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Author's Note: In this instalment I have mentioned that Michael legally becomes Michelle. I have kept the legal bits simple. Mum I Have Something to Tell You. Part 3 by Maria Ski 12. A Surprise Day Off. Mum was waiting for me as I left Ms. Steiner's office. As I came towards her she was smiling, "How did it go with the councillor sweet heart?" she asked, "I hope she didn't put you under to much pressure." "It was fine mum," I answered with a grin, "She asked questions about how I started dressing, how I feel, do I have any plans to transition," I paused, "And I've been asked to help mentor the other girls who are finishing the year en-femme." Mum looked at me, "You've been asked to help mentor the other girls?" she chuckled, "I can't think of anyone else more suited to the job. You'll be a great 'Big Sister'," Mum paused, "You also have been given the day off." I stood there a little shocked, "But I've..." "Mrs. Grogan has kindly given you the day off so we can get things sorted," Mum cut me off, "We need to get your name legally changed, you need to get your driving licence picture changed," she smiled, "And I've spoken to Claire. She'll pick up any homework that you're due," Mum paused, "Claire is looking forward to being your gym partner," Mum chuckled, "You'll look sweet in a leotard Michelle." Gym! I'd forgotten about that dark cloud. I am not very physical, and I was dreading meeting Coach Walden the girls chief coach. Because the rumour mill around school was that she was tough and hard to please. But then again it was only rumour. And I started thinking what I would look like in a leotard. But I pushed the thought away as we started to make our way to the car park. I was feeling strangely confident as I walked beside my mother. But I had a niggling thought that everything regarding my choice to live as Michelle was going through way to quickly. I had expected some resistance and a couple of hurdles to jump. Yet here I was on my way to legally become, albeit in name, a girl. I told my mother that I needed to use the restroom. As I entered the rest room I could hear sobbing coming from a stall, "Hello is there anyone in here?" I paused, "It will be alright. I'm on my own. It will just be you and me. No one else is with me." A stall creaked open and a slightly dishevelled girl stuck her head out, "Just you?" she asked. "Just me," I replied with a smile, "Here take these," I handed her some tissues, "Careful or you'll ruin your make up," I smiled again, "I'm Michelle Hunter." "Josephine Green," The girl smiled, "Thank you," she gently dabbed her eyes, "It's nice to know that there is someone who cares," she looked at me with a look of recognition, "When did you know Michelle?" she asked, "When did you realise you were different?" she gave a wan smile. I looked at Josephine. She was wearing a pleated plaid skirt with a white roll necked sleeved top, pink ballet flats, her hair in a single plaited pigtail with very subtle makeup. And despite being slightly dishevelled she was pretty. I felt I could be truthful with her, "If I'm honest from the age of 10," I answered, "But I've been seriously dressing like a girl for the last 6 years," I smiled, "I'm doing this to help make up my mind," I looked at Josephine, "Because over the last few weeks I've been asked several times if I have plans to transition. And become a woman." "I want to be a woman," Josephine said, "I've known since I was five," she smiled, "Aunt Judy knew. She helped me," she had tears in her eyes, "I live with her. What with Mum being busy with work and travelling all the time," she dipped her head, "My Mother totally disapproves. I don't think she understands," Jo paused, "I get the feeling that if I transition," she paused, "I'll be disowned, my mother will drop me like a hot potato," she looked at herself in the mirror, "But that won't happen. Will it?" she turned to face me. "Jo," I smiled, "You don't know that for certain," I moved closer, "Family can be funny when it comes to situations like ours," I shrugged, "My father is totally against me dressing," I paused, "My sister Tanya was the same. But she came round. I admit she's still a little unsure. But she came round." Jo looked up at me, "I hope my mother will come round," she gave a wan smile, "I think she thinks I'm going through a phase," she chuckled, "But I know it isn't a phase. I want to be a girl," she looked at herself again, "The problem is that I'm an only child," she fought back some tears, "But this feeling I have about myself..," she took a breath, "Is that I should be Josephine. John... John is the mistake. If I have to stay as John..." My thoughts went to several recent news reports about trans-girls who had committed suicide because their parent's wouldn't accept her wishes to be a girl. I hoped that Jo wouldn't take such a step. "If I have to stay as John," she shuddered, "I don't know what I'll do," she eyed me cautiously, "Mum can't make me stay as John can she?" "She can try," I answered, "But we can persuade her otherwise," I smiled, "Because you have support Josephine. You have my support," I looked at her and placed a reassuring arm on her shoulder, "You not alone." Jo pulled me into a hug and kissed me. My eyes went wide in surprise and I blushed slightly, "Sorry Michelle," she gave a very girlish giggle and blushed herself, "I couldn't resist it. But if you can do it. Be a girl, act like a girl, I can. I'll prove to my mother that this isn't a phase." I nodded with a smile. I vowed to myself I would help Josephine and become a surrogate sister. And help myself at the same time. And to that end I helped Josephine with her make up and touched mine up. I left the restroom with a slightly more confident Josephine. As we left the rest room mum was waiting and I introduced her to Josephine. We turned as we heard, "There you are John," a curt but definitely female voice called out, "I told you not to go too far." A well dressed woman came up and stood next to Jo. She looked me up and down as if I were a prize horse. "Hello," I said with a smile, "I'm Michelle Hunter. I'm one of the other girls in the programme with Josephine," I turned to Mum. "Julia Green," Jo's mother responded, "I'm John's mother," she continued. "Jennifer Hunter," Mum said, "I'm Michelle's mother. It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Green." "I think this is a stupid idea," Mrs. Green said, "Boys pretending to be girls, boys wanting to be girls," she glared at me, "I hope that John will see the folly of this and go back to being the boy I gave birth too," she looked at my mum, "How can you support your son?" Mum sighed, "I support my daughter very easily Mrs. Green," she paused, "Because I love her. If she is dressed as a boy or a girl," she looked at me, "And I respect any choices that she makes," she smiled, "If she decides that being a woman is for her then I support her 100 percent." Josephine looked at me, "Ms. Steiner says you're going to be the group mentor Michelle," she looked at her mother, "Is that true?" "It's true," I answered, "She asked me because I've been a part time girl for a..." "Longer than me and Jennifer," Josephine interrupted and naming the other girl, "And because you won the Cross-dress day competition." Mrs Green looked at Josephine, "Perhaps you can persuade him to go back to being a boy," she said looking at me, "My sister shouldn't have encouraged him," she looked at my mother, "I've only agreed to his taking part in this experiment because it might harm John's mental health if I don't," she looked at her 'son', "It's not all pretty clothes and makeup," she looked at me, "And as for you," I felt her eyes bore into me, "I can't believe a nice boy like you would want to be a girl. I hope this little experiment will help you both see sense and you go back to being the boys you are meant to be." Jo glared at her mother for using her male