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Chapter Seven - Almost Ready to go Home. A few days before Missy's much anticipated homecoming Trudy breezily announced that "we" were going on a rare "little outing." Missy had been on only two previous "outings." The first, shortly after the commencement of this "re-education" was merely a little window shopping in the small town that was local to Trudy. On reflection it was a test that she'd behave ladylike, and not attempt "anything silly." Missy had vowed to herself to run away the very first time she was out in the real world. But the reality was so different. Before their little outing Trudy reminded Missy that she was a "scheme" child and so strictly under the charge of her and Grace. If she tried to run away the local police, "great friend's" of Trudy's, would quickly find and return a silly girl with no papers and no money. If that silly girl tried to pretend she was a silly boy and in some way coerced to dress and act like such a big girl how the policemen would just laugh. Or maybe feel sorry for poor Trudy who had to look after a fantasising young charge who so obviously dressed of her own accord, as Trudy would of course explain. Who would believe a "scheme" child over a respected member of the local community? Perhaps Trudy asked, if Missy wanted it, then Trudy could explain to absolutely everyone they met that the pretty young lady by her side was a poor deluded fantasising sissy trying so hard to be a good girl. Or, if Missy preferred they could just be a normal auntie and niece out shopping and have "a lovely and trauma free time together." Dressed conservatively with a minimum of frou frou Missy passed as just another young woman in the shadow of her rather dominating aunt. Terrified of exposure as a sissy the poor creature actually did her foremost to be the best girl she could be and so arouse no suspicions. Watching people walking around freely in their daily lives poor Missy was sorely tempted to free herself from Trudy's side and scream to all about her cruel treatment. Fear easily overcame this impulse as Trudy had expected. The mere image of burly policemen laughing when poor Missy tried to tell them she was forced to be a girl filled Missy with deep shame. It was the first time Missy had totally subdued Ashley, and not the last. Trudy choreographed the second trip more closely. Poor Missy was dropped off at the "Cut and Curls" salon with an appointment for a cut and colour, and a session at the nail bar. Trudy had meticulously prepared her pupil, role-playing the possible scenarios. So her "shy" niece was dropped off at the salon nervously sat in the little open reception area pantyhosed legs primly crossed as she read, or rather hid behind, one of the women's magazines left out for the salon's clients. Fortunately it wasn't the rather loud and gushing salon owner that took care of Missy, but the younger and quieter assistant. Nevertheless it was a rather humbling experience to have her hair washed by a girl not much older than herself, the girl totally unaware of the true nature of her client. This particular client too was so pathetically determined not to arouse suspicion she declared her request for a geometric bob with an ash blonde tint as if it was an everyday desire. She picked out the exact style and colour from the laminated sheets of styles and colour that the salon supplied for their discerning clientele, and as coached by her auntie, she forced herself to ask the assistant's opinion between a few choices, all of which in reality were anathema to this very reluctant customer. It felt to Missy that she sat for hours upon hours staring at her stupidly made up face in the mirror as the transformation of her coiffure slowly took place. Finally the torture was over and Missy forced a smile and pitiful thanks for her "adorable new look." Missy's new blonde bob swayed prettily as she made her way to the little corner nail booth, where "auntie" had so considerately left specific instructions as to what her very shy niece really wanted. The little Asian woman at the booth was rather sullen and said even less than the salon assistant. This suited Missy at least, but it was with a rather horrified fascination that she watched her nails transform with long elegant acrylic extensions and a deep rich red durable lacquer that was "two week no chip" according to the morose nail technician. Just before the last application of this depressingly enduring nail varnish Missy sensed somebody new enter the salon behind her, and auntie's bold tones announced her return. Trudy made even more of a fuss about Missy's "absolutely endearing new look" than they'd role played. Presumably in reality it did please Trudy immensely to see her charge's hair transformed to a style that screamed nothing but youthful femininity. As the salon owner, assistant, other customers, and even the begrudging nail technician added their delight at Missy's transformation. Poor Missy's blushes were quite genuine. Missy heard herself sweetly thanking everyone that complimented her, and she professed her "perfect delight" a her "fabulous new look." Trudy stood over her as Missy reached into her silly purse and paid for the hair and nails with a very generous tip for her torturers. How they smiled and waved as the shy sweet girl and her aunt left the salon, such obviously delighted customers. Arm in arm Auntie Trudy elegantly marched her charge to a high end jewellers around the corner from the salon. The owner, who would easily have passed for Trudy's younger sister greeted them warmly and was obviously expecting their arrival. She immediately escorted them to a small room at the back of the shop. Missy sat primly "in good light" as the very efficient lady began to prepare her equipment. Missy was fearful and full of resentment for what was about to happen. She forced herself to be strong. After all it was just a couple of small punctures to her ears which plenty of girls, and even some men seemed to suffer without complaint. She felt a perfect sissy as her eyes began to well up a little nevertheless. The jeweller's gentle words of comfort to her sensitive client only made Missy feel more pathetic. Missy valiantly held back the tears however, even as she felt each sharp stab of the piercing gun. Missy was genuinely surprised to see the pretty gold studs the size of small peas already in her ear lobes when the lady happily thrust the small mirror into her customer's face to review her work. It surprised Missy the little piercing gadget fitted the earring at the same time as piercing her virgin ear lobes. Missy's mind was numb as the lady talked through the "after care." These earrings were yet another symbol of her descent into femininity, just like her bras, her budding breasts, and her silly coloured swishy hair. As they prepared to leave, Missy's overheard snippets of a conversation, her head still reeling a little from the reality of having her ears pierced. "So will they still be ready in three months time?" asked Trudy of the owner. "Yes if you have enough material for me in the next few days," the lady replied. "Oh yes dear. I'm getting the last of what we need this afternoon. Then my friend will prepare it all tomorrow so it will all be with you in no time." "It's a complicated process but we'll have plenty of time then," said the owner. "I'm so excited about it," gushed Trudy before saying her goodbyes. Ears still burning a little, Missy left the shop with her Aunt. "One last little thing to do," said Trudy casually. Missy's heart sank a little. She knew in advance about the salon appointment, and the piercing, but