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Note: This story begins in the UK, so "football" as referred to by the main character refers to soccer, not American football.

 

Soccer Queen    by: Andrew

Part 1

 

Chapter 1

David McCall sighed as he looked round the airport terminal. He had never been on a plane before, and his first flight was taking him away from everything he knew.

His father was an engineer with Hewlett Packard, and had just received a promotion and was being transferred to a new plant in California. That meant that the whole family was moving to America, so he had to leave his school and lose all the friends he had made.

He wondered if he would be able to play football in America - he had heard that no-one played football there. The game they called football seemed to be a variation of rugby. He had discovered this when he attended a game at Murrayfield (the stadium used by the Scottish Rugby Union for international matches) involving the Scottish Claymores after his father told him about the move.

He hadn't understood a thing about the game, which seemed to involve two teams running about for short periods and throwing a rugby-type ball at each other, and then lining up in strange formations before starting the whole process over. The scoring also seemed strange, with a "Touchdown" being called without anyone actually placing the ball on the ground, as with a try in rugby.

The first time he had played rugby was his last. When he had begun High School at 11, he had discovered that the PE year was divided into two halves, rugby or football during the autumn and winter and swimming during the spring terms.

The PE coach, a massive man who intimidated the hell out of David, had instructed that all the boys should try both sports at the start of the year to see which they preferred.

The first week, David had been placed on the rugby practice. Being the smallest, he had been the last to be chosen when the teams were being selected. He was a fast runner, though, so he thought that he might be able to run fast enough to avoid the tackles from the larger boys. This had proved to be a vain hope; a crunching tackle from Hugh Simpson, who at 12 was already 6'0", had sent him crashing to the ground so hard that he had a concussion, and a cracked rib. He had needed treatment from the nurse before he could return to school.

His mother had had a fit when she found out that he had been injured playing rugby. She had had a long and angry conversation with the coach, after which it had been decided that he should never play rugby again.

When he had tried football after his ribs had healed, his speed had allowed him to become one of the better players. He was eagerly sought after to play in his preferred position on the right wing.

This set the pattern for all future winter PE classes. His skill had also enabled him to get on the school football team. He had helped the team win several trophies over the past few years, including both the Edinburgh School Cup and the Scottish Schools League last year.

David was shy about showing his body in the showers, because he had not started puberty yet, and he still looked like a little boy. All the other boys were shaving regularly, and their bodies showed the effects of testosterone with well- developed muscles and deepening voices. His voice was still high and unbroken.

Over the last year, it had become fashionable for boys to have long hair. David's therefore reached his shoulders, which caused him to have quite a few arguments with his father.

His small stature - he was still only 5'2" at 15 - had caused him to be teased endlessly by his schoolmates and the rest of the team. He had been given the nickname "Davina", because everyone thought he looked like a girl.

Academically, he felt that he was doing rather well, having come close to the top of the class in the prelim exams he had completed in January. He had just completed his Standard Grade exams, and was waiting for the results to arrive.

Now it seemed that all that was over, with his parents arranging for the results to be sent to their new address in California.

With the help of executives at HP, his father had found a place for him at an American High School as a freshman. His father had been advised that to ensure he could adjust to the new system, he should start at the beginning of High School, although he would be a year older than the other students.

He did not know what his new school would be like, but at least he had the summer to prepare.

****

David sighed and looked around the airport again, trying not to look too bored as he waited for their flight to be called. His parents were sitting beside him, chatting quietly about their hopes for the future, with a new start in America. He wondered if he would ever be able to find out how his favourite football team, Hibs, did next season now that they had returned to the Premier League.

****

The party thrown by the rest of the team had been a blast - they had virtually taken over the local MacDonalds, with the coach providing a Big Mac meal and abundant coke for all the team and their guests. The rest of the team had been there with their girlfriends, which made David feel awkward, since he did not have a girlfriend -he was smaller than most of the girls at school and felt that they ignored him for the larger boys. He had had to ask his sister, who was one year younger than him.

His best memory of the party had also been his most embarrassing, when the team had presented him with a golden football on a chain. They had made a large production at the end of the party of awarding him the golden football.

Engraved on the ball were the words "1998/9 Edinburgh Cup Winner" and "1998/9 Scottish Schools League Champion". To his embarrassment, they had also engraved his nickname on the bottom of the ball as a joke.

This meant that he now possessed a necklace which said "Davina McCall" that he could never wear. Although he was proud of his accomplishments, he was embarrassed about his nickname. He therefore kept it in its presentation box, which was now securely stored in his luggage.

****

"Flight BA107 for Amsterdam now boarding at gate 5" announced a female voice over the tannoy.

This was the first leg of their journey; his parents roused themselves and told David that they could now board the plane. There was to be a 2-hour layover in Amsterdam, which his father told him was not long enough to site-see round the famous Dutch city. That meant another boring wait in a similar environment to this one. He would have to check the book shops to see if he could find anything to alleviate the boredom.

When all the passengers were aboard the plane, the stewardesses began a safety lecture. David watched fascinated because he had never seen anything like this before. His parents ignored the stewardesses and continued to talk quietly.

At the appropriate time, the pilot welcomed them aboard and informed them that they had been cleared to taxi into position for takeoff. The plane then began slowly taxiing round the landing field to the ready position.

Suddenly, the engines began to scream, and the plane raced down the runway. As David watched the ground speed past, he knew his old life was over, and wondered what was going to happen in the future.

 

 

Chapter 2

David looked out the window as the plane approached Los Angeles. The city sprawled for miles and seemed to cover the ground in a sea of grey, though the obscuring haze of smog prevented him from seeing much of anything.

He hoped his sister was enjoying herself at Guide camp. *Somewhere down in the Borders*, he thought. *Yea, that village that's blink-and-you'll-miss-it. What's it called again ? Abbey something ... Abbey St Bathans - that's it!* She was due to join them in two weeks when camp finished. *How come she gets to fly by herself ?* he complained to himself. *I'd probably have been pulled out of camp, or not allowed to go in the first place*

He certainly wasn't enjoying himself. The flight had been mostly boring after the initial terror of takeoff. He had found the meal to be of very poor quality, and the in-flight movie had *sucked*.

As the plane descended towards the terminal, David felt his ears hurting, so he held his nose and blew, as the flight crew had advised. This seemed to relieve the pressure he was feeling, but he was sure that he would be unable to hear anything for days. *Just like a rock concert* he thought.

