Gruesome Tuesday

PART NINE

©2004 Tanya J. Allan

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Dear Reader,

Life can be a crock sometimes, so if it all right with you, I actually prefer happy endings! So, if you want the hero(ine) to have a really miserable time, READ SOMETHING ELSE!

But if you want to see good prevail, and end up with a soppy smile, then I have achieved what I set out to do!

Please enjoy! Tanya

9. Rob’s Story.

My routine continued unaltered into December, and Matt became a semi-permanent feature of my life! So much so that he took over taking me to hospital to see Dad! Sally found it really hilarious, and would tease me unmercifully about it. I was actually fine, as Sophie and I had merged, and I was perfectly content with my sexuality.

Matthew was very sweet, and never once suggested anything improper should take place. In fact, if anything, I was more aggressively sexual than he was! I really enjoyed the feelings I experienced, and intended to make the most of it, as I hoped that on Christmas Eve, I would be me again!

The day of the Justin Timberlake concert arrived, and I went over to Jenny’s house. Caroline and another couple of girls from their year were there. Although the youngest, I didn’t look it! I had deliberately dressed for the time of year, with a denim skirt and thick tights. I also wore a fluffy pullover, and a leather jacket.

The mini-bus collected us, and I sat next to Matthew all the way up. He slung a proprietary arm across my shoulders, and I snuggled close to him. He made me feel safe, and I loved the tingle I experienced whenever he touched me! I was Sophie more than ever, and Rob was a distant memory! I had no qualms and no regrets, but I knew that my time was limited, but just tried not to think about it too much!

It took us a couple hours to get there, and then once we were dropped off, we had to queue to get in. The atmosphere was amazing, and I just soaked it up. I had been to a couple of concerts in the early 1980s, and nothing as extravagant as this!

Justin was brilliant, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, and even more so with Matthew there. We sang all the way home, when we weren’t actually kissing! I stayed what was left of the night with Jenny, and we slept long into Sunday morning!

I felt very ashamed of myself for not wanting Sophie to go to the concert, and I re-examined my attitudes and values! Matthew behaved like a true gentleman, and if anything I had been the tart! Even so, both of us were responsible, and nothing happened to cause any concern at all! I almost wished that I had longer as I wanted to experience sex as a girl! But, on the other hand, I did not want to take that first joy away from my daughter!

I got home just before lunch, and Granny gave me a lecture about boys. I stood and smiled and nodded, and Steven grinned at me. After lunch we all trooped off to the hospital and sat around the bed. It was pretty futile, but I felt it was our duty!

We returned around teatime, and I could tell that there was something on my grandparent’s minds. As we sat round the sitting room, Granny started the conversation I had been dreading!

“Sophie dear. We really must consider the future! We can’t stay here indefinitely, and we have to accept that your father may never come back to us! Even if he does come round, he may never be the same person that he once was!”

That was one certainty, I thought!

“So, what are you saying?” I asked.

“Well, we thought we might send you two to a boarding school, and then you could stay with us in the holidays! We must really think about going home soon!”

“But I have all my friends at school, and I am doing so well! I have my GCSEs in the summer, and I really don’t want to have to move schools!”

“I don’t mind, I hate my school! Besides Sophie only wants to stay because of her boyfriend!” said Steven.

“Well, we do accept that your studies are important, so we will not take you out until the end of the school year, but certainly if your father is not back with us by the new year, we may have to start thinking about such things!” Grandpa said.

“Dad will be all right, I just know it!” I said, and saw the glance that my grandparents exchanged between themselves.

I ran up to my room, and shut the door. I was not in the mood to have an argument or a discussion with them at this moment in time. It dawned on me that the discussion not withstanding, my monthly had arrived, to make me more moody than usual!

I rang up Matthew and cried down the phone to him for ages. He was so sweet, and even offered his home so that I could stay near school. I was sorely tempted, but knew that I only had two weeks left now!

The thought made me cry even more, and I had now reached the stage that I did not want to return to being Rob! I was Sophie, and I loved being her, and the thought of having a life all over again was very attractive!

But then I thought of my dear daughter, and cried again. I was being selfish, as I had already had one chance, and this was her time! Matthew was clearly at a loss and asked if I wanted him to come over.

