"Hi, sexy," he said appraising me quickly. "Hi sexy yourself," I responded. "Have fun, bye!" called my Mother as she waved to us. The Price to Pay - Vol. 4.13 - Progress? by Alys

I sat at my table looking in the mirror, as I began to apply my makeup. Although it wasn't something that I did very often, since sport and make up don't go together very well. There didn't seem to a lot of point of spending time on perfect make up for it to be spoiled by a splash of mud.

I opened the tube of mascara to complete my eyes, almost nothing left.

"Mum!," I shouted.

There was no reply.

"Muuuuuum!!," I shouted much louder.

"What is it, Celyn?" my Mother replied faintly, obviously busy in the front room office.

"Muuuuuuuuuum!!!!," I shouted as loud as I could.

"What's wrong Celyn?!" my Mother yelled back from the bottom of the stairs," why are you shouting like that?"

"Can I borrow your mascara?!" I yelled, not quite so loudly.

"Yes, but don't use too much, you know how expensive my waterproof one is," she replied.

"Thanks Mum, you're an angel," I said to her as I walked across the landing to my parents room.

"I bet you won't say that when I turf you out of bed on Monday morning for school," she responded, chuckling, before returning to the work she was doing.

I retrieved her tube and sat back down at my table to complete my facial enhancing.

Some minutes later my mobile sang the opening bars of 'God Save the Queen' and vibrated madly. I picked it up and flicked it open while continuing to apply my lip gloss, at the same time wondering about the suitability of a punk anthem as my ring tone.

B thr in 10, b ready!

Siá´n's message was short and to the point!

I redoubled all my efforts to get ready and nine minutes later, after a last spriz of perfume, I was rushing downstairs in anticipation of the arrival of my lover. The mad bouncing of my boobs, due to my speed of descent, made me regret not investing in an appropriate bra for my strapless dress. I reassured myself that there would be no more running around for the rest of the evening.

"Wow, that looks fantastic, Celyn," said my Mother coming out of the front room and seeing me waiting in the hallway, by the front door.

"Thanks Mum, I was trying a new look," I said.

"And succeeding, very sexy indeed........you know, Celyn, sometimes I forget who you were before the change and everything. I see you here, so beautiful and I am proud of what you have achieved, as my new daughter," she commented a little wistfully," but sometimes I miss my son, Celyn"

I gave her a hug.

"Mum, I'm still me, same person just different body," I said.

There was a honk outside as Siá´n drove up to the door.

"Oh, there's Siá´n, you'd better go, have fun my love," my Mother said, opening the door for me and waving at Siá´n, who waved back with a smile.

I made my way to the car.

"Where are you going anyway, this is a bit early to go out isn't it," my Mother called after me.

"To have a meal and then JJ's," I called back to my Mum, before getting into the car and giving Siá´n a light kiss on his lips.

"Hi, sexy," he said appraising me quickly.

"Hi sexy yourself," I responded.

"Have fun, bye!" called my Mother as she waved to us. I waved back until we had turned back on the road and the house was out of sight.

"Have you decided where you want to go?" asked Siá´n as he accelerated to the legal limit of the road.

"Yes, I think that after a week of excitement, for various reasons, it's got to be somewhere hot and spicy," I replied.

"Then it's the Tamarind, I guess?" Siá´n asked.

"Right first time, Albert," I replied.

"Albert?" Siá´n wondered.

"Einstein, of course, you are such a genius for working out where we are going," I said laughing.

"D'oh, Marge, there is only one Indian restaurant in Aberllwyd," Siá´n responded.

"Good job you remember the name then Homer," I countered.

We continued our banter for the next few minutes until we arrived at the restaurant. Even though it was only just after six in the evening the car park was almost full, reflecting the popularity of the place in the locality. We made our way into the restaurant as quickly as possible, joining the small queue there.

After a few minutes we were approached by a well dressed waiter.

"Good evening, a table for two?" he asked politely.

"Yes, please." replied Siá´n.

"We should have one for you in about five minutes, so if you would take these," he said, passing us a copy each of the menu," we will be able to take your order shortly"

We both sat down and studied the mouth watering meals that were on offer.

Suddenly the relaxing background indian muzak was interrupted by the first chords of my punk ring tone. Everyone nearby turned to look as I quickly retrieved my phone and silenced the embarrassing noise.

"Hello," I said.

"Is that Celyn?" came a familiar male voice which I couldn't put a name to.

"Yes," I replied," who's this?"

"It's Mr Jones," the voice replied, but I was still none the wiser.

"Mr Jones?" I said questioningly.

"Yes, it's Mr Jones, your football coach, you know the school you go to, Celyn," he said a little curtly.

I blushed with embarrassment for my stupidity.

"Oh I am sorry, I wasn't thinking about school," I responded trying to explain myself.

"I take it you and Siá´n didn't get the note I sent round this morning during registration?" he asked.

