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The Halloween story. Part two, The day it continued. I was woken by Helen stumbling into the house at about half past three on Sunday morning. I did think at first that it was a burglar as I heard her sneaking around, trying to be quiet, but shuffling and stumbling into things. Then I head her giggling. I also hear something rattle to the floor and she squealed in shock. But she made it to her bedroom before walking up the twins. I don't know what time Mum came home, she was quieter. And sober. Tired, after a twelve hour shift in a busy casualty ward, but sober. I finally woke up at about nine that morning. For a moment I lay in my bed, going over the events of the previous night. Had I really dressed as a girl and gone out in public? And had I really enjoyed? I had almost convinced myself it was a dream until I sat up and saw the clothes, folded neatly on the chair with the wig laid on top of them, curled up like up some impossible cat. I rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom. I don't know if mum was sleeping, but I knew that Helen was. I could almost see her bedroom room rattling as she snored. I did my business, brushed my teeth and... I looked closely at my face. Did I still have a trace of eye shadow on my eyelids? I washed my face thoroughly. There, that was better. I want back to my room and dressed. A fresh pair of boxers, a clean pair of socks, jeans and a t-shirt. As I dressed though, I couldn't help but feel that my male clothes were rougher, unlike the blouse, which had felt nicer. And they hung loosely on me, they were not figure hugging like the skirt had been. I shook the thoughts from my head. It was a one off. I was never doing it again. Downstairs, I saw the twins were already up and probably had been since before dawn. They were sat in the living room watching the Disney channel. What a surprise. They had bowls in their laps, probably their third serving if I knew them, and two large glasses of milk on the coffee table. I prepared myself a cup of coffee and put two slices of bread in the toaster. Melly came over with her bowl. She climbed on a stool and grabbed a box of cornflakes. "Morning Martin. Are you not Molly today?" "No. Plain old boring Martin I'm afraid." "That's a shame. I like Molly." I stared at her, a little surprised at this statement. "You do realise that it was me don't you? That I was wearing Helen's clothes?" "Of course I do you twit," she snapped back. "But Molly is nicer. Gentler and more kind." "Oh." I said. She climbed off the stool and for a moment she just stood there. Then she came up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "Don't worry though. I still love you. You're a good big brother." "Oh thank you." I ruffled her hair in a playful fashion. "I love you too." She let go of me, picked up her bowl and headed back to the living room. "Make that your last bowl," I said. "I will," she said. I knew she wouldn't but at least she hadn't added sugar. The last thing I needed was two young girls rushing around the house causing mayhem and noise on a sugar rush. Not with Helen sleeping off a hangover and Mum sleeping off a busy night in a casualty department. I spread a generous amount of strawberry jam on my toast and headed up to my room. I turned on my PC. I saw several Facebook notifications, some of them tagging me in pictures. I took a munch of my toast and I opened up my Facebook page with a sense of trepidation. There they were. The pictures of me. Dressed a school girl. With a layer of make up. Stephanie had loaded up two of them, Helen had loaded three of them and Stephanie's little brother put up five. And I was in all of them. The five that Stephanie's little brother had uploaded, who had been dressed as Dracula if I remembered correctly, were of me in my schoolgirl outfit posing with Carl in his batman outfit and Stephanie in her Catwoman suit. She looked really good. And so did I. I didn't want to admit it, but I did sort of look okay. Reading the comments was a surprise. On the whole, they were kind and supportive. Most said that I was good brother to go out dressed like that for my sisters, That I was a brave to go out like that in the first place and that I looked surprisingly good. Stephanie had even commented on one of them, saying that I made an attractive looking girl. Perhaps I could show my face in public again after all. After checking my e-mails and watching a bit of Youtube, I turned my Playstation on and played an old game for the umpteenth time around At midday, just turned twelve o'clock I heard Helen's door open and heard her feet padding to the bathroom. When she returned, I scooped up the clothes and walked to her door. I knocked gently. I heard a rumbling from inside that might have been, go away, or words to that extent. Then the door opened and I had a bit of a shock. Helen looked an absolute mess. Her eyes were red rimmed, her nose looked blocked, here hair was in total disarray and her pale face showed traces of make up where she hadn't cleaned it off properly. She was at least dressed. A large shapeless mass of a t-shirt that hung on her like a sack. "Whayouwan?" I took this to mean 'Good morning my dear Brother. What can I do for you on this fine morning?' After a moment, I held out the clothes. "I just wanted to return your clothes and to