name. But then again you can't get a leopard to change its spots overnight. My mother was getting angry, I sensed this and turned to Mrs. Green, "I hope this experiment does help me," I informed her, "I am doing this to settle things in my own mind," I paused, "Because I've been asked if I plan to transition a lot over the last few weeks." "And what has that got to do with this stupid school experiment?" Mrs. Green interrupted, "If I had my way..." "Mrs. Green," I cut her off, "I've been spending a lot of time en-femme. I feel comfortable as a girl. I enjoy being a girl," I paused, "Before I approached the school about finishing the year as a girl. I thought that I was the only one," I smiled at Josephine, "And I'm happy to discover that I am not the only 'T-girl' in the village," I looked at my mother, "And I vow to you that Josephine will make the right choice. The right choice for her." "Mum," Josephine looked at her mother, "I can assure you that this isn't a phase. Let me be who I'm meant to be. Please!" "We'll see," Mrs. Green said curtly, "I understand it all begins in earnest tomorrow?" I nodded, "Yes. Our tenure as girls begins in earnest tomorrow." "Then Josephine will see you tomorrow. Come on John I'll take you back to your Aunts." Mrs. Green nodded a goodbye and they walked off. Mum looked at me, "It will be fine kiddo," she smiled, "I am sure we'll be able to bring Josephine's mother into the fold," she stopped and looked at me, "You don't look so sure. You have some concerns?" "I do Mum," I said heading for the exit, "I'm worried that Josephine may do something stupid," I chewed my lip, "But I'll keep an eye on her," I looked at Mum, "But we are in for an interesting few weeks." She tussled my hair, "You are right on that count sweetheart. Now let's go and do what we've got to do." "Michelle...!" "Michelle Hunter...!" a young female voice called out. I stopped by my mother's car and turned in response to the calling of my name. An attractive girl of my age was approaching along with an equally attractive older woman. Both were full of smiles as they got closer. "Jennifer it's been too long," the older woman said, "It's nice to see you after all this time." "Yvonne, like wise," Mum returned the smile, "I didn't know that your daughter went to this school," she looked at Yvonne's daughter, "You must be Jennifer. It's nice to meet you. Have you met my daughter Michelle?" "Actually Mrs. Hunter," Yvonne's daughter said with a grin, "I share some classes with Michelle," she smiled, "And I didn't know you knew Mum," she chuckled, "But then again she is full of surprises like I am." Yvonne looked at me, "You look amazing Michelle," she smiled warmly, "I last saw you when you were dressed as Snow White. I knew then you'd make a pretty girl," she looked at me closely, "And you are going to be a beautiful woman." "Thank you Mrs. Strahovski," I replied, "I have a good set of teachers and role models." Mum took another look at Jennifer who was dressed in skinny jeans and a figure hugging T-shirt, "Oh my," she smiled, "Is that you Richard?" Jennifer nodded, "Yes, Guilty as charged," She smiled, "But I'd prefer it if you called me Jennifer." "Of course," Mum responded, "Forgive me Jennifer." Jennifer smiled, "Of course I forgive you Mrs. Hunter," she looked at me, "I'm just happy to know that I'm not the only Trans-Girl in the village," she winked, "I'm also happy that I can be me. Without worrying," she turned and hugged me, "Thank you Michelle." I blushed. It was the second time that day I had been hugged. And all I had done as far as I was aware was be my self. "You might have opened the doors here Michelle," Yvonne said with a smile, "You're going to be watched and maybe just maybe there are others like you and Jennifer," she stood before me, "Promise me you'll set a good and positive example." I nodded, "I'll try Mrs. Strahovski," I smiled, "And it's great. No fantastic to see another parent support her child in her life choice," I looked at Jennifer, "It's a shame that Josephine Green isn't as lucky." "We'll bring Mrs. Green into the fold," Yvonne said with a sly smile, "It may take some time. But she realise how lucky she is eventually." We agreed to meet up later that day. And my mother and I set off to do the things necessary for us to complete this little sojourn we were about to embark on. We were ushered into my mother's lawyer's office as soon as we arrived. I believe my mother had phoned ahead and arranged the appointment. Ms. Greystone had been our family lawyer for as long as I could remember. She was also a friend of my mother. "Ah, Mrs. Hunter, Ms. Hunter come on in. Please do take a seat," she smiled as we sat down, "Why Michael I see you have grown to be a beautiful girl," she chuckled, "I understand that you're going to be spending the rest of the school year as a girl?" "Yes Ms. Greystone," I answered, "I am going to be a girl for the rest of the school year," I paused, "Maybe longer." My mother looked at me, "We would like to formally change Michael's name to Michelle Louise," she turned to face Ms. Greystone, "As that is the name she has picked for herself," she smiled, "It's something she thought she'd better do. To cover herself in a legal sense." Ms. Greystone nodded, "I have the papers necessary here. Once signed Michael shall become Michelle," she smiled, "And legally be female in name only," she looked at me, "Are you sure about this Michelle?" she asked, "Because it is a big step." I chewed my lip, "I'm sure," I paused, "I'm sure. Where do I sign?" Ms. Greystone handed me the papers for me to read through before I signed. I would become 'Michelle Louise Hunter'. I read through the second sheet and got a surprise. "Ms. Greystone this says that I'm to be recognised in my chosen gender. I wasn't aware that can be done." "Ah yes. Here in town you'll be female. But outside of town you'll be a transgendered woman," she smiled, "I found a loop hole I thought we'd exploit. And after speaking to your councillor and seeing and speaking to you," her smile became a grin, "I can see that you are how you present yourself. You are a young woman," She took the papers back, "But until you decide to transition your birth certificate will still read male. You need a recognition certificate for that to be altered. And by doing what your doing will make getting it easier." I smiled so in a technical sense I was now a girl. Mum would be technically getting a new daughter, Eos and Tanya a new sister. And Claire and I would be technically in a lesbian relationship. Both my mother and I signed the relevant papers. I received a letter with the town crest which notified the reader that I was female, a legal letter saying that I was transgendered and awaiting treatment, and a letter stating that I was now known as 'Michelle Louise Hunter'. Ms. Greystone came round and hugged me, "Best of luck Michelle. I am sure that you'll make your family proud," she smiled, "And when," she paused, "If you transition. Come back and see us. And we'll finish what we've started here." I said I would. I had tears in my eyes as we walked to the car. I couldn't believe that technically I was now female. I had taken the next step towards something I wasn't sure I'd do. Aunt Joanna phoned me to say that any pay checks would be paid using my initials only. As my social security number had yet to be changed. But for that I needed my recognition certificate. Changing my driving licence was easy. The various letters I had covered all the bases. I looked at my new licence. It showed me as female. I got a little emotional and was close to tears. Mum came up and hugged me. 13. There May Be Trouble Ahead...! "It's going to be alright Michelle," Mum said with a smile, "You're going to be alright," she held me a little longer, "I think I'm going to enjoy having a new daughter." I had to smile at the phrase Mum used. I had a feeling of d?j?