Part 6
"Not so fast, I know Anne will want to see you in your pretty dress." She giggled. I tried to break free, but despite the age difference she was bigger and stronger than I was. "Anne have you seen my little sister" she called. I then heard giggles from next door as they obviously realised who I was.
"Don't you look sweet" said Anne's mother. "I didn't recognise you at first."
"Why is he wearing such a frilly party dress ? Even I don't wear ones like that any more. Is he a sissy ?" Anne asked my sister.
"He fell in aunty's pond up to his middle and this was the only thing they could find that would fit her, I mean him" she giggled.
"Does that mean he's wearing girls underwear ?"
"Yes and very frilly undies at that." Before I could stop her he lifted the dress to reveal the petticoats and then the panties, causing Anne to laugh even more. "And what about her feet ?" continued Sandra.
"Lace ankle socks ! How cute, just like the pretty ribbons in her hair. With those and that pinafore she looks more like a five year old girl." She and Sandra burst in to giggles. I was about to reply when mum called out
"Okay, that's enough get in the car now or we'll never get home." It was a relief to get away from Anne's laughter, although Sandra continued to tease me saying "I think Anne's right you do look more like a five year old. I was forgetting seven year old don't wear such frilly things any more." until mum stopped her again.
We got home without further embarrassment and after a snack mum decided it was time for bed.
"Mum I will need help getting out of this dress." I called.
"Okay I'll be up in a minute." She helped me take off the dress and petticoat and to my consternation began to hang them and the apron up in my wardrobe.
"Mum do you have to hang them there. Can't they go in Sandra's wardrobe ? They are girls clothes after all."
"I'll ask her" said mom leaving the room to return only moments later. "Sandra says she hasn't got room and any way they were lent to you not her." I quickly went to the bathroom stripped of the underwear putting it for washing, washed myself and returned to my bedroom. My pyjamas, that up until now had been fine, felt slightly rough after the silkiness of the undies and I began to wonder what it would be like to wear one of my sisters silky night-dresses. I was just getting in to bed when mum returned and started smiling. "Are you going to bed like that ?"
"What do mean ? I go to bed like this every night."
"I just thought you might want to remove the pretty ribbons from your hair first." she laughed. I went bright red with embarrassment. I had got so used to them being there I had forgotten about them. I got up and removed them handing them to mum, who popped them in my underwear draw. I didn't bother arguing and went back to bed.
I didn't think about any of the outfit again until the following Thursday when mum called Sandra and I into the kitchen. "Here you are, I've ironed you clothes so go and put them away. Don't let me find any on your bedroom floor or you'll be for it." I took my pile of clothes up to my bedroom. I took the top couple of items off and put them in my draw. The next was the underwear I had worn under the party dress.
"Mum" I called "what shall I do with the underwear and socks for the party dress ?" I heard a giggle from Sandra's room but ignored it.
"Put them in your draw until we find out what aunty Caroline wants to do about it." I didn't like the idea of keeping them in my draws in case any one found out about it. It was bad enough having the dress and pinafore hanging in my wardrobe. It would only need for a friend to find out and I'd be the laughing stock at school. As I hid it as well as I could under my other underwear I heard a further giggle and turned to see my sister standing in the doorway.
"I bet you can't wait to wear those frilly things again."
"Of course I don't. I'll be pleased when I can get all this lot back to aunty Caroline's." Sandra looked over the pile of clothes "This is pretty." she said picking up lace hanky Kirsty had used to dry my tears and then placed in the pocket of the pinny. Has my sissy brother go any more pretty hankies like this ?"
"It's not mine it's Kirsty's."
"She obviously thinks you like using pretty sissy hankies."
"Well I don't and it'll go back with the other clothes."
"I've got some pretty lacy ones I'll lend you if you want."
"Well I don't, so go away." She left chanting
"Sissy uses lacy hankies." If it hadn't been for the fact that I'd get in more trouble I would have thumped her one . She really had a knack of getting under my skin.
It was at this point I remembered the roll of film. I pulled open my wardrobe and felt in the pockets of the pinny. Both were empty. A further check of my bedroom and the car showed me that I must have lost it at Kirsty and Becky's. Still that was no problem as I knew they would get rid of it so decided to forget about it.
That was until two days later.
