Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2012 17:15:55 +1000
From: andrew crook <accrook@bigpond.com>
Subject: Cathy Pt 3 - TG young friends

Cathy. (Pt 3)
By Ms Nicole Smith

If you are NOT 18 or older, please
get lost and visit another web page instead.

It's not easy trying to write about a character who was
created having a voice impediment, especially with the
spell checker red lining numerous the spelling errors.

So at times you may have to read a sentence twice or
read it out aloud to make more sense of it.
- I apologize most profusely for the frustration.

THIS story is a complete work of fiction.
And because it's about a young boy it WON'T
have too much NASTY sex in it -

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The 3 of us had had an 'interesting' morning so far and mummy suggested
that we might go down to the park around 1.30 so I could try practicing my
walking.

"It's almost noon now" mummy advised me, "so until it's time for us to
leave and head down to the park, I want you, YOUNG LADY, to practice your
walking, downstairs for me" and with that, she placed the two shoe boxes
under her arm and proceeded to head back down stairs to the lounge room.

"Let's not risk the stairs in those heels yet sis," Annette firmly
whispered in my ear.

So I carefully stepped out of one and having not worn high heels
previously, proceeded to lose my balance. I would have fallen if Annette
hadn't moved quickly and grabbed a hold of me to allow me to regain my
balance. I tried to remove the other shoe while desperately clinging onto
one of Annette's shoulders.

"That's something to remember for the future Cathy" she advised me. "It's
better to be seated when you take off shoes with a heel that high, honey."

And with me now standing on my own two stockinged feet, she let go of me,
bent down and picked up the shoes, before handing them back to me, with a
flippant remark along the lines of "your shoes Cinderella!" and headed
downstairs leaving me to follow her to the lounge room, downstairs.

"Cathy" mum said to me. "This isn't a lessons break time. Put your shoes
back on and keep walking around" she told me.

I looked around for my pillow to put under me so that when I sat down, the
plug that mummy and Annette had forcefully had to push inside of me earlier
that morning wouldn't hurt so much when I sat down.

I looked up at mummy in a state of abject fear as I placed my hands
slightly behind me and gripping the arms of the chair and slowly started to
lower myself into the chair.

"Don't sit down for a moment Cathy," mum called across to me from where she
was seated. She then produced a very small black plastic box in her hands
and I suddenly felt a low and rhythmic throbbing inside of my bottom, which
must have shown on my face as a surprised expression, before quickly
changing to one of pleasure.

"Now, start to strain as if you want to have a big poop, and sit down
slowly in the chair Cathy" mummy told me with a smile on her face. I
started to commence lowering myself down onto the chair, straining to force
the plug out of me, when I felt the vibrations inside of my bottom increase
in there intensity.

I was so surprised at the feelings happening to me down there that I simply
collapsed onto the chair and squealed out a startled gasped as I felt not
only the plug force itself deeper back into my bottom, but that the corset
not having any give in it made the breath rush out of me.

"Dr Joan told me what the expression would be like on Cathy's face and what
would happen the first time that I did that to her, and she was absolutely
spot on" mummy happily said to Annette, before turning back towards me and
addressing me again.

"Ahhh...Not the way a lady sits down in public Cathy...Is it?" mummy
cattily said to me, before turning back and speaking to Annette.

"Dr Joan asked me to let her know if Cathy still had any feelings in her
prostate and I'd have to say that "THAT'S" a big YES, wouldn't you say so
too, Annette" mummy amusedly asked her before moving her fingers slightly,
which seemed to abruptly stop the lovely throbbing in my bottom.

"OH...by the way I forgot to tell you earlier Cathy" mummy said to me with
an amused tone in her voice. "That plug we put in your bottom this morning
has a vibrating attachment to it, also. I think I'll hold onto it for the
moment, but be warned young miss" she said as she turned it on and I began
to feel that low relaxing pulsing inside of me again. "It can give you
relaxing pleasure like your feeling now."

"OR....." she emphasized loudly and paused for a moment. "It can also be
used to PUNISH you" and on saying that, mummy twisted her fingers sharply
and I suddenly felt a hard fast pounding inside of me which started to
cause me some distress and forced a loud scream out of me, before she
twisted her finger again and the painful throbbing returned back to a
gentle a relaxing throbbing.

"Now, put your heels back on and start walking around so you can get use to
walking in them, honey" mummy advised me.