she wasn't really ready for some other indignity. "It won't take long," smiled Aunt Trudy, arm in arm with her little plaything. "We'll soon be home, and I'll even make the tea when we get in. It will have been an exhausting day for you dear I'm sure so you can put your feet up tonight and Auntie can fuss her pretty new niece." Missy sighed. Like she had a choice. What worse could befall her anyway. Chapter Eight - Homecoming The day finally came. Somehow with all that had passed in those last few weeks some of the anticipation of returning to the farm had diminished. Nevertheless Missy still felt a frisson of excitement as Trudy's old Volvo rumbled along the long drive towards the nearest thing poor Missy had to a real home. Missy unintentionally caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror. The shadow of a smile forming on those red lipsticked lips. Her gold orbs of earrings glinting in the sun, her blonde bleached bob like a halo around her head. What's Dale going to think of me, she thought. It didn't help her confidence looking down at her soft hands neatly folded on her lap, immaculate nails feverishly clutching at the soft material of her floaty flowery skirt. Missy steeled herself. As they approached closer Missy could see what appeared to be three boys playing on the front field. They were shouting and running and kicking a ball about. There was a skinny young kid in a home-made goal they'd obviously recently constructed, a thicker set boy was shouting to his companion, that companion was clearly Dale. Missy felt a faint return of Ashley as he recalled how he was always in goal at the orphanage. He wasn't particularly good as a goalie, but he recalled how Dale's words of encouragement always made him play better. How Ashley would love to rip off all this silly feminine frippery and join Dale and his new friends on that field. A boy again. As they crunched to a halt on the gravel in front of the farm house some of this male bravado waned. For weeks now Missy had mercilessly crushed Ashley in a desperate act of self preservation. At this point Ashley was like a flickering light that quickly came and went. Missy elegantly stepped out of the car, stockinged legs held primly together, hips swivelling, hands held elegantly. But it was Ashley who railed against the sensation of the tug of suspenders, and the unsettling slither of layers of petticoat under his pantied bottom. The poor creature's mind was also spinning with the realisation that two new boy's were at the farm now. Missy was reluctantly prepared to present his even more feminised self to Grace, the Boss, and even Dale, but the thought of revealing his piteously feminised state to two strange boys made his heart sink. He stood there a moment taking in the familiar scene. But he knew he wasn't the boy he was, and he was overcome with fear and self loathing. He let Ashley slip, he had to, and Missy, now so practised in simulation, took over. Missy smiled almost genuinely as Grace, her face beaming, ran to clutch her adopted daughter in her arms. She gushed about her daughter's beautiful hair, such gorgeous earrings, and "how grown up you look!" Missy forced herself to give the Boss a gentle kiss on his whiskery chin. Dale could barely hide his astonishment at his poor friend's even more feminised transformation. Both could barely look each other in the eyes. "Well give your poor brother a kiss then, dear," demanded Trudy as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Dale stood frozen as Missy swallowed her pride and hugged Dale in what was really genuine warmth, but the gentle kiss planted on his cheek was a feat of willpower over self loathing. Missy's lips, now so soft from the application of so many balms and lipsticks detected the merest hint of whiskers on the boy's cheek. Missy realised with the deepest shame that whilst she was filling her lacy bras day by day with her growing breasts, her erstwhile playmate was becoming a man. Missy almost winced trying to clear her head of this new realisation as Grace called the two strange boy's over. The thicker set boy, about Dale's age, was called Wayne. The slighter boy, a little younger perhaps, was called Jay. Both boys looked at Missy with an intense look that at first the poor feminised boy struggled to interpret. It was with some astonishment that poor Missy realised the attentive open look was fascination, even physical attraction. Missy unintentionally blushed furiously under her foundation and powder. Suddenly she guessed that maybe they didn't know what she really was. The thought filled her with conflicting emotions. Shame that they couldn't detect any boy left in her, and the equal shame that them not knowing was actually a relief. Wayne was genuinely surprised at last to see his new Mum's daughter. For a week or more Mum had talked of little else than the return of her "darling Missy." Whereas his new Mum was a little dumpy, short, but unquestionably confident, this nervous looking girl was quite tall, taller than himself and even Dale, and skinny, or what women probably called "slim or slender." His new Mum, and his mysterious new Aunt Trudy, were both always elegantly dressed, and this young lady certainly shared that family passion. Wayne would even say later to his new brothers that he'd "never seen a teenage girl dressed quite so fancy in all my time." Missy's quirky face was like a china doll. Her blushing cheeks smooth and powdered, her red lipstick wasn't smudged at all, and in her shyness she flickered the hugest lashes he'd ever seen. She wore quite an old fashioned silk blouse with a big droopy bow around the neck, underneath was the clear outline of the prettiest pink lace bra he'd ever seen. Not that he was any expert in bras. Missy wasn't big in the bosom like Mum, but obviously developed enough to need a bra. Her pretty flowered skirt came to below the knee and was fluffed out with what he imagined was some stiff feminine underskirt thing. Her waist was tiny as you could see from the deep wide belt that presumably helped hold up her skirt. Her slim legs were glossy and faintly tanned, so she was obviously wearing stockings or tights. Her feet were in elegant cream leather short heels, open toed, so revealing red painted toes under nylon. The colour of the varnish on her toes matched that on the nails of her hands which plucked nervously at a very elegant small cream leather handbag clutched to herself so closely. Her scent filled the air, and as she moved there was a faint rustle, presumably of stiff petticoats, and she, and Wayne both flushed furiously as the girl was encouraged to hug her new brother and "give him a peck on the cheek." There was something odd about his new sister, and at the same time kind of cute, thought Wayne. She was dressed so perfectly and obviously wanting to be admired, yet she was obviously overcome with shyness and nervousness. You'd think she'd "dress down," so not to be so noticed he thought, but having this kooky girl about the place would brighten it up he imagined. Missy was next introduced to Wayne's slighter companion Jay. Jay looked uncomfortably similar to the boy that arrived all that time ago with Dale. Like Ashley he was skinny, and taller, but presumably younger than his companion Wayne. Jay barely hid his rather guileless fascination as he stared almost open mouthed at his new sister. He'd never seen a girl like her. Sure there were some pretty girls at the orphanage, prettier than this Missy, but none of those girls ever looked or dressed or smelt quite like this elegant young lady. He couldn't even decide if she was really pretty or not, but her make up was like