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Part 7
That was until two days later. I had been out with my mates and had come back for a shower. Nobody was in and I relaxed in a long hot shower. When I finally got out I could hear mum downstairs. As I was drying myself mum walked in to the bathroom.
"I am surprised you haven't dissolved the length of time you have been in there. Any way when you're dry just put your dressing gown on and come downstairs. I have got something to show you." Intrigued I rapidly dried myself and went downstairs. Mum was sitting on the settee and motioned for me to join her. As I sat down she handed me a pink book on the cover of which was a picture of a toddler wearing a pretty dress and the words mummy's little girl.
"What's this ?" I asked.
"Open it up and then I am hoping you can tell me." I did so and was speechless with shock. The book turned out to be a photograph album and on the very first page was a picture of me in the yellow party dress at aunty Caroline's. "I said you looked really sweet and now we have photo's to prove it. And I didn't realise you knew how to curtsey." She said turning the page. "Well does my little girl want to explain ?"
"I'm not a girl I'm a boy, and Becky made me pose for these." I went on to give a very brief and edited explanation of what had happened leaving out things like the kisses from Kirsty. Mum was annoyed but I said it was sorted out and made her promise not to say anything about it to aunty Caroline. She still insisted on going through all the pictures making various comments like 'little girls shouldn't show their knickers off' and 'I can see you like playing with dollies, perhaps you want some for your Birthday'. I pointed out that I didn't.
"Are you sure ? I know Sandra would love to help me choose one for you."
"Well I'm a boy, I don't want any dolls. And please don't let Sandra see these, she'd find some way of showing her friends and then my life wouldn't be worth living. In fact I think I'll go and hide them right now." Before I could move mum took the book from me.
"That wont be necessary, I'll look after it, we wouldn't want you to have an accident and the photo's get destroyed." She smiled obviously having known what I really intended doing which was confirmed as I turned red. "Don't look so disappointed. I promise not to show them to Sandra without your permission. Still I think it's time you got dressed, do want some help with your dress ?"
"What ?"
"Only joking" she laughed seeing the expression on my face. We then both went upstairs she taking the photograph album into her bedroom as I went to mine. I closed the door and sat on my bed stunned. Mum had obviously checked the apron found the film at the same time as the hanky and that was I couldn't find it. I finally decided to get dressed
Part 8
I finally decided to get dressed and opened the draw for some clean underwear. I could see the edge of the knickers peeping out from under my pants and memories came back of their silky feel. 'No one would know if I wore them' I thought. Wrong ! Mum would when they were washed. 'Hold on! I'm a boy of course I wasn't going to wear them. Why was I even considering it ?' I hurriedly dressed in my regular clothes and arrived downstairs just as Sandra got home.
"Mum you know I am having my birthday party next week ?"
"I thought we agreed you were just having four friends over ?"
"Yes, but it still a party. But I wondered if it could be fancy dress ?"
"Well I suppose so, why ?"
"Well then Alan could wear his pretty party dress." She laughed dashing for the stairs with me in hot pursuit. I could mums laughter following me.
"Don't kill her Alan "she called to me "I haven't got time to clean up the mess." Her comments managed to defuse the situation somewhat and anyway Sandra was in her bedroom before I caught up with her and locked the door. I wouldn't actually be there when her friends arrived for her 'party', I had already arranged to go to my friends house. I knew that Sandra wouldn't really want me there, any more than I wanted to be. I went downstairs and helped mum get the tea.
The following day Mum got a letter to say that whilst the orchestra that Sandra played in had come second in the regional finals they were the highest scoring losers and hence had a place in the final. Mum and Sandra were over the moon. The contest was held on a Saturday and Sunday and as it was to be held in Birmingham it would mean going up on Friday evening and returning Sunday night. I wasn't over keen but mum thought we should both be there.
As it happened I didn't go. A week before the contest I got the measles. By the Friday of the contest weekend I was feeling a lot better but mum said it would be safer if I stayed at home. Mum phoned aunty Caroline to see if should could come over to look after me. Becky was already going away and as Kirsty said she would be happy to look after me aunty Caroline went to the contest.
Kirsty and her mum arrived just after tea on Friday. I was lying on the settee in the lounge watching television. Kirsty joined me dropping two bags in the corner. "How's the invalid then ?"
"I'm feeling a lot better thanks. At least most of the spots have gone."
