." "Did you?" asked John. "I didn't. But it was no biggy. Starting full time was all that mattered, but I do keep the date as an anniversary," replied Sally. "But I think a party will show her just how much you are supporting her." "Ok. So, I'll let you know if anything else comes up. Send my love to mom," said John. "Will do. Bye bro," said Sally. With that, Liz and John had settled matters: there would be a party thrown in honour of Michael becoming Michelle full time. But they made one thing quite clear to their daughter and daughter-to-be. "So, the first weekend after you finish school for the summer, we will be holding a special party for you," said Liz. Emma and Michael were all ears and were instantly enthralled by the idea. James was listening from afar and his enthusiasm was expectedly muted in comparison. "I know for a fact that you will want your friends to come and join in, and they can," said John. "But I don't want you telling them just yet." "Why not?" asked Emma. "We want you to just concentrate on your school work for now," said Liz. "Because you two are counting down the days as though it is Advent." "It's June, mommy, not December," said Emma. "We know that, but Michelle has been checking off the dates on the calender as though its an Advent calender." "Never mind that Liz," said John. "She's just anxious and excited. Her life is taking a turn for the better in her opinion." * * * Michael wondered why his mom would be so bothered by him marking the dates on the calender. After all, both she and John had done the same thing for other occasions. Even so, Michael was allowed to continue marking the days off. The 20th July couldn't come quickly enough in his opinion. With the holiday still to pay for (though John was sure he had the money available), all plans for now were concentrated on preparing for Michelle's entrance. John was wondering what to get Michelle for the party, when it finally dawned on him about one thing she had wanted for a while now. He had to get Liz to help him out by keeping Michael and Emma in the living room for a short while. She was able to arrange this by having one of their favourite DVDs on. While they were watching, he went up to their room, with tape measure, pen and paper in hand, and measured up Emma's bed. He now knew how big the bunk bed could be at most. All that remained was figuring how to keep it a surprise till the party. At school, Emma kept her word and didn't tell her friends about the scheduled party, though it seemed they may already be aware of it. They were already aware of how important it was to Michael and felt that a party was a good way of celebrating it. But they got nothing out of Emma. In class, Michael couldn't help but show signs of impatience. He was just thankful that no one took too much notice. At least his work kept his mind busy. They had moved on to more difficult subtraction in maths. It was the sort where you had to borrow from the column to the left to make it work. Michael had needed help with 32 minus 24, because he saw that 2 - 4 didn't work. "You take 1 from the 3 (pointing to the 3 in 32) and put it by the 2," said Miss Ford, his teacher. "That leaves you with 20. But now you have 12 minus 4. So what is that?" "8?" replied Michael. "Yes. Now you're left with 20 minus 20. That is?" "Nothing," said Michael. "Good. So the answer is 8," said Miss Ford. Though Michael may well have solved it anyway, it was all about writing the working out down. He soon got the hang of it and went on to finish all the sums that were on the blackboard. This wasn't the only area of maths that they touched, going into the final weeks. They had just started multiplication, and this meant learning their times tables. Emma was happy to help Michael on this subject, as was John and Liz. James would have helped, but since Michelle arrived, he was not as willing as he used to be. "Ok, I know you've just started your multiplication tables, but it doesn't hurt to learn the harder ones now," said John. "Now, the two times table is very easy. It is just all the even numbers." "I know that," said Michael. "I've already got it." He recited it off by heart. "Ok, but what about the threes?" asked John. Emma was just watching with interest. "Might need help," said Michael. "Ok. Lets have a go then. 1 times 3 is?" said John. "3," replied Michael. "And 2 times 3 is 6." John took him through to 12 times 3 and went through it again until Michael could recite it off by heart. "You'll pass the tests easy, sis," smiled Emma. "What tables are you on?" asked Michael. "5s and 6s for now," she replied. "Doing 7's next year." Emma soon found her dad keen to test her on her times tables too. After being given a good examination of her skills, John decided to catch James off guard. "Whats 