a film star in those old magazines. She was obviously so shy too, her hands almost shaking clutching her pretty skirts with one hand and her clutch bag in the other. Later Wayne called her kooky, and that's the word Jay was struggling to find as the fragrant exotic creature dutifully hugged him and planted the lightest soft lipsticked kiss on his hot cheek. "You boys go back to your game for now," commanded Grace. "We ladies need a little time to ourselves." With that the three "ladies," retreated to the farmhouse. Dale seemed keen to kick the ball around with some ferocity even, but the game was soon abandoned as Wayne and Jay wanted to discuss their newfound sister. The two new boys decided that their new sister was "whacky" or "kooky" rather than pretty, although clearly not ugly. She was obviously extremely shy too. Jay said when he helped around the house there were several really sissy lacy aprons hanging in the kitchen which "Mum" said were Missy's. He'd thought they were sissyish even for girls but now seeing the way his new sister really dressed it kind of made sense. She was obviously such a girly girl. It was only later that Wayne and Jay realised Dale was uncharacteristically quiet when they discussed Missy. He even seemed a bit preoccupied or moody. "Maybe they don't get on," speculated Wayne in confidence. "Or maybe he's kind of jealous. Mum and the Boss obviously treat her like a princess. Maybe he's fed up with that?" speculated Jay. "Well I'm glad she's my sister," said Wayne chivalrously. "Me too!" laughed Jay, "because now she's back Mum says I don't have to help so much around the house. I'd rather be out here with you guys." Wayne laughed too, it was more fun out on the farm with the complete "three amigos." On a few occasions in the following days Jay did try to draw Dale out a little more on his sister. He didn't learn much though. The normally chatty Dale was unusually quiet on the subject of his sister. Jay did learn she'd been away since the week before he and Wayne arrived, and that was months ago. Dale was reticent to say why Missy had been away, Jay got the impression maybe Missy had done something wrong and Dale even felt a bit guilty about it. It was hard to tell, and harder to believe the angelic Missy would do anything wrong. Dale did confirm that he and she arrived together from the orphanage. Though nobody said it Jay and Wayne already had assumed Missy was a "scheme" girl, and adopted just like them. Although Mum and Missy shared a love of clothes and attention to their looks, physically they were quite different. Otherwise Dale didn't pass an opinion one way or the other about his sister, and talking about her made him if not exactly moody, at least uncharacteristically gloomy. An odd thing was that before Missy came back Dale never said a single word about her to the guys, not a word. Jay and Wayne imagined sisters could be a bit of a pain in the ass, but Missy didn't seem so bad to not even be mentioned. Anyway that's the way it was, but Jay and Wayne certainly weren't going to be frosty to her. Chapter Nine - Jay's Story Jay had an additional reason to be glad of the arrival of his newfound sister. It wasn't a reason he was going to share with the other guys however. The problem was kind of over even before Missy came back but Missy's return hopefully closed the whole embarrassing affair for good. Even before they arrived from the orphanage, the week before when Grace and Trudy inspected them, the two ladies eyed Jay over in an unsettling way they didn't seem to apply to his friend Wayne. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, it was like they were almost measuring him up for something. However the two ladies seemed nice and friendly, not at all like some of the rough farmers who came to the orphanage checking out the "scheme" kids like prize livestock. When they arrived at the farm Dale's presence helped settle any nerves. He told them that Grace and the Boss would be tough with them at first but after a short while they'd be just part of the family. Sure enough it started pretty strict. Not that after the orphanage the guys couldn't hack that. Jay was disappointed to learn that Grace wanted him to mostly help around the house, whilst Wayne would help the Boss and Dale on the farm. It wasn't nice to be separated most of the day, and the farm work sounded much more fun. Jay put up with pushing a broom, washing pots, and peeling vegetables without complaint. But after a while odd stuff started to happen that made him really uncomfortable. That first time he'd been helping Grace on her "baking day" when he'd got some flour over his jeans. Grace went from sweet to crazy in a flash screaming at him for his "carelessness," his "ingratitude," his "lack of respect." The tirade caught him off balance, and he instinctively apologised. "Put an apron on you stupid child!" screamed Grace grabbing off the hook one of the really frilly lacy aprons he'd seen hanging around the place. Even Grace didn't wear anything as silly as that, her apron, although pink was pretty plain in comparison. Wearing her apron would be preferable to this monstrosity thought Jay, but her mood was so bad he obediently allowed her to slip the frilly concoction over his head and tie it behind in a huge bow. He felt a perfect fool, but Grace calmed almost as quickly as she boiled up and the boy suffered his humiliation in silence. As soon the baking was over he struggled out of the monstrosity and hung it back on the hook. The last thing he wanted was Wayne or Dale seeing him in the sissy thing. He did later get a bit chewed off by Grace for taking the damn thing off without permission, and he was also swiftly sent off to retrieve the atrocity to put it with the laundry. He did simmer a bit about it for a while that day. Surely there were some "normal" aprons about he could have worn if Grace wanted him to protect his clothes. Being a woman though maybe it never occurred to her that the apron was just so damn sissy with it's white lace and flounces. He couldn't even figure why several similar soppy aprons were to be found all around the house when Grace never seemed to wear them. After that incident Grace quickly contrived that certain tasks in the house required that he "protect his clothes." Any task involving water, like washing up or cleaning vegetables required an apron. Any task that might conceivably soil his clothes required an apron, such as helping with baking, or handling food. Pretty much when Grace wore an apron he would too, and around the house she wore an apron an awful lot. It was fortunate though that for meals and evenings after all the chores were done she dispensed with her apron. So it was rare that the boys or her husband would ever see her dressed for her chores, and so thankfully Jay was never revealed to his new brothers in a humiliating apron. Humiliating the aprons were too, from the selection of prissy feminine concoctions found all around the house. Jay tried so hard to reasonably negotiate at least a plain apron with Grace. He'd pretend to admit the need for an apron, but just beg if he could wear something "just a little more practical at least." Although he really tried to sound reasonable and compromising the subject of the aprons was a flashpoint for his new Mother to be, which sent her from sweet to incendiary in an instant. "The aprons you are allowed to borrow are perfectly functional I can assure you," she'd yell. "If they are good enough for my daughter I'm sure they are good enough for you...the ingratitude!" He'd ask to "borrow" one of her aprons even, and that was met with a very swift refusal. "Firstly