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Chapter 1 I cycled steadily in Si?n's slipstream. I felt the warm, balmy summer air pressing on my face and blowing the few strands of my chestnut brown hair not contained in the cycle helmet. I felt a little trickle of sweat roll down my back. Once again the UK summer was following its predictable pattern, hot weather at the same time as end of school exams. Si?n upped his pace a little as we swept round the last long corner of the minor road before the final short stretch to my house. I quickened my pedalling. I knew that he was glancing at me waiting for my move as usual confident that his greater strength would enable him to run down any brief advantage I took by sprinting past. Although it was still a quarter of a mile to the slight dip in the road which was the normal place to begin the race for home. A green pickup overtook us and buffeted us momentarily. Without thinking of the implications and to Si?n's complete surprise I slipped my bike past his and into the vehicle's slipstream. I sprinted as hard as I could taking advantage of the momentary lull in wind resistance. I was 50 metres down the road before Si?n looked up and noticed that I was somehow in front rather than behind of him. "Hey you cheat, I'll get you for that!" he shouted after me as he stood up in his saddle and started sprinting after me. "Have to catch me first"?, I muttered to myself as I redoubled my efforts to try and make it to the house gate first. The house gate rushed up towards me while I heard the sound of Si?n's heavy breathing and bike noise getting nearer as his greater strength had its effect. He was just about to pass me when with a final extra effort I sped forward and through the gate breaking to a stop 20 metres up the drive. "Don't know how you do it nearly every time, Celyn," he replied, laughing. "You know I'm going to miss these races next year. Are you sure you won't come back to school in the autumn? We're going to miss you on the football* and cricket teams"? "Sorry, you know I prefer the courses at the local college to do my 'A' Levels"?** "Yes I know, it's a shame though. Better go I guess, 'rents will want to organise some sort of celebration for the end of the exams. See you Sunday?"? "Sure, the weather looks good for a 50k"? Si?n looked at me and made a slight movement towards me, I felt myself wanting to move towards him as if we were about to hug. He stopped himself and shook his head as if to doubt his actions. With a final wave he mounted his bike, rode out of the gate and resumed his journey along the road. I locked my bike away on its stand in the garage, took the key from my bike bag and opened the side door to the house. I picked up the post that had arrived after everyone had left the house that morning, and, after checking that there was nothing for me, put it on the small side table. I saw that the answer phone light was flashing. I pressed the switch to retrieve the messages. There were two, one from my sister to say that she couldn't come down from university this evening for the meal my parents had arranged for my end of exam celebration, I was a little disappointed, but not surprised given her hectic social life. The other was a brief one from Mum to remind me to wear the new clothes we had bought last weekend. I smiled. I walked up to my room and deposited my bike/school bag with a tinge of regret. The college was too far to be able to cycle there so that was the end of an era. I collected two clean bath towels from the cupboard. I was just about to walk out through my bedroom door to the bathroom when I noticed the calendar and in particular a red ring around today's date. "Damn," I thought to myself, "one of THOSE Fridays"?. I put one of my towels on the bed and prepared for my biweekly chore. I peeled my cycling top and shorts off and put them in the dirty clothes basket, next my T-shirt and underpants. I took the tub of lube and rubbed some around the edge of my vagina as I slowly, painfully, eased the prosthetic penis out and pulled down the straps that held it in place. Something I wouldn't miss having to do in the future. I unzipped the super support sports bra. I massaged my breasts, sore after being constricted for most of the day. As a caressed my nipples I suddenly had an image of Si?n and I felt them enlarge. I stopped in shock. I lay down on the towel took out my next to largest stent and dilated myself with that one and then the largest one for the next half hour. I felt myself thinking about Si?n again and soon I was playing with my breasts and getting aroused. I removed the stent and reached over to my bedside drawers for my vibrator. Very soon I felt a powerful wave of pleasure come over me. In the shower a little later I pondered the strangeness of masturbating thinking about Si?n. He was my best friend and now I was having sexual feelings about him. I dried, powdered and sprayed and then put my new bra and panty set on. The bra was underwired and made my average sized breasts look quite large, it frightened me really. I wasn't keen about how the bra seemed to make them stand out so much. I put my pink dressing gown on and did my makeup, I had received plenty of lessons from my Mum and my sister over the last year and a half and could do a pretty good job of it now, even though this was something else I wasn't at all keen on. Breasts and makeup I would do without if I had the choice which, I reflected, I didn't really have. The phone rang. I rushed downstairs to hear the answer phone clicking in and my mother speaking. "Sorry Celyn something major has come up at work and your Dad and myself will have to stay late to finish it off. But we will have a lot more time on the weekend now and we'll have our celebration tomorrow. See you later"? I cursed, all this effort of dressing up and now I would have to do it again tomorrow. The doorbell rang. I wandered over to the door still lost in my frustration at the evening being altered and all this pointless preparation. I opened the door absentmindedly. Si?n stood there, still in his cycling kit. He was looking at the garden. "Hi Celyn my Dad is not well so I am free and wondered if you wanted to.............................."? He stopped talking and stared at me with my made up face, and obvious curves under the dressing gown. "Why are you dressed as a girl? What's this all about?" He asked in a strange, slightly angry tone. I dropped my dressing gown and looked at Si?n in the eye, waiting a moment to catch his gaze as his eyes wandered over my body. "I've got breasts and no penis so I must BE a girl!" I said loudly, as I gestured at my bra and panties. He stood there and stared at me in utter shock. *(soccer) **('A' Levels = advanced level courses done at 18) Chapter 2 I kicked the ball past the last defender on the right of the field and moved with it, at top speed, towards the goal. For, what felt like, the twentieth time in the game I was tackled illegally from behind by the other, bulky defender. The small crowd of our supporters roared 'foul!' The referee blew his whistle and called for a free kick. Si?n helped me up and asked me if I felt OK to take the kick. I rubbed the latest bruise on my leg and nodded. I wasn't going to miss this for the world. I placed the ball on the ground. Our opponents were wasting as much time as possible on setting up the defensive wall. They didn't want to concede a goal now as a drawn game would give them the league title. Eventually all was set. I looked at all the players' positions and knew that my kick would have to be perfect to be successful. I ran up and kicked the ball with the inside of my boot, the vicious swerve I gave it took it round the defensive wall and past the despairing reach of the goalkeeper into the top corner. Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I turned round to look at Si?n, but strangely instead of Si?n the face of Ryan Giggs beamed back at me and the small crowd in the sports field had turned into 70,000 in Old Trafford. I basked in the adulation but the cheers somehow turned into jeers and the shout of 'Celyn's a girl' started to ring through the crowd. The ringing increased in volume as my dream faded away, I opened an eye and looked at my CD/alarm clock. I reached over and fumbled with the music off switch. By the time I had managed to locate it, well hidden on the clock's side, I had been forced to open a second eye and all hopes of returning to my dream of sporting achievement had disappeared. I cursed the clock manufacturers for their cunning design, which had once again succeeded. The clock read 8am. I lay on my back and thought back to that fateful game and remembered how the joy of the final result had so soon after turned into the pain and anguish that had started me on my unexpected journey. I sat up in my bed and the jiggle of my breasts at this sudden movement reminded me of where I had come so far in my journey while the cool morning air on my bare legs reminded me of my mother's wish to clothe me in completely female clothing. I would have to persuade her that girls could wear PJ's as well as nightdresses. I grabbed my dressing gown and after locating my (pink!) slippers walked downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. I sat at the table eating my cornflakes and glanced at the main stories in the newspaper. I thought back to the night before and sitting in the same chair opposite Si?n at the breakfast table. It had taken almost an hour, after his initial shock at seeing my female form, to explain everything to him. In the end he told me that he thought I was very brave and that he would like to help in any way possible. I had then put on a blouse and skirt, the only type of casual clothes that I possessed, and we'd played Wii Sports. When my parents had finally arrived, my father had taken Si?n and bike home while I had had to explain to my Mum how I was wearing these clothes in the company of Si?n. Somehow or other we had ended up watching Titanic for the nth time on cable sharing a box of paper tissues between us - female hormones! The phone rang. "You ready?" was Si?n's first sentence. "And good morning to you Si?n," I replied in a jokey, sarcastic voice "Are you ready?" he repeated, with a little more urgency. "I think the job of Polly Parrot has now been filled. Ready for what Si?n?" "Are you ready to go?" "You've lost me completely Si?n, ready to go where?" "To the game! The final of the youth cricket cup, we promised we'd play now that our exams are over," he replied with a tone of frustration. "Oh ssuuuuugggggaaaarrrr! What time do we have to be there?" "25 minutes, I'm leaving now I'll be with you in 10" I ran upstairs, zipped myself into my super flat sports bra, then the addition of a tight T-shirt and loose cricket sweater concealed my upper half. I pulled my jock strap on and stuffed the prosthetic inside, no time to put it on properly. Hair into an untidy male pony tail and having put on my cricket trousers, socks and shoes in record time I made it to the door just as Si?n knocked. "Hi," I said slightly out of breath from the rush downstairs. "Nail Varnish!!" "Do you want some nail varnish Si?n, you surprise me" "No you dipstick," said Si?n in exasperation, "you are still wearing it from yesterday and as you hopefully realise it's not the usual Aberllwyd youth cricket team kit" I ran back into my bedroom and in record time had removed the bulk of the offending colour, well at least enough to pass anything but the closest inspection. We arrived at the ground, via various bike short cuts, just as the coach was finishing his team talk. "Thought you two were not honouring us with your presence," he commented acidly despite our fulsome apologies Neither of us had played for weeks because of our school exams. This was the final game of the youth season, the team for 16-17 year olds. If we could beat the team from Cwm Gwyddon then we would win the youth title, the first time for many years. The game ebbed and flowed. First our opening batsmen started brightly scoring well but then the two big, clearly overage players in my opinion, players started bowling fast, hard and dirty. We quickly lost wickets and the scoring rate slowed. Si?n revived our scoring for a while before he was hit in the chest by a vicious delivery by one of the overage players. Soon it was my turn to bat and there were only 3 of us left to try and achieve a reasonable score. The bowler looked at me in contempt as I walked to face his bowling. I was by 3-4 inches shorter than everyone else on the pitch. He thundered down to bowl and sent down one to hit me in the head. He was about to yell in triumph until, at the last moment, I stepped inside the flight and steered the ball over the boundary for a score of 6. That enraged him and then followed a series of powerful deliveries that I either blocked, if they were on target, or used the pace he had put on the ball to steer to scoring shots. Our final team score of 165 was respectable and I was happy with my personal mark of 55. Our opponents got off to a good start scoring quickly, with the two overage players laying waste to our bowling. In desperation our team captain handed me the ball. "See what you can do Celyn," he said. The confident opening batsmen looked at my small stature and grinned at each other. They were expecting some big hits from my bowling. I ran in gently and tossed a ball up high, inviting a big hit. The batsman swung mightily and only succeeded in moving a mass of air as the furious backspin I had put on the ball caused it to swerve past his bat and to gently knock over one of his stumps. He gave me a look of utter disgust and stomped off. After his dismissal our bowlers regained confidence so that with one over left they needed 7 runs but were down to their last pair of batsmen. First ball, Si?n, our fastest bowler, steamed in and almost hit the wicket but the delivery was too fast for our wicket keeper and we conceded 4 runs as the ball ran all the way to the boundary. I walked over to where Si?n was waiting to bowl his next ball. "A slower one, leg side, try it Si?n," I whispered. He looked at me and nodded. He waited until I had taken an unusual field position. He thundered in and appeared to put a huge effort in his delivery but at the last moment he slightly slowed his arm movement and the ball was slower. The batsman took a might swipe at what appeared an inviting ball but only succeeded in hitting it high in the air in the direction where I had been waiting. I looked up in the sky at the hard cricket ball plummeting towards me. Disaster as I steadied my feet, to receive the little cherry coloured bomb, a loose stud on my right boot snapped off and I stumbled and then landed on my back. The ball hurtled towards me oblivious of my misfortune. With exquisite timing the ball slammed into my groin area just as my bum hit the grass. The sound of two impacts merged. I felt pain in my posterior and also a brief sharp pain in my groin area, but luckily the prosthetic had taken most of the impact. "Howzat?" I shouted in cricket lingo, grabbing the cricket ball from my groin and holding it aloft. I heard other teammates repeating the refrain. I beamed at them all. Something about their expression surprised me. Reality dawned. I took the only action possible, grabbed my groin and began to writhe on the floor, moaning in apparent pain. It was an Oscar winning performance. Later after my apparent discomfort had been eased we had our raucous victory celebrations. "Well done Celyn," the coach effused while the two of us were collecting our food from the buffet. "55 runs, 5 wickets and the winning catch, you must have a tough jock strap though." He grinned at me. "I've been thinking, I know that you should have another year with the youth team but