I finished my cup of tea and went to my bedroom to change out of my school uniform and into something nicer. I chose a short floral ra-ra skirt which was folded up in one of Cheryl’s drawers along with a black top, opaque black tights and my favourite ballet pumps. My hair still had a few kinks in it from the plaits Rita had given me so I left it down for a change. I redid my lip gloss before joining Mother in the kitchen.

“You look nice.” Mother said.

“Thanks.” I replied. “I found this skirt in one of Cheryl’s drawers.” I said as I ran my hands over it numerous layers. “I quite like it.”

“I can tell.” Mother smiled as she served my supper. “There you are Becky.” She said as she placed my plate in front of me.

“Thanks Mother.” I replied.

Later that evening I overheard Mother on the phone in the study. I wasn’t sure who she was talking to but I assumed it was Cheryl as I heard my name mentioned a couple of times… my girl name that is. A moment later Mother shouted me so I joined her in the study.

“She’s here now love.” Mother said to the phone, before saying, “It’s Cheryl.” To me.

“Hi Cheryl.”

“Hi Becky. I hear you’ve been out for the day.”

“Yeah it was great, Mrs Barnes took me to a working Victorian museum…… (blah blah blah)” We chatted for about half an hour as I told Cheryl all the ins and outs of the day, including the corset, the school kids, Rita’s suggestion the I work there on the weekends. “…and I don’t think anybody realised I was really a boy!” I added.

“Well of course they didn’t sis….” Cheryl replied. “…you’re well cute!”