-vu. It was hard to believe that a few weeks ago I was hiding the fact I dressed as a girl from my mother. Then I came out to her and admitted everything. And here I was, living as a girl. I was also beginning to have the feeling that I was being manipulated in some way. Or was this a dream and I would wake up soon. So I chose from that moment to take each day as it comes. "So I'm going to have the same rules as Tanya and Eos?" I asked. "You are," Mum smiled, "And the same curfew time on school nights. But if you're working we'll talk about an extension." "I'm sure Aunt Joanna will make sure I get home before curfew Mum," I answered, "But I know what you mean," I smiled at her. But then I cringed and bit my bottom lip. I started to feel woozy. My stomach started rumbling and groaning. I dashed to a nearby woman's rest room. I reached a stall just in time and I am promptly sick. And ended up vomiting straight into the toilet bowl. All the stress and all the nerves I had put behind me had finally caught up with me. I wiped around the bowl cleaning any detritus and flushed. As I caught sight of myself as I left the stall I looked a little pale despite my makeup. I went to the water fountain and rinsed my mouth. Removing the sickly aftertaste. I counted myself lucky and headed back out to my mother. "I'd like to go home and lie down Mum," I said as she walked towards me, "But I know we're meeting up with the Strahovski's," Mum looked at me, "You are looking a little pale sweetheart," she smiled, "Are you feeling alright?" she asked, "But to be on the safe side. I'll see if we can get in to see Dr. Clarke. And I won't take arguments from you young lady." I nodded my head. I suspected that it was my nerves getting the better of me. But having Doc. Clarke check me out would put my and my mothers mind at rest. My mother contacted the doctor's surgery and as luck would have it the Doctor was able to see us as she had several cancellations. I should say it felt odd giving my details to the surgery's receptionist whilst presenting as a female. Especially as she had known me as my male self for most of my life. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was made a lot easier thanks to all the paperwork I was carrying. Thankfully my name was all that was changed on the surgery's records and my 'M' became an 'F'. "I have to say Miss. Hunter," the receptionist said with a smile, "You do make a very pretty girl," she ushered me off to the waiting room and turned to my mother, "So Mrs. Hunter when does she plan to transition?" she asked, "Because I can't see any sign of the boy I know." "I don't think Michelle knows herself to be honest with you," my mother replied, "It's a question she's been asked a lot over the last few weeks," Mum smiled as I looked up, "I'm very proud of her. I'll support whatever choice is made," she turned to the receptionist, "But I hope what she's here for isn't too serious." I sat in the waiting area unaware of the conversation my mother was having. I picked up a copy of 'Femme' magazine which caught my eye. It had an article on Transgender women and I started to read it. The article opened my eyes and I started to understand myself as I read on. For instance in the article it asked if the interviewee was comfortable dressing and presenting as female. My answer matched the interviewee. Yes, I was comfortable dressing and presenting myself as female. But then I thought that it was an odd question to ask. I continued to read and I began to recognise myself. And although I finished the article it left me with a few more questions than answers. And I was even more unsure about making the decision to transition. Dr. Clarke called me in to see her. But as Mum came forward she shook her head. Mum smiled in understanding and sat down in the waiting area. I was on my own, about to have my first medical examination as a girl. "Take a seat Michelle," Dr Clarke smiled, "I must admit I was surprised when your mother called, she sat behind her desk, "I see you've made some major changes in your life," she chuckled, "But who am I to judge? I'm here to help. So what happened that caused your mother to call?" "I was violently sick in a restroom," I replied, "I'd just come from several places to change my name and ID and my stomach started to do back flips. I made it to the restroom and I was sick," I paused, "I put it down to my nerves getting the better of me. But Mum thought I'd better see you to be on the safe side." Dr. Clarke nodded as she wrote something in her notes, "But you're not the type of person to let their nerves get the better of them," she smiled, "Do you think it could be down to something else?" "Worry?" I queried, "As you've said I've made some major changes in my life," I paused, "I'm living as a girl now. Perhaps I've been worried about how my lifestyle choice will be received? Or that there is the chance that maybe I ate something that didn't agree with me?" "Let's find out shall we," Dr. Clarke stated, "I'm going to take a sample of your urine for testing. And I'm also going to check your blood pressure and some other vitals," she looked straight at me, "Now are you taking any female hormones that I should be aware of?" "I'm not self medicating Doctor," I responded, "I read online about a transgender girl who did. But they did her more harm than good. So I chose not too," I paused, "My body shape is due to using a 'FemTech' Full Torso Body suit," I smiled, "You don't think I've been slipped them without knowing Doctor?" I asked. "That's one reason why I'm going to run the tests Michelle," she smiled, "You may need to get your blood tested," she stood up and put a thermometer in my ear, "Well you're temperature is normal," she smiled again, "Can you remove your top please," she asked putting a stethoscope around her neck as I complied, "Just relax Michelle," she listened to my heart, "Heart sounds healthy. A little fast, but I can put that down due to nerves," she winked, "Because this is the first time you've seen me as a girl." I put my top back on, "Anything I should be concerned about Doctor?" I asked as I went to give her the urine sample she needed. As I handed the vial with my sample Dr. Clarke smiled, "I don't think you need to be worried Michelle. I've spoken to the surgery nurse about getting those blood samples I mentioned. Hopefully she can get that out of the way today. And I'll get back to you with your results." She put a hand on my shoulder, "So do you have any plans to transition?" I chuckled, "To be honest with you Doctor I don't know," I looked at her, "I've been asked that question a lot over the last few weeks. But who knows? Maybe I will. It's a choice that I may yet make." The nurse was able to take the samples she needed. And we were soon on our way to meet with Jennifer and Yvonne. I felt a lot calmer after leaving Dr. Clarke's surgery. I wondered what the blood and urine tests would turn up. But put that thought to the back of my mind. As we pulled into the parking lot of 'Earhart's Diner' Mum spotted my father's car. "Your father's here Michelle," Mum said pointing to his car, "Are you sure you can face him?" she asked. "I'll be fine Mum," I answered, "I doubt he'll try anything in public. If he does...," I thought before answering, "I'm 18. I can make my own choices." I paused, "Besides he lost the right to tell me what to do when he attacked you." Mum smiled, "Promise me you'll be careful," she took my hand gently squeezing it, "I wouldn't want you to get hurt." I reached over and hugged my mother, "I'll be careful Mum." We entered the diner and were waved over by Jennifer. She smiled as we approached. And I caught sight of my father sitting by the window which overlooked the local airfield. I hoped he hadn't caught sight of my mother or myself. Jennifer was all smiles as we sat down. I still couldn't believe that the girl in front of me was actually a boy. The waitress came over and took our orders. She came back and filled our coffee mugs. Yvonne