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A Losing Season - An Alternative Ending to Seasons of Change
Part IX
by Tigger
Copyright 1998

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maintained intact.

Based on the characters and situations presented in "Seasons
of Change" by Joel Lawrence, Copyright 1989.  This story is
archived in its entirety at:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Joel_Lawrence

This story represents an alternative ending to Mr. Lawrence's
story.  It is essentially a parallel universe story where
things start out the same, but follow a much different path
than the one portrayed in the original story. 

A Losing Season: Chapter 29. Homecoming

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
October 14 - Day 90

Dear Diary

Well, we got home late last night, and Michael's clothes were
back in the attic closet before bedtime.  That's okay, I
guess.  I missed my bubble bath in that rustic cabin. Showers
are all right for Michael, but Michelle likes lounging in a
hot froth of water and bubbles.

I have decided I am going to go to that dance with Dennis on
Saturday.  First of all, because I cannot think of anyway to
avoid it, and not call real attention to myself.  This one of
those times that it would have been nice if David was going to
school somewhere closer to New England than Illinois.

Secondly, because I have decided that, just as Jane and Caro
have said, I need to learn how to function in these situations
as a female.

And finally, because after Michael's *and* Michelle's time
with Karen, I am no longer as confused about who I am and what
I want.  I want what Eric has and what Caro's husband has - a
loving relationship with a woman who knows Michael and
Michelle, and who enjoys both sides of me.  I want children
who I will ensure grow up certain of their parents' love.  And
that leaves out Dennis or any other guy, even if I do find
being with them erotically exciting (which I have to admit to
myself that I have), because they cannot give me kids.

I am going to wear everything I can think of that will make it
difficult for me to get groped.  Don't know what Dennis will
think of if and when he tries to get cute, but that's his
problem. Mine is getting through that shindig without being
discovered.

Michelle Nash

~--------------~

Jane hung up the phone and sighed sadly.  She'd hated not
being able to commit to her friend, a judge in a midwestern
city.  Unfortunately, the case in question would require her
to take charge of the boy early in the New Year which posed
two problems.  First, if Michelle was still with her at that
point, which was still a definite possibility, it was highly
unlikely that the girl would tolerate, much less assist Jane's
program of petticoat-humiliation discipline.

"Jane?" came a soft voice at her open door. "Are you all
right?  Is there something wrong?" 

She looked up and saw a concerned Michelle peering in at her
from the front foyer.  Jane shook her head.  "Not really,
Michelle.  Just a call from a friend asking for help I cannot
give her."

Michelle walked across the room and sat down in the hated
chair on the other side of the desk.  Oddly, it did not seem
to have any power over her any more.  "What kind of help?"

You really don't want to know, dear, Jane thought wryly.  "Oh,
she just wanted me to take on a project for her, and I could
not commit to anything more as long as your training is in
progress." she said, attempting to sound positive about the
situation.

However, Jane had not counted on the almost empathic intuition
her charge seemed to have developed over the past few weeks. 
She simply looked at Jane for several moments, and then she
understood.  "That was one of the people who sends you boys."
Michelle said flatly.  "She wanted you to take on another
rehabilitation project."

Nodding wearily, Jane affirmed what Michelle had already
divined.  "Yes.  Judge Ruth is another of my sorority sisters
who now sits the bench of a juvenile court in a small city in
Ohio.  She has a boy she thinks would be ideal for the type of
retraining I have specialized in for many years.  But the boy
needs to be here sometime between mid January and the first of
February, and I just don't see how I can do it then."

"I see." Michelle said stonily.  "And this woman thinks you
can help him?  Has she worked with you before?"

Jane smiled.  "Of course.  In fact, she is the one who sent
David to me.  He originally was supposed to go to her court,
but the local DA was on a law and order kick, and wanted to
try David as an adult.  Ruth intervened, and with the help of
another judge, got David sent to me.  He either came to me by
way of Ruth's order, or the DA would have him in regular
court.  They had enough evidence to convict - mostly because
David had confessed."

"Is this the same type of thing?" Michelle asked tonelessly.

