Cover art by Erin Halfelven
©2026, SammyC

Cover art by Erin Halfelven
©2026, SammyC

Chapter 17, October 10th, 2025

Lucy stood in Grace’s gravel driveway in front of the beat up pickup. The three tall pines behind the trailer trees loomed dark against the fading greens of the hills in the distance.

The door of the trailer opened up and Grace pushed her way through the heavy blanket hanging in the doorway. She was wearing cotton shorts and a long Hello Kitty sleep shirt. Her hair was in pigtails. She looked like a kid who’d just gotten out of bed even though it was 2:30 PM.

Cover art by Erin Halfelven
©2026 SammyC

“You’re not a girl, Lindsey. You’re a boy.”

©2026, SammyC

Chapter 15, September 30th, 2025

Whit unloaded the last of the dishes from the dishwasher while Lucy sat at the kitchen table with a calculator working on the budget. He glanced at his watch, it was 8:13. He slipped into the computer room and shut the door behind him. This room was meant to be a nursery, then a child’s bedroom, but plans changed, now it was his room. Whit opened up his closet and looked at the far end where he’d hung his small collection of feminine clothing. He took a deep breath and took off his clothes.

Chapter 4

Sophie Brooks pushed her cart up to the line and checked her watch. She was in her shapeless kitchen uniform and still had her ID lanyard around her neck. There were a couple people in line in front of her. The red head in the punk jacket directly in front of her turned, made eye contact and smiled.

Oh God, I know her. Sophie smiled, nodded and quickly looked down.

Oh my God, that’s Rose.

And now for something different. Not different for me, come to think about it, but a change from the general gloom.

This is a sequel to “And the Winner is …” To understand this sequel you really need to (re)read that.

While my parents just stood there shocked Arnold said

“Until tomorrow morning then. I’ll take you up in the mountains so wear sturdy shoes and suitable skirt if you have one.

Thanks to my parents I did have one. A short one.

True to his word Arnold rang the bell at exactly 10 am. The skirt was the only girl garment I wore. Shoes, socks, shirt etc. were all my ordinary boy stuff. If only they had screamed “BOY” instead of just whisper it!

The weeks leading up to the wedding reception was a combination of practicing the songs the bride had requested them to play and doing a few more gigs. Their new assistant booking agent had managed to get them several close gigs, before the wedding. The new outfits from Unique Wear Boutique had arrived and looked extremely good.