So I reached down and took one of the shoes and gently slid my stockinged
foot into it, then reached forward with both hands to put the strap through
the buckle and fastened it, before repeating the same procedure with the
other one.

Once the 2nd shoe was fastened, I placed my hands on the chairs arms and
use them to lever myself up into standing straight on my own two feet.

"Now, I want you to go out into the hallway and practice walking Cathy"
mummy told me "and I'll be out in to check up on every so often." so I
slowly started towards the hallway, using my outstretched arms for balance
and short steps to try to start a rhythm that I could use to make it easy
on me.  "And put those arms down by your side, Miss unless you want to be
punished" mummy called out to me as I walked past her and suddenly felt the
gentle throbbing in my bottom stop. She then turned back towards Annette
and began discussing some of the problems that had arisen this morning
asking her for ideas as to the answers.

Meanwhile I'd found my way out into the hallway, and started a regiment
like walk of 15 paces up and then 15 paces back down the hallway, all the
time trying to not only keep my balance, but also trying to find the best
way to put my foot down on the floor without the fear of having the shoe
turn in on itself and make me fall over.

The same continuous rhythm was starting to build my confidence up and I
could now actually turn on one foot and reverse direction. The clicking
sounds of my footsteps was also increasing in pace and I was starting to
enjoy the feeling of walking in high heels, when I looked up and saw
Annette and mummy looking at me from the other end of the hall.

"Not too bad Cathy" mum said to me as I drew up close to her. "BUT I want
you to see how you look to others as you walk along" and then mummy started
to walk back down the hallway and back several times, then on turning back
towards me came to a halt.

"Women simply don't walk that way honey. You need to carefully place one
foot slightly in front of the other leg in a sort of crossing motion as you
walk, like this" and proceeded to start to walk towards one foot slightly
crossing over in front of each leg.

She turned back around and commenced walking away from me informing me at
the same time that it was not only easier to keep your balance that way,
but that it gave you a wiggle in your walk, to provide free entertainment
to any men walking behind you, she told me with a laugh, as she walked up
and back a few more times to show me and so I could try to remember it.

"And when you walk, try lifting your front foot up more so that you are
bringing it downwards very slightly on the ball of your feet and your
weight will naturally allow the heel to land on the broadest part of it so
you will have a steadier gate. Now you try it honey."

And so I started to try and imitate what mummy had just shown me, and was
finding it a bit awkward to cross my legs over at the front while at the
same time trying to lift my front foot so that it came down in a slightly
forward position.

Mummy was calling out hints and encouragement all the while. "A bit higher
with that front foot step, don't forget to only swing your arms just a
little bit, try to make sure that when you put your foot back down on the
ground to do it in such a way that the front of the foot touches the ground
just before the heel of the shoe does. That's better sweet heart, now take
shorter steps and slow down a bit and remember not to swing your arms about
so much." Mummy called out that she'd be back shortly to check on my
progress and walked back to the kitchen with Annette.

********** What am I going to do tomorrow with out you around Annette?
Mummy asked her. "There's no way I could tighten the lacings on that corset
by myself," she commiserated aloud.

"Simple mum, get Cathy to wake up earlier and have a roster going so that
one of the girls can help you out each morning. I wouldn't mind betting
that both Maree and the panda won't mind doing it. In-fact, you might find
that they'd be keen to help, so then you have a pool of 3 to choose from to
help you out. If nothing else, it might make Maree think twice about
playing up like she's been doing lately especially if you threatened her
with having to wear a corset all weekend," Annette jokingly told her.

Mummy thought it a brilliant idea and wanted to know if Annette still had
any doubts about how her baby brother was going to end up living his adult
life, to which Annette informed her, that if there were another way to try
that would allow him to grow up as a male, she'd argue for us to try that
way.

But she had to admit that she could still remember all the fights, Maree's
face after I'd punched her one time, not to mention the tantrums with my
screaming to have my own way. "He was a selfish little brat admittedly" she
said. "And I have to admit that he appears to be happier thinking he's a
girl."

"Lets go back and check up on her then" mummy said to Annette, so they got
up and headed back towards the hallway. They peeked around the corner and
watched as I was walking away towards the front door, before turning around
and coming back towards them.

"Oh mum" Annette said to her, while trying to smother her laughter. "I've
got to say something to her. Her bottom is swaying about like a double deck
bus!"

"She looks priceless" mummy laughingly agreed.

"Don't make each step so high Cathy" Annette called out to her. "Make your
steps smaller and try not lifting your front foot so high." To which I
tried to comply with her instructions.

