by Angharad
We found our way back to the car, after I had visited the loo once again, my little bottom was quite sore. Dr Brown had given me some loperamide to stop the problem, or more correctly, I should say, he’d given me a prescription for some of the pills which my mother went to get while I sat and trembled in the car.
It was nearly eleven o’clock as Mummy returned to the car. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
“Glad that’s over,” I replied quietly.
“I’ve got all the pills, do you want to take some?”
“Not without a drink,” I replied; I hated taking pills, but I didn’t think she’d mash them up in jam like she did when I was younger.
“There’s a cafeteria in Morrison’s, let’s pop in there and get a drink and maybe a cake.”
“Can’t we just go home?”
“We could, but I need one or two things anyway, I just thought it would be the quickest way for you to take your pills. There’s also a toilet there.”
That settled it. We went to the supermarket. I can’t say it was my favourite place on earth, but it was okay. I often helped my mother shopping–something Brian wouldn’t do if he could avoid it–so frequently Mummy did it by herself.
We entered the store and I trotted off to the loo only to be met with, “Whoa, young lady, in that one, I think.” The voice belonged to a large middle aged man who pointed at the door of the ladies.
“Sorry,” I said blushing, and darted through the door with the stereotyped picture of a woman on it. Thankfully, there was no queue. I scuttled into the cubicle and pulled my skirt up and my panties down. My tummy made horrible gurgling noises but all I did was to liberate some foul gases in a long rippling bum burp!
Mummy came in and gently called my name. I answered her and after redressing, met her by the washbasins where I washed my paws and dried them with one of those hot air things, which do everything but dry your hands.
In the cafeteria, I had some milk and a doughnut while Mummy had a coffee and scone. She pulled the pills from her handbag and read the instructions, I was supposed to take two, but we agreed I’d try one for now. I swallowed it with the milk.
“I think that went quite well, don’t you?” She said as she sipped her coffee.
“Which bit are we talking about?” I asked putting down my beaker of milk.
“With Dr Brown, I knew he’d be sympathetic.”
“How much will the appointment with the other doctor cost?” I asked, almost frightened to learn the answer.
“That is no concern of yours, darling, that’s for Daddy and me to work out.”
“Thank you, anyway.”
“You’re welcome; this is such a revelation,” she said smiling broadly.
“What is?” I asked with a degree of bewilderment.
“Having such a delightful daughter; I can’t imagine your brother being so sweet.”
“Maybe if you asked Dr Brown to refer him to a troll doctor, he’d be more pleased.”
She smiled, “I don’t think that’s likely.”
“Pity!” I added with a shrug.
“Now, now, Kylie, that’s enough of that; drink up, let’s get the shopping done. How’s the tummy?”
“A bit easier, thank you.”
“Thought so, you look better.”
“What do I do if we see anyone from school?” I asked anxiously.
“Smile sweetly and ignore them. They should all be in school anyway, so I would take issue with them and the school if anyone does recognise you.”
“They may be sick as well, or a hospital or dental appointment,” I began to build all sorts of catastrophic events.
“Here, stop worrying and push the trolley.”
We worked our way around the store and I helped pack the groceries into some bags and carry them back to the car. I felt exhausted. “Can we go home now?”
“Sure there’s nothing else you want?” Mummy asked.
“No, just to go home, I feel really tired.” I yawned to emphasise my point.
“Oh, okay, sweetheart, after all, there’s always next weekend,” my mother actually cooed at me.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” I said accusingly.
“Of course I am, so would you if the positions were reversed.”
“What, tormenting my child?” I wasn’t being too nice.
“Kylie, if I didn’t think you were joking, I’d be rather upset at that remark.”
I shrugged my shoulders, it was a bit unkind on reflection, so I apologised. “Sorry, Mummy; I’m just very tired and uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable, what your tummy?”
“All over really.”
“Come on, let’s get home then.”
We got home and had a light lunch, I was too tired to eat much and I still didn’t trust my tummy, which had punished me all morning. Maybe, this pretending to be a girl wasn’t such a good idea. However, staying home and having a sleep, was. My mother went back to school and I went up to lay on top of my bed. I took the skirt and top off and nodded off in just my bra and panties.
