(aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2225 by Angharad Copyright © 2013 Angharad
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Somehow Danni managed to avoid me during dinner after which I went to see Sammi in hospital. “Feeling nervous?” I asked smirking.
“It’s all right for you,” she replied.
“It’s nothing.”
“I know I really want this done but I’m dead nervous.”
“It’s not that bad, I found it more uncomfortable than painful.”
“Yeah, but without my computer and phone, I feel so–I dunno, like a fish out of water.”
“I suppose you could have had them with you and I could have taken them back this evening.”
“Dunno, every time I turned round they were either shoving things up my bum to make me crap or pouring laxatives down my throat. If I do any more I’m gonna need a relining of my arse.”
“They have to try and clean you out to reduce infection risk, remember the opening will be a few centimetres from your anus.”
“Yeah, shows the blind watchmaker stuff is crap, doesn’t it?”
“You mean in terms of poor design?”
“Yeah, vaginas and anuses next to each other.”
“Be thankful you’re not a sea urchin.”
“Why?”
“They have their mouth next to their anus.”
“Not gonna kiss one of them, then.”
“Wouldn’t recommend it.”
We continued to stroll round the hospital talking as we went. “Danni came in this afternoon.”
“She’s been avoiding me.”
“What’s she done now?”
“Nothing that I’m aware of, except she went off to see Pia instead of doing her homework.”
“Nothing new there then.”
“I don’t like her seeing Pia. I feel sorry for the kid and I admit I did encourage contact before I realised that she’s bonkers.”
“She was asking me all sorts of things about the operation.”
“What for?”
“I don’t know, Mummy.”
“Even if she decided it was what she wanted, she’d have to wait another five years.”
“I don’t know what she’s about, I really don’t.”
“You and me both. I don’t think Stephanie has a definite diagnosis, or if she has she’s awaiting confirmation.”
“I’ll be glad when tomorrow is over.”
“Sammi, darling, it’ll be fine, Mr O’Rourke is a brilliant surgeon.”
“Yeah, I’m just uneasy in hospitals.”
“I think we all are.”
“Is Danni on hormones?”
“Yes and T-blockers.”
“Crikey, I had to wait until I was eighteen to get them. If she is transgender she’s so lucky to have you as a mother.”
I blushed, “The problem is I don’t think she is, and I wonder if my known sympathies are skewing things somewhat.”
“What you mean she thinks she’s one of us because she’s living with us?”
“It could be an accusation that was thrown at me if she was wrongly diagnosed.”
“I hadn’t thought of that. You know Julie doesn’t think she’s tg.”
“Yeah, Julie has said so a few times.”
“You agree with her?”
“Probably, there’s just something I can’t put my finger on.”
“Mind you, she’s stuck at the cross dressing longer than I thought she would.”
“Yes, but sometimes I think she sees that as a way of challenging my scepticism.”
“Why did Stephanie give her the hormones?”
“I suspect because Cindy’s taking them, she also considered that if there was some sort of psychosexual element, it would reduce that.”
We stopped and had a cup of tea, after midnight it was water only for Sammi. “God, I’m hungry,” she said.
“Sorry, kiddo, but I don’t think you’d want your op cancelled because you ate something, now, would you?”
“No, let’s go back–give my love to all of them.”
“I will. They’ll probably give you something to help you sleep if you ask them.”
“The nurse said something about it earlier. I think I probably will. Were you this nervous?”
“Not really, I had every confidence in the surgeon and I wanted it so badly.”
“What if it goes wrong?”
“It’s possible but so unlikely. O’Rourke is absolutely brilliant.”
“Oh well, we’ll know in twenty four hours, won’t we?”
“We will indeed, darling, now you try and get some sleep and good luck tomorrow, we’ll come in as soon as they say you're well enough to have visitors.”
“Thanks, Mummy.” She went to hug me, “God, I feel sick.” She rushed off to the loo.
“Anything wrong?” asked the staff nurse.
“No, I think she’s just frightened about tomorrow.”
“We’ll look after her.”
“She knows that, I think it’s just a bit of nerves.”
“She does want it done?”
“Oh yes. I don’t think there’s any doubt of that but she’s been waiting for the past year, and she says since she was a child.”
“An early Christmas present, then.”
“I suppose it is.”
Sammi reappeared and said she felt okay. Even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t say anything to postpone her date with destiny. We hugged and I left her to try and sleep while I went home to deal with Danni. She was doing her homework so I left her to it. I’d have it out with her tomorrow.
Simon and I chatted for short time before we went to sleep, he was looking forward to having Sammi back at work and pleased she’d feel complete at last.
Life has a way of interfering in one’s plans, so it was on the Sunday. At breakfast I became aware that Danni wasn’t with us. “Where is that girl?” I asked the others. “If I find out she was on the internet half the night, I’ll shoot her.”
“Want me to go and see?” offered Trish, who for once was behaving herself. As I was munching my way though banana on toast I nodded. I’d just finished eating and was about to start tidying up the table when Trish came dashing back.
“Walk, please, Trish,” I gently reprimanded her.
“She’s not there.”
“Who isn’t?” asked Simon.
“Danni. Mummy asked to see where she was, she’s not in her bedroom.”