took a sip of her coffee, "Jennifer tells me that you've won a makeover and photo shoot Michelle," she smiled, "Have you had a chance to use your voucher yet?" she chuckled, "You have to have a photo of you taken in a uniform," she smiled, "You have an air about you that would be able to carry it off." Mum nearly choked on her coffee, "Yvonne...!" she laughed, "I've seen some of those 'uniforms'." "Calm down Mum," I interrupted, "The uniform idea sounds great. I had already thought about being dressed as an air stewardess," that was true I'd checked the website of 'FauxGirls' and that was an option, "They do the classic Pan Am uniform or as near as they can get it," I sipped my coffee, "I might even go for a few shots as a French Maid," I put my mug down, "But for the shot for the year book I thought about a slinky floor length evening dress." Jennifer smiled, "You'll look cute as a French maid. And I know just the evening dress," she took my hand, "It's so nice to have someone I can talk about 'girly' subjects," she grinned, "This is going to be fun." I looked at Jennifer, "It's going to be a lot of hard work," I told her, "We've got to prove that we can live as girls," I sipped my coffee, "It's not just going to be pretty dresses, boys and makeup," I smiled, "We've got to out girl the girls." "Boys Michelle?" Yvonne queried, "I didn't think you were into 'boys'," she winked, "It's alright Michelle I know you've got a girlfriend." "We've still got to handle the attention we'll get," I responded, "Boys may ask us out. So we'll have to be careful," I looked at Jenny who had a dream like look on her face, "Seriously Jennifer. We have to be very careful," I paused, "More than if we were real girls." "Dating a boy sounds fun," Jennifer said ignoring the glare from her mother, "Imagine dating Chuck Danvers..." she smiled. "Jennifer," I went into mentor mode, "Seriously think about it. You and your boyfriend are out and getting close. He makes his move. And discovers you've an optional extra in your panties," I looked straight at her, "He may take exception to that fact. He may hurt you." Mrs. Strahovski smiled at me. It was a warm maternal smile and turned to her daughter, "Jennifer, I suggest that you listen to Michelle. She's saying things that make a lot of sense," she looked at her daughter, "I don't want you to get hurt," she sipped her coffee, "And I think that Mr. Danvers is the type of boy who'll get angry." "I agree," a gruff male voice said, "If Chuck is anything like his father he won't like surprises," he looked at me, "Especially if he finds out that his 'girlfriend' is actually a boy," my father looked at Jennifer, "I may not agree with my son's choice of life style. But I agree with what he's told you. You need to be careful," he paused looking at me, "You are my son. You should be dressing like a boy. But you're 18 now. I realise that I can not tell you how to dress. But Michael, take your own advice and be careful." He hugged mum and turned towards the cashier. He left soon after. "Wow," I sat back in my seat, "I didn't expect that." I said. "Your father is always full of surprises Michelle," Mum added, "That's why I married him," she gave a wan smile, "If only he hadn't..." I took my mothers hand, "I know Mum, I know. But what's gone is gone. He made that mistake," I paused, "But if he hadn't we wouldn't be here with friends." "Michelle's right," Yvonne smiled, "You wouldn't be spending time with your lovely daughter," she turned to me, "And my daughter wouldn't have someone to keep her on the straight and narrow." Jennifer looked at me, "Oh please don't tell me you are going to be a party pooper?" she questioned, "I want to have a friend not someone who tells my mother everything," she giggled a rather girlish giggle, "But knowing the schools jungle drums," she paused, "I won't have to worry about it coming from you," she took a bite of her meal, "But I know you'll be there to help should I need it." She smiled. 14. A Speech is given. My mother and I arrived home to find Claire and Eos waiting for us. They were all smiles. Apparently my choice to spend the rest of the year as a girl was the talk of the school. There were some detractors, but they were in the minority. Claire handed me a letter from Mrs. Grogan. My eyes went wide as I read the letter. She had requested that Jennifer, Josephine and my self give a short speech at an assembly for the whole school. I showed Mum the letter. "Well you best get started on writing your speech Michelle," she smiled, "You'll not going to be able to wing it." I laughed, "I have a good idea of what I'm going to say Mum. I'm going to keep it short and relatively simple." So the following morning Jennifer, Josephine and my self were called to the front of the school. Mrs. Grogan asked us to present our speeches. Jennifer and Josephine gave theirs. Both were full of emotion and there was no doubt in their minds that they were going to transition. Then it was my turn I took a breath, looked out and commenced: "Mrs. Grogan, Members of the Faculty, My Fellow students. My name was Michael Hunter. And as you may be aware I won the Cross-Dress day competition for best dress 'girl'. My name as of yesterday is Michelle Louise Hunter. I am transgender. I am a girl trapped in the wrong body. Although my body is male, my mind, my inner self is female. I have felt like this for a long time. I have known I was different from an early age. But I kept my true feelings suppressed. I lived a lie, Michael was that lie." I paused, "I have now chosen to express how I truly feel. I have chosen like Jennifer and Josephine to present my self as female. What bought this on? Why am I now dressing as a girl? I was asked by a classmate in social studies that because I won the competition did I have any plans to transition and become a girl fulltime. I answered 'I don't know'. And as I stand before you today I am still unsure what my final decision will be. I hope that by spending time living and working as a girl it will help me make up my mind," I took a breath, "All I ask is that you respect my choice as I hope you'll respect Jennifer and Josephine's choice. We have all chosen to be open with you. I respectfully ask that we are treated as the gender we show ourselves to be. We are female and I ask that you treat us as such," I closed my eyes, "And I hope that you can help me in making the choice I have yet to make. My name is Michelle and thank you for listening." I was about to step down when I heard a solitary clap, the clap got louder as others joined in. I looked around and soon the whole hall was applauding me. I chewed my lip. Mrs. Grogan approached me, "Well done Miss Hunter," she smiled, "Short and to the point," she led me towards the side door, "Every journey starts with the first step..." I headed to class, the morning went as if it was a blur. Before I knew it lunchtime was upon me. I sat down with my lunch and just picked at my food. But the sight of Claire and Eos caused me to smile. "So," Eos paused, "I've lost my brother then. Michael is no more," she looked at me, "Michelle has taken his place," she smiled, "I have the little sister I have always wanted." I looked at Eos, "Eos," I had to pause, "Eos, I'm still Michael. I'm still your kid brother. I'm still the same person I always was inside," I smiled, "But what you see is," I had tears building up and I fought them back, "What you see is who I might be. I have to do what I'm doing Sis. Because if I don't..." "Don't even go there Michelle," Eos interrupted, "You'll never reach that point. It's me. I've got to get used to the fact that you may become my sister. When you mentioned spending the rest of your year en- femme I couldn't grasp it. But now I see you just sitting there as comfortable as you can be. I have to admit all I see is a beautiful young woman. There is no sign of my brother," she smiled, "All I ask is that I can occasionally see my brother." "That I can do Eos," I smiled at my sister, "I have to take this body suit I'm in off every so often. I'll be Michael then," I told her. "I'll hold you to that," Eos answered, "You're to take me out as Michael," she smiled as we, as we had as children, we made a pinkie swear. Claire looked at me, "And Michelle. Just remember," she grinned, "How ever you are dressed. You're mine," she chuckled, "I don't want you checking out the boys." "Boys. Yuck...!" I exclaimed, but my mind went back to Paul and how sweet he was to me, "But what if they want to check me out?" I asked innocently. Claire and Eos laughed. But Claire said, "Let them. But tell them you're spoken for," she grinned, "Tell them you're dating that boy you met on your birthday," I blushed slightly and she chuckled, "That reaction should make them leave you alone." 