thank you for lending them to me." She glared at me for a moment and then at the clothes I was holding out. She shrugged and a smile appeared on her face. "Oh, you can keep them. I don't want them any more. Oh in fact... wait a minute." She disappeared for a moment and then reappeared with two hangers. One was a standard plastic clothes hanger and the second was simply a straight bar with a pair of clips on it. "You'll need these to hang them up." She was waved the straight bar with the clips in the air, almost scratching herself with it. "This is a skirt hanger," she placed them on top of the clothes, "And if you want to wear anything else, please ask. Don't just take stuff." Her gaze went unfocused for a moment and she belched loudly. Then she glared at me. "Now bog off and don't pester me again until noon." The door slammed shut in my face. After a moment, the door opened again. "It's noon now isn't it?" she asked. "Er, yes. Yes it is." "In that case bog off and don't pester me again until teatime." The door slammed shut again. And it had a tone of finality about it. I stood there for a moment. And then, with a sigh, I headed back to my room. I placed the blouse and the skirt on the hangars and hung them in the wardrobe. I then placed the underwear in the drawer next to my boxers shorts and socks. I expected to it to look out of place, but it didn't. It looked like it belonged there. I shut the drawer. And tried to put that image out of my mind. I had just sat down when my phone rang. Seeing who it was, I tried to compose my thoughts into some semblance of order so I could speak with a sense of coherence as I didn't want to make an idiot of myself. "Hey Stephanie, how are you?" "I'm good. How are you?" "I'm fine, I'm good. What can do I for you?" "Oh, I was just wondering what you thought of those photos?" Ah, the photos. Well, the reaction hadn't been as bad as I thought. So maybe I could have gotten away with it. "I thought they were okay. I had some nice compliments from them." I remembered now, the one comment from a former school friend saying that I was brave to express my femininity in that way. Whatever that meant. "That's good. That's really good. Because I'd like to meet you for coffee. How does, four o'clock at your house sound?" For a moment, I was stunned. I had fancied Stephanie since school though she had a boyfriend then but she had been single since he'd moved away. I managed to find my voice again. "That sounds good. It sounds great in fact." "Good. Because I'd like to talk to you about it. I know you said it was a one time thing, but I thought you looked really cute. And I'd like to see Molly again." I froze. Dressing as girl? Again? Halloween was one thing. But wearing them when it was a normal day was another thing else entirely. Questions raced through my mind as I thought about this. One question was prominent. "Err... why?" It was Stephanie's turn to be silent. For a moment I thought she was going to hang up "I need to talk about this with you. And I would like you to be... Molly." I remembered what she had said as she had embraced me the night before, if she had been a lesbian, she would have fancied me. I was still confused about this. Was she a lesbian? Did she think I was gay? There was a chance that I could besetting myself up for a massive disappointment. However, if it meant that I had a chance at being with Stephanie, It was a chance worth taking. However, if it meant dressing as Molly again... "Hello, are you still there?" "Yes, sorry" I reorganised my scattered thoughts into one coherent strand. Well as coherent as I could manage, "Can I think about that? Give me an hour and I'll call you back?" "I understand," she said. "You'll call me?" "Of course. I'll speak to you soon." She hung up and I slumped on my bed. I was at a loss. I really did not know what to do. I had a chance at being with Stephanie but the chance meant dressing as a girl and I didn't really want to dress as a girl. Did I? I wasn't sure any more. Of course, I had not enjoyed it at first, rebelling against it even. But as the evening had progressed, had I grown to like it? If I hadn't, why had I stayed dressed when I got home? Why had... A sudden thought occurred to me. I had used Milly and Melly's reactions yesterday as a sort of litmus test. If they had laughed, I would not have gone out dressed as a girl. But they had not laughed. They had accepted me, as their big sister. And as innocents, their reactions could be trusted. As they did not lie and they hadn't learned how to manipulate the situation to suit their own ends. They just called as they saw it. And this was not to say that they were always nice. If they thought I was being an idiot, then they called me an idiot. Which was more often than I cared to admit. I stood up and walked over to my wardrobe. I withdrew the uniform and hung it on the wardrobe door. Then I dug out the underwear and the wig and placed them on my bed. For a moment, I looked at the clothes. Then I headed downstairs. The twins were still watching cartoons on the Disney channel. Something about a big castle. The castle walked about on giant legs, but hey, it was a cartoon. They did not look up as I sat down. I reached for the the remote and paused the movie. This produced a torrent of protests "Hey, we were watching that!" Milly yelled. "What did do you that for?" Melly