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Whispering Dragons
(aka Bike)
Part 605
by Angharad
       
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Karen paused while eating her omelette, “So who is supervising the care of this new girl?”

“Ah, there’s the rub,” said Sam, misquoting Hamlet.

“What is?” asked Karen.

“We saw Dr Fliss Edwards, or Trish was seeing her. I went along once and she assaulted me.”

“You’re joking,” said Karen looking embarrassed. “You’re not joking are you?”

“No, she was a monster and frightened me let alone little Trish.”

“Am I correct in believing you might want me to take on your foster child?”

“Could be,” said Sam, chewing a piece of gammon. When he ordered it, he smirked at my raised eyebrows. He then told me it was kosher pig.

“Is this true, Cathy? Is this more of your manipulations?”

“No, Karen, this is one of mine,” Sam deflected the attention away from me. I wasn’t quite sure what I thought about her, she seemed a bit anti-TG. Did she know about me? Was I going to tell her? No chance–besides, I’m female now, not transsexual.

“Sam, all you had to do was ask or refer to me.”

“I wanted you to meet Cathy, and for her to feel happy before I made the referral.”

“Oh, so I’m under examination, am I?”

“No, of course not, but let’s face it, Cathy had an awful experience with Fliss, so I thought if she met you, she’d have much more confidence in bringing Trish to see you.”

I could feel my hands sweating, so what Sam was feeling, I hated to think. I continued to eat my tuna salad, but I wasn’t really hungry. “I came to see Dr Edwards because I’ve enrolled Trish in a school. She’s five on Saturday and will be starting after Easter.”

“You’ve certainly upped the ante here, was this a way of testing her resolve? Don’t tell me, it’s in a girls’ convent?”

“It is as it happens, partly because it was the only school who seemed to have any spaces, and when I explained our little dilemma, the headmistress had had experience of it before and so accepted her.”

“But you’re not religious?”

“No, I’m a scientist.”

“Of course. So who is paying for her education?”

“I am, though I fail to see what relevance this has.”

“So you love this child enough to spend thousands a year on her schooling?”

“Yes, what is so strange about that?”

“I find you too good to be true, in some ways.”

“I’m finding you very unsympathetic for a supposed child care specialist,” I threw back at her.

“I knew there was more than just saintliness inside there,” she practically purred. “So why are you encouraging a boy to be a girl?”

I felt more than a little cross. “Karen, I swear I am not encouraging Trish to do anything than be herself, whoever that self is. I don’t see her as a boy pretending to be a girl, I see her as a girl with a plumbing problem.”

“Is this denial?”

“No, it’s a different perspective. She looks acts and seems to think like a girl. So, as they say, if it looks like a girl, talks like a girl, walks like a girl and thinks like a girl, it probably is a girl. That this girl has a minor anatomical defect, doesn’t stop me from experiencing her as she wants me to, as a girl.”

“So she is manipulating you? She is clever.”

“Stop playing shrinks for moment, and just listen. This child is a girl, believe me, if you cut her in half, she’d have girl written in pink letters through her, like a stick of rock.”

“So has she been checked out for wrongful assignment at birth?”

“I don’t know, you have access to her notes, I don’t.”

“We ran some basic tests, didn’t find anything,” added Sam.

“You think this is classic GID?” she asked Sam.

“Yes.”

“Even though it’s relatively rare?”

“Yes,” he nodded for emphasis.

“And you agree with this, Cathy?”

“If GID means gender identity disorder, yes.”

“I must see this charming young lady, could you bring her in tomorrow?”

“I could, but I have some reservations.”

“Oh, what are they?”

“She’s been traumatised once already by some one who had more problems than she does, and who considered themselves fit to treat children. I detect some degree of scepticism in your attitude, if I think she’s in any danger, I won’t bring her.”

“Danger?” Karen blushed, “Forgive me, I’ve given off the wrong signals. I’ve dealt with this twice before. In one case the mother wanted to emasculate her son and make him a girl, partly because she hated her ex, and partly because she preferred girls to boys.

“I had to try and rescue the boy, who as far as I know, is now catching up on his masculinity. In case two, it was GID, and that was a girl to boy case, even more rare than your boy to girl. When I last saw him, he was doing quite well.

“I suppose I wanted to test you out without Trish being present. I believe you are genuine and don’t have any hidden agenda about feminising a boy.”

I blushed, embarrassed and cross, “But Sam told you the child was saying she was a girl before I met her.”

“Yes, so he was; so why were you so insistent to get Cathy to take this unusual child?”

“I told you,” he said, maintaining his stare at her,” we needed to get her mobilised; Cathy had a track record and we knew she would be sympathetic to the child’s other needs.”

“How did you know? Has she done this before?” asked Karen and I felt my stomach flip over.

“Not that I’m aware of, but you get a gut feeling about people and I just knew she would cope.” Sam was protecting me again and blushing furiously.

“You obviously profoundly influenced one of the leading paediatricians in the UK, did you know that, Cathy? Sam here, is the next head of the college of paediatricians. He’ll be nearly as well connected as Lady Cameron and her banker boyfriend.”

“What don’t you like about me, Karen?”

“I don’t dislike you, Cathy, I hardly know you.”

“But you’ve patronised me, and belittled me, accused me of child abuse and suggested I’m more pure than the Virgin Mary. What have I done to deserve it?”

“You do tend to make Mother Theresa look like a fallen woman, but actually I admire you. You’re still hiding something, which Sam knows about and I don’t. I was trying to work out what it was.”

“I have no hidden agenda, other than trying to keep custody of my two foster children. We, my family such as it is, and they have all invested loads of emotion and energy–call it love if you like–and I don’t want to see it fail. That would be catastrophic for all of us. The Camerons, for all their pomp and circumstance, don’t take failure very well. It would destroy Simon, not to mention Tom and myself. What it would do to the girls, who seem settled with us, I hate to think.

“They have both experienced abandonment before–I swore to them, I would never do it to them. They believe me and I will not break my word.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I admire that you’re prepared to put your own career on hold to raise them, very laudable, even more so that you could end up funding their education. Please bring her to see me tomorrow, I’ll get my secretary to call you this afternoon, if that’s okay?”

“I have to visit, Stella and the baby this afternoon.”

“I’ll get her to leave a message with the special care baby unit, I presume that is where the baby is?”

“Yes.”

“Good, that’s sorted. I’m really looking forward to meeting this wonder child.”

“She’s just an ordinary kid.”

“With a little plumbing problem,” said Karen, and I didn’t know if she was mocking me or agreeing with me. Tomorrow was not going to be easy.

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