Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2050

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike)
Part 2050
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I’d just finished feeding the five thousand, oh it’s been done already hasn’t it, and the guy had a better publicist than I do. Anyway, I’d fed the brood and was going up to shower when the post arrived. The one in a large brown envelope addressed to, ‘Dr Catherine Watts,’ took my eye and I popped the rest of the mail down while I opened what looked like a quite thick load of paper. It was, it was the plans for the re-jigged study cum visitor centre in my woodland reserve. Boy, artist’s impressions, energy saving devices, wildlife friendly–you name it they seemed to think of it. If I read it all correctly, it was only requiring my signature to become real. They would do the ground work in October and have the main part of the shell up by Christmas with it being ready to be used sometime in late March early April.

I showed it to Simon and Tom. He’d stopped showing any resentment and was pleased to see the improvements I’d suggested, so the Billie King woodland centre was just four months away from becoming manifest. I was so excited I burst into tears and Simon had to hold me for several minutes until I calmed down.

Jacquie made a fresh pot of tea and I drank some before I went up to shower. Trish decided she wanted to shower with me and perhaps I ought to say no, I don’t. As we stood there dripping wet, it was obvious that the small dose of oestrogens she was taking were having an effect and her body was beginning to form a waist and hips. She hadn’t noticed but I certainly did.

She’d be nine soon and if the changes continued at the same rate by the time she was fourteen or so she’d have quite a body. Was I jealous? Yes, to a small degree. I’d been lucky in not responding to androgens so developed a female shape a bit later. She’d have one from her teens and the chance to grow into the role that life projected me into kicking and screaming.

Looking back over my life, from nursery to junior school and through high school there were so many times when it should have been obvious that I was gender troubled; but no one picked up on it except those with negative views who used it to pick on me or as grounds for teasing or physical assaults. I’d kill before I’d let that happen to Trish.

After dressing, it was time to feed little Lizzie and by the time that was done it was nearly lunchtime. I was playing with the girls when the phone rang and Jacquie handed it to me.

“Hello?” I said unsure of who it was.

“Cathy, it’s Gloria.”

My heart sank and I hushed the girls who were squabbling. They carried on making a noise so I went to my study. “How are you now?”

“Being discharged tomorrow, I hope.”

“Oh good, let me know what time you want me to bring over the baby.”

“Um–could you hold on to her a bit longer?”

“You sure?”

“Yes, if you could.”

“I could, but I thought you were worried I’d try and keep her.”

“Cathy, I have things to sort out with Neal. Did you know he tried to kill himself after we rowed?”

“Oh, did he?”

“You called the ambulance, didn’t you? You saved his life.”

“If I remember correctly, you asked me to go round there. So perhaps you did as well.”

“Cathy, I’m the one who caused it to happen–the suicide attempt. I don’t deserve anything but scorn.”

“That’s a shame, I’m fresh out of it.”

“Neal told me what happened and how you’d brought him back from a very dark place...”

“Well it was night.”

“Cathy, you know perfectly well what I mean, stop trivialising both it and what you did. You saved two lives that night because without my Neal, I wouldn’t have wanted to go on so you might have ended up with another baby.”

“Simon has told me to collect something else.”

“Cathy, can you be serious for a moment?”

“Why?” I asked.

“So I can tell you what’s happening with Neal.”

“Go on.”

“Your hotshot lawyer seems to have got the police to drop the charges against him. I refused to press any against him, anyway, he’s not someone who would lay a finger on me anyway.”

“Gloria, you fell off the bed–you were trying to fix a bulb that was flickering.”

“How d’you know that?”

“I sort of picked up on it when I collected some clothes for the baby.”

“So how come I can’t remember?”

“It might have something to do with banging your head on the wall as you fell.”

“Fell? I don’t understand.”

“You were standing on the bed, got a small shock from the light fitting and overbalanced bashing your head against the wall as you fell.”

“Can’t you tell that to the police?”

“No because they wouldn’t understand or accept it as anything more than conjecture.”

“But if you saw it?”

“I saw it in my mind, not for real.”

“Oh, are you pretty psychic then?”

“Pretty isn’t a word I’d use to describe myself, Gloria.”

“Neal thinks you’re beautiful, when you changed over he was a bit shocked but said it made sense when he thought about it. I felt threatened.”

“You felt threatened–by me?” I was surprised by this revelation.

“Yes.”

“But why?”

“You were prettier than I was, I wanted Neal but he fancied you.”

“You’re joking?”

“I wish I were.”

“How could he fancy me–he knew about my past?”

“Because you’re beautiful, and in those days had a sort of naíve vulnerability about you which some men find very attractive. Neal was one of them. We had quite a few rows about you then you took up with Simon Cameron and I felt so glad, now I had Neal to myself, except he only had eyes for you and stayed that way until you married Simon.

“He was heart-broken, I thought it absurd that a boy could become Lady anything.”

“Oh,” was all I could say.

“I was clearly wrong, and I’ve spoken with a psychiatrist here today who was seeing Neal. He didn’t know you so I asked about people who have gender problems, he was quite well informed saying it was probably caused by hormone exposure at the wrong time in the womb or possibly some genetic origin. He said your brain was wired up like a female not a male one. I realised I’d made a huge mistake and wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Okay, Gloria, I accept your apology but please concentrate on getting you and your husband back to full health and come and get this babe of yours back, she’s sucking my chest inside out.”

“Is she a problem then?”

“No, I’m only joking–she is sooo good, so you take as long as you need–and don’t worry, I’ll be happy to give her back just as soon as you’re ready.”

“Okay, I’d better go–I’ll be in touch when I’m ready, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is.”

“Bye, Cathy.”

“Yeah, take care.” I said back.

It was apparently the last thing anyone said to her, she hanged herself in the stairwell using a bandage she stole from a nurse’s trolley. She wasn’t missed for half an hour and incredibly no one used the stairs while she did it.

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