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Another Christmas tale Chapter 1 Ron. Ronald or as he preferred to be called Ron, sat on the edge of his bed and as usual he'd managed to force himself to get up and face the world, he stretched a little in an attempt to alleviate some of the usual aches and pains that came with his age. Standing up he went over to the old oak dresser that his wife Marjorie had so loved, he picked up a framed black and white photograph of them both in much happier times and kissed it. "Oh just look at that head of hair," Ron said out loud as he looked at his younger self, dressed in his suit with his dark hair slicked back. The young woman with him looked radiant in her traditional wedding gown. Ron smiled at the photo for several seconds before placing it back down and heading over to get his slippers. As he slid his feet into his favourite old tartan slippers he felt an unexpected obstruction in one of them. "What on earth!" he exclaimed as he slowly bent down to pick up the offending slipper. On retrieving the slipper he tipped it up and found that several sweets wrapped in waxed paper that had been stuffed into it fell to the floor, Ron then tipped the remaining wrapped sweets onto the dresser then took a single one, unwrapped it and then popped it into his mouth. On tasting the sweet he was instantly reminded of his own happy childhood and of Christmas days long ago in the years just following the Second World War with his brother and sisters. Ron's childhood had been a very happy one as being the youngest child by several years he always got lots of attention and hugs from his sisters and mum and as Ron sucked on the boiled sweet he felt a tear forming in his eye. 'Oh I wish my sisters were alive now for one last hug.' he thought to himself as he wiped away the tear that had now run down his cheek with the back of his hand. After checking his other slipper for sweets (there were none) Ron slipped them on and donned his old comfortable dressing gown before going to the bathroom and ultimately downstairs to breakfast. After sitting silently eating his breakfast and then cleaning away the dishes Ron dressed for the day and after wrapping up warm and adding a scarf to keep the cold off his chest he left his house to get his usual morning newspaper. Once finished at the newsagents Ron took his newspaper and the little paper packet containing 2oz of his favourite sweets along towards the local park that had the unfortunate nickname of the 'Tip Park'. Ron would have preferred to have taken a longer walk to the Dene but just didn't feel up to the longer walk today in the cold, on finding an unoccupied bench seat he sat down placed the little packet of sweets to his side and opened up his paper to read it in the weak sunshine. Ron didn't chew his sweets he just sucked them as his teeth were no longer up to the strain involved in demolishing midget gems but he enjoyed them nevertheless as he read through the alleged news in his newspaper. Some time later as Ron was in the no man's land area of his paper, after the news but before the sport just wading through endless advertisements for things that he didn't know he needed, he heard a polite voice ask. "Excuse me?" Ron looked up to find a man much the same apparent age as himself standing by his bench, the man was dressed in several layers of very warm looking clothing that made him look much fatter than he probably was, he smiled at Ron. "Would it be Okay if I shared the bench with you Sir?" Ron appraised the man, he was obviously a homeless man or vagrant but was very well spoken and despite his clothing seemed clean, Ron smiled at the man as he shuffled a little further towards the edge of the bench to give the homeless man more room. "Of course please." Ron gestured to the seat. "Thank you sir, oh it's good to get the weight off my feet for a moment." Ron picked up his little packet of sweets and offered them to his new companion. "Care for a Midget gem? They are the proper old fashioned hard ones not the new soft ones, I'm Ron by the way," The man smiled and reached into the packet and extracted a single black sweet and said, "Nicholas but you can call me Nick if you wish, the black ones are my favourite thank you," the two men sat sucking on their sweets for a minute or two silently before Ron asked. "I've never seen you here before Nick, do you live here or are you just passing through?" "Just passing through Ron, do you sit here often?" "I didn't have time in the past Nick but since my wife passed on I do it, more to get myself out of the house than anything else," Nicholas turned to Ron and said, "I am so sorry for your loss Ron, if I'd known I wouldn't have said anything." "It's okay Nick, I've come to terms with my loss now, we had many very happy years together and I just know that I will be joining her sooner rather than later so how could I be unhappy at that?" Nicholas leant over and touched Ron's hand. "You know I think that you will be reunited soon with Marjorie, could I possibly have another sweet please?" Ron did not seem to notice that Nicholas had mentioned his wife's name and passed him the packet. "Here Nick, you might as well have the rest I'll only have my doctor whingeing on at me about my blood sugar, cholesterol or some other nonsense if I eat them all." Nicholas got up from the seat and took the packet containing the rest of Ron's sweets and graciously accepted them. "I hope to see you again very soon Ron, oh and I would wrap up again as it looks like snow." Ron smiled at Nicholas as he slowly walked away and thought to himself 'It's sunny how can he think it was going to snow?' Ron returned to his paper only to have it nearly blown from his fingers a few seconds later by a sudden gust of wind and then he started to feel tiny little pebbles of hail against his face, Ron quickly fastened up his coat and turned to where the Nicholas had gone, only to see him engulfed in the thickening mix of hail and wet snow. "Ha, Nick was right he should have been a weather forecaster." Ron rolled up his now partly soggy newspaper got up from his seat and headed towards home and a nice hot cup of tea. Chapter 2 Honestly we think that this would be for the best Dad. A few days after his encounter with Nicholas, Ron decided that this year he would put up a few of his Christmas decorations and try to enter into the spirit, so he went up into the attic of his home to locate the boxes of decorations so lovingly packed nearly seven Christmas's ago by his soon to be deceased wife. Whilst hunting for the top ornament for the Christmas tree Ron came upon an old battered suitcase that he had almost forgotten about and felt a feeling in his chest that he hadn't felt for many years, taking a deep breath Ron opened the suitcase and to his absolute delight he found that despite Marjorie telling him otherwise she hadn't thrown out his old dressing up clothes, his old heart then filled with both joy and sadness as he opened the large case and then pulled out from it's tissue wrapping an old 1960's style shift dress with it's bold patterns and colours and whilst holding the dress to his chest Ron moved back and forth enjoying the feeling of the skirt's hem swishing against his trousered legs. As Ron moved and swished back and forth he remembered back to the time long ago when he'd admitted to his new girlfriend a young and impressively pretty Marjorie that he sometimes liked to wear woman's clothing and with a smile he remembered Marjorie's reaction, she'd just smiled and hugged him and then whispered into his ear that she'd just known that he was special. Marjorie was neither shocked at his admission nor upset by it and over the next few months and years actively participated in his dressing up, helped him with his look and even brought items of clothing home for him to wear. Unfortunately for both Marjorie and Ron as time marched on so did his body' and