If I was going to live as Kirsty, I would need all the support I could get from her.

Marie pulled the car onto the driveway and we walked straight into the house.

Mum was in the kitchen doing some baking.

She rushed over to the two of us and gave us both a huge hug, as though she knew something was up.

“How was the holiday,” she asked”

“Fine” I replied, “can we go into the living room mum, I’ve got something to tell you”.

Mum looked at us both,

“am I going to be a granny,” she asked.

We all sat on the sofa in the living room.

“Mum, I’ve got something to tell you, and I’m not sure if you’ll understand what I’m going to say.

I like dressing up as a girl” I blurted out.

Without stopping I said