Synopsis: I’m having a bad day, so fuck actually putting anything here.
“Hello, Allison, my name is Doctor. McKee,” The huge white-coated man said to me. At least form my perspective he was huge; I wasn’t really a big person anyway was I? “What can I help you with today?’
You know what? I seriously hate it when doctors ask questions like that. They KNOW why you made the appointment, they KNOW why you’re there. It seemed to silly to make me blurt it all out once again, you know, considering my chart obviously said ‘male’ and here I was dressed as a 95% passable female.
“I’m uh…I’m looking to start hormones,” I said sheepishly. “I was uh…told that there was an informed consent thing where I can get started right away?”
“Well, not quite right away,” He admitted. “First I need to get some history from you and then we’re going to need to draw some blood to check your current hormone levels. So, I’d like to start with….how long have you felt that you were a woman?”
“Well,” I said thoughtfully “When I was a kid I always thought something was wrong, you know? I…felt like I should have been a girl, but I didn’t really grasp the full consequences. I tried on my sister’s clothes when she wasn’t at home, and…my mom had this friend who would come over sometimes; I always liked her stuff and when she would stay the night I would sneak into the living room and borrow her tops. I thought I was weird…later on when I finally got access to the internet I kind of figured out what it was all about and…I guess it took me a while to really accept that I could actually be a woman.”
“And what was it that led you to finally physically transition?” He asked curiously. I thought for a moment.
“I really wasn’t going to,” I explained. “But then I decided to rush every sorority on campus dressed in drag and it pissed enough of them off that Alpha Gamma blackmailed me into joining them, built me up just enough, and then tossed me to the curb like yesterday’s news. So are we doing the hormone thing or what?”
“Oh wait, it’s you!” Doctor McKee exclaimed. “I know you! You’ve been all over the news!”
“Yeah, so I hear,” I shrugged. “My sister’s kind of been hiding me away, has it really been that big?”
“I’d say so,” McKee nodded. “The words blackmail haven’t been thrown around but Alpha Gamma hasn’t said much about it. I really hope that turns out okay for you.”
“I have to speak in front of their board,” I explained. “But no matter what happens, I’m still a girl and that’s not something that they can change.”
“Good for you,” He said. “We’ll start by getting your blood and running some tests. If all comes back well, then we should be able to start you on hormones as early as next week.”
“That would be…awesome,” I really meant it. The idea of actually starting hormones? It was something I could scarcely imagine really.
“I need you to read over this packet then,” He said, handing me an envelope. “This basically goes over everything you need to know about starting cross-sex hormones. The side effects, dangers, you know, usual stuff. Once you read it, sign it, bring it back and you should be ready.”
I looked at the front of the packet and was nearly breathless as I read the words ‘MTF’ on the front of it. Male to Female. Someone acknowledged me. Someone official. This was happening; I was on my way to becoming a woman and not just in looks. I was going to change on the inside and despite all of the horrible things that were happening right in front of me. I finished up the appointment and thanked the doctor. Brianna was waiting for me in the lounge area reading a ‘Better Homes and Gardens’ magazine.
“I was thinking of getting a Venus fly trap,” She said. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Uh, that don’t live very long,” I shrugged. “They can close like five times before they die. A new one sprouts up but it’s kind of depressing, and you’d need a house full of flies to feed them.”
“We could start leaving windows open?” She suggested as she closed the magazine and stood to join me in walking out. “Oh, did you get your hormones?”
“I have to wait for a blood test,” I explained. “It’s complicated.”
“Medical stuff always is,” She sighed. “But I’m proud of you for coming this far. How does it feel?”
“It feels great,” I smiled as we walked through the front doors and toward her car. “Thank you so much for supporting me.”
“You’re absolutely welcome,” She said. “Let’s go to the school and talk to the Dean, alright?”
“Yeah,” I smiled, though I still have no idea what the man wanted. She drive us to the school but instead of parking in the front lot, she parked in a secondary lot that I had no idea existed. “What is this?”
“It’s just a secret entrance,” She explained. “Well sort of. Um, it’s like…it’s a maintenance hatch but they use it to bring in supplies and stuff…like tools, or food for the cafeteria. It keeps the front doors from getting too crowded. We’re going to ride the elevator up to the admin floor, it’ll be quick and easy alright?”