11 times 11 James?" he called. James was again on the computer, and was not quick to respond. "What did you say, dad?" he replied. "What's 11 times 11?" "Ehm, 132?" "Wrong," said John. "121. You need to practice more." "You caught me off guard," he groaned. "That's how the teachers used to do it when I was at school. They would ask pupils at random, any multiplication equation. If you didn't answer, or got it wrong, you were in trouble," said John. "Ok dad. If you're so insistant on me practising the higher tables, then lets give it a go," replied James. "Listen up girls, you'll be doing these later." "I want to get my tables right, bro," said Emma. "I'm not going to learn from someone who gets them wrong." "I do know them," he groaned. And so, James recited both the 11 and 12 times tables, and for once, he got them correct "11s are tricky though, once you've passed 110," he added afterwards. "Well, you do know them after all," said John. "Now what about beyond 12?" "What?!" exclaimed James. "I've never learned beyond 12s." "Just kidding," said John. "But as for you two, just keep practising and you'll have no trouble." With that, Michael and Emma returned to their room. * * * It wasn't just times table tests that were coming up at school in the remaining weeks. Spelling tests were too. For the past few weeks, several words had been taught to Michael's class, and they were tested on them on Friday. Miss Ford had promised them a big test during the final week. It meant revising all the words they had learnt in the past few weeks. They had been given the words on a piece of paper to study at home. Michael got Emma to read the words to him, so that he could spell them. He even got Liz to test him too. All in all, all this work kept his mind off the eventual end of term celebrations that he was so looking forward to. With his mind kept busy by the work he was being given, he was losing track of the time, and before he knew it, he was entering the last week at school. His excitement was noticeable in class, though it was put down to him looking forward to 6 weeks of no school. Except Amy and Becky, no one realised that Friday meant so much more to him. Emma was finally given the go ahead to tell her friends about the party on Saturday. Undoubtedly, they were all excited about it and couldn't wait. But they too were distracted by the prospect of tests on both spelling and multiplication. At home, Liz and John were making the final preparations. With John back at work, Liz was now faced with taking Michael to both the gender clinic and to the solicitors for his name change. "I'll have to take the others with me," she told John. "Unless I can get someone to babysit." "You'll just have to do the solicitors after school on Friday," said John. "That will save some time." "Ok, but what about the clinic," she added. "That is on Monday." "Ok, just take them. You shouldn't be there for long," said John. John had already phoned Mr Connor to confirm details about Michael's new identity and that this identity was being made formal on Friday afternoon. It had also seen Michael's name being discussed in full. "So, we need to think up a middle name for you," said Liz. "James' middle name is Nicholas, while Emma's middle name is Victoria." "So, what is my middle name?" asked Michael. "Edward," said Liz. "Why don't you use your name?" asked John. "Michelle Mommy?" replied Emma. James chuckled while Emma looked abashed. "No, my real name. Liz," said Liz. "Or perhaps. Elizabeth?" "Michelle Elizabeth," pondered Emma. "Sounds very pretty." "I like it," said Michael. "Well, that settles it. She'll be Michelle Elizabeth Brook," said John. With that, at school the next day, Mr Connor called Miss Ford to his office. John had given him permission to tell her what was really happening. Angela, I just want to have a word with you concerning Michael Brook," said Mr Connor. "What about him?" said Miss Ford. "He isn't in trouble, is he? He's one of my best pupils." "He's in no trouble," said Mr Connor. "He's leaving at the end of the week." "How come?" she asked. "I haven't finished yet," said Mr Connor. "I just want you to tell your class that he's leaving." "So, he isn't leaving?" asked Miss Ford, now sounding puzzled. "He isn't," said Mr Connor. "He's coming back in September as a girl." "He's coming back as a girl?!" said Miss Ford, sounding surprised. "He's been wanting to be a girl for a while, so his parents say," said Mr Connor. "My reason for telling you this, is that his identity must be kept secret, or I should say, her identity must be kept secret." "But I won't be taking his class next year, so I won't be seeing him, I mean her," said Miss Ford. "All I ask is for you to tell the class that he's leaving. Michael is already aware of this and will play along," said Mr Connor. "Just say that he's going to another school." "Ok, I will," said Miss Ford. "And another thing. Don't go questioning him about it," said Mr Connor. "And remember. Do not tell anyone." "But what about Cathy? She'll be teaching him next year," asked Miss Ford. "Cathy knows," said Mr Connor. "She knew a few weeks ago and will help watch that nothing of harm comes to him." "That's good," said Miss Ford. "Just don't ask her for information either," said Mr Connor. "Can I say that the matter is now closed?" "Yes sir," said Miss Ford. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yes, goodbye then," said Mr Connor. Miss Ford was now wondering if Michael's lack of willingness to make friends with other boys was down to his desire to be a girl. She pushed it to one side, as she had lessons to arrange. * * * Being back at work had its problems for John. He couldn't take Michael to the solicitors and he couldn't take him to the gender clinic either. He could go on the hunt for a bunk bed though, with a number of furniture stores being found on retail parks. They usually remained open for longer periods than high street stores. He decided to stop off at one of these stores on the way home from work. He knew roughly what sort of bunk bed would suit Emma and Michael and was quick to find one. He bought it there and then, and managed to bring it home in the car. "You're late, love?" asked Liz, when he finally came home. "I've got the bed," he replied in a whisper. "Just give me a few minutes to bring it in." Emma and Michael were in their room playing when John made the numerous trips to the spare room. This was to be the where the numerous packages would be kept for now. "What are you doing, daddy?" asked Emma. "Never you mind sweetheart," he replied. "Just go back to playing." Emma was still curious and mentioned it to Michael. "Daddy is hiding something," she told him. "I wonder what?" he answered. They listened to see whether he came back upstairs (having heard him come up a few times) and when it appeared he wasn't coming up again, they went to the spare room and peeked inside. "What are these large boxes?" asked Michael. "I don't know," said Emma. "Apart from them being numbered." They failed to notice two mattresses on the floor, rolled up and air sealed. Still wondering what they could be, they returned to their room. "Well, from next week, my name really will be Michelle," smiled Michael. "So no more calling me Michael." "I haven't called you that in ages, sis," said Emma. "And you certainly don't look like a Michael." "Michelle Elizabeth Brook," mused Michael. "It is so much nicer than my boys name." "So, what dress are you going to wear on Saturday?" asked Emma. "I don't know," he replied. "I have a few now." "And hopefully you'll have more to come," said Emma. When they came down for dinner not long later, John asked them if they had been in the spare room. "What are those big boxes, daddy?" asked Michael. "So, you did look," he sighed. "Well, I'm not going to tell you. What I will tell you, is not to go in the spare room until after Saturday." "It's for us, isn't it?" asked Emma. "I won't say," said John. "Now, I know it's going to be busy over the next few days, but I just want to run through the agenda," said Liz. "Friday, straight after school, I'm taking you to the solicitors, so we can get Michael's name changed. Saturday is the day of the party, and I want you all to be involved. Yes James, even you." "But it will be a girls party," said James. "This is a formal welcome for your sister. Michael will be Michelle all the time from Friday afternoon," said Liz. James felt a lump in his throat. This was it. He would be saying goodbye to Michael for good. "Now, on Monday, I've got to take Michelle to the gender clinic," continued Liz. "Now, with your dad at work, I need to take you all with me. We can all have a quick look round Wallsend afterwards." "What about my trip to the hairdressers, mommy?" asked Michael. "We're doing that on Wednesday," said Liz. She could tell that Michael was looking forward to that particular day out. Following dinner, Emma and Michael went back upstairs. They stopped by the door to the spare room and pondered once more. "It is certainly for you, or for both of us," said Emma. "Could it be my bed?" asked Michael. "I've always wanted a bed in our room, so maybe that's it." "You'll just have to wait and see," said John, who had just come up the stairs. "We've got to wait?" asked Michael. "You should be used to waiting by now," said John. "And for you, the big wait is nearly at an end." "Yes," said Michael. "Go back to playing with your dolls," said John nicely. He watched as they went back into their room. He knew that Michael's life was taking a major turn