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It's What I Want
by Tanya Allan |
Don is a bit of a geek. But his intelligence was matched by his kind heart, and his flat mate and friend Steve appreciates his help in his university course work.
Don is a little confused as to why Steve and two other friends want him to join them of a motor cycle tour of France in the summer holidays, but he is pleased to be asked, and goes along. On their first stop, a cool group is playing at a night club, but it is a couples only evening, and Don is persuaded to become Donna for one evening, just so the four friends can see the show.
But no one expected to find Donna still there on the following morning.
In fact, Don never returned. And Donna was anything but a Geek!
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Chapter 7
The hotel was simply wonderful, as everything was included. I was relatively anonymous for the first couple of days, so we just lay in the sun and took life easy. On the third day, I was sitting at the bar on the beach, getting cool, when a middle-aged man approached me. I had left mother on a sun-lounger, as it had taken me two days to persuade her to wear a bikini, for she still had a super figure.
He was around fifty and was in good shape. My experience with American men so far had been that once they hit forty, they started to make their waist match their age.
However, unusually, this guy was a hunk, albeit a little old for me.
He was dressed in a pair of long swimming shorts and a hairy chest. He was tanned to a dark brown, almost as black as the locals. I noticed that his hairline was receding, but he cut his hair so short, that it wasn’t as apparent.
“Hi. I’m sorry to intrude, but you’re Donna Armitage, the actress, aren’t you?”
“Hi, yeah, guilty as charged,” I said, and he smiled.
“May I?” he asked, indicating the bar stool next to me.
I shrugged, as I was often hit-on and I had learned to fight off pick-ups every day.
He caught my expression and to my surprise he laughed.
“Don’t get me wrong, you’re a stunningly beautiful woman, but I don’t flatter myself as being the same generation. Besides I’m aware that you’re engaged, so I’m not in the business of splitting up couples.”
I looked at him with fresh eyes, as he had succeeding in surprising me. Now I was curious.
“So, to what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked with a smile.
“This is really rude of me, but I have to ask. Your companion, she is very like you, but she’s too old to be a sister, so I have to assume she’s your mom, right?”
“Right, so?”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, and if I’m out of order, just tell me to get lost, but did I not read that your parents are divorced?”
“You did. So?”
“Would you object if I introduced myself to your mother?” he asked, and actually blushed.
I couldn’t help myself, I laughed. He looked slightly offended, so I immediately apologised.
“Look, she’s over the age of consent and I’m not her chaperone. You don’t need my permission,” I said.
“I know but, well to be honest, I’m not very good with women,” he said.
I laughed again.
“You didn’t do so badly with me,” I pointed out.
He grinned. “Yeah, well you’re the same age as my daughter, and I don’t have a problem with your generation, it’s with my own I go stupid.”
Still laughing, I asked him about himself.
Bruce Carnell was forty-nine and a widower. His wife, Nancy, had died of cancer two years previously, leaving him with three children to finish bringing up. Kelly, his elder daughter was twenty, and had come with her father on this holiday. Neil was eighteen and Richard was sixteen. The boys were staying with his parents-in-law for the holidays, and Kelly was doing for him what I was doing for mum.
He offered me a drink, but I was half way through a lethal fruit cocktail, and I knew that anymore would cripple me.
At that moment, a tall girl with long auburn hair came over. Her bikini was as brief as the one I wore, and her figure was stunning too. She was very pretty. We stared at each other for a moment.
“Oh, my God, you’re Donna Armitage, the movie star,” she said.
I just smiled.
“Daddy, you’re awful. This is Donna Armitage, she was in that movie with Craig Howard,” she said, and then turned to me. “Oh, I’m so sorry, but I have no control over him.”
“He’s fine. He’s not bothering me, but I think he fancies my mother,” I said, nodding towards where my mother lay sunning herself, oblivious to the interest in her.
Kelly punched her father on the shoulder.
“Daddy, can’t you control yourself?” she said, and he smiled.
“I think it’s fun. After all, I brought my mother out here to see if I couldn’t find someone for her, and hey presto. Look what she attracted?” I asked.
