Pete grinned and drove them back to Roger’s house.
Meanwhile Ricky sat on the sofa, his mother’s arms around him, feeling an enormous weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. He still faced immense challenges, but at least he wasn’t alone any more.
13.
“Stand still, how the hell do you expect me to get this right if you keep trying to see yourself in the mirror?”
“Sorry,” said Ricky.
Kayla and Sally were both working hard trying to transform the shorn Ricky into an attractive female. It was now the day before the Summer Ball. It had been a tempestuous couple of weeks. Ricky had been to see the doctor, identified as suffering from acute gender dysphoria and referred to a gender specialist. It was terrible timing as exams were littered through the term.
He’d been to the specialist, examined as thoroughly as Kayla had been, and then given an appointment with the psychologist. No one at school had any idea, but few actually cared. However, it had already been noted that he was more relaxed and was less of a general pain-in-the-arse than usual.
Ricky wanted to venture out as a girl. His parents, having been advised by the doctors to allow it within reason, agreed on the condition that Kayla helped him. Kayla agreed on the condition that Sally was brought into the loop.
So, the two girls fought the wayward Ricky every inch of the way. Kayla’s redundant breast forms were now stuck to his chest, and a long auburn wig covered up his virtually shorn head.
Ricky actually made a pretty girl. He was a slight boy in any case, so with the wig, shape and makeup, he almost looked the part. His hair, when allowed to grow longer than a few millimetres was a rusty auburn, so his colouring matched. However, he was full of masculine habits, which detracted from the passable visible impression he gave.
He tended to swagger, out of habit, as well as take long strides, roll his shoulders, and sit with his legs wide open. The girls decided to take him shopping, in an attempt to make him break some of these bad habits.
As he had no feminine clothes at all, the girls felt he would be best dressed in a pair of jeans and trainers, with a borrowed feminine top. He allowed Kayla to help him tuck away his genitals with a large length of sticking plaster. Then, with a pair of panties and tights under his jeans, he struggled into a bra belonging to Kayla, pulling a short-sleeved green top over his head. The top was quite long and baggy, disguising his rather too generous waist and masculine behind.
They made him up subtly, using greens and browns to highlight his green eyes and in keeping with his colouring. His nails were too short to do much with, so they only shaped them, then applying clear varnish.
Kayla experienced an acute case of déjà vu as they completed the transformation. Sally was as surprised as she was at the result. Ricky was quite pretty, but his voice and mannerisms let him down, big time.
“Shit! Is that really me?” he asked, on seeing himself in the mirror.
“Surprising, isn’t it?” Sally asked.
“I’ve never looked this good and I’ve been trying at least twice a month for the last four or five years.”
Looking very feminine and feeling brilliant, Ricky allowed his friends to take him to Oxford in Sally’s Mini. He still had a male figure, so the clothes were designed to hide what he did not have and accentuate those he did.
The girls took him to buy underwear and a few basic essentials. Mainly they wanted him to become used to being in public and to get used to being a girl. His mannerisms calmed down with constant help from the girls, and his voice was reduced to a shy, husky whisper.
They took him to the same shoe shop that Kayla had gone to. The same salesman, Dave, was still there and was still struggling with raging acne. He saw the tall Scandinavian girl walk in and he remembered her. Another sales girl was about to approach them, so he raced across the shop floor to get there first.
“Hi, welcome back, how can I help you today?” he said to Kayla.
Sally had to turn away; otherwise, she would have got the giggles.
“It is not me, but my friend needs some shoes. She likes those open-toed sandals and those court shoes with the three inch heels,” Kayla said, laying the accent on thick.
Ricky couldn’t look at the man, as he was feeling very self-conscious.
“Okay, Miss, please sit down and I’ll take your measurements.”
Ricky sat, looking worried. Kayla sat next to him, as Dave measured the poor boy’s feet.
“Seven. You’ve quite a wide fitting!” he remarked.
“I know,” Ricky breathed.
Dave smiled. She wasn’t as pretty as the blonde girl, but she was still attractive and shy. Dave knew he wouldn’t stand a chance with the Swedish girl, but he fancied he might with this one. He held her feet for longer than was necessary.
“I’m Dave, what’s your name?”
“Ri.. Rebecca.”
“Okay, Rebecca, would you like the light tan or the darker ones?”
“I’m not bothered, the lighter ones, I think.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Dave sold Ricky three pairs of shoes, but failed to arrange a date. He felt disappointed, as he felt she really liked him. He watched the three girls as they left, hoping they’d be back soon.
“He was a dirty bastard!” Ricky exploded. “He pawed my legs and stroked my fucking feet. I thought I would die when he asked me out!”
“Such are the drawbacks of being an attractive girl,” Sally said, as she convulsed with giggles.
“If I’m going to be a girl, I think I’m going to be a lesbian!” Ricky announced.
“Why?” Kayla asked.
“Because I don’t want a guy fumbling around with me.”
“Don’t make any snap judgements; you may change your mind as you actually get closer to your goal. Personally, I adore Pete fumbling with me!”
“Yeah, but you’re a real girl!”
“Ricky, so will you be, if that’s what you want!”
“I want, but I’m not sure if I can do this transition bit. I mean, it’s like I’m neither one nor the other.”
“Rebecca, it’s all in the mind. If you believe you are a girl, you will be a girl, regardless of little bits of flesh. The doctors and treatment will make the outside match what’s going in inside your head,” Sally said.
The three of them went into a Burger King and sat eating their order.
Four young men, they’d never seen before, approached them. They were their age, and dressed in hoodies and baseball caps.
“Hey girls, want some company?”
They seemed nice enough, but Kayla knew what she’d felt all those weeks ago, so she answered on behalf of the others.
“No thanks, we’re waiting for our boyfriends.”
The guys looked a little disappointed but shrugged and walked off.
“Thanks, Kayla. This is getting stressful. I never imagined it was like this,” Ricky said.
“This is nothing, but for now it’s enough,” Sally said.
After their snack, they returned to the Park & Ride and Sally drove them home. Ricky was faintly relieved to be himself again, although he seemed to have really enjoyed the experience.
“I dunno, I think it’s all a bit simplistic, it’s as if the clothes only make a slight difference. I know what I am underneath, and that’s what I want to change. I have a dick, which I do not want anymore. The bottom line is, I want my body and mind to be the same!”
Kayla smiled. She had felt the same way a short time previously. They sat with Ricky’s mother, discussing how the day had gone and how well Ricky had adapted. There was a lot to be done, not least of all, to get through school unscathed.
They decided to wait until everyone had left school, and then focus on what was important.
“So, you don’t want to go to the ball in a dress?” Sally asked.