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Michelle's Story - Part 24 John managed to get the bunk bed sorted in time for Emma and Michelle to use it that very night. They headed upstairs to see it in place long before they would turning in. "It's wonderful, daddy," said Emma. "Brilliant," said Michelle. "I have a bed in here at last!" "Yes you can," said John. "Now I'll just get your mom up here and she can get you a suitable duvet cover." Michelle's bed clothes thus far consisted of Ben 10, and more Ben 10. The obvious solution was to use a spare set belonging to Emma. They waited while John went downstairs and called Liz. Emma's new top bunk already had bed clothes (the ones she had been using of late). Michelle's bottom bunk just needed a pillow case and duvet case. The duvet and pillow were over to one side. "My life is really beginning," smiled Michelle. "I know I'm a girl now." "Yes you are sis, yes you are," said Emma, taking her in a hug. Liz was soon entering their room and admiring the bunk bed. "Well, I see I just need to do the one set of clothes," she said. "Michelle, come with me and see which bed clothes you would like." The bed clothes were all stored in John and Liz's room. Emma had two extra sets of clothes for her bed, hence the reason for Michelle to choose. "My Little Pony or Tinkerbell?" asked Liz, who had got the pillow cases out first. "Tinkerbell," replied Michelle. "Please, mommy." "Ok. Tinkerbell it is," said Liz. She put the My Little Pony pillow case back in the drawer and fetched out the Tinkerbell duvet cover. They were soon back in the girls room. "There we go," said Liz, as she finally put the duvet in its cover. "One more bed that is ready to sleep in." "Thank you mommy," said Michelle. Liz smiled and left the girls to play in their room. But they headed downstairs first, having taken all their dolls and teddies into the living room while their bunk bed was being assembled. When they had finished bringing them back up to their room, Michelle took her doll Victoria and showed her the new bed. "Here you are Victoria. Your mommy has a new bed, and you can sleep in it too." She then kissed the doll on the forehead and cradled her in her arms. Eventually, the time came for Michelle to get into her new bed for the first time. Using a bunk bed was nothing new, but a bunk bed that she shared with her older sister - that made it all the more special. Saturday came, and Emma and Michelle were told to take baths early on, in time for the party later. James was also asked to take one too. He was reminded that this party was to formally welcome Michelle as part of the family. But even so, it was just a gathering of the girls, with some food and drink afterwards. It was for that reason that James wasn't really interested. Emma and Michelle took their baths without question, and wore the dresses that they had got from Gateshead during the half term break. They were both wearing hair bands to match. "Well, it's your first full day as Michelle, sweetheart," said Liz. "Bet you felt good having a bed in a girls room?" "Yes mommy. It was brilliant," smiled Michelle. The other girls were not due to arrive until the afternoon, giving Liz a chance to prepare some food for the party. Emma and Michelle decided to stop downstairs and watch the television. James was taking his bath. With John at work, Liz had the house and kids to herself. As well as preparing the food, she had Andrew to look after as well. "Mommy! James is finished in the bath," called Emma. Emma and Michelle were in a better position to hear James' calls from upstairs than Liz, hence Emma passing the message on. "Ok son, I'm coming," called Liz. The girls were watching My Little Pony, and it was proving that Michelle was becoming fond of cartoons that were aimed at girls. Emma was giving her a lesson on the characters. "Can't you watch something less soft?" said James, as he arrived in the living room with a towel around his waist. "Nice skirt, bro," said Emma cheekily. "It's a towel!" he replied. He sat down and started to get dried. Liz was soon joining them, with a clean set of clothes for him. "But seriously, can we watch something else?" he added. "Oh let them watch it," said Liz. "Just concentrate on drying yourself and getting dressed." She went back to preparing the food and looking after Andrew. Once the My Little Pony mini marathon was over, Emma and Michelle went upstairs, giving James a chance to watch something more to his liking. It wasn't long before the guests did start turning up. Amy and Jenny were the first to arrive, and Caroline, their mother, came in for a few minutes. "Hi Emma, Michelle," said Amy, hugging them in turn. Her sister Jenny followed suit and hugged them warmly too. "So, I presume that Michelle is actually called Michelle now?" asked Caroline. "That's right," said Liz. "Did it yesterday afternoon after school." "So, you have a girls name at last!" smiled Jenny. "Yes. No more boys name, no more boys clothes, no more stupid boys haircuts," smiled Michelle. "So, what are we doing first?" asked Amy. "Waiting for