15. Gym Class the next day. Gym was the one class that I had been dreading attending as a girl. So Jennifer, Josephine and my self stood before Coach Walden. Each of us carried a sports bag containing various female sports outfits. And the Coach was looking at us, gauging and assessing us for which sport we would be expected to try. Jenny and Jo were directed to the nurse's office to change. Where as I was led by Coach Walden to the Girls Changing Room. I could hear the talking and laughter as we entered. It stopped suddenly. The heady smell of mixed female fragrances gently tickled my nose. I fought back a sneeze. "Ok Ladies, Michelle Hunter will be joining us for field hockey I expect you all to make her feel welcome," She showed me to a locker turned and left me to face the field hockey team on my own. "I can't believe the Coach is letting you change in front of us," June Burton said in disgust, "I'm all for what you're doing but you've got..." As she had started to talk I had started to undress and put on my field hockey uniform. June mouth dropped open as I slid the sports panties up my torso, "You've got a female body...!" she came closer, "May I...?" she asked, I nodded and she cupped a breast, "WOW, It feels so real," she smiled, "Do you...?" I slipped on my sports bra, "I do," I said with a small smile, "I have to sit down to pee. And before you ask. Yes. I could if I wanted have sex with a boy. He wouldn't know the difference," the sports skirt followed along with a sports top. I wore knee high sports socks and a pair of white trainers graced my feet. I tied my hair into a lose ponytail. "Have you used a dildo?" Sandra Morrow asked. My broad smile answered her question. "Ok," Liz Barnes said, "Let's see what our new girl can do shall we?" she smiled, "Because I hear that Coach Walden is going to really push you." I shrugged, "I'm here to be tested. Let's go out there and see what I can do." I admit that as Michael I wasn't very physical when it came to sports. But I could run and had been involved with the cross country team. I wondered if Coach Walden was aware of that fact. My experience as a field hockey player began with a series of warm up exercises followed by a series of laps around the hockey field. I considered pushing my self to the front of the pack. But I held back and made sure I paced my self. My breathing was steady and after we finished running the laps I received a lot of smiles from the girls. Coach Walden had taken note and she just smiled. Coach Johnson, Coach Walden's assistant, handed me a four foot long J shaped stick. The group then practiced dribbling the ball whilst keeping control of it with the hockey stick. We practiced passing the ball to each other. Then we took shots at the goal. With and without a goal keeper. Again I took it steady. I was thankful that I was wearing a sports bra. I adjusted my bra straps and made it a bit more bearable. We as a group continued with the drills that Coach Johnson put us through. Despite the warm up exercises I found muscles I had forgotten about started to ache. But I pushed myself, I didn't want to embarrass myself. As I caught my breath, Coach Johnson announced that we would have a little match. And I was handed a green vest which I slipped over my head and adjusted the fit. Shelly Lewis smiled, "I'm amazed you're still standing Michelle," she paused, "You've proved to me you're a girl to look up to." Shelly was also wearing a green vest. "Thank you Shelly," I replied with a smile, "Now let's show them what we can do." We walked over to where 4 other girls in green vests waited. Carol Danvers smiled as I walked towards them, "Get over here," she said under her breath, "It appears that the Coach thinks we're underdogs. We need to prove her wrong," she looked at me, "Michelle, Do you think you can handle being a forward?" I paused before answering, "I'll give it a go Carol," I smiled. And give it ago I did. I worked out that Carol wanted me as a forward player because I was fast. I became game aware very quickly and scored a couple of goals. It also became apparent that they had forgotten I was actually male. As I received the traditional cold bucket baptism from the girls as I entered the shower. And they paraded around either in their bra and panties or naked. I was in every red blooded heterosexual males dream but all I could think about was getting dressed. I noticed both coaches smiling as they watched me. I accepted a playful towel swipe from Carol. Carol smiled as we walked out of the locker room together, "Michelle," she said, "Some of the girls are getting together this weekend for a sleepover," she looked at me, "Would you like to join us?" Shelly spoke up, "You've earned it Michelle," she chuckled, "You're one of us now. You're a girl as far as we're concerned," she paused, "So you get to have some girly fun..." she laughed. "I'm working this weekend," I answered, "But I'm sure my shift will be over in time for me to join you," I smiled at them both, "Do you want me to bring anything?" Shelly smiled, "Only a change of clothes, some nightwear and yourself." "And you could bring some munchies," Carol added, "We'll leave the choice of what up to you." 15. Michelle's Makeover The day of my makeover at 'FauxGirls' arrived. And so I dressed very simply. Minimal makeup and my clothing selection was something I could easily slip in and out of. I walked there with Claire who asked if she could come with me. The entry bell tinkled as we entered through the door of 'FauxGirls'. From the entrance it looked like a high class ladies boutique. It was filled with racks of dresses and displays of lingerie and other highly feminine items. A slight hint of perfume tickled my nose. Claire and I approached the cash desk where an attractive woman dressed in a white blouse and black skirt smiled at us in greeting. "Hello Ladies I'm Sophie," she smiled, "How may I help you today?" she asked. I smiled in return, "Hello Sophie," I said, "My name is Michelle Hunter. I believe you have a makeover session and photo shoot booked in my name," I reached into my handbag for the paperwork, "I have the voucher and relevant paperwork here." "We've been expecting you Ms. Hunter," Sophie smiled in reply, "But you needn't have bothered to dress," she chuckled, "You could have come dressed as your male self," she looked me up and down, "But I must say you make a very beautiful girl." I blushed slightly as I looked at Sophie, "Thank you. I've been living as a girl for the last weeks Sophie. Dressing as a boy would feel a little alien to me," I shrugged, "Because I may make the choice to transition." "We do have a few clients who come to us to help in that regard," Sophie mentioned, "But here are your makeover options," I was handed a brochure, "I've been told that one of the photographs is going to be used in your School's yearbook. Do you have any ideas what you would like to wear for that photo?" I nodded. And with a smile said, "A slinky evening dress. Preferably in black with matching shoes. And maybe opera gloves," I looked at Claire, "And perhaps a different coloured wig." Sophie