"That's MUCH better Cathy" said Annette while quietly uttering to mum, that
I was parading around and showing off my wiggling butt like a fashion model
with a pair of possums fighting to get out of her underwear, which had
mummy quietly laughing and tears rolling out of her eyes in amusement.

"I can remember when YOU first started dating darling. Those SO short
skirts and dresses and sneaking out wearing my best nylons and high heel
shoes. Perhaps you're right when you say that the fruit doesn't fall far
from the tree Annette. But I think Cathy's starting to get the walking part
right, don't you?" mummy said to Annette. "We'll give her another few
moments and then we'll try her in the 5 inch heels I think" mummy quietly
told Annette.

"Mum . . . She IS only 9 going on 10. She's MUCH too young to wear
stilettos. Besides, she might twist her ankle in them" Annette
exasperatingly told her mother.

"NOOO, I disagree with you Annette. Just look at her and she's trying so
hard and she desperately wants to wear them. Her legs must be screaming in
agony at the moment. Mine would be" remarked mummy.

"But I DO agree with you that unless she can prove to both of us that she
can walk in the stilettos confidently here on a level floor, then we'll
take her to the park but she'll have to wear the shoes she has on at the
moment. Fair trade off" she inquired of her daughter, who nodded her
agreement glad that her mother had seen some sense in the matter.

"Okay honey" mummy said to me as I was walking back towards her and
Annette. "Let's see if you can wear the taller heel shoes as well as you
can wear the ones you've got on now" and guided me back into the lounge
room, so her and my sister could help me on with the stilettos.

I was breathing quite hard and my calves were in absolute pain from walking
in the other shoes, but I didn't want to say anything, incase mummy changed
her mind.

So remembering what mummy had said earlier on, I tried to squeeze the plug
out from inside of me as I lowered my bottom towards the chair. Her advice
on how to sit down was actually right, because although I always felt the
plug inside of me and the fullness as it was forced back into me as my
bottom connected with the chair, the discomfort I'd previously experienced,
didn't seem to upset me so much now.

Mummy came over with the other shoe box and sat down beside me on the floor
and started to unbuckle the straps on each shoe, before sliding them off
me. She then took her hand and carefully moved it up my stocking leg,
feeling how tight my calves must have been.

"Annette, would you please come and sit down over here and help me out
putting these shoes on Cathy" asked mummy. As Annette came over, I saw
mummy incline her head towards my legs and heard her suggest to Annette
that she might like to massage my feet and legs for a while.

Annette started with the balls of my feet, pressing her fingers into them
quite firmly, which felt absolutely divine and elicited a sigh of pleasure
from me, before she started to work her hands up my legs, feeling how hard
and tight they were, while desperately trying to force her fingers into the
non yielding muscles, she looked back at my mother in pleading pity.

"Cathy, your feet must be hurting you honey" Annette said to me. "Perhaps
it might be better to try out these heels some other time" she said and got
a look of gratitude from her mother who was thinking the same thing.

"No thith, my legsth don't hurt a bit" I lisped back. "Letsth try them on
and sthee if I can walk in them" I insisted.

Then mummy looked over at Annette with pride, deliberately taking the right
shoe out of the box and sliding it onto my foot before tightening the
buckle strap, while Annette slid the left one on and tighten that buckle
up, before standing up and stating that she'd help her little sister to get
up, so she could try out her first really grown up shoes.

Mummy was silently crying tears, not only of joy, but also of love as she
could now understand not only just how determined I was to try to and
please her and how much pride she had in me, but also for her oldest
daughter's compassion and care in not wanting her baby brother/sister feel
that this was just too much of a hurdle for her.

"Now sis, give me your hands and I'll pull you up" Annette said to me with
concern in her voice. I felt her strength as she slowly pulled me up and
then moved in front of me and wrapped her arms about me to stop me from
swaying.

And sway I did. I felt as if I was on the edge of a cliff, as I tried to
keep upright, but it felt like my feet were on tippy toes. As Annette moved
back slightly and let go of my hands, I unconsciously started to flail my
arms about trying to steady myself.

"Whoa it's pretty steep up here isn't it little sister?" Annette gently
said to me, staying close in front of me incase I fell. "Don't try and walk
yet honey, just get your balance first. Your feet aren't use to the fact
that they have very little to support the stiff angle your feet are at
now. I'm here to catch you if you lose your balance Cathy." She let go of
my right hand and mummy immediately took it as they both moved to each side
of me holding my arms out to the side of me.

