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This story is a stand-alone one about how Jeff Trumbull, from The Real Me, became Mary. One does not need to read the first story to enjoy this one. For a change, Alistair "Ace" Trumbull woke up early on a Saturday. He was a good husband and good father, but he liked his weekend lay-ins. His wife, Meredith, was more than fine with it because her man deserved the rest. Her Al was a hard worker. He worked on the Southampton dock. A hard drinker, Ace was a regular at The Griffin and The Blacksmith's Arms who had a hard life; , he grew up in a Southampton council housing estates in the rough section of Shirley, and still provided for the family. Al took great care of the upkeep of their house, and made sure he was active in his children's life. Today was different, and Al was up before the rest of the family making a fry-up. He wanted everyone to greet this day right, for his middle son, Jeff, had an open tryout for Southampton under-15 football club. Alistair was so proud of the achievement. Jeff was only going to be 13 when the season started, so him being invited to the tryout was only a formality to making the team. There was a chance that next year his son would get a chance to try out for England's under-14 team. It did not matter that Jeff had a chance of a bright future in the Premier League; , Ace would have been proud of his son no matter what. Jeff was a good man. It was just an added pleasure to Ace that he could dream of one day seeing his son put on the red and white-striped shirt of the Saint's home kit, while running onto still-under-construction home pitch, St Mary's Stadium. This dream of Jeff playing was not so the man could live vicariously through his son; it was so his son could be many times more successful than his old man. Part of Ace's hard life was not only being from one of the toughest sections of the dock city, but having one of the toughest dads there. His old man, Clive, was not a hard worker, but was a hard drinker who had a hard life and wanted to share the hardness with everyone. At a young age, Alistair did anything he could to help his mom, Rose. With Al helping out as much as he could, his mom called him My Ace. To this day, his closest friends still called him Ace, and only his wife and mom had the right to call him My Ace. His dad did share a bed, but not the responsibilities, with his wife, Rose. How Clive did nothing taught the boy how not to be a good husband and father. It was to be out only for himself. Al learned the lesson well, and swore he was not going to follow it. The young man started to go against the teaching of his father by doing everything he could to try to pick up the slack. As Ace was finishing the traditional breakfast, he yelled for his family to come down to join him. Mere, along with his three boys, Dave, Jeff and Lawrence, and their daughter Anne, their eldest, came down. They were all looking forward to having a proper breakfast, and then going to see Jeff work his magic on the pitch. His dribbling and shooting of the ball made his teammates call him Magician. How good he was made all the kids in his school conveniently forget that Jeff was a little feminine. Ace did not like how Jeff was not his normal self at the breakfast table. It would have been no big deal if the football prodigy was antsy. That nervous energy would have been a sign Jeff was ready; instead his son was apathetic about the day. For the boy who was having the biggest day in his young football career, his mind was somewhere else in deep thought. Ace was going to try to motivate his son. ?Jeff, today is a huge day for you. You need to start showing that energy you have on the pitch. You cannot just shift from waking up to going all out right away. Think of something which will motivate you to do your best.? Jeff?s answer of 'I am,' was the one Ace was fearing. There was only one of Jeff?s motivations which could put the young striker in such a melancholy mood - the agreement those two had. Jeff would go out for football if he got to have a beauty pageant. The agreement was the last thing Ace wanted to talk about. The loving father was hoping that he did not have to keep up with his end of the agreement. That was why he kept pushing back making good on his word. This agreement was made 7 years ago, and Ace was hoping that Jeff would lose the fancy to have his own personal fancy dress party. Al could not understand why his son wanted to act like he was in a beauty pageant . It frustrated Ace that his son could not tell him why. Jeff had no idea why, but he always loved how regal the ladies in Miss United Kingdom looked. The young man dreamt of being in an evening gown with the MC proclaiming, ?Here he is, Miss Great Britian.? He loved that look so much; he wanted to emulate it as soon as he saw it. The look of those women screamed confidence to Jeff. His first memory of watching one included him telling his mom he wanted to enter one when he was older. Ace remembered laughing at how cute Jeff was