Six months later:

They had just performed a very successful concert. It was the last one before their tour through America. Their first tour. They had toured Australia before, but now they got the chance to America. Bon, Cliff and Phil were already in the bar enjoying themselves. The siblings were locked in a cubicle in the men's room. Angus was sitting on the closed toilet seat and Malcolm was standing in front of him. He injected him his testosterone. Angus sat quietly and watched as usual.

"Thanks for doing this for me, Mal." Angus said quietly. Malcolm gave him a quick smile and then returned to his work. He put a small plaster on the puncture.

"Finished. You can go to the bar now, little angry schoolboy." Malcolm grinned. Angus giggled. Malcolm had given him his old school uniform, and now Angus wore it on stage. He still had his own at home, but how was he supposed to wear it when it was a skirt? So Malcolm had given him his. The two made their way to the bar. Angus was circled by a few girls. Malcolm went to the bar and ordered a drink. Bon watched him from across the bar and smiled a little. God. He was so beautiful. But with Angus, it was very different. The little curly hair was kissed by a woman. Angus was a little scared. He wasn't a lesbian. Not bisexual either. But ... somehow, he wanted to try. And the woman was really beautiful. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. She was a little taller than Angus, with large breasts and round hips. Angus smiled weakly. This is what a woman should look like. Not like him.

"What do you think of us going home to you?" She hummed against his neck. Angus nodded shakily.

"Good idea. I'm just telling my brother." She looked at him for a while and then grinned.

"Do you have to log off from him?" Angus giggled tightly.

"No. I just want to let him know. Come with me, honey." He took her hand and went to Malcolm, who was now talking to a young, beautiful woman. They both laughed at something. "Hey, Mal." Malcolm turned his head and looked at him.

"What's the matter, Ang?"

"I go home. Can you give me the keys?"

"Have you forgotten your keys again?" Malcolm grumbled and took his key out of his pocket. "Here. And woe to you lose them." Angus giggled, shook his head and went out. The girl called Clara held his hand smiling and the two walked through the night of Sydney. When Angus unlocked the front door, she started kissing him wildly and slammed the door with her foot. The two stumbled over to the sofa. Angus groaned between kisses. God. That felt so good. So damn good.

"C ... Clara ... w ... wait ..." Mumbled Angus, but she wouldn't let him speak.

"God. You're so beautiful, Angus." She gasped and continued kissing him while taking off his shirt. Angus put his hands on her ass and gave it a little squeeze. She moaned and sucked a little on his neck. Angus groaned loudly. "Let me take care of you." She grinned and threw his shirt behind her. Then she unbuttoned his pants. Angus was so excited. God. He felt loved somehow. Crap. That was good. And he got so horny. He was lost in his thoughts and forgot that he wasn't really a man. She took off his pants and underpants and froze. Angus looked into her face.

"Why did you stop, honey?" He asked with a grin and looked into her eyes. He wanted to draw her in for a kiss, but she wouldn't let him. Angus looked puzzled. What did she have? She ran her fingers over his labia, trembling. Angus gasped for air. God. That was good. He raised his pelvis.

"You're a woman?" She asked, trembling, staring at Angus in shock. Angus swallowed. Crap. He had totally forgotten that.

"I ... I ... don't."

"Don't lie! You have a pussy! You're not a man!" She exclaimed and looked at him a little angry. Angus bit his lip.

"Yes, I'm a woman." He muttered. God. He hated being a woman so much. She put her shirt back on and sat on the sofa. "Clara?" Angus asked carefully, pulled his underpants back on and sat down next to her.

"I ... Angus Young is a transvestite." She chuckled. "If I had expected everything, but certainly not that." Angus bit his lip. "What is your real name? Probably not Angus, right?"

"I ... my official name is now Angus." Angus said firmly.

"What was your name before?" She asked and slowly took his hand. Angus thanked God that he couldn't see disgust in her eyes. But he wanted sex so badly too. He wanted to find his great love.

"I ... my name was Agnes." Angus mumbled softly and bowed his head.

"Hey." She lifted his head again. "My brother is also a transvestite."

"Really?" Angus asked quietly. She nodded.

"Yes. Early his name was Paul and now his name is Paula." Angus chuckled softly. "Not much has changed in his name. Just like you." Angus nodded a little.

"Clara ... please don't tell anyone." Angus whimpered. A tear ran down his cheek. Clara smiled a little and wiped the tear from his cheeks.

"I promise it. Nobody will find out." Angus nodded.

"Thanks." He whispered.

"Who knows all about it?"

"Malcolm and you." Angus muttered. She nodded and smiled a little.

"You ... you're very well developed." Angus looked at her questioningly. She ran her hand over Angus' hairy chest. "You're very well developed. You can't see, that you're a woman at all." Angus smiled. "Did you ... did you have your breasts removed?" She asked.