They both laughed, but when we both tried to persuade him to approach her, he chickened out.
I looked at Kelly in exasperation.
“What can you do with them? She won’t go and meet new people, and he won’t even go over and speak to her?”
Kelly grinned and shrugged, persuading her father to buy her a cocktail like mine.
We sat together and schemed.
“I tell you what, why don’t you and your dad join us for dinner tonight?” I suggested. “I’ll say I met you, and that we thought it would be fun to sit together, as it would be friendlier as a foursome.”
She agreed and her father found that acceptable. He decided to go and see if he had smart enough clothes for dinner, leaving us girls together.
I immediately got on well with Kelly. Once she realised that I was a mere mortal, she relaxed and we chatted away like old friends. She was as frustrated with her father as I was with my mother. He had been so crushed by Nancy’s death, that he found the whole issue of trying to meet someone else very difficult.
I shared about my parents, and we some chuckles at their expense. It was sad that we found anything funny, really, but we had both been in the middle of everything, so we found it a release to share the details with each other. As we sat there, two blond and tanned American boys approached and tried to pick us up, but we both emphatically and rather aggressively turned them down, which caused us to burst out in giggles.
Kelly had a boyfriend who was a year older than she was. He was at a different college and a year ahead of her. He was at medical college, while she was studying Drama and Dance. We chatted about the movie industry. She shook her head at the way my career had started.
“So you’re still in college, as well as making movies and songs?”
“University, yes. It’s hard sometimes, particularly as everyone knows who I am. It’s better now, as things have died down a bit. But it was hard when the movie was being released. I only have until the summer, and I’ll be finished.”
“Then what?”
“I start shooting the next movie in June, and as I am supposed to be writing the music for it as well, that will be enough for a while.”
“Wow, so who is in it?”
“I don’t know, as the studio is still casting. They haven’t even got a script yet.”
“Crazy. Any chance of a bit part?” she said, joking.
“Why not? I’ve asked for my boyfriend to be given a part, so I can always ask.”
“Seriously? Wow. How cool is that?” she said.
I told her about France, and a little about my gender condition, about which she was amazed. She looked critically at my figure, shaking her head in wonder.
“How anyone could mistake you for a boy. They need their head examined.”
I smiled, telling her that I had developed rather since the condition cleared up.
I was aware then that my mother had overheated, and came into the bar to cool down.
“Hello dear, my, it’s so hot out there, I think I’m burning,” she said, so I ordered her a fruit juice.
I introduced Kelly to her and told her that we would be dining with her and her father that evening.
She hardly took it in, as she was more concerned with her drink.
“That’s nice dear,” she said, and drained the glass. Then she frowned, and looked at me. “What did you say, I was miles away?”
“Kelly is here with her father, and as we’re getting on so well, we thought it would be nice to join up for dinner tonight. Her mum died a couple of years ago, and he’s a sad old chap,” I said, as Kelly suppressed a snigger.
“Oh, poor man. Why, that sounds nice. But I don’t know if I have anything to wear,” she said.
Now, I knew my mother had at least two outfits for every day of the holiday, and our cases almost gave the poor porter a hernia.
Kelly and I went and played a game of tennis, while mother went to see if the local shops had anything nice.
“So, what was Craig like to work with?” she asked between shots.
“He was nice. We didn’t mix much, so I never got to know him that well.”
“You’re kidding? That sex scene near the end was very hot.”
I laughed.
“Just good acting,” I lied.
“Hey, any girl who can act like that deserves an Oscar. He’s gorgeous, I got hot just watching, weren’t you even a little turned on?”
I grinned.
“Maybe a little,” I admitted.
“I suppose with all the cameras and crew watching it is very different.”
“Yeah. You never forget they’re there. So any chance of real passion is kinda difficult,” I said, remembering something totally different.
“There was a rumour that you two had a thing going?”
“Bollocks, we both have our partners, and Steve was even with me at the location. He had some bit parts, so the rumours were just the usual press crap to try to make a story out of nothing,” I said.
“Had you really never acted before?”
“Only in school productions.”