saying so. It was so seriously that the father thought his son was doing deadpan humor. With the short answer, everyone knew what was on Jeff?s mind. The topic of Jeff wanting to crossdress was treated like people who see that the Queen has some food stuck between her teeth; , not talked about. ?We will discuss that after the tryout, Jeff.? ?I am not going to the tryout. I have no desire to play football.? Dave hated that one of his older brothers was so good at his favorite sport, yet did not want to play it. That hate grew into despise, for Jeff was throwing away what he knew he would never have. ?Instead of wanting to be a bender, you need to start wanting to bend the penalty kick into the back of the net.? Ace would not lie to himself, and would be disappointed if his son did not go the tryout. He also knew he would get over it soon. It was Jeff?s life, and that boy had many ways to leave Shirley and never come back. He was bright and personable. The only thing Jeff needed was support. Ace was going to be as sure as black pudding was a part of a true traditional English breakfast that all his kids got that. Ace would also freely admit that he was extremely disappointed in Dave. How could his youngest son say something so hurtful to his brother? . Ace knew that the disappointment would not go away. ?Listen here, mate. You do not talk about anyone like that, Dave. There is nothing wrong with your brother being who he is.? Anne, the eldest, in her first year in university, agreed with her dad that there was nothing wrong with Jeff being gay. She thought her dad was as wrong as black pudding needing to be on the plate for it to be a true traditional English breakfast about the pageant. ?But there is something wrong with him wanting to mock women, Dad.? Meredith knew that the last thing her Jeff wanted to do was mock women by acting like he was a beauty pageant contestant. The son she was closest to was trying to celebrate some of the aspects he loved about women. She knew that Jeff was all man, but if he lived in a country which was as free as people said it was, her son would wear a dress and makeup everyday. ?Anne, Jeff is not mocking women. He is embracing some parts of being feminine. He knows he would enjoy it. You need to see that someone expressing themselves in a way you do not agree with (needs something more here. Maybe ?, does not mean he is mocking you.?) The oldest son, Lawrence, found this conversation as interesting as porridge served with nothing on it. It was no big deal that his brother was gay, wanted to dress like a woman and did not want to play football. It was also no big deal that his other siblings disagreed with what Jeff wanted. The boy with the live-and-let-live view on life did not like the disrespect Anne and Dave were showing. Lawrence was not going to let anyone, let alone his own family, hurt Jeff for being who he was. ?Dave and Anne, quit being wankers. Jeff is not hurting anyone with wanting to be who he is. ?And Jeff, go to the tryout today. Dad will keep his word.? Lawrence was as confident as Jeremy Clarkson was in his driving skills that his dad keeping his word. Lawrence knew about how often his dad was let down by Grandpa Trumbull. The offspring who was most like Ace knew his father was not going to have his kids know the same pain. After a drinking session at the pub, Ace shared this with Lawrence, who was coming home from his own drinking session. A kid should never be surprised that their father kept his word. Right then, Lawrence's faith in his father always being there went away, and was replaced with the knowledge that his father would always be there. Ace was happy that his eldest son stood up for sanity here. He was a little disappointed that he called Dave and Anne 'Wankers.' Lawrence might be from Shirley, but he cannot act like it if he wanted to leave. His son needed to have more class and not fall back on name calling. Lawrence would be judged at interviews and jobs by a different standard than middle class people. If a middle class person used wanker, it was not noticed. If someone from a council estate used wanker, it was a definite sign they had no class. ?Larry, you are right, but don?t use wanker. Hold yourself up to a higher standard.? Jeff spoke up. ?I will go to the tryout if we talk about the agreement beforehand.? Before Alistair could agree with the reasonable request, he found out from his Pookie he was going to have to. ?That is a great idea, Jeff; us three will talk about it.? Anne said, ?Don?t expect me to witness Jeff belittling who I am.? Lawrence was as happy with his sister not listening to him as a ferret used in ferret-legging. ?Anne, no one is expecting you to be supportive of something you don?t understand.? Mere interjected to stop the bickering. ?Pookie, I agree with Jeff and Larry.? Mere knew that one day her Ace would keep his word and only needed a nudge. He was dependable, and that is why he was her Ace, also Mere wanted to see Jeff in his full glory. She knew that her son would be even more