"Good. I'm glad you're downstairs, it means I won't have to keep dashing up and down to 'sort you out' " She said with a glint in her eye. Mum. Sandra and aunty Caroline left soon after, as they had a fair way to go. The program finished as there was nothing else we wanted to watch we switched the television off.
"Well what would you like to do now ? Read, play a board game, dress up ?" I looked up quickly when she said that. She smiled. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want too, but I am simply offering you the choice. Wouldn't you prefer to wear a pretty silky night-dress instead of those pyjamas ?"
"I'm not a sissy !" I stated firmly. She came over and sat beside me.
"I didn't say you were" she said looking slightly hurt which made me feel ashamed of the way I had replied to her offer.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just Sandra still makes jokes about me wearing that dress."
"It's okay I wont mention it again." I stripped of my pyjama top.
"Please can âŚ" I wanted to see what it felt like in a nightie, but found it impossible to ask outright. She smiled gave me a quick hug and went over to one of the bags she had brought in. She returned holding a pink short sleeved silky nightie trimmed at the hem with lace and a big pink bow on the front. As I slipped it on I felt a stirring down below and hoped Kirsty wouldn't see it. It felt so nice but it also felt wrong - boys don't wear nighties. I was so confused that I began to panic wanting to both keep it on and rip it off. Kirsty obviously realised what was happening as she held me tightly.
"It's all right. As far as I'm concerned all boys should be allowed to wear pretty things like girls do. There's nothing wrong with you for liking them so try to relax and enjoy it." As I calmed down, Kirsty relaxed her hold. "Do you want the matching knickers as well ?" I was going to say no until I remembered the feel of those I wore under the dress. As she got them I pulled of the pyjama bottoms and sat down to make my excitement less obvious. "Stand up and step in to these" she said holding out the pink knickers with rows of lace across the seat. I stood up and she smiled as a small tent appeared at he front of the nightie. She pulled the knickers up and carefully tucked me inside. Running her hands over the ruffles at the back she said "They seem to fit you perfectly at the back." Then doing the same at the front, sending shivers through me continued. "and I dare say once you have calmed down, they will fit at the front as well." I blushed even deeper red at which she giggled. "I'm so glad you let me dress you up, it's like having the little sister I always wanted, the thirty minutes between Becky and I hardly counts."
"If you want⌠I'll be her for the weekend." I wasn't sure why I offered, maybe just because of the crush I still had on her.
"That's so sweet, I would like that as long as you do too."
"Just don't tell anyone or make me go outside." I said panicking at what I might have let myself in for.
"Of course not, it'll just be me and you." Although it wasn't very late I was feeling tired so decided to go to bed. I headed for my bedroom as Kirsty took her stuff into the guest room. To my surprise, on the pillow, was the photo album of me in the party outfit. A note was on it.
Alan,
I thought you might want to show this to Kirsty but didn't want to mention it in front of you in case you wanted to forget it, it's up to you.
DON'T lose any of them or I will have a repeat photo session with Sandra to help me.
Love Mum.
I quickly hid the album under my pillow as Kirsty came in. "Come on slow coach into bed with you." I slid into bed as normal and found all the nightie under my armpits. Kirsty laughed. "Little girls have to get into bed holding the bottom of their nighties." She made me get out of bed and when I got back in made sure I kept my nightie around me. She gave me a peck on the cheek before switching off the light and going to her room. Despite being tired I could not get to sleep immediately the soft silky feel of the nightie and panties felt so good. I finally nodded off thinking how great it must feeling to go to bed like this every night.
Part 9
I woke the next morning feeling very relaxed. Well one part of me wasnât exactly relaxed but I did manage to get it so just before Kirsty entered. It was difficult to keep it so as Kirsty was only wearing a nightie which didnât hide much. âMorning Alan.â She said smiling âready for breakfast then ?â
âYes please.â
âRight out of bed then, just come down as you are.â As we were eating she asked âDo you still want to be my little sister today ?â
âYes, I said I would.â
âI just wanted to be sure. Have you worn any of the things you went home in, since then ?â
âNo, I couldnât because I would have had to explain to mum why they were in the washing. You wont get in to trouble when your mum sees these will you ?â I asked indicating the night wear.