“Cool. You did really well. Your French accent was brilliant. I was surprised that you’re the same age as me. You looked older in the movie.”
“Ah, that was the makeup girl. She was very good.”
We found it too hot for a lengthy game and retired to the bar to refresh ourselves.
“Daddy has had a real hard time. Mom was the centre of his universe, so it totally phased him when she died.”
“I imagine it hit you pretty hard too,” I said.
“Yeah. I guess. But somehow I was able to deal with it better. Daddy just took forever to accept it.”
“My Dad still can’t see how much damage he did,” I said.
“You need to keep talking, even through the bad times, that way there is always a chance of being on the same wavelength,” she said, and I nodded.
“What’s your boyfriend called?” I asked.
“Bradley. So he will be Bradley Somerset, MD,” she said, and giggled.
“So, do you fancy being Mrs Bradley Somerset?”
“I guess. But he hasn’t asked me. He says that he needs to focus on his studies.”
“What crap,” I said, and she laughed.
“I know, but he is very single minded.”
“I’m sorry, but he sounds a right pillock to me.”
She laughed again, while I had to explain the word pillock.
“We’ve being going out for nearly a year. Daddy offered to pay for him to come with us, but he decided he needed to study.”
“I’m sorry Kelly, but the more you talk about this guy, the more I don’t like him. Who would pass up an opportunity to come out here with a beautiful girl, just to study, oh pl-ease?”
“What about your guy, Steve?”
“I never asked him. I need time with my mother, and as Steve and I have been together since June, with hardly a break, I need to know that I can exist without him. I figured he needs some time with his family. If we do get married, then we’ll have a long time together, so it’s right for now.”
“Don’t you miss him?” she asked.
I grinned.
“Awfully,” I admitted.
We went back to our rooms and got ready for dinner. Mum was fussing about what to wear and in the end settled for a very nice black dress. I helped her with her hair, and make up, and when we had finished she looked radiant. It was as if we had taken five years off her.
“I feel so silly. I’m shaking, it’s like a first date,” she said.
“I suppose in a way it is. You were married too long,” I replied.
I wore a bright red sleeveless dress, with matching red shoes. She was only 5’4”, so at 5’ 6” I was several inches taller than her without heels, but with heels, I was about 5’9”.
“Oh dear, Donna, I keep forgetting just how strikingly beautiful you are,” she said, and I gave her a hug.
“Only because my mother is,” I said.
I had called into reception and asked for the four of us to be seated together, so when we arrived, I saw Kelly and her father already at the table.
Kelly wore a gold dress that accentuated her beautiful hair, making her look stunning. Her father was in a shirt and tie, with khaki trousers. He was the only one wearing a tie in the whole room.
He stood as we approached. Although I was aware that I looked pretty good, he had eyes for my mother alone. I noticed that quite a few male heads watched us cross the room, but I watched him as he helped Mum sit next to him. Kelly was grinning at me.
Kelly and I picked up our conversation from earlier, leaving the oldies to it. The food was superb, so we helped ourselves to the fantastic buffet. After the meal, we were invited to dance by the two guys we had earlier rebuffed, so feeling a little guilty we agreed and went onto the dance floor, leaving our parents alone.
My guy, a nineteen year old from Texas called Wayne, was full of himself, until his friend told him who I was. He suddenly came over all self conscious and bashful. But I could already hear the tales he would tell about this once he got back home.
When the music slowed, I excused myself and returned to the table, to find mother on the dance floor with Bruce. I smiled and sat down. Wayne was trying his luck with a sixteen-year old American girl who was flattered to have attracted a nice looking boy.
I noticed Kelly was getting quite close to her young man. I smiled. Brad, eat your heart out. I thought.
The holiday progressed, and mother and Bruce were hardly out of each other’s company. Kelly and I were delighted, and spent lots of time together, although her young man from the dance floor, Paul, was also quite in evidence for a lot of the time. Wayne had obviously an easier time with the younger girl, as he was noticeable for his absence. I was content, trying my hand at water skiing and scuba diving.