nodded in agreement. And was all smiles as I made my other selections. I was led to the changing room as Claire was taken to a waiting longue. Sophie introduced me to Sandra who would be performing the makeover and supervising the photo shoot in the in house studio. I looked around and saw several portrait size pictures of previous clients. I wondered if one of my shots would end up on the wall. Sandra, who insisted I call her Sandy giggled when she saw my first choice. She looked at me and smiled, "You'll make a lovely Maid my dear," she winked, "Let's make some magic." I stripped down to my underwear. But Sandy had some for me to wear. She suggested I keep my panties on but handed me some light tan tights to wear. Over which some white ruffled silk panties were slipped on. A waist nipper shrank my waist and the push them up bra lifted my breasts up and gave me a very pronounced cleavage. A short black maids dress was slipped over my head after I had stepped into several frilly petticoats. The skirt of the dress spread out slightly and a small heart shaped apron was added which was tied at my waist with a fancy bow at my back. The dress bodice was left bare. But the heart shaped neckline showed my new cleavage to perfection. Sandy suggested a page boy style wig which just covered my ears a little maids cap and a pair of black heeled court shoes completed the outfit. I had tears in my eyes as I saw myself in the mirrors. Several photos were taken. One was taken when I went to see Claire in the waiting room and I served her a drink. I remembered to act as if I was her maid and she was my mistress. The next outfit was the Pan-Am air stewardess uniform. All traces of my maid persona were removed. So I started to get ready as the stewardess. My make up was very subtle and not overly done. A tight fitting panty girdle was topped by a corselet with suspender tags for stockings. Nude stockings and a long line white bra completed my underwear. My waist looked very slim and I had to take short breaths. I smiled as I was feeling very feminine everything felt right. Sandy handed me a white cap sleeved collared blouse which I slipped on and buttoned up. A lined powder blue panelled skirt followed and I tucked the blouse in and smoothed in down. Sandy helped me with the scarf. A powder blue jacket followed which I slipped on. Bronze almost gold like Pan-Am flight crew wings sat over the left breast. I did it up and looked at myself in the mirror. And I started to put on the white wrist length gloves after stepping into a pair of black closed toe 2 inch heeled shoes. Sandy smiled as she handed me a powder blue derby hat complete with a gold Pan-Am logo. A Pan-Am handbag completed the outfit. I felt as if I was walking on air in the uniform. I could understand the attraction. The camera flashed and more pictures were taken. Claire stood open mouthed as she saw me. Due to the tightness of the underwear my steps when walking were delightfully feminine as she put it. Another stewardess uniform was found for Claire and several more photos were taken of the two of us. Sandy suggested I took a shower to get ready for my evening wear shoot. I agreed. The water felt fantastic as it beat gently against my skin. They were aware of my body suit and the cleansing products reflected this. I came out of the shower glowing and fully refreshed. Claire helped me dry myself down. We had a sneaky snuggle. But Sandy was soon back down to business and with her help I started to get dressed. She handed me a black garter belt which I put on with practiced ease, black silk panties followed and I got the familiar shiver of pleasure as the soft fabric gently caressed my skin as I put them on. I adjusted my garter straps in preparation for the stockings. Which I rolled up my hair free legs attaching them to the garter belt. They were seamed so I checked that the seams were straight. Sandy smiled as she informed me that for the dress she had in mind I would need to wear a corset to help bring my waist in. The corset was beautifully made and was comfortable to wear. The corset bra cups held my breasts beautifully. Sandy pulled the corset strings as tight as she could and tied them off. The floor length evening gown was made of black silk and had a V shaped neckline which showed off my ample faux cleavage. Sandy applied my make up and gave me another subtle look. We chose to go with a long auburn wig which was shoulder length. It was styled so that I had two tendrils of hair which framed my face. And billowed gently over my shoulders. Clip on ear rings hung from my ear lobes and a heart shaped locket hung from a necklace around my neck. I looked down and my nails were a deep purple in colour. I posed for the photos with my head held high. My smiles were genuine I had never felt as good as I was feeling now. I felt like a woman, I wanted to be this vision of beauty I saw in the mirror. I was joined by Claire who had also received a makeover. She stood next to me in a similar styled gown but where as mine was black, Claire's was a deep red. She looked beautiful. Before long it was time for the dream to end, and it was back to reality for both of us. Sophie asked if our double picture could be used for publicity purposes for 'FauxGirls'. We agreed as we both felt it was a wonderful picture. Sophie then smiled, "Then as payment you can both have what you wore in the picture. The dresses, the shoes, the lingerie and the jewellery. You earned them." Sandy was smiling as she approached the cash desk. She handed me a portfolio with the pictures that had been taken along with a Disc which also contained the pictures in a digital format. "You're very photogenic Michelle," Sandy said with a smile, "Have you thought about being a model?" she looked at me, "Because I think that you are perfect for being the poster girl for 'FauxGirls'," her smile was infectious, "And we feel that we should use real transgender girls rather than real girls." I paused in thought, "I haven't thought about being a model," I smiled, "And I admit I had fun today," I looked at Claire who was smiling, "May I please think about your offer? Because I don't want to rush in to something only to find I've made the wrong choice," I looked at Sophie and Sandy, "I hope you understand." Sophie spoke first, "Michelle take your time," she smiled, "Our offer is genuine and I think it would do you good," she chuckled slyly, "I sense you're on the cusp of making a major decision. Perhaps being a transgender model will help." My thoughts went to Carmen Carrera, Andreja Pejic transgender models who I actually admired, "Claire," I turned to my girlfriend, "What do you think?" "That you need to think about it," Claire answered, "You look fantastic in the pictures. Some girls would love to have the figure you've got," she squeezed my hand affectionately, "But the choice in the end is yours." I smiled in understanding. Thanking Sophie and Sandra I said I would contact them about their offer. I thought I'd ask a few more people before I made my choice. My mother and Eos collected us from 'FauxGirls'. And so I sat in the back of the car with Claire. As we pulled away Eos smiled and asked, "How did it go? What are the pictures like? Did you have fun?" "Well Eos," Claire replied, "Michelle makes a very good maid," she said with a smile as I shook my head, "She's beautiful as a stewardess. But she is a real beauty in evening wear." Eos chuckled, "I'd love to see the pictures," she paused, "You did have pictures taken?" she asked, "I hope you did." "I saw several extra bags," My mother stated, "I hope you didn't spend too much in there," Mum looked at me, "You've got something on your mind Michelle. Would you care to share?" "Oh the bags contain the Evening wear outfits we both wore," I answered, "As a couple of my pictures are going to be used for promoting 'FauxGirls'. And as for what's on my mind," I chewed my lip, "I've been asked to be a model for 