the others," said Emma. The others were soon arriving, and were also very happy that Michelle was now free to be a girl all the time. "Have we got all of you here now?" asked Liz. "I think so," said Emma. "Amy, Jenny, Louise, Becky, Maddy and Lucy." "Ok. I've still got some food to prepare," said Liz. "Go upstairs for a while." "Yes, come on," said Michelle. "I've got a bed at last." The girls were keen to see this, and followed Michelle and Emma upstairs. * * * "Wow, you're right," said Jenny. "So Michelle, are you top or bottom?" "Bottom," said Michelle. "I don't like top. Too high." "So, are you really a girl now?" asked Becky. "I've still got my boy bits," sighed Michelle. "But I can grow my hair long now, and I don't have to wear boys clothes." "It means she doesn't have to pretend to be a boy anymore," said Amy. "And that is what the party is all about," said Lucy. "So, anyone want to play games?" asked Emma. "Yes, but can I sit up there?" asked Maddy, pointing to the top bunk. "Go ahead," said Emma. "It's not too bad." Emma, Maddy and Amy all decided to climb up to the top bunk and sat on the edge. The others remained on the floor or sat on Michelle's bed. But sitting on the bottom bunk meant they couldn't speak face to face with those on the top. So, in the end, they all sat on the floor or on the bottom bunk. "Top bed isn't really that good for talking on then," sighed Maddy. "Well, lets get started then," said Emma. "Sis is having her first visit to the hairdressers on Wednesday. Hopefully, her hair will start to look girly." "And short," sighed Michelle. "But daddy wants to take a photo of me every week without my wig, just so I can see how my hair is growing." "At least you have the wig," smiled Lucy. "It makes you look like a girl for now." "But it will be better when her own hair is long," said Louise. "I agree," said Becky. "It should feel much better than that wig." To help pass more time, they went into details on what they were doing over the summer holidays. The talk of Emma and Michelle attending their aunts' wedding in a few weeks had already been talked about, never mind spending an entire holiday in Scarborough with them. "Well, we're going to Blackpool," said Amy. "It's a long way, says daddy," said Jenny. "And its got a big tower." "I think we've been there," said Emma. "But it was a few years ago." "I can't remember," said Michelle, thus proving Emma's point. The others were also going to seaside resorts for their holidays, all in the north of England. Louise and Becky were also going to Blackpool too, but on a different week. Maddy was going to Skegness, and Lucy was going to Southport. They were soon into their usual routine of playing with their dolls (the other girls had brought their favourite dolls with them.). This soon passed the time and before long, Liz had entered with some crisps and cups of pop, just to give them something to eat until the main party food later. They had to wait for John to arrive home from work first. James was watching the television, hoping that the channels would provide him with some holiday entertainment, but it was not to be. It was the normal story for the terrestrial channels, with their usual selection of done to death programmes. He went to the movie channels to see if there was anything worth watching, but found nothing. He soon wandered off to the DVD collection for a better choice. It didn't bother Liz too much what he watched. She was busy in the kitchen preparing food, making sandwiches and baking a cake. She also had Andrew to keep an eye on. There was no knowing when he would need feeding or want his nappy changed. But she did find some free time. With practically all the food done (except the cake), she went to the living room and sat down. With James watching one of his football DVDs, she picked up one of her magazines and started to read it. "When the girls come down later, I want you turn that off please," she told him. "Oh alright," he sighed. Liz was grateful that Andrew remained silent for the duration of the cake baking. But she had barely taken it from the oven, when he started crying. "Ok, I'm coming!" she said, as she lifted him from his cot and took him upstairs. It was all about waiting for John to come home. Only when he arrived, could the party really begin. Still, Liz had time to decorate the cake, having given Andrew a clean nappy. The cake wasn't going to have candles on it, but it was a celebration cake all the same. Liz was quite good at decorating cakes, and she made light work of piping icing onto the top. "There. Done," she said to herself, as she admired her own handy work. "Just got to wait for John to get back." It was still another two hours before he did. The girls upstairs had been eagerly (and impatiently) awaiting his return. At the sound of the front door, Emma and Michelle ran downstairs to greet him. "You're back daddy!" they cried. "Now we can have the party!" "Getting impatient, are we?" he replied. "Just wait a few minutes, and we can get started." He quickly went upstairs while Emma and Michelle went into the living