yelled. "Put it back on. Put it back on!" "Yeah, put it back on!" "Why are you being so mean to us?" This in unison, at a high pitch, almost a scream. I held up a hand and fell silent. "Girls, I need to ask you something." They fell silent, but they were glaring at me with looks that could have stripped the paint job off a Land Rover. "What do you think of me, dressing as Molly?" "Oh is that all?" Milly asked, settling back onto the sofa, "Put the film back on why don't you?" "Oh Martin," Melly came over to me and stood by the side of my chair, "Listen, if you want to dress up as Molly, that's great. We only had one night with Molly, and she was great. Yes, I know she was you, I'm not silly. But Molly is a different person," She frowned as she thought about it, "It's like you have a girl you inside you and you need to let her out." "You need to dress properly though," Milly said. "And you can't dress as a schoolgirl. You're too old to be a schoolgirl." "Well, I admire your acceptance and your enthusiasm," I said, "but I think we need to talk about this with Helen first." "Talkabouwha?" said a bleary voice. We turned and saw Helen stood in the kitchen. She looked a good deal better, though obviously talking coherently still beyond her. She had a mug of coffee in one hand and a box of aspirin and a glass of water in the other. She had brushed her hair so it was no longer resembled in explosion in a mattress factory and she had washed her face. She was no longer smeared with excess make up and her eyes were a bit clearer, but she was still pale. "Helen!" the girls cried and rushed up to her. Her eyes widened and she sank into a chair before the twins could knock her over. "Martin wants to be Molly again," Milly began. "And he needs your help to dress him up and make him pretty and..." "Quiet!" Helen snapped. She probably though she has shouted, but it came out as hoarse growl. The girls fell quiet and sat down at the table. The walking castle forgotten for the moment. Helen looked up at me. Though her gaze went unfocused for a moment. She belched loudly. When she spoke again, her voice was still hoarse. "So, you want to dress in my clothes again? Why?" I leaned back against the kitchen counter and tried to organise my thoughts into some semblance of order. "Okay. I'll admit it, I enjoyed dressing up yesterday, once I got into it. And I stayed dressed long after seeing the twins to bed. People took photo's yesterday and the general consensus of opinion is that I looked good and that I was brave to do it. Also, Stephanie Harris has phoned up. She saw me last night and she wants to see me as Molly again. She's coming round for coffee at four o'clock. Today. And I really fancy Stephanie." Helen had listened to me patiently and then nodded, her smile returned to her pale face. She then downed two aspirins with the water and then took a sip of her coffee. "So, you want to dress up to see if you still like it and then you want to see if Stella likes you dressed up?" "Stephanie," I corrected her, "Stephanie Harris." "Right then. I'll dress you up and make you ready for your appointment with Miss Richards." "Harris," I corrected her, again, "Stephanie Harris." "Yeah, Helen" Milly began. "Get with the programme." Melly finished. "Whatever, Fine," she looked at the clock, "So we have nearly three hours. That's enough time to... that's a good... ooh, hang on..." Helen's gase went unfocused again. Then she sank to her knees, leaned forward and threw up on the kitchen floor. It took Helen and I about twenty minutes to clean up the mess. The twins couldn't help as Melly was almost throwing up herself and Milly was laughing too hard to be of any use. After we had cleaned up, I called Stephanie. "Oh, hey Martin. Have you... decided?" "If you can be round here for our O'clock, then I can let you meet Molly." "Great. That's... that's good. I can't wait," she said, I paused. "Neither can I." The call ended. I followed Helen upstairs to her room. We left the twins downstairs, arguing over which film to watch for the umpteenth time. This time on Netflix kids. But before we entered, she pushed me towards the bathroom. "Shave you arms, legs and your chest. And don't forget your armpits either." "Why?" "Because girls are not normally hairy. Then, go into your bedroom, put on the bra and the panties." I headed into the bathroom and looked about. I had a razor and shaving foam, but did I want to shave my body hair? Helen barged in, almost knocking me into the tub. "Use this," she said. She dug into a cupboard and handed me a pink razor, fresh out of the pack, "Don't forget to pat yourself dry, don't rub, it will irritate your skin. And once you're done, use this." she handed me a tub of moisturiser. She swayed on her feet and for a moment, I thought that she was going to throw up again. But then she steadied herself. "And hurry up about it. Your appointment is in two and a half hours. I stripped off and stood in the shower. It took me a good twenty minutes or so to shave the hair off my body. I didn't have that much to start with so it was not a difficult task. Soon I was as smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. I patted myself dry and then used the moisturiser. It had a soothing effect on my skin. I was surprised at how silky it felt. I might just keep it that way, I thought. I wrapped the towel around