'FauxGirls'." My mothers smile broadened, "A model?" she chuckled, "I knew I had beautiful daughters," she nodded her head, "And the fact you've been 'scouted' so to speak proves it. Did you give the girls at 'FauxGirls' an answer?" "I told them that I'd have to think about it Mum," I answered honestly, "Because I don't want to rush into it. Only to find I've made a mistake," I looked at my siblings, "It's a bit like the transition question," I thought for a moment, "I am not sure. But the fact that I was asked... It excites me..," I smiled, "And I believe it will be an exclusive contract with 'FauxGirls'." Eos turned to look at me, "I thought that 'FauxGirls' already used models?" "They do," I replied, "But they have to use real women," I looked at my sister, "They said that they would like to use me because I am a transgender girl," I said, "I'm a member of their target audience and clientele. So using me would be a good idea." Claire then said, "I think that Mikki should think about it," she smiled at me, "But then again if she's got a talent," she took a breath, "I think she should use it." Eos sat back in her seat, "I cannot believe it," she said, "My little brother, who is now my sister has been asked to be a model," she chuckled, "What did I help to create?" she winked at me through the rear view mirror. My mother interrupted her, "A lovely young woman Eos," she also smiled, "You helped create a lovely young woman," she also chuckled, "A young woman who is a lot more confident than she believes." I blushed slightly and Claire turned to me, "Your Mum is right Michelle," she grinned, "As Michelle you're a lot more confident in your self," she looked away briefly, "It's as if you were meant to be a girl," she looked back at me, "A girl who I'll love no matter what choice you make." I took a breath, "Well I have let the Genie out of the bottle," I sighed, "And I don't think she's going to want to go back in," I looked at my reflection in the car window, "I know what your going to ask. But I don't know. I still don't know. It seems that everything I'm doing is going to lead to me transitioning," I looked away, "And that is scaring me." Claire reached over and gently squeezed my knee, "Be grateful that you've got us Michelle," she lent over and kissed my cheek, "You've got me," another kiss, "You've got support. There are those out there that haven't." Josephine sprung to mind as did Jennifer. There were those at school who look on us as freaks. But thankfully they were in the minority. I chuckled as I remembered the sleepover with my friends from my Gym class. They had accepted me as a girl, one of them, someone they called talk to. 16. Its not all makeup and pretty dresses. The function at the country club was still a few weeks away. I kept my promise to Eos and I took her out for some brother/sister time. But I had to fight myself and tried not to use the female mannerisms that had become second nature to me. I had also agreed to be the model for 'FauxGirls'. With what I was earning at 'Wisions and Wessel's' I was building up a healthy bank balance. Saving a fair amount to help pay for college, but leaving a reasonable amount for my own use. My femme life became a little easier after 'FauxGirls' got a new range of items to make looking like a woman easier. Rather than wear a torso body suit, I was now wearing a panty matched to my skin tone that allowed me to function like a genetic girl. And my breasts like wise felt as if I had grown them myself. I missed the bodysuit. But thanks to wearing the suit I had developed a feminine figure and no longer had to wear a padded panty brief. The breasts and panty were designed for long term use. Of course I had been photographed wearing said items for the 'FauxGirls' catalogue and web store. My face was hidden of course. And I was officially listed as 'Product Tester' for the company that produced them. My uniform tee-shirts for 'Wisions and Wessel's' made me laugh when I first saw them. They were a v-necked fitted shirt. With the open neck hinting at my cleavage. With interlinked W's out lining the V. A little like Wonder Woman's uniform after one of the many re-boots. My name was embroidered so it sat on my left breast. And so towards the end of a shift at 'Wisions and Wessel's' as I was dumping the stores rubbish into the dumpster at the back of store I thought nothing of it when I heard someone call, "Michelle?" "Yes," I answered turning towards the direction of the voice, "How can I help you?" The man standing before me grinned evilly, "By staying exactly where you are," he moved closer, "But your name isn't really Michelle now is it?" he queried, "It's actually Michael isn't it?" he stepped closer, "The faggot who wants to be a girl. The faggot who's going to get to see what it's like to be a girl." He stepped forward. I stepped back, "I'm afraid you may have me confused with someone else," I said, "My name is Michelle. I don't know this Michael." I stepped back again to have my shoulders grabbed from behind by another pair of hands. "Oh I know exactly who you are," he said as I was forced to the ground, "I suggest you don't struggle," he laughed, "But it will be more fun for us if you do." I was struck across the face as I resisted. He stood before me and unzipped his fly. His colleague continued to hold me down so I was level with his crotch. My eyes went wide with fear. I began to panic. As I did I felt my skirt being moved I heard my tights being pulled down. My assailant continued to grin, "You know what to do," his erect member hung before me, "Do it gently, do it slowly. I want to enjoy it..." I awoke a little dazed and confused. I was crouching by the dumpster discarded like a piece of rubbish, my panties round my knees, my tights torn and I was feeling sick. I was shaking and I forced my self to stand up. I couldn't see where my assailants had gone. I vomited and vomited, I had a sickly taste in my mouth, and I felt violated... Joe, my co-worker, called out "Michelle!" he came round the side of the dumpster and saw me shaking and trying to avoid his gaze, "JOANNA....!" he shouted, "You best get out here...!" "What is up Joe?" she asked as she saw him standing there, "You can tell me." "It's Michelle," he said with concern, "She's been..." Joanna came round the side of the dumpster, "Joe call the Police and an Ambulance," she came closer to me, "It's going to be ok Michelle. It's going to be OK," she said softly, "What happened?" I fell into her arms and broke down, "They... They..." I forced myself to talk, "They attacked me, they raped me, made me..." "Shush now sweetheart," Joanna held me and gently rocked me to comfort me, "We'll get them," she said, "We'll get them..." I collapsed into my Aunt's arms and passed out. I fainted as all my energy was drained. I remember waking up with a start in a private room. At the hospital I was prodded, poked, probed, scanned, tested and questioned. The nurses were sympathetic and I was treated like any genetic girl who had been through a similar experience. My special panty was taken away for testing. I knew I wouldn't be getting it back. I lay in my hospital bed and stared at the ceiling. I had allowed myself to be violated. I should've fought back or at least tried to fight back. My eyes flickered open. Claire was in the chair by my bed, "Hey there you," she said softly, "You had us all worried," she smiled, "I'll help you pull through this Michelle," she waved to my family, "We'll help you pull through." I started to cry again. And my mother was there to hold me, "Let it out Michelle," she whispered, "You've been through a tough experience," she held me tight, "My poor, poor baby girl," she let me go, "I didn't expect..." "Neither did I Mum," I cut her off, "Neither did I. I just want to get back to normal as soon as I can," I looked up for a nurse, "I'm ready to give my statement to the police." Which I did. I gave them all the details I could remember. I