I'm now writing this story 'On the hoof'. That is with no following chapter written. I've got chapter 28 vaguely mapped out but who knows where this is going now. Get ready for 'an interesting ride'.

Beverly

The Sissy farm 27.
Chapter 27

List of Characters.

Me. Michelle A Natural transvestite sissy.
Janice My Younger sister
Aunty Bev Janice and My mother’s Sister.
Mistress Janet Headmistress of the young lady’s academy
Doctor Shirley Williams. My endocrinologist.
Miranda. A very effeminate Sissy sales assistant.
Miss Stern Miranda’s mistress who owns the shop.
Peregrine. AKA. Uncle Penny. My transvestite uncle. (Aunty Bev’s brother.)
James AKA. Auntie Jamie Peregrine’s Partner. (Soon to inherit his/her fathers
earldom.)
Victoria An older RG friend of mine.
Jemima Victoria’s sissy brother.
Portia Victoria’s mummy.
Julia My dining companion and mentor at Mistress Janet’s Academy.
Sophia and Angelica Victoria and Jemima’s friends.
Delilah & Nancy My ex Attackers.
Davinia. Sissified Gypsy naughty boy once called David
John and Simone Davinia’s older gypsy brother and sister,
Isobel and Sally, The two youngest gypsy sisters.
Uncle Arnold Earl Weston’s odious younger brother.
Cousin William Arnold’s son and Auntie Jamie’s first cousin.
Elaine William’s wife.
Jeanette. William’s daughter, (who fancies Julia like crazy.)
Josephine & Persephone Jeanette’s younger twin sisters.
Andre Hair stylist in N Y.
Dawn Robbins Singer and Actress.
Shirley and Jasmine Friends from New York.

After ‘The Christmas Snows’, New York did not get back to normal until the New Year. Andre returned home from Europe with lots of new ideas and our lives settled down to their new routines except that Dawn became a regular friend while Shirley and Jasmine took me into their confidences with their trading. They showed me their particular analysis techniques and trading systems and for some fun in my spare time I tweaked some of their formulas to make them marginally more accurate. Like the clever girls they were, they did not reveal these revised formulae to their colleagues but kept them securely stored in their stand alone ‘lap-tops’. In fact Shirley approached the day after she had tested my revised formulae and advised me to patent them or at least patent the modifications.

“These really work girl! Jasmine and I made millions on just a couple of shadow trades.”

I smiled at her across the supper table for they had come dashing around that very same evening totally overwhelmed with their results.

“I wish you’d show us how you devised those formulas. If we understood the structuring, we might be able to refine them even further. We’re dealing with microscopic margins I know; but the sums are so large.”

I smiled enigmatically.

“You show me the factors and the results of your shadow trades today then I might run re-iterations on the formulas and boost their accuracy. It’s a bit like chicken and egg now. By the way, do you apply them to commodity trading as well as currency?”

“Eh. Our desks do currency but I suppose we could do commodities. The factors are wider though, weather predictions, fuel costs, leading to transport costs and there’s food politics involved as well. To tell the truth, neither Shirley nor I have ever bothered much with commodities; - foods or minerals. You have to depend so much on analysis developed by your colleagues, - you know, ‘ear to the ground stuff’. What their ‘gut feelings’ are. It’s all a bit airy-fairy.”

I smiled again enigmatically them jokingly made a profound observation.

“Give me an equation long enough and somewhere to rest my laurels then I could move the universe.”

All the girls looked at me obliquely as Simone glanced sideways at me and shook her head as she remarked.

“Don’t even ask. She’s off the wall when she gets into her maths stuff.”

However Shirley caught my drift.

“Was that Newton or Archimedes or pure Michelle?”

“I can’t rightly remember I’m hopeless with authors. Figures, yes, - but authors.” I shrugged Gallicly.

“Yeah,” she replied, “so am I but your principle is right on the button! For Maths, physics and trading,” she grinned.

I grinned back. Shirley had exactly remembered the ancient scientist’s remarks. I made a mental note however to remember to respect Shirley’s intellect in future. For she had also left the other girls wondering where in the hell we two were coming from. The conversation fell momentarily silent but soon sparked up again as we fell to other topics, Like when was Jasmine going to do a pregnancy test.

“Jee’ze! Get off my case girls I haven’t even missed my period yet!”

“So when’s it due?” Dawn asked.

“Next week if you must know.”

“Gosh, that’s a long period how many days are you normally?”

“That’s none of your business!” Jasmine snapped.

“She’s a five weeker.” Shirley interjected.

We all fell silent.

“Five weeks!” Gasped Simone, “Jee’ze what are you, an elephant or something?”

“How d’you manage your pills and stuff?”

“Will you lot get off my case. I’m just a long time between periods, usually thirty four to thirty six days. And as to the pills, well the doc keeps tabs, he has to. I get a special prescription sachet made up.”

“I hope you’re not an alien.” I chuckled. “I don’t want my kid coming out with six legs and a tail.”

“Listen! Just shut it will you! Any way you’re a fucking freak as well!”

The table fell painfully silent as we all realised the joke had gone too far. Simone stepped in and changed the subject.

“So, when does Michelle start to see the benefits of these new trading equations?”

“A couple of months,” Shirley replied. “We went long on some today and we’ll see the benefits in a couple of months, if everything does as we expect.”

Simone and I were a little disappointed. We had kind of expected to see the benefits after a couple of weeks. After a tearful set of apologies about Jasmines unusual cycle she explained.

“I’m just so desperate to have a baby. It’s every girl’s right, even a lesbian’s. Will you promise me that you’ll persevere if it doesn’t happen this time?”

“Well I’d love to darling but it’s up to Simone, she’s my mistress.”