âNo, itâs very sweet of you to be worried about me. Becky and I do most of our own washing now so mum probably wont even notice. Now do you feel up to having bath ?â
âI think so.â
âOkay Iâll go and run you one.â With that she left and I loaded the dishwasher. âItâs readyâ she called a few moment later. I went to the bathroom and was surprised to see a bath full of bubbles. âOff with your panties thenâ Kirsty encouraged after I removed the nightie.
âArenât you going to leave ?â
âNo, I need to have a wash and then I can help my little sister with her hair.â She looked at me and then smiled as she realised what I thought was a problem. âI see. Iâll go if you want me too, but sisters see each other with nothing on all the time.â I decided to get on with the bath and rapidly removed the panties and got in. The bubbles covered most of my embarrassment. As I started my bath Kirsty filled the basin and then removed her nightie. I was shocked as I had only ever seen breasts in pictures. Her giggle broke the spell and I went very red, realising I had been staring at them.
âIâm sorryâ I mumbled âI didnât mean toâŚâ
âIt quite okay, I should have realised you hadnât seen a real pair before. At our house we do this all the time.â I was only glad that the bubbles hid the effect she was having on me. She finished her wash and left to get dressed. She returned dressed in the usual Jeans and T-shirt. âYou donât mind if I donât wear a dress too, do you ?â
âNo, of course not.â
âThanks. Right letâs get your hair sorted out.â I was a bit apprehensive about how she was going to âsort it outâ, but it was nice to relax as she washed it. It turned out that that was all she was doing for now. âOkay out you getâ she continued holding out a towel. I got out and she wrapped it round me proceeding to dry me off all over with obvious results. âAre we going to have problems with that all day ?â she laughed.
âIâm sorry itâs just Iâve never had someone as pretty as you look after me.â I said not daring to look at her. She lifted my chin to look me in the eyes.
âThatâs one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. And I really donât mind, in fact itâs quite a compliment. Still itâs time you were getting dressed.â She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom she was using. âNow, do you just want to wear the party dress or I have these for now and you can leave the party dress for tonight.â Kirsty then pulled out a pretty pink pinafore dress embroidered with flowers, silky lace trimmed petticoat, white frilly blouse, a pair of pink lace topped ankle socks an a pair of pink nylon panties with masses of lacy frills. She could see I was concerned.
âWhatâs the matter ? If you donât want to dress up, I donât mind, I just thought it might be fun.â
âI do want to butâŚâ
âBut what ?â
âWell when I had to change at your house, you only had party dresses. Now youâve got these.â At this point I began to panic. âYou didnât borrow them from Anne did you ? She doesnât know about this does she ?â I was about to rush out, tears forming at the thought of Anne knowing, as it would soon be spread around the neighbourhood. I had only be spared the story about me in a party dress being known as both my mum and Anneâs had told Sandra and Anne not to tell anyone.
âWhoa !â Kirsty said, grabbing me as I began to leave. âI wouldnât do anything like that to you. The socks and panties are from the pink party dress outfit. And the rest are yours.â
âMine ?â
âYes, when I knew I was coming to stay for the weekend I had a look in some charity shops for some pretty little girls things for you.â
âYou did that for me ?â
âOf courseâ She leant down a kissed me on the cheek. âIf itâs a problem to stop your mum or Sandra from finding them I can keep them at my house. Alright ?â I just nodded âOkay Alan letâs get you dressed.â
âKirsty, could IâŚâ
âWhat ?â
âCan I be called by a girlâs name ?â
âI hoped you would ask, but I didnât want to suggest it, as I think it would be more appropriate. What do want to be called ?â
âWell, I thought perhaps âMandyâ.
âAlright letâs get little Mandy dressed. She removed the towel and held out the knickers for me to step into. By the time she had pulled them up I was rapidly hardening again. She said nothing, just smiled as she made sure it was tucked in to the panties. Next came the petticoat, the silkiness of which only added to the effect. Kirsty proceeded to dress me in the rest of the outfit, the blouse felt odd as she did up the buttons at the back and then slipped the dress over it all. Finally she added the socks, unfortunately I had no appropriate shoes, the Mary Jane shoes I had worn were now too small for comfort.