"You mean jail or here?"  Jane raised her hands to her eyes
and tried to massage the tension away.  "Appears so.  Ruth
thinks he could be salvaged, but not if he ends up in the
state prison."

"So why didn't you take him on?  I mean, it is what you do,
isn't it?" Michelle's tones were aggressively accusatory.

"What I used to do, Michelle.  You are here, and even if you
were not my first priority - which you are - I could not bring
a young man in here for my usual program with you living here. 
At best, you'd be sullenly neutral, and at worst, you could
undermine everything I was trying to do with him.  I know you
don't think much of what I do, Michelle, but having you here
trying to thwart me at every turn would do the boy far more
harm than good."  Jane shrugged, trying to consign the feeling
of failure away.  "Now, that is enough on that subject since
it is not going to happen.  Were you looking for me?"

Pensively, Michelle replied.  "Mmmmm yes.  I wanted to tell
you I had decided to accept Dennis' invitation to the Harvest
Festival Dance at his school, and wondered if you and Maria
would like to help me go through my closet and pick an
outfit."

"Of course, dear.  How about after dinner?"  Michelle nodded
her agreement and quietly left the room.  Jane wished that the
girl had not walked in on the end of that conversation or had
not figured out just what the "project" had entailed.  In any
case, her initial response seemed to support Jane's worst
fears.  Too bad for the boy, she thought sadly, but her
commitment to Michael had to come first.

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
October 15 - Day 91

Dear Diary

Jane's going to refuse to take on this student because of me.
I guess I should have expected that she'd be asked to accept
new soon-to-be-sissies while I am in residence, but it never
even occurred to me.  Jane's assessment of my reaction, I am
afraid, was dead on the mark.  I probably would have tried to
thwart her - especially now that I know just how hard she
worked to make those terrorizing outings of hers safe for us. 
And if the boy knew that there really was *no* danger, Jane's
power to accomplish anything, bad *or* good, would be severely
limited.

Only now, I am not so sure what I think or what I would do. 
Heck, I wasn't sure when I walked out of the study.  Jane was
too depressed, and it did not seem to be the "oh darn, I won't
have this boy to humiliate for my pleasure" type of
disappointment.  I think she is honestly sad that she won't be
able to "help" this guy turn his life around.  One thing I
have come to believe without question is that Jane *believes*
what she does with "her boys" really does help these guys.

The question I have had to ask myself is "Am I the only one
who, having been through her treatment, feels the way I do
about Jane's little program?"  I turned to the only three
sources I know - Bill, Caro's husband, Eric and David.

Evidently, I am.  David, who knows this judge, said she was a
square dealing lady who really tries to help the kids she has
to deal with to the limits of her power.  And he's already
told me that he is grateful to Jane for taking a chance on him
and helping him get past his problems.  Bill, of course, is
one of Jane's biggest fans.  He'd have to be, or he couldn't
live with what Caro does to help Jane.  

By the time I got through to Eric, I was more confused than
ever.  He just said, "Michael.  Jane's program did not work
for you. You had issues she did not expect and very firm plans
for your future that were completely incompatible with the
person Jane wanted to make of you.  Not only that, but because
of your attempt to take your own life, you never completed the
program. So, even if  you had completed her training and it
still did not work for you, all that says is that you are the
exception among us who proves the rule.  She *has* helped the
rest of us.  Just as she is helping you now that she better
understands what you need.  She may come on like a stone cold
bitch, but that is necessary for what she does, and covers, as
I believe you are beginning to discover, a very concerned and
caring spirit."

Yes, Eric, I have figured that all out.

Okay. . .so what do I do?  I am obviously a problem.  This
judge, who thought enough of David to send him to Jane, thinks
the same about this guy.  If she can't send him to Jane, it is
almost one hundred percent certain that he will go to jail,
which statistics say is not going to help him.  Everyone
_else_ who knows about Jane thinks her evil games are useful
and beneficial, at least they think that after the fact.

If I do nothing, the guy goes to jail.  I just don't know if I
can do to another person what Jane made David do to me!

I do _not_ need this in my life.

