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~Subject: New TG: Transitions - Part One - (TS,magic)
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This is my second story. It is UK-based and as such uses 
British terms. 

There is no sex in this story, so those looking for that will be 
disappointed.

P.S. The story is NOT clich‚-free. I'm human.



Transitions
By Annie

Part One

Somewhere in the UK - 1982

Debbie gasped as she opened her envelope and read the 
exam results. Straight "A"s on 5 A Levels, and a "B" on 
French. She handed her certificates to her Mum and Dad 
and beamed from ear to ear. She had just had her 17th 
birthday and had worked hard for this moment for years. 
Mark, her boyfriend, sat beside her and squeezed her hand 
proudly. He had finished his finals the previous year and had 
entered University. He was reading Law. Debbie wanted to 
go into medicine. Her parents were clearly delighted and her 
Dad went into the kitchen and came back with four glasses 
of champagne! They happily toasted Debbie's health and 
looked to the future. As they did so, Debbie's mind flashed 
back to something she hardly thought about now; the turning 
point in her life.



August 1977:-

David Taylor lay back in his bed and turned the TV on. His 
bedroom was the smallest in the flat, which consisted of  a 
bathroom, kitchen, lounge, boxroom and double bedroom. 
His was the boxroom. It was barely 6' by 10'; just enough for 
a bed, wardrobe and chest of drawers. It was sandwiched 
between the lounge and big bedroom and so had no outside 
window of its own. But it was HIS. The first time he had 
some space to himself. After spending ten years in the big 
bedroom with his parents, his sister, Nicola, 18, had finally 
left home for her own flat, and the boxroom was given to 
David at the start of the summer holidays.

It was a Saturday night and almost 10pm. He flicked through 
the channels and settled on an old US teen comedy movie. 
He idly watched and let his mind wander.

David, if you had not already guessed, was not at all happy 
about who, or rather what, he was. His whole mindset 
seemed to indicate he should have been born a girl. His 
feminine interests and behaviour had resulted in few friends 
although he was a very bright student. He was 12 years old 
and was due to start Secondary school on Monday. He was 
kind of pleased with that. Primary school had been a bit of a 
nightmare. His parents has chosen to send him to a different 
school, a bit further away than the one that his primary 
school served. It was bigger and better, and Nicola had gone 
there too. His brand new school uniform hung on the back of 
his bedroom door, but David would rather have worn a 
different one, one with a skirt. The feelings he had went 
back to his earliest memories, and he felt depressed again, 
perhaps worse than ever. 

The movie was showing your typical US high school crowd 
having at good time at the mall. David spotted a shy blonde 
girl and identified with her immediately. He imagined 
himself going out with the girls and getting chatted up by 
the guys; growing up to be a woman and getting married; 
having children. It was just too much.

He was already tired that night because he'd spent the 
afternoon playing badminton with his cousin, Amanda. They 
had grown up together, being the same age, and were closer 
than he was with his sister, bearing in mind the age 
difference. Amanda was a pretty, if rather boisterous girl, 
who knew all about David's little problems. She sympathised 
and often joked with him about swapping bodies. 

For the umpteenth time, he again wished he were female 
with all his heart. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, 
dreaming his usual dreams in which he was a normal happy 
girl. 

		-----------------		
Somewhere, something heard David Taylor wish to be 
female for the 100,000th time. That's it, kid, it thought. You 
just got the big one. It concentrated for a second and, 
remembering that little planet's fondness for documentation 
and paperwork, finished off a few details. It turned its 
attention to something else..
			------------------

During the night David felt tremendously hot. It was coming 
to the end of summer so he just took it as being a very hot 
night. His bedcovers ended up on the floor as he tried to get 
cool.

He awoke at 6am and noticed his Mum had switched off his 
TV and bedroom light. He felt a bit cooler so he grabbed his 
bedcovers, turned over and went back to sleep. He brushed 
something out of his eyes as he turned over and settled 
down.

His Mum called to him at 11am and woke him up. David 
opened his eyes and switched on his light. He sat up and 
rubbed his eyes and froze as he noticed long golden blonde 
hair coming over his shoulders. He picked it up and stared. 
It was real. He jumped out of bed and opened his wardrobe 
to reveal his mirror. A younger version of his sister looked 
back. She was quite cute, with a little nose, round face, 
freckles over her nose and blue eyes. It was still definitely 
David in there, but the alternative, female version. He was 
about to look inside his pyjamas when he heard his mother's 
footsteps approaching from the lounge. Quickly, David 
rushed back into bed and pulled the bedcovers up, trying to 
hide his hair. His mother opened the bedroom door and 
stood in the doorway. She was about 46 and worked as a 
nurse for a doctors' surgery.

"Are you getting up?", she asked

"Mmmm", was all David could say.

"Well breakfast'll be ready soon. You know how much you 
like bacon sandwiches on Sunday. You'd better get moving". 
She closed the door as she went to her bedroom.

David rose again and took off his pyjama top. Two little 
teenage breasts stared back. He removed his pyjama bottoms. 
Female genitalia. He lay back in his bed, naked, wondering 
what to do. He had prayed for this a million times. Hoped 
that it could be possible for miracles to happen. And here he 
was. Or rather she. David's reverie was disturbed by his 
Mum coming back through from her bedroom. She opened 
the door just as David managed to hide under the covers.

"Come on. last call", she said.

David thought for minute. His Dad must have already left for 
the morning rolls, so it was just him and Mum at home right 
now. Dad was a manager for a construction company and a 
very traditional kind of father. Sunday lunch, happy 
families. His Mum was a very-open minded woman, and had 
all kinds of interests in science-fiction, miracles, magic and 
suchlike. Maybe it wouldn't be a total disaster for her. He 
steeled himself.

"Mum?", said David, in a voice slightly higher than his own.

"What?"

"I think you'd better see something. I don't know what to 
do."

"Are you ill?" said his Mum, concerned.

"Not exactly", said David as he opened the bedcovers.

David's Mum's mouth opened in shock and horror. She 
stepped back and held onto the door frame for support. 
Saying nothing, she went to the lounge.

David was very upset. He'd never seen his mother so 
shocked. He knew he had to go to her and try to find out 
what was going on. He picked up his dressing gown and put 
it on. As an afterthought, he picked up an elastic band and 
tied his hair back, hoping that that this might lessen the 
shock. He opened his bedroom door and went to the lounge. 
His mother was sitting down and trying to calm down.

