I had several messages to continue this story so here is another episode, I hope you like it.

Crazy Daisy (3).
By Angharad.

Christmas was lovely and we both got lots of things, including makeup and dresses. My parents had almost forgotten I was a boy, so I thought and was quite happy with that. A few days after Christmas My dad dragged me off with him which was unusual, Izzy and I always went everywhere together but this day we separated. I asked my father what was happening and he said I'd find out in a little while. we drove to the doctor's surgery and he made me sit close to him and keep still. I told him I wasn't ill so why were we here? "You should be bigger than you are, Izzy is taller than you." I told him I knew but I was the better dancer. "Okay, okay we all know that and you demonstrated that the other night. No one would argue that for your age you are a very good ballerina, but remember, you are a boy and except when Matthew Bourne does something different, there isn't much call for male ballerinas."

I felt very misunderstood and stayed silent thereafter until called by the doctor. We didn't have long to wait, and Dr Johnson was a nice, older man. He knew I was dressing as a girl and did ballet. "I saw you do the Nutcracker stuff at your ballet school and very good it was at short notice." I smiled at that, "they still calling you Daisy?"

"Yes doctor, I'm quite enjoying myself."

"That's good," he replied, "Now if only the rest of my patients were as obliging, I'd only have work half as hard."

"Why is she here, Michael?" he turned his attention to my dad.

"Look, Daisy isn't a properly developing boy, she's smaller than Izzy. She seems fit enough, possibly underweight but we know she watches her intake so she doesn't put on weight. I don't think there's much doubt that she is transgendered, she's lived as a girl for about four years and hardly anyone notices, the thing is she's been offered a place at the Royal Ballet School but they don't know the state of play, if you see what I mean."

"That's a bit of a complication, you knew that one day you'd have to grasp this straw, and it looks as if that day has come."

"I know she'd love to go to the school, except she'd have to leave Izzy, it would be the first time in her life. That's going to be traumatic enough when they realise they're going to be separated if it happens."

"I see, what do you want me to do?" asked the doctor.

"I want to find out if they accept transgender pupils."

"And..."

"I need to get a referral to some sort of expert and get her on some sort of programme. Could you help, we'll have to go privately because time is quite a factor."

"Ahh, right, I only know one paediatric psychiatrist with anything like the skill you want. I call her later and get you an appointment asap."

"Brilliant, I knew you'd help, Steve."

"I'm rather fond of the girls, although I don't see them very often, last time was Izzy had hurt her ankle, but they seem extremely fit."

We left the doctor's and called home to collect Izzy and Daddy took us for a visit to the park to feed the ducks, who discovering we had proper duck food not horrible bread, swarmed all over us. I think Daddy even took a photo of a duck standing on Izzy's head. We had a great time. Later, after lunch when Doris did us a lovely pie with salad, Izzy asked me where I'd gone. I told her, the significance of the event was a bit beyond my ballet saturated mind.

That night Daddy had a call from the doctor and he wrote something in his diary ,and thanked the doctor for his help. I heard the phone ring but didn't understand what was going on. Then two days later I was rushed in the shower by Doris and dressed in my warm leggings, knee boots and one of my new tops, a warm acrylic one. After I'd eaten breakfast, a woolly had was shoved on my head, and my down coat and gloves were barely on, and Daddy was dragging me off somewhere else. I asked him where we were going but he just evaded my questions only telling me I'd see in a short time.

We met a nice lady doctor, called Dr Pauline McWhirter, she was quite old but not as old as Daddy, who's ancient, at least forty. Alas, she wanted some of my blood, our doctor had taken some a few days ago but she said she wanted to check something.

"Tell me Daisy, why do you want to be a boy?" golly, didn't that confuse me.

"I don't, I want to be a girl forever, I want to be a ballet dancer, a ballerina."