room. They were soon joined by the other girls. James, who was now watching the television, having finished watching his DVD, could only watch as the room was invaded by girls. "Ok, no giggling," he said. "No giggling?" asked Louise. "Whats wrong with giggling?" "Oh, never mind James," said Liz. "He thinks its catching." "Ok girls. Let's start giggling," said Becky. James made a run for the stairs, resulting in the girls laughing instead. He was soon back though, when he realised he'd been had. Even Liz had to smile. "Not funny!" he said. "You did that on purpose!" "Oh calm down son," said Liz. "Food will be served soon." John was soon back in the living room, having removed his tie and changed his shirt. "Well, we know this isn't a birthday as such," he said. "But more a way of saying welcome to our new daughter." Michelle was now at the centre of the group of girls, and feeling slightly abashed. John went up to her and crouched down. "I know you became a girl full time on Friday, but welcome to the family, Michelle," he said. Michelle accepted the invite of an hug. "Thank you daddy," she said. "Now, lets have three cheers for Michelle," he said, getting to his feet. "Hip hip. Hooray!" Everyone joined in, including James. Afterwards, everyone took it in turns to give her hugs. James kept his promise too, but saved his hug till last. "Ok, lets get started on the food," said Liz. Everyone went into the kitchen and picked up a paper plate. Michelle was allowed to go round and pick up food first, but it wasn't long before many hands were reaching out for sandwiches, crisps and sausage rolls among other things. The cakes and sweets were to be served later. While everyone ate, Liz arranged for a DVD to be put on - one that the girls would enjoy. James sat to one side with his knees up, using them to prop up a book as he ate. "Are we having any party games?" asked Amy. "Got none planned," said John. "But we can play some music you can dance to later." James overheard and his mind was already thinking of what to do in his room. * * * When the DVD had finished, and everyone had eaten their fill of sandwiches and other savouries (Liz brought the plates in to the living room and offered more to those who wanted it.), they were told to go back to the kitchen for cakes and desserts. Liz had brought out the plates of small cakes and biscuits, and put the larger cake in the middle. Michelle looked at it and read it. She smiled. "Michelle Brook - a girl at last." "I thought you'd like it," said Liz. John had got his camera at the ready, and asked Michelle to stand with the large cake. "Ok, smile, sweetheart," he said. Michelle held the large cake and smiled. She then placed it back on the table before she dropped it. All the other girls wanted to look at the cake too, before it was cut and served. They were given the opportunity to do so, before being told to fill their plates with cakes and biscuits. Soon, they were back in the living room eating once more. Another DVD was put on, just to entertain them as they ate. Liz was having to eat and feed almost at the same time, as she paused from eating her own food, to give Andrew his bottle. James was wondering when to make a retreat to his room. He wasn't keen on the first DVD that had been played, and this second one ranked alongside it in his opinion. For now, he just had to focus once more on his book and eat his plate of food. It had to be agreed that it was a different sort of party. But Michelle couldn't complain. It was about her becoming a girl full time, and she had her friends with her. The only things that could make her happier would be to have her own hair long and to have her penis taken away. When everyone had cleared their plates for a second time, the girls were gathered together for a group photo. Michelle was at the front, with Emma beside her. With the photo taken, he went and put his camera aside and went over to the music centre. This was James' cue to head upstairs, and much to his relief, he wasn't opposed in any way. So, with some suitable music playing, the girls took the opportunity to do some dancing, with John and Liz watching on. "Well, her journey has really begun now," said Liz. "And she sure is happy." "She'll be even happier when she gets her girl bits," said John. "Well, most of them," said Liz. "But she'll be a girl on the outside for sure." "I'm going to start a photo album for her," added John. "One to chart her journey. That group photo and the one with the cake can be the first." "What about the ones that will chart her hair growth?" asked Liz. "I'll do the first one tonight, when she takes her wig off," said John. The girls danced to the music for over an hour, and were glad of the rest when it finished. Another music CD was put on, but they decided to listen to it only. By now, the time was getting on, and soon parents were arriving to pick them up. Emma and Michelle stood by the front door to say goodbye as they left. Maddy made her goodbyes known too, just to make a point to her mom. She gave them each hugs - very enthusiastic ones. Soon, all their