they won't fit dear, and secondly if you are so keen to borrow my clothes I can find you some of your own skirts and dresses if that's what you'd like!" Jay never fully admitted defeat. When he thought the mood was right he'd try to raise the subject again, but with no success, and an awkward atmosphere would ensue as Grace became inflamed yet again. Things got odder. One evening the boys came in with fresh buzz cuts. Jay at first laughed at them, which they took in good humour. Wayne even giggled when Jay called him "coconut head." Later Jay wondered why he didn't have his hair cut too. It had been a few weeks now and his hair hadn't ever been cut. His dirty blonde hair was almost to his shoulders. In some ways it looked kind of cool he thought, and he didn't really want to look like a coconut like Wayne, but no boy ever wants to really stand out that much from their friends. As Dale had informed them Grace and the Boss were pretty firm with them to begin with. As the weeks drew on there was more down time and more "hanging out" time with their parents to be. Grace soon made it clear they were becoming part of the family and they could call her Mum, and the Boss Dad. Jay found calling Grace "Mum" was nice in a way because he'd could never recall having a real mother. Not even Dale called the Boss "Dad" much, he was nearly always "Boss" but no-one seemed to worry about that. More often now he and Mum would spend time at the kitchen table drinking tea, Mum would read a woman's magazine, and with nothing better to do Jay would valiantly try to join any conversation his new Mum would begin. One day she was flicking through an article on hairstyles and asking his opinion on the various styles. Mostly on such feminine subjects he really didn't have much of an opinion one way or the other, but for the sake of politeness he'd almost randomly say he preferred one over another. In a way sitting around drinking tea was preferable to monotonous dusting or cleaning, so it was in his interest to keep her sweet. She looked over at Jay as if almost seeing his hair for the first time. "Have you brushed your hair today, dear?" she asked. "Yeah, yeah, of course," answered Jay, who had briefly dragged a comb over his hair that morning. His new Mum ran her fingers over his hair now. "It really needs some attention dear," she sighed. And so began their daily extended breaks where Mum "cared for" his hair. She would patiently brush and brush his hair a hundred strokes at least each day. She even bought him a rather gaudy hair brush with flowers printed on the handle so he could brush his hair himself. That brush he left hidden in a drawer, but would peremptorily drag the brush a couple of strokes over his hair each morning for appearance's sake. One day Grace "experimented" with some braids in his hair. It was rather a furious race to try to untangle them in his room before any of the boys saw. Hair products, many perfumed, began to turn up in his room, along with lotions for his "dry skin" or "working hands." It was beginning to unnerve him. One memorable day his new Mother to be announced she'd rather sillily sprained her wrist opening a jar. Now she was in a "bit of a pickle," because she had some hand washing she'd "neglectfully let pile up" and she "simply must get it done." Jay, being a decent boy thoughtlessly offered to help. So followed an excruciating hour or so, hands plunged in suds, Grace stood over him giving gentle but agonizingly embarrassingly detailed instructions on how to hand wash with the greatest care a huge pile of her ample brassieres, and a pile of nylons. Face flushed, resplendent in the frilliest of all the aprons in the house, the boy hung each item on the line outside "just so," as Grace instructed. He wanted so much to rush and get back indoors before anyone saw him, but she delayed him instructing him on the meticulous precision needed to peg out a voluminous lacy bra, or gossamer thin fragile stockings. The day or so that followed felt like she was ramping up this crazy girly treatment she'd began to inflict on him. She began constantly to refer to his previous request to borrow her apron. This was of course because her aprons were preferable to the hideous things he now regular wore anyway now. But she'd perversely turned the conversation now, as if his request was one to wear her clothes, as if that's something he wanted. "Now you know my dresses wouldn't fit you dear, but I'd be happy to buy a nice little dress for you to try," she'd say as if talking to a dumb child who didn't really know what they wanted. As politely as he could, but with increasing frustration, he'd refuse this crazy offer. "I really don't understand," she'd say "You seemed so keen to wear my aprons. There's no need to be shy dear. It's all between me and you." He'd sigh because no matter what he said she'd go on in the same vein. Then came that afternoon when she'd been out in town on her own all morning. After lunch she said he looked tired, and might be coming down with the flu that the two boys seemed to have succumbed too. "So why not have a nice lie down in your room." He'd worked hard on his own all morning but didn't really feel tired, but he could read the book Dale lent him in his room, which was far better than working around the house. He had a double take as he entered his room. What was on his bed? It was a blue dress, kind of juvenile looking for Grace, with embroidered flowers and a huge skirt edged in frills. Next to it was a huge froth of a stiff white petticoat. Why had Grace left her stuff in his room? He went and picked the the dress and petticoat up to take back to Grace's room. The dress was light and kind of small for his new Mum he thought. He turned and was shocked to find Grace stood at the door, a huge smile on her face. "You're going to try the dress and petti on now dear? I have a few nice under-things too I purchased for you too but didn't want to fuss you too much with them because I know you are so shy really. I can go fetch them now darling." Jay simply did not comprehend at first. His brain couldn't take it in. "W..What?" he stammered. "It's no trouble darling. You get undressed and I'll fetch the lovely lingerie I bought this morning. I found the sweetest training bra. Honestly, absolutely adorable. I've got you some very pretty panties, and the tiniest girdle. I hope you don't mind I bought you fifteen denier nylons, you might snag anything with a lower denier dear, but if you prefer you could borrow a pair of my seven deniers if you've really set your heart on them." Her apparent joy was almost as scary as the obviously terrible misunderstanding. "I..I was just taking these..er..things back to your room Mum," he stumbled. A momentary look of incomprehension passed her face, then her seeming elated look instantly returned. "Oh, I see. You'd prefer to change in my room darling. That makes sense, I understand, so boyish in here for the present. There we could perhaps do a little make-up at my vanity too. Not too much I don't approve of too much make up at your age." "Yes sweetie, you can bring your pretty dress and petticoat to my room, no need to be shy." Jay was properly flustered now. "No, no. I thought the dress and, er thingy, were yours Mum. So I was bringing them back," he explained thrusting the offending dress and frothy petticoat out in front of him. "Now that's just being silly dear," she said in a mildly disapproving voice suitable for a mischievous little girl perhaps. "Why would 'my' dress and petticoat be in 'your' room dear? The dress so obviously wouldn't be suitable for me, and you know that. You picked it up and wanted to take