Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 2147

The Daily Dormouse.
(aka Bike, est. 2007)
Part 2147
by Angharad

Copyright © 2013 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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The toast was delicious and to my surprise I lay back down and went off to sleep quite quickly, which of course I only realised on waking. It took me ages to wake up and Danni was dressed and made up and ready for breakfast while I was still trying to open my eyes and keep them open. I also called Danni, Billie, twice.

“No, Mummy, that’s the other transsexual kid, and she’s no longer with us, if you remember.”

“Uh what?”

“You called me Billie, and I’m Danielle, remember?”

“Of course I remember,” is what I said but what I was thinking about was what she said before, the other transsexual kid. Has she decided what she is?

I sat up and as I did so my mobile peeped to indicate a text message. It was from Trish. ‘How does a cat use a video player? Answer, she presses the paws control. When u comin home? Lol Txxx’

I groaned at the joke and showed it to Danni, who groaned even louder. “Would you like breakfast in bed, mumsy dear?”

I wondered if it got rid of her for five minutes, it might be a good idea. “Okay, I’ll have some tea and toast please, oh and could you take that tray back to the kitchen?”

“When did you have this?” she queried, “I don’t think I saw it when I came in when you were calling out.”

“It was rather late and you had been asleep, it’s very easy to miss things then,” I lied and immediately remonstrated with myself for doing it as it wasn’t necessary or helpful, I suppose I just felt that I didn’t need to explain things to my child. I’m an adult and should be allowed to do things without giving reasons for them.

“Yeah, I probably did, okay, tea an’ toast comin’ up.” She disappeared with the dirty crocks.

I should have got up and showered and woken myself up, instead I laid down again and went off to sleep, almost jumping out of the bed when Mrs Cuddy’s voice announced, “Your breakfast, Lady Cameron.” It was a pot of tea and two poached eggs on toast. When i grumbled she replied, “No wonder you’re no recoverin’ ye dinnae eat enough.”

I sat up as quickly as I could and she shoved a pillow behind me then placed the tray on my lap, one of those bed trays that balance on the bed with legs that unfold either side of you. I felt quite opulent and I suspected after the breakfast, corpulent.

Despite my protests that I didn’t eat much for breakfast, to which she retorted, ‘Nor lunch or dinner,’ the eggs on toast went down very well as did the pot of tea, although now my bladder had awakened, I had to dash to the en suite. After that, a shower seemed a good idea and I did so without being out of breath. I was feeling much better and decided we’d head off home the day after.

Before telling the family, I called the chap who’d ferried us up from Glasgow and he wasn’t available for two days, so I had to go with that, he also told me he’d organise the flights from there to Southampton. I let him get on with it and finished drying my hair and placed it in a ponytail.

‘Come to bonny Scotland,’ invite the posters and show a picture of different places where the sun is shining. When I glanced out the window, we had a mist or low cloud enveloping everything. Danni disturbed my thoughts by arriving with Lizzie so I had to feed her and felt well enough to bathe and change her. I don’t know who was more surprised the baby or Danni.

As I fed her, I decided to check out what I heard earlier. “So have you decided what you want to do?”

“What, this morning?”

“No, when we get home?”

“Yeah, get a sex change and sleep with David Beckham.”

“I’m not sure which part of that was the joke,” I replied thereby killing it, mainly because I didn’t find it funny. Sex change isn’t funny neither are the people who undergo them.

“It was all a joke, Mummy.”

“So you don’t want a sex change operation, then?”

“I dunno, do I?”

I did when I was her age, but that doesn’t mean anything. “So what are we going to do?”

“What d’you think I should do?”

“Whatever makes life easiest and hopefully happiest.”

“I dunno,” she said chewing her bottom lip.

“We’re going home in two days time, you’ll need to have made up your mind by then, or I’ll do it for you.”

“What would you decide, Mummy?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“But it might help me–to make up my mind.”

“Why don’t you go off and draw up a chart of the good and bad things that would happen if you decided to stay as Danielle, or if you went back to being a boy. Write them down.”

“I don’t think I get you,” he looked puzzled.

“Pass me that piece of paper,” I pointed to a sheet of paper on the nearby occasional table. “Right, on the top we put, ‘Staying Danielle.’ Now underneath we draw a line down the whole page, like so.” I showed him the line running vertically down through the middle of the page. I then did a plus and minus signs on opposite sides of the line and asked him to give me a good reason for staying a girl.

“I like the clothes and makeup.”

“Is that one or two things?”

“Um–one I think.”

“Okay, another one.”

“I like being pretty.”

We carried on doing this critical path analysis listing positives and after that some negatives, then I left her to it for a while. She returned about half an hour later.

“Has it helped?” I asked.

“Helped what, Mummy?”

“To help you come to a decision.”

“Oh I made that ages ago.”

“Oh did you now?”

“Yes.”

“So what is it then?”

“You tell me what’d you’d do and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”

I wasn’t aware I could be wrong. So perhaps her cheek served a purpose.

“No, you tell me first and if it’s what I was going to do, I’ll tell you.”

She looked very suspiciously at me. After several minutes she eventually asked, “If I said I wanted to stay as a girl, can I?”

I took a deep breath, “Provided Stephanie agrees with it, yes.”

“An’ if I wanna be a boy again?”

“Of course you can.”

“What if I wanna be both–you know when I felt like it?”

My heart sank. “Yes, that’s perhaps the more difficult option, but it’s possible.”

“I don’t know, do I?” she then burst into tears and ran out of the room.

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