my naked from and made my way into the bedroom. I slipped into the panties and remembered to tuck my junk away leaving a smooth front. I then placed the bra around my chest and though it was a little tricky, I managed to fasten it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I thought I looked okay. I picked up the wig and shook it out. Then I smoothed my own hair out and placed wig back on. It was tough pulling it into place on my own, but I managed it eventually. Then, not wanting to walk about the house in just my underwear, I donned my dressing gown. I knocked on Helen's door and waited. "Come on in," she answered, her voice still hoarse and bleary. I entered the room and stood in the doorway, feeling vaguely embarrassed. Helen's bed was covered in all sorts of clothes, in various combination. She looked up at me and smiled brightly. "Right Molly. Nice to see you again. Take you dressing gown off and put this on." She handed me a short pink robe I exchanged the garments and experienced the softness of the robe on my now smooth skin. I was amazed at how soft it felt, how nice it was. Helen was staring at me. "Okay. This has got to go." She pulled the wig from my head. "And these will be going in." She held up a bunch of hair extensions. Since Helen and I had similar coloured hair, the extension would match. "Also, I forgot I had these yesterday evening. But you can use them now." She had dug a box out of her dresser and handed it to me. I opened it up. I almost dropped it. It seemed to contain two severed breasts. I then realised that they were breast forms. The box said that they were size C. I glared at her, a grim smile on my face. "False advertising?" I asked. Helen shrugged and looked sheepish for a moment. "Yeah." She looked at her own bust. "I didn't get these until I was seventeen. Mum bought me these when I was fourteen and I used them when I was young. I should have used them last night, but I didn't remember them until about half a hour ago. Sorry." I looked down at the breast forms and nodded. They would certainly have been more useful than a couple of pairs of rolled up socks. "You're forgiven." "Why thank you. Now put them in the bra." I loosened the robe and popped the forms into the cups. They were cold and clammy at first, but I felt the added weight tugging on the bra in new and wondrous ways. I closed the robe. Helen smiled. "That's better, you're starting to look the part but we're not done yet." She pointed to the chair at her dressing table, on which sat a large mirror. "Sit down." She placed the hair extensions into my hair.. They clipped onto the natural hair that was already present. Helen then brushed my hair until it was soft and shiny and wafted around my face like a proper hair style. Then looking at me in the mirror, she placed her hands on my shoulders "No girl goes out without her face on. Are you ready?" Not knowing what I was letting myself in for, I nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be." What followed was forty five minutes of Helen teaching me how to apply make up. First she plucked my eyebrows, shaping them into a style that would feminine, but not out of place when I was masculine. And then, explaining what she was doing at each stage of the process, she applied a layer of make. Foundation first, followed by powder. Then eyeliner to make my eyes stand out. Mascara went on the eyelashes. I hadn't noticed until then, how long they were. A slight amount of blush to highlight my cheekbones, which Helen said she envied, and two shades of eye shadow on my eyelids. Finally, she drew a line around my lips and then painted my lips with a brush. She even set aside some cosmetics for my own use. "Right, you got all that?" Helen asked. Her voice a good deal clearer now. "Err..." "Good. If you need any pointers, you know where I am. Right then, let's get you dressed." We must have tried about four or five different outfits over the next half hour. I chose the outfits from a selection that Helen had placed on her bed and was giving to me, along with two more sets of underwear, one in plain white and the third in a soft salmon pink. I finally settled on a black denim mini skirt with a pink cold shoulder top and grey tights. I looked at myself in the mirror and was astonished by the change in my appearance. Gone was the young seventeen year old boy. In his place was a very attractive young girl. She had long light brown hair that hung in a soft feminine style. Her face was coated in a delicate layer of make up. Subtle, yet beautiful. A soft layer of bronze on her eyelids that blended into a darker shade of gold just below my eyebrows that were shaped in a trim delicate arch. My eyes were ringed with dark eyeliner, making that pop from my face and look larger. I had a light touch of blush on my cheeks to give a glow that defined my cheekbones. My lips were a delicate pink and they looked plump and full. "Whoa! I look good." Helen was smiling brightly. "I only had about fifteen minutes last night, so it was pretty basic. I had more time this morning. And under tuition, you can do it yourself. And together, we can help Milly and Melly too. When they're older of course. One step at a time after all." I looked again at the young woman in front of me. Surprised that it was me. I stepped sideways on and admired the image I presented. A sizeable bust