“Seen it. I went with Sally a couple of days ago.”
“Oooh, well, well. You sly dog, you,” said Ricky with an unpleasant leer.
Kyle was fed up with Ricky’s continual innuendos. He changed the subject. He didn’t want to tell him that he had also gone as a girl and sat next to Pete Groves.
“So, planned your revenge yet?”
“I’d love to do something to them at the ball. I mean, how cool would it be to show them up in front of everyone else?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno. Like have their partners be blokes in dresses. That’d be so cool!”
Kyle smiled, as he thought of partnering Pete Groves. He then felt an unfamiliar feeling. Not an unpleasant feeling, it was a sort of fluttering feeling in his abdomen. He thought of the kind of dress he could wear, and then imagined dancing with him. The feeling intensified and he felt quite strange.
“Kyle, hello, is there anyone there?” Ricky asked, waving his hand in front of his friend’s unfocussed eyes.
“Sorry, what?”
“Never mind. So, do you want to do anything this evening?”
“Not really. I have an assignment to finish. Maybe at the weekend?”
“Okay. Shit, there’s bloody Pete Groves. I’m off!”
Ricky left rapidly. Pete walked past without giving the scruffy and seemingly invisible Kyle a second glance. He sat at the next table with his friend Roger and another rugby player, Simon Lawrence.
Kyle strained to hear their conversation.
“…amazing. She had the most gorgeous hair and legs that went on forever!” said Roger.
“I tell you, she’s in a class of her own. Far better than any of the scrubbers at this sodding place,” said Pete.
“What, even Sally?” said Roger, teasing his friend.
“Sally’s all right. I’ve always liked her, but she’s the best of a bad bunch. No, this Kayla was fucking gorgeous. She was demure, intelligent, stunningly attractive and so fuckable!”
Kyle went bright red, knocking over his glass of water in his haste to stand up and leave.
Sally saw him blushing and leave the cafeteria rapidly. No one else saw him leave. She finished her lunch and followed him. She hoped he wouldn’t make for the toilets. He was standing beneath the trees at the edge of the playing field.
She went over to him.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He turned and she saw the frustration deeply etched on his features.
“Oh Sally, it’s so unfair!”
He then told her about what he had overheard, and she surprised him by laughing.
He frowned.
“It’s not funny Sally!” he protested.
“Oh, Kyle, lighten up! Don’t you see what this means? This means you have made it. It means that you pass the test. The most eligible boys in the school think you are a bimbo and have no idea that Kayla is Kyle!”
Kyle smiled slightly.
“You’d like to be Kayla all the time, wouldn’t you?”
“You know I do.”
“Do you want to come round later?”
“I can’t. I have a doctor’s appointment.”
“Oh? As Kayla or Kyle?”
“Does it matter?”
“I think you should go as Kayla; that will show the doctor how serious you are.”
“I’ll see. I’m going with my Mum. I don’t want to do anything to upset or embarrass her.”
“Whatever. Good luck. I’ll ring you later. What time is your appointment?”
“Five.”
“Okay. I’ll ring you at seven.”
Rebecca felt very strange sitting in the doctor’s waiting room with a pretty girl sitting next to her. She had asked for the appointment and had been deliberately evasive as to the reasons.
Kyle had immediately changed into Kayla as soon as he arrived back from school. Rebecca could see an instant and profound change come over her child, and as soon as the girl breezed into the kitchen, she knew that this journey was inescapable.
(Author’s note. To facilitate ease of reading [& writing, for that matter], from now on I will describe Kayla by using feminine pronouns. Despite the fact that technically she is physically still male, spiritually and mentally she is enough of a girl to demand such treatment.)
She made no protest when she found it was to be Kayla who accompanied her to the doctor. Kayla was very nervous and maintained a constant stream of chatter all the way there. However, she clammed up tight as soon as they walked in. She sat and read an old copy of Cosmopolitan, hardly looking up.
Rebecca tried to be objective as she regarded at her ‘daughter’. Kayla was wearing a knee length skirt, a plain cream blouse and tights. Her shoes had high heels, but were smart. There was nothing in what Rebecca could see that suggested that there was a scruffy boy lurking in there somewhere.
“Mrs Manning for Doctor Hillier.”
Rebecca and Kayla stood and Kayla smiled nervously.
“You’ll be fine, love,” Rebecca whispered as they went to the door.
James Hillier was forty-five and was starting to become a little plump. He had been the family doctor for the last eight years, for which time Kyle had been remarkably free of illness or injuries. He had only once had to see the doctor with suspected tonsillitis.
“Ah, Mrs Manning, and ah, your daughter. What can I do for you? Not the dreaded pill, eh?” he asked.
Rebecca stared at him and smiled humourlessly.
“Doctor, this is my son. We have come to you because he wants to be my daughter,” she said, and Kayla watched the colour drain from the doctor’s face.
Doctor Hillier recovered remarkably. He came round from behind his desk, seating the pair down on the sofa at the end of his consulting room. He sat in an armchair, and listened as they explained the situation.
“Right, Mrs Manning, if you’d care to give us a few minutes. I would like to examine, ah, Kayla.”
Rebecca left, and the doctor conducted a thorough physical examination of the unfortunate young person.
Kayla surprised the doctor in many ways. Firstly, her appearance was very feminine, as was her manner and voice. Once undressed, although not having breasts was an obvious feature, the narrow waist and feminine figure indicated more than a little physical confusion.
The doctor noticed that there was a slight puffiness and swelling around each nipple, which in turn appeared to be very slightly swollen.
“Are these sore?” he asked.
“No, but tender if I bang them. They seem more sensitive. I put that down to wearing a bra for the first time yesterday.”
“Have you taken any medication or pills, or rubbed cream on them?”
“No.”
The genitalia interested the doctor the most. The penis was very small and the testes did not appear to have fallen properly. This explained why the voice was still immature and had not yet broken. There seemed to be surplus skin, which would have been a scrotum, had the testes fallen correctly. However, the doctor could feel a slight cleft, frowning as he tried to account for the deformity.
As he gently probed the area below the navel, he found a slightly distended area. He pushed and felt resistance.
“Is that sore?”
“No, more uncomfortable than sore.”
“Had any anal bleeding?”
“No, why?”
“Just checking. How about discharge from the penis?”
“You mean apart from pee?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Have you had any seminal discharge?”
“Like what?”
“Like waking up with stickiness around the area?”
“Oh, you mean a wet dream, no, not yet.”
“How old are you, seventeen?”
“Yes, why?”
“I think you should have had some by now. Do you masturbate?”
“No, not really.”
“Not really?”
“When I was younger, the other boys did, and they spoke about it. I tried it and nothing happened.”
“How much younger?”
“Twelve, thirteen, something like that.”