"It's a different world from up here isn't it sweetheart" mummy kindly said
to me. "Let's just try to stand still and steady ourselves first before we
take the big first step Cath."

As for me, I simply couldn't understand how people could walk on their tip
toes all the time. The backs of my feet were really hurting me, I couldn't
find my balance and I wanted sooo much to walk in these big shoes.

I tensed my body and took a first teetering step with my left foot. I could
feel my mummy and sister pulling on my arms on each side of me as if I were
a wishbone, trying to help me keep my footing. Then I tried to move my
right foot and again my left, then right, left, right until I was going to
hit the wall and I tried to stop and my body swayed forward and I loudly
squealed out. But I didn't fall, thankfully because my outstretched arms
tugged me to a halt.

I was breathing in hard short gasps each gasp ending in a little girlie
voice grunt. The back of my legs were really hurting, I could feel the
fullness of the plug inside of me and I felt tears starting to form in my
eyes and I started to sniffle.

"That's enough for today pet" mummy told me in a gentle and soothing
voice. "I think we'll get ready and go down to the park and let you walk
around in your other high shoes" she told me. "From tomorrow, we'll
practice every day for a little while in these big shoes till your perfect
in them."

"Pleeth Mummy" I cried out. "I want to pwractith some more, pleeth mummy
pleeth" I said in such a pathetic begging voice.

"Alright Cathy alright, you can practice some more" mummy replied in a
voice tinged with worry. "We'll head you towards the hallway so you can try
walking there and you can grab onto the walls there if you start to lose
your balance sweetheart. Annette, let's try and get her turned round to the
hallway direction. Now Cathy, Annette's going to let go of your left hand
and I want you to try turning yourself around to your right."

As my sister let go of my hand, I started to lift my left foot around
bringing my body round in short movements, using my left foot to touch the
ground and push my body round. Annette was following me around ready to
grab my hand. When I saw the hallway entrance, I put my foot back down
trying to stop my turn.

IT WORKED! Annette took my hand again, and I started to teeter towards the
hallway entrance. I was thinking that I was looking terribly un-lady like,
but mummy and Annette didn't say anything, as I brought myself to a swaying
halt with a loud and thankful sigh.

"Cathy I'm not sure that you should try and keep practicing today honey,
mummy said in a last ditched attempt to get me to stop, but she didn't keep
talking as perhaps, she saw the determined look on my young face.

"I'll walk in-front of her and you walk behind mum, and we'll do the
opposite depending on which way she's walking" Annette said to mummy.

I took a deep breath and started moving my left foot forward, followed then
by my right, and after a few steps, found that the quick I moved the easer
it came to control my balance. That is until I had to stop to turn around!
I tried to anchor my right foot and bring myself to a halt but although I
stopped I felt my body's momentum swaying me forward. I felt my mummy's
hands grab my waist and "slow down" come from her, as I was forcibly halted
and then tried to turn myself around.

I then started back the other way with mummy in front of me carefully
watching my feet. As we completed the return walk and stopped, the thought
came into my mind, that because the shoes made my heels seem so high of the
ground, why not try walking on my toes as if I was sneaking around. So as I
headed off again with Annette at in front, I purposefully tried to walk on
my toes.

This seemed to work as I was quickly gathering pace and finding the turn
around much simpler. I'd been doing this for several minutes, when I
suddenly remembered my waving arms, and I consciously started to lower them
and make my arm movements much shorter. "Good GIRL Cathy" Annette told me
as I also started to try and straighten my body up and try to look at a
point off in the distance.

I was happy that Annette was pleased with me, and wanted to ask her about
hot to stop the jelly boobies from bouncing around so much in front of me,
but I was a bit nervous to ask her, and was imply happy that she was happy
with how I was walking.

"But try bringing your weight off your front feet a bit and onto the rest
of your heel, just like with the other shoes. I frowned a bit at haring
that and started to try and follow her advice and occasionally started to
hear the familiar clicking sound as my heel touched the timber floor.

I continued in the same way for several more minutes and was enjoying the
sound of my heels clicking against the timber floor, when I looked up and
saw that Annette was still standing near the front door. As I walked up to
her end and automatically turned around, also realizing then, that my mummy
had stayed down the other end of the hallway too.

I was so pleased with myself and so I tried even harder with my walking,
which made the click clack of my heels sound even louder. "Mum, those
possums are fighting again. And look at her bust line. They're absolutely
bouncing all over the shop" Annette called out to her.