Michelle Nash

~-----------~

When the evening meal was complete, Michelle spoke up. "Jane,
could I please speak with you and Maria both?  Not quite a
time out, but almost?"

A hint of a smile shadowed Jane's drawn features.  "Well, that
certainly is clear. What does that mean?  You don't shift into
Michael-mode?"

Michelle nodded. "That's about it."

"All right. Maria, get the coffee and join us in the sitting
room."

They sat on opposite sides of the coffee table, Jane and Maria
on one side, Michelle on the other. Well, Jane mused, at least
I can tell the players on each team.  Us against her by all
indications.  Oh well. "All right, Michelle.  This is your
conference. What is on your mind?"

"How important to your program is the senior student?"

Whatever Jane had thought might be bothering her ward, that
question had been completely unexpected.  "Well. . . I am not
really sure.  I have only had two or three boys, including my
very first, of course, who were here for their entire stay
without an experienced girl to help guide them and to play
good cop to my bad cop."

"But Maria could do that "good cop" thing if it was necessary,
couldn't she?"

"As I have done in the past, I'll have you know, Ms. Nash"
Maria answered pertly.

"Jane. . . I don't really know if I can help you like. . .
like Beth helped you with me, but I am willing to try.  I
figure I will be going back to school during the day while
he's, . . . . or rather while *she's* being indoctrinated,"
Michelle decided not to say what she was really thinking, "So
I wouldn't be here to hinder your efforts.  If you plan it
carefully, you could schedule the harshest of your little
games so that my "good cop/guide" would be available
afterwards.  I could help him with his petti's and with his
other girl things, like Beth did for me, too.  I just don't
think I could set him up the way you made Beth set me up."

Jane had been completely unprepared for this type of
compromise offer from her one failure, from the one she had
almost driven to suicide.  "You think you can do that,
Michelle?" she asked softly.  "Because if we accept this boy,
he cannot have foreknowledge or nothing good will come of it."

"I don't know, Jane, and that's the God's honest truth.  If I
don't see the really . . . nasty stuff," Michelle saw Jane
wince at that, but had to give her the unvarnished truth, "I
think I can help without hindering in the type of limited role
I just proposed."

Considering the possibilities, Jane nodded.  It just might
work.  She could schedule most everything that really tore
down the male ego and shattered his overblown sense of pride
for times when Michelle was in school.  There was only one
thing. 

"It seems like it might be workable, Michelle.  Except one of
my most effective exercises that helps the new student realize
I am serious is to punish the senior student.  Recall Beth
going into her Raggedy Anne little girl clothes, and being
forced to play with little girl toys.  Normally, I don't have
to tell the senior about that - I just do it to them and both
students get the object lesson.  Could you, or maybe it is
closer to *would* you let me do that to you?  For some
manufactured failure on your part, in order to guide my new
student?  I won't be able to tone it down.  It will be as real
as if I were really intent on punishing you, and you will have
to take it like that for the lesson to be effective."

Maria piped up. "It wouldn't be so bad, chicka.  I promise to
sneak you a snack after the junior goes to sleep when Jane
orders you into your little girl jammies and sends you to bed
without your supper."

Michelle smiled at that.  "I can handle it, Jane, just like I
can handle going to a dance with a guy, or any of the other
things I have done in the past months.  I guess I have trusted
you this far, I need to trust you again." And then a glimmer
of a mischievous smile tilted her lips.  "But I will be
watching you, Jane. *Don't* enjoy it *too* much."

Everyone laughed at that.  "All right, I promise to try and
hate every minute of it.  Don't think I will succeed, but I
promise that I will try." she took a breath.  "And now, I
think we should go up and go through your closet.  We may need
to go to Mrs. Franson's if you don't have a suitable outfit
for the dance."

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
October 15 - Day 91

Dear Diary

I agreed to do my best to help her, and not to hinder her. 
Best I can do on this.  Maybe, as an observer, I can be more
objective about the process.  Who knows?

Jane told me that the harvest festival dance is actually sort
of a "barn dance".  Most of the girls go in jeans and plaid
work shirts.  That suits me just fine.  My one concession to
fashion will be a low pair of heels, since I do not have any
feminine boots.  The jeans will work just fine, since they
will make it much harder for Dennis to take liberties.