and a rather pert behind which... That stopped me in my tracks. Did I just think of my arse as cute? "Come on. There's two young sisters who can't wait to see you." In retrospect, I think it was the noise that woke my mother up. The twins started shrieking when they saw me. Pummelling me with questions. Was I gay? Did I want to be a girl? Was I getting a girlfriend, was I getting a boyfriend? I tried to answer the questions as honestly as I could. No I wasn't gay, And I didn't want to be a girl, I just liked dressing up and pretending to be a girl. And as for girlfriends, I had a meeting with a girl that afternoon, at this I glanced up at the clock, seeing that it was just turned two thirty. Stephanie would be here in an hour and a half. And I would be meeting her, dressed as a girl. We were sat in the kitchen talking about the situation when the twins yelled with delight. "Mummy!" Mum was stood in the doorway, She was dressed and looked refreshed, if a little tired. The twins crowded around her. Look Mummy, Molly's a girl now! You've got a new daughter, doesn't she look pretty, she even has boobies, etcetera, etcetera. Mum did not speak for a while, her eyes wide but whether it was shock or anger or whatever, it was difficult to tell. Eventually, she closed her eyes for a moment, and then she straightened up, her face an unreadable mask "Okay. Helen, go upstairs and get dressed. Milly, Melly, I want you two to go up to your room and get dressed too. Then you can come back down and watch telly in the living room. I want to discuss this with Martin alone." "But Mummy, he's called Molly," Milly remonstrated. Melly rounded on her with a frown. "She's called Molly." "Come on girls," Helen said. "Let's give Molly and Mum some space." The girls looked sad. Milly sighed and Melly looked crestfallen. But they knew better than to argue with Mum and especially with Helen. I sat there as they trailed out and Mum made herself a cup of coffee. Then she sat down at the table and looked at me curiously. For a moment she just sat there and I began to feel anxious, fearing that I was in trouble. Then to my relief, Mum smiled. "Hello Molly. It's a pleasure to meet you." "Err... thank you?" "It's okay. I know all about your little sojourn last night. How you went out dressed as a schoolgirl so you could accompany the twins on their trick and treating." "You know?" "Facebook. I checked it on my phone this morning. I must say, you're incredibly brave to do it. You must love your sisters very much. And you looked very passable, I must say. Did your sister help you?" "She suggested it. I didn't want to do it initially, but, I did it for the girls. And, it was Halloween so I did it. And I liked it," I admitted. "And that's why you're dressed up today?" "Oh... Well..." How did I explain this? "I met a girl I know yesterday evening. And she... she likes me as Molly. I think she likes me as Martin as well, but..." "Oh I see. So, you're dressing up because you like it and you're dressing up because you think this girl will like it too?" I nodded. "That's right. In fact, she's coming round this afternoon." I glanced up at the clock see it now showing three. "In about an hour." "Oh?" Mum smiled and then her face fell into a frown, "And when were you planning on telling me?" "Well, you were asleep and after a night cleaning up after that accident..." "Ah." Well I'm up, and you're telling me now. So, do you know what you are?" "I'm a boy, dressed up... as a... girl?" Mum smiled, a bright wide smile that I found encouraging. "You're a Transvestite. And it's more common than you think. I would say about half the male population have dressed up for some reason or other and about twenty percent go on to do it on a regular basis. In short, I would say that one in five men dress up." I was baffled. "How do you know all this? I asked. "Hello? I'm a trauma nurse? I've spent nearly twenty years in a casualty ward. I've seen it all. And that includes transvestites." She smiled as a memory played in her head. "In fact, I remember about ten years ago, there was this one man, a prominent business man. He was brought into the emergency room dressed in black lingerie. A bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. And he was wearing this gorgeous pair of high heels, and he had a courgette stuffed..." She stopped short and then glanced at me, suddenly aware of what she was saying. "Well, we'll leave that there for the moment. I have to say though, that I'm surprised to find you dressing up. I wouldn't have thought you'd be happy in a skirt." "Oh?"It was coming, I thought, the anger, the rant about me being a freak, a pervert, a weirdo. That I was to go upstairs and get changed. Now. I was never to dress up again. "But now that you are, I guess I'll be okay with it," Mum said, a slight smile on her lips. "Really, you're okay with this?" "As I told you, it's called transvestism. And it's more common than you think." She frowned for a moment. "And actually, I prefer the term crossdresser. Transvestism makes it sound like a clinical condition, an illness that requires treatment, whereas crossdressing describes it perfectly. It's a hobby, nothing more." "So you're not angry?" Mum laughed out loud. "Angry, No, of course not. Surprised? Certainly. But not angry. Not in the slightest. However, we do have a problem." My relief turned to