this weekend. It was Sally all over again, but unlike her, he was watching this transition from the outset. * * * The days of this final week were seemingly long, or so Michael felt. But then, weeks immediately prior to school holidays always seemed to go slow. Becky and Amy were finding it difficult to keep their excitement down too. During morning break, they explained to Emma that they were all clear to come to the party. "After all, she is our cousin," said Jenny. "Only here," said Emma. "And my brother James has been told to get involved." "Why let him join in?" asked Maddy. "He's a boy and not interested in our games." "Mommy and daddy want him at least to be a brother to Michelle," said Emma. "I think he is sorry to say goodbye to Michael." Miss Ford was set to give them their spelling test and multiplication test on Thursday, as Friday would be more of a "fun" day. Even so, she still asked her class to keep revising for the tests up to Thursday. Michael had been practising with both his parents and Emma for the past few days, and felt confident about doing well. He often noticed Miss Ford looking at him, and wondered what she would say at the end of Friday. John had told him that she would know what was really going on, so he had an idea what she was thinking. But despite all her glances at him, she said nothing. For now, Michael tried to focus his mind on his work, and not on the events of the weekend to follow. The same could be said for Amy and Becky. When Thursday finally arrived, Michael went through the words again with Liz on the way to school. Liz was glad to see Michael taking a keen interest in revising, but she knew that he wanted to keep his mind off Friday afternoon. Upon arriving in class, Miss Ford addressed them on the tests. "Ok class. I hope you've been revising that list of words I gave to you, and your 2 and 3 times tables," she said. "The maths test will be done after morning break. You'll be doing the spelling test after dinner." For some of the class, it proved a relief. It appeared they wanted to do more revision, and hoped now that the morning session would give them that opportunity. It never came though, as Miss Ford had another lesson lined up for them. During morning break, Emma decided to have a word with Michael. They were sitting on their usual bench. "Had any tests yet?" she asked. "Not yet," he replied. "Times tables test is next though." "I've had my test on 6's already," she replied. "I'll find out how I did when we go back in." "The spelling test is after dinner," he added. "Don't worry. You'll do well. We practiced enough," she smiled. They both sat and ate their crisps, while Becky and Amy arrived, eager to know if Michael was prepared for the tests. Emma helped fill them in. When the bell rang, Emma wished him luck as they headed back to their classrooms. Michael returned to his seat and found a piece of paper waiting for him. Once everyone was back in their seats, they were told to put their names at the top of the paper. Miss Ford gave them a few minutes to do it, before beginning the test. The test was on both the 2 and 3 times tables. She gave them gave them all 24 questions (both tables up to 12 times) but in no particular order. She went through them again afterwards, just to give them another chance to answer them. Michael was sure he had got them right first time and just went through his answers again. "Ok, put your pencils down. Just sit quietly while I collect your papers," said Miss Ford. It took just a few minutes for her to do so, and once she had, she returned to her desk. "Ok, I should imagine you got the 2 times table questions correct," she said. "I'll be very disappointed if anyone did get any of them wrong." She looked to see if anyone looked worried. "Ok, we've still got time till dinner. I'll give you look at the next two times tables, which you'll be doing next year." So, they spent the remainder of the midday session going over the 4 and 5 times tables. Michael didn't seemed worried by them, as the 4 times table was similar to the 2 times table, and the 5 times table looked easier still, with all the answers ending with 0 or 5. While the class was busy, Miss Ford was marking the tests. Just before the dinner bell rang, she handed them back out. "I've got them all right!" said Amy, as she got her paper back. "Me too," said Michael, showing them his paper. One of the boys on the adjacent table overheard and revealed his perfect score too. "I'm glad to see that most of you got them all right," said Miss Ford. "For those who got any wrong, I suggest you revise some more. Now remember, after dinner, is the spelling test." During dinner, Emma told Michael that she had got full marks in her 6 times table test, whereas Michael told her the score he had