"No." Angus muttered. "I... I just had extremely small breasts. Malcolm helped me change." She smiled.

"Angus ... you know you can change your abdomen too, right? With an operation? Then you look like a man." Angus nodded strainedly.

"Yes I know. But... I want to have children." She nodded, smiling.

"Are you bisexual?" He shook his head miserably.

"No. I'm not a lesbian either. I like men. But ... you know ... then I would be gay in quotes and that would be bad for the press too. And ... if I wanted to have sex with my partner, he would be shocked. Plus... what if my partner is gay and doesn't like women?" She smiled a little and kissed his cheek.

"If he loves you, he doesn't care. You will find the right one too. Of course it will be much more difficult, but you'll find the right one." Angus smiled weakly. Clara wrote her phone number on a scrap of paper. "Here. When you need someone to talk to. And I swear to you, Agnes Young. I won't tell anyone about your secret. After all, I was just a one night stand." She winked. Angus chuckled softly.

"Thank you." She waved to him and went out of the house. Angus fell back on the sofa with a sigh. Crap! He would never be able to be married to anyone! No one could ever love him! It's just unacceptable! A woman who is a man! No! That won't do! Angus ran into his room crying and curled up on the bed. Crap!

*

When Malcolm got home a few hours later, it was already 1:00 a.m. and the next day they would be flying to America by plane. Crap. He really should be sleeping. But when he got into the house, the first thing he saw was Angus' school uniform on the floor. What happened here? He took off his shoes and put the guitar cases down. Then he went up to Angus' room. He knocked and quietly opened the door. Angus was wearing only dark green boxer shorts and was crying into his pillow.

"Angus?" He asked softly. "What happened?"

"She ... she didn't want me." Angus whimpered. "She didn't want me because I'm a girl." Malcolm swallowed.

"Angus ... she just wasn't a lesbian. That's not bad, is it?" But then something very important occurred to him. "Wait! She knows that you're a woman!?"

"Yes." Angus whispered.

"Angus!" Malcolm yelled. "Do you still have them all!? Do you know what happens if somebody finds out something?! Nobody should know!" Angus looked at Malcolm. Anger built up in him.

"Why not!? Why can't I have one night stands!?" Angus yelled and jumped up. "You can fuck whoever you want and for me, it's forbidden!?"

"Angus, I want to protect you. It's for your own good. Nobody should know about it. Do understand that. That would be a huge scandal."

"A scandal!? A scandal!? You're ashamed of me!? You're ashamed because I'm a woman and feel like a man!?" Angus shrieked. His face was red with anger.

"That's not what I wanted to say." Malcolm defended himself. "The thing is, nobody is allowed to know about it! The press wouldn't leave you alone! And it would just be a scandal! Please listen to me I want nothing to happen to you. I want to protect you! You don't know what people are like if they don't understand something, because it's different!" Angus laughed angrily and walked around the room a little before glaring angrily into Malcolm's eyes.

"You just don't want me to be happy! You want to lock me up here and you want me to hide my whole life! You're ashamed that you have a brother like me!"

"That's it! You're not a man, Angus! Maybe you're optically but you don't have a damn cock! That's the fucking problem! Otherwise you would just be gay and the matter would be settled! Nobody should know about it!"

"You know what!? I'll tell the whole world! Then I don't have to hide! And I'll change my name again! I don't want to be called like a asshole like you! I'll change my last name! I don't want you as my brother! You're ashamed of me and you don't care how I feel! You'd like to lock me away so no one would ever see me!" Malcolm's eyes widened. Tears gathered in his eyes.

"What are you talking about? That's not true at all, Angus. I want you to be happy. But you can't go to bed with everyone! You can't, damn it! You can't have one night stands! Understand that! I don't want you to be beaten up in a back alley somewhere like the other transvestites, gays or lesbians or even killed! Understand that! I want to protect you!"

"You don't want to protect me, you want to lock me up!" Angus screamed in a high voice. His breathing was pretty quick. "Get out! I don't want to see you anymore!" Malcolm gasped. He walked up to Angus and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Damn. You don't understand what I'm telling you. You can love, but you can't have one night stands. And..."

"Fuck off! I hate you, you fucking asshole!" Angus yelled, slapping Malcolm in the face. Malcolm gasped sharply and held his bleeding nose.

"Angus ..."

"Fuck off! I hate you!" Malcolm swallowed hard.

"Agnes ..."

"Don't call me that!" Angus yelled. When he was angry he was like a fury.

"I just want to protect you." Malcolm cried softly.

"Fuck off! Are you still not out!? I hate you so deeply! Get out of here!" Malcolm ran from the room crying, got his suitcase from his room and grabbed his guitar. Then he ran to his car and loaded up his things. He drove away crying. Angus fell on the bed and gasped at the ceiling. Holy shit.