Once they had cleared customs and collected their luggage, they were met by an executive from HP, who offered to drive them to their new house. Since they were all tired from the flight, this offer was greeted with relief by everyone.

"Your car has been delivered to your new house," the executive remarked to his father.

"Thank you. I am looking forward to starting work next week" his father replied.

That was the last that David heard, as he fell asleep in the back of the car.

****

14-year old Samantha Davis was practising with her soccer ball when the limo pulled into the drive next to her house. She watched as two men and a woman got out the car. The woman then leaned back into the car and seemed to shake something. Then a boy (?)/girl (?) tumbled out of the car.

They all moved towards the house when the boy noticed Samantha.

"Hi. My name's David. What's yours ?" he asked.

*Well, he's a boy* thought Samantha disappointedly. *And he looks to be about 13. Rats, just what I need, a grade school kid next door.*

"Samantha. Where are you from ? I've never heard an accent like yours" she replied.

"Scotland. Fancy a kick-about with that ball of yours ?" he offered.

"OK, the garage is the goal. Here, you start" she said graciously as she threw the ball to him.

He caught the ball on his chest and immediately started dribbling towards the garage door, showing unexpected skill as he passed her seemingly without noticing her. He shot and the ball rebounded from the garage door as he announced "one-nil" and assumed a waiting posture as Samantha retrieved the ball and started dribbling towards the goal. She was easily intercepted and lost the ball to this *young* boy. It made her mad.

"How old are you, and where did you learn to play soccer like that ?" she demanded.

"15, and I learned playing for my school team back in Edinburgh" he replied. "We won the Edinburgh Cup and the Scottish School League last year. How old are you ?"

*God, I wish he were a girl* thought Samantha. *We could use someone with that amount of skill on our team.*

"I'm 14" she replied. "I'm starting High School next year. What year are you in ?"

"Well, I was the youngest in my class back in Edinburgh - I'm 15, but my birthday is in two weeks - and have just finished my Standard Grade exams. My dad's bosses recommended that I start as a Freshman in High School."

"Cool! We'll probably be in the same homeroom then. Maybe even share some classes."

"Come on. Let's play!"

They played for an hour before Samantha's mother called her in for dinner. The score stood at 14-10 for David.

"See you later, David" Samantha called as she retrieved her ball and ran into her house.

****

David turned towards his new house and walked through the door, and his mother said

"Well, I'm glad that you are making friends, David, but I've left your cases unpacked in your room. You can unpack them before tea."

"OK" David replied grudgingly as he was pointed towards a small room at the end of the hall. He entered the room, and looked at the furniture that was there. It appeared a little feminine, but he wasn't worried about that. They had only just arrived, and redecoration could wait for another time.

There was a large wardrobe which looked as if it would hold all his clothes. Beside the wardrobe was a chest-of-drawers where he could put all his tee shirts and underwear. There was even a vanity table under the window. *That's gotta go* thought David.

His luggage was piled on top of his bed. It was resting on a lemon-coloured cover. David looked at the colour of the cover then at the walls, which were painted with a matt-cream finish and sighed.

He unpacked his clothes and hung his shirts and trousers on the hangers he found in the wardrobe. Retrieving his tee shirts and underwear from his case, he stuffed the pants and socks in the top drawer of the chest-of drawers and folded his tee shirts in the next drawer down. Below that, he folded his jumpers into the drawer.

As he was finishing putting away his clothes, he heard the doorbell ring.

His mother called out "David, tea time."

He walked back towards the front of the house where he found his parents with an open pizza box in front of them. There were also a selection of soft drinks, including Coke, lemonade and 7-Up.

"We're all tired, and there was no food in the kitchen, so I called out for pizza tonight" his mother told him. "Don't expect this kind of luxury every night" she joked.

When they were eating, David asked his father if they could change some of the furniture around.

"Maybe tomorrow, but we don't have any furniture of our own yet" his father replied. "We sold all the furniture from our old house back in Edinburgh, so we'll have to visit a furniture store here for you. I don't even know where all the stores are around here."

After they had finished, the doorbell rang again. David looked at his parents with a surprised question in his eyes. His mother indicated with a toss of her head that he should answer the door.

When he opened the door, he found Samantha waiting outside. He invited her in and they went to his room. As they were walking past his bed, he saw the presentation box in his case and placed it on the vanity as he removed the cases from the bed.

Samantha noticed the presentation case and grabbed it before a blushing David could stop her.

"What's this ?" Samantha asked as she opened the case. She gasped when she saw the golden football. She lifted it out and read the inscription.

"You weren't joking, were you ? Your team really *did* win those championships ... hold on! Who's Davina ?"

David muttered "Me"

"What ?" Samantha asked.

"Me" said David in a firmer voice as his face turned puce. "The lads in the team all thought I looked like a girl, so they named me 'Davina' after that TV presenter. We even have the same surname."

Samantha collapsed in laughter, and David started stuttering "It's not funny!" as Samantha continued to howl with laughter.

Suddenly Samantha stopped laughing and really looked at David. He got *really* nervous when he saw her eyes flash as she had an idea.

"It would work, you know" she stated.

"What would ?" he asked.

"You" she replied, "We really *need* someone as good as you in our team."

David didn't need to think about that. He had been wondering if he could find a game of football over here. Now he was really happy. "Great!" he shouted. "I usually play on the right wing."

"Come on" Samantha commanded as she grabbed his hand and led him out of the room. "We're going next door" she called to his parents as they passed the living room.

Hearing the expected response of "Don't be too late", David followed Samantha into her house.

Her room was even frillier than his. There were lace curtains in the window, and the walls were painted *pink*. He hoped he wouldn't be sick as the cloying sweetness of the room enveloped him.

Samantha turned to David and said "Strip!"

"What!!" David shouted.

"If you want to play in our team, you'll have to do as you're told. Now strip!"

David felt really embarrassed to be stripping in front of a girl. He stripped down to his underpants, slowly turning red all over.

Samantha looked at him and said "Those too!" before she turned to her dresser and started rummaging through the drawers. She pulled out a bra and panties and threw them behind her. She looked in the back of the drawer and said "Good. I thought I still had these" as she threw two pink shapes at David. While they were still in the air, she opened her sock drawer and pulled out a pair of girls' ankle socks.

Next, she went to her closet and removed a soccer strip, which consisted of a green cotton top and a white pleated mini- skirt. These she placed on her bed and at last turned back toward David and threw the socks at him.

While all this had been happening, David had been standing in confusion, blushing all over. When Samantha turned toward him, she noticed the fine hair on his legs and muttered "Need to shave those legs soon", too low for David to hear.