I managed to acquire a gorgeous golden all-over tan, so by the time we flew home, I was ready to get back into the swing of things again. Mother, on the other hand had really blossomed, and was already planning to fly to Arizona to visit Bruce. Kelly and I hugged each other and agreed that we made a good team.
I arrived back at Portsmouth to find Steve pining for me, so we went to bed for two days.
Work reared its ugly head, and I managed to get stuck in and made sure I was up to date with everything. I had to admit that my enthusiasm for business studies had lapsed slightly, but produced an assignment on the media industry, which seemed to impress my tutor. My father helped me with my work for the first time in my life, showing me the most effective way to deal with accounts and business projections.
He took the news of mother’s romance, if that is what it was, very well. I noticed that he and Penny were seeing more and more of each other, and accepted that he might have been a bastard, but he was still very charming and plausible. I tried warning Penny, but she simply smiled and said, “I know, dear, but at my age, beggars can’t be choosers.”
Steve’s assignments were more practically based, and he had to produce a short film with his small team. They wrote the script, worked out a storyboard and asked me to star in it. The story was about a French girl who came to Portsmouth, and was raped and mugged on the beach. She then hunts down the two young men and finds dreadful ways of exacting revenge, so they are left emasculated and crippled for the rest of their lives. It was a Hannie Calder type story, except took place in modern day Portsmouth and not the Wild West.
I managed to write a couple of songs for it, one in French, and although the film was only fifteen minutes long, they had to edit nearly two hours worth of footage. The rape scene itself was cut from ten minutes to four, and the two students playing the rapists enjoyed themselves a little too much.
When the Easter break arrived, my mother was in Arizona, and my father went to Scotland with Penny. So Steve and I flew to Paris, spending a lovely week sampling the finest restaurants we could find.
Life was turning out really good, but I knew the pressure would turn up as we moved towards the final part of the semester.
The first shock was that I had been nominated for an academy award for my first movie, as best actress. The second came when David told me that the proposed movie had secured at least two Hollywood greats, and the script was finished. I was given my copy, which was three times more than what I had to learn for the first film.
I had a long chat with David, and he promised that he would give Steve a shot at acting. I also mentioned Kelly, showing him some holiday snaps of her. He was instantly interested and asked me to arrange for her to come over and meet with the casting director. The movie, Fatal Friend, was to be set in several parts of Europe, including Romania and Albania. Much of the indoor sequences were to be shot in the studios at Pinewood, so they intended to do as much as possible before heading off to exotic locations.
The plot was very complex.
It was set one year on from the end of the last movie. I was left in Monaco, my life changed beyond recognition by my experiences, so I was no longer working as a singer. Courtesy of the CIA, in grateful recognition of the assistance I had rendered, they had paid me a substantial sum, so I had moved to a remote villa, where I could concentrate on my song writing.
Out of the blue, I get a note from an old boyfriend. He’s an American ex-serviceman in a little bit of trouble. He left the navy and was bumming round Europe doing odd jobs mainly with fast boats, when he gets involved with a group smuggling people from the Balkans to Western Europe, mainly to the UK. It pays exceptionally good money, so he is happy to turn a blind eye to the legal implications.
However, some of the group are also Muslims, and he finds out that they are smuggling a lot more than economic migrants, there are hard and fast terrorist fighters and military hardware as well. Knowing he is being watched, he manages to drop a note off at the nightclub, so one of the girls whom I see regularly passes it to me.
The note is brief, but he wants me to meet him at the castle at Roqubrune, which overlooks Monte Carlo.
I turn up, meet him, and he gives me a small packet, asking me to get it to the CIA. He is then shot and killed, I escape, so a chase ensues across the south of France.
It gets more involved, as different characters come and go. The CIA tries to help, but the opposition are determined to catch me. My task is to try to get the package to a contact but it proves very difficult. Eventually, with no means of communicating to the outside world, up in the mountains, I meet a young British guy (Steve?) who is driving a bus load of American kids on a camping holiday across Europe. The kids are all inner-city delinquents from New York, and all have difficulty stringing a sentence together in English, let alone in French.
