Not One of the Girls - Part 3

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Her Mum made us tea, which was nice. She cooks better than my Mum because she knows that I don't like to eat anything too fattening.

Then we remembered the carnival and started thinking about what we could wear. We dug out some old pop magazines and looked through for some pictures.

Kelly wanted me to try my outfit on as well. I was a bit reluctant because it was a dress. I mean I had worn a dress before like I said, but. They persuaded me though. It looked really good. Kelly said I needed a bra with it to make it hang right. She was sort of right because it was a bit baggy around the chest, so Kelly lent me one of hers. Actually, it was the same one I'd worn when we'd tried to get into that club. I was just putting it on when Kelly's Mum came in.

God, she made a right scene. You'd have thought nobody had ever borrowed anybody else's bra before! She gave Kelly some real verbal about it, and then asked me if I wanted to be a girl! It was so embarrassing! I told her, like, no, I didn't want to be a girl, and then she asked me if I wanted to go out with boys! Like the boys at our school are just so gross! I can't even bear to hang around with them, let alone snog them or anything! Kelly tried to explain to her that we were supposed to be the Spice Girls for the carnival, and that sort of calmed her down a bit, but I was really upset. I wanted to take the dress and the bra off, but Kelly said no, it was all right. Her Mum even bothered to say I looked quite good in it then, though it was a bit late.

I tried on some of Kelly's shoes as well It was hard to say which pair was best. There was this blue pair, which was really good, but they were blue and didn't really go with the dress. She had a black pair as well, but the toes were a bit pointy, and I didn't like them as much as the blue pair really. Kelly looked through the pop mags again, and we looked at what shoes Posh really wore. Actually, the black pair was pretty much the sort of thing she seemed to like, so in the end, we decided that maybe they were the best.

Kelly's Mum was in a better mood by now and had us all go down into the garden to take some photos of us in our outfits. It was quite a laugh really, and we did all sorts of poses to try and look like the proper Spice Girls, even if there were only three of us. Her Dad got home from work, and came out to see us, and laughed as well. It was cool because he always thought I was a girl anyway. Kelly and I had never bothered to put him right, and I suppose her Mum hadn't either. He told me I looked very pretty, and I smiled for him.

It was gone nine o'clock before we finished and got changed out of our costumes. I said goodnight to everyone, and Kelly's Dad drove me and Jess home. He said it was dangerous for young ladies like us to wander around the streets on our own, and that made us giggle because he still didn't know I was a boy, even though I was now wearing my shorts and stuff!

I nearly freaked out when I got in! My Mum was sitting on the sofa crying! She jumped up when I got in, and hugged me really hard, saying how sorry she was about the row we'd had that morning. It made me cry a bit as well. She said she was really pleased I got on well with girls. It meant that when I grew up I'd understand them better, certainly a whole lot better than my Dad ever did. I was pleased for a minute, but then she said that maybe I spent too much time hanging around with girls and that I should try and get some boys to be friends with me as well. I told her that all the boys I knew were really yucky, but then she dropped the bombshell. She'd arranged with one of her mates to bring her son around tomorrow. They were arriving at about half-past ten, and staying all day! That was just so bad! I had sort of arranged with Kelly and Jess to meet them at Kelly's place, so we could try out the makeup for our outfits. I nearly told Mum this, but then sort of thought she'd not be too happy about me putting on a lot of makeup after what she had just said. So I just said I was busy, but she wouldn't take no for an answer.

I rang Kelly up to tell her, and she thought the same as me, that my Mum had overstepped the mark. But there was nothing to do about it. This boy who was coming was at public school as well, so he was going to be a real jerk. So she knew what she was talking about when she told me I'd have an awful time. We chatted for about half an hour and then decided we might as well go to bed.