anxiety. "Oh?" "Yes. How do I give you and this girl some privacy without an anxious Mother and three nosy sisters in attendance?" In the end, the answer to that question was ridiculously simple. When Mum suggested that they all go swimming, the only question was where to go. After rushing upstairs and grabbing their swimsuits and a towel apiece, the twins were divided on there they wanted to go. Milly wanted to go to the leisure centre and Melly wanted to go to the old public pool. The argument was heated. The public pool was boring and they had a wave machine at the leisure centre, The Leisure centre was too expensive and the Public pool had a diving board. Melly was quite good at diving. Mum enlisted Helen's help. Mum would take Melly to the Public pool while Helen would take Milly to the leisure centre. I thought for a moment, that Helen would refuse. Oh no, she wasn't taking Milly to the leisure centre, she was going back to bed, she had a hangover to sleep off, she was tired and she had work tomorrow. There was no way she was going swimming. To my surprise and relief she smiled brightly. That was cool, she said, she wanted to visit the gym anyway. Milly rushed to get her sports wear as well. Ten minutes later. at half past three they were setting off and heading in opposite directions. And I was feeling anxious. I must have checked my image at least five times in as many minutes. I was meeting a young girl soon, a young girl who I fancied and I was dressed as a girl as well. It sounded like an episode of Sex Education written by Monty Python and directed by Tim Burton. I sat in the living room and fretted. I didn't know what to expect. Of course, I'd met girls before, but I'd never been dressed a girl before. I went from feeling anxious to feeling scared. Then at just turned four o'clock, the front door bell rang. I was expecting it, but I was still startled by it. It made me jump. I may have even squealed a little. But I composed myself. Then I rose and headed to the front door. As I reached for the handle I noticed that my hand was shaking. I paused for a moment and forced myself to relax. I turned the handle. To see Stephanie stood before me, wearing her old school uniform. She smiled brightly for a moment, before her smile faltered a little. Then the brightness returned. "Hey Molly," she said, "nice to see you again." "It's good to see you too. I guess we have a lot to talk about." Within a few minutes, we were sat in the living room, with two large glasses of cola and a selection of biscuits and chocolates, courtesy of my trick or treating hoard of the previous evening. "You look great. Just like a real girl," Stephanie said. "Yeah, I have Helen to thank for that." "She's done a good job," Stephanie said. "You look smashing." "Thank you," I said. "Oh, you look smashing too." Stephanie beamed with eager thanks. But then it fell into an awkward silence that lasted for almost a minute. Then Stephanie sighed. She set her glass down and came and sat next to me. Right up next to me. "Listen, I'm going to be honest with you Molly. I really like Martin. I've fancied him for a year now. I just never had the courage to say anything about it. Then, I saw you, I mean, Martin, as Molly." She sighed for a moment, as if considering her next words with a great deal of care. "For a few years now, I thought I was a lesbian. Because I saw Men dressed as girls and got turned on. I thought it was the girl thing that was turning me on. So, I... experimented." "Oh, really?" I asked. "So, you've been with..." "Stacy Robinson," she admitted. I nodded, Stacy was a pretty girl. And now I thought about it, I did not remember her ever having a boyfriend. "Right. Well Stacy is a pretty girl... and is she...?" "Yes," Stephanie admitted. "She's a Lesbian. But I'm not." She leaned towards me, her arm moving across my shoulders, her hand resting on my knee. I did not stop her. Then I had a light bulb moment. I could almost hear the bulb switching on over my head. "That's what you meant last night, isn't it? If you were a lesbian..." "I'd really fancy you. But what really turns me on are men, dressed as girls." She leaned in kissed me. I was surprised, but not so surprised that I couldn't return the kiss. Her lips parted and I felt her tongue pressing against my lips. I had never French kissed a girl before, but I was a quick learner. After a few minutes we broke the kiss and looked into each others eyes. "Are you going to stick around?" she asked. "As Molly?" I asked. Did I went to dress as a girl all the time? For Stephanie... She came to my rescue. "Cause I fancy Martin as well. And as much as I fancy Martin, I really love Molly." This time we were kissing with more passion. I shivered as her hand slid up my leg, caressing my nylon clad thigh. It was long, electric. I broke the kiss and leaned back as another light bulb moment occurred to me. "You were expecting to see me in my school uniform weren't you?" "Well, yes. I'm sorry." She smiled. "Don't be sorry, give me a couple of minutes." I was lucky again that afternoon. Mum called me to tell me that she and Melly were on their way home. That gave Stephanie and I a good twenty minutes to smooth out our clothes and refresh our make up. I changed back into the black denim skirt and the pink top, we had made out in our school uniforms. It had gone no further than kissing and