She picked up the panties and held them out to David, clearly expecting him to put them on. The confusion cleared from David's mind and he started shaking his head in refusal.

"You can't expect me to wear those, do you ?" he questioned his female companion.

"Sure," she replied, "if you're going to play on our team, you'll have to wear the strip. That involves the underwear too. Come on, get dressed."

David looked at the skirt, and began to realise what he had committed himself to when he agreed to try out for Samantha's team. He turned to Samantha and asked

"You play for a girl's team, don't you ?"

"Well, duh!" she replied. "You don't think that there would be any boy's soccer teams in a small town like Gilroy, do you ? The boys round here are only interested in playing football and baseball. Now come on, put these panties on, and I'll help you with the bra."

David sighed deeply, feeling vastly put-upon, and put the requested item on. He noticed how much softer they were than his own Y-fronts, and the friction caused by the tight material caused his penis to grow erect. This further embarrassment made David wish that the ground would open up and swallow him.

Samantha stepped behind David and looped the bra round his chest. "Put your arms through the straps" she commanded as she caught the trailing edge of the bra.

David complied with a deep sigh, and Samantha pulled the ends together and hooked it up at the back. When David turned round, Samantha took one look at the tent on the front of the panties and dissolved in giggles.

"We'll have to do something about that!" she laughed as she pointed at the area in question. She grabbed some Kleenex from the top of her dresser and grabbed David's penis. When she started rubbing it, David nearly died of embarrassment - he had just started masturbating himself and it felt funny to be handled by a girl in this manner. However, he couldn't deny the pleasure she caused him and soon spurted loads of white stuff into the Kleenex she held in front of his penis.

When he was soft again, she tucked his penis between his legs, and turned to the bed. She picked up the two rubber shapes and placed them in the cups of the bra.

Next, she gave him the shirt and told him to put it on. As he did so, picked up the skirt and held it in front of him to step into. When he did, she quickly pulled the skirt up over his hips and closed the button and zip at the back.

*At least the colours are right* David thought, finding some comfort in the thought. *Same as Hibs.*

After she had him dressed, she pointed at the socks and told him to put them on. When he had pulled them on, she dropped to her knees in front of him and folded the tops of the socks down, revealing the lacy pattern at the end.

As he put his training shoes on, she looked at his hair and wondered what to do with it. *Just tie it in a ponytail for now* she thought. Suiting actions to words, she grabbed her hairbrush and began to brush his hair out.

David looked up with a wounded expression when she pulled a knot out of his hair and asked her what she was doing. She explained that his hair was a mess, and she was just tidying it up. David resumed tying his shoes as Samantha continued brushing his hair. When she had it all neat, she grabbed a pink scrunchy from her vanity and tied his hair into a pony- tail.

She told him to stand up and opened the door on her closet to reveal a full-length mirror. When David saw himself for the first time, he nearly had a heart attack. Reflected in the mirror was his sister!

Samantha giggled, and grabbed his hand. She pulled him towards the door and said "Come on, let's show your parents!"

At that moment, David felt that the whole world was against him. He stood rigidly as he realised what Samantha was doing, but did not have the strength to stop himself being pulled out of her room.

As they walked down the stairs, Samantha had another idea. She pulled David into the front room and introduced him to her mother.

"Mom, this is Davina ... I don't know your surname, Davina. What is it ?"

David was terrified Samantha's mother would know he was a boy and expose him. He thought he had better pretend to be a girl, at least that way the embarassment would be less.

"McCall" he replied in as light a voice as he could.

Samantha continued "McCall. She's just moved in next door, and she's starting High School as well next year."

"That's nice, dear" remarked Mrs Davis, as she thought to herself *I'm sure that Sam was playing with a boy before dinner. Ah, well, my eyes must be getting old.*

Samantha continued pulling David out the house. He was sure now that he was going to die.

 

 

Chapter 3

David felt he was dying when Samantha pushed him through the door into his house. While he was still standing there, his mother called out

"Honey, your father has been called in early. There was some type of emerg ..."

She trailed off when she noticed David standing in the door- way.

"Gail!! What are you doing here, and how did you get here ?" she asked. Then she took a good look at the figure standing hunched in the door, and burst into laughter. Looking behind David, she saw Samantha, and pointed her finger at David as she continued to laugh.

David felt really terrible, as his mother continued to laugh. First she had mistaken him for his sister, who was not due to arrive for a couple of weeks yet. Then she had started laughing, and his self-esteem was at an all-time low.

When his mother stopped laughing, she told them both to come over.

"What are you dressed like that for, David ?" she demanded.

*Who's Gail ?* Samantha wondered. She piped up "I saw the necklace in Davina's room, and asked if she would like to try out for our team. I thought I'd show her the strip. I think it suits her, and she likes the colours, anyway."

"The same as Hibs," David muttered.

David's mother listened to what Samantha told her, and remembered all the boys at home teasing David by calling him Davina. She also noted that the girl continued to call him Davina and refer to him in the feminine. Then she asked "What necklace ? And when are the try-outs ?"

Samantha pulled David into his room, calling out "On Saturday," as thay left the front room.

*Saturday ?* wondered David. *Why do I have to wear this skirt now ? It's only Monday.*

Samantha took the necklace out of its presentation case and fastened the chain round David's neck. She then dragged him back to the front room to show his mother.

His mother looked at the inscription on the necklace and saw where the neighbour girl had taken the idea from. Apparently the team must have presented this to him at the party last night, and he must have been too ashamed to show it to her.

She looked up at the girl and remembered her manners. "Hello, my name is Andrea McCall. What's your name ?"

Samantha returned her look and said "Hi, Mrs. McCall. I'm Samantha Davis, I'm 14, and I'll be starting High School at the same time as Davina. Maybe we'll be in the same homeroom. Who's Gail?"

"She's my other daughter" Andrea replied, deciding that David could do with a little humiliation. He seemed to be getting too big for his boots lately.

*Other daughter ?* wondered David. *What's got into her head this time ?*

His mother continued "She's the same age as you, so perhaps you three girls can help each other with your homework."

*Oh no!* David realised with dismay that his sister would now be in the same year as him. With the way things were going, he wouldn't put it past her to really humiliate him when school started in August.

His mother was still talking. "She's at Guide camp just now, but she'll be joining us in a fortnight when the camp ends. Mr. McCall will be making flight arrangements, probably to San Francisco. I wouldn't wish that 5 hour drive on anyone. Of course, Davina here slept through the whole thing, so she doesn't know.