eventually and with great sadness on both sides he stopped dressing en femme in the evenings and weekends as his body slowly changed from his original boyish figure and into a more typical male figure and he could no longer pass as a young woman whilst out. Ron and his wife did however continued with their dressing games in the privacy of their home until their children started to become aware and curious it was then that they reluctantly agreed that he should stop dressing completely, with one or two exceptions for Halloween or for fancy dress over the years. Now however his children had left home and he no longer had to be a big strong father figure, Ron smiled to himself placed the dress back on top of the pile in the suitcase and dragged it from the attic down into his room. "Oh why on earth shouldn't I?" he heard himself saying as he pulled the box into his bedroom. Ron then spent the next two hours going through all of the clothing and underwear in the chest, as he removed his socks and slipped on his old sling back kitten heeled shoes he felt excited and for the first time since his wife passed on he felt really good. Ron then found his old silk kimono robe and slipped it on. He only wished that his wife could have been here to share his rediscovery. To Ron's disappointment not all of the clothing had survived as well as others and the contents of his makeup bag were now well past their sell by date and had dried up but undeterred he used something that hadn't been available to him the last time he'd dressed he logged onto his computer and used the internet, then after ordering several items online went into his kitchen, his old silk kimono robe billowing in the breeze he created as he walked. Ron made himself a cup of tea and sat at the kitchen table with his legs crossed allowing one of his heels to dangle from his foot. Ron looked through this mornings post and sighed as he opened a brown A4 envelope and pulled out a brochure for yet another rest home with a ridiculous name and remembered back to when his son Clive and pushy wife Marcia had visited him the previous month, the conversation started with. "Dad we've been thinking." And went on through. "This house must really be a handful for you now," passing briefly through. "I mean if you ever wanted to sell It." And the conversation ended with His son and wife passing several brochures over too him for various rest homes/apartments/ sheltered accommodation and eventually saying. "Honestly we think that this would be for the best Dad." Ron of course handled his son impeccably and said that he would give their suggestion "Very careful consideration." And thanked them both before ushering them both out of his house with the excuse that he needed to be somewhere. Ron spent rest of the day putting Christmas decorations up and assembling his old tree whilst still wearing his heels and his silken Kimono, he just couldn't believe how much he was enjoying his little dressing session and was very excited by the purchases that would hopefully arrive tomorrow. Chapter 3 Ron rediscovers his feminine side. Ron woke early the next morning and very quickly realised that he was not in his normal pyjamas, he smiled to himself as he felt the thin straps of his nightgown tugging at his shoulders as he moved. 'Oh this feels so good' thought Ron as he ran his hands down his body feeling the fabric pull slightly against the shoulder straps as he did. Ron moved to the edge of the bed and slipped his feet into the 1" heeled bedroom slippers he'd unearthed the evening before, he then slipped on his kimono once more and fastened it tightly around the waist. Looking out of the window he noticed it was still dark outside, Ron then left his room and went out onto the landing and then into the bathroom where he started to run himself a bath. Whilst his bath was running he went downstairs and made himself a cup of tea returning a few minutes later to the bathroom with it. Ron slipped off his robe and nightie and then stepped into the warm water and sighed. When Ron returned to his room over an hour later his legs no longer had a single hair on them as he'd shaved them completely smooth. Ron pulled on a beautiful pair of nylon and lace panties before his baggy beige trousers vest and shirt, he then slipped on his kitten heeled shoes before going downstairs to have a little breakfast. After breakfast Ron who was now wearing his usual brown leather shoes instead of the heels he'd been wearing took the bus to the local high street where he wandered unnoticed up and down the isles of the local discount store picking up Pens, printer ink, bubble bath, seed to feed the birds, a three pack of 60 denier tights and two other pairs of 15 denier tights. The young girl at the checkout didn't seem to even notice his extra purchases as she scanned them and placed them into a 5p carrier bag, Ron smiled at the young woman and left the shop with a smile, after buying some groceries he then got onto another bus that took him to within walking distance of home. Getting off the bus however he headed down towards the local park as he usually did. It was cool but not cold when Ron found his usual seat in the park, Ron took his old trusty Thermos from his bag and a Tupperware box containing Cheese and pickle sandwiches amongst other things, he placed them on the seat by his side and took out his newspaper. Ron opened his newspaper and as he looked through the news he wondered when actual real world news had taken a back seat to celebrity gossip and other trivia. "Excuse me?" Ron looked up and smiled It was the homeless man from a few days ago. "Hello there Nick, please sit down." "Oh thank you, It's Ron isn't it?" "You remembered, yes it is." "I'm not disturbing your privacy am I?" "Not at all Nick, Actually I was just about to have a sandwich, you're welcome to join me if you wish," Ron peeled the lid of the Plastic container and offered Nick one of his sandwiches," Nick smiled making his bushy beard appear larger than normal. "Cheese and pickle, It's been a while since I had cheese and pickle Ron," Nick took out one of the sandwiches and placed it on his lap whilst Ron poured milky tea into two plastic cups. "It has sugar in I hope you don't mind?" Nick took the cup and sipped at the hot milky liquid. "Perfect Ron, thank you so much." As Ron and Nick sat looking out over the football field eating their sandwiches and drinking tea Nick commented. "You seem somehow different today Ron, calmer no not calmer you seem more serene, it suits you," Ron didn't dare tell Nick that he'd rediscovered cross-dressing, as he didn't want him to think that he was some kind of pervert. "I rediscovered something yesterday that I used to love doing Nick." "Oh sort of a hobby then?" enquired Nick. "Yes sort of, it's not to every ones Taste but my wife and I derived a lot of pleasure out of it when we were younger and I'd forgotten just how much I missed it." The old man turned to Ron and smiled as though he knew exactly what Ron was talking about, he then turned and looked out over the football pitch to the playground beyond. "Look at those small children over there Ron, laughing, playing and running around without an apparent care in the world, the world is still huge and wondrous to them it's the start of their big adventure and they look raring to go." "I was like that once Nick or should I say that Marjorie and I were like that, we were going to explore the world together but real life and poor contraception meant that we had to modify our aspirations. We loved our children and had many really good times with them but I think we both were looking forward to a time when we could just be a couple again and go out on our own little adventures once more," Ron paused for a second, took another sip of tea and looked at Nick who was smiling, "I suppose that must sound really selfish to you, I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to