caressing, but it had left us breathless. We were back in the living room, watching a movie and chatting when Melly and Mum arrived home. "Stephanie!" Melly yelled, rushing into the room and almost leaping on the young woman. "How are you? Are you Molly's girlfriend now? Why are you dressed as a schoolgirl?" "Melly stop firing questions at her, let her answer them," Mum said, as she hung up Melly's dropped coat. "And put your swimsuit and towel in the washing machine please." "Oh, yeah. All right," Melly said, perching herself on the chair opposite us. "So?" "Well," Stephanie began, "I'm fine Melly. And yes, I am Molly's girlfriend now. And I dressed as a schoolgirl because that's how I met Molly." "And though I'm Molly at the moment, I won't be Molly all the time," I told her. "I still want to be Martin from time to time." Melly frowned at us for a moment. And then shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever." She looked as if she was about to fire more questions at us but Mum's voice echoed from the kitchen. "Melly? Your swimsuit and towel, in the washing machine. Now!" Melly sprang from the sofa and stood up defiantly. For a moment. I thought she was going to stomp her foot. "All right Mum! Jeez!" She stomped past Mum who was coming into the living room with a cup of coffee. She sat in the recently vacated seat and smile warmly at us. "So, Stephanie how do you know Martin and Molly?" "Oh, we used to go to school together and we were in the same chemistry class so we got to know each other quite well. I met Molly last night and... I'm going to honest with you Mrs Fletcher..." "Oh please, call me Gillian." "Okay, Gillian, I like Martin a lot. But... I really like Martin as Molly. I guess that doesn't make sense." "I guess it doesn't make sense to you either," my Mum said. "But I guess you'll have the rest of your life to sort it out." she paused, looked awkward for a moment. "Do your parents know that Molly, is really Martin?" She nodded. "Oh yeah. I told them about him. And for what it's worth." She turned to me. "They're really cool about it. They can't wait to meet you." "As Martin or as Molly?" I was compelled to ask. "As both." I fought urge to kiss her. Mum was still there after. all The front door opened and Milly came in. She burst into wide smile and ran up to us. Helen followed She regarded me with a curious expression on her face, but she stayed silent. "Hey Stephanie," Milly asked, "are you Molly's girlfriend now?" "Yes, but don't worry. I'll take good care of her." Stephanie said. "And I won't be Molly all the time," I said. "Oh that's okay. I like Molly as much as Martin. And I like you Stephanie." She walked up Stephanie and embraced her in a warm hug. Stephanie looked surprised for moment and then returned the embrace warmly. Melly returned and after a moment, embraced them both. "Okay," Mum said, "Stephanie, would you like to stay for tea? "Err, I'd like that. I'll need to check with my Mum." She held up her phone. "Okay." "Call her from the kitchen," Helen, "it's quieter in there." Stephanie rose and I followed her. Helen followed me, gesturing me towards the hallway before we got into the kitchen. "Did you and Stephanie..." She wiggled here eyebrows and I wondered at her meaning for a moment. Then it struck me. "God no. I mean, I'd like to but..." Helen nodded, a mischievous smile on her face. "Well, the next time you and her get the chance, don't balls it up. And this time around, you were lucky." "Oh really? How do you work that out?" "The twins never noticed in the first place and Mum hasn't noticed yet, but I noticed." She looked down at my legs. "And I'm sure you were wearing grey tights when I left." I looked at the tights that covered my now hairless legs. They were black. "Oh," I said, not knowing what else to say and realising what a dumb it was to say in the first place. Helen giggled a little. "Hey, your secret is safe with me. I was seventeen once you know." I felt a sudden urge to go upstairs, swap the tights and come back down. I managed to suppress this urge. It would simply raise more questions. Though, technically I hadn't done anything wrong, I still felt a little guilty. Stephanie came back from the kitchen. "Mum said it's fine. Dad will pick me up when I'm ready to go home." Mum beamed with pleasure. "Excellent. Well, it's late and I don't feel like cooking, so let's get a takeaway..." "Pizza!" the twins yelled. It led to an argument. Pizza twice and on consecutive days was not a good idea Mum said, but eventually, especially when Milly pointed out that they would do it in Italy, she gave in. I don't think she really wanted an argument. We ordered three large pizza's with garlic bread, fries and two large bottles of coke. One free with orders over twenty pounds and one that took it over the initial twenty pounds. Only by about fifty pence or so admittedly, but it counted. We ate the meal on our laps while watching television. It was the Disney channel again, but it was one of the Marvel Cinematic Universe movies, I forget which one. We talked about various topics. Our lives and our goals and our dreams. Milly stated a wish to follow Mum into nursing. Melly stated a wish to marry a European Prince and become a princess. Complete with a horse drawn carriage. And a tiara. At about eight Mum produced a couple of bottles of wine and poured us