it to my room to dress up, and that's fine dear, but don't tell you Mummy silly fibs dear." "But I don't want to wear them! I don't!" screamed Jay. "Oh now I've upset you," she sighed. "Put your dress and petti back on the bed darling." The "your dress" comment hurt a bit. But relieved a little he'd got at least one message through he rather inelegantly dumped the girly clothes back onto his bed. "Really dear you must learn to treat your own pretty things with the same care you did Mummy's. You were perfectly gentle with my brassieres and nylons sweetie so you know perfectly well how to care for delicate things." Jay gave a sullen and confused look back. "I can see I've maybe tried to rush you and perhaps spooked you darling. Just seeing you clutching your first pretty dress and petti filled me with pride that you'd finally overcome your silly reticence. I so, so, wanted to help you into the absolutely adorable ensemble I'd so carefully picked out for you." "But now I see you are a bit overwrought. Sadly you've retreated into your silly male shell when you so obviously were delighted to be Mummy's perfect princess just a few moments ago." "Let's take a break shall we? You have a sweet little nap, and we can discuss this all later." Jay wanted to scream she'd got this so wrong, but she seemed to have abandoned the whole embarrassing episode now, so he really just wanted her and the stupid clothes out of his room. Anyway if he'd protested more she'd probably still have drawn the wrong conclusions, she was kind of obsessed it seemed. He had his nap, well he pretended too, the earlier craziness kept his mind racing. Nothing more was said when he came downstairs but an uncomfortable surprise awaited him when he prepared for bed. He went dutifully to hang his jeans in his wardrobe, Grace was a stickler for tidiness. Jeans and trousers always went in the furthest right hand compartment of the wardrobe. Imagine his shock to find the sissy blue dress and the frothy white petticoat hung up there, filling the hanging space where his jeans usually hung. Worse still the base of the compartment was cleared of his trainers and a pair of girl's unworn white courts in his size, size five, rested neatly beside a cream leather clutch handbag still with it's label on from the swanky ladies store in town. He quickly opened the other door, and with relief he found his other jeans, and his trainers, now squeezed into a tighter space. For an illogical horrible moment he feared his boy's clothes had been all cleared out. A quick check of the third and final compartment of the wardrobe, thankfully revealed his shirts and jumpers as it should. He finished undressing and headed to the chest of drawers to retrieve his pyjamas. The damned sissy hairbrush was on the top of the dresser, not where he had left it hidden. Strangely a three sided mirror had appeared on the top of the dresser too, and a lilac padded stool he'd seen before in one of the spare rooms had mysteriously appeared in front of the dresser. Strangest of all there was a pink box by the mirror, about small shoebox size still in it's cellophane. Jay puzzled a moment at the large label attached to the lid on the which there was a picture, presumably of the contents of the box. There was like a paint palette of little cakes of something he realised was blusher or eye shadow or whatever women did with it. There was a mascara brush, tubes of lipstick, some brushes and like cotton bud things, tubes of lotions or something. A smiling young girl, her face a mask of make-up was pictured next to the caption "The Essential Make Up Kit." Grace is just crazy he thought. His first impulse was to hide the brush and the crazy make up kit away, out of his own eyesight, and away from anyone that might come into his room. He pulled open the top drawer of the dresser, then froze in astonishment. Laid out so very precisely, and femininely, was a confection in various shades of pink, of the prissiest ladies underwear he'd ever seen. In a sort of stupor he flicked through the immaculately neat pile. There was a little lacy brassiere with small padded cups, a matching set of panties in the same lace trim as the brassiere. A panelled fuller salmon pink panty was stiffer to the touch and he realised was some kind of panty-girdle. There was a contraption of lace and straps he didn't recognise as a suspender or garter belt. There were two packs of unopened stockings. Crazy, crazy stuff he thought. Realising he was actually touching this bizarre collection he immediately stopped. He was at an age when his sexual urges were only just beginning. Had this confection belonged to a real girl it might be kinda nice to ogle and touch, but, well, it made him feel slightly sick to realise this stuff was actually put there for him. Coming to his senses he quickly dumped the box and hairbrush into the drawer and slammed it shut. This can't go on he thought. He found his pyjamas. All the other drawers at least contained his boy stuff, though now compressed into a smaller space. It was a very fitful night's sleep. Next morning he woke up determined to "have it out" with Grace. This crazy stuff couldn't go on he felt. However the usual routine of the day was interrupted by a conversation outside his door between the Boss and his new Mum. "No Grace, there's no choice I've got to have the lad for what he's worth. If we don't get those potatoes in we'll lose them to this much rain." "Well alright dear," said Grace. "But careful with him, he's not like the other boys." It seemed that both Dale and Wayne were properly laid up with flu, and the Boss needed any help he could get to get the potato crop in. "I'll look in on the boys," said Grace, obviously still a bit put out to temporarily lose her little helper. "You tell him you need him." There was no need for the Boss to tell him. Jay was already eagerly getting into his rather underused farm work clothes and boots. Rather swamped in Wayne's borrowed yellow sou'wester, and covered in mud Jay valiantly dumped potatoes in sacks as quickly as he could. His back ached, his arms ached, he was cold, and the wet had seeped right through his boots, but he was bizarrely happy to be out doing proper men's work. The Boss, not a man of many words, said, "Well done lad," at least twice which Jay knew was praise indeed. He'd genuinely surprised the Boss with his determination and stamina. The Boss had thought Jay a "skinny runt" and probably only fit to help Grace out around the house. However he began to realise he was "wiry" rather than skinny, and that never a word of complaint left his lips. The next day, Dale and Wayne feigned feeling better, guilty they couldn't help their adopted Dad. In other circumstances the Boss might have swallowed his doubts about their fitness to work and used them in some way or other to help out a bit. Yet Jay and he had been a sterling team the day before, and without a word to his wife he "borrowed" Jay for another day, and let the other boys rest up. After a very long day the potato harvest was in. Jay was obviously a potentially valuable asset on the farm and the Boss soon decided he wasn't to be wasted in the house. It took a week or so for things to change properly, but the weirdness gradually ceased. If Jay forgot his apron nothing was said, and very soon the boy eagerly "forgot" his aprons every day. He was regularly "borrowed" from the house now, and although the farm work was harder than household chores it never felt so arduous in the company of the now recovered Dale and Wayne. One day the Boss let Jay ride along side him in his old Land Rover on a rare trip into town. The Boss dropped him off