"Mum?" said David.

His mother stared into his face. A mother can always 
recognise her own child.

"It really is you isn't it David?", said his Mum, "What the 
hell's going on?"

"I don't know Mum, I just woke up and this had happened."

His Mum was calming down now and trying to figure things 
out herself. She had heard him tossing and turning during 
the night.

"Open your dressing gown", she said.

David did so, exposing his female body.

"Oh shit", said his Mum, "It's real all right. You look just 
like Nicola, only six years ago. Take that band out of your 
hair."

David's long golden hair fell about his shoulders.

"Well, well. You make one cute little girl, David", said his 
Mum, beginning to see the funny side.

David was relieved. His mother seemed to be over the worst 
of the shock.

"I've always wanted to be like this Mum", confessed David, 
"Do you think it's some kind of miracle?"

"Possibly. I can't think of anything medical that can cause 
this.", said his Mum. She had heard David wish he was a 
girl many times before, but ignored them, hoping that he 
would grow out of it.

"It's certainly something magical. You don't just change sex 
overnight by accident!". She started to laugh.

"What is it Mum?"

"Sorry, David, but I've just remembered. It was a girl I 
wanted when you were born. I even had a name picked too."

"What, Mum?", asked David, eagerly, "What were you 
going to call me?"

"Deborah Anne"

"Deborah? Debbie?", said David, "Wow."

"Yes. And I guess it suits you now, eh? Your voice is even a 
little higher.", she laughed again. "We're going to have to 
do something about his", she said, "I'm calling Doctor Gray. 
We'll see what he has to say. Go back to bed and I'll call 
him."

David went back to his bedroom and looked in the mirror 
again. He was a very pretty little 12-year-old girl. Exactly 
how he'd wished so many times. He looked up to the roof 
and made a silent prayer of thanks to whoever or whatever 
had changed him. When he got into bed, his mother came 
into his bedroom and sat down on his bed. She smiled 
nervously.

"Well, he's on his way", she said.

 "What did you tell the doctor?", asked David

"Not much. Just that it was an emergency."

"It's not an emergency, Mum"

"Maybe it is, maybe not, but he'll tell us what to do."

David wondered if the doctor's heart was strong.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang and in came the 
doctor. David heard his mother talking to the doctor in a low 
voice and then heard the doctor.

"Katherine", he laughed, "Boys cannot change into girls 
overnight, it's completely impossible. Let's see what's going 
on here."

He opened the door and went into David's bedroom.

David sat in bed with the bedcovers up to his neck.

"Come on now David", said Dr Gray, "The hair's very 
pretty, but I don't think you should be doing this to your 
mother. Let's see the rest of you." He pulled the covers down 
and gasped.

"Er, well, let's see what's going on here!"

He examined David thoroughly and solemnly, inside and 
out, and stood up.

"You can put something on now", he said.

David pulled his dressing gown on and followed his mother 
and the doctor to the lounge.

The doctor sat down and rubbed his eyes.

"Katherine", he sighed," You have a healthy young 
daughter, and there is nothing wrong with her. 
Unfortunately, I remember her being your son up until today, 
and that is something I am in no position to explain."

David beamed.

"Is it permanent?", asked his mother.

"It could be. But then she may change back tomorrow; who 
knows. This is magic or miracles or something. I'm in no 
position to judge", said the doctor, "I'm going to get some 
rest; this has been a bit of an odd morning. See you 
tomorrow Katherine"

The doctor left, a little shaken.

"Well, I guess it's official", said David's Mum, "You're my 
daughter Debbie, for now. How we're going to deal with this 
I've no idea, but I guess you get the best deal, eh?"

Debbie smiled and hugged her mother.

At that moment they heard the front door open and their 
Dad come in with the morning rolls and papers.

Debbie looked at her mother.

"Dad!", she said, "What are we going to tell him?"

Debbie's Mum put a finger to her lips.

"Get your dressing gown on and tidy your hair. Come 
through when I call, OK?"

She took a breath and left the room.

Debbie got a brush and brushed out her long blonde hair, 
then sat nervously waiting on the edge of her bed. She then 
heard her Mum call her through to the lounge.

As Debbie approached the lounge door, she heard her Dad 
talking. 

"April Fool's day was four months ago, Kathy, and this is 
getting a bit tiresome. Where is David?"

Debbie decided to show him. She knocked on the door and 
her Mum said "Come in"

As she walked through the door, her Dad's jaw made a slow 
but inexorable movement south. Standing in front of him 
was a 12-year-old girl with long golden blonde hair wearing 
a white towelling robe which was a little too big for her. A 
little smile came to Debbie's face as she sat down opposite 
her parents. Her Dad's eyes looked her up and down and 
then deep into her eyes, verifying that this was indeed his 
child. Her Mum held her Dad's hand supportively whilst he 
slowly realised the obvious.

"D-David? What the hell..?"

"I just woke up this morning and this was me, Dad"

Debbie's Dad looked at her Mum. 

"It's all true, then?"

"Yes, dear", she said, smiling.

"Look, I need a minute two, David. Go to your room and 
wait there, OK?"

"OK Dad", said Debbie, a bit worried.

She slipped out and went to her bedroom. Turning on her 
TV, she heard her parents talking in the next room. She lay 
back on her bed and waited to see what would happen.

She didn't have to wait long. Five minutes later there was a 
knock at the door. Debbie rose and opened it. Her Dad stood 
in the doorway with eyes glistening.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course, Dad"

He entered the room and sat on the bed with Debbie.

"David.. This will take a bit of time, you understand.", he 
said nervously.

"No problem, Dad", said Debbie, smiling.

"So I'll try if you try. Just don't go too fast. I guess I've got 
another daughter then."

Debbie hugged her Dad with happiness and her Dad hugged 
her back.

"It's new to me too Dad, but I can't think of anything I'd 
rather be", she said happily.

"Your Mum said you've got the name we chose for you 
originally, is that right?"

"Yeah, Deborah Anne. Do you think it suits me?"

"Oh yes. You're a very pretty little girl, Deborah"

They both laughed.

"Right. Let's try to get back to a normal routine then. We'll 
just adapt things a little" 

Typical Dad, thought Debbie, a routine can solve everything!

He left the room and Debbie collected her thoughts, but 
before she could, she heard another knock at the door.

God, she thought, it was like Piccadilly Circus in here this 
morning!