confident in himself after she could doll him up. Jeff had a face of an angel, with high cheekbones and big doe eyes, plus Jeff's long slender legs were going to look great in a swimsuit. Mere wondered how much of Anne?s objection to Jeff doing so was from jealousy. Mere knew once Jeff was dressed, he would be by far the prettiest of the Trumbull ladies, herself included The man of the house agreed that Larry?s idea was good. That was the first lie Ace told today. He knew they needed to talk about the agreement, and wanted to. He wanted to try to help Jeff see why it was such a bad idea to do it now. Nothing good could come from it. Jeff should wait until he was positive he wanted to wear a dress. If his son did not really want to, then doing so would weigh deeply on his mind. ****** After breakfast, Mere, Ace and Jeff had the much needed discussion. It was as short as a punk rock song. Ace went into the talk trying to get Jeff to wait a little longer to have his one man beauty pageant. The words which came out of his mouth were not his own, but his old man's. He heard himself using his pot and pan?s reasoning on why Jeff should wait to do the pageant, and hated it. Ace never wanted to back out of something like his dad did. Ace knew Jeff deserved to get his end of the agreement fulfilled, and told him to pick a date. Jeff quickly picked the first weekend of August. It would give him two weeks of being able to dress and practice before the event. Jeff not only wanted to dress like one of those contestants, he wanted to be just like them in every way possible. Jeff wanted to be able to carry himself like one also. He just loved how their walk demanded everyone?s attention. The aspiring beauty queen wanted to be able to have an answer how they did it. Even with thinking his Jeff?s decision was as bad as when Coca-Cola changed the recipe, Ace was happy how his son reacted. He was pleased at how happy his son was, also the boy with the football tryout's energy level was raised higher than if he drank 3 Red Bulls. Jeff was slender and tall, and when some of the kids who never saw him play heard others call him The Magician, they scoffed. That boy did not have enough meat on his bones to be any good at the rough style of football played in Southampton. The non-believers in Jeff?s magic were soon converts when the scrimmage started. The opposing defenders could not tackle him. It was impossible to hit someone who was not there. It was almost like he would instantly shift a foot away from a tackle. Then his wiry frame was stronger than it looked. Jeff held his own in fights over free balls. The bigger boys just could not push him away. Jeff had one of his best performances on the pitch. He quickly was able to read his new teammates and started to throw passes to the open spaces where they were going. He played a part in all 5 goals his team scored, with 2 assists and 3 goals. The last score showed that Jeff had more grace than those pageant ladies he adored had on stage. The game was tied 4-4 during the extra time at the end of the second half. Jeff jumped on a pass and intercepted, and he was off to the races. It was a breakaway, with him only having the goalie to beat. Jeff put that magical bend on his shot, and when the ball hit the net, Ace screamed, ?Sausage Roll!? The excitable dad was so overcome with joy, he used rhyming slang. How could he not?? That picturesque goal was one of the reasons football is called the beautiful game. *********** That afternoon was going as normal as any other Saturday afternoon until right before tea time. Anne already left to go back to university at Bath. Her reasoning was that her parents were not taking her objection to the agreement seriously. Everyone knew that was not the case; she would have found a reason to go back early to be with her boyfriend. Then it started to be different. Ace told Dave that those two were going to get some naan on their way to visit Nan?s house. Hearing those words made the youngest's day better. He was having his favorite meal, curry, and having a surprise sleepover at his grandma's flat. Dave quickly put on his trainers, and was ready to go before Ace could tell his wife he was stopping at the pub after his visit to his mum?s. While Ace and Dave were leaving, Meredith gave Lawrence 10 pounds and told him to go have a couple of pints at the pub with his friends. The lad who turned 18 last month did not need to be told twice to take money and then go get pissed. Larry gave his mom a hug as he took the money and was out the door. It was now only Jeff and his mom, and she asked, ?Jeff ,If you could dress like a girl now, what would you wear?? The question turned Jeff?s face as red as his favorite football team?s color. Meredith knew she approached the topic as harshly as the humor in Bottom, and needed now to be as gentle as humor in As Time Goes By. ?Jeff, it is fine you want to wear a dress. Your father and I are going to support you. That is why we got everyone out of the house. I am asking, because I am going to ASDA