I would really like you to train with the seniors next year. What do you think?" I was completely speechless. I had never heard of a sixteen year old being asked to train with the adults. What an honour. His next sentence punctured my dream. "By next year you will surely have bulked up and with your skills, would have a good chance of making the team" I fought to hold the tears back as he mentioned the impossible scenario. I muttered something about having to rush home, jumped on my bike and rode home in dejection. My mother was sorting through some clothes when I got home. "Hi Mum had a good day? What are you doing?" I asked "Hi Celyn," my Mum enthused, "Dad and I have booked a 2 week holiday in Cyprus for us 3 and I'm packing the new summer dresses and bikinis I've bought for you" I looked at her in disgust, my feelings of dejection at my situation deepened. "It's not a holiday for me to spend two weeks in summer dresses and bikinis!" I yelled at my mother. Chapter 3 There was a gentle knock on the door. I ignored it, feeling sorry for myself wasn't the mood to be interested in someone knocking on the door. I lay on my back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I noticed that there was the slightest hairline crack in the ceiling plaster. I stared at it trying to resolve its randomness into something with form and pattern. There was another, slightly harder knock. I still ignored it, hoping that whoever was there would go away. There was a series of knocks and then an unexpected voice. "Celyn are you awake? I have something for you," spoke Si?n quietly. There was a pause as I considered whether to respond. "It's really nice, well worth having, you left without receiving it" "What is it?" I asked. "If you let me in I can show you," was his riposte. "OK then," I reluctantly agreed and stood up to unlock the door. Si?n walked in and sat in my armchair near the window he had showered and changed and looked and smelled good, unlike me who was still in sweaty cricket kit. "Wow, your room looks a lot different to the last time I was here," he said as he took in the pastel shades in the decorations and furniture. "I understand now why we have always met at my place or downstairs for the last year or so" I shrugged my shoulders. "It was the easy thing to do, you would have found it all a bit strange before yesterday" "I am still finding it difficult to understand the whole thing to be honest. I mean, yesterday evening and then today at the cricket, it's almost like you're two completely separate people apart from the gender difference" I could sense that he wanted to have a further discussion about my various issues but there is only so much trauma that I could take in a day. "Anyway this thing you have for me, what is it?" I asked to change the subject. He looked at me, in surprise, for a moment and then reached into the pocket of his denim jacket and took out a small box and a folded envelope. "What are they?" "Open them and see," said Si?n. I opened the box and took out the small statuette inside, a bronze figurine taking a shot with a cricket bat. Underneath was an inscription -'Youth Player of the Season - Celyn Morus'. I felt a strange mixture of emotions, mostly pride at my achievement but also a little sadness; I felt a tear begin to form in my eye. I looked at Si?n, open-mouthed. He smiled and pointed at the envelope. I opened it, not knowing what to expect, inside were two pieces of card. I pulled them out and read them, 'Lord's Cricket Ground, One Day International, India v West Indies, August 14, Private Box 6'. The annual club trip! Si?n and I plunged into animated conversations about the trip and the best players of the respective sides as I forgot about my dejection of earlier. Our conversation soon turned to the exciting moments of that afternoon's game and he had me in tears of laughter describing some of the other players' comments on my 'catch in the goolies', as one of them had described it. Before we knew it an hour had passed and my mother was at my bedroom door telling me it was time to get ready for the evening. Si?n reminded me of our planned cycle up to Brecon and promised to meet me at 9. An hour and a half later, a lot of it spent with me disagreeing with my Mother about what to wear and with my Dad trying to smooth things and at the same time hurry us up, we exited our driveway for the short trip to the Tamarind, the best Indian restaurant in the whole of South East Wales. In the end I had compromised and had worn the skimpy dress that she had bought for me without a bra underneath as she had insisted was necessary for the 'look', but I was wearing a thin cardigan on top. My Mother, who still was a very attractive woman in her early forties, looked very smart in her above the knee skirt and blouse and matching jacket. My Father, who was a year older than my Mother, looked smart and handsome in his loose shirt and jacket. We were sat at our table, in a secluded corner and spent an enjoyable few minutes trying to decide which of the impressive array of delicious items on the menu to choose. The drinks came. My Dad held up his red wine. "Here's to you then Celyn, let's hope your hard work is rewarded when the results come" "Yes well done on all your efforts and everything else, honey, we are really proud of you," added my Mother. "To the future, whatever it may bring, to all of us," was my toast. We all clinked glasses, their red wines and my lime and soda. The conversation flowed with the drinks as we discussed my future college courses, their Internet business, my sister's university exploits, well at least the ones we knew about. The food came and soon I was really enjoying the conviviality of the whole evening. The restaurant filled up. I began to feel a little hot. I took off my cardigan and carefully arranged it on the back of the chair, I was so glad to feel some cooler air on my skin although my low cut, strappy dress didn't leave a lot to the imagination and I felt somewhat exposed. I turned back to continue talking to my parents and then I noticed that my father's gaze seemed to have shifted. He no longer had eye contact with either my mum or me. With a shock I suddenly realised what had caught his attention. "Dad you're staring at my boobs!" I said quite a bit louder than I had intended. I saw some heads at nearby tables turn towards us. My Dad went traffic light red in embarrassment. "I'm really sorry son................um I mean Celyn," he struggled with the words. "Sometimes it's hard to get used to, you know, all these changes" "You could try daughter or honey, Gareth," admonished my mother "Yes I know," he replied, "I really am trying my best" After that little exchange things went a bit flat and the rest of the meal was mostly low-key chitchat between my parents. I answered a few questions put directly to me but mostly I ate in silence and pondered my parents differing viewpoints. On the one hand my Father had difficulty accepting the changes while my Mother had embraced it all with almost a passion. One seemed to feel that he had lost a son while the other was pleased to have gained a daughter. We paid the bill and walked to the car. "I am so looking forward to the holiday," said my Mother. "It's going to be so nice being away from the pressures of work and it will be fun to spend some time together. Don't worry Celyn you won't be forced to be with adults all the time." "Why is that Mum?" I asked. "Didn't your Mum tell you," said my Dad. "Tell me what?" I asked. "Sorry it slipped my mind honey," she replied. "We are sharing the villa in Cyprus with the Jones's from the Swansea branch, they are bringing their son, Carwyn, he's 17, so you two can spend time together" "Why is he coming, why do I want to spend time with a strange boy, when I will be a girl for the whole time?" "Honey we just want you to broaden your experiences as a girl before you face the big wide