Doctors and detectives, the plot doesn't get any better, in fact it sucks!

Easy As Falling In Love.
by: Angharaddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd!
part:eleven dozen and eight.

Much to my surprise, I awoke, showered, dressed and managed a bite of something and was outside Dr Thomas' office at five minutes to eight. I'd had an awful night, but I'd survived the dreams and the tears and the hours of wakefulness in between. I had make up on, but I knew I looked as bad as I felt.

"Come on in Cathy, black or white?" she asked pouring a coffee. "What happened to you?" She had spotted the drop in my appearance.

"I had a bad night."

"How often does that happen?"

"Now and again."

"What happens?"

"I sometimes have bad dreams, sometimes I can't sleep or am worried."

"Worried about what?"

"All sorts of things, getting married, my dad, finishing my degree, the poison letters, you name it."

"What's this about letters?"

I had opened it again and placed it in the bag so it could be read without removal. Dr Thomas read it, "This isn't the first is it?"

"No about five I think, the police have the others."

"Okay, that's the correct thing to do. This sounds as if it's heading for some sort of confrontation, so just be careful that you don't put yourself at risk. Do whatever it is you have to to get away and call the police. As soon as you know who it is call the police. I know a chief inspector, I'll have a quiet word with him if you have no objections, he may spur them into doing a bit more than they seem to be doing."

"Thank you." I picked up the letter and placed it back in my bag.

"What else kept you awake?"

"Simon has proposed to me and I accepted. I wanted to wait until after I finished my degree, he didn't."

"Do you feel pressured into accepting this?"

"A little, but I set some conditions, like finishing my degree and sorting out what to do with my dad, as well as surgery and getting legal status sorted."

"So it's going to be a while yet?"

"Yes, he knows that and agreed to it, he wants me to live with him, I'm not too sure just yet."

"Mightn't be a bad idea with the 'ill-wisher' around."

"Yeah, but I just like having some space to think. I know when he's back to work, he'll be away some of the time so it won't seem quite so claustrophobic."

"Are you sure you want to marry him, you sound a bit ambivalent to me?"

"Yeah, I want to be his wife or partner, not sure I want the rest of his family except Stella, who I love like a sister."

"Like a sister, so you have no sexual feelings for her, or she for you?"

"Good gracious no, we even call each other 'sister' now."

Dr Thomas nodded, "And you still see yourself wanting surgery."

"I'm glad you brought that up, what's the minimum I have to wait for that?"

"You are supposed to spend one or more years living in role full time before I refer you."

"So Christmas would be too soon then?"

"What! Good lord yes."

"Oh, that's a pity."

"The waiting list for reassignment surgery on the NHS is a year or two, depending on where you live. Here we refer to London. Don't tell me boyfriend knows someone in Thailand or the US who can do it at Christmas?"

"No, Stella knows someone in Portsmouth who could do it at Christmas."

"Portsmouth? I'm not aware of anyone who works in this area who is competent in sex reassignment. It's not everyone's cup of tea."

"Stella is a nurse specialist in urology, she said one of her surgeons used to do them in London or somewhere else."

"Did you get a name?"

"No, I think Michael something, but I'm not sure."

"If this guy was experienced and I don't know him, so I have no idea, and he offered to do it at Christmas, would you let him?"

"Only if you agreed to it. I'd have it done this afternoon if I could."

"What if I said no?"

"I'd be sad about it but respect your advice."

"You'd have to find a second psychiatrist or psychologist to agree to the referral."

"I know."

"It would be awfully short, what three or four months maximum."

"Yes I know. I didn't think you would wear it."

"Have I said no?"

"Not yet but I suspect you will."

"Well you may be right, or you could be wrong."

"What?"

"If I did refer you and you subsequently regretted the surgery, then I could be in a difficult position."

"I don't think I would."

"You're not certain, then?"

"Oh I am certain I was meant to be female, so in that regard getting shot of some superfluous skin, doesn't worry me. However, if I was left incontinent or in pain after surgery, I could regret it then."

"I see. Would you like sex with Simon?"

"I would love to have sex with Simon, when he's recovered."

"Of course, he was shot."

"Yes, he's getting there."

"Good. So why can't you have sex now?"

"Because he's been injured."

"When he heals."

"I don't want sex with him as I am."

"I'm sure you could improvise."

"Look, I've had a little, heavy petting that sort of thing but not penetrative sex."

"Why not, you love him and fancy him, don't you?"

"Because I want him to make love to me as a woman, not just have sex. Besides, I'm not sure I want something shoved up there."

"Why not, lots of woman do it."

"Am I not allowed to choose what I want?"

"Of course you are, it's very important that you do. I'm just surprised you haven't tried it."

"I'm not gay." I blushed.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I don't fancy women." I knew that I had stepped outside her line of questioning and it was deliberate. I watched her face, there was the mental slap I gave her, then her eyes crinkled and so did the corners of her mouth, then she roared with laughter.

"Very good," she said, "I suppose I asked for that."

I simply shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay, I need to know more about this surgeon, ask Stella to give me a ring. I also need to think who I can refer you too for a second opinion."