friends had gone. "Well Michelle. Did you enjoy your party?" asked Liz. "Loved it. But my birthday party will be better," she replied. "Because Jessica will be here." "We don't know yet," said John. "And since both of you want Jessica and her sisters at your parties, it might be a bit too much for them." Michelle and Emma were slightly puzzled. "Your birthdays are just weeks apart, and Jessica does live a long way away," said Liz. "But they may yet come," said Emma. "We went to theirs." "We'll see. I'm sure they want to come," said John. When the time came for them to go to bed, the girl were already in their room. Michelle was aware that her wig would need removing first, so was expecting Liz to come in and remove it for her. She wasn't expecting John, however. "Michelle. I want to take a picture of you without your wig," he said. "I forgot about that daddy," she replied. "No problem," he said. "Bring your hairbrush down with you, please." Emma was content to stay put while Michelle went downstairs for her first hair photo. In the living room, Liz was waiting to do her usual chore. She smiled as Michelle sat by her and prepared for the wig to be removed. "Don't worry. Your hair is now free to grow long, just as you want it to." She removed the wig and hairnet, then took the hairbrush and gave her hair a brush. "Ok, just sit still and look at the camera," said John, who was now crouching. Michelle did as she was told, and gave a weak smile. "Cheer up a bit. You're a girl now," said John. Michelle did smile some more, and the photo was taken. "Ok. I might take another on Wednesday, after your visit to the hairdressers," he added. "Then I'll do one every week." "How long for?" asked Michelle. "Until your hair is really long," he replied. Michelle sighed. She knew that long hair was a long way off. "Michelle. This is just the start of your journey to becoming a girl," he added. "Your Aunt Sally had to wait a while too, but look at her. You are going to have long hair eventually, and you'll look beautiful for it." Michelle just smiled and gave John a hug. "Time for bed now," he said. "Got a trip to the doctors on Monday, and then the hairdressers on Wednesday. And then the wedding to look forward too." Michelle went upstairs, followed by Liz. Like Emma, she welcomed a goodnight kiss from her mom. When Liz came down a few minutes later, she looked at the wig. They had recently acquired a foam head to place it on, and she just looked at it. "I'm wondering what to do with this for the wedding," she said. "Michelle will be wearing it for sure, but I'm just thinking it would be best if it was kept like this." "You what?" asked John, who had picked up the newspaper again. "This wig. I think it would be best if it stayed like this for the wedding, or at least avoided the hairsalon," said Liz. "But I don't know what the other girls will be having done to their hair." "We'll find out soon enough," said John. Sunday was a quiet day by comparison. Unsurprising, as nothing had been planned. Michelle was relieved (as always) to have her wig put on, as the feeling of hair framing her face felt wonderful. She just couldn't wait for it to be her own hair doing this. She spent most of the day in her room, playing with Emma, but trips downstairs were sometimes necessary, and when it was required to make such a trip to collect some sandwiches for lunch, she found her dad reviewing the photos on his camera whilst sitting by the computer. "What are you doing daddy?" she asked. "I'm just about to create a photo album on our computer, just for your hair photos," he replied. "Now, if you look at the photo I took yesterday, there is the date in the bottom corner. It will allow me to sort out the photos when I put them in the album." She took the camera and looked at the photo of herself. The date was indeed in the bottom corner. "When I get enough photos, I'll do a slide show for you," he added. "Whats that?" she asked. "It allows you to view each photo in turn. You'll then notice how your hair is growing," he said. "But we'll need loads of photographs." She went back to the settee, sat down, and continued to eat her sandwiches. She was looking forward to seeing this slide show, even if it would be a while before she could see it. * * * Monday came, and busy was once again the word. Liz was left with the task of looking after 4 children, and complete an appointment with a gender specialist. "Here's the appointment card," said John, as he left for work that morning. "I imagine he'll want to see her often too, now that she's full time." "Ok," said Liz. "Just wondering how much there is to do in Wallsend?" "Teach the kids Latin," said John. "Oh yeah, very funny," she smiled. She was taking them out for the day, and using the Metro to get there. But Wallsend wasn't very big, and she wondered if taking them elsewhere later in the day might be a good idea. But first, she had to get them ready. They needed to get to Wallsend early too, as she wasn't sure how far the clinic was from the Metro station. She had the address on a piece of paper, and was hoping that her