at the old fashioned barbers whilst he concluded his business. Jay returned with the bristliest of buzz cuts, to the surprisingly mild discontent of his new Mum, who now seemed to be coming to terms with having lost her house pet. Grace began to get more and more obsessed and occupied with the forthcoming return of her "daughter." Her experiment with Jay had failed. Nevertheless her friend Trudy had apparently accomplished some delicious changes in Missy which Grace excitedly anticipated. Just the week before his "sister's," expected return Jay noticed the sudden disappearance of the stupid girl's clothes from his wardrobe and drawers. The vanity mirror and little stool were gone too. Whatever madness had gotten over his Mum was now gone he thought. He sort of felt sorry for Grace missing her daughter so much that she wanted a boy to take her place. He couldn't come up with any other explanation for her behaviour, and was happy never to discuss it with anyone. Jay didn't know what a lucky escape he had had. But for a few traits he had that Ashley lacked, and but for Grace's desire to play her game a little differently he may have fallen deep into the feminine web just like poor Missy. This time it had pleased Grace to try to "trick" her new victim into being her doll and plaything. Her and Trudy had been more forceful with Ashley. Whilst that was deliciously pleasing at the time, they both imagined the delight of the simple power of words and circumstances to entrap a poor boy into the feminine web. Grace realised now that this new approach might well have worked with Ashley who it seemed was that little more easily embarrassed and coaxed into awkward situations. What she missed too, and she realised it was something she missed terribly, was Ashley's adorable fluster and blushing inner turmoil, which Jay disappointingly failed to exhibit. Well Trudy had had a few good months of fun with Missy, thought Grace, and Grace wanted her sweet little pet back for good. From what she'd heard Trudy had achieved all the changes and refinements she could so she was perfectly content to release her guest. Her darling Missy would be back in time for her birthday. The two women planned the most adorable birthday party, and the most delicious birthday surprise. Chapter Ten - The Day of the Party Missy, dressed immaculately in underwired powder pink brassiere, tiny matching panties and filmy stockings, sat at her vanity inspecting her silly mask of make-up for any imperfections that might meet her mother's displeasure. There were none. After days and days of repetition Missy felt a resentful pride at her ability to apply and maintain her make-up to the highest standards. In some ways sitting so docilely in her gaudy bedroom felt like she'd never been away. Like nothing had changed. But in other ways it felt like a heavy curtain had been drawn behind her since her prolonged stay with Auntie Trudy. The biggest change was in herself. She felt nearly always "herself." Ashley, the boy, the man, was hidden so deeply within her psyche she now only felt the merest glimpses of his presence. At Trudy's, of course, she just had to subdue Ashley. How else could she survive? When she'd got "home" she knew she was changed most profoundly. However she'd hoped that with Dale around, with a bit of normality, she might at least have moments with her friend where Ashley could play some part. She'd never openly given up on escaping. It was however a subject she didn't dwell on. Sadly she'd not had the merest inkling of a plan to fly since coming back. On several trips into town lately the thought of fleeing shamefully never entered her head. A dilemma she'd never anticipated was the presence of two new boys. Worst of all they obviously thought she was a real girl. Worse still poor Missy lacked the courage to let them think otherwise. To be treated and to behave like the sissy princess of the house was preferable to revealing the full, utterly crushing, shame of his capitulation and indignities. Her feelings were further complicated in that it hurt terribly that Dale had obviously never bothered to tell the two new boys about the bizarre fate of his friend. Now he felt trapped into "living" this lie, because it just felt too late, and too painfully humiliating to say, "I'm not your sister I'm really a boy!" Was he really a boy anyway? Missy held back a tear. Trudy was due in a hour or so for the birthday celebrations, but also to give Missy her weekly hormone injections. She'd ask her very sweetly for a little extra "happy juice" too, then for a day at least her mind would clear of these troubling thoughts. Earlier, Grace felt a buzz of excitement from the moment her perfumed pet woke her with her morning coffee. She wished Missy "Happy Birthday" and her blushing plaything dutifully thanked her with a gently planted kiss on her cheek. Grace anticipated a delicious day ahead as she watched her "daughter" depart in a haze of pink froth and ruffles which was her morning peignoir and baby-doll nightie. Trudy had confirmed that the "special gift," was ready, and that filled both ladies with a warm buzz of arousal. ** Jay knew that "Mum" was obsessed with her daughter, barely ever leaving her alone, but the preparation for Missy's birthday seemed to preoccupy her for days. The barn had been completely cleared out and decked in ribbons and bows. He, Wayne, Dale, and even the Boss had been sent off for fresh hair cuts and a new set of best clothes. The boys grinned at each other in their smart shirts and trousers and shiny shoes. It was a day off work, and in their unaccustomed clothing, and unaccustomed idleness, kicking a ball around in their best clothes being forbidden, there was an odd "nothing to do" holiday atmosphere. The boys had all been "encouraged" to give Missy rather "icky" presents. Fortunately Mum had done the buying, they only had to present the gift on the evening of the party. The previous evening Jay felt slightly uncomfortable wrapping a pack of stockings which looked disquietingly like the same make as the bizarre stockings he'd found in his dresser drawer that time. It was decided too that Jay would present tonight's special present. He had the little box safely in the pocket of the jacket he was to wear tonight. Mum and Auntie Trudy were so solicitous about the little package he presumed it was something expensive. More expensive than the penknife he got for his birthday he thought, although he thought it was a great penknife to be fair. That evening the boys and the Boss were all duly lined up to greet the "birthday girl" as she made her entrance arm in arm with her mother. Wayne and Dale dutifully clapped, the Boss even freed his attention from the glass of beer he was holding. Jay however was momentarily shocked into silence. Auntie Trudy was in raptures of course. Mum looked curvaceous and all trussed up tightly in her best figure hugging black sparkly dress, but it was Missy's dress that caught Jay's attention. The dress was relatively understated compared to his Mum's. Blue taffeta, big puff sleeves, embroidered flowers, a full skirt puffed out with a trembling stiff petticoat. Surely not thought Jay, but then it was he realised, it was the dress that Grace had left all that time in his room. It didn't look quite so juvenile on his sister as he imagined it was when he'd first seen it. A modest cleavage enhanced it's sweetheart neckline to begin with, and Missy's graceful movement gave it a stately feel as the ample skirt swayed to her careful steps. Steps were taken in low heels that looked horribly like the one's left at the bottom of poor Jay's wardrobe up until recently. Grace