Michelle Nash.

"Michelle?" Jane called to her from the front parlor. "Please
sit down.  I have a question for you.  From our conversation
last night, you have evidently decided to go back to school
here as Michelle and not to return to St. Andrews?"

"Yes, Aunt Jane.  I will never again fit in at St. Andrews"
and here she swept a hand down her very feminine presence,
"now.  And if I stay here, we've agreed I need to stay as
Michelle."

"Very well. I will arrange for appropriate physician's orders
for you not to participate in gym class or have to go to their
school nurse for medical examinations.  Other than those two
situations, I believe you are up to the task.  Do you know
what you will study?"

"College prep - I am mostly done.  One thing I did not do at
St. A's was mess up academically.  I could probably pass the
equivalency tests right now, taking them cold." and then a
bright smile lit Michelle's face.  "And it seems to me, I was
told I needed to take Home Ec."

"Smartie.  All right, I will arrange everything right after
Christmas.  In the meantime, I will do what I can to fix your
records so that no one will question why you are showing up as
a female."

"Thanks, Aunt Jane.  I really appreciate all your help."

Jane watched her young charge sail out of the room with just a
touch of melancholy. She never would have believed that
Michael would be willing to meet her halfway on the subject of
another student, and he had come more than halfway.  Now he
was blithely planning a life with her into the future.  It
sounded surprisingly nice to Jane.  It had been a very long
time since she'd had a family.  Oh, she had Maria, but Maria
did not *need* Jane.  Michelle did.  Jane hoped that in the
fullness of time, she still would.

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
October 20 - Day 96

Dear Diary

I survived the dance, and Dennis survived his attempt to neck
with me after the dance.  But it was a near thing.  Oh, the
kissing was okay, and yes, it did make me hard again. 
However, when he got a little too cute, like trying to pull
down the zipper of my jeans and then pulling my hand over onto
his own hard-on, well, that ticked me off.

I put my hand on his crotch all right - right where it would
do the most good and squeezed rather hard.  Then I just
smiled, and asked him very sweetly to take his bloody hands
off me, and to take me home.  Which he did, lucky for him.

He failed in his obligations as a gentleman to see me safely
to my front door, too.  Could not get the hell out of dodge
fast enough once I was out the door and out of range of his
family jewels.

Jane would probably call this an "object lesson".  Michael
would probably have tried much the same stunt half a year ago. 
Would have tried to make the girl feel guilty that she had
"teased him" and then not "followed through on her promises"

Well, I did neither.  Any "promises" were *only* in his
fevered little brain.

I cannot say I like the comparison between Dennis and Michael
being quite so close.

And I am NOT going out with that jerk again.  I noticed
tonight that there were several of the other girls from
Wednesday's classes who arrived unescorted.  They danced to
their hearts' content, but when it came time to leave, they
did not have to deal with any overactive male libidos. 
Hopefully, they will let me tag along with them next time.  I
think there is another dance a couple of weeks from now, and I
really enjoyed the partying with the other kids.

Live and learn.  Being Michelle does have its little pitfalls.

Michelle Nash.


A Losing Season: Chapter 30.  The Future and Decisions

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
November 14/15 - Day 120/121

Dear Diary

God, what a mess.  I don't even know what to do or who I can
turn to.  Jane would just go ballistic, but there isn't
anything she can do without exposing me.  And nothing *really*
happened, it was just the intent.  That was more than enough.

It just pisses me off that those two slugs are going to get
away with it.

Just the facts.

I went to the Saturday dance with a bunch of the other girls
from Caro's Wednesday class.  Everything was fine - I was
getting a few dances in and having fun.  At about 10 pm I went
to the ladies room.  When I came out, I was ambushed and
dragged off into an empty classroom by two guys in ski masks.

I am 99 and 44 hundredths percent sure that one of them was
Dennis.  The other one held my wrists and forced me to my
knees, while "Dennis" undid his jeans and pulled out his cock.

They told me I was going to suck them both off, or they were
going to have to hurt me.  The one behind be was very strong,
and I could not free my wrists from his grip, and the one I
think was Dennis just started shaking himself in my face.

