Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 895.

Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 895
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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“I can’t believe you told Leon without discussing it with me first, young lady.”

“Why? You’re always telling me to behave myself because I can’t deliver the goods I’m like offerin’, so I thought I’d tell him first and see what ‘appened.”

“Well please don’t tell anyone else without speaking to me first–okay?”

“It’s nothin’ to get your knickers twisted over,” she cheeked back at me, “I’ve done more or less what you asked me to do–so why are you so cross?”

“Do the other boys know?”

“I dunno–don’t care much–they’re only little kids anyway.”

“They’re nine and ten, and remember we have Trish here as well–I hope you haven’t blabbed her secrets all over the place have you?” If she had, I’d be absolutely livid.

“Not as far as I remember, why?”

“Trish won’t tell anyone unless she checks with me first, she’ll carry your secret to the grave if you ask her to. I hope you’re able to reciprocate?”

“Natch, she’s my little sis, in’ she?”

“I hope so. Just be careful with Leon, I’m not sure how trustworthy he is.”

“He’s alright, he thinks you’re Mrs Wonderful, his mum is walking a bit since you helped her.”

“Is she?”

“So he said, d’you think there’s any chance of me developing this healing power–I mean, I know you’re a woman, but Trish seems to be able to do it, and she says she got it from you.”

“I don’t know, Julie, it chooses you not the other way round. I certainly didn’t choose to have it–it’s a major complication at times.”

“So how come Trish got it?”

“She’s a lovely little girl with a very compassionate streak, like most young girls–however, in her it seems more pronounced and the energy seems to have noticed it.”

“What is it God, or something?”

“I don’t know, Julie–I prefer not to consider the G word, but I can’t prove it either way. One day science may understand it.”

“I’d love to have the power to make things happen to people. That’d be way kewl.”

“That would be more magic than healing, by the sound of it.”

“I don’t care what they call it, I just wish I could do it.”

“It isn’t about doing things to people, Julie–it’s about helping others in need.”

“Yeah, that’s what I meant,” she blushed.

“It didn’t sound like it, and I must ask you to keep all the healing stuff under your hat.”

“Yeah ‘course. Mummy?”

“Yes, Julie?”

“Could your power, like make me a proper girl?”

“I don’t think so, kiddo, or it would have happened. Being gender confused isn’t exactly a sickness is it–so there’s nothing to heal in the ordinary sense.”

“Yeah–but it isn’t normal, is it?”

“I don’t know, girl, one school of thought happens to believe it just a variation on the norm or that the norm is a spectrum rather than a single colour.”

She looked at me in some confusion.

“We’re very complex creatures, possibly the most complex on this planet and possibly even in the entire solar system. We have all sorts of variations in our genetic and physical bodies while still remaining identifiable as human beings, and probably as male or female ones, too. However, no one is entirely male or female, there are all sorts of variations of genetic mix and also degrees of intersex without it showing so to speak. In some, the influence might be so subtle as to only affect their psychological state–so they have a female or male mind in the opposite sex’s body.”

“But if it’s so normal, why do people want to beat me up?”

“I don’t know–I suspect because they think you’re one thing, and a particular form of that–a nubile, sexy girl who’s available for sex and then they find you’re not quite what they were expecting. It confuses them, it annoys some because they think you’ve deliberately deceived them–which in a way you have–and others it threatens in some way–perhaps their own sense of masculinity isn’t as secure as they thought.”

“But, if I feel depressed ‘cos I’m not female–why doesn’t the power work then?”

“If it did, it would be to lift the depression.”

“Like, make me a real girl?”

“No, make you feel better. You are a real girl–or shall we say, you have the opportunity to become one if you really want to.”

“What, I can have the op?”

“If you go through the process that Dr Cauldwell prescribes, that could be the outcome if it’s what is most suitable for you.”

“But that’s like years away–I wanna be a girl now–I want boobs and a thingy.”

“You mean you want sex with boys?”

She blushed–“It’s alright for you, I heard you and Daddy shaggin’ the other night, so you don’t care that I like, have needs, too.”

“I do care–how on earth did you hear us?”

“I went down to get my book–I couldn’t sleep.”

“Look, Julie, this is outside my sphere of expertise. As your foster mum, I’m very concerned that you have these very strong urges, so young...”

“I’m bloody sixteen, Mummy.”

“Keep your voice down, girl.”

“Well, I am–it’s not normal to not have them? Or can’t you remember that far back?”

I gave her a Paddington hard stare, which she ignored. Maybe it’s me who isn’t normal? God, I hope Trish isn’t like this. It just wasn’t an issue for me at her age–jeez–I’d better give Steph a ring and get her an appointment.

“Will you promise me that you won’t do anything until you’ve spoken to Dr Cauldwell, you’re seeing her next week aren’t you?”

“Yeah, day after tomorrow.”

“Will you promise me?” I asked forlornly.

“Yeah, I s’pose,” she sighed.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” I gave her a hug.

A little later after sorting out what we were going to have for tea and spending some time talking about life, the universe and everything with Pippa, I overheard Julie and Leon talking.

“So did you speak to her?” he asked her.

“Yeah, silly old fart–she can’t turn me into a regular girl.”

“Pity–still you got other places.” I nearly dashed out and thumped him as he said this instead I waited for her response.

“It wouldn’t be the same, would it, it would be like two boys doin’ it, an’ I’m a girl even with an outie instead of an innie.”

“Okay–but if you change your mind.”

“Nah–she wants me to bloody wait until they can do the op–could be years.”

“You could always tickle me with your hands...” he said seductively.

That was enough for me, “Isn’t it time you were heading home, Leon? Give my regards to your mother.”

“Um–can’t Leon stay for tea?”

“Not tonight, Julie–oh, can you help me lay the table?” I stared quite hard at her and she decided discretion was the better part of valour–or she’d better keep the silly old fart happy.

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