âWhat a pity you havenât got any Mary Jane shoes, we could have gone for a walk.â She burst in to laughter when she saw the look on my face. âSorry, I shouldnât tease you. I wouldnât really take you outside dressed as a girl.â So finally dressed, Kirsty took me over to look in the mirror. âThere not too childish for you, are they ?â
âNo, you see Mandyâs not as old as Alan, sheâs only littleâ I replied. However I was somewhat disappointed at the effect. From the neck down I certainly looked like a little girl, upwards I was definitely a boy. Seeing my expression, Kirsty said, â You donât look happy, if you want to get undressed Iâll understand.â
âI do want to be dressed up I just hoped Iâd look a bit more like a girl than a boy in a dress. Any suggestions ?â
âWell I donât think makeup would be good idea, but Iâm not sure what else we can do.â
âWhat about hair ribbonsâ I said remembering the ones her mum had used. I went to my bedroom and opened to my draws and took them out and returned to Kirsty. We tried them out but having had my hair cut putting ribbons in wasnât that easy and apart from that, the colour really clashed with the other clothes I was wearing.
âWhat you really need is something pink or red, do you haveâŚâ she broke off.
âWhat ?â
âI was going to ask if you had a scarf. As if you were a real girlâ
âFunnily enough I donât have oneâ I joked âbut mum does. I think itâs in the cloakroom down stairs. Shall I get it ?â
âOkay.â I went down and found the scarf, it was mainly pale pink with a dark pink rose in one corner. âhere we are, is the sort of thing you meant ?â
âYes, that looks lovely.â She opened it out. âVery pretty just right for my little sister.â She then folded it into a triangle with the main rose still visible and placed it over my head, tying it at the back of my neck. âThatâs better.â She took me over to the mirror. With my boyish hair hidden I did look more like a girl now. Happier now we went downstairs.
Part 10
Happier now we went downstairs.
Once in the lounge Kirsty asked what I wanted to do.
âI donât know what do sisters usually do together ?â
We ended up playing a boar game and watching some of the morning programs on the television. It felt so comfortable that I soon forgot what I was wearing. At about 12:30 Kirsty went to the kitchen to get us some lunch. I offered to help but she said she was okay
âWhy donât you go and wash your hands before lunch ?â
âAlrightâ I said disappearing upstairs. I left the bathroom and entered my bedroom. Opening the wardrobe I removed the apron that I had worn with the party dress and put it on tying the strings in to a big bow at the back. I returned to the Kitchen and was greeted with a smile by Kirsty.
âWhat a good idea Mandy. Little girlâs should keep their pretty dresses clean. You look really cute in it.â As we sat eating Kirsty surprised me by saying âI do like having a cute little sister, Mandy.â
âThatâs alright Iâm quite enjoying it. But do you think that means I really am just a sissy ?â
âI donât like the word sissy, it is always used as a mean put down by those who donât know any better. I think youâre special. You appreciate the pretty things that girls get to wear and are willing to try new ideas. If you dressed up all the time then perhaps you might be considered a sissy but occasionally for fun means just that â having fun with friends.â
âCan I wear the party outfit after lunch ?â
âOf course you can.â
âWill you dress me ?âI asked blushing.
âIâd love to dress my little sister up in her pretty party dress.â Kirsty smiled. Having finished lunch I helped clear away the dishes before we went up to my room. Kirsty stripped me down to my knickers and socks and suggested I have a wash to freshen up whilst she folded the clothes up. When I returned the party dress, and petticoat were on the bed. She quickly helped me to dress an got the yellow ribbons from the draw, placing them in my hair. I did a twirl for her causing her to smile.
âOkay letâs go downstairs.â We were just leaving when I said
âIâll be down in a bit, I have something I want to show you. As she continued downstairs I returned to my bed and retrieved the photo album. I entered the lounge and joined Kirsty on the settee.
âI thought you might like to see this.â I handed the album to her. She looked confused as she read the front. Then she opened it.
âOh ! Are these what Becky took ?â I nodded. âBut why did you do this ?â
âI didnât, mum did. I thought I had lost the film but it turned out that she had found it. She had it developed and bought the album to put them in.â
âAre you okay with this ?â
âWell mum teased me about them when she first showed them to me, but she was also nice about it. She promised not to mention what happened as well.â Kirsty finally finished looking at the pictures, with only the occasional giggle. I didnât mind, as it was her.