"Come in", she said.

Her mum opened the door and entered the room.

"There's a few things we need to talk about, Debbie", she 
said, looking nervous.

"OK. What?", said Debbie

"Firstly, your school. You're due to start tomorrow morning, 
but I don't know what we can do. I think the administration 
staff are in this weekend getting things ready for tomorrow. 
I'm going down to see what we can do about your name."

"Well, I'm not going as David looking like THIS, Mum", 
protested Debbie

"No, no, no. You can't now. That's obvious. I'll just have to 
convince them it's some kind of mistake. When I get back, 
I'm taking you to the shopping centre to get you some 
clothes, OK?"

"Great!", said Debbie.

"OK. Come through and get your breakfast and we'll tackle 
the day. Tie back your hair. We've got a lot to do. You don't 
half make life complicated, Davi.., er, Debbie!"

Debbie smiled and followed her mother through to the 
kitchen, where her father was dishing out the bacon. He 
looked up and smiled at Debbie, who smiled back. He 
seemed to be trying very hard. They all sat down and began 
an unusually quiet breakfast.

After they'd eaten, Dad started to clear the table and Mum 
got ready to go to the school.

Debbie just went back to her bedroom and turned the TV on. 

Mum and Dad both left together and looked in to say 
goodbye. The same, silly look came across their face when 
they saw their new daughter lying tummy-down on her bed 
watching TV, smiling up at them.

"We're off now dear. Just don't go anywhere until we get 
back, OK?"

There wasn't a lot she COULD do until Mum got back, she 
thought.

They both left and Debbie ended up nodding off. She was 
woken by someone opening the front door.

"Hi gang! Here's your darling daughter!". It was Nicola, her 
sister!!

Debbie dove under the covers again, as Nicola opened her 
bedroom door.

"Hi creep. How's things?", she joked.

Debbie cowered under the bedcovers in terror. Her big sister 
was six years older and now working for an oil company, 
sharing a flat with a girl friend. Debbie had no idea how to 
tell her about this.

"OK", squeaked Debbie

"Come out, you twit, I haven't seen you for a week or two. I 
want to see you in your high school uniform!"

No you don't, thought Debbie.

"I'm not well, Nikki. Please just leave me alone.", said 
Debbie

"Where's Mum and Dad then? They wouldn't leave you 
alone if you were ill". Nicola spotted a bit of Debbie's hair 
sticking out.

"You sound funny. What are you hiding?", she said 
suspiciously, moving towards the bed.

"Nikki, please, leave me alone", pleaded Debbie

But it was too late. Nicola pulled the bedclothes off, and 
stood transfixed as she gazed upon a 12-year old girl 
wearing David's white bath robe.

"What the fu..?", she breathed, "Who the hell are you?? 
Where's David??"

"It's me, Nikki. I'M David.", said Debbie, nervously.

"EH?", said Nicola, "What are you talking about...". She 
froze as she stared at the cute face and saw that it really was 
David in there.

"David? DAVID?", she screamed, "You're a fu**ing GIRL! 
What's happening in this damn house??"

"I don't know Nikki. I woke up this way this morning. Mum 
and Dad have gone to try and sort something out"

"Let me look at you", said Nicola, still shocked.

Debbie got out of bed and let her hair fall on her shoulders. 
She hung her head with embarrassment.

"No.", said Nicola, "Don't do that. Lift your head, let me see 
you."

Debbie slowly looked up, terrified.

"*my god*", whispered Nicola, " you're gorgeous.". Then 
she remembered all the prayers and wishes David had made 
to be just like this. She smiled nervously.

"I guess you had your prayers answered then", she said.

"I can't think of a better explanation, can you", said Debbie 
and broke into a smile.

"You've got a cute smile too", laughed Nicola. She turned 
round dragging her hand through her long brown hair.

"Jesus, what am I saying!", she said, sitting down on 
Debbie's bed.

Debbie then told Nicola about the doctor and what her Mum 
and Dad had said. During this time, Nicola sat nervously 
biting her fingernail.

"Right, OK, so let me get this straight. You were my little 
brother David, but something turned you into a girl during 
the night. It's permanent as far as we can see, and you've 
taken the name Mum, Dad and me picked for you if you'd 
been born a girl, right?", she said.

"That's about the size of it, Nikki", said Debbie.

"OK. I guess I have a little sister called Debbie!", she said 
smiling. She held her arms out and hugged her little sister 
and Debbie's eyes filled with tears.

"Oh, Nikki, thanks. I thought you'd kill me or something", 
said Debbie

"What? I've got a sister I can hang out with now! And boy, 
when you get older, you're going to be a real fox!"

Debbie blushed a bit and giggled.

"I'm only 12, Nikki!"

"Yeah, but you're going to high school tomorrow! Jesus, 
they'll be expecting a boy!", said Nicola

"Mum's going to try and sort that out right now", said 
Debbie.

"Ha! That'll be right! Officials don't get that sort of thing 
"sorted out", said Nicola.

Just then the front door opened and in walked their mother. 
She looked up to see the two girls sitting on the Debbie's 
bed. A smile came to her lips, as she saw her daughters 
talking together.

"Hi Mum, look who dropped by", said Debbie

"Yeah, Mum, why didn't you tell me I had a little sister 
hiding somewhere!", joked Nicola.

"Oh Ha Ha!", said Mum, "Come through to the lounge, you 
two, I've got something to tell you."

"Sounds ominous!", whispered Nicola to her sister.

They went through and sat down while their mother took her 
coat off.

"OK, girls, It's like this. I went to the school to change your 
records, Deborah, and they have no record of a boy called 
David Taylor, and my daughter, Deborah is scheduled to 
start school tomorrow."

"Great Mum, was it easy?"

"That's the point darling", she continued, "I didn't have to 
change anything! It was all there in black in white!!". Their 
Mum left the room and got the cardboard box containing all 
the personal papers for the family. Birth certificates, 
marriage license, Premium Bonds, that sort of thing. 

"What's going on Mum", asked Nicola, puzzled.

"We may just find out right here", said Mum, as she rifled 
through the box. She pulled out a few pieces of paper and 
her face drained when she read them.

"Mum, MUM! What's wrong?", said Debbie, getting 
worried.

"Look for yourself", she said, passing Debbie the papers.

Debbie held her birth certificate, her Bonds and her old 
school reports. They were all in the name of Deborah Anne 
Taylor.

