"Come on." Malcolm took his sister's hand and pulled her up into his room. "You're ready. We'll now take care of your appearance. In the beginning you'll wear my things, okay? In a couple of weeks, when nobody knows where Agnes is, we can buy new things, that you want." She nodded. "OK. Do you trust me?"

"Yes." She said immediately.

"OK. Then please do what I tell you." She nodded again. Malcolm pulled a pair of boxers from his closet. "I want you to take off your pants and underpants."

"Here? In front of you?" She asked, trembling.

"Yes." He nodded. "We have seen each other naked before. So that's not a bad thing. I want you to learn to put your panties on very quickly, okay?"

"Why?" She asked puzzled.

"When we ... when we're in backstage and getting changed, you can't go to a different room all the time. That would be noticed. So you have to get dressed so fast that nobody can see that you're not a man, okay?"

"And you watch so that I have the pressure?" She asked. Malcolm nodded.

"I won't watch. I'll just be in the room." Angus nodded and took off her pants. Malcolm crossed the room a little. She picked up the white boxer shorts and took off her red panties. She threw it on the floor and then quickly put on the white boxer shorts. Malcolm grinned. "That was damn quick. Do it again." Angus nodded and took off the boxer shorts before quickly putting them on. "OK. You don't have to practice that." Malcolm walked over to her. "Get up." She did. Malcolm took off his pants.

"What are you doing?" Angus asked, puzzled. He took her hand and pulled her to the mirror. They only saw each other in underpants and T-shirt.

"Do you see that?" Asks Malcolm, pointing to the bulge in his panties.

"This is your penis." She giggled.

"Yes. And you don't have one. So we'll always stick a little paper in your underpants, okay? Just a little so that you can see a very slight bulge."

"But newsprint will hurts." She grumbled.

"Then we'll just use cotton." Malcolm shrugged and ran into the bathroom. He came back with a pack of cotton wool and tore off a little. "Now you put that in your underpants." She did. Malcolm looked at it a little. "That looks good. So now you take off your shirt." She did so and threw it on the floor. Malcolm looked at her a little. "Now please take off your bra." She turned bright red.

"Mal!" She screamed.

"Angus, if you want to be a man, you'll often stand there with an open shirt. Or when you're changing, you can't wear a bra, right?" She nodded, trembling, and tried to open the clasp, but couldn't. Malcolm stood behind her and opened the latch. She shakily took off her pale yellow bra and looked at herself in the mirror. Malcolm took off his shirt and stood next to her again. "OK. Don't complain that your breasts are small, okay? That's your advantage now." Malcolm said. She grinned.

"At least something." Malcolm chuckled.

"I'm going to put my hands on your breasts now, okay?"

"Why?" She asked in shock. Malcolm took her hand and placed it on his nipples. She looked at him puzzled and stroked the pink bud a little with her fingers.

"Your nipples are much more sensitive than mine. So you have to get used to the feeling. Otherwise you will be excited all the time when a shirt presses against your nipples or something." She nodded a little. Malcolm carefully placed his hands on her breasts. She winced and trembled a little. "Do you feel the excitement?" He asked, looking at her. She nodded, trembling. "And that's exactly what you need to have under control." He pulled his hands back and took a shirt out of the closet. She put it on. Malcolm turned her a little. "You're really lucky with your small tits." She laughed and slapped his chest.

"Can't you really see it?" She asked, turning a little to see herself in the mirror.

"No. You hardly notice it. Men have a bit of chest too, Ang. That doesn't matter." She nodded. Malcolm gave her a pair of pants to put on. "Sit down here." He said, pointing to his desk chair. She did it. Malcolm took out scissors. She was trembling a little. She doesn't really wanted to cut her hair. Malcolm started cutting. Curls gathered on the floor and she held back her tears. Then Malcolm helped her up and put her in front of the mirror. What she saw in the mirror shocked her:

Two young men. No longer a woman and a man. No. She saw two young men. She turned and looked at Malcolm. "Do you know what that is?" Malcolm grinned and looked at her.

"No." She giggles. Malcolm pointed at her.

"That's Angus fucking Young."

They both started laughing. She hugged him tight.

"Thank you, Mal."

"No problem. I'm happy to help." Malcolm smiled.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to be happy." She nodded smiling. "And as of today, the name Agnes McKinnon Young will be buried, right? You won't write or say it anywhere. You're now Angus McKinnon Young. You're no longer a woman. You're a man. I won't call you "she/ her" anymore. Now I use "he/him", okay? "

"Thank you, Mal." Angus smiled. "But ... officially I'm a woman." He then mumbled softly. "You can't change that or you have to spend billions." Malcolm grinned.

"I know someone who could help us."