I really did zonk out, awaking a while later when I heard some noises from downstairs. I assumed Brian must be home, and my eyelashes sticking together reminded me I still had makeup on. I quickly threw on the skirt and top from the morning and slipped into the shoes.
I stole downstairs and followed the noises emanating from the kitchen. I walked in prepared to stand my ground against my elder sibling, if necessary making threats to tell tales. Well, it was all in keeping with the role play.
My red shoes clopped slightly on the ceramic floor of the kitchen and I was eye to eye with my father! Oh sh..oot!
“And who might you be, young lady? If either of those boys has been doing anything they shouldn’t be, there will be trouble.”
“No, they haven’t,” I replied quietly.
“Have you just woken up?” asked my dad.
“Yes,” I yawned to prove the point.
“Would you like a cup of tea, I’ve just made a pot?” He hadn’t recognised me, had my mother told him, or was she simply saying it to threaten Brian? This could get difficult.
“Yes please, Daddy.”
“Excuse me?” he said doing a double take. “Kyle?”
I nodded my head and felt close to tears.
“Jesus Christ!” He put the teapot very carefully on the table, “Please sit down and tell me what the hell is going on here.”
I, of course, burst into tears in true girly fashion and couldn’t say anything coherent for some time. He poured some teas, too embarrassed to do anything else, then eventually he came and hugged me. Of course I blubbed all over him but he at least softened a little.
“Your mother said something about some nonsense of your wearing a girl’s uniform to school or something and Brian being behind it all. I didn’t expect to find you still wearing…well dressed up as a girl. It’s a bit of a shock, that’s all.”
“Are you cross with me?” I sobbed.
“Not cross, confused I think sums it up a bit more succinctly. How long has this been going on and why aren’t you in school?”
“Since Friday, and the doctor told me to stay home for a week.”
“The doctor? Why are you sick?”
“I don’t know, he’s sending me to a psychiatrist.”
“What for?”
“To see if I’m trans..erm..gendered, that’s it, transgendered.”
“You’re not are you?”
“I don’t know, Daddy, that’s why I’m seeing her.”
He cuddled me, “I think your mother has some explaining to do, are you going to stay dressed like that?”
“Do you mind?”
“No, I suppose not, it was a bit of a shock, that’s all. If you prefer it, no it’s okay for now, just stay in-doors.” He stopped and considered what he’d just said. “You didn’t go to the doctor’s like that did you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! Well for the moment, I think you’d better stay in. Your mother and I need a bit of a talk.”
“Don’t be cross with Mummy, she’s only trying to do what she thinks is best.”
“I always thought you were a bit of a wimp, I never in a million years thought you were,” he paused, “like this.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, “If you are, I suppose it isn’t your fault especially. I suppose it explains why you don’t like sport very much.”
“I played badminton on Saturday.”
“What! Like that?”
“No, in a tennis skirt.”
“What!”
“Philip and I came runners up in his club mixed doubles.”
“What, you came second?”
“Yes, we’d have won it, except I got cramp in my leg and had to retire.”
“You played badminton as a girl?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t that deceitful?”
“A bit, Philip couldn’t get anyone else to partner him.”
“Who’s Philip?”
“Philip Gonnersall, from school.”
“Is he your boyfriend or something?”
“Erm…” I blushed very red.
“He is, isn’t he?”
“Erm…”
“So, does that make you gay as well?”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” I managed to blurt out before dissolving in tears.
“Does it or doesn’t it?” He seemed to be talking to himself as I clutched to him, “If you’re really a girl, then it isn’t or is it? Talk about complicated. At least you can’t get pregnant. Thank heaven for small mercies.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I blubbed.
He went off to the cloakroom and I sat at the table and tried to dry my eyes without getting mascara all over my face.
“Hello faggot,” said Brian loudly as he came in.
“You can retract that and apologise to Kyle, NOW!” said my father as he walked back into the kitchen.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Hi dad, nothing, apologise to your bro…sister, this minute.”