world. It will be good experience for you in a safe environment. You two will be able to go places together" she said sweetly "I don't need a bloody boyfriend!," I screamed at my mother. "Why are you doing this to me?" "Don't talk to your mother like that, Celyn!," commanded my father, "Come on Haf it's time to get in the car and go home," he said to my mother. "You need to face up to reality now," said my mother, a little more tetchily, "you are a beautiful girl and when you go to college you will have to deal with the attention from boys that you will get" I looked at her and almost spat out the words. "Maybe I will be a lesbian then! That will deal with it" I turned away from their shocked faces and started walking home. Chapter 4 I switched to a lower gear as I approached the climb up to Cwmdu. I had been cycling for an hour and it was still only 8am. The rhythm of my body movement and breathing, the wind on my face, the sights, sounds and smells had created an inner feeling of well-being. There was nothing like an endorphin high. About another 15 minutes and I would be meeting up with Si?n. I had sent him a text at 7, when I had got up, to change our meeting arrangements. I had avoided my parents last night after our argument, making my way back home via narrow lanes. I had slipped out of our house this morning after sending Si?n the message. I took some water from my water bottle as I approached our rendezvous. A flash of red in a field of maturing yellow oil seed rape caught my attention. It was an ancient rusting tractor that had obviously been rusting away for a long time, dumped in a boggy corner of the farmer's field. Suddenly a memory of myself and Si?n stopping to look at the tractor 2 summers before came to mind. We had been on a similar Sunday morning ride and had been intrigued by the slowly decaying machine. I probably still a few photos that I had taken that day on my PC. A long and hot summer that I had spent a lot of time cycling the roads and lanes of North Gwent/South Powys with Si?n. But there had also been the time in town with the rest of my school mates who lived locally, the Aberllwyd crew, as we had innocently named ourselves, without a thought of the inner city mayhem that some gangs were causing. Recently I had tended to keep away from them outside school time. Of course there had been no inkling then of the dramatic changes to my life that would be caused by a visit to the doctor a few months later. Then the difficult and painful decisions that had had to be made quickly, even though there had been little real choice. The last 18 months of hiding the surgical and subsequent hormonal changes had been increasingly stressful. Had it been a price worth paying for the general uncertainty and confusion that I felt at the moment? The alternative would have been simpler. My reverie was disturbed by the sound of Si?n shouting to attract my attention from the bench by the village green where he had propped his bike up. "Hey Celyn! Wow new cycle kit! Very nice but pink?" I laughed "This girls' kit is the only kit that really fits me properly, the boys' kits are a size too large to cover things up obviously, no choice in the colour, Mum buys my clothes at the moment," I replied a little out of breath as I brought my bike to a halt. "So why the change of plans today?" Si?n asked. I described the previous evening's events. Si?n raised his eyebrows. "You said that! Oh my goodness no wonder you want to avoid them. Did you sort of mean it? I mean are you serious about being, you know what?," he asked uncertainly. "No idea, it was a heat of the moment thing, I've not considered what I might do with whom, we shall have to see, maybe I'll become a nun...," I replied, smiling. "Come on let's get going, last one to Goytre wharf buys breakfast!" We set off on the 25-mile ride to the canal wharf. We took it in turns to take the lead, swapping every couple of miles. A rest and pleasant breakfast at the cafe followed and a chance to stock up on sandwiches for lunch from the little cafe shop and we were away again. We had decided to turn off the main road at Penperllenni and ride round the countryside near the historic Llanover estate before making our way back via Y Fenni. By midday it had got pretty hot and we had begun to look for a shady spot to rest and have lunch. Si?n spotted a promising little grassy path off the minor road we had been cycling on. "What about this way?" We made our way along the path for about half a kilometre until suddenly it opened out into a beautiful forest glade next to a large natural pool fed by a small stream. We propped our bikes against some large oak trees and lay down on the sweet smelling, soft grass. "Wow what a place," I remarked, "This was a good find, well spotted" "It is a hot day today, must be the hottest so far this month," Si?n said as he took off his cycle jersey and then with a quick glance at me and a little hesitation removed his T-shirt. I took my own cycle jersey off but hesitated about my own pastel pink cami top. "Aren't you hot?," Si?n asked. "Probably hotter than you, girl's bodies have more body fat, which you may remember from our science exam is an insulator," I replied. "Take your top off then, remember I've already seen you in your bra and panties" "That's true," I replied as I turned away and took my cami off. I lay there enjoying the cooling breeze from the pool. "Wow Pink bra, your mother really seems to be going overboard on the girly training," said Si?n, chuckling. "You're telling me, it's as if now that I am going to be a girl full- time she has decided that I need a super girly image to make sure no-one ever makes a mistake about my gender. This is the only normal bra that I have that doesn't enhance my breasts. I really need some plain sports bras." "What's it like, you know, having them?" he asked tentatively. "A pain a lot of the time. They get in the way, you can't sleep on your front, you have to wear a bra, which is not the most comfortable of clothing items, and running is painful unless you have good support for them" That shut Si?n up for a little while and we ate our lunch in silence, while around us the birds chirped in the trees and the warm summer breeze rustled the abundant foliage everywhere. Si?n walked over to the pool and splashed water onto his face and head. "You know this water looks very inviting," he called out. I walked over and splashed water over head and face, it was refreshingly cool. "We haven't got towels and besides, well you know, things are different now," I said with some hesitation. "We have our T shirts, we don't need to wear them going back. As to the other thing, you don't have to if you don't want to but I really fancy a nice cool splash. You don't have to look if it would embarrass you" "OK, I'll think about it, you go ahead. I'm not embarrassed to look at you, just embarrassed about you looking at me," I replied. Si?n quickly took his socks, cycling shoes, shorts and underpants off and carefully walked over the stones down into the pool. He winced as he lowered himself into the cold water but soon was swimming slowly round in a circle. "It's fantastic," he shouted out from the middle of the pool. "You're missing out" I came to a quick decision and sat down to take off my socks and shoes and then stood to take off my shorts, bra and panties. I stepped gingerly over the rocks into the water acutely aware of the gentle sway and jiggle of my breasts with every movement. I glanced up to see Si?n staring at them. "Stop ogling me, you" His response was to throw handfuls of water over me. It was cold! "I'll get you for that," I yelled and threw myself into the water swimming over to him and pushing him under. We splashed and swam for a good while before we both began to feel the cold of the water getting too much. We dried ourselves as well as possible in our tops and then lay down on the grass to dry out in the