come out like that." A little to Ron's surprise Nick carried on smiling, placed his gloved hand on his and said, "Not at all my child everyone should dream once in a while, your wife was cruelly taken from you before either of you had a chance to fulfil your dreams, who however knows what the future holds." Ron smiled at his newest friend "I have a pretty good idea Nick, it's something like the happy valley retirement home, daytime television to weaken my mind and then a quick decline into senility." "Oh that is not what I am seeing Ronald, I see something completely different in your future." Ron should have been unnerved by what Nick had just said but he wasn't he just smiled and nodded at the smiling old man with crumbs in his whiskers. Nick and Ron sat on the bench sheltered by a several large evergreens for several more minutes whilst they both finished off Ron's packed lunch, Ron then got up from the seat and said, "I'm sorry Nick I'm going to have to be making tracks now as I'm expecting deliveries today and I still have a couple of chores to do," Nick also got up from the bench they'd been sharing. "Yes and I too must be going." "I'm going this way." "Me too," replied Nick with a smile. The two old men walked together out of the park and onto a long terraced street named after a place in Northumberland. "I was just going to go to the local shops to try and find a present for my youngest grandson he's five and I haven't really got a clue what to get him." Nick listened and Ron curiously wasn't the least bit surprised when Nick suggested. "Sam is probably quite scared of his big new room and would benefit from a friend to keep him company when he's alone at night, you could get him say a teddy bear or something like that." "Oh a teddy bear, my daughter in law wouldn't like that Nick." "Yes but it's not her that is lying in bed terrified to go to the toilet in the middle of the night is it Ron?" Ron thought about what Nick had just said, as Sam loved playing with his wife's old cuddly toys that now sat on the spare bed in the back bedroom. "You know I think that Sam deserves at least one Teddy bear, it was suggested that I get him something educational but I think I'll go with your idea." "That's the spirit old chap, unfortunately this is where we now have to part company but I will see you once more before Christmas." "Oh okay then." Nick turned left and headed off down a back lane. 'What a lovely man,' he thought to himself as he headed up towards the local shops. When Ron returned home later, the first thing he did was to lock his front door and head upstairs into his room with his purchases he quickly unlaced his shoes and kicked them off he then found the pack of 60 Denier tights and after removing one pair soon had a leg balled up and with more than a hint of excitement placed his foot into it's waiting confinement. A few minutes later Ron was gently smoothing the thin fabric up his legs and over his hips he was smiling broadly as long suppressed feelings overcame him once more, he quickly found a half slip and a long dark pleated skirt and slipped his feet into a pair of dark blue court shoes with a 3" heel. Ron then sat on his bed and admired his stockinged legs and his heels, he could feel the coolness of the slip as his legs rubbed against the silky fabric, "I was just born too early," he commented to himself. Ron had a little trouble negotiating the stairs in his higher heels as he went down stairs a little later, he was now wearing trousers once more but underneath his clothing was anything but manly as he was still wearing his lovely panties and his tights. A little later as Ron was watching the TV and wrapping presents the doorbell rang, looking out of the front bay window Ron noticed a delivery man with a couple of parcels, he kicked off his heels and slipped his slippers onto his stockinged feet and answered the door. "Couple of parcels for you mate," said the deliveryman, Ron signed for his parcels then closed and locked the front door once more, Taking his parcels through to the front room he placed them onto his coffee table and using the scissors he'd been recently using he cut through the secure banding in the two boxes. Within an hour Ron was sitting happily admiring his new long nails, they weren't real of course but self-adhesive, Ron didn't care however as he stared at them as he absolutely loved how they looked. Shaving his face Ron found out a little later should have been done before he'd applied his false nails as he had a great deal of difficulty holding the razor and keeping his nails out of the way. Chapter 4 The return of Veronique. Ron tried something different each day on the run up to the Christmas holidays on one day it might be a little lipstick followed the next by the addition of mascara, every day he added a little extra to his look and his feminine attire, almost as if he were opening doors to his own feminising advent calendar. Ron quickly remembered the old tricks and short cuts and was soon dressing en femme in the privacy of his own house almost all the time and when he was out shopping he almost always wore his lovely feminine underwear under his manly clothing, he knew that his dressing wouldn't last long as his days of independent living were now limited but this was not going to let that spoil him enjoying himself whilst he still could. It was his late wife that had first called him Veronique and it was on the evening that Ron gently placed the recently delivered styled wig onto his own head that she returned. Ron had already dressed in a black skirt that covered his stockinged knees and white blouse that covered his old stuffed bra, he'd carefully applied his makeup and was now sitting at his vanity looking at his latest purchase the wig, he took it off the polystyrene form and carefully located it on his head Ron adjusted it and combed out several unruly sections of hair before pinning it to the underlying net that was keeping what was left of his own hair in check. Ron took a brush and carefully repaired his lipstick and as he got up from his stool he took the black jacket that matched his skirt and slipped into it, he carefully fastened the four ornate buttons on his jacket before slipping on his now 4" heels and taking his new classic handbag from the bed. This was the first time that Ron had dressed completely as a woman in many years and his stomach fluttered as he made his was over to the mirror. When Ron reached the mirror he said nothing just looked, he moved left and right and ran his fingers with their long painted nails over his slim feminine looking hips and up over the slight bulge of his tissue stuffed bra and onto the face that he had spent so much time enhancing with foundation, concealer mascara eye shadow and several other product from his rapidly growing arsenal of mail order cosmetics. Gently touching his cheek with his glue on nails he smiled directly into the mirror and said in as sultry a voice as he could muster. "Hello Veronique I've missed you." Veronique then smiled turned and picked up her door keys from the dresser placed them in her handbag and she left her room, she then headed downstairs, pausing momentarily at the front door before taking a deep breath, opening it and stepping out into the cold night air. Veronique left her home and walked the short distance to the end of her street then entered the local well lit shopping street, fortunately due to the late hour and the miserable weather the street had very few people on it, not that Veronique particularly cared as she felt better now than at any time since her wife's death. Veronique slowly walked along the street heels clicking against the concrete paving slabs as she went, occasionally she would pause by one of the few shop windows that were not yet protected by ugly steel roller shutters and look at the window displays. Veronique knew that she would not pass close inspection by anyone so she actively avoided eye contact with people passing her by but she was having a complete ball and couldn't believe how free she felt as she strolled up the road. Eventually the shops stopped and gave way to terraced houses so she crossed over the road and walked past the old school on the return path of her evening excursion and resumed her browsing and as Veronique passed an open off licence, she wondered for a second if she should go in and buy her favourite cigarettes, Ron immediately reasserted himself. 