repeated my description of my assailants and left it in their hands. I had been raped, violated and would have to live with that memory. It was suggested that I go back to being Michael. I don't remember who suggested it but I stood up for my self and told everyone that Michelle was here to stay. I had gone through a bad experience. But I still had other challenges to face. 17. We have normality, or what passes as normal... I was given time off school to recover, Eos bought any assignments I was required to complete home. Which I completed as soon as I received them. I also wrote about my experience on my blog and my other social media sites. I wasn't going to let what happened get me down. My special panty was replaced by an improved version. Sophie explained that I would be able to experience what it was like to have a monthly visitor. And that the panty was experimental. I chuckled slightly and wondered if it could be timed to be in sync with my girlfriend. Dr Clarke also got in touch with me. She apologised for the lateness in getting back to me with my results, but she had had the tests rerun due to the first result being in her mind 'puzzling'. She asked for me to come in and see her. So I sat before her as she explained that for some reason I had abnormally high concentrations of oestrogen, the female hormone, in my system. And my chromosomes were actually XXY. I had an extra chromosome. "Doctor Clarke," I paused, "Does this mean what I think it means?" I asked, "Because if it does," I smiled, "It would explain a lot." "Michelle," Doctor Clarke smiled, "It does," she checked her notes, "It means that technically. Technically you're actually a girl with an optional extra." "Wow," I said, "I can actually put the fact I can pass as a girl down to genetics," I laughed, "It also explains why I've not had start shaving everyday," I shook my head, "Does my mother know?" I asked. "No," Doc. Clarke answered, "You can tell her the news yourself if you are inclined to do so," she smiled, "But I suggest you talk to your girlfriend," she chuckled, "Especially if you plan on taking your relationship to the next step. She needs to know." It was my turn to chuckle, "Claire has always said that I should have been born a girl," I chewed my lip, "And now I get to tell her 'Guess what Claire?" Doctor Clarke then surprised me, "I need to ask you how you are feeling?" she looked at me, "I am aware of what happened to you. So you don't have to hide your feelings." "How do I feel?" I replied, "I feel," I paused in thought, "I feel sad, sad that the men who did what they did feel they were being 'Men'," I closed my eyes, "I feel ashamed that I didn't fight back," I started to cry, "I feel violated." I was handed some tissues, "Thank you," I gently dabbed away my tears, "But I can say with my hand on my heart," I forced a smile, "I am proud to be who I am. Yes I was raped. But I am still me. I am alive," I took a breath, "And I have a fantastic girlfriend whose helped my through it." Claire had been fantastic. There were times when a sound, a voice or something trivial like a smell triggered a flashback, but Claire was there to reassure me. The girls at school were also supportive with some coming round to see me at home. Jennifer, one of the other Trans girls, suddenly realised that what happened to me could happen to her. And she started to tone her behaviour down which pleased her mother. Josephine on the other hand seemed to become a little withdrawn when she came to visit. I made a mental note to keep an eye on her. I asked Jennifer to do the same. But we needn't have worried. As Jo eventually came to me and said that hearing what had happened to me had scared her and that she was having second thoughts. She told me that my sticking to my principles and remaining in the programme had given her the push that she needed. The best news that she imparted to us was that her mother had finally realised that she wasn't going through a phase and had accepted her as her daughter. Of course Ms. Steiner the schools councillor was having weekly group meetings with Jo, Jenny and myself. And I have to admit she was surprised how quick I was in trying to get my life back to normal. She told me not to rush. On a suggestion I received I requested a couple of one to one sessions with her. Because it was gently thought that I needed them. Outwardly I was putting on a brave face, but I still had some concerns. I was also given an address for a support group that helped women and girls who had been through experiences like mine. I got up from my bed and placed the copy of 'Femme' magazine I had been reading on my desk. The house was quiet, Mum was working in her office, Eos was at school and Tanya was at work. I wished I had someone to talk to other than my collection of 'Barbie's' which had sprung up since my decision to live as a girl. Of course there was my stuffed bear Ted, my keeper of secrets, my silent confidant, but that paled with my need. I left my room and was surprised to hear voices coming from the kitchen. I went downstairs and recognised the voices of my parents. And for once it sounded like a civil conversation. I thought about going back to my room but I continued and made my way to the kitchen. My mother looked up and smiled as I entered, "Hello sweetheart, Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked. Coffee, Dad didn't drink tea. "Hi Mum, Hey Dad," I gave a wan smile, "A cup of coffee would be fine. Thank you," I sat down, "So for what do we owe the pleasure of your company Dad?" My father put his cup down, "I've actually come to see you Michael..," he smiled and paused at his mistake, "Sorry, I mean Michelle. I heard what happened and I thought I'd better come and see how you are," he took a gulp of coffee, "And to give you these," he hand me a bouquet of flowers, "If you'll accept them?" I ignored his mistake and I took the flowers from him with a smile, "Dad," I was gobsmacked, "They're beautiful. Thank you," I wanted to hug him but for some reason I held back. "I did think about getting you some beer," he grinned, "But given your life style choice. Flowers were the better option," he came over and I stood up as he hugged me, "I may not approve of your choice Michelle," he was starting to tear up, "But you are my child," he gently whispered, "my daughter..." the words slipped out, "My daughter who will hopefully help me understand," he dipped his head, "Because I would like to." My mother stood open mouthed as she listened as she prepared a fresh pot of coffee. My father continued, "Michelle I'm going to make a promise," he looked right into my eyes, "What happened to you will not happen again," his tone was serious, "I promise you it won't," he hugged me again, "Those individuals who," he paused, "The scum that attacked and took you will be found and punished," he took a breath and added, "And I hope they're praying that I don't get to them first," he looked at my mother and my self, "Because no-one. And I mean no-one hurts a member of my family." He finished his coffee, hugged both me and my mother and said his goodbyes. I walked him to the door. He kissed my cheek goodbye, "See you soon kitten," he smiled as was gone. I closed the door and leant against the wall. Dad had called me 'Kitten'. He didn't even call Tanya or Eos by pet names. Why did he call me 'Kitten?' I would hopefully find out one day. I was still puzzled by what my father had called me when I returned to the kitchen. Mum noticed this and asked, "You're looking a little troubled Michelle. What's bothering you?" I scratched my forehead softly, "Something Dad said before he left," I replied, "Dad called me 'Kitten'," I looked at my mother, "He called me 'Kitten'. But I've not heard him call Tanya and Eos by any pet names. So why me?" I sat down. My mother sat next to me handing me a mug of coffee, "It sounds like he's trying to come to terms with the fact that he may be losing his son