to get you an outfit to wear tonight.? ?Is Dad fine with this?? ?Of course, that is why we got your two brothers out of the house.? Ace was fine with it. His son had not wavered in wanting to dress in 7 years. The father, who wanted to give his children all they desired, knew it was well past time to let Jeff fulfill this one. Ace knew that it took strength for Jeff to keep on admitting it, even after his sister and younger brother kept on getting on him about wanting what was taboo. When those two talked about the upcoming beauty pageant, Ace thought his wife made a lot of sense about it would be good to let Jeff dress how he wanted in private. His Treacle Tart(cockney rhyme for sweetheart) told her man if done in a positive supportive environment, it would boost Jeff?s confidence even more. That sounded appealing to Ace. Jeff being more self-assured would increase his chances of getting out of Shirley. In two weeks, there was the final interview for admission into Bedales School at Steepe. Jeff had the grades and the football skills which were making him an ideal candidate to get accepted. If Jeff also had an air of assurance, then he would be as sure of being accepted as one of his penalty kicks being a goal. Even with knowing his dad gave the go-ahead, Jeff was hesitating more than a novice driver entering into a roundabout, at the opportunity to dress how he always wanted. It took courage for the boy to admit about wanting to crossdress, and would jump at the chance when it came. He just found out there is a huge difference in courage between wanting to do something and having the chance to do so. This difference in the amount of courage needed expanded the more society looked down on what the person wanted to do. Crossdressing was frowned upon in society in general. In Shirely, it was loathed. The rough neighborhood frowned upon men not being as manly as possible. Bruises and scars were badges of honor to the men who lived there. Being pretty was looked down upon; on boys, a common putdown was calling one a pretty boy. With getting no answer, Jeff?s mom wanted to make sure he felt no pressure to do so. ?Honey, it is fine if you do not want to. We can do whatever you want.? Jeff knew if he said no now, he would never say yes. He pictured what he would wear, and got as excited as a Saints? fan after a winning the South Coast derby. ?A short pleated skirt, like the girls wear at school, with black tights,Mary Jane shoes and sleeveless shirt blouse. I would love if the blouse had some embroidery. Oh, can I get a bra and knickers also? Bows, or flowers on them would be so nice. I love how they look so pretty.? Meredith smiled after hearing her son?s dream outfit. Jeff was going for a look a girl his age would wear and their parents would approve. ?Of course, and if you don?t mind I might buy you a dress or two if I see any I like. We can always take them back if you do not like them.? Jeff's excitement level went up, and the pitch of his voice showed it. ?I would love it. Can I use some of your perfume?? ?Yes, and also makeup. We will talk more about tonight when I get back. Now go upstairs and take a bath. Use some of my Body Shop bath gel. I will be back soon Jeff went upstairs so fast that him saying ?I will, Mom, and I love you.? had the Doppler Effect. Meredith came back with the outfit her son requested, along with two dresses, a pair of leggings, a plain black skirt, and two more blouses. One dress was a blue and white-striped A-line, and the other was a purple dress with a black bow at the waist. The two cotton blouses were both monochromatic, one pink, the other baby blue, and had a little bow neckline. Each garment Jeff picked up was better than the last one. To Meredith, her son looked like the child who got every single gift they put in their letter to Santa. Jeff held back the urge to try them all on. Jeff knew it would be so much fun to put on a little fashion show for his mom, but that would cut down on his time in the dream outfit. ?Mom, I am going to get changed into the outfit.? ?Don?t you want to try on the others, also?? ?Not tonight. I want you to put my makeup on right away. How about my hair? My hair is going to look like a boy's.? ?Then change into the outfit, and don?t worry about your hair . It is long enough that I can do something cute with it. I hope tonight is everything you dreamt it would be.? Meredith was not the most skilled in makeup and hair, but Jeff looked stunning after his transformation. She was right;, Jeff was now the most beautiful of the Trumbull ladies. The loving mother knew her work was so good because of the medium she was working with; Jeff?s face. Even so, people might start calling her the Beautician Magician after seeing the magic of her work. Other than when his mom instructed Jeff to open his eyes, they were shut tighter than a lorry in a compact car parking space. The boy was so scared he would look like a boy in makeup and a dress. He wanted more than that. Jeff knew that beauty was not everything, but if he was going to