"I can't believe the nerve of that that ..Jerk that asshole ...that creep.. I'm gonna kill him!"

I went on in that vain for a few minutes inside the girl's washroom. All the while the lady in the white dress just stood hips to one side and her arms folded under her breasts. I vented for a few minutes and not just about the fact that Jason had kiss me on the cheek. I was upset and most of what I was saying probably didn't make sense to anyone anyways. When my heaving from being out of breath started to get under control the woman came over and hugged me. That was somehow worse and I burst into tears.

I was in that position crying when my mom came in. I immediately went into her open arms and sobbed into her chest. She just hugged me and slid her hand up and down my back. This felt better but every time she passed her hand over the bra strap, not my bra as only girls can make that claim, I would cry more. So I did cry for quite awhile. Stressed? Me? Not a chance!

Eventually I cried myself out. I never understood that saying before but I do now. It was like I was empty, calm, but empty. All the stress I had been carrying and hadn't notice for the last week just was gone. I hate to admit it but I liked it. I was comfortable and protected in my mothers arms. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to be the girl everyone thought I was. I just wanted to stay and feel protected and most of all loved for being me. Not me Bill or even me Belle. Just me. I know that doesn't make sense but that is how I see it.

The lady in white whose name I found out is Emily also gave me gentle pats on the back. If this is what girls get when they break down and cry I could get used to this. Not the being a girl part but the being comforted part. Mom and Emily brought me over to the counter and had me sit on the counter like a little kid. I did not even complain about the injustice of it. It felt to ..right to object to it. Mom quietly and patiently used some damp paper towels to wipe off my face under my eyes. Emily had me tilt my head back and put some drops into my eyes to help with redness she said.

"Where is your purse dear?" Emily asked.

"She never carries one."thanks mom, like I need one to begin with!

"Tisk tisk, oh is this hers?"I felt something being applied under my eyes. Makeup aww common.

"Mooomm."

"Oh hush it's to cover the redness you don't really want everyone to know you were crying do you?" well when put like that I guess I really don't want everyone to know I was crying like a girl. I next felt something pass over my eyelashes and knew before I saw the brush someone was putting mascara on me.

"Hold still."Haven't I suffered enough? Guess not as lipstick was applied to my lips before I could let my head down. In the mirror was undoubtedly a girl. Unfortunately that girl just happened to look like me. How depressing Belle is all done up and it wasn't my fault. Still if people don't know a guy like me cried like a stupid girl then it's a small price to pay. Then again this morning I had put on my own makeup. That still makes me want to cringe. I hopped off the counter to go outside when mom and Emily fussed over making sure my skirt was straight and what not.

"Are we done?"

"Yes unless you do actually have to do your business?"

Which I did. A bit of a fight with pantyhose followed as I tried to get the hose and panties down at the same time standing before the toilet. I was about to start when I heard mom say "Sit". Groaning inwardly I turned around and sat to pee which is so annoying. I stared at the ceiling while I did so.

"Is Belle going to the funeral tomorrow?"

"Yes we went shopping earlier for dresses earlier."

"She seems to be having a hard time with transitioning. What time is the funeral?"

"It's at 2 in the afternoon."

"Here this is a card with my address. While I do not have everything I used to have, I can give her a spa day in the morning. My treat."

"Oh I'm sure she would love that. Are you sure it's not to much trouble?"

"No trouble at all! Just remember to bring her dress and lingerie and I'll have her all ready to pull boys for miles around."

"Uh I'd rather he not do that."

"I was only kidding."

Interesting conversation you overhear in a girls bathroom. They were speaking in low tones but I could make it out before I had to fight with the toilet paper holder. What is it with these things you can maybe pull off half a sheet before the huge upper roll jams the lower roll and stops? After lifting the thing and getting enough to actually wipe myself, it's just so gross to have pee anywhere on you, they had stopped talking. I quickly washed my hands under my mothers stern gaze before I presented myself for inspection again. Mom pulled up the back of my costume and pulled the slip a little then patted me down before giving me a gentle shove to the door, smiling the whole time which creeped me out somehow.

