16 Surprise Revelations

We were all up bright and early to get ourselves ready for Christmas Day at the Abbey with Charles and Sarah. After a quick light breakfast of toast and coffee to keep us going until the main dinner of the day, We brushed out our hair, made sure our makeup was perfect, packed our bags for the overnight stay, and got dressed ready to go.

Dani and Carol have a night out with the boys, and Dani learns the worries that girls have to live with.

I was now beginning to be comfortable with my new life, I was accepted by my friends and colleagues as a woman and was making a name for myself in the industry, as well as beginning to set myself up financially.

The last of my life as Danny was over, his clothes were all packed up, his old home was now gone, for the next two years I had to be 100% Dani.

All prepared, dressed and packed I set out to the office to face the day’s new challenges

My second week as Sir Charles' PA went just as well and I was becoming happy and relaxed in both my professional life at Cunninghams and living as a girl, but this was soon to be completely torn apart.

It was only my second morning as Danielle, but it already just seemed normal to brush out and style my hair , and put on my makeup. I wasn’t sure how casually to be dressed today, so I just went out to the kitchen in my nightie and started preparing breakfast.

Dani learns that shard work being a girl." Hold on a minute Dani, it is not that easy, you cannot just go to your room, throw your clothes off and climb into bed, you have some work to do yet, you have to clean off your makeup. brush out and tie up your hair."

Mr Jenkins, or would you prefer that we call you Daniel, to be honest you are the only male applicant we have had for this vacancy as a PA, why do you think that it is an appropriate position for you.”

Little did Stacey know that new neighbours would turn his life upside down.

The further adventures of Julie and Trudy lead them further into the criminal scene, but things start to look up for Julie.

Less of a TG story, more of another detective story for Julie Trudy and their team, with TG characters

I was dressed in costume as the daughter of Lord Fairfax and with my hair hanging loose, one of my father’s little jokes. He has always picked on me for my slight build and decided a few years ago that I would never be big enough to play one of the troops, and the only role he would let me have would be as his daughter.

“ Oh, please Chris, it will only be for one morning and it will help you get back to fitness.” pleaded Sue, one of my colleagues in the running club and who also worked with me at the telecoms company call centre, over a coffee break from work.
I was soon dressed in tight black calf-length leggings, a bright pink hip-length tee-shirt with a pink frilly ballet skirt around my waist, and pink fluffy bunny ears. Feeling a proper idiot I went back out to see Sue.”

“ Don’t be daft Kim, what harm could you do, even if you wanted to, there is not a lot you could do, all fixed up the way you are. You are a girl now, remember that and just get on with life as normal, and stop worrying, you are more girly and feminine than a lot of the others we will be playing against.”

“ Kim, you have been living full-time as a girl for a couple of months now, I can’t remember the last time I looked at you and saw a boy. It’s not just the clothes and hair and things, but working with me and the girls you have picked up a lot of our mannerisms, the way we talk and express ourselves, even the way we walk and stand. The longer you continue like this, the harder it will be to turn back the clock. Unless you intend to take it a stage further I really think you ought to consider going back to school as a boy.”

The changing room was already empty when I got there, all the others had left, so I stripped off my sports clothes and went in for my shower. After towelling myself dry and brushing my hair I went to get my stuff to get dressed but was shocked to see that my uniform had been stolen and replaced with a girls’ set of clothes, a skirt and blouse. Obviously somebody having a big joke with me. There was nothing for it but to put my sports stuff back on again and go to look for my clothes, but while I was in the shower, someone had came in and taken that as well. I couldn’t stay in here all day, so the only option was to put on the clothes that had been left for me.

Detective Sergeant Julie Rowntree and Detective Constable Trudy Terry had been thrown together by North Yorkshire Police to form a specialist team based in York. The main reason they had been grouped together was because they were considered to be a pair of oddballs that other teams did not particularly want to include, Julie because she was a transgender woman, and Trudy because she was labelled as a ‘man-hating feminist dyke’ even though it was not true.

“Oh, come on Ally, please, you have nothing else to do today.” my sister Claire kept on at me. “We are short of people and it is a good opportunity to raise money for our troop summer camp.”

I had been giving my situation a lot of thought, I had drifted into living and working almost full-time as a woman. My wife Sara had gone along with it without complaint but our situation was changing.

It had been a hectic and unusual time lately, temporarily becoming ‘Miss Campbell’, and The Wicked Queen, and my time with Sara and Mam over Christmas. I just hoped that the next term in the New Year would be a little more routine.

Robin Campbell, as part of a scheme to stop the bullying of a friend, had attended Abbey Girls High School, living as a girl, and he had become extremely successful and popular academically and on the hockey field. After leaving school and attending University he returned to Abbey High as English teacher, and part-time sports master.

This year has seen major changes in my life that I had never in my wildest dreams thought would happen. This Christmas has definitely been different for me, being one of the girls, helping in the kitchen, getting perfume and makeup as presents, and generally feeling happy to be accepted as I am. I am definitely getting used to living like this, and enjoying it.”

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Amanda sat quietly and just let me talk for almost an hour, whilst I told her my story, from the dress-up games and teenage sessions with Chloe, my drift into marriage with what turned out to be a domineering partner, nagging me into working in a boring job with her father, my secret cross-dressing, how she had found out, and how she angrily threw me out of our home, leaving me with only my women’s clothes.