"Maybe you three can play football together. She liked playing with her brother - when he let her. Perhaps her sister will be nicer to her."

David realised that he was trapped. He knew that he had not been as nice to his sister as he could have been. It was just that she could be such a pest when he was trying to train for an important football match.

Mrs. McCall finished by telling the children to "run along and play", and shooing them in the direction of David's room. As they left the room, they heard David's mother looking through the papers that had been deemed too important to be left to the mercies of the moving company, which was shipping such items as David's computer and Gail's luggage.

While they were walking down the hall, they could hear the sound of David's mother talking on the phone, but were unable to distinguish any words. When they reached David's room, he immediately threw himself on the bed.

"Not like that!" exclaimed Samantha. "You'll crush the skirt!" She grabbed David's hand and dragged him to his feet again.

"Sit gracefully, and always sweep your skirt under you to prevent creases."

She demonstrated by walking over to the foot of the bed and sitting down. "Now you," she commanded.

David tried, but made an unholy mess of the whole procedure. Samantha made a noise of disgust and, over the next hour, proceeded to give David an intense lesson in feminine deportment. He was made to stand up, sit down and walk accross the room with his head high and his hands by his side.

Mrs. McCall stuck her head round the door and asked to speak to Samantha. She got up and headed out to the hall, telling David to "continue practising your walk".

When they returned to the front room, Samantha sat on the indicated chair and looked at Mrs. McCall expectantly. *I hope I'm not in trouble for doing this to David* she thought.

Mrs. McCall set her at ease by asking if she could borrow the bra and panties, along with the breast forms. "I'll wash your strip and return it to you," she said. "But I'm taking Davina shopping tomorrow, and I'd like her to be as feminine as possible."

*Whew! That was a close call* thought Samantha. *This is going better than expected. Maybe I've found a star player for the team.* "Of course, Mrs. McCall. I'll be glad to lend them to you for as long as you need them."

"I'll give you the underwear back when Davina has cleaned them after wearing them tomorrow. In fact, I intend to begin her lessons in washing lingerie tonight, so that she can wear clean underwear tomorrow. Thank you so much for thinking of this. Maybe Davina will be better behaved than David ever was.

"Now, it's getting late and we are all tired from the flight and that drive. Perhaps you can see Davina again tomorrow ?"

Samantha clearly recognised the dismissal, and shouted "See you tomorrow, Davina!" towards the back bedroom. She left the house and returned to her own house to call Becky Redmond, her best friend, to talk about the day's events. She wondered if Becky could help her as she worked to make Davina a star player on the team.

David had heard Samantha saying she would see Davina tomorrow, and was getting really nervous. He wondered if he would ever get out of these clothes and back into trousers.

Just then, his mother popped her head round the door and said "Come on, Davina, time to get ready for bed. Put Samantha's strip in the washing, but hold onto the bra and panties. I'll show you how to wash them, and they'll be dry for tomorrow."

David went to the bathroom to wash himself and brush his teeth before going to bed. As David took his clothes off, he heard his mother rummaging around in her room. When he was naked, he heard a knock at the door. He opened the door while hiding behind it. His mother passed him a bundle of white, lacy fabric and said "Put that on, and give me a call when you are ready."

After washing himself, David shook out the bundle of fabric to dicover that it was one of his mother's nightgowns. It was a full-length gown made of white satin with lace panels down the sides of the skirt. A pair of white panties fell to the floor.

He sighed deeply and thought *will this never end ?* Since he didn't have any alternative, he pulled the panties up over his hips. They were his mothers, and he noticed that they were looser around the hips and buttocks than Samantha's. He bunched the nightgown up and lowered it over his head. As he and his mother were nearly the same height, the hem of the gown was just touching the ground. He opened the bathroom door and called out "Mum! I'm ready."

His mother came into the bathroom and looked at him. "That's very sweet, Davina," she said. She then looked at the pile of clothing on the floor and sighed. "What did I tell you to do with Samantha's strip, Davina ?" she asked.

"Put it in the washing" David replied, picking up the top and skirt. He walked over to the basket in the corner of the bathroom and dumped the clothes in.

His mother had already retrieved the rubber breast forms, and laid them on the bathroom stool. Next she picked up the bra, panties and socks and carried them over to the basin. "Come here, Davina," she called.

David walked over, the nightgown trailing along the floor.

His mother looked at the trailing hem and said "This'll wait a few minutes. Come on, Davina," and grabbed David's hand and pulled him to her room.

She opened one of the wardrobes, and took a pair of mules with one inch heels from a rack at the back. "Put these on, and that will stop your nightie trailing on the ground," she explained.

David had a worried look in his eyes as he saw what his mother had selected for him to wear. "Won't they be the wrong size ? I'd much rather just wear my own slippers if its all the same with you," he replied.

"Your slippers will just catch the hem of your nightie, so we'll just have to make do. I'll buy you a pair your own size tomorrow," his mother told him.

Now David was really worried - his mother was talking about buying him high-heeled slippers, and who knew what else. He sighed, resigning himself to the inevitable, and put his feet in the slippers. They were slightly too short, but since there was no back they fit well enough. He found that he had to hold himself very straight to maintain his balance as the walked back to the bathroom.

"Now this is how you hand-wash underwear," his mother told him as she put some soap-powder into the basin and turned the cold tap on. She showed David how to wash out the bra, panties and socks, saying "We wouldn't usually hand-wash the socks, but since they are the only pair you have, we'll do it today."

David was really puzzled, because he had plenty pairs of socks in his chest-of-drawers, but stayed silent. He probably didn't want to hear the answer anyway.

They hung the bra, panties and socks over the shower stall, and returned to the front room. His mother grabbed the breastforms as she walked past. She made a detour into David's room and placed them on the vanity. Back in the front room, she sat David down and began talking.

"Now, Davina, I'm going to take you shopping tomorrow to buy new clothes for you. We certainly can't have a young lady like yourself going around in tomboy clothes like those in your wardrobe."

David was looking at his mother with a terrified expression. From what she was saying, it looked like he would never return to being a boy again. He knew that protesting would be useless - when his mother took that tone, there was no moving her. He only hoped that when his father saw him in the morning he would end this insanity.

He looked up at the expectant pause from his mother and saw her looking at him with a loving expression. He melted and ran to kiss her before returning to his room.

Once he was in bed with the lights off, he began noticing the difference between the nightie and his pyjamas. For one thing, the gown had a tendancy to ride up his legs as he moved about in bed. On the other hand, it was much softer than anything he had worn to bed before.

