Mr Phillips and I sat down at the kitchen table while Miss Snell prepared lunch. Engaging in small talk with your old P.E. teacher who you were responsible for getting fired, all while dressed as a female alter-ego, was a very unique experience.

"So Tabitha, Miss Snell tells me you'll be playing for her girls team at the school. What position do you play?"

"Um, usually striker but sometimes in the centre of midfield", I replied, trying to master my feminine voice (which I had been practising the previous night when talking with Miss Snell).

"Fair enough. I hope you girls have more luck than my boys team just did. We lost the cup final on penalties. We let some dimwit take our final kick and he completely bottled it. Lost me my job, the stupid arse."

"I'm sorry to hear that", I said, knowing this was the right response, even though he had inadvertently called me a "stupid arse" to my face. I knew it was paramount that I kept up the pretence of being Tabitha, Miss Snell's niece visiting from out of town.

"Well, I'm looking on the bright side. Going to become a personal trainer now instead, think it suits me better than teaching."

At that moment, Miss Snell arrived with food. As we ate and small talked some more, I realised that Mr Phillips was actually alright. The conversation flowed, and we were all larking and joking about like long-time friends. I did notice that Mr Phillips would steal a sideways glance at my cleavage every now and then, which felt odd at first, but I decided to just embrace it. Actually, I was finding it something of a turn on (what was wrong with me?!?).

After we finished eating, we talked some more and before you knew that it, an hour had passed. I helped clear the table as Mr Phillips said his goodbyes. He gave Miss Snell a snog and also gave me an unexpected kiss on the cheek. "Pleasure to have met you Tabitha. I'll make sure I come and support you and Lucy [Miss Snell] in the tournament." And with that, he left.

Miss Snell and I sat on the sofa and chatted some more. She spoke about her relationship with Mr Phillips, and how they met through school. It was still early days and she wasn't 100% sure on him, "but he's a good shag, and every woman needs that." She said this so openly that I blushed deeply, which she picked up on.

"Oh don't be so bashful, Tabitha, us girls talk about these things all the time. Boys, clothes, sex. They're all bedrocks of girlie chit chat. You'll need to be ready for these kinds of conversations with your teammates. Trust me, they won't be shy discussing these things."

We made arrangements for tomorrow, which was to be the team's first training session. This was the chance for Miss Snell to introduce me, her niece Tabitha, to the team.

I then undressed as Tabitha, had my make-up, breast forms and wig removed, and changed back into Toby. I must admit I was beginning to hate every moment I was Toby rather than Tabitha. I said goodbye to Miss Snell, and made my way home.

Although nervous about the prospect of presenting to the team tomorrow, today's meeting with Mr Phillips had allayed my fears somewhat. He had absolutely no idea who I was, otherwise there's no way he would have kissed me as he left. I was a completely new person as Tabitha, and that gave me confidence.