'No not smoking, it took long enough to quit the first time,' he thought to himself, she could see her face smiling in the window as she turned on her heels and resumed her window shopping. It was nearly midnight before Veronique finally slipped the key into the old Yale lock of her front door and she entered, she immediately locked the door behind her and took of her jacket laying it carefully on the telephone table/seat, Veronique then went through into her kitchen and placed the strap of a very feminine apron over her head and tied it at the back. The next hour she spent preparing vegetables and stuffing for an early Christmas dinner tomorrow, once finished she checked on the turkey that had been defrosting in a plastic bowl by the sink before going upstairs to get ready for bed. Veronique gently massaged her ankles and calves after taking off her heels she then slipped into her low heeled slippers before going over to the dressing table and reluctantly starting to remove her makeup. It was just after one in the morning when Ron finally slipped between his new satin sheets in his nightie and fell into a deep and happy sleep. That evening Ron dreamt that he was a little girl of six or seven and that she and his next door neighbour a girl called pearl were the best of friends and did absolutely everything together. Chapter 5 Pre Christmas dinner. When Ron woke the next day his dream disturbed him somewhat as the young couple next door actually had a five year old daughter called pearl, she was very quiet, always played by herself and shunned all of the local children preferring her own company to theirs. Today Ron didn't dress femininely at all as he would be entertaining his son grandson and his daughter in law. After breakfast he started on the Christmas meal and placed the turkey into the oven he then took out some of the items that he had prepared in advance from the freezer to allow them to defrost. Ron was not upset that he wouldn't be able to spend Christmas with his family, as it was his daughter in laws turn to visit her parents. His own daughter now lived in Australia with her husband and his other two grandchildren so this Christmas day he'd resigned himself to spending Christmas day alone for the first time in many years. Ron's son and daughter in law arrived exactly 30 minutes late and made the usual apologies about being held up, Ron had heard all of these excuses before and just smiled and nodded sympathetically, Sam looked miserable but soon perked up when Ron gave him his first wrapped present. "A Teddy bear oh thank you Grandad," said Sam just before he got up and hugged Ron. "I thought that we'd agreed that we would get Sam only educational toys to aid with his development?" Stated Marcia whilst wearing her almost perpetual disapproving expression, today however Ron was having none of her sour faced antics, smiled and said, "Yes Marcia you did agree that we would only get Sam educational toys but I decided to go with my heart for once and be frivolous." Ron's son finally added. "And look dear Sam absolutely loves his present." "If it's any consolation Marcia I have also got Sam a little something else that I think you will approve of for him to open on Christmas day." Marcia did not look convinced but did notice that her son looked a lot happier now than he had for quite some time. The rest of the afternoon went without further incident and everyone seemed to enjoy the food that Ron had cooked for their early Christmas lunch and even his daughter in law seemed to finally let her hair down and enjoy herself towards the end. Ron left his son and wife in the living room whilst he went into the kitchen to make tea and coffee and whilst he was waiting for the kettle to boil his grandson came into the kitchen still clutching his new teddy to his chest. "Hello Sam." "Grandad?" asked Sam. "Yes Sam?" "Did Santa tell you that I wanted a Teddy?" Ron thought back to his new occasional friend Nick who'd suggested getting the Teddy bear and replied. "Yes I suppose in a way he did Sam," Sam looked really pleased with Ron's answer. "Oh good cos I asked him the other week when I visited him in his grotty." "He's a special Teddy Sam he'll keep you safe at night so that you can sleep safely," Sam's eyes lit up "Wow really Grandad?" Ron smiled and nodded reassuringly at his grandson and finished off making the refreshments whilst Sam stood watching, they then rejoined Sam's mum and dad who were now engrossed in the evening news on the TV Sam was sleepy when he finally left with his mum and dad but before he left he hugged Ron and even kissed him on his cheek. "I'm going to miss you Grandad," Ron's son laughed and said, "We're only going away for a few days Sam, you'll see your Grandad when we get back home." Sam then whispered into hid Grandfathers ear. "I'll remember you, I promise." Chapter 6 Unwanted attention. After his guests had left Ron locked the doors to his home and soon found himself dressing femininely once more he just couldn't help it, the desire within him had been suppressed for so long that once it had been let out it really didn't want to go back in the shadows, this did not worry Ron one little bit and he only wished that he'd been born in a more enlightened time. Soon Ron was dressed again in his feminine finery and had applied his makeup he curled up on his sofa with a glass of wine and started to relax and reminisce he remembered that in the 1960's his wife had the opportunity to go onto the new contraceptive pill and had jumped at the chance, he'd often wondered at the time what would have happened if he'd taken them as he'd read an article once somewhere about men working in a factory making contraceptive pills starting to develop breasts, Ron would have liked to have breasts and to have lived as a girl full time but the world was not ready for that kind of thing then, he laughed to himself and thought, 'it's barely ready for that kind of thing now.' Ron was more tired than he thought and with the aid of the wine he soon slipped into a comfortable sleep on his sofa. When Ron woke he felt cold and when he finally came to his senses he realised that it was nearly three in the morning, he slowly got up from the sofa and taking his wine glass with him went into the kitchen, he washed it and went up to bed. Ron woke late the next morning a little confused as he'd just had another strange dream and from the bit's that he could remember he'd been playing in the local park with the little girl next door and he was wearing a cute cotton summer dress, his legs were bare and he seemed to be having an immense amount of fun on the swings and climbing frame, this dream unnerved Ron somewhat. Christmas Day was a complete non-event for Ron, as he didn't dare dress as Veronique just in case he got an unexpected visitor, he didn't. On Boxing day however Veronique left the house just after Six in the evening and she didn't return from her walk through the local area until nearly half past seven, Veronique had even walked through the local park where she'd met with Nick but only managed to attract the attention of several youths who were busying themselves by vandalising some of the newly installed play equipment in the area designated for small children. "Here missus got any cigarettes?" shouted one of the youths to Veronique, She tried to avoid the youth's gaze but this only seemed to inflame the youth, who