I tried to turn away, and so the one behind leaned down so
that he could make his threats in my ear without having to
speak loudly enough to be heard outside the room.  That was
his big mistake.

I snapped my head back so that the crown of my skull smashed
right into his chin.  He grip relaxed enough for me to free my
wrists.  Then I brought both of my forearms up into each of
their groins as hard as I could.  "Dennis" got the worst of it
because his testicles were out hanging free where I could see
them well enough to aim.  The other one was wearing tight
jeans that I think shielded him a little, but he still went
down like a rock.

I was out of there, running as fast as I could go, only to be
met by Anna and the other girls who had come looking for me. 
They saw the state I was in, and took me back into the ladies
room to clean me up and fix my face.

I didn't tell them the truth.  Only that two guys had
shanghaied me, and pulled me away to steal kisses and to cop a
few feels.  One of them told a chaperone, but by the time he
got there, the boys were long gone.  Just as well, I guess. 
As I said before.  What could we possibly do.

Anyway, I managed to convince everyone that it was not really
a problem - just one of those stupid adolescent things guys
do.  There was no harm really done, so could we just forget
it?

No harm.  Right. Bullshit.  I'm not bleeding and I did not
*actually* get raped.  It just *feels* that way.

This *does* however constitute another of Jane's object
lessons.  At least, that is what I keep trying to tell myself. 
As Michelle, I am perceived to be weak and vulnerable in ways
that I never would have been as Michael.  Never mind that
Michael and Michelle are just the same size, and just the same
strength, Michael would *never* have been attacked this way.

And Michelle *is* vulnerable.  I have to deal with that,
somehow.  I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes, I
see that boy waving his penis at my face.  I wish I had marked
the sons of bitches somehow, so that I could find them later
on.  I can't even be sure it *was* Dennis, and I have no idea
who the accomplice was.

So I cannot get even on my own.  I seem to be spending a lot
of my time worrying about getting even.  If this was Dennis,
that may have been his motivation, too.  Getting even for my
threatening and humiliating him after the Harvest Festival
Dance.  Guess that is an object lesson, too.  Being on the
receiving end of an "I'll show you" ploy is not very nice.

Michelle Nash

Jane watched Michelle covertly from the entrance to the
sitting room.  Something was bothering the girl and had been
bothering her for several days, now.  A spark had died in her,
and Jane did not know why.

"Michelle?" she asked, moving into the room.  "Are you all
right?"

A sad smile answered her.  "I am okay, Aunt Jane.  Just
feeling a little under the weather."

"Do you want me to call Nurse Nora, Michelle?"

Shaking her head, "No, thank you, Aunt Jane. I will be fine."

"Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you?"

"Nothing's bothering me!" Michelle snapped with far too much
vehemence.

Brows lifted, Jane looked at her charge.  "I see.  Well, if
you change your mind, let me know."

The girl moved so quickly, Jane was not ready to find herself
locked in a fierce embrace. "Thanks for caring, Aunt Jane."
she whispered, and then ran from the room.

Whatever was bothering her, Jane mused, it was definitely
something she wanted to try to deal with alone.  Jane had to
respect that, but she hoped that the girl would be able to do
so on her own.

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
November 19 - Day 125

Dear Diary

Jane is worried about me.  I don't know what to tell her. 
Last night, I slept without nightmares, although Michelle does
sometimes get lost in thought thinking about it.  Even that
has happened fewer times today.  I don't know why I am coming
out of it so quickly.  That is not the way my books on
psychology say women recover from this type of experience. So,
maybe it is the part of me that is mostly Michael that is
responsible, but I think I am coming to grips with this
incident, and starting to put it behind me.

Or is it just that Michael is able to ignore how he feels and
that is, to some extent, shielding Michelle who is feeling
very used, dirty and frightened?  Maybe both.  Of course, if
Michael ever slips and is forced to confront these feelings,
it could really get ugly.

God, I was *so* scared!