enjoy tonight, he had to be as pretty as the woman Roy Orbison sang about. Finally his mom was done, and told Jeff to open his eyes. The joy in her voice was a good sign to the anxious boy. She would not sound happy if the results would make him sad. Jeff looked in his mom?s vanity and did not see himself. He saw a teenage girl, and she was more than just beautiful. There was something about her which was hard to put in words. This elusive quality reminded him of the namesake character in a movie his older brother took him to last year, There's Something About Mary. The boy who just became a girl muttered, ?Mary.? ?What, Jeff?? ?It is Mary tonight. I am Mary tonight.? ?Sorry, Mary, so what do you think?? ?I am beautiful, and you are going to have to tell me how you did this.? Mere knew that her son would be dressing as much as possible from his response. There was no way she was going to do his makeup everytime. She enjoyed it, but Mary was going to learn how. ?Of course, next time you will help and I will be explaining everything the entire time. Now, what do you want to do tonight, Mary?? Mary so wanted to go out, but knew better. She wanted to be seen by people, but her true gender would be evident in anything other than a quick interaction. ?Let?s get a pizza and watch Titanic.? It was now Mary?s mom?s turn to get excited. Ace bought her that movie on DVD, but she never had the chance to watch it with anyone. It was also a little exciting to use the DVD player. They were the one of their friends to buy the new technology, and the picture was so much clearer than the VCR they had. They ordered the pizza, and right away Mary started to pester her mom to let her pay for it. Mere said no, even with Mary looking like a girl. The cautious mom was not going to take the chance of the delivery boy seeing Mary for who he really was. The no did not deter Mary from her mission of being seen tonight by someone else. She kept on asking. Each time the answer stayed the same, no, but Mary?s voice did not. It became more feminine. Her mannerisms were also changing, and she was giving off a feminine aura. The lady who did not want to take a chance finally said yes when she knew letting Mary do so was as safe as ordering bangers and mash at a new restaurant. After being told she could get get the pizza, the time went by as slowly as a tired turtle walking to Mary. She could not wait to see someone else. Mary so wanted the deliverer to be a boy, a cute boy, one who would make her smile and hopefully smile back at her. Mary wanted that boy to like what he saw better than he liked his ale. The little fantasy playing over and over in Mary?s head did not concern her one bit. She knew that even as Jeff she fancied boys, and being in the dress just made it as easy as breathing to accept. How she felt and looked right then, Mary believed it would be wrong not to like boys. Finally the doorbell rang, and Mary ran to it. She wanted to open the door as soon as possible. The debutante wanted someone to see her, and also was as hungry as the wolf. Playing a full match makes a girl hungry. The interaction during the transaction went better than Mary could hope for. That young man holding the ladies late tea looked like a double for Robbie Williams. As soon as the singer?s doppelganger saw the customer, his eye lit up. His smile grew the more he liked what he saw. Being checked out by this stranger and getting his seal of approval made Mary feel good. She twisted her left knee and shifted her right hip out to show off her long legs. Those legs were as long as a cricket match. When they made eye contact, her smile became bigger to show him she liked what she saw and also being checked out by such a stud. After paying for the pizza, she quickly turned around and it caused her skirt to go up a little. Then she pushed her butt in the air a little as she walked away. Mere was taken back by how natural Mary was, playingfully flirting with that boy. After the door was closed, Mere said with mirth in her voice, ?You flirt!.? Mary smiled at her mom and said, ?Well, he was a stud.? How easy those words came out of Mary?s mouth made her stop in her tracks. It was one thing to admit to oneself they were homosexual. It was another thing to admit it to others. She did not know how her mom would handle it. They lived in Shirley, and Mary knew she was lucky enough her parents let this side of Jeff come out. She had to doubt that they would be fine with yet another way their son was not a true man. Meredith knew exactly why Mary stopped; somehow, her son who was also her daughter thought his sexuality was a secret. ?Oh Mary, I know he was. I just did not think you would be so good at flirting. I would have done the same at your age.? Those words were all Mary needed to hear to feel better about being out of the closet. ?It just felt so good to be looked at that way by a man. Yes, he was only judging me by my looks, but it was not creepy. He was respectful.? ?Mary, people are visual. Don?t listen to that bollocks that only