"I'll say one thing, kids", said their mother," Whoever or 
whatever did this is VERY thorough!". She smiled, realising 
that her daughter was now for real. officially! She was 
going to miss her son, although she hadn't seen him so 
happy for ages. If this was how things were meant to turn 
out, then she would learn to adjust. She thought with a wry 
smile that this wish-granter could at least have given her 
some decent clothes!! This thought spurred her into action. 
She stood up and spoke to her girls, who were still amazed at 
the names on the papers.

"Nicola, Debbie, we can see what's happened here now. I 
think we've got to get on top of this. Debbie's got school 
tomorrow and she's got nothing to wear. I think it's time we 
went uptown and sorted that out, yeah?"

"Count me out, Mum", said Nicola, "I'm on my way to 
Chrissie's house. But I'll drop by later."

"OK, darling", said Mum.

"Bye Mum. Bye Debbie", said Nicola with a teasing smile.

"Bye Nikki", said Debbie, smiling.

As Nicola left, Mum took Debbie by the hand and took her 
to her bedroom.

"Right, get out a pair of jeans, trainers and a plain white T-
shirt. At least you'll be OK in those.", she said.
Debbie quickly washed and changed into her clothes, 
noticing that they didn't fit quite as well as before. She was 
just brushing her hair again when her Mum appeared at the 
door.

"Come on David.", she paused, "*Debbie, Debbie, 
Debbie*", she whispered to herself. "Sorry Debbie, it'll take 
time. Ready?"

"That's OK, Mum", said Debbie, "I'm not expecting 
miracles"

"Yes you bloody are!", she laughed," But one per day quite 
enough!"

They both left the house laughing, and headed into town to 
wear out Mrs Taylor's credit cards.


Part Two


It was already 3pm on a Sunday afternoon and so they only 
had a couple of hours to get Debbie her new stuff. Her Mum 
took her to Debenhams, one of the better department stores 
for her school stuff. The only thing that she would be able to 
keep was the tie! She would need a girl's blazer, a couple of 
navy skirts, a few blouses, socks, tights, and a mound of 
underwear. Her sports kit had to be replaced too. White tops 
and shorts, hockey and tennis skirts, swimming costume in 
the school colours, not forgetting shoes and a coat or two. 
The till just kept ringing.

"Last minute, eh?" said the shop assistant, taking Mrs 
Taylor's store card.

"Kind of", said Debbie's Mum," My daughter has just 
changed schools and I forgot to replace her uniform!"

Debbie just smiled.

4pm. Next stop Etam  and Dorothy Perkins. A variety of 
stuff was bought. Jumpers, leggings, skirts, and even a dress 
or two.
Debbie's Mum would suggest something and Debbie would 
just say yes or no. Debbie thought her Mum probably knew 
better. The shop girls thought this was very funny. Must be 
her birthday or something! If only they knew!

5pm.Closing time. Debbie was struggling with carrier 
bags, as was her mother. They made it to the car and sat 
inside, shattered.

"Well, let's hope we didn't forget anything!", said her Mum.

"Really, Mum, I don't think so!"

"Let's get home for tea. We can sort this lot out later", said 
her Mum, starting the car.

When they got home, Debbie's Dad was in, and helped them 
in with their baggage. Debbie noticed that her father was 
trying not to stare her directly in the face. He was still 
finding it hard to come to terms with. Inwardly, she 
sympathised with both her parents. She had been so wrapped 
up in the wonder of it all and how happy she was that she 
hadn't really thought about their feelings that much. She 
was adapting quite well, but her parents were having to very 
quickly accept another daughter in place of a son. Dad must 
be feeling it the most, she thought. He didn't have a little 
boy anymore. Her Mum was coping by taking everything at 
face value and doing what she did best, shopping! Debbie 
was determined to show them that she loved them both just 
as much, if not more than before.

Dad went back into the lounge and Debbie and her Mum 
went into her bedroom to start sorting things out.

"Right, don't touch those bags yet! I'm going to get some 
boxes from the shed", she said, "Start pulling your boys 
clothes out, but you can keep your T-shirts and things like 
that."

Debbie cleared her bed and pulled what little clothes she had 
out of her wardrobe and onto the bed. She then opened her 
chest of drawers and pulled out her jumpers, shirts and 
underwear. Her Mum appeared at the door carrying four or 
five boxes.

"Right, pack them neatly", she said, "Shirts, this box, 
trousers this one"

Yep, thought Debbie, Mum's way of dealing with it was to 
accept everything unquestionably. She now had a young 
daughter to look after, and these boys things were just in the 
way.

After almost an hour, all her old clothes had been neatly 
packed , leaving big gaps ready for her new things.

"OK, Debbie", said her mother, "We're going to put these 
boxes out in the shed. If this is all temporary and things go 
back to normal, you'll still have them"

Debbie frowned. What did her mother know about normal?

They piled the five boxes up in the shed and closed the door.

"Right", said her Mum, "Time for fun!"

They went back into the house and started opening the bags. 
First was her school stuff. Debbie and her Mum started 
taking off labels and Debbie tried everything on to make sure 
it fitted. After trying them on, she hung them up carefully. 
As she went along, her Mum kept her right about what went 
with what, and what underwear she would need for a 
particular outfit. The casual clothes came next, and they 
were more fun. Little mini-skirts, court shoes, and even a 
cute dress; it was all bit much for Debbie. This was dress-ups 
plus! But it wasn't really like that, because it was just 
making sure they fitted.

It was almost 7pm and everything had been checked, tried 
on and hung up or folded away. Debbie was standing naked, 
wearing just her white bath robe. Her last boys clothes lay at 
her feet.

"OK, darling," said her Mum, "Now put your uniform on 
properly and let me see you." She left for the lounge and left 
Debbie to get on with it.

Debbie scratched her head and remembering what her Mum 
had told her, looked out what she needed. She picked a pair 
of  white cotton panties and training bra and put them on, 
enjoying the new feelings they produced. Next came her 
white cotton blouse. She picked out a pair of white socks and 
put them on. Then it was the biggie. The school skirt she'd 
dreamed of wearing so many times. She picked up the lined 
navy knee-length skirt and slipped it on. So what? , she 
thought, it's only what I should be wearing! After tying her 
school tie she put her blazer and shoes on and tied her hair 
back with a hair band into a ponytail. She opened her 
wardrobe door and braced herself. 