adult kids a glass each. Milly and Melly didn't get one and they didn't really want one. Not only were they technically too young, but wine gave Melly a stomach ache. Eventually, about half past nine, Stephanie phoned her Dad to pick her up. He arrived at a quarter to ten. I saw her to the door. Her father waited diplomatically in the car. "So, when will I see you again?" she asked. "Well, I'm at work tomorrow and off again on Thursday, so, how does Thursday sound?" "Sounds like too long," Stephanie said and giggled. "But that's okay. I'll survive. So what's the plan?" I thought about it. Helen had given me some of her old clothes and Stephanie had already agreed to prune her wardrobe to give me things. Even so... "I'm going to need some extra clothes, so how does a shopping trip sound?" "Oh, that sounds good. I'll call you yeah?" "Count on it." I wanted to kiss her, but with her Dad waiting in a car on the drive, I was a little reluctant. I then saw him climbing from the car. I got scared quickly and even Stephanie looked anxious as we walked over. "Instead of waiting for Thursday." He had obviously been listening. "Why don't you invite Molly here for tea on Wednesday?" he said. Stopping before me, he examined my appearance for a moment, and then smiled and extended his hand. "I'm Bob by the way. It's nice to meet you." I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you sir." The grip tightened, briefly. "It's not sir, it's Bob. Or if your uncomfortable with Bob, Mr Harris will do fine. And Wednesday, dinner? Our house, at seven o'clock?" "Yeah, that's fine sir... I mean... Mr Harris. Do you want me to come as Martin or Molly?" Mr Harris shrugged and looked up with a smile on his face. "Surprise us," He turned and walked back to his car, "And kiss her goodnight already. I'm missing the snooker here." Stephanie giggled. "He's an acquired taste, but he's a great Dad," she said. "I can tell. Anyway, I'll see you on Wednesday." I placed my arms around her neck, she placed hands on my hips. The kiss was electric. And I didn't want it to end. But eventually, we pulled apart. "I'll see you on Wednesday," she said. "And I'll call you tomorrow." "I'll call you tonight," I said. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, don't get clingy on me." A revving engine and a cloud of exhaust broke the evening air. To say nothing of the mood. Stephanie pulled back. "I'd best go." I watched her as she walked to the car and climbed to the passenger side. The car pulled away and the last I saw of Stephanie, she was leaning out of the window waving enthusiastically. I stood there for a few moments, Then I headed into the house. "So, be honest." Helen asked, "do you like dressing as a girl or do you think your evil older sister has tricked you into dressing up and is conniving with her friends and family to keep you in skirts?" I glanced at my clothes, I had changed about an hour earlier and was back in jeans and a t-shirt. "Well, you're doing a lousy job," I said, and she fell back against the sofa, giggling. It was almost midnight and the party, such as it had been was winding down. Milly was curled up asleep at one end of the couch and Melly was stretched out on the floor. Mum was in the kitchen washing the plates and cutlery and putting them away. The telly was still on but it was muted and silent. We had spent that last hour of the evening talking and exchanging barbed insults, but as it was mostly banter, it was accompanied by a lot of laughter. We had also drank. Mum, Helen and I polishing off both bottles of wine and the third that had appeared after Stephanie's departure. Then we had returned to the cola, but thanks to Helen, we had had a couple of generous shots of vodka in ours. I had eventually changed and was glad to be Martin... but even so, I was missing being Molly. That felt weird. I sighed. "I've got to be honest. I like being Molly. When I'm her, I'm calmer to a certain extent, I'm more confident, sort of... certainly less stressed once I got into it." I frowned as my vodka muddled thoughts went astray in my head. "I can't explain it properly..." "Then don't bother," Helen said, leaning against me in a sisterly fashion. "Be who you want to be and people will love you for the person you are." She grabbed a handful of my t-shirt and waved it. "These clothes don't mean anything, that just the outside." She stubbed her finger against my chest. "It's what inside that counts." She looked up at me and smiled. Then her gaze went unfocused again. She looked like she was going to belch but managed to contain. Then she rose to her feet. "Help me with the twins and then I'm going to bed." Helen managed to wake Milly up and led her up the stairs, but Melly was out for the count. I had to carry her. We eventually got them settled and Helen retired to her room. I soon heard her snoring. I made my way to my room. It was as I was drifting off to sleep that I had a strange thought. I had a problem. I was now essentially living a double life, one as seventeen year old Martin who liked to work on car engines and use tools, and one as seventeen year old Molly who liked to discuss make up and go shopping. I didn't know how I was going to keep the two separate, but I knew that I had the rest of my life to sort it out. Another thought occurred as sleep overcame me. As problems go, it was a nice one to have.