“Okay, sorry Kylie.” The look in his eyes was more angry than apologetic.
“Kylie, so that’s what you’re calling yourself, is it?”
“That’s what they call him in school most of the time,” offered my vengeful sibling.
“Is this true?”
“Course, innit Kylie?” said Brian, stirring malevolently.
“Well?” asked my father.
“Sometimes.” I said and shrugged, feeling tears again. I longed for my mother to return home and rescue me from all these questions.
“How long has all this been going on?” asked my father to no one in particular.
“Ages,” said my brother, smirking at me, he was enjoying turning the screw.
“Is this true?” my father asked his voice sounding concerned.
“Yeah, he, I mean she’s as queer as a four pound note.”
“Brian, that is not helpful, if anything it is unhelpful. It’s also self-contradictory, how can your brother be homo–gay, if he’s really a she?”
Brian shrugged, “Dunno, can I go now, I have homework to do?”
“Yes, go along.”
“Well, what are we going to do with you Kyle–ee?”
“I don’t know,” I sat looking at the floor.
“If you’re going to be a girl, then you can help your mother by scraping some potatoes for dinner. Do you know what she’s planned for dinner?”
“We bought some pork chops earlier.”
“You went shopping as well, dressed like that?”
“Yes, why?”
He shook his head in disbelief. “Okay, do the potatoes and whatever other veg you can find.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I have some reports to draft, I’ll be in the study,” with that he went off clutching his briefcase.
I was up to my eyeballs with potatoes and carrots when Mummy came home.
“How’s my favourite girl?” said my mother as she came in, “Ooh, doing the spuds, how kind, I could get used to this you know.”
I hugged her, “I don’t think Daddy feels the same,” I said emotionally.
“I’ll deal with your father,” she said with a determination that I hadn’t heard for quite a while. “Make me a cuppa will you and I’ll go and talk with him.”
“Have I done enough potatoes?” I asked as I boiled the kettle.
“Yes, that’s plenty, sweetheart, scrape half a dozen carrots and slice them, you know top ‘n tail them first, like we did on Sunday. Pop them on to boil, then turn it down to a simmer.
She put the chops on a baking tray and slipped them in the oven. She took her tea and one for my father and went off to the study. I tried not to think what they were saying, instead trying to concentrate on the tasks in hand, it wasn’t easy however, and I felt myself tremble several times. I really didn’t know where all this was going to go, nor did I know what I wanted out of it.
I turned the vegetables down to a simmer and checked the chops, they were cooking okay, I sat in the kitchen and worried over what was happening in the study. While I waited I laid the table, not so much to gain brownie points, but for something to do.
A few moments after I’d finished the phone rang. I answered it. “Hello?”
“Kylie?”
“Philip?”
“Yes you dozy female, who else knows about you?”
“Half the planet I expect with my luck.”
“How come?”
“Never mind, my dad came home and met me for the first time this afternoon.”
“Didn’t he know then?”
“Sort of, my mother told him over the phone.”
“Oh, what did he say?”
“He asked me who I was; he didn’t recognise me.”
“Oh wow, he didn’t recognise his own kid, weird or what?”
“Well, you can imagine how I felt.” I felt a blush coming on.
“Weird man, anyway, you still up for tonight, a bit more celebrating?”
“I don’t know, I’ll have to see what my parents say, can I ring you back?”
“Yeah, sure. See ya later, kiss, kiss,” he tittered.
I felt myself grow hotter. I replaced the handset and went to check the dinner. Everything was nearly cooked. What do I do now? If I disturb my parents it could have consequences.
I waited another ten minutes and turned off all the heat, it was going to spoil if I left it much longer. I decided I needed a decision from a higher authority. I knocked on the study door.
My mother answered, “Yes, poppet?”
“Everything is cooked,” I said feeling my anxiety levels rising.
“Have you made the gravy?”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Yes you can, sweetie, like we did on Sunday.”
“I’d rather not.”
My mother looked at me, she was about to shoo me off when she changed her mind. “Okay, I’ll come now, switch it all off.”
“I have, Mummy.”