got. Becky was revising spelling between mouthfuls of food, much to the dismay of the others. "The more you practice, the better you will do," she said in her defense. "We practiced loads too," said Amy, referring to herself and sister Jenny. Even so, Louise kept calling out words at random for her sister to spell. Even when both had finished their dinners, they continued to do so. They only moved when a dinner supervisor came and told them to. Waiting in the playground for the remainder of the dinner hour, Emma decided to give Michael more practice. It at least made him feel slightly more confident as he headed back to his classroom. Again, as he took his seat, there was a piece of paper with numbers down the side, waiting for him. But there was the afternoon register to go through first, which gave him a few more minutes to prepare himself. But once it was over, the spelling test came. "Afternoon class. Time to test your brains again," said Miss Ford. "Please write your names at the top of the paper, and we will begin." Miss Ford walked around the class, checking that everyone had done so. She then began. "The first word is apple," she said, continuing to walk around the class. She gave them a minute or two to write down each word before moving onto the next. Once she had reached the final word (#30), she went through the list again. Some pupils wanted a particular word read out again, which she did. When no more requests came, she went and collected the papers. "Ok class, while I mark these, talk among yourselves, or get a reading book from the corner," said Miss Ford. Michael decided to get a book to read, since he couldn't talk to Amy and Becky in a way he would have liked. It was almost time for home when Miss Ford handed out the marked papers. Michael was pleased to find that he had got all the words right, as did Amy. Becky was feeling pleased too, and put her dinner time practice as the reason for her perfect score. But, as with the maths test earlier, most of the class got all the words correct. The bell was soon ringing, announcing the end of the school day. "See you tomorrow class," said Miss Ford. For Michael, the time to become Michelle forever was nearly here. * * * When he awoke next morning, he had butterflies in his stomach. He knew that by the time the day was over, his name would be Michelle Elizabeth Brook. Putting on his school uniform, he knew this would be the last time ever. Next time he attended school, it would be the same except for girls shoes, girls socks, and most importantly: a skirt. He couldn't hide the fact that today was going to be the greatest day since he was born (though greater days were yet to come: the day he looked like a girl between his legs would certainly better today). "Remember, that I'm heading for the solicitors straight after school," said Liz. John was just leaving for work, and said goodbye to the children before going. "Goodbye Michael. Enjoy your last day as a boy," he said. "I will, daddy," said Michael, excepting the hug. On the way to school (they walked), James couldn't help but look at his brother. This would be the last day he would probably see Michael wearing trousers, though should he do so again, they would be girls ones. At school, Michael sat in his chair, wondering what "fun" activities they would be doing. He also wondered how the class would react when his "leaving" was announced. Amy and Becky were fully aware that this was a lie and knew not to get worried. The fun activities, were board games and watching DVDs. The television and DVD player were being shared across the day between classrooms. Miss Ford was getting it during the midday session, and as a whole, the class watched Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Wererabbit. The film just about finished in time for dinner. The final part of the day was the part that Michael wanted to see over, though Miss Ford made an effort to make it enjoyable. She decided to read the Twits to the entire class. It wasn't a long book and she managed to read it entirely. Once she was finished, she looked at her watch and noticed that there was a few minutes left. "Oh well. Just a few more minutes," she sighed. "I've enjoyed having you for this past year. I hope you are all good for Miss Taylor in September." "Miss Taylor is our teacher next year?" asked one boy. "Yes, she is," said Miss Ford. "You'll be class 2CT next year." She then looked at her class and her gaze fell upon Michael. "I do have some other news. I'm sorry to inform you that Michael Brook is leaving us and will be going to a new school in September." Michael now looked around to see what the reaction was. "How come you're leaving?" asked a boy at the nearest table. "I just am," said Michael. It turned out to an exceptable answer, for