sun. "It's amazing how much your body has changed," he commented after a while turning to look at me, "a couple of years ago we looked almost identical, although I've always been a little bigger" "Hormones are powerful things, especially for people our age with our bodies still growing," I replied. Si?n said nothing. I turned to see him gazing at me. "You want to touch them, don't you?," I inquired. "What?!" he exclaimed. "You want to touch my boobs don't you?" I asked looking directly at his face. "What do you mean..I.didn't do..say say anything," he spluttered. "I would if I were you, that's why," I laughed. I took his left hand and placed it on my right breast. He squeezed me gently and gently fingered my nipple. Little waves of pleasure radiated out. "How does that feel?," I asked a little breathily. "Totally weird........," he said, "I mean, look, less than two days ago, as far as I knew, you were my best MALE friend," he emphasized. "and now I don't know what to think about you, it's nice though. How does it feel for you" "The same for the same reasons, nice," I replied, moving my fingers in a caress along the forearm of the hand touching me. At that moment a cloud passed over the afternoon sun and the temperature dropped. I shivered. I looked at my watch. "Shit it's almost 3, we'd better go it's over 30 miles back, I'll miss the evening meal if we stay longer. We reluctantly separated and dressed and within a few minutes we were on our way again. The cycling was the same pattern as before, taking in turns to lead and to follow. We were both a bit out of condition so the journey back took longer than we had expected and it was getting near to 6 when we finally pulled into the drive of my house. I put my bike away on the rack and turned to say goodbye. "I'll see you in two weeks then Si?n," I said before I stumbled on a loose bit of gravel, Si?n caught me and somehow we ended in a hug. We held each other and he gently ruffled my hair, it felt so comforting. "Celyn, are you back, I thought I saw your bike....oh hello Si?n," said my Mother with a emphasis on the 'hello Si?n'. We separated as if an electric charge had passed between us. "Hello Mrs Morus, I was just going. Bye then Celyn, have a good holiday, look after yourself," he turned and got on his bike and began to pedal out of the drive. "I'll send you a postcard," I shouted after him. He turned round and gave me a smile and a wave and then was gone, back on the main road. "Well that explains one thing, young lady," said my Mother with a smirk. "Yes, why I need to wash this," as I took the very bedraggled looking cami out of pocket. My Mother's look was priceless and I just made it to the bathroom before before the need to laugh overcame me. Chapter 5 Top of Form "Fasten your seatbelts," flashed on the notice above the door in the corridor on the Air Tours 767 as we began the descent down to Paphos airport in Cyprus after our uneventful 3 hour flight. I looked across the rest of my fellow travellers, my Mum and Dad, the Oaf (as I christened Carwyn - my erstwhile holiday 'friend') and his parents, Mr and Mrs Thomas. It had been a huge shock when we had met up with our holiday companions. I had recognised Carwyn immediately as the defender who had hacked me for the whole 90 minutes of the game in which my team had won the league title, two years before, with my final minute free- kick. I had done my best to suppress any sense of recognition when I had greeted him and he didn't seem to have noticed anything familiar about me. To be honest he was too busy trying to look down my dress to bother with my face. We had chatted casually for a short while before boarding the plane. Well mostly him telling me how wonderful he was at everything, especially sport. By the time it came to sit down in the plane, luckily I was on the opposite side of the seating to him, I had caught him out in so many obvious lies and distortions about match results and scorers that I had resolved to have as little to do with him as possible during the fortnight. "Wow this is amazing," said my Dad, as we walked into the white walled villa an hour later after our airport transfer had dropped us off. "What a view," said Mr Thomas. We all looked at him and then followed his line of sight down towards the harbour and Paphos bay packed with small ships with small flags and bunting flapping in the light breeze. The pale blue waters of the Mediterranean shimmered in the evening light. It was a breath-taking sight. Half an hour later, after depositing our luggage in our respective rooms, we were sitting on the veranda drinking wine and soft drinks. I had made sure my room was as far away from the Oaf as possible, I noticed disapprovingly that his parents indulged him in a few glasses of wine, which he gulped like it was a soft drink. After a pleasant evening meal I excused myself to walk over down to the harbour to take in the atmosphere of hustle and bustle but also the centuries old buildings and monuments. I noticed that the Oaf had got up soon after me so I quickened my pace away from the villa and took a few random side streets to get away from him. I was looking up at Paphos fort and not completely looking where I was going when I bumped into someone. "Oh excuse me, I wasn't watching where I was going," I apologised to a pretty Asian girl about my height and age. "It's ok," she replied in a London accent, "my fault too. This place is really amazing don't you think? Are you on holiday?" "Yes I agree it is amazing and I am on holiday, what about you?" She replied that she had arrived two days earlier for a fortnight, that she was with her Mum and Dad and her 10-year-old twin brothers, that her name was Amarjit and that she lived in Southall. I gave her the same information about myself and we chatted and wandered about the shops and sights of the old town for a while. The sun settled towards the horizon and it began to get dark. "I'd better get back to my folks they will be wondering where I am," said Amarjit. "Me too," I said. "Been nice to meet you Celyn," she added, "do you want to get together again on the holidays?" "Sure that would be fun, what about tomorrow?" I asked We arranged to meet the next morning near the beaches and exchanged mobile numbers. I made it back to villa uneventfully and came across my parents still sitting at the veranda. I told them where I had been and about my new friend. My mother smiled. "That should be fine, my dear, we had all arranged to go to the beach tomorrow, maybe you, Carwyn and your new friend can spend some time together," she said. "Yes Mum that would be great," I answered diplomatically, knowing that I would do everything possible to avoid that. The next morning I managed to slip away from the party, after they had found a nice place to camp on the beach, by suggesting that I had left something back in the villa. I met up with Amarjit and steered her towards a different part of the beach. "That's a lovely dress you have on, Celyn," she commented, "I wish I could wear something like that," she continued wistfully. "I prefer your shorts and T myself. Why can't you wear a skimpy summer dress like this?" I asked. "My father feels that girls my age shouldn't expose their shoulders and boobs, we should keep those parts of our body private, except for our husbands and family," she replied. "What do you think about it?" I asked. "I think he's a bit old fashioned." Suddenly I had an idea. "Hey, you know, we could swap! I'm sure we're almost the same size," I said. We looked around and found a public toilet. We both squeezed into a cubicle and proceeded to change clothes. It felt strange, but nice to be pressed up against another young girl. I couldn't help noticing how attractive she was, I felt my nipples begin to show a little arousal. I felt embarrassed and dressed as quickly as possible to get away from this strange situation. We walked along the top