âWell it seems that Mandy has already got some pretty photoâs. But Iâm a bit surprised you kept them.â I explained what mum had said she would do if they were to âdisappearâ or âget damagedâ. âDoes that mean that Sandy hasnât seen them ?â
âNo way. I would never hear the end of it.â We spent the rest of the afternoon snuggled up together on the settee watching videoâs. I was just happy to be cuddled by her. After tea, which I put the pinny back on for, I was feeling rather tired. Kirsty helped me get ready for bed, dressed again in her pretty nightie.
âThank you for a lovely day, Kirsty.â
âItâs me who should be thanking you. It really means a lot you being my little sister. I donât suppose it will happen again.â
âI wouldnât mind if we get the chance.â
âThatâs sweet, weâll just have to wait and see.â
Before slipping of to sleep I asked a question that I had wanted to ask since Friday night.
âKirsty, please can I have kiss goodnight.â
âOf course, Mandyâ she smiled kissing me on the forehead. She smiled when she saw the look on my face. âSorry I shouldnât tease you.â She then leaned over and gave me a wonderful kiss on the lips. âSleep well, Iâll see you in the morning.
The next morning when I woke I was surprised to see that it was nearly ten oâclock. I then heard Kirsty coming up the stairs so sat up in bed. The door opened and to my utter shock there stood mum with a big smile on her face. She walked over and sat on my bed.
âMum⌠I⌠erâŚâ
âItâs okayâ she said âI know what you and Kirsty have been up to.â
âYou do ?â
âYes, Kirsty and I have just been chatting over breakfast, which is why we didnât wake you earlier.â
âDo you mind ?â
âNot as long as you donât want it to be permanent.â
âI donât want to be a girl, mum. I just âŚâ
âYou just like the feel of girls clothes ?â
âYes. Just occasionally Iâd like to get dressed up. Youâre not cross are you, only it wasnât all Kirstyâs idea to dress as a little girl.â Mum silenced me with a finger on my lips.
âIf you want to dress as Mandy occasionally I donât mind. Iâm not cross with you or Kirsty. I know it wasnât all her idea and I think your offer to be her little sister was very sweet. Now Iâve run a bath for you so I suggest you get in it, then you can have some breakfast.â
âOkay mum, and thanks.â She smiled and went to leave when it suddenly dawned on me. Where was Sandra ? âMum is Sandra here ?â I asked starting to panic.
âNo, itâs okay. The choir won and were having a party last night and Janeâs mum offered to bring Sandra home with her this afternoon, thatâs why I came back early. Now into the bath. Little girlâs should be nice and clean.â I then went to the bathroom to find a hot bath with masses of bubbles waiting for me. When I had finished I returned to my room to find both mum and Kirsty there.
âWe were just hanging Mandyâs clothes up.â Said mum âit seems that sheâs as untidy as Alan is.â I looked and saw the blouse and pinafore dress hanging in the wardrobe. âWill you wear the party dress for me ?â She asked.
âOf course mum.â
âDo you still have the matching undies ?â
âYes there here.â I opened the draw and as I removed them mum placed the pink scarf which she had just folded in it. âThatâs your scarf mum.â
âIt was, Iâm sure it will suit Mandy better.â
âThanks mumâ I said giving her a hug.
âAs does the nightyâ added Kirsty, who also received a hug.
âOkay weâll go now, see you downstairs in a bit.â
âActually, I will need some help with the dress.â
âIâll give you a handâ volunteered Kirsty.â Mum just smiled and left. I spent most of the morning in the party outfit, being called Mandy and treated as if I really was just a little girl.. I only changed into my usual clothes shortly before Sandra, except for the panties which I kept wearing.
Epilogue
After the day mum found out that I liked dressing up, I used to do every 3 or 4 weeks. It seemed mum liked having a little girl around, she even bought me some more frilly panties which I wore more often. Even Sandra stopped teasing me and started to enjoy having a sister to play with. Of course from the clothes I wore, I was always the younger sister. One birthday she even gave me a frilly nightie complete with matching panties. Pictures of Mandy have joined those of me in the yellow party dress and both mum and I have an album with them all in.
Well that was a quite a number of years ago now. âMandyâ still surfaces now and again. Sandraâs just finishing at university. And Kirsty ? Well after she got her degree, she started work up in the Derbyshire dales, and yes I really missed her. Then she invited me to stay for a holiday after my final university exams. Alan went for walks with her during the day, but Mandy shared her bed. We are now married and I still love her as much as on the day I wore my first dress.