no further questions came. Michael was glad to play the role of "sad to be leaving" and accepted the farewell card signed by the rest of the class. He had to keep up the act when the bell for home rang out. He accepted a few personal goodbyes and then, with bag in hand, left and headed for the entrance hall. He slowly made his way outside and eventually met up with Emma and James. "I'm going to miss you bro," said James. "I mean it!" "I'm not going away. I'm just getting a new name," said Michael. "Keep quiet," said Emma. "Don't want anyone hearing you." "See you Saturday, Emma," said Amy and Jenny, as they passed them "See you," said Emma. "Might have our cousin over by then," smiled Amy. Emma just smiled back. As they arrived by the entrance gate, they noticed Liz standing by her car. They went over and noticed Andrew asleep in his baby chair on the back seat. James and Emma sat either side of him, while Michael took the passenger seat. "So, enjoy your last day?" asked Liz. "It was fun," said Michael. "But becoming Michelle will be more fun." "Well, you will be shortly," said Liz. "And just keep an eye on Andrew, please." James and Emma both turned to their younger brother, who was fast asleep. They headed not far from the school, to a small row of shops and offices. One was their port of call: a small solictors firm. Liz parked the car nearby and let the children out, before fetching the baby chair out. It had a handle attached, so that she could carry it about. "I'm going to need a pushchair soon," she said. "Andrew is putting on some weight." They all headed into the solicitors, and went up to the reception. "Liz Brook, here to discuss a name change for my one son," she told the receptionist. "Ah yes. Mr Warstone will be with you shortly," said the receptionist. They found some seats, but not enough. Emma and James remained standing, allowing Liz and Michael to sit. But they didn't wait long, as Mr Warstone called them into his office. "Hello Mrs Brook. Brought the family, I see?" he said. "Come on in." Liz and Michael took the two chairs by the desk. Emma and James stood behind. Andrew (still asleep) was placed on the floor by Liz's chair. "Had little choice. My husband is at work most of the time," said Liz. "This won't take long, will it?" It's a simple procedure," said Mr Warstone. "I just need the applicant's birth certificate." Liz took Michael's birth certificate from her handbag and placed it on the table. Mr Warstone retrieved some forms from a drawer and placed them before her. "So, what's the reason for this name change?" he asked. "My second son is going to become a girl, and the gender specialist ensists that he take a female name," said Liz. "Michael Edward Brook," said Mr Warstone, as he looked at Michael's certificate. "So, you're 6 ??" Liz was reading through the form and wondering when to begin. "You can start whenever you're ready," he told her. Liz carefully filled in the form, which required her signature, being that Michael was under 16. Michael watched as his new name was written in the required space. It was finally happening! He was soon to be Michelle! "I presume you want to be called Michelle?" said Mr Warstone to Michael. "Yes," smiled Michael. Liz gave the form to Mr Warstone, who filled in a few more details. He then looked it over, just to make sure everything was in order. "That's everything sorted," he said. "I'll send confirmation of the deed poll in the post, but I can say that the child beside you is now Michelle Elizabeth Brook." He handed Liz some papers though, just as a receipt. Liz looked at Michael, now Michelle. "You hear that? Michelle is now your official name," she smiled. Michelle didn't say a word. She was lost for words, but her smile told Liz everything. * * * Liz was fully aware that though her son had now got a female name, his birth certificate would still show him as male. But now, her son was to be referred to as a girl and to be treated as one. She decided on the way back home, to have Andrew's car seat in the front, next to her. Michelle didn't mind sitting in the back, but found herself sitting by the window, with Emma in the middle and James on the other side. "You're my sister for real now!" smiled Emma, giving Michelle a hug. "I don't feel any different though," replied Michelle. "No doubt you want to get into some girls clothes though?" said Liz. "Yes, I do," she smiled. "No more being a boy ever!" So, upon arriving home, Michelle took off her school uniform and put on something more fitting for a girl. She was about to return downstairs for her wig when Liz came into her room. "Just come to get your uniform," she said. "I'm hoping they don't change the design when Andrew starts in a few years time." Liz picked up the garments that made up Michelle's