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The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 1035
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I have never had this sort of trouble with dormice, I thought as I made lunch. At least I didn’t have to make any formal announcement–Billie had sort of done that, albeit without much subtlety.

I was putting the lamb into the oven after lunch when I had a horrible thought; if Billie goes girly, then I can hardly let him sleep with Danny. Oh shit, that means I lose the spare room. I won’t say anything for the moment, but if there is a problem, I’ll have to split them up.

The dinner was cooking nicely, although Julie, and the girls had worked well to help me get the place looking inhabited before Stephanie arrived. I spotted her driving her Mazda sports car into the drive and parking it next to the Mondeo. She had a little look at Simon’s Jaguar, then came up to the house.

Trish had also spotted her, because she flung open the door and dashed out to meet her. I don’t think I ever did that to any psychiatrist I knew. Obviously the innocence of youth–or Trish is scheming again–little monster.

I met Stephanie as soon as she came into the house and she presented me with a bottle of wine, “My contribution to the repast,” she smiled. I thanked her and asked her if she wanted to eat or see Billie first.

“Can the food wait for half an hour?” she asked.

“Certainly.”

“I’ll see our newest patient first then, if that’s okay–then I can relax.”

“Fine, Tom is still playing with his vegetable patch, so you can use his study. I’ll stick a notice on the door for you not to be disturbed.”

“Sounds good.”

“Want a drink of anything first? Tea, coffee, soft drink, water, booze?”

“Water sounds fine, it’s warm in the car.”

“Yes, but this may be all the summer we get, so enjoy it.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Here’s the study, organise it as you wish–oh, Billie decided this morning that he wants to dress in girly mode–so I got him a dress. Unsurprisingly, Trish was an enthusiastic supporter of his transformation.”

Stephanie rolled her eyes, “There’s a surprise.”

“Exactly, anyway, here’s your water, I shall go and find my newest daughter.”

“Cathy?”

“Yes?”

“He doesn’t know about you, does he?”

“I don’t think so, but I can’t be certain.”

“Okay, I’ll maintain the status quo then.”

Billie was sitting with Livvie and Trish, who were calming her down. I’m still not at all sure about this latest convert to the cause, but I suppose I should do the courtesy of employing the appropriate pronoun depending upon how he/she is dressed.

I’m beginning to appreciate why some employers say they’ll accept one change, but not a flitting to and fro. I beckoned Billie to accompany me to Tom’s study and I knocked on the door. On entering, I introduced, Billie as my newest daughter and then left them to it. I went back to the kitchen for a very long half hour wait.

I washed and chopped the mint leaves with a knife and began making the mint sauce. I suppose I was unconsciously monitoring my actions because I would otherwise have cut some of my fingers off.

I heard the study door open and Billie shot past me and upstairs. I wondered if something went wrong and was deciding whether I demanded to know what had happened when Stephanie called me from the study.

“Why did she rush upstairs?”

“I asked her to stay by herself until I’d spoken to you.”

“Oh, that sounds ominous.”

“Not really, I didn’t want her gossiping with Trish and co until I’d spoken with you.”

“Okay–do we have a diagnosis?”

Stephanie looked past me and at the door which to my thinking meant she was going to be evasive to try and hurry her way through the door.

“Yes and no.”

“Surely you either have or haven’t?”

“Cathy, you of all people should understand the imprecisions of the art of psychiatry.”

“Whatever happened to science?”

“Playing with disturbed or damaged minds is a far from perfect science.”

“Can I have that in writing?” I cheeked back.

“If you’re looking for a reduction in fee–tough.”

“I had a feeling that might be your response.”

“I’m pleased I didn’t disappoint–people these days can’t seem to cope with rejection.”

“So, let’s have it then–your imperfect diagnosis.”

She glared at me. “Billie is transgendered, I have no doubt of that. Whether she’s a full on transsexual such as Julie or Trish–I have some doubts.”

“Is there any way of removing those doubts?”

“In a longer term study, yes.”

“How long?”

“...Is a piece of string?”

“Oh great,” I sighed–just what I needed, “dinner’s practically ready, so if you are?”

“Yes, we’ll talk of this again–oh did you know he was sexually abused?”

“Before he came here I hope?”

“Natch–when he was about three years old.”

“God–that makes my blood boil.”

“Well, before you have a stroke, how about you serve my dinner.” She smiled sweetly at me and I glowered at her before returning to the kitchen to dish up. As I turned to leave, she fired off a salvo, “I’m glad you’re not one of my patients–bottling up resentment isn’t good for you, you know.”

“Yeah–tell me about it.”

At dinner, Tom carved the meat and I ladled vegetables on everyone’s plate. The meat was delicious, even if it was New Zealand lamb, which is okay, but not quite as good as Welsh. Never mind, everyone ate far too much and a few imbibed too many as well.

I kept looking at Billie, wondering exactly what was going on in her little head. She looked quite feminine at the moment, but puberty can’t be too far away–then all sorts of strange things might happen. I wish I knew how best to help her–but if a professional like Stephanie was unsure how to proceed, what chance did I have? Tomorrow, I was going to have a visit to the university and do some dormouse correlations–I’m losing touch with my roots and my other needs, which I ignore at my peril.

After dinner had officially finished–we’d got to the stage where everyone was picking bits of meat out of their fillings and drinking wine or coffee. The kids had been dismissed except Julie, and Stephanie addressed us.

“I told Cathy that I wasn’t sure what pigeon hole applied to Billie. However, for the moment we go with the transgender path and I think allow her to dress in female garb whenever the mood takes her.”

“So–is she like, transsexual then?” asked Julie.

“I don’t know yet, but there are a number of issues which need resolving and she’ll need support for from all of you. If they are resolved, her original boy identity might resurface and dominate–but it’s not certain–these things tend to make themselves up as they go along.”

I sighed to myself–that’s all I bloody well need.

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