He sighed resignedly, and thought to himself *I feel like I'm living that Chinese curse - 'may you live in interesting times'. These times are certainly interesting, but I could do without living through them.*

His last thought before he fell asleep was about the way Samantha had dressed him that day. *It did feel sorta nice wearing those clothes* he thought as the realm of Morpheus claimed him.

 

 

Chapter 4

David felt strange when he woke up. He tried to feel what was different, and decided that his legs were cold. Jumping out of bed, he almost tripped as the night-gown slid down his legs. He cursed and put the high-heeled slippers on, then wandered through to the kitchen to see if there was anything for breakfast.

His mother greeted him dressed casually in jeans and a tee shirt. She had obviously just been to the shops, as there was a pile of bags on the surfaces. He noticed that there was an open packet of corn flakes beside an upside-down bowl.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," his mother greeted him. "Your father won't be back for some time - it seems that someone put a virus on the central server at work. By the time anyone noticed, the mirror site had also been infected. They had to format both hard drives, and they are in the process of reloading everything from backup, but since they don't know when the system was infected, they are having to test each tape before they begin recovery. Your father reckons that this could cost HP a couple of hundred thousand dollars in lost work."

David started pouring himself a bowl of corn flakes, checking the fridge and adding milk to the bowl.

"'Morning, Mum. Could you speak English, please ? The only thing I understood is that Dad will be at work for some time, and it may cost the company a lot of money. What are we going to do today ?" he asked as he started eating his breakfast.

"We're going shopping after you are dressed. Run along to the bathroom and have a shower. Please shave your legs and under- arms - you are going to be changing in clothes stores, and we don't want anyone to get suspicious. Oh, and remember to put on the bra and insert the breast forms."

*Jeez* David complained to himself as he was placed his dishes on the counter beside the sink. *Looks like Mum's gone crazy. That Samantha really started something.*

When he entered the bathroom, he found the lingerie he was wearing the previous day laid out neatly on the stool. He stripped naked, dropping the night-gown and his mother's panties on the floor.

Before entering the shower, he remembered his mother's words and found one of her razors in the medicine cabinet. As the shower was heating, he did his business at the toilet. When the water was warm enough, he entered the shower and saw his mother's shampoo and conditioner. *Why not,* he thought. He shampooed his hair twice, then read the directions on the conditioner bottle. Carefully following them, he soaped up while he was waiting for the conditioner to work through his hair. After rinsing the conditioner out, he took his mother's razor and a can of shaving foam. He lathered his legs and then shaved them. The light hair was soon swirling down the plug-hole and David sighed again. *Ah, well, it'll grow back before any of the guys ask awkward questions during PE,* he thought.

Finished with his shower, he remembered his embarrassing problem the day before when he put the panties on. *I don't want that to happen again* he thought. He looked round the bathgroom for inspiration. Opening the stool, he rummaged around inside until he found a strip of sticking plasters. *Perfect,* he thought.

He cut a piece about an inch long, then tucked himself under. Ensuring that the central non-sticky strip was centered on his penis, he stuck the plaster firmly down. He could still pee, but he would have to sit down.

Once he had put the panties on, he reached for the bra and stared at it for a few minutes, wondering how he was going to put it on. Then he remembered Samantha's actions the day before and slipped his arms through the straps. His training had increased the flexibility of his arms, so he was able to reach behind himself and, after a brief struggle, attach the hooks. After pulling on the socks, he remembered what Samantha had done and turned the tops of the socks down.

His mother called out "Put the nightie under you pillow, but put the panties in the wash. We'll get you a pair that fit you better."

David sighed and returned to the bathroom. He picked up his discarded sleep wear and threw the panties in the wash. Returning to his bedroom, he folded the nightie up and placed it under his pillow. *At least no-one can see it there* he thought.

He approached the vanity in his room and grabbed the breast- forms and stuck them in the cups of the bra. He walked over to the chest of drawers and took out a "Blur" tee shirt and pulled it over his head. Approaching the wardrobe, he selected a pair of jeans and put them on. Tying his shoe laces, he looked into the mirror atop the vanity. *Jeez,* he thought *I look even more like a girl now.*

As he walked back to the kitchen, he remembered what Samantha had taught him about walking, so he looked very much like a young girl to his mother as he approached.

"Good, Davina, but your hair is a mess. Come here," she commanded as she led him back to the bathroom. She took a towel and proceeded rub his hair dry. Once it was reasonably dry, she ran her brush through it. "That'll do for now," she said.

"We are going to the shopping centre at the edge of town, so we'll have to take the bus. Your father had to take the car into work."

David nearly died when his mother told him that they were going to be exposed to everyone in town on a bus ride to the shops. However, he couldn't back out now, he had too much too lose.

At the bus-stop, a couple of old ladies started complementing him on how pretty he was. They kept up their inane chatter as the bus approached and all the way to the shopping centre.

Once they had entered the shopping centre, David's mother led him directly to the salon. As he approached it, David was desperately trying to hang back. There was a terrified look in his eyes as his mother dragged him through the doors.

"I have an appointment for my daughter," she announced, "Davina McCall."

The receptionist looked in the appointment book and said "OK, Mrs. McCall. Would you and your daughter care to take a seat and someone will be with you directly."

David was looking round with a wild expression in his eyes. The odour in the place was making him feel funny and he was sure that everyone was staring at him and wondering what a boy was doing in this holy-of-holies for women.

He was partially correct - a lot of people were looking at him. However, they did not see a boy, they saw a cute girl dressed in a tomboyish manner here with her mother for a beauty treatment.

A woman approached them from behind the receptionist and asked "Davina McCall ?"

David stood up and followed the woman back towards the basins at the rear of the salon. She sat him in front of one of the stations and proceeded to wash his hair. David found this to be a very relaxing and enjoyable experience as his scalp was massaged by the operator.

When she had finished washing and conditioning his hair, he was led over to the other side of the room. He was given a book of styles and told to select which style he wanted.

David looked at the book and realised how deeply he was getting involved in something he knew nothing about. Thinking about it, he was sure that between them, his mother and Samantha would keep dressing him as a girl for the entire summer.

Looking through the book, he was fascinated by all the photos of pretty girls, but he could not decide what he wanted done with his hair. His hair was long enough to take any of the styles in the book, so he continued to look. Suddenly, he saw a style that he thought he could live with. It wasn't too feminine, but looked great on the model in the picture.