"No sorry we were a little late, Siá´n, needed some more petrol," I explained," what was it about?"

"The tournament," Mr Jones replied.

"Not the five a side tournament?" I asked with a feeling of dread. The coach had arranged a friendly tournament with some schools from Casnewydd. He had got some sponsorship from somewhere and there were going to be good prizes for the winning teams.

"Yes, the very same competition, the one I arranged hoping you can get some game time while we wait for your registration to go through," he said.

The waiter arrived and asked Siá´n and myself what we wanted to eat. I pointed at the things I wanted and Siá´n completed the order.

"What about the tournament, Mr Jones?" I asked.

"It starts in ten minutes!" he stated, to my great surprise.

"TODAY!, Ten minutes!" I responded, almost shouting down the phone.

"So are you coming?" he asked.

"We're on our way, now," I said.

I grabbed Siá´n and after hissing, "It's the five a side, it's tonight!" to him while keeping the phone to my ear, we made our exit quickly out of the restaurant, to the surprise and shock of many of the waiters and the clientele there.

"There is only one problem," I said to Mr Jones, as we sped off," we have a problem, we ..."

"..You have no kit. Why am I not surprised," interrupted Mr Jones, laughing," already taken care of, we have some spares ready"

Eleven minutes later we pulled into the car park next to the school sports' halls, Siá´n having exceeded the speed limit marginally in a number of places on the way. We jumped out of the car and raced into the building, myself some way behind Siá´n.

"You have surpassed yourself, Celyn," laughed Mr Jones, when he saw me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know the clothes and the make up, not the usual football attire. Here put these on, the game is staring in thirty seconds and I want you and Siá´n to play," he stated.

I grabbed the top and the shorts and put them on over my dress, no time for anything else. I took the offered socks and trainers and put them on too.

In seconds the fast and furious five a side game had started. Our opponents, Bassaleg school, were larger than us, but we had greater skills than them. However it was they who took the lead after our keeper make an error and dropped the ball in front of one of their players. I was finding it difficult to move around too fast because of the jiggling of my unrestrained boobs.

I looked around for inspiration. I noticed Meryl, Ffion and others in the netball squad on the viewing balcony, above.

"Hey guys, anyone got a bra I can borrow?," I yelled, just as the ball went flying towards me. I put out a foot and diverted towards Bassaleg's net. Somehow the swerve took it past their goalie and we had equalised.

"What size?" shouted Meryl

"thirty six C," I shouted back.

Siá´n and others raced over to congratulate me on my lucky goal.

At the same time Ffion launched her pink frilly spare bra over the balcony and in my general direction.

"Catch!" she shouted.

The throw was a bit lacking in direction and was flying towards the coach of Bassaleg school when it was deftly caught by Mr Jones. He tossed it to me.

"Here, Celyn, this is for you, I think. Shall I ask to stop the game while you go and change?"

"No need now, Mr Jones," I said.

I took the bra and deftly put it on straight away, under my football shirt, without having to take anything off. The game continued and now I was able to run around more comfortably.

An hour later, I was lining up to take the last penalty, in the penalty shoot out of the final match. We had played four matches, we had won three and drawn one. The games had been very competitive and I had been glad of the extra strength I had after the sessions at the gym.

As I waited for the referee to give the signal to take the kick, I looked around me and saw that I was the centre of everyone's attention except for Mr Jones who appeared to be in earnest conversation with an older man, in an expensive suit, who looked vaguely familiar.

The referee blew his whistle. I looked at the waiting goal keeper, made a decision about where I was going to place the shot and then ran up belted the ball with my right foot. The keeper guessed right and made a despairing lunge at the ball, succeeding in touching the ball with a couple of fingers, which only diverted it slightly on its way to bulge the back of the net.

The referee blew his whistle for a goal and then there was a huge roar from the many home pupils who had stayed to watch the games.

Half an hour later, after the celebrations were over, Siá´n and I slowly walked back towards his car, with his arm over my shoulder and mine around his waist.

"That was lots of fun," he said.

"Yes, I really enjoyed it," I responded before turning a little into him and putting my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and let him guide me.

Siá´n stopped suddenly

"What the fuck!" he cursed.

I looked up at him and followed his gaze. He was staring at his car, it was looking very different compared with when we had left it, on our arrival at the sports hall.

Someone had sprayed sickening messages in black paint on the front screen.

The passenger side declared 'TRANNY FREAK', while the driver's side said "BATTY BOY"

We stood there completely stunned at the outrage.

There was a low groan from the far side of the car. We rushed around to see Seren lying on the floor, holding his stomach and moaning in pain. His face was bruised and a thin trickle of blood was oozing out of his nose.

"Seren," I said as I lowered myself to hold his hand," what happened to you?"

"I'm sorry Celyn, I tried to stop them....I tried to stop them," he whimpered in reply.