“Stuart, I need to go and sort out the dinner, Kylie has cooked most of it, we’ll finish this later.”
I heard my dad say, “Okay,” and my mother followed me to the kitchen. She checked everything, “Good girl,” she beamed at me, “I think I prefer this side of you to the sit-around boy one.”
I blushed and shrugged my shoulders, what could I say?
She made some gravy and dished up the food, I was sent to call Brian, who quietly insulted and threatened me. “Watch it nancy-boy, you won’t always have Mum and Dad to protect your femmy arse, and I’ll be waiting.”
“You started this, you moron!”
He retaliated by pulling my bra strap and letting it go with a slap. “Ouch, you pig,” I yelled.
“Brian, leave her alone,” shouted my mother, “how many times have I got to tell you?”
“You big fairy,” he hissed at me, “I’ll get you later.”
I gave him the finger and ran down the stairs before he could hit me. I nearly collided with my father as we ran into the dining room. “Boys, I mean kids behave will you, Brian stop chasing your sister I won’t tell you again.”
“Ha ha, even Dr Brown said he was a troll,” I smirked.
“I didn’t know it was a medical term,” said my father, “but it might explain a few things,” he smiled.
We ate dinner and I wondered how I was going tell them about Philip coming over, when my mother sorted the problem. “Who was on the phone earlier?”
“Erm, Philip, he wants to come over to tell me about the homework.” I blushed.
“An’ a quick snog, I’ll bet. I heard about the badminton match.” Brian gloated as I blushed even deeper red.
“What’s all this about?” demanded my father.
“His boyfriend kissed him after the badminton.”
“Her boyfriend, Brian, how many times do we have to tell you?” corrected my mother.
“Bloody fairy,” Brian hissed under his breath.
“Brian, you are grounded for a month.” My father decided enough was enough. “Kylie, your friend can come but no fooling about. If you are presenting as a young lady you’d better act like one, not a slapper. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I said wondering whether I’d been complimented or reprimanded.
“Yeth, Daddy,” Brian mimicked in an exaggerated manner.
“That, has just cost you a quarter of your next monthly allowance.” My father was getting tough.
“What! That is like, so unfair. That little fairy is being spoilt to death, and me, the normal one, is being punished.”
“I’m not punishing you for being normal, I’m fining you because you’re a bully and I don’t like bullying. Kylie is faced with making some huge decisions which could affect us all and all you can do is make stupid and unhelpful comments.”
Brian stood up to argue until my father added, “If I were you, young man, I’d think very carefully before you lose even more of your allowance.”
Brian hesitated and sat down, “Can I go up to my room?”
“Yes,” my father acceded and Brian gave me a look of pure malice as he left the room. “Don’t let him get to you,” reassured my dad, “If he tries it on, let me know.”
“I’ll be alright, Daddy.” I left it at that.
“You’d better go and call Philip, hadn’t you?” suggested my mother. So I did, he was coming over in half an hour, so I could help with the dishes. It wasn’t creeping, I just felt it was something I ought to do. Mummy and Daddy went back into the study, to continue their discussion, Brian was up in his room judging by the noise of punk music coming from it, and I was in the kitchen playing Cinderella.
I rinsed everything off and loaded the dishwasher, I was standing in front of it when my mother popped her head around the door and said, “Kylie, why don’t you pop and freshen up before Philip gets here, oh, and thanks for looking after the dinner. It’s really nice to have a daughter about the place.”
Before I could respond she’d gone back to the study with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I went up to the bathroom and redid my makeup and combed my hair, then squirted some of the smelly my mother had given me, around my throat. I was hardly a femme fatale, but I had attempted some effort.
Philip arrived about fifteen minutes later. As I answered the door my father emerged from the study and reminded us, ‘no hanky-panky’. I have rarely felt more embarrassed. If he had told Philip to treat his daughter with respect, it could hardly have been more cringe worthy.
“What was all that about?” asked Philip.
“Brian the troll, told them about you kissing me on Saturday.”
“Oh trust him, the arsehole!”
“Did I tell you my doctor called him a troll?”
“No, good diagnosis though.”
“Yeah, that’s like, what I thought, too.”