A stylist approached David and asked him if he had selected a style. He showed her the book, and she stood him up and led him over to her station. She placed the book on the shelf in front of David and started cutting.

"This is a simple bob cut," she explained to him. "It's relatively low maintenance, and I'm sure that an active girl like yourself will have no trouble looking after it. Just remember to brush your hair well before you go to bed - 100 strokes is normal - and use a curling iron in the morning to get that inward curl at the end."

David listened to the stylist talking, and gradually his eyes closed and he nearly fell asleep. The stylist gave him a gentle prod as she combed some hair over his eyes and cut bangs down to his eyebrows.

When she had finished cutting his hair she rolled some large hair rollers tightly at the bottom of his hair and poured some smelly stuff all over his hair. She then led him over to one of the hair dryers standing against the rear of the salon. As she placed him under it, another stylist approached wheeling a trolley with scissors, a nail file and numerous bottles on it. She placed one of his hands in a bowl of cleaning solution and left him there for five minutes. She returned and moved the bowl onto the opposite side. She placed his other hand in the solution and began filing his nails, all the time commenting about the poor state of his nails.

After filing the all of the nails on that hand, she proceeded to paint them using three coats of a deep red polish. This process was repeated with his other hand.

Sometime during this procedure, an alarm sounded and the lady who had cut his hair came over and shut the dryer off. David was led back to the basins with the nails of one hand painted red and the nails on the other still damp from the cleanser.

The smelly stuff was washed out of his hair, and he was placed back under the dryer as the manicurist continued her work. As she was finishing, the alarm pinged again and the original stylist returned and removed the rollers from his hair, and proceeded to brush it out.

Another woman approached them, this one wheeling a trolley stacked high with various items of makeup. *Oh God!* groaned David, having seen his mother and sister using the stuff. He was terrified that at the end of today there would be very little boy left.

When the cosmetologist had finished, she swung the chair round to show him his reflection. David was amazed. He looked prettier than he had ever seen his sister, even when she was going to a party. As he continued to stare at himself, he saw another woman approaching out of the corner of his eye. Before he could react, she had placed a gun-like instrument against his ear and pressed the trigger. He heard a *pop* and felt a sharp pain in his ear. While he was still stunned as he realised what she was doing, his other ear was pierced.

She cleaned the fresh wounds with alcohol, and told him to rotate the sleeper studs four times a day and to use an alcohol rub to keep them clean for the next week until they healed. Now his appearance was even more feminine, if that was possible.

His mother approached as the stylists finished their work and looked him over. "Oh, Davina, you're beautiful," she said.

David got a really uncomfortable feeling in his gut as he heard these words. *Great* he thought. *If I had seen a girl who looks as good as me, I'd have been panting to introduce myself. Looks like I'm on the other side of that equation now.*

They left the salon and turned further into the centre. David watched as they approached a store which seemed to be filled with bras and other lingerie. It bore the sign "Janice's - For Today's Woman", which increased David's anxiety level to levels he didn't know they could reach.

A bell tinkled as they entered the store, and a pleasant middle-aged lady looked up and said "be right with you, dearie."

David looked around at the goods in the shop, as his mother wandered round the store picking up a selection of bra and panties sets. He heard her remark to the saleslady "I'm looking for lingerie for my daughter. She's just past the training bra stage, and I was wondering if you had anything really nice for girls of that age."

As his mother and the saleslady talked, David began to look with more interest at the goods. *I always wondered what the girls wore under their skirts,* he thought. *Looks like I'll be getting an extensive education.*

Just then, his mother approached him with a hadful of bras and panties. She grabbed his hand and led him towards the back of the shop. As they approached the changing rooms, David became really worried.

"You don't mean me to change underwear here, do you ?" he whispered to his mother. "What if someone sees ?"

His mother looked down at his crotch and said "It looks like you have taken care of the problem yourself. Don't worry, no- one will take any notice of you. Just don't stare at anyone else!"

David sighed, and followed his mother into the changing area. She sent him into one of the booths with the first bra and panty set. He changed into the garments and went out to show his mother. She looked at the fit and approved of the set.

This process was repeated for all the sets his mother had selected, with his mother approving or rejecting the garments according to some arcane formula of her own. When David had tried on all the sets, his mother took the ones she approved of to the check-out and paid for them.

After exiting Janice's, his mother told him that she didn't think he could manage to fend off the attention of a shoe- store assistant if he was wearing a skirt. So they headed for the shoe shop, where the first thing she did was to buy a packet of knee-high stockings.

An assistant (male) approached them and asked if he could be of any help. David's mother told him that her daughter had lost a bag containing her shoes, so she needed to buy new shoes for every occasion. The assistant's eyes lit up at the prospect of the commission on this sale, and asked David to follow him.

David was worried about the amount of money his mother was spending. And what was that about 'shoes for every occasion'? Surely he wouldn't need that many pairs if he was only going to be doing this for the summer. He sighed and followed the assistant to a chair with one of those shoe-shop stools in front of it.

David's feet were measured, and the assistant walked away to collect a selection of shoes. As he was walking away, his mother had a quiet word with him about something.

When he returned, he had a large number of boxes in his hands. The first box he opened had a pair of white mules in it. David sighed, recognising them as being similar to the pair his mother had lent him the previous evening. He removed his shoes and socks, and tried the mules on. These were a better fit than his mother's, and he could walk comfortably in them.

His mother looked at them and then asked him if they were comfortable. When he replied that they were, she said "We'll take them," to the assistant.

The assistant then knelt down in front of David and removed the mules and placed them back in their box. As the assistant was removing the slippers, David felt him fondling his feet. This was a new experience for David, and he did not know whether to relax and enjoy the assistants' hands or throw up. In the end he did neither, but tensed slightly which caused the assistant to remove his hands.

His mother opened the packet of knee-highs and told David to put them on, as they would help him when he was changing shoes. David complied, pulling his jeans up to enable him to smooth the knee-highs up his legs. He was glad now that his mother had made him shave his legs, it would have been embarrassing to have pulled up his jeans in front of the assistant with hairy legs.

After going through the boxes the assistant had brought, David and his mother left the shop with 4 boxes, the mules, a pair of girl's trainers, a pair of white flats and a pair of black pumps with a 3 inch heel. When David had tried the pumps on, he had nearly fallen. His mother explained to the assistant that it was her daughter's first pair of heels. The assistant nodded knowingly, and told David he would need to practise walking in them.