Jasmine turned tearfully to Simone then squealed with delight as Simone nodded assent. Then she explained.

“Because my cycle is so unusual, the doctors aren’t sure if I can conceive. Something about my birth canal being too acid or something. Well even if I am a sour, bitter old bitch I’m sure it’s happened this time. It feels different. There’s a sort of ‘heaviness’ deep inside me. They say it’s an old wives tale but I’m sure there’s something in it. If my miss my period, it’ll be the first time ever.”

I leaned across to kiss her and we hugged to reinforce our friendship. Jasmine seemed such a fragile delicate thing that evening.
Thus our friendship continued. Shirley and Jasmine didn’t come around every night because they were trading late some evenings to make the Far East markets. Though with Dawn’s late theatre hours it was not unusual to see the lights burning in our apartment during the small hours. Finally the day came and it was tremendous news. Jasmine had missed her period and the tests had proved positive. That was an emotional night.

Later on, Shirley and Jasmine were pleased to confirm that our trading options were gaining value and they explained the leverages. When we came out at the end we were up several thousands of dollars. A tidy sum for two ‘down at heel’ students.
The nest egg grew with each put and by the time Simone and I had graduated there was a bloody useful nest egg sitting in our account. That summer for the first time, we were able to fly home business class and we returned to Old Earl Weston’s house like conquering heroes. Shirley and Jasmine were also keen to meet my relations so they accompanied us over as a holiday.

“A grandmother’s got a right to meet the mother of her grandchildren.” They declared in the taxi as it slipped up the approach lane off the motorway and turned onto the road that eventually led to my Uncle’s home.
Simone and I exchange surprised looks. We had never talked much about our family in America. Simone turned to me and remarked.

“You’d better enlighten them Michelle.”

I explained to Jasmine that I was technically an orphan but I had an auntie who had taken me in with my sister Janice.

“On the Paternal Side, your baby will only have an auntie Janice and a great aunt and great uncle.”

We then went on to describe our family in depth and both Shirley and Jasmine were shocked to learn that their baby’s great uncle was a baronet and his great-great uncle was an Earl. Jasmine smiled as she patted the tiny bump.

“Does that mean he could grow up as a chinless wonder if he’s a boy?”

“My lips curved ever so slightly as I smiled coyly.”

“Just pray she’s a little girl Jasmine, the boys in my family often turn out a bit strange. I was a tranny, my uncle Jamie is a tranny and Earl Weston’s father was a tranny.”

Jasmine’s smile faded.

“You say you were a tranny.”

“Yes, until I became a sissy. Now I’m so much a female now, the word tranny hardly applies.”

Jasmine looked me up and down critically.

“Well ain’t that the truth but you’ve still got what it takes.”

I smiled a little self-consciously as Jasmine patted the lap of my micro-skirt. With that Shirley, who’d commandeered the front seat of the cab, gave a squeak of disbelief.

“Crikey, does your auntie live in a gated community or something?”

Simone and I exchanged self conscious smiles as I confessed.

“Uuhhm, no. Those are our gates, well my great uncle’s gates. This is Earl Weston’s estate.”

“What d’you mean?” Jasmine wondered as Shirley suddenly gave a louder shriek.

“Eeeya! Shit! Is that your house, err mansion, castle or whatever?”

I nodded.

“Well, yes, - actually. Though it’s not mine and never will be. My Auntie Bev married the earl’s son but because we’re my Auntie Bev’s adopted children we call it home. Old Earl Weston likes us to live there with a whole pile of other family.”

“Shit!” Jasmine gasped. “It’s fucking beautiful, no wonder you wanted to come home.”

As the taxi scuffed to a noisy halt on the gravel two little children scampered eagerly down the steps, these were my twin cousins and adoptive half brother and half sister (Can a family get much more complicated than that?) and they were accompanied by Auntie Beverly and the old earl who was still going strong into his nineties. Simone and I could not prevent the single tears of happiness that leaked down our cheeks. We had not realised how much we missed the old place. Auntie Bev and Old Earl Weston hugged us for long moments before extending the proper courtesies to Shirley and Jasmine.

Immediately they were settled in, both Shirley and Jasmine demanded the grand tour. Simone delegated me to the task of guide because I was ‘one of the family’ and had known the house from childhood. Wearily I hauled the pair off and showed them every part of the house and they were mildly surprised that I even took them into other family member’s bedrooms.

“Don’t they mind if you go into their rooms?” Shirley wondered.

I shrugged, “The maids do it all the time. If you’ve got secrets you’re ashamed of, this is hardly the place to come and stay. Though in truth, the ‘maids’ have as many secrets as the family. All our maids are alternative life-stylers."

We spent so long traipsing around the house that Shirley and Jasmine did not meet the rest of the extended family until dinner that evening and what an evening it was. Everybody knew of our homecoming so everybody had made the effort. The last to turn up, as they inevitably always did, were Auntie Jamie and Uncle Penny who arrived screeching up the drive and scrunching the gravel as they skidded to a halt at the front door. They strolled arm in arm through the dining room doors just as dinner was starting to be served. Soon the dining room was buzzing with conversation and it proved to be one of the most enjoyable evenings I could remember. The Hottest bit of gossip was that Uncle Arnold had been released from prison having gained remission from his five year sentence for raping me.

“So what will happen now Grandpa?” I asked Earl Weston.

“Well he’s got his own means of support although his divorce will have eaten into that. Truth is I don’t rightly know. All I can say is he better hadn’t show up here looking for some sort of sympathy.”

I saw my Auntie’s Beverly, Jamie and Uncle Penny all nodding confirmation so I let the question rest. I had no reason to anticipate any dangers from that quarter.