"I think you have got the wrong end of the stick, Dr McWhirter, Daisy is actually a biological male but she has lived as female with her twin sister for the last four or so years. I think she's transgender, potty about ballet and wants to live as a girl. She has a chance to go to the Royal Ballet School though that may yet be in vain as her gender thing may prevent that. We'd like you to confirm the diagnosis and act as our medical expert."

The doctor blushed and within a few minutes she understood what was what. "These blood results are crazy, hence my wanting another set to confirm them. This child has virtually no testosterone in her, but about the same amount as girl of the same age. I'd like to send you to a colleague for further blood tests and DNA, until we have that data, I can't make a diagnosis, but I'd say there is good chance of her being intersexed, which opens a whole new ballgame. If that is the case, I think the school would have to accept her. She has a penis, I take it?"

"Yes, but it's quite insignificant." She asked to see it and told me I was a good girl and apologised for messing my clothing around.

"How come you or your wife hadn't noticed, I presume this has been going on for some time?"

"I'm hardly ever there and my wife is an artist with a growing reputation, so child care usually falls on our nanny/housekeeper. We're too busy for kids really but we do love them and I like to spend time with them when we can."

"Mum's gonna paint me dancing with Izzy."

"That should be nice, you'll have to take photo and bring it to me to see," said the doctor.

"When do you want me to see your colleague?" Daddy asked, Dr McWhirter spoke into her phone and "He can see you in about fifteen minutes, he's just in the next block." She handed him a paper with the new doctor's name and address and we were off again.

Daddy told me they'd probably want some more blood to do more tests and he was very proud of me being such a brave girl. I smiled and puffed out my chest, I liked it when Daddy was pleased with me.

The new doctor was a man, a cronolist or something. He took some more blood and also rubbed a stick think around my mouth and popped it in a plastic tube and shut the lid. "Not on a period is she?"

"She a boy," said my father sounding just a little peeved.

"Oh," he looked at the blood results that Pauline had sent over to him, "so she is, it's just that her iron levels are a little bit low like a girl on her menses." He studied the results, she's got virtually no testosterone in her. You sure she's a boy?"

He had to have a look at me down below as well and looked up shaking his head spoke to my dad, "I don't think that's grown for quite a while, which it wouldn't if there was no testosterone. I can't find any testes, no surprise there. When I get the blood results back I'll know better, but I think you're looking at the diagnosis of intersex."

"What's the prognosis?" my father asked.

"We'll know more when the results come back including the DNA sample but she's either a girl with a sealed vaginal opening and hypertrophied clitoris, or a boy that nothing is happening for which could be a number of things. We may want to do a scan of her abdomen to see if that enlightens us but either way we can boost her natural hormones one way or the other."

"I think she only sees it one way, she's been living as a girl for four or so years, I suspect she wants to live the rest of her life as female."

The doctor nodded, "I think that's for Dr McWhirter to help you decide but I'd still like to do a scan if there are any testes there, they can go nasty if they don't drop." Daddy thank him and asked him to organise the scan and let us know, he nodded again and we left.

When we got home I tried to explain to Izzy what had happened but I think I just confused her. While we talked Mummy, Daddy and Auntie Doris locked themselves in the lounge. Izzy and I had some orange juice and chocolate to keep us going while we waited for the grown-ups to finish, after all we do what they wanted anyway. I hoped that I'd still get the place at the ballet school but it dawned on me they didn't invite Izzy too, that meant we'd be split up - did I want that, no I didn't, but I wasn't sure and in case they didn't accept me I didn't say anything to her.

They called me in to the lounge, "Look, we haven't asked you," my father asked. "Do you want to stay as a girl or would you rather be a boy?"

"No, I'm a girl and I want to stay as one and keep doing my ballet."

"We have to go back to the hospital for them to do a scan of your tummy tomorrow."

"Alright," I said, "will that hurt?"

"No, depending upon which scan they mean it'll just mean smearing some jelly stuff on your tummy so they can see what's inside."

"I like jelly, can I have strawberry?" I said to them and Mummy groaned.

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