After they left the shoe-shop, David and his mother went to the food court and bought lunch. Instead of his usual burger and chips, David's mother bought him a chicken salad and told him that from now on he would need to watch his figure.

This worried David as he liked greasy food, and it looked like his mother wouldn't let him eat it any more.

After they had finished their meal, David noticed a problem, and whispered to his mother that he needed to use the toilet. She pulled him into the ladies' rest room, where, despite his fears, no-one paid him any special attention.

David looked round this previously forbidden territory; he could see that there was no urinal, and the stalls looked better kept than in any gents' he had ever been in. Remeber- ing what he had done that morning, David entered a stall and took down his jeans and panties before sitting to complete his business. After he had finished, he noticed that the plaster had gotten wet. He therefore took some toilet paper and dried the area between his legs.

When he exited the stall, he noticed his mother at the mirror. She indicated that he should come over. When he reached her, she told him to purse his lips, and she freshened his lipstick.

As the afternoon progressed, they wandered round the shopping centre visiting the many ladies' fashion shops. By now, David was confidant that everyone thought he was a girl, so it was no trouble to change in the shops' changing rooms.

At the end of the afternoon, he had aquired 3 skirts, 2 tops, 2 dresses and a pair of girl's jeans. As they were walking out of the shopping centre, he worried about the amount of money his mother had spent. He knew that they would be getting a large sum from the sale of their house in Edinburgh, and his father would be earning more, but he hoped that they could afford all these purchases.

As they waited for the bus to take them back to their new house, he realised that it really was a new life he would be living.

 

 

Chapter 5

Samantha was glad that she had decided to take an oblique approach when she discussed David/Davina with Becky. She had started by mentioning the Jerry Springer shows where male guests were transformed into women, or that involved trans- sexuals.

Becky had been a real downer on the subject, calling the guests 'wimps' or 'perverts'. Samantha had no idea what she would have said if she told Becky the truth about Davina. Instead, she had talked about the neat new girl next door, and her sister who would be arriving in two weeks.

Telling Becky that the two would be starting High School with them, Samantha hoped that Davina would still be there when school started. Becky had assumed that they were twins, but Samantha had told her that Davina was starting as a Freshman older than her sister because they had just moved to America and the authorities wanted to start her in an earlier year.

Samantha had watched Davina and her mother leaving their house this morning. She knew it was Davina, because she had seen the two bumps under the 'Blur' tee shirt. She wondered where they were going. With nothing else to do, she had decided to watch a video. She had scoured the video store for something interesting and had found 'Ladybugs'.

She had found the story interesting, with many parallels to her current situation. The boy dressing as a girl to play soccer and help the team win was something she hoped to repeat in real life.

After the video, she had taken her soccer ball out to the front garden again and started practising the moves Davina had shown her yesterday. She looked at Davina's house and wondered where Mr. McCall was. He had apparently had to go in to work, or at least that's what Mrs. McCall had said, but he wasn't back yet.

Either they had a real emergency on their hands at his work, or there was something funny going on.

Samantha looked up and saw Davina and her mother walking down the sidewalk towards their house. They were carrying a whole bunch of bags and was that - yes it was! One of the bags was from Janice's! Then she saw Davina's face and hair - sooo feminine!

Now Samantha was really happy, she just knew that Davina would be around for awhile.

****

David looked up as he turned onto the path leading up to his house and saw Samantha. He called out "Hi, Samantha, want to come in ?" and walked up the path until he came to the door. His mother arrived then and opened the door for them.

Samantha immediately picked up her ball and ran up the steps behind Davina bursting with curiosity about what they had bought. Davina and her mother carried the bags into Davina's room and threw them on the bed. Mrs. McCall then excused herself, muttering something about needing a cup of coffee.

As she left the room, Samantha turned toward Davina and demanded to know what she had bought. When she saw the skirts and dresses, she immediately suggested that they model the clothes for each other. David was reluctant at first, but eventually gave in to her pleas.

As David was stripping, Samantha said "You seem to be enjoying this. Are you happy with it ?"

David replied in the affirmative, adding "What you started mum has extended." He showed her the nightie under his pillow saying "I either learn to like it, or I'm going to have a miserable time this summer. Since I want to play football with you, I think it's better to like it, don't you ?"

When David had stripped down to his panties, Samantha looked at his crotch and gasped. "What did you do with it ?" she asked. "Tear it off this morning ?"

David shuddered at that thought, and lowered his panties to show her the plaster holding him in place. Samantha examined his confined member, and asked him where he had got the idea from. He shrugged and said "I remembered last night, and what happened when I put your panties on, so I thought I'd better keep it out of the way. I found these plasters in the bathroom, and they seem to be doing the trick."

Samantha was impressed by the thoroughness of David's solution. From what she could see, he could still pee comfortably, even if he had to sit. "Is that comfortable ?" she asked him.

David replied "Yes, but the problem is that it gets wet every time I pee. I end up using loads of toilet paper to dry the plaster and the area between my legs."

"Welcome to one of the discomforts of being a girl," Samantha told him. "I have to wipe myself, and not only for comfort. Girls can get a nasty infection down there if we don't keep ourselves clean."

David got a weird feeling hearing Samantha talk about feminine hygiene. This whole situation was just getting stranger and stranger.

After they had modelled all the clothes, David's mother called him for tea. Samantha asked him if he wanted to go to the mall later. David had no idea what she meant, but since he wanted to spend time with her, he readily agreed.

As Samantha left the house, she asked Mrs. McCall if they could go out later. Mrs. McCall answered "OK, as long as Davina is back by eleven." Samantha called out "see you later" to Davina and ran back to her own house.

Once there, she immediately called Becky and asked her to meet them in the mall at seven. Becky suggested that she invite the boys as well, she wanted to see Ted. Samantha reckoned that they could watch a movie and maybe have something to eat before Davina's curfew.

Samantha then called Jim, and asked him if he wanted to see a movie that night. When he responded in the positive, she told him about the new girl next door, and asked him to invite Ted and an unattached boy for the new girl.

After finishing her dinner, she walked back to Davina's house and rang the bell. Davina answered the door wearing one of her new skirts and the white flats.

"I didn't think wearing the heels would have been a good idea." David explained. He then called out to her mother that they were going out, and she would be back by eleven.

As they waited for the bus, Samantha told Davina all about Becky, who they would be meeting at the mall. Explaining Becky's attitude to cross-dressing, she warned David that he must react like a girl to every situation. She also told him about the boys she had invited.

David was terrified - they were going to meet boys, and he had to react as a girl!