men care about looks. Women do also; , if not, then Brad Pitt would not be a star. ? He liked what he saw, and let you know. He knew you were too young, so said nothing. Watch out for men that age who think you are old enough for them.? Mary was ecstatic that she was having her first mother-daughter talk. She was open to the words of wisdom from her mom. ?I will, Mom, when I start dating. I am not going to for a long while.? It was a sad fact of life that homosexuality was not readily accepted as much as people claimed it was. This was even truer with the youth. The most common put-down heard of on the streets of Shirley were was calling a boy a bender, bent, fudge packer, knob jockey and poof, to name a few. This attitude was worse in Shirley, and they knew it. (The put-down was on the streets of Shirley, so don't see how it can be worse in Shirley. Maybe put this last sentence right after ?youth, then the comparisons make sense.) The Trumbull?s Trumbulls made it a point even with them living in Shirley, that Shirley would not live in them, but that did not change the fact that Jeff would not be accepted if he was out about who he was. The loving mom knew Mary was open to having a heart to heart, and asked, ?So you only like men?? Mary knew the question was so her mom knew her youngest daughter better. ?Mom, I love how women look, and want to be closer to them than I am now, but it is not the same as with boys.? The two ladies just kept on talking without even starting the movie. Their talk was so much fun, they lost track of time until they heard Ace came home, singing ?I drunk a lot of wine and I am feeling fine.? That was his standard song when pissed. He was a happy drunk, because he forgot everything about himself he saw as shortcomings; that even with being a hard worker he could not provide as much to his family as he thought he should; that he did not go further in life, and that he did not stand up more for others. He hated staying quiet when people put down others, but knew it was as useless as flapping his arms to try to fly to say anything. Ace never saw how others saw him. He was a great provider. His family might not have all the material things they wanted, but he was there for them. He supported them in all their important endeavours. Lawrence would not be in college learning to be a mechanic if Ace did not have faith in his son. Lawrence was not the greatest student and took a job at 16 at Tesco, then after a year told his dad he wanted to work on cars. Ace helped him study for his college entrance exam and bought him a tool box with tools as a gift for passing. Others all said that Anne was wasting her time and money going to university for sociology. Ace knew differently, and did not care if defending her to them was like flapping his arms; he did. Education would help her get a better job even if it is not in that field. The man who thought too little of himself went further than he knew. He might still be in Shirley, but was only a resident physically. He was well beyond the confines of the attitudes of his friends. Ace was more open to the ?others? than they were. He knew that they were good people, and their distrust and dislike of anyone who was not like them came from fear, fear of losing their lifestyle. The lower middle class had been on a slow decline since the late 1970?s, a little over 20 years. They were seeing that their children might not have a better future and it hurt them. His friends promised their offspring they would become more than their old man and mum were. Instead of seeing the blame where it should be, the change in government trade policies with developing nations, ; they found scapegoats. All of this did not matter to Ace when he saw his son. Jeff was beautiful as a young lady, and he knew right then he could at least right his last shortcoming. He was going to be supportive and also speak up when people talked down on the others. His son was now one of the?others?. To show his support, Ace said, ?I never thought that my son would turn out to be such a fit bird.? Mary looked and smiled seeing her dad so happy. She was also a little embarrassed by what he said, and greeted him with ?Daaad!? Mere said, ?Quit it ,Ace, you are making Mary uncomfortable.? Before her father could say a word, Mary hopped up, ran over, and gave him a hug. The compliment from her dad did make her feel a little awkward, but she liked it. Mary knew she would have to get used to men complimenting her on her looks. His words also confirmed she was cute, and she enjoyed being cute more than a Morris dancer did May Day. While embracing her father, she said ?Thank you, Dad.? How good that embrace felt told Ace he had just gained a new daughter. ?You?re welcome, my little Strawberry. Oh, I am so sorry, I meant Mary.? Mary liked that her dad called her his little Strawberry. She was quickly finding out more about who she was, and one aspect was she wanted to be a daddy?s girl. Mary also knew she did not want to be seen as a daddy?s girl when as Jeff. ?It is