“Okay, bye.”
Kayla sighed, and switched her phone off. Ricky was another complication she could do without. If he got wind of the changes, then she would be vulnerable to his stupidity. She vowed to try not to let him in on anything.
She lay there for a while, just thinking about everything that had happened. Her hands sought out her hated genitals, and she idly felt them. The penis was small, the tip was only just prominent from the folds of skin, and she could vaguely feel two fleshy shapes which she supposed were testes. Not having handled anyone else’s bits, she was unsure what they should feel like. She went over what the doctor said, and then felt her nipples.
There was a degree of swelling around them, and she felt strangely excited. If her own breasts were growing, it was like a surreal confirmation that she was right to feel that she was a girl. She fell asleep with a gentle smile on her face.
6.
It was her ringing phone that woke her up, the following morning.
“Hi?” she mumbled into the phone.
“Hi, it’s me,” said Sally.
“Oh, hi Sal. What time is it?”
“Seven, why, are you still in bed?”
“Yeah, I’m at my Gran’s place.”
“Your boobs have arrived. I thought you’d want to know. Shall I bring them over now?
“Great. That’s a really good idea. Look Sal. We have to talk. Things have happened,” Kayla said. She then explained the events of the previous day.
“As a girl! All the time?” Sally asked, startled beyond belief.
“Yeah, so, because Pete and the others already know me as Kayla Olsen, that’s who I’m going to have to be.”
“Shit! This is all my fault. I’m so sorry, I never thought for a moment anything like this would happen.”
“It’s not your fault. This is all down to me. The Kayla Olsen bit could be a way of avoiding unwanted publicity. We have to see old Mr Granger today.”
“Not the head? Why?”
“I need to finish my courses. I still need the A levels.”
“This is going to be so cool. Aren’t you looking forward to it?”
“I don’t know, Sally. I’m worried about being found out. They’ll kill me.”
“You’ll be fine. No one would ever guess. Get some contacts to replace your specs and no one will have a clue.”
“Maybe,” Kayla said, unconvinced.
“I’ll be round in ten minutes.”
She made it in nine.
Ingrid let her in, and shouted up to Kayla, in Swedish.
“Kayla, your friend is here.”
“Thanks Gran.”
Kayla came downstairs wearing a white blouse and a dark knee length skirt. She had tights on and the shoes they had bought together in Oxford. Her hair was brushed, and Sally noticed she was wearing a little makeup. She smiled at her friend, and Sally couldn’t believe the transformation.
“Wow. Look at you,” Sally said, giving her friend a hug.
She handed over a package and both girls ran up to Kayla’s room.
Kayla stripped off her blouse and bra, and Sally unwrapped the package.
“Do you want to stick them on?”
“I don’t know, what do you reckon?” Kayla said, looking at the two mounds of very realistic silicone.
Sally was reading the instructions.
“It says here that there are sticky pads or the liquid adhesive. There is a bottle of release resin, and they advise you to take them off once a week to wash and clean the boobs. Excessive removal and replacement will cause wear and tear, so it is best not to remove them too frequently.”
“Well, I only have four days until I go to the specialist on Monday, so I think it would be the best to use the sticky pads until then,” Kayla said.
Sally looked at Kayla’s chest, gently touching her left nipple.
“You seem to be growing your own, did you know that?” she said.
“The doctor said that yesterday. I’m not certain, but I think it looks as if I am.”
“This is so weird,” Sally said, shaking her head.
Together they affixed the breast forms to Kayla’s chest. As they were only a B cup, they were in keeping with her slender build and looked very realistic. Using a little foundation, Sally managed to obscure the edges, thus making them appear even more natural.
“This could work,” Sally said.
“I hope so. Gran has been telling me all about Sweden. As we all went there last year, it should be quite easy to answer the occasional question about it. I’ve been talking to a cousin about their school system.”
Kayla got dressed again and went downstairs. It was only a quarter to eight, so Sally joined her friend for breakfast.
They had just finished when Rebecca and Jake arrived. Kayla was surprised to see her father, as she thought he would have gone to work as usual.
“We called the Headmaster, and we’ve an appointment to see him at ten. As far as he is concerned, Kyle is off sick, until further notice. We have much to discuss with him,” Jake said.
“What did you tell him?” Kayla asked, very concerned that they’d told him everything.
“Nothing. Just that Kyle has a medical condition which may adversely affect his future schooling, and we needed to speak to him urgently.”
“Oh.”
Sally wished her friend good luck, leaving for school. Rebecca and her mother were deep in discussion.
They rounded on Jake, who was obviously not convinced about the concept of the proposed deception.
“Dear, it is so important not to attract undue attention. This is a sensible way for Kayla to finish her schooling, to follow the doctor’s recommendations, and to deal with all the changes that are likely to affect her over the next few weeks and months.”
Jake stared at his wife. She made sense, but he was unhappy with the any form of deception.
“Daddy, if I don’t, I won’t be able to finish school, and will have to stay at home and do everything by myself. No one will want to know me, and I’ll be miserable. You don’t want that, do you?”
Kayla convinced him, and he nodded curtly.
“Come on, let’s do this. I understand you want to get some contact lenses instead of your old glasses?” he said.
“I just think it will make things easier. No one will recognise me if I don’t have Kyle’s specs on.”
“Have you got your prescription handy? We can pick them up on the way.”
They went out to the car, Ingrid waved them goodbye. She hoped that Kayla would be okay.
Howard Granger was in his study. He asked Maria, his secretary, to bring in Kyle Manning’s file. She brought it through, wondering what the boy had done. She vaguely knew the lad, one of the nonentities, as she described them. He was not a great sportsman, academically bright, but not a flyer, and instantly forgettable in a sea of forgettable faces.
She was quite surprised, therefore, at ten o’clock, when Mr and Mrs Manning appeared with a strikingly pretty girl in tow. The girl looked foreign, somehow, and although she smiled, she said nothing.
“Hello, we have an appointment with Mr Granger,” Mr Manning said to her, so she called through to Mr Granger’s office.
“Ask them to come through, please Maria,” said the disembodied voice of the headmaster.
She showed them through and Mr Granger stood and greeted them with handshakes. Maria closed the door on her way out, her curiosity piqued.
“Please sit down,” Mr Granger said, glancing at the young woman with undisguised curiosity.
“Thank you, Howard. We appreciate you seeing us at such short notice.”
“I must confess, I am intrigued at what could cause you to make such an urgent appointment. But, first, may I ask who this young lady is?”
Kayla stared at Mr Granger, the colour rising in her cheeks.
“I intend to, Howard, but first I’d like you to read this letter, then things may become somewhat clearer,” Jake said, handing over Dr Hillier’s letter.