We talked about school and he showed me the homework. I copied the details and would do it tomorrow. He promised to bring me the next lot tomorrow, I suppose I should have been grateful but somehow, having homework to do didn’t like, set me alight with gratitude. I suspected that Mummy would want me to do some housework too. This being a girl was hard work.
We sat together at the dining table, and Philip rubbed his foot against my leg and kept winking whenever I gave him eye contact. He seemed to have no problem with my new status. He even risked a kiss or two, but my heart was beating so loudly, I thought my parents must be able to hear it through the wall.
After Philip left, my parents summoned me to the study. “Kylie, this is what we have decided,” said my mother in a no-nonsense kind of way. “You can stay as a girl for the week, so you can get a little practice in and get a bit more of a feel for the role. As we don’t know when the appointment is going to come through for the specialist, we can’t plan that yet. Any questions?”
“Erm, what if I want to go back to being a boy before then?”
“Reasonable question,” said my father, “unfortunately, I think we’d prefer you to stay in girl mode, so you can get as much experience as possible during the week.”
“What about if I have to go out?” I asked, wondering if all this was a good idea.
“You seemed to cope quite well yesterday with the doctor’s and the supermarket.”
“What if someone asks me to baby sit?”
“You don’t have to accept it, but I think only the two you’ve already sat for, will be in touch for that sort of thing. As for your locksmith thing, they’ll have to get used to seeing a girl or you can refuse to help.”
They seemed to have thought through most things, which was confirmed by my father saying, “While you’re home this week, you can help out around the house, do a bit of housework or laundry and start the evening meals. It’ll be good practice if you need to look after a boyfriend or husband.”
I felt myself go pale, boyfriend, husband that was further ahead than I wanted to go for now at least. Oh boy, they were getting serious, all because that nincompoop brother of mine wanted a love letter back from his ex-slut girlfriend. Somehow, none of it seemed quite fair, yet I know my parents were making huge leaps in adjusting to my apparent situation. Part of me felt worried about it all, another was enjoying it. I looked at my nails; I needed to re-varnish them–tomorrow.
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Any errors, etcetera are entirely my responsibility for missing them, so blame me - Gabi, not Angharad.
Comments
Very Good Chapter Gabi/Angharad.
It is wonderful that her Daddy is supporting her too. But that troll
Brian is trouble waiting to happen. I wonder what is in store for Kylie now?
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
totally insane #5
ok verry good wood love to read more on this but can some one tell me what a trolly is is it not a street car? have a good one love n hugs whildchild
mr charlles r purcell
verry good story i wood love to see a lot more of this all i can say is wow verry good thanks for shareing
Trolls
Trolls are mythical evil creatures from Norse mythology, so thay go back a long, long way. They are incredibly ugly, which is why Scandinavian children fear them (be good of the trolls will get you). for more details see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll .
I hope this helps,
Gabi
Gabi.
Sorry to burst your bubble
Sorry to burst your bubble Gaby, but they asked about trolleys not trolls. :P
Don't get your knickers in a twist
Danielle Clair,
Gabi is quite right, it is Trolls that are talked about in the story, not Trolleys. Brian is referred to as a TROLL in the story, not a trolley, so it has nothing to do with streetcars—or Trams as they are called in UK.
So you had no need to get your knickers in a twist.
Hilary
Actually I think it has both
Actually I think it has both - Brian the Troll and a reference to a supermarket trolley in the line:
“Here, stop worrying and push the trolley.â€
Re: Totally Insane #5
Trolley in this case refers to the shopping cart used to hold one's purchases in a store.
A trolly is a cart in
A trolly is a cart in English from across the pond.
Thats what happens when two countries that speak the same language are separated by this much distance, they develop different quirks in language. The term is slang I suppose.
On to the story.
Very good! I've been reading it since the first one, and although it hasn't been on my list to watch out for, like Camp K. has been, I've enjoyed reading, although I'm a little confused. Is Kylie actually transgendered or is she just placating everybody because its the path of least resistance?