“No, but thanks! I’m a moody bitch at the moment, and you are better off there!” I said.

“I don’t mind, as long as you aren’t angry with me!” he said.

“Oh, you are a sweetie, no, I’m not angry with you! It is everything else! One day I will be able to tell you all my troubles, and we can laugh about it. But for the moment, I am just exceedingly pissed off!”

We chatted for some time, and I felt better, so I told him that he had cheered me up!

“That’s okay, I just love to hear your voice! I love you Sophie!”

“Oh, Matt, I think I love you too!”

“You think?”

“Yes, I’ve never felt this way about a boy before, so I have nothing to compare it to!”

“Okay, I can live with that!” he said, and I heard him chuckle. I loved his laugh.

“I love your laugh!” I said.

“I love everything about you!”

“Not everything!” I said, and he immediately understood to what I was referring.

“Okay, maybe not that, but everything else!”

We laughed and I hung up feeling much better.

School was dreary as the end of term loomed, and not having Mrs Hardacre was an added bonus at an otherwise dreary time! The new maths teacher was Miss Stoddart, who was brilliant! For a start she was only twenty-five, and good fun! Maths suddenly took on a new meaning, and my results picked up noticeably.

In fact the maths results across the school picked up, and Mrs Hardacre resigned. She had been on extended sick leave, for ‘nervous stress’, and I did not feel one single pang of guilt when given the news by the head mistress at morning assembly one week from the end of term.

There was the usual Christmas variety concert organised. Everyone was asked to try to put an act together, so Caroline, Jenny and I had been practicing a couple of numbers with choreographed steps. We called ourselves, “Boots”, and we memorised two songs by Steps.

We all bought black mini skirts and long black boots with high heels, and with lacy black tops, we thought we looked pretty good. The school always invited our male counterpart, Dr Challoner’s boys’ school, and together we ran a combined concert for charity!

We rehearsed for ages, and come the night were very nervous. Particularly when we saw the full auditorium, and so many boys in the audience! But we went on, and waited to do our number! We had got our moves just right, and we hoped we could remember all our words!

We stood with out backs to the audience, and in darkness, and when the curtain went back, we turned as the spots hit us one at a time. I was the last to turn, and I could see nothing because of the bright light in my eyes.

We were not prepared for the reaction, as when the lights hit us, and the first bars of the first song started, there was a roar from the male members of the audience!

From that moment of, we couldn’t lose, and the euphoria hit us and replaced the nerves. We just went for it, and even managed an encore of a third song we had originally selected and later rejected!

The applause went on for ages, and we came off highly euphoric and delighted with our performance, which was probably mediocre, but sufficiently raunchy to appeal to the testosterone laden youths who appreciated sexy girls!

We were watching the next act from the side, when I felt some very familiar arms encircle me from behind.

“Hi Matt!” I said, without turning round.

“You were amazing!” he told me.

“I didn’t realise you were coming!”

“It was a surprise. I am glad I did!”

“Oh yes, why is that?”

“Because you are the sexiest girl I have ever seen, and I was so proud of you!”

I kissed him, and he gave me a big cuddle.

“Are you going away for Christmas?” he asked.

“What, with my Dad in hospital?”

“Oh, I keep forgetting, you seem to be able to cope so well, you are so brave!”

“Brave, be damned, I have no choice! I just have to keep going!” I admitted.

“I am going down to Devon to stay with my Mum’s parents. I will be back after Christmas. Can we get together then?” he asked.

“Of course, if you want to, that is!” I said, and then realised that if what Sally had said was right, then I was not going to be around! Or, not as Sophie, that is!

“You know I want to! I just wish we were older and I would propose to you!”

“You daft brush, what are you like!” I said, but I was flattered and pleased.

“I love you so much!”

“Yeah, me too!” I said, and we were caught in mid-kiss by Mrs Kimble.

“Sophie, wrong time, wrong place! There’s a time and a place for these things! And this isn’t it!”

I went red and grinned, and Matthew went even redder!

Matthew and I stood together and watched the rest of the show, but to be honest we just enjoyed being together.

“So, when are you off down to Devon?” I asked.

“On about the 23^rd. we will be back for New Year. Do you want to do something for New Year?”

“I’d love to. Call me!”

“Sophie, I’ll call you every day!”