Still, Michael was able to protect himself, and in the process
was able to protect Michelle.  That means a lot to me, when I
allow myself to take a "male" view of the incident.  That was
pretty hard to do for a couple of days when the memories were
so overwhelmingly fresh.  But Michael "helps".  

Maybe this is part of becoming Jane's better balanced
personality - in some situations the male side of me is better
able to cope, and in others, the female is the stronger one. 
It is a matter of being both, and relying on both to see me
over the rough spots.

Each to his or her own strengths and abilities?  Makes sense
to me, but I still think this is going to bother me for a very
long time.  Hell, I even bought a can of pepper spray
yesterday, not that it would have been of any benefit the way
those two assholes got to me.  Still, as long as I can let
Michael deal with the worst of it, I can move on and I can
function as Michelle.

Wonder what Eric or Dr. Spinelli would have to say about all
this?  Probably say I am rationalizing and internalizing and
that it is going to bite me in the butt eventually.  Well, it
is my butt, and one thing Jane has taught me.  I have to try
to do things as best that I can.

In any event, I am not going to any more of those damned dance
classes.  Good ole Denny's mom might object to seeing her
little darling writhing in the fetal position on her nice
pretty dance floor trying to find his balls.

Michelle Nash

~--------------~

Jane kept casting looks across the breakfast table where
*Michael* was sitting, calmly eating his preferred morning
meal of yogurt and cereal.  She did not mean to be rude, it
was just that every time she glimpsed the young man out of the
corner of her eye, it surprised her.  She simply wasn't used
to having Michael at her table instead of Michelle.

The day was Thanksgiving, and Jane had planned a huge holiday
feast with all of her local friends attending.  After
reviewing the guest list, Jane had realized that everyone of
her invited guests was someone who was already in on her and
Michelle's secret.  That being the case, and since no one else
was likely to visit on a family holiday, Jane had offered to
let her ward attend as Michael.

Michael pretended to be unaware of the looks he was getting
from both Jane and Maria, just as he pretended not to notice
the lack of their normal breakfast banter.  Maria, who usually
found something to tease Michelle about, had only set
Michael's breakfast in front of him.  She hadn't even asked
him if he wanted anything different for a change.  As for
Jane, she kept her nose buried in the paper when she wasn't
trying to avoid staring at him.  She did not read him a single
amusing line or share any of the comics with him as she always
did with Michelle.

It was a bloody uncomfortable experience.  It had not felt
like this in Tahoe, but then, Tahoe was neutral ground.  This
house was Jane's private world, and while Michelle was a part
of that world, Michael was not.  After finishing his
breakfast, Michael excused himself, received only a nod from
Jane, and went into the sitting room to read.

Unfortunately, the entire morning went that way, with everyone
who showed up.  The only exception was Bill, Caro's husband. 
Sandy and Brenda Franson had stared at him in open mouthed
disbelief when Michael had met them at the door.  Caro had
wrinkled her brow questioningly, but at least she had broken
down and given him a greeting hug.

However, the absolute worst part of the morning had been in
the kitchen when he'd offered to help with something. He had
been very graciously and very firmly rebuffed and told to go
watch football with Bill.  Michael had not felt so alone since
David had left for college.

A very moody Michael sat stolidly in the recreation room,
staring at the television and seeing nothing.

"It's not you, you know." an amused Bill said gently.  "It's
them."

Michael snapped out of his fugue to look up at the older man. 
"I don't know what you mean."

"I saw the look on your face when Caro did not immediately hug
you as she does when she greets Michelle.  And I saw your
dejection when they chased you out of the kitchen just now." 
Michael turned his head away, afraid he would lose control and
begin to cry.  "Like I said, it's their problem, not yours. 
While they have all become very fond of Michelle, they just
don't know how to relate to Michael.  I don't want to hurt
your feelings by saying this, but they've forgotten that
*Michael* is no longer the insensitive clod who originally
arrived here.  They don't realize that their unthinking
rejection of you has hurt your feelings."

"How do you see that so clearly?" Michael asked, unnerved by
Bill's perception.

"Been there, done that, got the bra and the pantihose to prove
it." he quipped, drawing a laugh from Michael.