There she was. Debbie Taylor, schoolgirl. She sat down on 
the bed, momentarily overjoyed, but a realisation came over 
her that this was HERSELF, not a dream, or dressing up or 
anything. This was how she would be from now on. She 
calmed down and stood again. This time all she did was 
check her appearance and nodded to her reflection. She had 
achieved her dream, now it was time to get back to a normal 
life.

She walked through to her parents in the lounge and stood in 
front of them.

"Well, what do you think?", she said, doing a little twirl.

Her Dad sat forward, jaw agape again, whilst her Mum 
covered her mouth with her hand and drew a little breath.

"Well say something!", said Debbie

They simultaneously rose and went to their new daughter 
and the three hugged. Debbie and her Mum had tears 
streaming down their faces, but her Dad, she noticed, just 
looked very, very proud! After a minute or two they pulled 
themselves together and sat down.

"Davi.. I mean Debbie", corrected her Dad, "I  think I 
understand now. All I can say is. I love you very much and 
we'll do our best to get used to this, OK?"

"Sure Dad!", beamed Debbie

"Sweetheart, you look amazing. I hope you'll cope at school 
tomorrow", said her Mum

"I think I will. After all, it's new to ALL of us!"
"I suppose so", smiled her Mum, "Go get changed now and 
hang your uniform up, it's nearly bathtime."

"OK"

Debbie went towards her bedroom and almost got bowled 
over by Nicola, who came in the front door. 

"Debbie!!! My God, look at you!!", she yelled

"OK, Nikki", said Debbie, embarrassed, "Don't yell the 
place down!"

"Shit! You look better than I did. Not fair!!"

"I'm taking it off now, so get your last look", said Debbie, 
doing another little twirl.

"Get out of here!", laughed Nicola, "I'll talk to you in a 
minute!". She went through to the lounge.

Debbie took off her clothes and hung them up carefully. She 
put her bath robe on and brushed her hair again. She went 
through to her Mum and Dad's bedroom to get clean towels 
and when she got back, Nicola was sitting on her bed, 
looking at the sales receipts.

"Jesus! Mum spent THIS much on you?", she said.

"I think it was half necessity and half exuberance!", said 
Debbie

"Well, anyway, I got you this", said Nicola, taking a small 
jewel case out of her bag.

Debbie took the box and opened it. It was a long gold chain 
with a gold letter "D" on the end.

"Wow, Nikki, thanks", said Debbie

Nicola leaned over and squeezed Debbie's hand.

"I wanted to get you something. It's not everyday you get a 
little sister to spoil!"

"This means a lot, Nikki, thanks", said Debbie. She meant 
it.

"Just you take it easy at school tomorrow. Don't break any 
hearts! Let me know how you got on, OK?", said Nicola, 
smiling.

"OK Nikki. Bye"

"Bye. sis!"

They giggled as Nicola left. 

It was weird. Nicola was always distant to her little brother, 
but since this morning she'd been acting like they were 
really close!

She grabbed her towels and went through to the bathroom, 
passing her mum and dad, who gave her a little smile as she 
passed, but didn't fuss. Debbie was glad. Too much attention 
today, definitely. She ran the bath and stripped off, locking 
the bathroom door. 

Before she got into the bath, she stopped. She then realised 
that she hadn't really looked "down there" very closely yet!
She sat on the thick bathroom carpet and bent over. She 
couldn't see much and so she got a hand mirror. Wow, she 
thought, so that's what it looks like! She'd grown a little 
hair, but not enough to cover her view. She wondered what 
was inside, but decided against doing that until she'd spoken 
to someone about it. She got into the bath and felt the warm 
water soothe her skin. She let out a long, relaxing breath as 
she finally settled into her new body.

After her bath, she returned to her bedroom and dried off. 
Her hair took forever to blow dry, she thought! Just then her 
Mum came to her bedroom door and knocked. Debbie picked 
up her robe, covered herself quickly and said "Come in"

Her Mum smiled as she came in.

"Hi darling. How are you getting on?"

"Oh, fine I think." said Debbie, "I'll get used to it."

"We've never had to talk about girl's things before, Debbie, 
but if you have anything you want to ask, don't be afraid. I 
am a nurse you know!"

"I will, Mum.", said Debbie, "But I think I know some of it"

"OK. I've got a little surprise"

Debbie didn't know if she could take much more surprises!

From behind her back, Debbie's Mum brought round a bag 
she'd bought that afternoon, but had kept to herself, until 
now. Debbie took it nervously, and opened it, and took her 
present out. It was three, count them, THREE, white satin 
nighties, which had little shoulder straps and came down to 
just above the knee.

"Oh Mum", said Debbie, "They're just gorgeous!"

"Well, you couldn't really wear those old blue pyjamas, now 
could you!"

"Yes I could", said Debbie, "But these will be much better", 
she smiled.

Debbie dropped her robe and pulled one on.

"Perfect!", said her Mum, "Right, into bed, it's 10pm, 
you've got big day tomorrow. In more ways than one!"

Debbie hung up her robe and slipped into bed. Slipped was 
right! The silky material made her slide almost out the other 
side, but gosh, did it feel good! Her mum sat on the bed.

"Thanks for this, Mum! Do you think we'll adjust to all 
this?"

"I think we came a long way today, don't you think?", she 
said.

"But you know I've always wished for this, don't you?"

"Yes, even though I tried not to hear. Maybe you wished one 
time too many!"

"Or enough times to make it stick, eh?"

"Yeah!", she laughed, "and now I've got another 
daughter!!". Debbie's Mum stroked her daughter's cheek. 
"You're still my baby, no matter what you look like. I guess 
we just have to try and forget David"

"No, Mum, don't.", said Debbie, "David is still a big part of 
me. I have his memories. The good times, the bad times. 
You can't take that away. We just have to think to the future, 
that's all"

Her mother looked down at her daughter. She looked so 
young and vulnerable, but there was a strong mind and a 
strong intelligence burning within. She had to agree. The 
future for this girl looked rosy indeed. David had always 
been bright, but his isolation and moods had worried her and 
her husband for years. She had even wondered if he would 
turn out to be gay, because she would hear him talking to 
himself sometimes at night, wishing he were a girl. She felt 
powerless then. But now look at her! Since this morning she 
practically glowed with health. 

"Mum?", said Debbie

"Sorry, darling, just thinking!". She leaned over and kissed 
Debbie's head, brushing her hair back. At that moment, her 
Dad came through.