uniform and took them downstairs to wash. Michelle followed her and waited to have her wig fitted. "Hold on a sec, Andrew," said Liz, as the baby boy started to cry. She quickly adjusted Michelle's wig and let her tidy it up with the brush, before going to deal with Andrew. She picked him up and immediately knew what the problem was. It wasn't long before John arrived home from work. He found just Liz and Andrew in the living room. "Everything go ok?" he asked her. "Absolutely. Michelle is delighted to have her name made official," replied Liz. "She's upstairs if you want her." Michelle was in her room, along with Emma. The fact that there were 6 whole weeks without school now in front of them, was overlooked by Michelle's name change. Now she was looking to the further changes ahead. "All I need now is for my hair to get really long, and for my willy to disappear," she told Emma. "Of course you do sis, and they will happen," replied her sister. The door then opened and John appeared. "So, I hear a girl is pleased with her new name?" he asked. "Yes I am daddy! No more being a boy!" said Michelle in excited tones. "And I suppose you're ready for your party tomorrow?" he asked. "Yes daddy. But we haven't decided what to wear," said Emma. "You can soon sort that out, I hope?" he replied. "And no more school for 6 weeks. You must be pleased about that?" "We are daddy," said Michelle. "Ok. Now, if you want to see what the boxes in the spare room are, then follow me," said John. Emma and Michelle followed him to the spare room and waited for him to reveal the answer. "Ok, all these boxes, plus those two rolled up packs over there, are the pieces for a very big jigsaw," he said. "Hopefully, when put together, they'll look like a bunk bed." "A bunk bed!" said Michelle. "For us?" "But what about my bed?" asked Emma. "We'll just have to get rid of it," said John sadly. "But it will mean Michelle getting a bed in your room now." Michelle smiled some more. "Now, if you care to tidy up your room, I can get started on the building of this thing," he said. The girls set about getting their room tidy, which wasn't hard - it usually was tidy. But since they wouldn't be playing in their room for a good while, they gathered up their dolls and teddies and took them downstairs. John started work on the bed immediately, using the spare room as base. Then went about taking Emma's bed apart and put it outside their room. Now, all he had to do was take the parts of the bunk bed into their room. He took a break when Liz called him down for dinner. "I should have your bunk bed ready for tonight," he told the girls. "So, who wants the top bunk?" "Sis can have it," said Michelle. "I have said this before." "I remember now," said John. "Ok, that's sorted. Now, I wonder if a young girl would like a word with her cousin?" Michelle was all ears at this comment and immediately agreed. If there was anyone she wanted to tell about getting her new name, it was Jessica Smith. She followed John into the hallway where the phone was positioned. John dialled the number and waited. "Anne Smith here. Who's calling?" came the reply. "Hi Anne. It's John. I just want to know if Jessica is available to chat? I've got a young girl here who wants to speak to her." "Hold on a minute. I'll just get her," said Anne. John gave Michelle the phone and told her to wait. She soon got a reply. "Hello? Michelle, is that you?" came Jessica's voice. "Hello Jessica. Yes, it's me Michelle," said Michelle. "I just want to tell you that my name really is Michelle now and I'm having a party tomorrow to celebrate." "I'm so pleased for you," replied Jessica. "I'm having a party tomorrow too. I've been a girl for a whole year!" "Well, I'm a girl now, and I'm really happy. Though I'll be happier when I lose that thing between my legs" said Michelle. "I'll be happy to lose mine too," said Jessica. "Mommy says its only a few weeks to go before we meet again. I can't wait to see you. My sisters and I have got some new teddies that we would like you to meet." "I'll tell sis and we can bring our teddies with us. We can have a teddy bear picnic," said Michelle. "That would be fun," said Jessica. "Got to go. My daddy wants to finish our bunk bed. Sis and I are going to be sleeping in it tonight," said Michelle. "Ok," said Jessica. "Bye then. Can you give me a giggle please?" Michelle remembered that her giggle was well liked (except by James) and obliged. "Thank you!" said Jessica. "Bye!" "Bye," said Michelle. Michelle gave the phone back to John, who had a few more words with Anne before putting the phone down. "So, Jessica is having a party too?" he said, as he made his way upstairs. "Lots of parties going on, it seems?" Michelle just smiled and returned to the living room, where Emma was waiting.