"*They'd* be hurt if I pointed it out, or told them how I was
feeling.  And I don't want to do that to them."

"So don't.  It is their problem.  Don't let it ruin your
holiday."

Michael became silent at that point, as he ran through what
Bill had said, over and over in his mind.  He did not want to
hurt any of them, but this *was* going to ruin his holiday. 
And probably theirs as well, he conceded.

"Excuse me, Bill.  I need to go get something."

Bill gave him a wave, and then smiled broadly at the
retreating back of Michael Nash.

~--------------~

"I think I am going to have to leave before dinner, Jane."
Brenda Franson was saying as the women sat around Maria's
table, finishing up the hors d'oerves for today's feast.  "I
really need to go to the shop and finish the last minute
details for my After Thanksgiving rush crowd."

Jane was about to protest, when another voice spoke up first. 
"Please don't, Mrs. Franson.  At least stay for dinner, and
then, if you really need to go work at your shop, I will go
with you to help you make up for the lost time."

The women all turned to the kitchen door to see Michelle
standing there wearing a green and red dress that Jane had
bought her for the holidays.  "Michael?" she asked, "but what
are you doing in . . "

"Michelle, Jane." her ward corrected.  "Do you see any
Michaels around here?  How about it, Sandy?  Do you?"

Sandra burst into laughter, and was soon joined by the other
women.  "Hell no, girlfriend.  Not a sign of one."

Michelle then entered the kitchen from which Michael had so
recently been banished, rubbing her hands together
theatrically.  "*Now*, is there any way I can help?" she asked
plaintively.  Five sets of hands reached out to drag her to
the table.

It was a great holiday, the best Michelle *or* Michael could
ever remember.

Excerpt: Michelle's Diary 
November 28 - Day 134

Dear Diary

What a wonderful day.  After I made the switch back to
Michelle, anyway.  Bill was right.  They weren't prepared to
deal with Michael's presence.  Brenda almost left, but she
stayed the whole day once I was Michelle again.

Just another thing I would never have believed back in July,
but today it was important to me that all of Jane's friends
relax and have a good time.  And for that to happen, I needed
to be who they expected me to be.  Actually, I gained far more
than I lost on the deal.  Michael could have watched *every*
football game, but he would never have been accepted into
Maria's kitchen domain.  That was special.  Besides, Brenda is
one of those people who puts the word "fan" in "fanatic".  I
got to watch all the football I wanted once we'd eaten and
finished the cleanup.

So I guess I am a different person than I was.  Even as
Michael, because the BJT (Before Jane Thompson) Michael would
not have cared a fig for the comfort of others.  Most
especially, he would not have given a damn for the comfort of
Jane's little cadre and *certainly* would never have willingly
become Michelle to ease their tension.

And, I also guess that, strange and impossible as that may
have seemed in July, these women have become Michelle's
friends, too.  Which was the primary reason that I changed.

The only real down-check on my day is that Michelle still
wears that darned body shaper and *that* tool of torture most
*definitely* makes Michael's eyes bigger than Michelle's
belly.  Oh well, everything tasted wonderful - what little I
could get down.  And, I am not as likely to get assigned extra
crunches and extra minutes on the StairMaster by Sonja after
my weekly Monday weigh-in.  Every silver lining has a cloud. 
Or something like that.

It was a grand day!

Michelle Nash

Jane sat in her den, sipping a brandy and watching as the
flames in her fireplace danced and flickered.  She was so
incredibly proud of that boy.  She'd realized far too late
that it had been a mistake to allow Michael attend the party
instead of Michelle.  However, once she'd given her okay, it
would have been churlish to order him back into skirts just
because her circle of friends did not know what to do around
the boy they'd all had a hand in making over into a girl.

But the young man (not a boy any longer, Jane reminded herself
sternly) had sensed what was wrong and had cared enough to do
something about it.  He had come so far in the past months;
had learned so much more than he'd ever known, had matured so
far beyond the juvenile delinquent who had been suspended from
his school and then deposited on her doorstep by his Mother.

She just wished he had come far enough to turn away from his
stated goals as Michelle.  But it was probably too late for
that now, anyway.

End Part 9


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