had been drinking. "Hoy missus," he continued as Veronique tried to get away as fast as her heels could carry her, the youth came towards Veronique but at the last moment just as a man walking his dog came into view the youth turned away. "Snooty cow," he muttered as he headed back towards his mates. Veronique's heart was pounding as she closed her front door behind her and fell back against it as she knew that even though her makeup was perfect that she would never pass close inspection, she resolved to be more careful in future. Later that evening as Veronique removed her makeup she noticed that the skin on her hands felt softer, she smiled to herself, as the moisturiser seemed to be working. Once dressed for bed Ron slipped between the covers and drifted into another deep sleep punctuated by strange dreams, almost all of which Ron could not remember but which had all been imprinted deep within his memory. The next day as Ron was placing items into his recycling bin he noticed that the little girl next door was in the street with her father, she was dressed in a thick purple coat and had a cycling helmet on, her father was holding the saddle of the bicycle she was on and was walking down the street whilst she peddled, Ron smiled as the little girl looked happy for once. Ron returned to his house to pick up another bag of waste and when he returned to put it in his wheelie bin he heard from next doors garden. "Hello." Ron looked over the fence and could see the little girl standing looking up at him she was smiling. "Hello, Did you get that bicycle for Christmas?" The little girl Grinned at Ron and nodded. "I like your nails they're pretty," said the little girl, Ron then realised with horror that he hadn't removed his nails the previous evening he coughed a little as he put both of his hands into his pockets and tried to peel his false nails off with his fingers. "I got a bike off Santa for Christmas, It's purple like my coat and has a basket on the front." "It's a really nice bicycle can you ride it yet?" The little girl scrunched up her face and said, "Sort of but Daddy still holds it for me," It was then that the little girls father came out of his garage. "Pearl, are you annoying Mr Cockerell?" "No daddy I don't think so," said the little girl Ron turned to the young man and said, "She's been no bother and was telling me about her new Bicycle," The young man then laughed and turned to his daughter. "So you like it now do you?" "Yes Daddy," replied the little girl defensively. "Pearl was upset on Christmas day because she didn't get what she asked Santa for, but then again she did ask for a new best friend," Ron looked down at the little girl who seemed to be a little annoyed at her father. "I'm sure that you will soon have lots of friends Err pearl," Pearl smiled Ron "I only need one best friend though and Santa said that if I was really good I would get one but I suppose a bike is okay too," Ron smiled at Pearl and her father. "I'd better be getting back in now as at my age I wouldn't want to catch a chill." Ron then turned and headed into his house. Pearl's father then said, "We're having a party on new years eve Mr Cockerell You're welcome to join us if you are free." Chapter 7 The long walk. On the evening before New years eve Ron became Veronique once more and she slipped out of her house for a walk just after seven in the evening, it was a cold night so Veronique wore a warm coat buttoned up the front and then tied at the waist, this did not help her legs however as she was wearing the sheerest of stockings attached to a fine silk suspender belt, Veronique didn't care however as she just couldn't believe how free she felt dressed as she was. Initially Veronique walked along the main road, she decided not to go through the subway into the estate but instead to carry along to where the two main roads crossed at the intersection, so she carried along until she reached the first of two subways that would take her onto the normally busy shopping street that she had so often frequented during the day as Ron. As Veronique came out of the first subway and headed into the bridge that would take her over the underpass she noticed that it had started to snow ever so slightly, she considered turning back and heading towards her warm but empty home but instead decided to press on for at least a few more minutes. As she entered the second subway that would take her onto the shopping street she came face to face with the same youths that she had encountered in the park only a few days earlier and by the look of the lager and cider cans littering the pavement they'd all been having their own private party in the subway together. Veronique turned to go and as she started to leave the concrete subway she was grabbed on the forearm and pulled back by the youth, Veronique twisted and lost her balance landing on her knees, ruining her lovely stockings and scuffing the palms of her hands as she'd tried to limit the damage, the young man that had grabbed her then laughed and grabbed at her handbag and then opened it. "Oh good we needed more money for drink," he said just before realisation hit him that Veronique was not all that she seemed as he noticed her wig lying in the drain to her side. "Shit You're a bloke!" "Ll, look I don't want any trouble," said Ron his lipstick smeared and mascara now running due to the pain he was in. "A fucking bloke," repeated the youth, his friends started to laugh "Don't think much of your new girlfriend Siggy," said another youth "He's not my girlfriend, I'm not queer," stated Siggy loudly. "Well you must be cos you're carrying his handbag aren't you?" "I'll fucking kill you, you, you..." Siggy's increasing frustration and anger dissipated the instant he and his friends heard the words. "Stop Police." "Fuck, RUN," shouted Siggy to his friends, he dropped the handbag and both he and his friends made a very hasty escape away from the direction of the warning. Ron slumped back down onto his knees knowing that soon everyone would know about his lifelong hobby and he would probably be exposed to ridicule. Ron felt a strong but gentle hand hold him and help him up and whilst looking down at the ground with shame he said, "I'm sorry officer but I can expla... Nick?" "Hello Ron or rather should I say Veronique?" "I, I?" Nick didn't wait for Ron to answer as he bent down and picked up Ron's wet and dirty wig from the drain. "I have your wig Veronique, here allow me," said Nick kindly, Ron tried to protest as it was obviously now wet and dirty but as the wig moved towards Ron's head it seemed to both dry and become cleaner, Ron felt the wig slip onto his head and instead of feeling cold it felt warm and natural almost like his own hair used to feel when he still had some. "That's better now let me look at your legs," Nick bent down and took out a clean handkerchief from an unseen inner pocket of his coat and applied it to the scrapes on Ron's left knee, Ron felt warmth and when the handkerchief was removed not only had the blood gone but his knee had healed as had the mesh of his fine stocking, he looked on in amazement as Nick did the same with his other knee with the same effect. "And now your hands young lady, hold them out for me." Ron offered the scuffed palms of his hands to Nick and almost as soon as his handkerchief touched them the pain vanished. "I, I think I'd better be getting home now Nick, I'm really grateful for your help but it's getting late." "Nonsense, the night is yet young, take my arm," Ron sensed that this was not a request so he Took Nicks arm and then Nick escorted Ron/Veronique out of the subway and on to the end of the long shopping street that ran for over a mile to the south. As the old man and the old Transvestite walked together Veronique now felt completely safe, the curious thing was that even though she'd been down this road many times something seemed different about it, something