"Are you going to get some sleep, Debbie?", he smiled.

Debbie! she thought. He's coming round!

"Just about to Dad", she said smiling.

"OK, well, see you in the morning.". There was a pause. "I 
do love you, Debbie.", he said, and smiled. He left for the 
lounge.

"See", said her Mum, "It's happening!"

"Night Mum", said Debbie

"Night, dear. See you in the morning"

Her Mum turned the light off and closed the door.

As Debbie settled down into her bed, she thought about her 
day, and how the next would be. She realised she was 
terrified.


"7'o'clock, sweetheart", said her Mum.

Debbie's eyes opened slowly. She could smell hot toast. 
Oh God, school!, she thought.
There was a knock at the door.

"Come in", said Debbie 

Her bedroom door opened and her Mum came in and turned 
the light on.

"Come on, sleepy, first day of term!"

Debbie was afraid to move in case the previous day had been 
a dream.

"Are you going to move, or what, Debbie?", said her mother.

Debbie sat up and smiled. It was no dream!

She got up, washed, and dressed quickly and joined her 
parents for breakfast. The cereal and juice woke her up fully 
and she planned out her day in her head. Although she 
pretended not to notice, her Mum and Dad had been 
sneaking little glances at her. It must be odd to share 
breakfast with a little blonde schoolgirl!

"Are you going to be OK, Debbie?", asked her Dad, "Do you 
want a lift to school?"

"Yes, I'll be OK, Dad, and no, I want to walk"

"Are you sure, dear?", asked her Mum

"Positive."

Debbie finished breakfast and looked at the time; 8.00am. 
She put her blazer on, grabbed her schoolbag and went to 
her parents. She gave them both a little kiss on the cheek 
and left for school.

It was about a mile to school and Debbie decided she needed 
it all to get her head together. Her skirt made the walk feel 
very different, and her ponytail tugged on her head as she 
walked. She was glad that she wouldn't have to see the 
people from her old school. This would be too much for any 
of them, if they even recognised her. But she'd never been a 
girl before yesterday. She had no idea if they did anything 
different in gym, or swimming or other stuff. She shook her 
head. Of course there would be differences, but she was as 
new to this school as the other girls... it would all pan out.

The school lay ahead, and the closer she got, the greater the 
number of pupils heading for it. Her heart started to beat 
faster. Some of the pupils seemed much older! She was used 
to being in primary 7, where they were the oldest kids in 
school. Now she was the baby again! She entered the large 
iron gates and walked up the driveway to the school. There 
large green areas to left and right and a large statue of 
someone famous stood in front of the school. There seemed 
to be about five doors! Thankfully, most people seemed to be 
heading for the larger of the five, and so she followed. At 
last, she entered the school. What a noise! What seemed like 
hundreds of kids were going in all directions. She saw a big 
sign on the wall; "1st Year New Pupils to Assembly Hall", 
and a big arrow pointing the way. As she made her way 
down the corridor, she became aware of some of the 1st year 
boys looking at her with admiration. She couldn't help 
blushing. Debbie entered the assembly hall which looked 
like a small theatre and saw some signs on the wall. The 
boys were to sit at one side, the girls on the other. Debbie did 
as she was told and sat down about four rows back. The hall 
filled up very quickly and soon there was little space left. A 
couple of girls sat down beside her and said "Hi". Debbie 
went kind of shy and said "Hi" back. Before the headmaster 
came in, they had introduced themselves as Karen Stewart 
and Sandra Turner. They seemed very nice, and had come 
from Union Road Primary, one of the better schools. Soon 
they were chatting away about this and that. It was obvious 
that they were all glad to have found friendly people so 
quick.

It was 9am. The school bell rang, and the headmaster 
entered the hall and went onto the stage. He launched into a 
typical speech about "tradition" and "standards" before 
announcing that our classes would be made up by calling our 
names and then going to a classroom with our class teacher. 
He started calling names and Debbie waited. For one 
horrible minute she wondered what she would do if the 
headmaster called out David's name! He started with class 1, 
obviously, announcing names alphabetically. Debbie and her 
new friends waited. He had reached class 3 and then he 
announced Karen Stewart's name. He then called out 
"Deborah Anne Taylor". Debbie's heart leaped to hear her 
new name again and she went to the front to join the others. 
The last girl's name was Sandra Turner. Debbie was pleased 
that the three of them were going to the same class. 

The class was led down a corridor by their class teacher to 
one of the French classrooms, where they were told to choose 
their own seats. Quickly, Debbie, Karen and Sandra grabbed 
three seats together at the back. Debbie noticed the attention 
she received from both the boys and the girls. Well, she 
thought, she was one of the prettiest, no doubt. If she played 
this right, she would be a very popular girl!

Once they had all sat down, they were given their homework 
notebooks and timetables, and given little tasks, such as 
writing up their timetables by colour and filling out little 
forms. Debbie only once almost wrote David, but caught 
herself after the first letter, luckily! After that they were 
taken for a tour round the school. It was soon breaktime and 
the girls made their way to the school cloakrooms, where 
they could sit with the other girls and talk about their 
morning. She was really enjoying it, and almost forgot all 
about her drama of the last two days. She was just a normal, 
happy little girl. Some of the other girls came over and said 
"Hi". Debbie wasn't daft. They were trying to get in good 
with the pretty girls! Some were shallow and irritating, but 
she made a few more friends along the way. 
Before long it was time to go back and the three friends went 
to their next class, English. Debbie loved English. It never 
seemed like work. The teacher, Mrs Watson, had been at the 
school for a while and was one of the more popular teachers. 
She was about the same age as her Mum. She took a note of 
everyone's name and address and where they were sitting. 
At Debbie's name, she looked up.

"Deborah Taylor? Where are you?", she asked.

"Here", said Debbie, raising her hand.

"Hmmm, not related to a Nicola Taylor are you?"

"Yes, she's my sister", said Debbie, slightly worried.

"Oh, of course, I should have seen it!", she said, smiling, 
"You look very similar, apart from the hair colour, that is. I 
taught her A Level year. Very good student. I hope you'll be 
as good, Miss Taylor?"

"I'll try", said Debbie, smiling.

"You never said your sister came here too, Deb!", whispered 
Karen

"Yeah, but you don't shout about it!", said Debbie, "There 
may be some teachers here that didn't like Nikki so much!"

