Marie had encouraged me to find my feminine self and had spent hours showing me how to apply my makeup.
I could now apply it almost flawlessly, so much so that I think Marie was slightly jealous of my newfound looks.
One thing was really playing on my mind now, should I come clean to my mum and tell her about Kirsty.
I’d been Kirsty 24/7 for a week and I didn’t want it to stop.
“Marie, I’ve loved every minute of this holiday. You’ve been so understanding about me being Kirsty and letting me explore that side of me, but do you think I should tell my mum?”.
“That’s up to you darling” she replied.
Mum and dad had split up and gone their separate way when I was a youngster and was an only child.
Mum had never found anyone else to replace dad.