They have narrowly managed to avoid being arrested in nearly all the towns they visited, having left a trail of wreckage and irate French people in their wake. They are now miles from anywhere, at a desolate campsite. There are three teachers on the bus, one of whom is a retired US special forces Sergeant and another is an ex-US Army helicopter pilot. The third is a idealistic and naíve young woman (Kelly?), who finds everything really romantic and exciting.
The teachers and kids witness me being cornered by two nasty men. Whilst trying to push my car off the road, I force their vehicle off the road, over a cliff. I crash my car and they help me from the wreckage. I am forced to explain my task, so they decide to join in, declaring war on the bad guys. The tables get turned on the twisty roads leading in the mountains.
It sounds great, but as the plot twists on, it gets more and more involved. Then we take the gang on in their own territory. The Fatal Friend relates to Monique’s ex-boyfriend whom she sees killed at the start. There is a fair amount of humour, when the inner city kids are placed in confrontational situations, they are meaner than the terrorists, so my character says, “I almost pity the enemy.”
The two grizzled veterans were to be played by two Hollywood giants, but David was reluctant to make any announcements until he had confirmation.
The script was actually very good and I found it very exciting. My part of the feisty and gutsy Monique was brilliant, and I had a huge role compared with the previous movie. I noticed that I had to ride a motorcycle, so Steve took me to an empty car park and gave me lots of lessons. I then bought my own Honda 125, eventually passing my tests. I wanted to buy a bike like his, but I found it rather heavy.
David still was willing to test his son for the role, but I still had to keep quiet to Steve, who was concentrating on his work. His little movie was a great success, and he retook his assignment that he had managed to fail in the second year - the one that I had not done for him.
He passed it and was on track, with only one to go.
Jenny was offered her part as one of the singers in the nightclub from the last movie (and a good friend of Monique), expanded and developed into a reasonable part. Mark was rather jealous, but he was set to start a job as soon as he left university.
I completed my assignments, even managing to write about six songs for the movie. I wanted to get some time in France for my degree, but realised that that was out of the question for the moment.
Kelly contacted me and we arranged for her to come and stay with us at Portsmouth, so we could go up together to Pinewood. I had to try to get Steve along as well, without alerting him to the possibility that he could be found a part in the movie.
By the end of May, I had settled down to get all my work under control, and submitted my last French assignment. I only had a couple of pieces of work to go before my finals, and then I was finished. It all seemed so much of an anti-climax somehow.
One evening, I was sitting in my little study, completing some work when my mobile rang, it was Sam, the young transsexual from France.
“Hi Sam, how are you?”
“Not bad, a lot has happened to me.”
“Oh yes, like what?”
“Well, I finish my GCSEs in a few weeks, and them I’m leaving my current school.”
“Oh, so what’s different?”
“I’ll be living as Samantha all the time then.”
“Wow. Really?”
“Yeah, my psychologist thinks that if I can make a year in transition, then I will be fine for SRS after that.”
“That soon? Have you started on hormones yet?”
“Yes, my body has changed a lot. I have reasonable breasts already.”
“Cool. How did that go down at school?”
“It’s been very hard, as I can never go as Samantha, so I wear baggy clothes all the time. The doctors wrote to the school, so I’ve been excused all physical activities. I’m going to a different school for A levels, where no one knows me.”
“So how about Samantha, how has she liked being hidden away?” I asked.
“It’s really tough, but I think some people have sort of guessed. I expected to be teased, but, apart from one or two idiots, actually I’ve been fine. Some of the girls have been great, and even one or two of the guys have been cool. I aim to tell everyone when I leave.”
“That’s brave of you.”
“Maybe, but that way, no one gets to hear of it in secret, or as a scandal.”
“I suppose you’re right. Has Samantha made any friends?”
“One guy. His name is Dean, and we met by accident at the tennis club. I was playing my mother, so I was dressed as Samantha. Anyway, we got chatting, and I found myself telling him the truth. I half expected him to be shocked and upset, but he was fine about it. I thought no more of it, but regretted telling him as he goes to my new sixth form college. He’s a year older than me, so I thought, oh shit, now everyone will know. Anyway, he calls me up, out of the blue, and asked me to go to a movie with him.”