that she just couldn't quite figure out and as they continued walking Veronique noticed to her right that the light was on in the bakers, this was strange as Veronique could have sworn that the bakers had closed down earlier that year. They both walked silently past a terrace of shops and the local Vet's practice. "Oohh," said Veronique as she brought her hand up to look at it, she'd felt one of her false nails come away and then in front of her eyes a second, third and this continued until all of her long painted false nails had fallen to the ground. "Do not worry Veronique I promise that no harm will befall you on our journey." "But my false nails Nick they've all fallen off." "No I don't believe that they did Veronique look again,.started to grow not only had they started to grow but they were beautifully manicured and shaped and had obviously been coated with a clear lacquer, they looked wonderful. "Come in closer, the weather seems to be worsening," suggested Nick, Veronique moved closer to Nick and he pulled his large cloak like coat over her shoulders. Veronique could now see a blizzard raging in front of them but she didn't feel even a light breeze or even a single snowflake on her face, what she did notice however was that the street lighting had somehow changed from the bright harsh white colour of the new L.E.D street lights to a more subdued white colour, the snow squall vanished as fast as it had arrived and Nick removed protective cloak from Veronique's shoulders. "Am I dreaming Nick?" Nick Laughed heartily. "Ha, no you are not, I hope that you will indulge me as you and I are going on a long journey and once we reach our destination and if we achieve our goal we will start our journey back once more before you embark on your own new journey." "Oh." Veronique was confused and more than a little concerned, where was Nick taking her and what did he mean by 'Long journey'? Veronique and Nick walked together arm in arm and continues past two blocks of terraced flats whilst all the time getting closer to the main shopping area, she noticed that she was now feeling much more comfortable walking in heels now than she'd ever been before, almost as though heels were her normal shoes. As Veronique approached the first of the shops she noticed that on the opposite corner the small caf? had gone and in it's place was a now greengrocers, she looked to her right and noticed that the newsagents no longer had shutters protecting it's windows and that the few cars travelling up and down the normally busy road were all older models, Nick covered her shoulders once more with his coat which really more resembled a long fur cloak and shielded them from the onslaught of another snowy squall. When the world became clearer once more Veronique could tell that the world had once more changed as had she, looking at her hands she noticed that some of the blemishes of age had vanished from the backs of her hands and that her nails were now painted a deep plum colour. Veronique stopped and looked into the window of the co-operative chemists and noticed that the style of her wig and makeup had also changed a little. "Nick?" "Yes Veronique?" "What's happening to me, I don't understand am I dying or hallucinating?" "No Child you are not, everything that you are now seeing is real, or once was, I needed to go back and correct a mistake that was made some time ago and as you are directly involved in the repercussions of my actions to be I thought you may like to accompany me, I believe that the phrase is killing two birds with one stone." Veronique noticed that Nick her friend now seemed to be getting a little taller and that the street lights had once again changed colour and now had a strange orange hue to them, she also noticed that the supermarket on the right that they were approaching was no longer a Tesco and had become a Safeways Veronique smiled to herself, She appeared to be travelling back in time with an old man who wanted to correct something in the past and wondered if it was usual to do this by walking. By the time that Veronique had reached the small supermarket it was no longer a Safeway and had now become a Fine Fare, Veronique also noticed some other things too she'd noticed that the wide paved area of the street had started to narrow and long gone cast iron posts had reappeared along the roads new edge, the paving slabs had also changed from concrete to large dark slate ones and as she looked down at her feet she noticed that her shoe style had changed now too as she was now wearing platform shoes, Veronique didn't really care for this style of shoe at all as they looked clunky and not at all feminine. Veronique also noticed with delight that the flesh on her chest had recently started to move within her and had gathered up filling her bra as she walked, it was not just tissues in her cups any more she was actually growing real breasts! Looking at her reflection in the window of a butchers shop as they walked Veronique noticed that her clothing had also changed it appeared to be the fashion of the 1970's and was a style that she also didn't care for as it did nothing for her figure. "Am I becoming a woman Nick?" asked Veronique as she kept glancing at herself in the shop windows as they walked. "What is happening to your body and mind child is what you have secretly desired your whole life Veronique." "But, I only liked to dress up I'm not sure that I wanted to actually become a woman." "Your current transformation says otherwise." Veronique looked once again into the window of a cake shop as she walked past and noticed that she was now wearing a hair band in her hair a long sleeved and very patterned blouse a mini skirt and long shiny white heeled boots, her breasts now bounced and rubbed against the fabric of her blouse as she walked causing her nipples to become erect and she realised that she wasn't wearing a bra she was also now getting to know what it felt like to have real live breasts coming out of her chest and she loved the feeling, her facial skin was now devoid of most of the wrinkles that come with age and she was smiling broadly. Even in her heeled boots Nick now towered over her but Veronique just didn't care, she looked around once more and noticed that the street lights were all now a sickly bright orange colour and that the large steel poles that had so recently sprouted back up now sported a network of cables and insulators from their tops and were supporting two parallel cables one above each lane of the road. Veronique found herself becoming quite excited as she noticed something coming towards them something that she hadn't seen for many years, she pointed and said, "Look Nick it's a trolley bus," The bright orange or possibly yellow bus came towards them and as it's pantograph crossed a junction on the overhead cables supplying it's power it emitted a bright flash as the electricity was momentarily disconnected and then reconnected. Veronique stood quietly and looked around her surroundings once more, she started to notice another subtle shift in the people around her and that the style of dress had once again become subdued, for the men that is but for the women they were once again wearing beautiful flowing dresses with cinched waists and elaborate hairstyles sometimes protected by silken scarves, Veronique looked once more to her right and to her Delight found that she now looked like a young woman, her hair was tied back and she wore a cardigan sweater with a gathered skirt and petticoats giving her skirt lot's of volume, she could feel the gentle tug of suspenders against the top of her thighs as they held her beautiful stockings in place, she was also now wearing modest heels and looked every inch a young woman, Veronique was also relieved to find that her breasts were now being firmly held by her bra with it's almost conical cups that gave her breasts a slightly pointed shape as they pushed at