of the beach. I was glad to be wearing the shorts. Although I appreciated the coolness of the dress in the hot weather in Cyprus and I understood my Mother's wish for me to get used to wearing them in public, something that I had not had a lot of opportunity to do at home, I still felt more comfortable being outside in a familiar item of clothing. Although the colour, pastel orange, was not one that I'd worn before. A football came flying towards me "Hey love can you chuck the ball back?" came a shout from one of about a dozen boys standing on a reduced size football pitch marked in the sand. I trapped the ball in the air with my right foot, transferred it between my knees, head, shoulders and left foot before flicking it up with my left foot and hitting on the volley towards the goal, about 25 metres away. The goalie shaped to catch it but the curve I had put on the ball took it past him into the back of the net. "Great shot, love." said the boy who had asked for the ball back, "Want to join our game?" "Sorry I can't now, maybe tomorrow," I called back, and continued walking on with Amarjit. There was silence. I turned towards my new friend. She was staring at me with a strange expression on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked a little concerned. "Wow that was amazing. I've never seen a girl, well really never seen anyone do that trick before. Were did you learn that?" "I play a bit of football," I replied, "it was luck really, half of the time I misjudge the distance or swerve." At that moment we went past a little shop selling trinkets and came across a crowd of people congregating around a small area of sand where 2 pairs of guys were standing either side of a high net. "Hey Beach volleyball," I said, "Let's take a look." We watched the fast and furious game proceed. The crowd roared on their chosen team. Eventually the pair wearing the black bathing shorts was victorious over the pair in blue shorts. "And it's a victory for John and Michael. Well done both teams for a well fought final," came the voice of the announcer. "Remember everyone tomorrow's tournament will start at the usual time of 10am. Only ten euros per team and competitions at youth and adult level. " I looked at Amarjit. "I would love to play beach volleyball. Have you ever played?" I asked. "Yes a few times, but I don't have a bikini to wear," she replied a little sadly. "I can help you out on that one. My Mother brought three months supply for me." We agreed to meet the next day and after swapping clothes we parted. I made my way at a leisurely pace back to the villa. The Oaf stood partly blocking the front door. As I pushed past him he pressed his body into mine, casually squeezing my bum. He lowered his head towards me and I smelt the beer on his breath. "I know your secret girly-boy," he whispered into my ear as his fetid breath washed over my face. I walked a metre away, turned around, looked at him and assumed an angry posture. "What are you talking about?" I demanded "I saw you kick the ball on the beach. I have only ever seen one person a BOY; do that sort of trick before. I can see quite a likeness, so I don't know what sort of trick you're pulling. I like the goods on offer though," he replied with a bit of a drunken slur in his voice. I dodged the hand trying to grope me and stepped towards him. "For your information GIRLS play football too!" I said sarcastically, "and one other thing." "What?" he asked vacantly In the quiet and stillness of our villa the 'crack' of my hand hitting the Oaf's face was frighteningly loud. "Don't ever molest me again!" I walked away trying to look more confident and assured than I felt. How could my Mother's plan for me to be 'stealth' as a girl, as she had described it, succeed if I could be outed this easily. I turned the corner and ran into my parents' room. My Mother had just finished changing. "Oh Mum, he knows, he knows all about me. What am I going to do?" Chapter 6 The mid morning sun blazed in the clear, blue sky. I was grateful for the wide brimmed sun hat and the cool yellow summer dress I was wearing as I walked with Amarjit along a quiet stretch of coastline. We had just been to visit the 'Tombs of the Kings', a series of incredible tombs cut out of the rock, for the third time in the week that we had known each other and had decided to explore the surrounding area. I glanced at my beautiful Asian friend walking next to me and felt so happy to be in her company. Since we had met, seven days previously, I had spent many hours of each day with her and her family. I felt so relaxed and happy being with her, we seemed to be on such a wavelength. I had another reason to spend a lot of time with her, as since the incident with the Oaf, when my Mother had reassured me that there was no reason to fear exposure since he was just guessing, I had ensured that the only time I came across him was either in my parents' company or with Amarjit. As the warm breeze made the skirt of my light dress flutter a little I reflected on how much more comfortable I now felt wearing girls' clothes, looking like a girl and being constantly treated as a girl. It was such a relief to no longer have to conceal my real gender because of people knowing me before as a boy. I was also such a joy to have made a friend who only knew me as a girl and treated me accordingly. It was also the most time I had spent with any girl, since apart from the girls in our local 'gang', I had mostly with boys in the various sports' teams I had been involved with. "This way Celyn," Amarjit indicated, pointing to a narrow path that seemed to lead down to the shore. We made our way carefully down the steep slope until, with a sudden turn of the path, we descended into a little inlet, with a narrow area of sand/shingle, bounded on three sides by high rock walls. "Wow," we said as a chorus and looked at each other. "What an amazing little place," I said. "Yes I hoped there might be somewhere like this here," said Amarjit, "It's perfect". It was indeed perfect for our other reason for walking along the coast. I took out the two bikinis from my bag. We had been hoping to use them to play beach volley ball but Amarjit had said that it was impossible for her to wear one while her family might come across her. Her parents would have gone ballistic to see her in one, she had told me. Luckily our present location meant that there was no chance of accidental discovery. "Which one do you want to wear?," I asked, "the pink one or..............the pink one?" "Hard choice," she replied laughingly, "what about the..........pink one?" She knew my Mother's taste. I handed Amarjit the yellow trimmed one and took the blue trimmed pink bikini out of my bag with my beach towel. Within a few minutes we stood assessing ourselves in our beachwear. The yellow and pink matched Amarjit's golden brown skin and black hair almost perfectly. "You are really beautiful Amarjit," I said, looking at her in admiration. "Not as much as you," she replied returning my gaze. I felt embarrassed so quickly changing the atmosphere, I ran towards the sea. "Last one in is a ..............," I yelled She ran after me, calling, "is a what?" "A Londoner!," I replied, as I reached the water and carried on running, holding my arms across my insanely bouncing breasts, up until my thighs were submerged. Amarjit splashed after me and threw handfuls of water at my back, "I am a Londoner, you crazy Welsh girl" I turned and splashed water at her, "That must be why you were last in then," I replied. She shook her head and laughed and then it was time to enjoy swimming in the warm clear Mediterranean waters. We swam around for quite a while, looking at the little fish moving in complex zigzags, the colourful underwater plants and the abstract rock formations. Eventually hunger pangs reminded us that it was nearly mid- day so we walked out of the water. The experience of walking out