faint knowledge of Wallsend would be suffice. After getting them to eat their breakfast, and giving Andrew his bottle and a nappy change, she got them to put their coats on and wait by the door. She was with them moments later, pushing Andrew's pram. "Ok, lets go," she said. The Metro station wasn't too far from their house, which was useful. The service wasn't bad either, with trains being frequent. So, reaching Wallsend was quite fairly easy and quick. The only snag was that Wallsend station was a fair distance from the shops. It was upon reaching the station that John's comments about Latin became clear: the signs on the station were written in both English and Latin. "All because this was the easternmost point of Hadrian's Wall," said Liz. "Yes, your father told me." James was trying his best to read the signs, but gave up. The main reason was that Liz wanted to find the gender clinic sooner rather than later. "Lucky that your father put some directions on here," she told the children. "But I still need to find the starting point." Despite her concerns, they found the first street easily enough, and not before long (though the children were keen for a rest), they reached the clinic. "We've arrived 45 minutes early," she said. "Never mind. Better than being late." But the children did mind being early. They were a good distance from any shops and they wanted to sit down. "Ok, we'll find somewhere to sit," said Liz. "Now, is there a newsagents anywhere?" Being as the area they were in was mainly housing, a newsagent or general store was bound to be nearby. She went looking for one, with the children having to follow. There was one of the latter, and it sold groceries, newspapers and magazines. She took them inside and bought them crisps. In letting them choose which flavours they wanted, resulted in some time being spent. By the time they had left and found a wall to sit on, there was just over 20 minutes left to wait. And they spent some of that time eating their crisps. "Finished?" she asked them, when it appeared that they were near to doing so. They took their empty packets to a nearby bin and they headed back towards the clinic. Liz had taken the opportunity to see if Andrew was hungry, but he was fast asleep. "If he's hungry, he'll cry," she smiled. Once back at the clinic, Liz led them inside and asked them to sit down in the reception area. She then went over to the reception desk. "Liz Brook. I've come to see Dr. Young about my daughter, Michelle," she told the receptionist. "I presume you mean Michael Brook?" asked the receptionist, after she had checked her computer. "Yes. We've just had her name officially changed," said Liz. "Ok. That's fine. Brought the family?" she replied. "Husband is at work, and the kids are off school," said Liz. "So, no alternative." "Well, please take a seat, and Dr. Young will see you shortly." Liz sat by the children and moved the pram into a position that wouldn't cause any obstructions. For now, they just sat and waited. The place wasn't busy, as there was only one other person waiting. Eventually, a man appeared in the reception. "Michael Brook," he called. "That's us," said Liz. "Come on kids." "Got the family?" said Dr. Young, as he led them to his office. "School holidays," said Liz. "Now, whatever you do, don't touch anything!" Emma and James took note. They all managed to get into the office, with Liz and Michelle taking the two seats and James and Emma standing directly behind them. The pram was placed by Liz's seat. "Well, quite a family, I see?" said Dr. Young. "Now, I take it that you're Michael's mother?" "I am. Elizabeth Brook, and these are my other children: James, my oldest, Emma, and baby Andrew," said Liz. "And by the way, Michael is now officially called Michelle. We haven't had the official paperwork through yet, but heres the preliminary papers." She took some papers from her handbag and handed them to Dr. Young. "Ok. So, Michelle is now living full time?" asked Dr. Young. "Yes. She starts her second year in September as a girl. Just had to sort a few things concerning her wig," said Liz. "Such as?" "She's wearing it while her own hair grows out, but its just about making sure no one at the school knows that its a wig." "Oh, I see," said Dr. Young. "So, Michelle. Lets have a few words with you." Michelle seemed ready to answer his questions. "I take it that going to school as a girl is something you're looking forward to?" he asked. "Yes, it is," she replied. "I can finally speak to my friends in class." "Couldn't you before?" "No, because they're girls," said Michelle. "Girls only talk with girls." "Oh, is this true?" he asked Liz. "It appears to be so," said Liz. "She did have one boy as a friend, but he left before Easter. Since then, she has sat with two girls who are friends with her, but has had to keep it quiet." "She sat with me outside during breaktimes," said Emma. "But only because I'm her sister." "And I'm in juniors," said James. "So I couldn't sit with him, I mean her." "A bit harsh having gender segregation at this age. Is this the idea of the