Enough Hints Have Been Dropped
that I believe Kylie is transgendered. She enjoys Phillip, enjoys the attention, enjoys the thrill of having a boyfriend, and "sort of" enjoys wearing girls clothes and "being a girl." The protests (very weak) are being made because Kylie is scared at the adults reactions to this. She doesn't want anyone angry at her. She wants to be herself. This is what I'm reading from the story. Please correct me Auntie if I'm wrong!
And yes this IS a SUPER STORY!
Many Hugs! (I Love this Story Lots!!!!! ^.^)
BigCloset TopShelf
You don't have to go across the pond...
to find different terms... I learned about Parque's this past week. And that was just across the border.
Annette
You don't have to go across borders...
...at least not international ones, to find different terms either. One of the terms that was used to track and identify dialectic boundaries in the U.S. was the difference in usage between coke, soda, and pop.
-Liz
Successor to the LToC
Formerly known as "momonoimoto"
thanks ...
... for another wonderful chapter.
A lot is pointing towards Kylie being TG but its not yet certain.
She did not really have time to settle down and consider yet. Things have happend so awfully fast for her. Her staying home as a girl for a week is probably a good way to relax, settle down and think things through. Considering how she really feels without so much outside presure.
She seems to start to realize she actually does enjoy being a girl but she is not ready to fully accept that yet. The last years she had to "fight" to be accepted as boy since thats what her body sais and how she was brought up so far because of it.
Now suddenly she is to be girl which seems natural but is against anything she was used to do. Its no wonder she needs some time to accept fully that it is ok to just let go of controling to be male and let her natural femal side out without guilt.
I hope we will see her develop further in future chapters.
Its also great to read how well the parents reacted.
thanks again
hugs
Holly
Friendship is like glass,
once broken it can be mented,
but there will always be a crack.
Brian
With the comments that Brian keeps throwing out to Kylie, I would suspect that Brian is gay himself, or at least is having such feelings, and this is his way to deal with those feelings.
Is he?
TG?
I'm not sure I agree that enough hints have been dropped that Kyle is TG.
I feel that whilst he is good at being Kylie and lots of people have been calling him that, it's not enough.
The fact that Kyle also likes Philip doesn't mean it either.
He is obviously in two minds and whilst it appears from the story that Kyle will become Kylie full-time, it's not a done deal.
It looks like another non-ending endnote is going to spring forth and I for one am itching to know what happens.
Brian the troll needs a damned good pasting, but I think he's he's heading for that - well, fingers crossed that it's going to happen anyway.
This is good Angharad; really good.
Hugs
Lady E
And then we have trolly
And then we have trolly being a nickname for a streetcar in the United States.
Great Britain, the U.S., Australia, Canada, New Zealand, India, and South Africa all speak English, yet half the time we don't know what each other is talking about. I think mainly because of the slang words we all use. English is such a cool language eh?
Angahrad, you really have a wonderful talent for writing, as all your stories are so sweet, funny, and give an excellent reflection of life as it truly is in most instances. Kylie is adorable and her "troll" brother Brian met his match with their father. I do believe Brian is going to plot something to cause Kylie lots of problems which could be harmful to her, and without realizing it cause the entire family the same problems.
I remember trolley buses…
…in my childhood. For you ’mericans trolley buses were electric driven road buses, usually double deckers, which collected their power from two 'trolley poles' on the roof which ran along overhead wires. They were wonderfully green with no exhaust emissions (save those form the power station) and virtually silent, emitting an almost inaudible whine. Sadly they were too limited being tied to routes which had the necessary overhead catenary, so were gone from most places by the 1960s.
Incidentally, Brian obviously thinks Kylie is "off her trolley"!
Hugs,
Gabi.
Gabi.
Neighborhood
Anyone who watched Mr. Rogers as a kid knows what a trolley is.
It's a little model train that sounds like a jazzy piano.
Trolleys
Many American cities still had electric trolleys when I was little. I remember them in Albuquerque, Dallas, Little Rock, Oklahoma City, Witchita and Kansas City in particular and I think they still had some in San Diego and downtown Los Angeles. Even small cities like Flagstaff and Palm Springs had them. The oil, tire and gas companies here in the US bought them up and wrecked them for salvage. The old Interurban medium rail lines, like L.A. Pacific Red Cars, were also decommissioned in the name of progress.
- Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
What a pleasant story...
... to find on my return to the states from Canada (where the danged Hotel's ISP was less than reliable.
Maybe they should try to get brian out in the sunlight. I heard that was effective in slowing down trolls. :-)
Annette
The Trouble Is
Nobody has really got into Brian. All this grounding and reduction of pocket money doesn't mean a thing to an arsehole like him. I know it's dreadfully non-PC, but what he needs is a good belting. If he doesn't hurt he won't understand.
As for trolley buses, we had them in Brighton (England and Hove 'actually') until the early sixties, and my memory says they were scrapped because petrol/diesel was cheaper and more flexible. GREEN wasn't heard of then.
Another nice chapter, Angharad,but please do something about Brian,
Hugs,
Joanne
Ring that Bell
I have a suspicion that the American streetcar or trolley, equates to the U.K. tram.
Which are of course coming back into vogue in Manchester, Sheffield, Nottingham. All the more forward looking cities. I don't think they have got the message In London and the South though. It usually takes an extra twenty years or so for innovation to filter down there.
They had trams in my home town in those halcyon days when I was young. Riding a bicycle on wet cobbled streets intersected by tram lines required an advanced level of skill.
Hugs,
Weirdly
I just saw a video on this by weird coincidence. They had both electric trolley cars, on rail lines, and electric trolley buses in LA into the early sixties. The trolley was actually the thing that rode the overhead line bringing current to the motors. Sometimes this was called a truck, if it had wheels that rode the line.
In the US, a tram is usually a wheeled train pulled by an electric tractor, mostly in parking lots, industrial sites or short distances on streets. In some places, a tram is just a specialized passenger train with open cars running on a track, like to take people up a mountain to see the view. A tram can also be a sky-tram, where the cars hang suspended from overhead cables to cross a river or go up a mountain.
In San Diego, they have a "trolley" now which is very convenient. It's really medium electric railway with closed cars but it has an overhead catenary and a trolley to collect the juice.
Love the story, BTW. It's got the irresistible logic of a good farce. :)
Love and geeking on the details,
Lainie
Re: Weirdly
I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and we have streetcars that run off overhead cables much like what is shown in your picture here. The major difference is that most of our streetcars have been in service for about 20 years, maybe longer, and are single cars. We do have some modern ones that came into service a couple of years ago that are two cars about 2/3 the length of a normal one connected at the mid-point.
This one is good but also
This one is good but also very confusing to me.
But that's no news :)
Anyway it would be good if Kylie made up his/her mind.
And preferably let us readers know too :)
Like stating a opinion of his/her own sort of.
somehow I think it would make it easier on the parents too.
Cheers
Yoron.
Cinderella
We can help-a Cinderelly!
We can make the dress so pretty
There's nothing to it, really!
At least she does not have a wicked step-mother, the troll brother is bad but over all better off.
Love and Light from Jessica and Racheal
Goddess Bless you
Love Desiree
Attitude adjustment for Brian, soon.
Dad's sort of taking Kyle's experiencing Kylie okay, except for the derogatory comments. Which weren't as bad as those Brian uttered.
And speaking of Brian, he really needs an attitude adjustment rather soon, before he steps into it big time. Fining him is the only way to get through to him that his behavior was bad? Where is the making him do things around the house to earn his allowance? How about KP duty, instead mom so wanting a daughter has Kylie only help her? With Brian's current attitude, it's a wonder any girl wants anything to do with him. With his attitude, he's apt to bite off more than some letter he wanted back. He's apt to get so over his head he'll end up in police custody. And maybe that will happen sooner than later, since he has again threatened Kylie with getting her later.
It is a strange situation between Philip and Kylie. Philip does know Kyle is under the clothing, but seems attracted to Kylie anyway. Does that say something about Philip's social life of his gender preferences? This is another confusing area for Kylie, given they both are physically boys. Hopefully the doctor can help Kyle sort thing out.
Others have feelings too.