"Cathy," mum said in a warning tone of voice, but with a smirk on her
face. "A little less swaying of the hips honey." As I walked away from her,
I heard her remark aloud, "that's better, yes, much more like it." The
click clack sound of my heels wasn't as loud and I was relieved to feel my
boobies not bounce so much, either.

As I turned away from Annette and headed back towards mummy, I saw her
smiling at me and on reaching her and beginning to turn around and start
again for the front door, heard her voice.

"That's enough practice Cathy. Let mummy and your sister go freshen up and
we'll take you down to the park for a while. I think YOU might need to
powder your nose TOO young lady."

I waited as both Annette and then mummy went and used the bathroom, before
I went into the toilet. Mummy stopped me from closing the door and although
this was very unusual I simply started to roll my panties down to my knees
and then started to pull up my dress to my waist before lowering myself
down onto the seat. The ache in my legs started to ease as the seat took my
weight, and I et out a loud breath of contentment, when mummy stared to
talk to me.

"Are you feeling alright Cathy?" mummy asked, to which I said that I felt
good.  "What about your toilet. Do you need to poopy?" She asked me
concernedly. "Are you feeling any pain in your tummy or in your bottom?"
she insisted.

"No mummy, I feel fine, honesth I do" I solemnly answered her. "My legsth
hurt a bit, but besidth that, I'm fine . . . really. I started to reach for
my tiny penis and push it between my legs to wee.

Mummy kindly said "alright honey, mummy will fix your face before we go to
the park" and simply turned away and closed the toilet door, leaving me to
loudly sigh and wonder if the soreness in my legs would ever go away and be
the same again.

I tore off a few tissues and wiped my tiny penis dry before pulling my
panties back up and lowering my dress, before turning and flushing the
toilet. I walked out and into the bathroom to see my sister and mummy
touching up their faces and discussing the types of make up they were
using. I washed my hands and toweled them dry and waited until mummy had
finished and turned to me.

Mummy positioned me in front of her and gently dabbed my face with a
tissue. "Not too much repair work needed for you Miss. We'll just tidy up
those eyes," which she proceeded to do and just a touch up of your lips. A
girl can never have to much lippy Cathy" she said as she applied a fresh
coating to them as she dabbed the excess lippy for off of my lips with
another tissue.

"Annette, be a dear for me and pop upstairs and get Cathy's play shows for
me will you please" and then took the big soft bristle brush, that was
always left down in the downstairs bathroom and brushed my long blonde hair
back before letting it fall naturally into place, before she applied some
hair spray to it to make it stay there.

"You look like a princess" she said to me with a smile, as Annette called
out form the bottom of the stairs saying that she had my other shoes. "You
can wear these grown up shoes for a little while at the park, but we'll
change them for your normal shoes so you can go on the play swings, alright
Cathy?' mummy said.

"Yeth mummy" I happily replied and walked out of the bathroom ahead of her,
heading towards the garage. Annette was already seated in the front
passenger seat, as I opened the back door to get in. I carefully placed my
foot on the outside running board and pulled myself up into the back seat,
as mummy got in behind the steering wheel before opening up the garage
doors.

As we drove off, Annette asked her mum which park she was going to. Mum
quietly told her that..."When she was a young girl her daddy had taught her
a long time ago that she should never crap on the front porch," so that's
where we heading.

Down to the chase on the riverbank, as it had a lovely long flat footpath
and had a set of swings down there for Cathy to play on. Besides which, it
was usually not too populated down there at this time of day, either.

As mummy turned the car into a street that would start the slow descent
down to the river, I remarked "goody, we're going down to the wivver."

"Mummy, I wisth we could have more dayths like thith. Hasthn't been fun
today?" to which mummy replied agreed.

As the car finally came to a stop, I excitedly undid my safety belt and
opened the back door and started to wriggle myself down onto the
ground. The tight restraining corset was limiting my movements to get out
of the car, and the stiletto heels made me misjudge my footing, so that I
let out a short sharp squeal as I almost fell onto the ground, which only
my bottom, by landing on the running board prevented from happening.

Annette was half way out her door, when she looked down at me, shook her
head and remarked "Steady on madam. Take . . . your . . . time," as mummy
found her way round to join us. I managed to get myself upright, and closed
the car door before carefully negotiating the loose gravel and finding the
footpath, when mummy then handed me a shoulder purse reminding me that NO
girl ever walks out anywhere without a handbag so that they had somewhere
to put their make up and tissues.