“Alright,” I smiled. We walked from the car to a set of steel double doors which she opened for me, and then we crossed through an underground tunnel made of cinderblock with pipes flanking us on both sides. The light inside was kind of a pee yellow and my eyes had trouble adjusting at first. Nevertheless we made it to the end and entered the elevator. Pressing the ‘5’ button, Brianna took us up to the administration level. As the doors opened onto a hallway and a waiting room, I could suddenly feel eyes upon me. I wondered, did they know who I was? Did they have recent pictures? No, that was impossible.
“Hey Cathy,” Brianna said as we approached the reception desk. “This is Allison, she’s here to see the dean, she should have an appointment?”
The receptionist regarded me carefully and then nodded.
“You’re actually right on time, hold on,” She pressed a button on her desk. “Dean Hendrick, Ms. Parsons is here to see you.”
I immediately heard murmuring behind me from the few people that were seated outside the office. They had definitely heard of me.
“Uh yeah, thanks, send her in,” I heard a male voice reply. The lady gestured toward the door and as I walked I could feel Brianna beside me still. She wasn’t going to let me walk in there alone and I didn’t want to fight her on it. I needed her. When I was a guy I was content to do things on my own but as I came into my own, as a woman, I realized I was relying more and more on other women around me. It was a big change and it wasn’t one I minded.
We passed through the wooden door and into a huge office, it kind of looked like a study, really. Books lining the walls and the dean sitting at a huge wooden desk at the front, framed by a huge picture window flanked by curtains.
“Come on, come in,” The dean said, standing up. “I’m Dean Malcom Hendricks and you must be Allison, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“It’s very nice to meet you,” I smiled as I reached out and shook his hand.
“I have a pretty packed schedule today,” He said. “So we’ll go ahead and get down to business here. You’ve been part of the Alpha Gamma house for the past…month, or so I’m led to believe?”
I nervously looked to Brianna for some support but she simply stared straight ahead. She wanted me to do this myself.
“Yes,” I replied. “Until recently, that is. They revoked my membership.”
“Did they say why?” He asked curiously.
“They said it was a liability,” I watched him think about it for a moment and then he nodded.
“That aside,” He said. “I don’t know for sure if you saw the threats that were made against you, I hear you were rushed out of the Alpha Gamma house pretty quickly and kept in seclusion, at least that’s what I was assured of. Now I want you to know that Bellcrest University does not condone threats of these kind against anyone, for any reason. We’ve combed through every single comment and identified the students that made the threats-“
“What about Stephanie? The girl who mad the post?” Brianna asked. “She causes this, so shouldn’t something be done about her?”
“We considered it,” Dean Hendrick said. “But technically she didn’t make a threat and she does seem remorseful, so we’re going to let that slide for now. What we would like you to know, however, is that you are perfectly safe here at Bellcrest.”
“Is there anything you can do about Alpha Gamma?” I asked curiously. “About…you know…”
“Unfortunately not,” He shook his head. “We don’t dictate how the Greek houses handle their membership but…I did want to say something on that. The world we’re living in right now is a much different one than when I attended Bellcrest University myself. We’re accepting different things and establishing a new normal, so to speak. It can be confusing, and disconcerting, but all change is. There was a time when people of color weren’t allowed to drink from the same fountain as whites or use the same bathrooms. There was a time when homosexuality was viewed as a mental illness. We’ve moved past it, obviously but it wasn’t because the world just evolved on its own. The truth is that people, people like you have to be agents of change. You have the…unfortunate circumstance of being a pioneer in a movement that’s just taking off. You might not want to think of it as a movement but right now it is. It’s the movement of being accepted and understood, to be given the same privileges as others. I may not fully understand what it means to be transgender, but as an educated man I can recognize that you have an opportunity and a responsibility. The question, is what you’re going to do about it.”
“What…are you telling me to do?” My eyes darted around the room. I had no idea what was going on.
“I’m telling you to make a difference,” Dean Hendrick said. “My position here is mostly political, I make decisions but I also have the ear of the board. As the dean I would tell you to avoid making waves. As a human being I’m telling you to stand up and fight. In any case, I have to get to my next appointment, it was very nice meeting you both.”
Brianna and I made our way to the car once again; it had been an incredibly confusing day and as always my head was spinning. What was I supposed to do exactly? What COULD I do? By myself, probably nothing. But then again, maybe, just maybe I wouldn’t have to do it by myself.
Comments
Next the question to sit back or push things
I look for the next chapter every night. I know this story will end, I do hope you find a way to continue it on, or begin a new real chapter in Allison's life.
Allison is standing up and...
...And moving on with her life. She's not going back to being Miles. She's fortunate to have her sister. I'm not quite sure where Remy is standing. I like that Allison is gradually getting stronger and is more forthright about being a woman.