her cardigan and as Veronique turned to watch her reflection as she went between two panes of glass in the milliners window, before her eyes the heels were replaced with saddle shoes and her stockings with bobby socks. Veronique then commented to herself, "I'm becoming pretty." Her voice cracking in reverse as it's tone went from deep to young and fresh and feminine, she touched her smooth face with her now feminine and youthful fingers and noticed for the first time her soft melodic voice. "You are very pretty, Child," commented Nick. Veronique found a small handkerchief tucked into the sleeve of her top and started to dab away at the tears that had started to form, tears of happiness as she realised that she was no longer an old man pretending to be a female but she was now an actual real young woman, Veronique now knew that both Nick and his wife Marjorie had been right and that she should have been female all along. "Stay close child our journey back in time is now drawing to a close." There was a gust of wind and then another blizzard of snow circling around them as if they were in the eye of a mini cyclone this lasted for several seconds before the air cleared and the world came back into view once more but this was not a world that Veronique liked at all and it really scared her. Gone were the street lights or for that matter any lights at all even the very few vehicles on the road only had tiny slits on their headlights to let the light out from, Veronique could see just coming out from behind a cloud the moon, this was both very strange and very familiar at the same time. Veronique looked up to Nick who now towered over her and was holding her hand tightly. "I don't like this, it's scary," said Veronique, her voice was now high and clear and quivering like that of a scared little girl, Nick looked down on the little girl wearing a grubby grey dress, socks and sandals and said, "Just keep hold of my hand and I will keep you safe from this madness," Veronique's little hand squeezed Nick's hand as tightly as it could and they continued on their journey. In the distance in front and to the left of them could be heard the clatter of rolling stock in the large junction and shunting yards as Trains and cargo were marshalled and shunted with military efficiency and in the sky above Veronique looked in awe at the many large barrage balloons filling the sky and at the steel cables holding them in place, her temporary peace was however broken as just as they crossed the railway bridge by the junction a loud wailing sound appeared followed by another and then another in the distance getting constantly louder. And then some time later a loud droning noise could be heard in the distance to the East, this scared Veronique a lot and she stopped dead in her tracks and started to cry. "I don't like this Nick It's scary." Nick stopped and crouched down covering her with his cloak in the process. "Try and be brave child we have little time left." Veronique sniffed and looked up at the friendly face of Nick looking down on her, she and somehow just knew that no harm could or would befall her this evening. Veronique gathered all of her courage and got up from where she'd been cowering and the pair continued their walk over the bridge and towards several dark terraced streets who's chimneys were spewing coal smoke up into the still night air. In the sky could be heard the occasional bang like distant fireworks and several powerful beams of light started searching the night sky occasionally catching and illuminating the hydrogen filled barrage balloons, Veronique now just didn't know where to look as she skipped along trying to keep up with Nick, who was heading towards a young couple in the distance. "Sir, Sir I'm sorry you can't go back that way I'm afraid," said Nick to the young couple hurrying down the road towards him. "We're trying to get to the shelter Warden," said a man in uniform holding a young woman's hand. "I'm sorry sir but it is too dangerous there are several unexploded incendiary's along the road and the shelter is closed, use the Ouse burn shelter go now, I'll walk with you part of the way." The young woman smiled at Veronique and said to Nick, "Is the little girl lost Sir, would you like us to take her to the shelter for you?" Nick smiled at the pretty young woman. "That won't be necessary madam she'll be safe with me, I'm actually more concerned with keeping her great grandparents safe at the moment," The man in Military uniform then took the young woman's hand and said, "C'mon pet let's do what the warden, says the shelter is a good ten minutes walk we'd best be making tracks." Nick and his three companions then headed as quickly as was possible towards the strongest local shelter, Strongest because it was a concrete culvert many feet underground and covered by nearly sixty feet of landfill rubbish and soil. Boom boom and then several other loud booms in quick succession made Veronique jump as they went off in the distance behind her, she turned to see huge plumes of fire behind her and hundreds of little white dots in long intermittent strands shooting through the air at the sky. "Looks like they're after the shipyards again warden, the buggers," said the man in uniform. It took just over seven minutes for Nick to reach the top of the covered valley where the Air raid shelter was to be found and he and Veronique watched as they both entered safely before turning and heading away, Veronique was no longer scared as she now trusted Nick completely and knew that as long as she stayed with him no harm would come to her, Nick and Veronique made their way onto a long bridge spanning the entrance to the valley containing the shelter. "Nick?" asked Veronique as she tugged on his arm. "Yes Veronique?" "Was that nice man and lady related to me." "Yes Veronique they will become your new great grandparents one day," They both looked up as they heard the loud drone of several German bombers overhead heading towards an area called Shieldfield to the immediate west of them. Within a minute the night skyline directly in front of them exploded in flames and explosions as many enemy bombs and incendiary bombs started to make contact with their targets and several civilian terraced streets. "There goes Manors goods station Veronique, time to leave here I think." With that Nick shielded Veronique once more with his cloak and the weather around him started to change. Chapter 8 Back to the present. When the air finally cleared Veronique found herself on the same bridge but the world around her had changed once more, as there were once again street lights and more vehicles on the road. Nick held out his hand and a trolley bus pulled over and stopped to let him on, Veronique got onto the rear of the bus and quickly clambered onto a seat near the front whilst Nick followed after paying the conductor for their trip. When Nick sat down next to Veronique she was preoccupied with looking at her reflection in the mirror, then at her little hands and then down at her feet which she moved just to check they were actually hers, she looked very pretty in her checked pinafore dress, little leather t bar sandals and white socks, her hair hung loosely and naturally down her back and she looked perfect. Veronique turned to Nick. "I'm not getting older again Nick," she said in a beautiful clear child's voice. "I know child I hope that you don't mind." She smiled at Nick. "I can't remember the last time I felt this good, am I really a girl now this isn't an illusion is it?" "No child it is not, you are now a beautiful young girl in every way." "But how, why?" "A mistake occurred, an error in time that you and I have just corrected but in correcting that error the future was changed a little, not enough to have immediate or massive consequences but enough to rebalance things a little." Veronique scrunched up her face a and unknown to her the hair that had been