Mummy and Annette walked behind me as we walked along the riverbank. A
minibus had pulled up in the car park at the same time and several elderly
couples were getting out of it and following behind us.

"Cathy, try making your steps a little bit shorter and not so high sis"
Annette said to me. I started to change my gait to what I thought Annette
wanted me to do and was rewarded by her eventually complimenting me on the
difference to my gait. "That's MUCH better sis, and remember to keep your
back straight as well."

"Cathy" mummy quietly called out. "Annette and I are just going to sit down
for a while sweetheart. Why don't you practice walking up and down the
river path. But stay within sight of us, won't you dear?" as they headed
over to the nearest group of seats.

I replied "Yeth mummy" and continued on with my walking practice. The
shoulder purse that mum had given was now on my right shoulder hanging down
to around my hips and me allowed me to have something to hold onto with one
hand, while my other allowed me to swing my left hand in a much shorter arc
and close to my side. I was coming up to a grove of trees and decided to
turn around and retrace my steps back towards the seats.

I walked past an elderly couple who had been part of the group walking
behind us, and said hello to them as I passed, to which the man lifted his
hat to me and the woman also said hello back. I was heading back the way I
came and passed a few other older folks, always remembering my manners and
smilingly saying hello to them, and was getting near to the car park again
when I turned around and decided that this time I would head towards the
seat where mummy and Annette were and sit down and rest my aching legs,
before they dropped off me.

As I was walking back, I noticed several elderly women had sat across from
Mummy and my sister and were talking to them. The conversation was
unbeknownst to me at the time but Annette told me what was discussed when
we got home and were alone for a while.

Apparently one of the older women remarked on the size of the heels I was
wearing and remarked how they made me tend to strut when I walked. She said
that she thought they were 5 or 6 inch heels at least, to which my mummy
confirmed that they were 5 inches high. Another woman in the group sounded
aghast at that and said that a 16 year old shouldn't be wearing shoes that
high.

Apparently mum smiled at them and proudly informed them that I was actually
only 13. She then went on to apologize, but explained it away by saying
that I had just started menstruating for the first time the night before,
so she was letting her have a few days off, and took her shopping this
morning and let her have whatever she asked for as a gift.

She then told them straight faced, that I'd immediately headed for a shoe
store and selected these stilettos and when she baulked at buying them,
suffered the usually hissy fits that only a young girl that was
menstruating for the first time could produce, AND she reminded
them. . .she had promised to buy her whatever she asked for.

"I" know she's too young to wear them too, but she IS going through quite
an emotional experience at the moment so when she told me she wanted to
wear them out somewhere, I thought that this river path would be an idea
spot. It's usually quiet with very few visitors around this time of the
day.

Apparently that had immediately gained the sympathy of all the older women,
who agreed with her that there was nothing she could have done under the
circumstances. It's just part of what being a mother and the burdens they
carry is all about they tended to say. But the make up, she doesn't look
anything like 13 one of the old boilers had remarked.

Mummy apparently sighed quite loudly and informed them all, that when
they'd got home from the shops and unknown to her, Cathy had apparently
approached her oldest daughter Annette, who she informed them was seated
beside me right now, and begged her to do her face and make her look
older. She then turned to me and asked me in front of these women why HAD I
made up her face like I did.

Annette was laughing to me that. She couldn't just shout out that her
mother was telling lies, could I Cathy she told me, so she'd explained it
away saying that she could remember what her first period had been like, so
she'd done what any big sister would do for her youngest sister. If she'd
known about the shoes she told the old biddies, she said there was no way
and she'd definitely have been against even letting her out of the house,
wearing them.

All the elderly women seemed to understand that and apparently told her
that she had done what any of them would have done for a young sister. One
of the old boilers had even said that it's not fair that mothers and older
daughters had to be punished like this.

Annette then told me that one of the husbands in the group had passed the
comment that this was all secret women's business to him, but that our
father was going to continue to spend a fair number of nights worrying
about where his daughters were judging by how I looked and how YOU looked
Cathy.

Authors note: This story is a work of complete fiction. I may come back to
it and add another chapter later, but perhaps I won't either. If you're
wondering though why I might write crazy storylines like this, it's because
it relaxes me. I'm now a fully functioning woman, and have been living a
life of a post operative transsexual life now for several years in South
Australia. o x o x