teachers?" asked Dr. Young. "I don't think so," said Liz. "More society's fault, I reckon. You know how it is: girls like dolls and clothes, while boys like football and action toys." "So, when you do go back to school, you'll be able to have these friends to talk to?" he asked Michelle. "Yes," she replied. "So, I presume they know that you're a boy?" "They know that I'm a girl," replied Michelle. Dr. Young just smiled. That answered his question. "They know about Michelle," said Emma. "I made them swear not to tell anyone else." "They see Michelle as a girl now, and nothing else," said Liz. "That is good to hear," said Dr. Young. "Children do tend to be more open minded, unlike adults." "Well, the one parent seems intent to disbelieve that Michelle is a girl, while her daughter thinks otherwise," said Liz. "This parent isn't out to out Michelle, by any chance?" "She has vowed to keep quiet. It's just her stubborn refusal to see that Michelle is a girl," said Liz. "As long as Michelle's identity is kept secret, she should be ok in passing. She certainly looks the part to me," said Dr. Young. "Well, seeing that she is now going to live full time as a girl, I just need you to understand that this means her going out as a girl, living every day as a girl." "Oh we know that," said Liz. "Next month, we're heading to the Midlands for a wedding. Michelle and Emma are to be bridesmaids." "Well, theres something," said Dr. Young. "Understanding family, I presume?" "Very much so," said Liz. "For another of the bridesmaids is transgendered too." "If I remember rightly, your husband told me that Michelle had a transgendered cousin during her first visit," said Dr. Young. "You're correct," said Liz. "The other bridesmaids are cousins, and one is the one you just mentioned. My husband's sister is a post-op transsexual too." "So, Michelle is the third case in the family?!" asked Dr. Young, amazed. "Yes," smiled Liz. "Pretty unusual, don't you think?" "Very," said Dr. Young. "So, back to Michelle. I'll need to see her every six months, just to see how she is coping. I'll arrange for visits to be on a Saturday, just so that she doesn't miss school." "Thank you," said Liz. "So, next time would be January?" "End of July, plus six months, is end of January," said Dr. Young. "You're right. I'll get the appointment arranged." "So, anything else?" asked Liz. "Not really," said Dr. Young. "It's clear for now that Michelle is happy as a girl, and I imagine she will be for the foreseeable future." "Well, we'll see you again in January then," said Liz, shaking Dr. Young's hand. "Bye then. Look after your new sister then," said Dr. Young, directing his last words to James. James just smiled. After saying goodbyes, Liz and the children were back in the reception. After collecting the appointment from the receptionist, they were soon outside and heading for the shops. * * * It was a good walk to the shops, but as Liz feared, there wasn't much variety. Still, they went around the shops, looking to see if there were some of interest. There were some, but not many. They did have to find toilets, especially as Andrew did need a nappy change. Their only other main stop was at a cafe to have something to eat. "Ok, choose what you want, and don't make it too expensive," said Liz, as the children started perusing the childrens menu. But all the meals on the child menu were the same price. The child menu also offered the choice of baked beans or peas, something that adult menus rarely did. With Emma not liking the latter, this would prove a problem in a few years time. "So, what was the meaning of seeing that doctor if sis isn't getting any medicine?" asked James, once they had chosen their meals. "If I remember your Aunt Sally saying, your cousin Jessica won't be getting any medicine until she is 11. But that medicine will only stop her from being a boy," replied Liz. She kept her voice down, just so that no one close by could hear. "But why not now?" asked James. "Michelle wants to be a girl now." "Keep your voice down," said Liz. "The reason is that the law forbids it. Michelle will have the first medicine when she is around 11, and the second medicine, which will make her a girl, when she is 16." "But I'm only 6," said Michelle, disappointedly. "Another 5 years for the one medicine and another 10 years for the other?!" "At least your hair will be long by then," said Emma. "But why does she need 2 medicines for?" asked James. "The first is to stop her growing into a man," said Liz. "Stop her voice from getting deeper, stop her from getting a beard, and stop hair growing all over her body." "And the second?" asked James. "Give her breasts, wider hips and a bigger bum," said Liz. James smirked at the latter part, but Liz's face halted him in his tracks. "Think a big bum is funny. You'll think they're cute one day," said Liz. "On him," smiled Emma. James looked at her in disgust. "Now, now," said Liz. "Here's your dinners by the way. Now just concentrate on eating them." As they ate their dinners, Michelle posed another question. "Why does the doctor want to keep seeing