"Nikki and Debbie!", groaned Sandra, "Sounds like a pair of 
game show hostesses!"

The girls giggled.

English went by quick. The lessons weren't due to start 
properly until the next day. This was more like a get-to-
know-you day. Maths came next. Debbie hated Maths. It was 
a long 40 minutes. 

Lunchtime came at last, and because her parents worked, 
Debbie took school meals. The other girls went home for 
lunch and so they agreed to meet up in the playground at 
1.30pm. She took her place in the queue and waited. 
Suddenly her heart froze as a familiar figure approached. It 
was Chris Smith! A guy from her old school. He was an OK 
guy, but she was terrified he'd recognise her! He stood 
beside her in the queue and waited. Debbie felt her legs 
going. 

"Are you OK?", said Chris.

"Er. I'm just a bit tired, that's all", blurted out Debbie.

"Oh, OK. My name's Christopher Smith, Chris for short. 
What's yours?"

Oh God!, thought Debbie, now he's trying to chat me up! 
Suddenly a calm came over her. Why not?, she thought, let's 
see what happens.

"I'm Deborah Taylor. Debbie for short!"

"OK Debbie, nice to meet you.", he paused, "You're not 
related to a David Taylor are you? He was a guy at my 
primary school. You look a bit like him"

Debbie's heart did a leapfrog. She swallowed, and said the 
first thing that came into her head.

"He's my cousin actually, but he moved to Wales in the 
summer."

"Yeah? That's cool"

He seemed to have taken that explanation OK. He was being 
quite nice actually.

"How did you know David?", she asked, getting a bit more 
confident.

"Oh, not much. Just to see in the corridor. Kept himself to 
himself mostly. Bit of a swot."

Debbie grinned.

"Sounds like David.", she said.

"I'm in I/1, what class are you in?"

"I/3"

"I saw you with your friends earlier. Are they around?"

"No, they go home for lunch"

"Oh, right. Do you want to sit together then? I could use a 
little company!"

Debbie paused. Chris fancied her! No question. It was a 
weird feeling, but she was in control. He was friendly 
enough.
"OK!"

"Great!"

She looked Chris over using her girl's eyes this time. He was 
a little taller, with medium brown hair and brown eyes. He 
had a nice smile.

Meanwhile, Chris was looking Debbie over again. He'd seen 
her enter the assembly hall that morning and she'd taken his 
eyes instantly. She seemed shy but excited. She was very 
pretty, with her little blonde ponytail and blue eyes. Her 
smile blew him away.

Suddenly it was their turn in the meal queue. Debbie went 
first. Well, she thought, what did you expect? Cordon Bleu? 
She grabbed something with plenty of chips and sat down in 
the hall. Chris joined her  a couple of minutes later.

"I think hospitals have better food!", he said.

"I guess so", giggled Debbie.

They talked through lunch and Debbie found herself liking 
Chris. He was funny and warm, and obviously fancied her 
rotten. When they finished they walked out into the warm 
summer air.

"Well, Chris, thanks for the company!", said Debbie

"Where are you going?"

"I'm meeting my friends in five minutes"

"OK, see you tomorrow?"

"We'll see", she said as she ran towards the back gates.

Chris smiled to himself. She liked him.

Debbie went to the phone box behind the school and called 
the doctor's surgery where her Mum worked.

"Nurse's Office?", said the voice

"Mum, it's me"

"Nicola? Oh, sorry Deborah!!", said her Mum forgetting for 
a moment.

"Just calling to say everything's going OK!"

"Good! I'm a bit busy right now, dear, but I'll get all your 
stories when I get home OK?"

"OK Mum, Bye."

Someone knocked at the phone box window. It was Karen 
and Sandra.

"Hi girls" said Debbie, leaving the box

"How was lunch Deb?", said Karen

"Er.. Interesting!", said Debbie, shyly.


Part Three


As Debbie and her two new friends walked back to the school 
buildings, she told them about Chris.

"I saw him earlier!", said Sandra, excitedly, "He looks cool."

"It was just lunch", said Debbie, brushing it off.

"First lunch, then dinner, then...!", laughed Karen.

As they walked, Debbie noticed how people looked at her. 
She felt as if she was being stared at by a hundred eyes. The 
other girls seemed to smile and say hello, but the boys either 
grinned inanely, or just went red and looked downwards. A 
couple of other first year girls came towards the three others.

"Hi. You must be Debbie!", said one of the girls, "I'm Laura, 
and this is Angela."

Laura  and Angela were a couple of the girls who had spoken 
to her at breaktime. They seemed friendly enough if a little 
keen, and Debbie soon realised she was collecting a proper 
little entourage around her. It was always Debbie they spoke 
to first.

"Yeah, hi!", said Debbie, "this is Sandra and Karen. What 
primary did you come from?"

"Broombank"

Wow, thought Debbie, the posh one!

"Cool! Karen and Sandra are from Union Road and I'm from 
Castle Hill."

"Oh, great!", said Angela, "Well, we society girls must stick 
together!", she joked

Just then the 2pm bell rang and the girls said their goodbyes. 
And made their way to their next class; double Science! They 
walked quickly to the lab, which smelled of various odd 
things; gas, chemicals. Debbie wrinkled her nose as she took 
her seat on the high stools at the benches. Sandra and Karen 
sat either side of her. 

The science teacher, Mr Gordon, was quite young. He 
explained what the subject would entail and  what the various 
strange items scattered around the lab were. Time seemed to 
drag. These double periods would not be much fun. She 
couldn't wait to get to her last class of the day, Home 
Economics!. She had never done this before, obviously, and 
was keen to find out what happened. She noticed that the 
boys had gone to the Technical classes down the block and 
now there was only the girls in the class. How old-fashioned, 
she thought. Her teacher did the usual thing, by taking names 
and seat places and then skimmed through her records. She 
seemed to have a problem finding something on her desk.

"Deborah Taylor?", she called

Debbie put her hand up.

"I can't find your Home Ec. Records", said the teacher. 
Debbie's heart leaped. 

"I take it you've done cooking and needlework at primary 
school?"

"Y-yes, Mrs Davies"

"Hmm. odd.. Oh well, we'll just muddle on. I prefer to see 
what level the girls have reached, but I'll assess you as we go 
along, OK?"