"You mean you might go with Christmas? Wow, what a present that would be!" I almost danced I felt so boosted.

"Don't get your hopes up too high, we are sailing very close to the wind here and I need some support before I yay or nay it. I also won't refer you to someone who isn't going to do the best job possible, I want you to enjoy the rest of your life as a woman, not carry some awful mutilation because you were in a hurry."

"Thank you doctor, you are absolutely right."

"Christmas eh? Jesus, you'll get me struck off at this rate."

"Well don't do it then, forget it, I'll have to wait like everyone else."

"You would do that to save me any risk?"

"Yes, I would. You've been there for me so often, like today. I couldn't ask you to do anything that puts you at risk or makes you compromise your standards."

"This isn't just to make me feel better about things is it?"

"I feel sad you ask that, because I have never lied to you. You saved my life, you keep me alive. Without you I would be dead or much less happy. You mean a great deal to me Dr Thomas, I wouldn't endanger that for anything."

"Not even to feel complete in yourself?"

"Not even that."

"Okay, that means you have to wait then."

"Okay, I have to wait. I'll tell Stella."

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, it's got out at the university and two students who previously made overtures to me, confronted me in the street and it got a bit ugly."

"Did they threaten you?"

"Not quite although the one made a grab for my balls, except he couldn't find them, which confused him."

"Where are they then?"

"Pushed up inside."

"Is that wise, it can lead to cancer of the testes?"

"Does it matter, a year or so and they'll be gone anyway and good riddance."

"I see. Okay Cathy, I want to see you next week, can you make an appointment with reception."

"Okay Dr Thomas, thanks for coming in early to see me."

"That's okay."

"Can you accept this as a thank you." I handed her bottle of good red wine.

"Bribery and corruption eh?" she smiled.

"No a small token of my respect for you and what you do for me."

"Thank you young lady, and congratulations on your engagement, I hope it brings you all the happiness you deserve."

"Can I hug you doctor?"

"If you want." I did, and I did.

I made another appointment for the next monday, I could see her first thing before I went into uni and after seeing Simon. Well it seemed like a good idea at the time. I don't know why she wanted to see me in a week, maybe it was because I looked like shit or about the letters. Even though I had learned I had to wait for a year for surgery, I had to accept her advice, I loved the woman, she was like an informal mother.

I went to see the plod. The DC I'd seen before wasn't there and instead I saw a young woman, she went and got the file. "We sent them down for examination, it's copier paper could have come from anywhere and the print is an inkjet printer. The only fingerprints on it are yours and we suspect another woman."

"Oh shit, I showed them to Stella, my fiance's sister."

"Well if we had her prints it would confirm or deny that. I see you have another."

"Yes, I got it yesterday although I haven't been home for a week." I handed it to her.

"They seem to be increasingly confrontational."

"That was what my consultant said."

"Consultant?"

"Yeah, my shrink. When you transition you have to be supervised by a shrink, to make sure you aren't crazy."

"Well I suppose it's a huge change to make, I think you're very brave, you're also very pretty for someone who was supposed to be a man. Looks like you made the right choice. You're engaged then?"

"Yeah, to a wonderful man."

"What's his name?"

"Do you have to have that?"

"Are you ashamed of it?"

"No of course not, he's Simon Cameron."

"Not the Simon Cameron?"

"What do you mean, 'the Simon Cameron'." I asked.

"The banker's son, Lord Stanegate or whatever."

"Stanebury."

"It is, isn't it?"

"Yes," I blushed, thinking that I should have refused to tell her.

"Well, well."

"Do you know him then?"

"No, but I've met his dad a couple of times, professionally of course, what a sweet talker he is."

"Yes, he is a bit of a smoothie."

She gave me a very knowing look, then smiled. "Okay, these couldn't be coming from a jealous ex girlfriend of Simon?"

"I can't see how, because they started before he knew."

"So let me get this straight, he went out with you not knowing about your history?"

"He didn't know I was transsexual, no."

"That doesn't exclude someone else knowing, just because he didn't."

"No, that's true, his sister knew."

"So could she have sent them?"

"I very much doubt it, she is like a sister to me, and I hope I am to her."

"Sisters can do horrible things to each other too, perhaps she's jealous of you?"

"I can't believe that. No not Stella, she's crazy in a nice sort of way, but not jealous. It was her who set me up with her brother in the first place. She's also been wanting me to marry him because we get on so well."

"Okay, well take care, anything suspicious call us. Don't try to handle it by yourself, this person is mean and has already broken several criminal laws by posting threatening and offensive items through the Royal Mail. He or she is a criminal, and we don't like criminals walking about annoying people."

"What even people like me?"

"I'm not sure what makes you different from any other young woman who's received threatening letters, except the Cameron's money could make life difficult for whoever when we catch them."

"In what way?"

"You could sue them for damages."

"I think I'd just be happy to know there wouldn't be anymore of them, it's quite upsetting for me to open my mailbox these days."

"Well, we shall do our best to help you achieve that end."

"Thanks," I said and shook hands with DC Sheila Scott.

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