I should note I didn't really want to post another chapter and may or may not continue this story as I really want to work on my other stories. However my muse seems to have other ideas.

Then again so do some people reading this story.

"Thomas what have you done to yourself?" Yelled Mom.

"Don't look at me!" I yelled back before I hurried from the kitchen. Due to grandmothers ‘Ladylike’ training I did so as much like a lady as possible. I didn't run or shuffle my feet I did walk sorta fast to my room.

To my horror in my room was the real Amy dressed very much like I was currently. She just stood there and stared at me. Grandmother had my closet open and was showing Amy my new clothes I guess. Honestly I didn't care as I made my way to my bed and sat down making sure to tuck my skirt under me as I did so. I think it was all habit.

I had wanted to flop down on my bed and bury my face into the pillows and cry but ‘young ladies do not flop themselves down’ was going through my head so I sat instead. I did cry a lot though.

"Oh Thomas I'm so sorry it was all my fault." started grandma as she pulled me into a tight hug. I know I should have done something else but she is my grandmother and I do love her.

Amy just stood there with a blank look on her face. It seemed that the only thing she could do was look right at me with wide eyes. It was actually creeping me out.

I did the only thing I could do and buried my face into grandma's breasts to cry some more. I still have no idea why I was crying so much or so emotional lately.

I heard but didn't see someone come into the room. I felt grandmother move her head a few times while I cried and cried. It took me awhile to cry myself out. All the while grandma just kept petting my hair and back while making baby soothing noises. Before I would have been upset now though it helped.

Once my crying had slowed down grandma helped me to get out of my school uniform, wash my face of my really ruined makeup, and then change into a light summer dress. I would have preferred pants but I knew from experience the only ones in the house were my school uniform ones. The ones I got in trouble for wearing this morning. Grandma didn't ask me to or even hint but for some reason I sat at my vanity and did my makeup anyways. It just felt wrong to wear a pretty dress and not wear makeup. When I was done, which didn't take all that long really, I stood up for inspection from grandma. Usually she would have said something but this time a sad look crossed her face instead. It wasn't until I was just about to leave the room that I put my foot down and hauled back my hand that had made its way into hers.

"Thomas there is nothing to be afraid of. You’re not the one in trouble I am, I have been a terrible Grandmother to you."

"But I don't want Mom to see me like this."

"Then why did you put on your face dear?" I didn't have an answer to that as my mind went a complete blank. Actually when I thought about it since grandma knew that I was Thomas now I should have gotten a spanking for wearing makeup. But it was my makeup not Amy's well it was Amy's but it was my Amy's makeup. My head was starting to hurt.

Walking into the living room where Mom, Aunt Peggy and Amy were was probably the hardest thing I have done so far. I hid behind grandma as much as possible. Yes I know it's the typical little shy girl response. I wasn't shy I was terrified. However obeying my grandmother was a habit and I sat down on the edge of the couch cushion ankles to one side and not with my knees crossed over.

Of course they noticed. Keeping my back straight while also trying to make one smaller is darn near impossible. I did fidget with the hem of my dress though.

I had figured they would start giving me the long lecture and yelling or screaming but they didn't. Trust me it only made it worse much worse.

I had not expected to encounter Thomas being so ladylike. It was unreal, wish my Amy was that well behaved. Even when he left the kitchen after Amy's outburst he was a proper young lady. The emotional outburst that we overheard in his bedroom and the way he sat. I really do not know what to say. Can this really be my nephew Thomas?
Now what was that name we picked if Thomas had been a girl? It was close to Amy but hmm...

I think I will need a good bottle of wine after this. To discover one’s own son like this is beyond my ability. I have no idea how I will explain this to Ned.

"Do you have a girl's name?" asked Amy.

"Amy!" exclaimed Aunt Peggy.

"But MOM, that is a girl not a boy!"

"Amy." I almost whispered.

"What?"

"No that's the name I go by Amy."

"But that's my name. You can't use my name."

"Amy!" Aunt Peggy is good at that.

"Whaaa, well she can't use my name it's not right!"

"Amber." My mother said in a low voice.

"What did you say Amy?"

"His name would have been Amber if she, I mean he had been born a girl."
"Amber fits. Well Amber is there something you would like to tell your mother, cousin, and I."

"Uhm Hi, how was your trip?" Well I was curious.

"Please Thomas go change into some of your boy clothes." Mom still would not look at me.

"I would love to. Where did you put them?"

"Amanda. Amber doesn't have any boy clothes you didn't send any." Thanks grandma.
"Don't call him Amber!"

"Amy look at her does that look like a Thomas? No it’s a girl whose name is Amber."

"Don't call my son a girl." Mom was freaking out. Then again so was I. I knew I had to do something. I was so gonna get in trouble for this. Grabbing both sides of the summer dress I lifted it over my head and put it on the couch behind me. I stood there in just my bra and panties almost right in front of my mom. Grandma, Amy, and Aunt Peggy gasped in unison. On a side note it was almost choral.

"Mom, look at me!" She raised her head and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Do I really look like I could pass as your son, do you have any idea how I feel at all?"

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