of the sea with my wet bikini clinging tightly to my body, and my wet hair dripping down on my bare shoulders was very new. We lay in the sun to dry out and ate our sandwiches slowly. After ten minutes or so I felt dry on my back and knew it was time to renew the sunscreen. "Do you want me to do that," Amarjit asked when she saw me with the bottle of sunscreen in my hand. "Sure," I said, "that would be nice". I handed the bottle to her, removed my bikini top and lay on my front, exposing my back. She spread the oily sunscreen on her hands and started rubbing it in. She knelt at the base of my towel and began rubbing it in my legs, with a firm, smooth action. She moved up the towel as her hands glided up over my thighs, my lower back and then finally my shoulders and arms. It was so relaxing and very pleasant. She paused with her hands gently touching my neck then I felt Amarjit's soft, oiled hand slowly trace the outline of my shoulders and gently, caressingly, move down my spine. Her hands continued their tender, exploration of my back as she massaged the oil into me. She then completed her circuit and I felt tingles of pleasure as she slowly moved her fingers up my side, with the lightest of touches. "How does that feel?," she asked "Mmmmm......Wonderful," I replied. "Do you want me to do your front too?," she asked a little tentatively. "Oh..yes..please," I replied, smiling at her. I turned over onto my back. She repeated the process starting at my feet, which she spent a while massaging. She slowly worked her way up my legs, spending time caressing the sensitive, inside of my thighs. I felt little waves of pleasure radiating through my body, I felt my nipples engorge with arousal. "Can I ask you something?," she said "Yes, anything," I replied Her hands had reached my tummy and she was rubbing the oil into me while caressing me gently. Her gentle touch on the sides of my body sent little electric jolts through me. "Have you ever kissed a girl?" Her magical hands were now gently rubbing and squeezing my breasts. I shivered a little with the pleasure. She gently fingered my nipples. "I've never kissed anyone," I replied. "Really...that is surprising," she said. Her hands were slowly caressing the top of my breasts and my shoulders "Would you like me to kiss you?," she asked suggestively. I nodded my head, finding it hard to speak. Amarjit gently kissed me on my cheek and then on my lips. I responded hungrily and pulled her down to me. I reached up and began caressing her breasts. Our bodies seemed to merge into one beautiful experience of loving, mutual pleasure, joy and ecstasy. Eventually, our passions sated, we lay together, gently caressing each others' naked bodies. "Was that your first time?," Amarjit asked, tenderly. "Yes," I replied almost in a whisper "Oh sweetie, that is so lovely" "What about you?" I asked. She told me that she had only had one previous lover, whom she had met in a cafe in Southall. Amy, was a 19 year old student from Australia. She told me about their furtive meetings, since she had had to be completely secretive because her family would have been very angry and her life would be extremely difficult if they knew she was a lesbian. "But I don't understand how you could never even have kissed anyone before," she said,"it doesn't make sense, someone as beautiful as you should be turning the girls, or the boys?, down" I felt a familiar churning in my stomach as a little of the old despair returned. I stood up and dressed quickly. "What are you doing?" "Amarjit, I think I'm in love with you but there's something I have to tell you and I'm afraid that you might be angry with me and want me to leave," I said as tears began to well in my eyes "I can't imagine anything that you could say that could make me angry," she said with a hurt look in her eyes "but if that is what you want...," she handed me the bikini and dressed in her own clothes. We sat down on our own towels, facing each other. "So what is it?," she asked, "what on earth could be so momentous to make you behave like this?" I was unsure how to explain but in the end the only way was to come straight to the point. "I used to be a boy," I said with in a clear measured tone She looked at me in complete disbelief, she laughed "This is one of your windups, very funny.....no, you are serious?," she asked with surprise in her voice, "No way were you ever a boy!" I slowly explained how events almost two years before had lead to the choice, that had been no choice, which had lead me to where I was now. She moved over to me and took me in her arms. I sobbed quietly on her shoulder. "It's all right my darling. Whatever you might have once been, you are now completely a girl. A beautiful, talented, funny and 100% girl." Bottom of Form Chapter 7 "Goalllllllllll!," shouted the miniature footballer as the ball flew past Amarjit, the goalkeeper, and into the back of the net. "23 - 18, still time for you to equalise before tea time," I said to the celebrating scorer as he high fived his team mate. "Only Ten minutes before it's time to wash and change, children," came the melodious voice of Mrs Patel, the super striker's mother, from the kitchen from where the aromatic smells of a delicious meal, in preparation, wafted "Sorry, boys, looks like you're going to run out of time to win the cup," I said with a chuckle. It was Amarjit and her family's last afternoon on their Cyprus holiday. Like many previous afternoons I was helping her look after her 10 year old twin brothers, Sathia and Nish, while her parents had gone off to spend time together. They had so appreciated my help that they had been happy for me to stay over, with my parents' grateful permission, and for Amarjit to share her bed with me , unaware of the deeper, physical attraction between us. "Awww," said Nish Is this the last time you can show us football tricks?," asked Sathia "I 'm afraid so," I replied, "Do you want me to show you some step overs again?" "Oh yes please," they chorused After a few more minutes of football tricks the two boys were shepherded away to clean up and change. "We're very grateful to you for the help you have given Amarjit in looking after the twins. We have two surprises for you. I think if you go with Amarjit she will show you the first one" Amarjit smiled at me and beckoned. I followed her to her bedroom. There lying on the bed was one of the most the most beautiful sari's I had ever seen. An intoxicating mixture of embroidered patterns on the delicate silk material fashioned in beautiful shades of orange and brown. "It is beautiful, really beautiful," I said "I'm glad you like it, it's a present for you. I hope you like it. It's one of mine so the choli should fit you; we're about the same size on top." "What! It's much too much," I exclaimed! "But you want to try it on, I'm sure" "YES PLEASE" "Come on then, let me give you the whole works," Amarjit said, as she lead me towards the bathroom. Locking the door behind us, she began taking her clothes off. "What are we doing here?," I asked "Well we both need to wash and get ready before getting dressed so I thought we could save water, do a little for the environment and have a shower......together," she replied with a sensuous smile. "But there are people around?," I questioned. "It's OK," she reassured, "Mum will be busy with the twins and then getting the meal ready and Dad has gone somewhere....and the sound of the shower will cover any other sounds.........." There was something so sensual and arousing about two soft, wet, soapy bodies close together under a hot watery caress. We kissed passionately, caressed lovingly, touched inquiringly, slid together and fingered each other to a beautiful climax. After drying Amarjit did my make with a look appropriate for the clothes, she pinned back my hair and decorated it with some beautiful flowers. Finally she helped me to put the sari on. It looked a very