“It wasn’t much, really. I had some silly bit of skin that was causing a, how do you say, obstruction of my vagina. It was making it hard during my period.”
“May I ask a personal question?”
“Ja, of course.”
“Was it because of a boy?”
“You mean sex?”
“I suppose I do.”
“No. This was more basic. It would not have made sex impossible, just uncomfortable. They waited until now, hoping, I think, it would correct itself. But, it didn’t.”
“So…”
“I haven’t had sex, yet. No.”
Lynn smiled. The girl was unashamed and openly honest. She tried to imagine having this conversation with some of the English girlfriends that Pete had brought home over the years.
When Pete took her home later, Lynn remarked on her findings to her husband.
“That girl is simply lovely. If Pete can hang onto her, he’ll be very fortunate.”
“If I was thirty years younger….” her husband replied, to receive a sock in the ear.
Kayla went to her room, on returning home. Ingrid heard her crying. The girl had become more and more ridden by guilt over the deception. It almost became too much to bear!
Ingrid could see what was happening, so she sought out Jake.
“That girl is almost ready to burst!”
“I know. It’s not for much longer.”
“Jacob, she won’t last much longer. We must do something!”
“What can we do? Our hands are tied. We must wait this thing out!”
“We could hurry Mr Petersen?”
“What would that achieve?”
“I have an idea!” she said, and told Jacob what was on her mind.
The following week, Kayla was back at school as if nothing had happened. Ricky kept his distance, but Kayla knew he wasn’t going to go away. Pete was ever in attendance, being so loving and kind that Kayla almost burst into tears every time she saw him. Unbeknown to her, her female hormones were making up for lost time. Oestrogen was surging through her body, whatever the hold-up had been, it was now gone! As a result, emotionally she was on a seesaw, rocking from tears to inexplicable euphoria for no good reasons.
Not only emotionally, she was changing physically too. Her budding breasts were budding no longer. Two firm handfuls rendered the breast-forms almost redundant, although she didn’t wish to obviously slip from a definite C cup to an A cup overnight.
Internally, she experienced the first pangs of ovulation, signalling her equipment had awoken, so she prepared herself for something she never thought she’d experience.
In the midst of this turmoil, A level exams arrived.
Placing all her troubles aside was hard, but she managed to do so. As her contemporaries sat their exams in the main hall, she sat in the Headmaster’s study, all on her own.
Special arrangements had been made for the oral part of the examinations. Kayla used Kyle’s name and exam number, so no irregularities could be alleged.
As Sally tried to think of ways that Kayla could add extra proof of being female, nature helped them along.
Kayla didn’t have to partake of sports at the school, but she enjoyed tennis and swimming.
As her breast-forms were realistic enough for a swimming costume, she had spent the occasional afternoon swimming. Her figure was turning into a classic hourglass shape, and heads did more than turn when she walked past.
Three weeks after the surgical procedure, the surgeon saw her, and pronounced her fit as a fiddle. The swelling had gone down; the sutures had dissolved and disappeared, leaving a perfectly natural looking set of equipment. Her fair pubic hair was returning, so Mr Sweeney could not see any difference between her and a girl born with normal genitalia. He discharged her, wishing her well with her life.
The following week, she went to school without her breast-forms for the first time. Her breasts were not as large as the forms, but they were all her! Needless to say, Pete noticed.
“Um, Kayla, um, what’s happening?”
Kayla blushed.
“I wasn’t very big, so I use a little padding. It has now gone as I am getting bigger,” she explained.
He’d grinned, feeling embarrassed for her.
“I’d love you whatever!” he said and the issue was discarded.
That afternoon, after swimming, Kayla was having a shower. For the first time she was open about it, walking about unselfconsciously naked. Luxuriating in being truly female. She actually wanted people to look at her for the first time ever, knowing she was what she’d always wanted to be. Kerry noticed the blood first.
“Kayla, you’ve come on, girl!”
Kayla looked down, noticing the trickles of deep red down the inside of both her thighs, reaching the pooling water and swirling away towards the drain. Her first reaction was alarm, but Kerry’s casual attitude dispelled the alarm immediately.
Her next reaction was an overwhelming joy. It was as if everything she’d dreamed of had just been confirmed as being real.
“Oh, no. I wasn’t expecting it!”
“Bummer! Have you got your tampons?”
“No.”
“Always carry mine, just in case. I got caught out once. Never again.”
Kayla cleaned herself off, gratefully accepting the tampon offered by her friend. Given some privacy, she worked out how to use it, slipping the tube up her vagina and removing the outer cover.
Thinking that was the end of it, she was aghast that by the time she joined the others in the dining room, everyone knew she’d come on in the showers.
Even Ricky heard the rumour. He’d been in the library when he’d overheard two fifth form girls talking.
“The Swedish girl came on in the shower after swimming, just now,” said one.
“Were you there?”
“Yeah, she was ever so calm about it. She just said she wasn’t expecting it yet.”
“Poor cow, I got caught out like that during a hockey game. Is she okay?”
“Yeah, Kerry gave her a Tampax. She just cleaned herself off and went off to sort herself out. I wish I could be as calm as she was.”
“I wish I had her figure and looks!”
“And her boyfriend!”
Ricky went a little red. He’d come so close to being made to look a complete idiot. Yet, there was something he still wasn’t happy with. Why did Kayla lose her accent, that one time?
He didn’t believe she was Swedish. He couldn’t argue with the fact she was female, as he’d seen Kyle in the showers over the last few years. Although not the best-endowed young man, Kyle was definitely a bloke. He’d also seen Kayla in a swimming costume. There was no way any boy would have a shape and figure like that!
She’d stood in front of him as he had spoken to Kyle on the telephone, so that idea was out the window, but there was something not quite right!
“But, Jacob, why should you want to adopt your own daughter?”
Poor Richard Stephenson was utterly confused by Jacob’s strange request. He’d been a solicitor for twenty years, and had never had such a request in all those years. He’d been Jacob’s solicitor for the last eight years. They were even in the same Rotary Club.
“You misunderstand, Richard, I don’t need to adopt my own daughter. I want the legal papers to show I have adopted her.”
“You are certainly correct, I do not understand, not at all. Why should anyone want papers to show their natural daughter is adopted?”
“Richard, Kayla is, as you now know, the victim of a rather sad genetic joke. We brought her up as a boy, in the mistaken belief that she was a boy, despite now finding out she’s very much a perfectly normal girl. Everyone knows Kyle, and now everyone knows her as Kayla Olsen, a Swedish relative.
“We’ve created a fictitious person, in order to spare a lovely girl the indignity of being labelled a freak. I admit, we have been slightly over-creative with our fiction, however, the circumstances demanded some sort of action, and before rational thought could be applied, Kayla and her friends had already started something that we could not stop.