“As usual!” I said, and he laughed.

“Matt?”

“What?”

“I dreamed that my Dad came round on Christmas Eve, so pray for us then! It may just be wishful thinking, but I’d love to have him back for Christmas!”

“Sure. Would you like me to come back early?”

“You’d do that?”

“Sophie, I’d do anything for you!”

I smiled, and had a quick look round, and then kissed him again.

“No, you stay with your family. You never know, next Christmas we may be together!”

“Really? You’d spend Christmas with me?”

“Why not?”

“No reason, I’d really like that!”

“Me too, but hey, next Christmas we may not be going out together!”

“Sophie, there is no way that I would ever let you go!”

“Matt, you are sweet, but don’t get too possessive! You are my first boyfriend, and who knows, you may be my last too, but keep an open mind!”

He looked rather downcast, so I took his hand.

“Matt, don’t be miserable, if we end up getting married, I would be happy, but I need to live and experience life! You are my first boy, and no one can ever take that away! If you end up as the final boy too, then that would be okay, but I am three years younger than you, and you may meet someone else at university or something, and I want you to know that I have no hold on you!”

“You have no hold on me, other than what I have chosen to put on myself! You are my dream girl, and I am glad to be yours for however long things work out!”

“Dream girl? You soppy sod! Careful, because dreams turn into nightmares!”

“You could never be a nightmare!”

“What about the other week when I was on?”

“Okay, maybe occasionally a bit of a nightmare!” he said, grinning.

The concert came to an end, and we all took to the stage to take a final curtain, and the three of us in ‘Boots’ got the biggest ovation! As I looked down at the sea of faces, and saw Matthew smiling at me, I felt really torn. So much of me was now Sophie that it was really hard coming to terms with going back to being Rob!

I wondered how Sophie was getting on. As I left the stage, and got changed I tried to think back to that time when things were hazy for me. It was all very dim, and I gave up. I vaguely remembered getting my Colts colours, and the play, and someone called Anna, whom I met at the Christmas Ball. Sean featured somewhere but I could not remember how or why!

The play! Try as I could, I could not remember anything about it! Not one line, nothing! I only remembered that I played the part of a girl and her name had been Sophie, and that was it!

I changed into my home clothes, jeans and a pullover, and found my faithful Matthew waiting to give me a lift home. I would miss him! I sat quite quiet on the journey from School to my house, and Matthew seemed loathe to break the silence. There were only a few days left of term, and then the holidays were upon us! Not only were we to be separated, but I was possibly going to lose being Sophie forever!

When we arrived, I invited Matthew in. Granny thought he was a ‘very nice boy’, and Grandpa kept winking at me! He joined us in a hot chocolate and some of Granny’s freshly made cake.

“Did you go and see Dad today?” I asked.

“Yes dear! The doctor says that there was a blip this morning!”

“A blip?”

“Yes, apparently his brain wave monitor recorded some activity, and they are hoping that he is beginning to come out of his coma!”

I was excited, and yet in a strange way disappointed. The thought of having Sophie back won through, and I felt contentment for the time I had had, and indeed how I had conducted myself!

I gave Matthew a kiss goodbye, and he drove away.

The next day saw the three of us from Boots as school heroines. Apparently so many boys wanted to know who we were, that everyone got fed up! The concert raised a record breaking £5,000, and the heads of both schools were delighted.

We managed to struggle through the anti-climactic last few days of a very long term, and then the end was upon us! We had the Carol service as a finale, and afterwards I said a rather emotional goodbye to lots of girls, whom I knew I would never see again in this guise, and it was rather harrowing! I couldn’t allow myself to get too emotional, and had to pretend that everything was normal. It really was very hard!

I arrived home feeling rather subdued. We had a quiet supper, and both grandparents seemed to understand I just wanted to be alone. I lay on my bed, or rather Sophie’s bed, and stared at the ceiling!

I had enjoyed my time, and had no regrets. I hoped I had not mucked up her life for her, and that the experiences I had gone through would be left for her as memories!

I felt very sorry for her, as she had no way of knowing that the time was coming to an end. I hoped she enjoyed being me, and much as I enjoyed being her! I felt that I now understood her more than any other father in the world!

I went to sleep, knowing that in four days, things would be back to normal!

To be continued in Chapter 10

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