until then free flowing down her back had now arranged itself into one long plait. "I don't really understand Nick." "Can you remember the day that you met Marjorie your wife to be?" "Oh yes, I was going to the corner shop to get a loaf of bread for my Mummy and when I was waiting to be served she was standing with her Daddy at the counter, she smiled at me." "And?" "Well something happened in my tummy so I smiled back at her." "And?" "She left the shop, I didn't see her again until big School, we became friends after that and then started courting. I just knew that she was going to be my wife, then once I'd finished my National service and had a proper job I proposed and we got married." "And were you both happy?" Veronique smiled at Nick. "Oh yes Nick we were, I loved every single minute I spent with Marjorie I used to hurry home from work just so that we could make the tea together." "It probably won't be a surprise to you that she felt exactly the same way about you, your souls merged on the day that you met her and are still linked now, you are true soul mates and will always be." "But." "You are wondering why I've changed you aren't you?" "Well yes, if Marjorie and I are soul mates then surely when my life ended I would have joined her." "Normally that would have happened yes but she has already returned, nine months almost to the day after her death she was reborn." "Oh." "So I have manipulated reality slightly to allow you to join her, my gift to you." "I can't believe it I'm going to meet Marjorie again." Nick grinned and said, "You already have." "Really?" "Yes. Oh this is our stop, put your coat on. It's cold outside." Veronique looked down at the seat between them and noticed that a coat and mittens had appeared, she also noticed that she was now wearing thick pink tights and her shoes were now shiny black and had a strap over her instep, she was wearing a tight white long sleeved top and a dungaree dress." "Come on slowcoach," said Nick with a smile, Veronique stood and slipped her new warm coat on and fastened the toggles at the front before putting on the warm mittens and offering her hand to Nick. "Where are we going Nick?" Asked Veronique as she struggled to keep up with him as they walked down the aisle towards the back of the bus. "To find your Mummy and daddy Veronique." "Really?" "Yes, You'll like them." "Is this a new mummy and daddy Nick, is that why you changed the past?" "Yes, you clever girl, yes in this version of the world you died a month after your wife and you are now Tim and Mary's daughter and they love you very much Veronique." "And the man and woman you saved?" "They are now your great grandparents, they are still alive and they love it when you visit them. Oh it looks like it's about to snow again, here take this nice warm hat," Nick passed Veronique a beautiful Faux fur hat but before she placed it on her head he touched both of her earlobes leaving a small gold and diamond stud in each ear," he then touched her gently on the tip of the nose and smiled. "There all finished now." Nick and Veronique got off the open rear of the bus and stood for a moment together whilst Time fast forwarded around them and as the snow blew around them creating an almost impenetrable vortex, when the micro storm faded Veronique noticed that the world now seemed to have returned to normal. Veronique held her hand up and Nick took it and they headed up the busy shopping street in the middle of town with Veronique constantly looking up in awe at the twinkling coloured Christmas lights decorating the entire pedestrianised street. As they walked Veronique tugged at Nicks hand. "Yes Veronique?" "Will I always remember who I once was Nick or will it fade?" Nick looked down at the concerned little girl looking up at him and smiled warmly at her he crouched down and said, "You will slowly start to forget your old life as your new one takes hold but you will never completely forget who you once were and will sometimes revisit your old life in dreams, I have also given you some memories of your new life to help you fit in, don't worry, relax and enjoy your new life," Nick paused "And please, please don't be in a hurry to grow up, enjoy your childhood." "I will Nick I promise." Veronique then kissed Nick on the cheek. "I think that now would be a good time to unite you with your parents as they seem a little frantic." So Nick and Veronique walked together up the pedestrianised road together getting closer to a large department store with a crowd of people all looking into the decorated windows, Veronique noticed however that out of the crowd there were two people that did not seem happy and were looking frantically through the crowd of shoppers and as she got closer she could hear them both shouting her name, Veronique looked up at Nick. "Are those my new parents Nick?" "Yes child." "My mummy she's very pretty but she looks very upset, so does my daddy." "They think that they've lost you Child they are panicking." "Should I go to them?" "Don't worry your mummy will notice you in a second or two but first one last thing." "Yes Nick?" "It will be okay to tell him, so don't fret about it," Veronique was a little confused by Nick's last statement but let it slip from her mind as she could see her mummy frantically searching through the shoppers she could even feel herself becoming upset at her mummy's anguish. As Nick and Veronique got closer Mary Veronique's Mum noticed a very tall and quite stout uniformed policeman heading towards her, he had her daughter by the hand. "Veronique?" she shouted and then ran as fast as her heels could carry her over to the policeman, Veronique let go of her companions hand and rushed over to meet her Mummy she hit her mummy with a thump and then held onto her tightly, Tears formed in her eyes as she instantly bonded with her new mother. "Oh Ronnie we thought we'd lost you we were terrified that something had happened to you," said Mary. "You have a very sensible daughter Ma'am, when she became separated from you she noticed me and came straight over and asked for my help." said Nick who Mary and everyone but Veronique could now see as a policeman, Mary on hearing this crouched down as far as her heels would allow and looked Veronique in the eyes. "Oh you clever sensible thing you," she then proceeded to give her daughter a huge hug. Veronique felt warm and happy and above all loved as her mummy hugged her tightly, she was going to love being a girl she thought to herself. They were joined a few seconds later by Veronique's father who was red in the face and out of breath. "It's okay dear, our clever little girl found a policeman," said Mary to her husband, he now had tears in his eyes as he also crouched down and hugged his daughter. Nick stepped away slowly and left Veronique to bond with her new parents he'd completely vanished by the time Veronique was released from their hugs, she was disappointed as she would have liked to at least say goodbye to her friend. "Do you still want to go into the shops dear or do you want to go home?" Asked Veronique's Mum. "Oohh may we still go shopping please mummy I'll hold your hand tightly I promise." Mary took her daughters mittened hand and the three walked into the department store together. Chapter 9 Thank you. Veronique stayed close to her Mum as they looked through the woman's and girls fashions in the large department store whilst her Father decided to go and look at the TV's in the electrical department, Veronique's mum bought her two pairs of glittery party tights and a pair of party shoes with a tiny heel whilst Mary bought herself some very frilly underwear and stockings. "These are a surprise for daddy so don't go telling him," Mary said as she was standing at the till, Veronique started to giggle. "I think that Daddy would look silly in them mummy," said Veronique a little too loudly, Mary started to blush but the assistant smiled and said "You