fine, Dad, but please only call me your little Strawberry when I am Mary and not Jeff.? Right then Ace, along with his wife, knew his new daughter was going to have him wrapped around her finger ?Anything for you, My Little Strawberry. I should have held up my end of the agreement earlier.? Ace paused, for he could not find the words to express that he was trying to be supportive by making Jeff wait to explore this side of who he was. The man found it too important that his kids should know he would always support them. He felt that anything he said would only come off as an excuse and not a reason. Another reason he felt that he should have kept his word sooner was he knew he missed out on years of having My Little Strawberry in his life. He thought he would be distant to his son in a dress, but found he wanted to dote over him as a her. Mary knew what her dad was saying. ?Dad, again it is fine. You were looking out for me, and I never doubted you would go back on your word.? ?Good, for the next time you are Mary, I am staying in with you; that is, of course, if you are fine with that.? ?I would love it, Dad.? Meredith just sat back and watched her husband?s first interaction with his new daughter. She knew it would play out like this. How could he not show the love and affection he had for Jeff? He was her Ace, and that was exactly how someone who was dependable and provided for their family would react to their son when he was their daughter. Mary could have stayed up all night, but knew she had to get to sleep. Jeff had to go to the pitch tomorrow to play a pick up game, and she was looking forward to this. This night in a dress had renewed her love for football. Mary knew that she was a part time woman, and her Jeff side needed to shine also. As she said her goodnights, Lawrence came home. Lawrence was becoming just like his dad, so he came home like him, a happy drunk. Even with knowing that Jeff was going to dress tonight, he wondered who the hell was this beautiful young lady in their flat? There was something about this girl, which would drive the boys her age crazy. He also wondered where Jeff was, for he knew his mom would be up in bed if Jeff was done with dressing up. Mary laughed and answered her brother?s inquiry. ?Here I am, but call me Mary.? The drunk brother started to laugh. He could not believe how good looking his brother was. Also he knew exactly why Jeff picked the name Mary; he was the one who snuck Jeff into the movie theater to see the movie where Jeff got his new name. ?Sorry, you just look.... You look different.? Lawrence did not want to offend his brother by saying 'beautiful', and quickly found out he would not have when Mary said, ?I know. I am like dad said, a fit bird.? The older Trumbull boy said ?You did not say that, Dad.? Ace smiled. ?Why not? It is true, and I said the same to Anne when she was that age.? Ace had reason to smile; he knew he treated Mary just like a daughter. Lawrence was going to do the same. He followed his father?s lead, and started to treat Jeff right now just like a little sister. This was not for the son was not his own man; it was for the old man was a great example of everything the son wanted to be. ?Well, you being a fit bird means that boys are going to try to get with you. Don?t worry, I will be the best big brother I can be. ? Mary asked if everyone knew she liked boys? Right then, the mood got a little somber. Everyone else in the room knew the answer; yes. Their silence and the tone on the room let Mary know the answer. They all also knew the only reason Jeff was not ostracized about it was his talent on the pitch. ?Then why don?t they say anything about it to me?? Ace knew being supportive was finding the softest way to tell a hard truth. ?Mary, it is for how good you are on the pitch. People like watching you play football, so they do not want to do anything to offend.? Hearing this added to Mary?s desire to go to the pitch tomorrow. She wanted to make sure that people kept on leaving her alone about who she really was. ?Then I better get to sleep for sure. I need to make sure I stay my best.? Ace said, ?You only need to do so if you want to, My Little Strawberry. Do not do anything just to be liked by others.? ?Dad, I do love playing football. Knowing that being good makes people leave me alone just gives me another reason.? Lawrence wanted the night to end on a high note, and said, ?Goodnight, Mary, and tomorrow you better give them hell on the pitch. I am coming down to watch you.? ?Oh, I will. There is no man in Shirley or anywhere who can stop this girl on the pitch.? The little spitfire knew her brother was telling her to also give them hell in life, and her response told him she would. Knowing she had her family?s support made it so Mary knew she would rise above what others really thought of her. The spirit Mary showed in not letting the truth get her down did raise the mood of the room. As she went off to bed, everyone knew that tonight, not only did Mary came to be, but Jeff became more of who he was.