Debbie let out a breath. Her wish-giver had forgotten a couple 
of things! She was thankful that she was a fairly good cook, 
and that her Mum had indulged her interest in trying sewing. 
Hopefully she would not be too out of place.
As it happened, things were very much step-by-step and so 
little could go wrong, although Debbie noticed with some 
amusement that a couple of girls seemed totally inept at even 
frying an egg! 

At last the 4pm school bell rang. Freedom! It had been a 
VERY interesting day. The school seemed much more fun 
that her old one, and she had forged quite a number of 
friendships in her first day. She would have to get used to 
being one of the popular girls, and a leader at that! 

Karen and Sandra lived in the opposite direction to Debbie, 
and so said goodbye to her friends and walked home with 
Laura and Angela. They only lived a few streets away. As they 
left the school, Debbie saw Chris across the playground and 
he waved at her and smiled. Debbie blushed and gave a little 
wave back.

Laura and Angela giggled.

"God, Debbie", laughed Laura, "It's only the first day, and 
you've already got a boyfriend! Not that we're surprised."

"He's not a boyfriend; we just talked at lunchtime, that's all!"

"Oh come on", said Angela, "You must've seen the way the 
older guys were looking at you..."

"N-no. What do you mean?"

"Debbie, look in a mirror. You're the first year fox!"

Debbie really went red this time. She thought she looked nice, 
but hadn't thought she was THAT attractive. She'd only had 2 
days to get used to herself, as she looked now! Maybe it 
explained the attention she was getting. She actually thought 
Laura looked nicer, and said so.

"Well, thanks, but I'm not", said Laura.

"You'll have to use what you've got carefully, Debbie", said 
Angela, "This isn't primary school anymore. The guys here 
are older. Some are even 18! You come across as really na‹ve! 
You've got to get a bit more control"

"Yeah, I guess so.", said Debbie, "Tell you what! You girls 
keep me right, eh? If I'm going to make a fool of myself, stop 
me!"

"Deal!", they both said.

"And in return I'll give you both my cast-offs!", laughed 
Debbie

The three girls laughed as they walked the mile or so home.

Laura and Angela split off as they approached Debbie's road 
and Debbie walked towards her house with a spring in her 
step. She unlocked her front door and went to her bedroom. 
She  was home first, as usual and took off the bag and blazer 
and lay down on her bed. On impulse, she got up, opened her 
wardrobe door and looked in the mirror. She had to admit it, 
she was beautiful. Maybe the shocked look that was on her 
face for most of the preceding day had muddied her view 
previously, but as she stood now, in her uniform, with her 
ponytail, and a serene expression on her face, she realised that 
her friends were right. No wonder she was getting so much 
attention. The girls wanted to be her friend and the boys. 
well the boys wanted what the boys always wanted! This 
would probably be the hardest thing to cope with. Popularity 
was not something she'd had to cope with before! She was 
glad she'd met the four other girls. They were all good fun, 
and seemed to like her too. They'd look after her, and she'd 
do likewise. She lay down on the bed again and turned TV 
on. It wasn't long before she dropped off.

She was woken up an hour later by her Mum coming home 
from work. She poked her head into Debbie's room to see her 
lying on the bed.
"Hi, darling", she said, "Come on then, I'm sure you've got 
loads to tell me!", and she went to the lounge.

Debbie followed and told about all her classes and the friends 
she'd made. She paused at the end and then told her mother 
about how popular she seemed to be, how she met Chris and 
the attention she was getting.

"Well, Debbie," said her Mum, "You're right to be 
concerned. Nicola was a popular girl too, but you've got the 
kind of looks that the guys aren't going to be able to resist."

"Well I'm going to resist, Mum!", said Debbie indignantly

"Good girl, Deb, but you might not get the choice."

"How do you mean"

"It's all very well being popular, and I'm happy for you, but 
remember that these guys are stronger than you, and teenagers 
can get very... passionate!"

"I know, Mum. Today was a shock, but I think I can handle it 
from now on. I'll just be careful, that's all"

"You do that. Now get ready for your tea!"

Debbie went back to her bedroom and changed out of her 
uniform and into a baggy T-shirt and jeans.


The evening passed uneventfully but as Debbie was getting 
into bed that night, she giggled to herself as she thought about 
her day. Her? Popular? Fanciable? She closed her eyes and 
made a silent "Thank you" to her unknown benefactor and fell 
fast asleep.


			--------------------	

During the subsequent years , she excelled at her classes, 
made lots of friends and had the odd fling with a boyfriend or 
two. At school, she was the one every guy wanted to date. She 
was the centre of a group of well-to-do friends who the other 
girls looked up to.

			--------------------	

July 1982

Debbie shook her head. Her Mum looked concerned.

"Are you OK, Debbie?" she asked

"Yeah, Mum. I just need a minute or two, OK. It's a bit of a 
shock."

She got up and went back to her bedroom. The memories had 
flooded back very vividly. She had forgotten so much! She 
gazed around her little boxroom, remembering how it had 
looked before. The soft pinks and floral patterns; so different 
to how it had been. She opened her wardrobe and looked in 
her full length mirror. Yep, she was still cute, but she now 
had the body of a woman. She wore a short white summer 
dress and sandals, her long blonde hair was styled with tongs 
now, and she had grown to a healthy 5' 6", the same as her 
older sister, Nicola, who although pretty, couldn't hold a 
candle to her little sister. With some difficulty, she tried to 
remember how she had looked before the change. She 
couldn't. Debbie turned to her photo album. Right at the front 
was the photo of a little boy on holiday. He was about 12, and 
although he looked fairly happy, the eyes betrayed something 
deep inside. Debbie's eyes filled with tears. She felt close to 
the boy, but yet so very far away. She turned to the last page 
of the album. A photo of herself and her boyfriend Mark, 
sitting outside on the grass last summer, holding hands, and 
very much in love. Debbie smiled. Five years separated these 
photos, and yet they were a lifetime apart. She closed the 
album and put it away again. She wiped her eyes carefully, 
checked herself in the mirror and walked back to the lounge.

"OK now, dear?" asked her Mum

"Yeah, don't worry Mum."

"OK, well I'm sure you want to talk to your friends, so off 
you go"

"Bye Mum. I love you", said Debbie giving her Mum and then 
her Dad a hug.

As she closed the front door, her boyfriend Mark turned to 
her.

"What about me?", he said, smiling

Debbie smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed 
him. He responded.

They walked down the road hand in hand and talked about the 
future; their future.

THE END