“No? Did you go?”
“Yes, and Dean was fine. He even took me for a meal afterwards. I went as Samantha, and he was totally cool about it all.”
“That’s great. Have you spoken about why he’s so cool?”
“A little. He told me that he liked me as a girl before he knew the truth, but when he found out, he was curious. I pushed him and he admitted to having bisexual fantasies sometimes. I was a bit worried about this, but he says that it isn’t the sex thing, as he just likes me as a person. He told me he doesn’t see me as a boy, in any case.”
“Did he try anything?”
“Not really, he only kissed my cheek when we said goodnight.”
“How did that make you feel?”
“I liked it. It’s as you said. I just want people to treat me as an ordinary girl.”
“Has he told anyone about you?”
“No. He’s been great, but their summer ball is coming up, and he’s pushing me for a date. I don’t know what to do.”
“Do you like him?”
“Yes, but…”
“But what? Go for it.”
“What if he tries anything?”
“If you set the ground rules at the start, you should have no problem.”
“Shit, Donna, I wish you were here.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, you just seem to know everything. I wish I was like you.”
“Samantha, you are,” I said.
“They’ve been asked to think of a celebrity to ask to open the event, just for charity. I told him that I knew you, like a real fool. I was wondering, would you come?”
“When is it?”
“June 12th.”
I was due to start shooting the movie on the fifteenth.
“Sure, can Steve come too?”
“Wow. Yes, sure. Can you really come?”
“Yes, on one condition.”
“Anything.”
“We go as a party with you and your boyfriend.”
Samantha was silent for a moment.
“Sam?”
“Deal. That’s brilliant, I can’t wait to tell everyone.”
“Hey, I have a few others in the movie business who might like to come, would they be welcome?”
“Are they all actors or actresses?”
“Sure,” I lied.
“Brilliant. Who?”
“I’ll call you in a few days.”
“Okay, thanks Donna, you really are wonderful.”
“Save it, I’ll call soon, bye.”
“Bye, and thanks.”
I told no one about the date, but just finished my assignments. Kelly arrived, looking totally glamorous and gorgeous. We changed back my old room to being a bedroom, and she fitted right in. Mark and Jenny thought she was great, and we all went out for a very alcoholic evening on her first night with us.
I was pleased to hear that her boyfriend, Bradley Somerset, was an ex-boyfriend, so she was now footloose and fancy free.
“So what happened?” I asked.
“We seemed to be drifting apart. I asked him to spend some time with me, and he told me he was too busy. I pushed, and it turns out he’s seeing this medical student called Elaine. He started being defensive about the relationship, so I simply told him it was all off. It seems that Elaine isn’t quite the right social group for his parents, but then I got a call from his father asking me to reconsider.
“Can you imagine that? Anyway, I said, no way, and that’s that! I wish I’d done it ages ago.”
“Have you heard from him since?”
“No. I’ve seen him at social gatherings, but he hasn’t even looked my way.”
“So, you are in the market, then?”
“Not really, I just want to enjoy life for a while.”
“Good for you, girl!”
After being kicked out of a pub at closing time, we found ourselves having an impromptu party at our house, with about thirty of our friends crammed into the small living room.
At three in the morning, I was trying to evict those who had decided to make our house a temporary home for the vertically challenged. I found Kelly in a rather intimate embrace of a rugby friend of Steve’s called James. I smiled, so much for wanting to stay foot-loose and fancy-free!
However, I was partially successful in clearing out the unwanted, so eventually Steve and I were able to go to bed and crashed out.
Comments
Donna's life has become even
Donna's life has become even more interesting as it goes on. I have a feeling that She and Kelly will wind up as sisters. I am glad that Donna is going to be helping Sam out more regarding the party and such. Janice Lynn
Well instead of something
Well instead of something bad happening several good things did!! It is great that Donna has remained friendly to Samantha and has agreed to help her out!! It will be a big boost for Samantha's popularity!!!
I can't wait for the next chapter!!!
Hugs,
Pamela