As I returned my eyes had to blink. The cafeteria has more light than the bathroom does so it took me a few blinks before my eyes adjusted. You don't really notice such things normally. It's not that it was like sunlight bright from a dark house blinding thing more of a slight discomfort thing when moving to a brighter room.

The rest of the night passed without any major incident on my behalf. I did annoy Ms. Bain when I sat with the girls from my class and NOT my fake fiance. I enjoyed that immensely for some reason. Jasmine, Jason's crazy aunt, did not look happy with me at all. I just smiled at her from my seat as I attempted to eat my cordon blue chicken with brown rice. The rice tasted bad and the funky cheese thing in the middle of the chicken didn't smell good to me. Everyone else seemed happy with the meal. I could have killed for a descent veggie burger but made do with eating salad. The tiny square of white cake that followed the meal was very light and tasted somewhat okay. If there was more I could have maybe enjoyed it.

After the tiny meal a speech was made thanking everyone for coming to the dinner fund raiser. A total raised was given by Ms. Bain and she did have this cardboard check thing to present to the representative of the children's hospital. I was surprised I was not called up to do give the thing away, considering how much I seem to be in the limelight these days. I was quite glad to sit the whole thing out. I did do some mingling around with a bottle to fill the glasses with apple cider. Nothing major although Jasmine did try to get me to 'spend time with your fiance'. At least he had the good sense to look guilty when she said that. Maybe running him over with my bike at speed would be a good idea.

At the end the girls in their waitress uniforms, and me, thanked everyone in a line for coming as they all filed outside. We had to stay for a few minutes to clean what little there was to clean which wasn't that much. Mostly grab the table clothes and rearrange the tables and chairs back. Mom was waiting for me with the boots and coat, she even helped me to get into the coat, which was nice. The boots kept my feet warm on the drive home. I think I fell asleep before we even got a block away. I vaguely remember being dragged into the house and someone undressing me before sleep reclaimed me.

I woke the next morning in my bed still in panties pantyhose slip and bra. I had drooled all over my pillow during the night which smeared what makeup I had all over the pillow too. Not the best thing to wake up to. I got up emptied my bladder and took a shower scrubbing my face extra hard to get off any makeup remnants. When I got out I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom. Dad was walking by and happened to look at me. It was his stumble that made me look down and realize my chest was poking out like I had breasts. I hurried to my room quickly to get dressed.

I didn't spend a whole lot of time getting dressed basically just a pair of old sweatpants with a few stains that I have no idea where they came from, sport socks, strangely baggy y fronts, and a simple old faded red hoodie. I refused to wear a bra or anything on my chest although it was a little uncomfortable after wearing one for the last few days. Having something rubbing my nipples seemed strange. Still I had to get used to regular guy stuff again as I fully intended to be a guy for the rest of the day.

"Belle what are you wearing?" mom asked me as I sat for breakfast causing Samantha to choke on her Cheerios.

"Mom my name is Bill and I'm your so..."

"I know your my son but today you need to be Belle for the funeral remember." Doh! Knew I forgot something.

After breakfast I went upstairs to get changed but before I could that mom came into my room and opened my drawer with the girl stuff in it. Amazing how in such a short time that one drawer was now quite full. She pulled out various items from it and folded them into a bag that I had not even seen before. From the closet, and don't even ask me how it got there, she extracted a garment bag and some shoes.

"We don't have time for you to get changed. We have to get you to Emily's for your spa day."

"Do I really have to go to a spa mom?"

Apparently this was not something I should ask as she turned towards me with this blank shocked look. I just shuffled my feet and shut up. I knew at that point I was going to experience a "spa day" whether I wanted to or not.

Why me?

Lil Jaci giggled to herself as she clicked send on this story chapter. Although she was still technically in trouble for wearing Tante's makeup her snowsuit, like Dotties, was very wet from their impromptu snowball fight.

Lil Jaci went off to sit on her bed hugging her fluffy teddy bear to her chest and cried.