When they arrived at the mall, which David discovered was just another name for the shopping centre he had been in earlier, they met a girl about the same age as Samantha. She was about 5'4" tall and had a spectacular figure. With her red hair and freckles, she was just the type of girl David would normally have been lusting after.

However, remembering Samantha's earlier words, he strove not to stare at the new girl.

Samantha introduced David to Becky, and they hugged each other in welcome. Figuring that he may have inadvertently looked too hard at Becky, David complimented her on her outfit. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a white sleeveless top. On her feet, she had black pumps with 3" heels. Her jacket was a black leather cut to compliment her figure, which David thought was rather large for a fourteen year old.

Once all the greetings had been taken care of, they walked round the mall to the cinema complex, and joined the queue for tickets. While they were waiting, three boys about their own age came up to say hello. The boys towered over David, the smallest being easily 5'6".

They introduced themselves, and immediately paired up with the girls. Ted linked arms with Becky, Jim kissed Samantha on the cheek, and David was left standing as Jack approached. David nervously waited as Jack took his hand.

"You're the shy one, aren't you ?" asked Jack. David mumbled a reply and hung his head. *Jeez,* David thought. *These guys are probably going to be in school with us next year. I'm dead if I turn up as David, now.*

All through the movie, Jack kept his arm around David's shoulders. When Jack tried to place his hand on David's knee, it was gently but firmly removed. Jack thought that this was just a shy and inexperienced girl, so decided not to push too hard yet. He did, however, pull her towards him and kiss her full on the mouth.

David was stunned. He had only kissed a few girls before, and it had not prepared him for the intensity of Jack's assault. For a few seconds, he stiffened and tried to push Jack away. Jack persisted, however, and eventually David found himself melting into Jack's arms.

When he felt Jack's hand reaching for his leg again, however, he realised that he could not let his secret be discovered. So, he pushed Jack away and removed the hand from his knee, telling Jack that he wasn't that type of girl.

Becky had been observing them, and thought the new girl was very pretty, but also more than a little bit shy. She decided that the new girl could do with some lessons in handling boys.

After the movie, they went to the food court and found a table with six seats where they could all sit together. They looked at the menu to see what was available.

David remembered that his mother had advised him not to eat greasy foods. Having just eaten his tea, however, he was not too hungry. He therefore ordered a salad when their waiter approached. The other two girls ordered the same. Other two girls ?* thought David. *Maybe I'm already thinking of myself as a girl.*

The boys ordered the house speciality burgers with large portions of fries. All of them ordered a soft drink, but David was frustrated that they didn't know what Irn Bru was. He settled for a diet Coke.

While they were waiting for their orders, they chatted about themselves. David gave a brief personal history - that he had just arrived from Scotland, and would be starting High School that year - without mentioning his sex. He showed everyone his necklace, and the boys were very impressed when they saw the championships David had won the previous year.

David then turned the conversation round to Jack, who he discovered to be a keen sportsman. He had been a quarterback for his junior school's football team. Again, David didn't understand anything about American football, but he thought it better not to interrupt.

Listening to Jack describe his feats on the football field and in baseball, David realised that Jack was someone he could have been great friends with. They were both keen sportsmen, although with different sports, and Jack's quiet intensity impressed him greatly. However, with the way he was dressed, David also realised that he would have a different kind of relationship with Jack.

Some time during Jack's monologue their food arrived, and they started eating as they continued talking.

David could see that Ted and Becky, and Jim and Samantha had been dating for some time. It was apparent in the looks they gave each other, and the way they held hands almost constantly.

After they had finished eating, Samantha indicated that he should join her and Becky as they went to the ladies. By this time, David was getting comfortable in the role of a girl, so he joined them without hesitation.

Once they were inside the bathroom, Becky immediately began giving David some advice about handling boys. When he protested that he really wasn't interested in boys, Becky said

"Oh, girlfriend. When you look like that" and she pointed in a mirror "then the boys are going to notice you. You'd better be able to handle them."

And continued giving him advice.

After they had all done their business in the stalls, Samantha lent David her lipstick and told him to freshen up. Since this was a different shade from the one he was currently wearing, he first wiped off all the lipstick he had on. Then he applied the new colour as he had seen the cosmetologist and his mother do.

Becky commented about his lack of jewellery - she had noticed the sleeper studs in his ears and assumed he had just got his ears pierced. The only other jewellery the girl seemed to have was the very beautiful necklace that told of her achievements on the sporting field. *I'll have to teach her to wear jewellery* thought Becky.

She asked Davina where all her jewellery was. David thought about that, and realised that he had better come up with a good excuse. He told Becky that the airline had lost the case with all his jewellery in it, so he would have to buy more, but couldn't afford much at the present time. He explained how the football necklace was so valuable for sentimental reasons, he had carried it with him, so it had not been lost.

Once they were ready, they left the bathroom and approached their table. The boys all rose at their approach and gathered their coats. Then they held the girl's coats for them, saying that they had paid the bill.

The boys asked the girls if they wanted to go dancing. David looked at his watch, and noticed that it was approaching 10:30. He was surprised - it didn't feel that so much time had passed. He had enjoyed himself immensely.

Explaining to the boys that he had to be in before eleven - he was still suffering from jet lag. Ted immediately offered him a lift, and they all crammed into Ted's car. This was an old clunker that David thought should be immediately sent to the retirement home for old cars (the scrap yard). He didn't say anything, though, so as to avoid trouble.

When they reached David's house, both he and Samantha got out of the car and kissed their dates goodnight.

David noticed his dad's car in the driveway, and worried about what he was going to say. He didn't think his dad would approve, but too much had happened to stop now. What with Becky and the boys, he would be lucky to have any friends if he tried to go anywhere as a boy.

When he entered the house, his mother held her finger to her lips and pointed at the master bedroom.

"Your dad has been working without sleep since he was called in, and he really needs his sleep. Just get yourself ready and we can talk about your evening."

David complied, and in a few minutes returned to the front room wearing his nightie and his new slippers. As he sat down he twisted on the couch and tucked his legs beneath himself with a natural-seeming movement.

His mother asked where they went and if he had enjoyed himself.

David replied that they had gone to the mall and met with one of Samantha's friends, Becky. He then really surprised his mother by telling her about the boys they met and what had happened.

When he mentioned kissing Jack, a slight smile appeared on Andrea's lips. *This is going better than I expected* she thought.

David then said goodnight, and turned to walk to his room. As he was walking, he remembered his mother's smile and wondered what it meant. Would he ever be a boy again ?

 

 

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