“Where’s she gone then?” asked Si.
“I dunno, do I?” replied number one genius.
“She didn’t say anything about going to see anyone?”
“Not to me,” confirmed Trish.
“Nor me,” agreed Livvie.
I had a bad feeling about this and went dashing up to Danni’s room. There was nothing there to show where she’d gone. The bed had been slept in, so she must have gone off very early. Why?
I went briskly down to the bike shed and her mountain bike was missing. She’s gone to see Cindy, I’ll bet seeing as she was with Pia yesterday. I tried calling her mobile but no one answered. I was now becoming very worried.
I dialled Cindy’s number and spoke to Brenda, her mother. “Hi it’s Cathy Cameron.”
“Hello, Cathy, how are you–all set for Christmas?”
“Getting there, by Easter I should have managed it.”
She laughed. “How is Danni, haven’t seen her for a while?”
My tummy did a somersault with tuck and pike before landing again. “Fine, she’s gone off early this morning, she must have gone to Pia. Okay, if I don’t see you beforehand, have a lovely Christmas.”
She wanted to chat and I wanted to go. Finally I got rid of her and rang Pia’s house. There was no answer. Bugger, where the hell is she?
I’d no sooner put the phone down when it rang.
“Hello?”
“Is that Lady Cameron?”
“Yes, who is that?”
“This is the QA, we’ve got your child here, she’s in surgery.”
“Yes I know, Sammi.”
“No, this isn’t about Sammi...”
Comments
Hangin' on the cliff
By my fingernails again. And they aren't very strong ones either...
Heart skipped when I read the "Is that Lady Cameron?"
Teri Ann
"Reach for the sun."
Oh no
What has Danni done?
I Was VeryWorried
... about three episodes ago that Danni might try something ill advised (DIY, e. g.). Regardless of what happened, I pray to the Goddess in her universe that she look out for her. We don't need to lose another one of the family.
Portia
And on a deeply Freudian level.
He could be reasoning that since he is an orphan, got beat up and raped in France, and the other boys at school treat him like crap that he is not worth anything as a male, so that must mean he is a she, and if she has extra tackle, then it should be removed and since no one is kinning to that, then she must to it herself. I hope she has prepared for the bleeders...
I guess
it could be the obvious and Danni has done a Trish, But as i have found out in the past our esteemed authoress does tend to lead us in one direction .... And then just when we all think we know what will happen next she proceeds to show us that detectives we are not..
So given that scenario i think i am just going to sit and wait .... Mind you it could be a long wait with the early posting of this little nail-biter..
Good job i haven't trimmed my nails.
Kirri
I'd Guess You're Right
There's some pretty heavy foreshadowing here that suggests rather strongly that's exactly what happened. Danni talking with Pia (the genital self-mutilator) over and over. Interrogating Sammi about her impending op. Cathy telling her she wasn't convinced yet that she was TS. Left at the crack of dawn. And, lo and behold, she's in the emergency department, in surgery for something.
It's either clear foreshadowing or powerful misdirection.
I am lucky
That wolf ware's have claws. But I am still scrambling over the ledge of this cliff that appeared out of nowhere. Here I was reading along wondering just how Catherin was going to work this out with Danni and the recent flash of teen rebellion. Then a new reality opened up under my four feet and I find myself hanging by my freshly painted claws.
Angharad you got us again with your cliffhanger. I know that I will be hanging around until the next episode when we find out what has happened to our dear Danni. I am seriously concerned for there future.
Huggles
Michele
With those with open eyes the world reads like a book
*sighs*
What did the kid do... Ho boy...
Thank you for keeping the story going. Glad things went well for Sammi!
Look forward to see what happens, next.
Thanks,
Annette
Oh, no! DIY operation? Bike
Oh, no!
DIY operation? Bike accident? Assault?
Kris
{I leave a trail of Kudos as I browse the site. Be careful where you step!}
Or Change Places With Sammi
Just a thought.
Portia
She did a do-it-yourselfer!
What can I say, I was going to whack myself; had it all planned; the ice in the tub job and close to the toilet one you know. Then I found out about a castration tool, http://www.enasco.com/product/C15399N , but before I could purchase it, found a Urologist that would do it for $1000 under the table.
At the time, I could care less about the faux vagina, I just wanted rid of the incessantly evil sex drive. Six months later, I was wanting the operation too. They gave me a choice between the penal inversion and an intestinal resection. In retrospect, I wish I had done the intestinal resection so I would have more depth. Most resources insist that average vaginal depth is 3 1/2 inches, but if you look at live sex videos, it is twice that. Who do you believe?
What the hell, I hope Danni survives this mental slip of the gears.
Gwendolyn
A cliffhanger
Oh no, not another cliff-hanger of an episode.
I am hoping it's just an accident with a bike rather than anything else.
As always, I shall avoid speculating and enjoy the story in whatever direction it takes.
Great writing Ang.
Love as always
Anne G.
Hope it isn't another
do it yourself surgery. I can honestly say I was not the slightest bit tempted to go that route.
I can't...
I can't say that... I can say I never actually sat down to do it though, but I did figure out what I needed to have to do the deed and have a chance to survive... Luckily I now have my date, so I suspect the temptation won't rear it's head again.