glanced a knowing look at Jay as she led her pet into the barn. Jay's pink face showed her little game had hit home. Jay then had a really horrible thought. It was so crazy his mind didn't even process it properly or give it a name. No, that's not possible, he thought. Morbidly fascinated Jay noted the outline of a pink lacy brassiere supporting Missy's modest bust. The bra couldn't be the thing that was in his drawer he knew, that would be too small, but it was no coincidence it was the same colour. Those stockings, they could be the same ones too. Crazy ideas he thought. "Like a boy could have boobies anyway." It's just Grace playing silly games with him. Missy's face was a sweet mask of forced politeness. She obviously didn't know the history of her dress. Jay's mind reeled a bit. He finally pulled himself together as he heard someone saying his name. The boy's were dutifully handing out their presents. Missy was sat demurely like a princess between her Mum and Trudy, as the men paid their respects. Missy dutifully unwrapped each gift, her thin feeble fingers and immaculate long nails, making the task more protracted. She smiled sweetly at Wayne's gift of a rather gaudy hair brush with flowers printed on the handle. The same brush that Jay had had in his room! Wayne blushed as he received his sweet kiss of thanks. His reward, a visible trace of red lipstick on his cheek. Dale's gift was given with barely a glance between brother and sister. To Jay's further discomfort Missy duly unwrapped that damned cosmetic box, still in it's cellophane wrapper. Dale was back in his place before Missy could even give him a little kiss in thanks. It was Jay's turn to give his present. He knew that they were the same brand of stocking that were left in his room. Only now he knew it was more than coincidence. Missy dutifully smiled at the gift and gave Jay a little peck on his cheek which coloured quickly at the proximity of a fragrant young lady. Jay looked to his new Mother as to whether it was now time for him to hand over the special present. She shook her head and stood to address her family and friend. "I've a little announcement to make children," she declared, addressing the three boys specifically. "Now you are aware that prior to the arrival of my two new lovely sons." She smiled at Wayne and Jay who proudly smiled back. "...my beautiful daughter had spent some time with my dearest friend Trudy." "What you don't know is that the poor sweet girl was suffering from a saddening and disquieting affliction." The two boys looked over at Missy in sympathy. Missy's face was a mask for the present. Dale, had anyone noticed, looked confused. "It seemed that a couple of redundant growths were causing the poor child a lot of discomfort and were even affecting her naturally sweet nature. Now my dear friend Trudy, as well as having had a career in the beauty business, had also had a career as a nurse. So she courageously volunteered to attempt to treat poor Missy's affliction without resort to surgery. For this she gladly gave up her home so that dear Missy could be treated away from the distraction of family." She paused for "her family" to take this all in. Wayne and Jay's faces were masks of concern. Dale looked troubled. Missy looked deeply uncomfortable under her mask of placidity. "Now whilst Trudy's significant administrations did bear some fruit, it was reluctantly decided that the removal of these horrid outgrowths was the best course of action." ** Missy's mind drifted back to that fateful day. "One last little errand," declared Auntie Trudy cheerfully as they left the jeweller's, Missy's ear lobes still stinging. They proceeded towards back streets that were foreign to Missy. Trudy rang a doorbell at the side door of a premises with no name plate. A thin and rather tired looking middle aged man dressed in a white coat answered the door. Missy could smell stale alcohol on his breath as he ushered them in. The room they entered was cleaner than Missy expected from the man's appearance. It was some kind of consulting room with a strange contraption of a doctor's examination couch in a corner, a screen at one side, and a rig of bright lights. "Don't be alarmed now sweetie," Trudy smiled at Missy, "this is really just a follow up to your piercing dear, and a little examination." It had been a trying day. Missy just wanted it over. Trudy picked up a medical smock and handed it to her charge. Go behind the screen and strip completely dear, then put this on, then the dear doctor can examine you properly. Missy docilely went behind the screen. As she took off her dress, pretty bra, stocking, panties and all, her biggest fear was the shock of the doctor, and her subsequent shame, when he realised what she really was underneath. She folded the clothes neatly on a chair and put on the smock as best she could, although it seemed terribly inadequate. She heard the doctor talking rather gruffly about payment, but immediately uttered begrudging thanks. Then Missy heard Trudy fumbling in her handbag for something, which she presumably handed over to the doctor. "This is the muscle relaxant?" questioned the doctor. "Yes, we'll administer that first," said Trudy. It seemed awful strange to Missy that an ex nurse should be directing a doctor. But Auntie Trudy was notoriously pushy. Trudy came behind the screen to help Missy fasten her smock from behind. Missy rather boldly whispered urgently to her Auntie, "The doctor will see what I am Auntie." Trudy almost laughed. "Oh don't worry sweetie," she whispered back, "the doctor is aware of your unique situation. He's here to help really." Missy wasn't quite sure what that meant, but was pathetically relieved that the doctor already knew about her true gender. Auntie led the feminised boy by the arm to the odd looking examination couch. "Lie down sweetie," she requested politely. Missy, still a little fearful, did as Auntie Trudy requested. Trudy rather professionally pulled two metal arms up from the side of the couch and into place. Raising each of Missy's long slim legs into each of the raised stirrups, she lightly fastened the restraining strap around each ankle. Missy felt terribly vulnerable her legs raised and apart, only the skimpiest of medical smocks hiding her modesty. "It's not elegant darling," soothed Missy's Auntie, "but it will help the doctor immensely." "I'll administer the relaxant now Doctor," she announced, preparing a needle and vial. The doctor grunted his assent, occupied as he was preparing some instruments. Trudy raised Missy's left arm, the syringe in her other hand. "What's this, auntie?" questioned Missy, now showing some real alarm. "Oh sweetie," chided Trudy lightly, "it's just a little something to relax you dear," she smiled. Missy felt a sharp jab in her arm, and within seconds her reluctance or otherwise was merely academic. Missy had thought "something to relax you" was just a euphemism for something like those "happy pills." However the feeling that came over Missy was completely different. She wanted to ask Auntie Trudy exactly what was in the syringe, but no words would come out, she just couldn't speak. She wanted to move her arm to attract Auntie Trudy's attention but it was like her arm was somebody else's. Missy was paralysed. Trudy noticed Missy's eyes moving a little wildly now. "Don't worry sweetie," she comforted, "it's just a little something to stop you fidgeting and to make the poor doctor's job less troublesome dear." "The relaxant is far preferable to a general anaesthetic dear. You can see exactly what's going on, it's such a simple procedure really, and you won't feel groggy and awful