The Sorority has back peddled and the Dean is encouraging Allision to lead her cause. He will stand with her if she succeeds and affirms he's being neutral at the moment.
I guess her mother is coming closer to going before the AG's board. We will find out more about Allision standing for herself and what Legacy means when people decide where they're going to stand.
A very good chapter.
Jessie C
Jessica E. Connors
Jessica Connors
Sorry your having a bad day
Audrissa- sorry your having a bad day. I think we can all relate to that. Hope tomorrow is better for you. Thank you for posting this even with the bad day.
And the stage is set
Biiiiiiiig super important speech/presentation before the AG board coming up.
Also - Stephanie is remorseful??!! Somehow I doubt it. But if she really is, have her post a retraction and stand in support of Allison at the impending AG meeting.
Hugs! - **Sigh**
Sighs are the natural language of the heart.
-Thomas Shadwell
Thank you, ...
... as always for writing this, and being a shaft of light in some dreary days.
Looking forward to this all the time.
but it is the rare moments of beauty and peace
in between the chaos,
That makes it worth living."
- Tertia Hill
Allison
Has a great support network something I have never had. I know she will be stronger for this but it's disconcerting that makes me sad. I go through life looking though rose colored glass as my husband would say. He says I'm oblivious to the looks and laughs when I go out but I simply have the heart of a child and see the world that way. I may never grow up but Allison has grown so much in just a little over a month in some ways I'm jealous.
EllieJo Jayne
The wrong messenger and the destructive fool.
The Dean is either 'playing both sides against the middle,' or he's a fool. (the third possibility is that I'm too much of a cynic) Sometimes, the wrong messenger is the worse thing for a movement. The grandstanding speech that galvanizes a movement is made by one truly invested in their cause and also understands both the timing and the message. One can speak from the heart, and still, be ineffectual. One can speak sincerely, and yet not convey the message or worse convey a corrupted message. If the Dean was such a student of history and civil rights, he'd know that the messenger is as important as the message itself.
Let's walk this back a few steps. I infer that the Dean sees this as a possible linchpin moment for the University. He hamhandedly calls our protagonist to act, to "make a difference." The expectation, seemingly, is that the protagonist will leverage some yet 'to be defined' support infrastructure and 'carry the flag.' Without that organized infrastructure, the call to action is a 'fool's errand.' It is a fool's errand; especially for an ill-prepared and not fully invested student who can only carry a message of heart, but not a 'message of movement.' If you need to call someone to action--they aren't invested in the movement. If you call someone to action and hope they start a movement without laying (or making known) the infrastructure they'd leverage, you're worse than a fool, you're a destructive one.
Agents of change, are those invested in a movement and are so distinctly effectual at convincing others of their message (the movement's message) that the message cannot be 'lost in the telephone game'. Agents of change, spawn others to become agents themselves, ideally, they do this tirelessly and are usually not the face of the campaign (kind of like what the Dean is doing only, he's doing it wrong). They're out there in plain view but, they aren't in the spotlight. If the Dean wants to cast light on the agents of change and is meeting with the opposition (Stephanie), well he's seeking a confrontation (this is a stretch, but not a big one). He's seeking both sides to act against each other so that the University is forced to act and change in a direction that a 'person in his position' can manipulate.
Fun stuff :)
Hugs,
Leila
synopsis
I think it would have been better to omit synopsis rather than put what you did in. I can't see it doing any good, only lowering expectations, and possibly stopping some from reading. I considered stopping, but you have me hooked.
You are doing very well, so don't get down on yourself.
Maybe a virtual hug will help, Cheryl
"What COULD I do?"
fight. And I'm sorry you're having a bad day, hugs!
Hot potato
Right now, Allison is a hot potato which has stirred a pot in a way many don't like.
The head AG people are using her to prove how upsetting it is to have a TG girl in their soroity--they also "used" the girls in the local chapter.
The school is caught in the middle with not being able to take sides within inviting trouble from the State/Feds or other people. If they ban Allison from the school she could come back and claim discrimination and win a lawsuit. If the school sides with her they risk angering those against TG people and risk losing students. The Dean supports her but has to be seen sitting on the fence.
Others have feelings too.
Straightforward
"As the dean I would tell you to avoid making waves. As a human being I’m telling you to stand up and fight." I fear that some might call out the Dean for weasling, but it's straightforward honesty. The Dean is stating precisely his view and the position he's in. I also think he's right about Stephanie. She was angry, furious, and expressed it (and why). Others made the actual threats. (And set a fire?)
-- Daphne Xu