me, if I have to wait such a long time for the medicine?" "He just wants to see if you're coping as a girl. You may want to change your mind," said Liz. "No. I'm not changing my mind. I'm a girl," she said crossly. "We know you are, but keep your voice down," said Liz. "I imagine Jessica feels the same way too." As they were near to finishing their meals, Liz decided to discuss Wednesday. "James. I know you'll dislike this, but you'll have to come with us to the hairdressers on Wednesday," she said. "I will be taking you to the barbers though." "I'm not going to the barbers though, am I?" asked Michelle. "I haven't got a choice," said Liz. "Since your dad doesn't get home till after 5:00pm, there isn't anything I can do." "Put it this way, sis," said James. "I'll have to wait in the hairdressers for you." Michelle knew that James had a point. As much as she didn't want to go to the barbers, he felt the same way about going to the hairdressers. Having finished their meals, they left the cafe and decided to have one last look around the shops before heading back to the Metro station. On the way back, Liz noticed a large supermarket nearby and took them inside, knowing that it was the type that sold a lot more than just groceries. There was a toy aisle, but it didn't have much. Still, it got the interest of the children. "I wonder if we'll ever get a baby teddy?" asked Emma, as she and Michelle looked at the small number of soft toys on sale. Her own teddy was still "pregnant" with a rolled up sock under her dress. "I hope so," said Michelle. "My teddy wants to be a daddy." "And Henry wants to be an uncle," smiled Emma. Henry, James' former bear, was one of only two "male" toys in their room. Michelle's bear Teddy, was the other. "We'll find you a baby teddy. That's a promise," said Liz. "Perhaps one of those teddy bear factory shops may have one." "I suppose," said Emma. "We may find one while we're on holiday," said Liz. "Or when we visit your cousins for the wedding." "I'm looking forward to seeing Jessica again," said Michelle. "I thought you'd say that," said Liz. "Now, can we have a look round the rest of the store please?" Michelle and Emma agreed, but James needed more persuasion. He did come eventually, and he spoke to Michelle. "You didn't have many cars, did you?" he asked her. "Cars?" she replied. "Ben 10 ones," he said. "Actually, you didn't have many playsets." "Well, I was more interested in getting the figures," said Michelle. "But as they're yours now, you ask mommy and daddy for a car." They continued to follow Liz around the supermarket, and she headed over to the dairy aisle to pick up some yoghurts for later. "We'll go straight home after I've paid for these," she said. "You can eat them when we get back." She also went to the bakery aisle and picked up a bag of jam doughnuts too. Having followed her through the checkout, they all made the short walk to the station and waited for the train to take them home. When they eventually arrived home, Liz gave them their yoghurts and a spoon, while she went upstairs to check Andrew's nappy once more. For the remainder of the day, it was the usual peace and quiet, with Emma and Michelle playing in their room, and James watching the television. Only when John arrived back from work later that afternoon, did the monotony end. "So, how was the appointment?" he asked. "It went well," said Liz. "I trust it was meant to be all routine? I just told him that Michelle was now living full time." "That was all he wanted to know," said John. "I did explain later, to the children, that Michelle won't receive treatment till she's older," said Liz. "You're right," he replied. "I've heard that this is the routine in all cases, and since they can't prescribe hormones till the onset of puberty, all they can do is monitor the child's progress in their chosen life." "I've explained the situation for Wednesday. James seems a little put off by going to the hairdressers, while Michelle is not keen on going to the barbers," said Liz. "Can't be helped. At least she's not having her hair cut there," said John. "Oh well, so anything else to report?" "I bought dinner for the children and I whilst we were there, so I've only got you to cook for." "If thats the case, just do me something simple," he said. "Ok. Eggs, beans and chips do you?" "Yes, that'll do," he replied. He picked up the newspaper and began to read. He was interrupted by the telephone ringing. "I've got it," he called, as he went to take it. "Hi, who is it?" "John, it's Anne. We've arranged the day for the dress fitting. 10th August, that ok?" said Anne. "Ok, so we need to set out on Wednesday. Ok, thanks for the call," he replied. "Bye." "Bye John," said Anne. John returned to the living room and explained things. "So, we'll be visiting your aunts and cousins for a few days," he told the children. "And you'll be seeing them again less than a week later." Emma and Michelle were delighted at this news, for the birthday party trip back in March had been for just two nights. They were really looking forward to meeting their cousins again.