complicated process but once she had shown me how to fold the material I knew that I would be able to do it for myself in the future. "How do I look?," I asked, as I did a twirl. "Fantastic, have a look for yourself, there's a full length mirror in the hall." I was stunned with the image in the mirror. The clothes, hair and make up had given me the look of a sophisticated young woman, maybe in her early 20's. Time seemed to stop as I stared at this unbelievable transformation trying hard to see anything of the former male me. I was interrupted by the image of a similar stunningly attractive person as Amarjit stood next to me in pink and gold sari that contrasted so well with her black hair. "Wow, you are so beautiful," I said and turned to hug and kiss her. She gently held me a little apart "Plenty of time for this later, my sweet, we don't want to spoil our makeup" We walk in, arm in arm, into the dining room and I almost recoiled in shock to see my parents sitting at the table with the Patel family. "Hello darling," said my Mother smiling the broadest of smiles, "This was the Patel's second surprise for you and don't you look beautiful!" "You look very pretty, Celyn," added my Dad, smiling cheerfully. We all took photos of each other in various group scenes and then settled down for one of the most pleasant and appetising meals that I had eaten in a long time I sat down next to Amarjit on the bench. My parents had left after the meal as I had wanted to say a personal farewell to Amarjit. We had talked about the future and whether we might meet again. Amarjit had gently reminded me of our ages and the different directions our life was going. We had promised to keep in touch via Bebo and Myspace. I wished Amarjit's parents, goodnight and then walked arm in arm with my love to the end of the street. A gentle breeze swirled the light silk of my beautiful sari. I reached out for her hand and grasped it tenderly. "Amarjit, this has been the best 10 days of my life". I said. "And for me too," she replied. Our lips met for a sweet and gentle kiss that became a passionate embrace. "I love you," I whispered in her ear. "I love you too," she whispered back. We disentangled with promises of the final farewell at the airport and with a final goodnight greeting I walked towards the town. I slowly walked along the sea front in bit of a daydream. I thought of all the wonderful moments that had happened. I felt a sadness that such a lovely experience was ending. These feelings and these strong emotions focused on one another person, who miraculously felt the same, was so new and so powerful and so wonderful. But now it was ending so soon. It was a dark evening with a moonless sky. On a whim I walked down some steps to the beach and slowly walked along the beach wall, brushing my right hand lightly along the rough, ancient stone wall. I felt the warm sea breeze fresh on my face, fluttering the light fabric of my sari and blowing some stray stands of my hair across my face. I reflected on how many things had changed for me during this holiday. I was roughly and painfully grabbed on my left upper arm and pushed with a thud against the sea wall. Pain shot from my back and head with the impact. Another hand grabbed me on my right shoulder and then my arms were forced up above my head as my assailant pressed his body hard against me to prevent me moving my legs. "Hello sexy, what a surprise meeting you here, and alone for once.," said the Oaf in a slightly slurring drunken voice. The smell of his putrid, beery breath on my face was disgusting. He crushed his body into me and tried to kiss me, I instinctively turned my head away. I felt weak and vulnerable for the first time in my life. My mind raced through some frightening scenarios. The Oaf was about 5 inches taller, about one and a half times heavier and quite a bit stronger. He pushed his body into mine and pressed his lips towards me, I turned my head away again. The smell of his fetid and sweaty body was making me feel nauseous. "Come on sexy, don't be shy," he slobbered over my face , "now what about if I have a sample of the goods". He pushed my hands together to hold me back with one hand while with his other, freed hand, he pulled my sari away, ripped my choli and began to very roughly paw at my breasts. I felt totally, physically defenceless to his assault and felt any resolve to resist slowly dissipate as a general feeling of despondency slowly seeped into my soul. "Nice pair, doll. You couldn't have ever have been much of a boy to have tits like these. Wait till I tell my team mates that I fucked Aberllwyd's wonder player," he sneered at me. My head cleared in a moment as his threatened further humiliation reminded me of the other reality of the situation . He may have all the physical advantages but I was many times cleverer than him. I considered my options and formulated a plan. I turned my head towards him and quickly kissed him on the lips, turning away quickly before my heaving stomach, relieved itself of its contents. "Oh big boy," I said in my sexiest voice, "How did you know that I like my men to be strong and tough. It's taken you a long time to make your move" He looked at me in surprise but before his addled brain could make sense of this turnaround I continued my charm offensive. "I bet your dick is nice and thick. I just love having big ones stuffed inside me" I rubbed my groin up against his penis and felt it harden. "I want to see what you've got, you handsome beast, Drop your trousers to show me," I said with as much authority as possible, being very deliberate in my choice of words. With his drunken sexual arousal overwhelming his last shreds of common sense he took his hands off me to obey my implicit command and moved back a little to drop his trousers and underpants. He held his erect penis in his hand , like a little boy showing off a fish he had just caught, and looked up towards me with an expression of pride spreading across his face. My vicious kick caught him square on his testicles. As if in slow motion the Oaf's facial expression changed from one of pride to one of surprise and then finally to one shock and pain as he doubled up and brought both hands to hold his groin. "You Bitch!," he shouted between groans. I kicked his legs backward and pushed him on his face, quickly grabbed his trousers and underpants and then stepping a few metres away took out my camera from my shoulder bag and snapped a rapid series of flash pictures of him. "You stupid idiot! No way you are going to humiliate me for the rest of my life.," I yelled at him, " If you try to say anything to insult me then these pictures will be up on your team's Facebook page," "And by the way, I wouldn't try and walk through the town without any trousers on, the police crack down hard on streakers here" I turned and ran in the direction of the town where there would be people and light and relative safety. The Oaf's cursing and moaning rapidly disappeared into the distance. I came across a group of overflowing community rubbish containers and spent a few seconds pushing the Oaf's clothes far down into the dirtiest, and smelliest one. I reached some well lit streets and started walking as quickly as possible in a direction away from the place of assault. I held my damaged clothes together and was able to walk fairly well. I noticed a policeman walking towards me on the other side of the road. A sudden icing on the cake addition to my escape plan sprang to mind. I crossed over to speak to him. "Excuse me officer," I said to attract his attention. He looked at me all over, registered the ripped clothes and a slightly dishevelled look. "Are you all right, young lady," he said in heavily accented English. "Yes sir, it's only a slight tear in my top," I reassured him "But there is a drunken man on the beach with no trousers on who is attacking girls". I pointed him in the right direction and after t