afterwards. Auntie's little princess will be up and about in no time." Missy wanted to scream, and shout, and demand exactly what is going on. But no words or gestures were possible. The doctor approached the foot of the couch, a syringe in his hand. "I'll administer a local anaesthetic to the groin area now," he mumbled towards Missy, "nothing to worry about err-mm-" He struggled for the patient's name. "Missy," said Trudy. "Nothing to worry about Missy," he mumbled his gnarled hands lifting Missy's smock up and over her waist. Missy flinched inside as she felt a stab in her groin. Her mind was racing even if her body was useless to her. The doctor retreated. "We'll give that ten minutes to take effect then we'll perform the bilateral orchidectomy," the Doctor announced. Missy's mind reeled. "Bilateral Orchidectomy," what the hell was that? In a horrible sick way she was sure she knew. Her body wasn't her own but tears formed in her eyes. She didn't know much about sex or gender or reproduction, but she, he, knew that those things between his legs were important, something that made him a him. Please no, he screamed silently, not that. The doctor came back, arranging the bright light to better illuminate the groin area. Both he and auntie Trudy had donned surgical masks, making themselves appear all the more sinister. Trudy began cutting a strip of surgical tape. "Tape that little thing out of the way for the present please," ordered the doctor. Missy watched her bend and apply the tape somewhere between Missy's legs. Satisfied, the Doctor declared, "We'll get started. The small scalpel please." Auntie duly handed that over. In frozen horror Missy summoned every strength to scream, to no avail. Noting the tear filled eyes Trudy mopped his tears and in a humiliating soothing tone she whispered, "Don't be fretful sweetie. The nice Doctor will take all that nastiness away and we'll be Mummy's favourite angel again in no time." The Doctor momentarily backed away from Missy's groin area, and Missy heard a sickening plop sound as the Doc let drop something into a stainless steel dish held out helpfully by his assistant Trudy. Missy shuddered mentally as the Doc resumed his work. Within in a short few nauseating minutes a second plop into the dish spelt the end of Missy's "troublesome" manhood. "You want to close up?" asked the Doc, stepping back again now. "Yes Doctor," replied Trudy eagerly. "Only the neatest finest stitches for my princess." She nodded to Missy. "No nasty scars dear." The Doc picked up the dish. "You say you want to keep these?" he asked in a tone which suggested they were now worthless. "Oh yes, we've something very special planned with those Doc." In a look that said, I can't imagine what, he returned the dish to the table and began removing his surgical gloves. Trudy spent a considerable time doing her finest work on the sutures. After an hour or so Missy was mobile enough to be dressed. Her pretty panties were bulked out with a fresh sanitary pad "to protect the new nicer flatter profile, until everything was healed." Ironically poor Missy stained her first sanitary pad with her own blood. ** Missy's thoughts slowly returned to her "family" in the barn. All eyes looked at her in sadness at her recent health problems. Missy felt numb. After days of tears and anger immediately after her "operation" the thought of what happened to her was now too painful to bear. She never really looked down there any more when she dutifully stepped in or out of her pretty panties. She could hear her Mum still droning on in hushed tones about her poor daughter's misfortune. "Anyway," smiled Greta, apparently sensing she was beginning to bring the mood of the party down, "do any of you boy's know what diamonds are made of?" Jay eagerly raised his hand. "No need to raise your hand here young man." She smiled indulgently. "Carbon!" shouted Jay, pleased to air his limited knowledge. "Correct, and that brings me to the nice part of this unfortunate episode." "This may all sound strange, but bear with me children, there's a happy ending." She had the boy's attention, and Missy's too. Dale looked on glumly, but still attentive. "Now dear Auntie Trudy has an acquaintance who runs a kind of crematorium for animals..." There was a poorly suppressed giggle from Wayne which Greta chose to ignore. "...which means for a small charge he could also reduce the horrid growths the Doctor removed from out dearest Missy down to ash, or rather, carbon.." Her audience were listening but not necessarily following their mother's thread. "...Now this is the amazing bit children. Did you know that if you put carbon under super super pressure you make diamonds?" "I did," proclaimed Jay proudly. Greta smiled at Jay. "Did you know there's one company in the whole country that will make diamonds out of carbon for you?" Jay shook his head. "It's terribly expensive, and takes a few months to do," continued Greta. "Well, clever Trudy sent that nasty carbon to the only place in the country that actually makes diamonds," she announced with enthusiasm.'Don't let the Boss know just how expensive it was." Wayne and Jay laughed and looked at the Boss. He merely shrugged and returned to examining his beer. "Then dear Trudy took what they made to a dear friend of hers that makes adorable jewellery," smiled Greta, in mock breathlessness at the length of her explanation. "And..." She nodded to Jay to take the little package of his pocket now, which he duly and proudly did. "...from something horrid our dear Missy will have something absolutely beautiful for life!" "Hand Missy her the present Jay," she requested. Jay sort of bowed, in what he imagined was a suitably ceremonial gesture, and handed the little package to his seated sister. He noticed his sister's eyes were already filling. Wayne put on his best dutiful grin, the Boss was as unmoved as ever, Greta and Trudy were in raptures, Dale's eyes were filling too, only he knew the tears he and Missy were fighting were tears of anger and sadness and not joy as everyone might assume. Jay smiled politely as Missy's feeble fingers trembled in the process of unwrapping the bow and paper around the little box. Her immaculately sculpted scarlet painted nails obviously made the task more difficult. Paper and bow removed, Missy's trembling hands flipped the little catch that opened the red leather covered box. Nestled in their blue velvet cushioning were two round earrings, a little smaller than Missy's pierced earlobe. More out of curiosity about the science of such a creation, rather than the intrinsic beauty, Jay peered over to examine the earrings. Each had a small pale blue diamond in the centre with a cluster of tiny diamonds in a circle around it. "The blue diamonds are all that nastiness turned into beauty, sweetie," Greta proudly explained to her "daughter." "Beauty for life." "Let me fix them angel," she asked, although already in the process of removing Missy's little gold stud earrings. "Now we asked the jeweller to use the most secure fastening available, they are so precious after all. So you won't be able to take them off and on yourself darling, but each morning and evening it will be my pleasure to help you with them." The tears ran freely down Missy's face now, her whole body trembling, as for the first time now she wore in public the two symbols of her most permanent feminisation. Jay kicked himself for even for a millisecond wondering if his sister was really a girl. Only a real girl could get quite so emotional about a few diamonds. Through her tears Missy saw joy all around her, excepting Dale's bowed head. It was the day Ashley finally died. THE END