The Weekly Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 3442 by Angharad Copyright© 2024 Angharad

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This is a work of fiction any mention of real people, places or institutions is purely coincidental and does not imply that they are as suggested in the story.
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Henry called me that evening, he told me that the various government agencies were on high alert. I asked him if that had been the case before when Russian hackers had infiltrated a blood results system and delayed people getting their blood test results from various London hospitals. Apparently, hospitals had been deliberately avoided by the hackers but it seemed nowhere was safe from them and we weren't doing enough to protect ourselves from them. They were also being encouraged and protected by the Kremlin, so I hope if ever Putin needs blood tests we are able to hack the system and lose his results. If it caused him to become an ex Putin, I wouldn't shed any tears and although I don't believe in hell, I hope he goes there when he dies, just for eternity and the demons are all Ukrainian. I gave a little chuckle at that and Henry asked why, so I had to tell him, he told me I was getting too involved and needed to be more objective.

After I'd gone to bed, I was reading when Simon phoned to ask how we all were, Henry had told him how things were and he had set a small team of his most trusted people to investigate the persons financing the US Baptist church concerned, and was the same money funding the TERFs. If it was he hoped to do some manoeuvrings and embarrass them in the Wall Street press before trying to cause them problems.

I asked him to be careful and he promised he would be, this time he was playing for keeps as well and hoped when he struck, it would disable them for good. I told him I'd sent Laura abroad and Henry said the security services had seen her go to Switzerland, she was supposed to have friends there but I suspect she also went on to somewhere else after, perhaps Germany or France.

I fell asleep dreaming of France, of Danni's assault and Pia's over the top response, castrating herself and when she had recovered, slicing my daughter up a treat, needing her to have surgery, a vaginoplasty amongst other things, after which she had little option but to live as a girl. After initial problems, she accepted her fate and played international football as a woman, fulfilling the criteria by not having had a male puberty. she was incredibly talented but had been overlooked again by the FA and she was not really bothered by it, saying that she needed to concentrate on her studies and make a new life for herself, perhaps as a researcher. I was immensely proud of all my girls. but especially Danni, who had to work at things like I'd had to unlike her sister who had a PhD at sixteen and was off to Cambridge, possibly the best university in the world, certainly the best in Britain.

I remembered seeing the gun battle as Danni's assailants perished under the firepower of the French Police, but it set me drifting to when, as a schoolchild, I also visited France. We'd gone to Brittany and I wanted to see the standing stones at Carnac, which were said to be impressive. They were, and were quite unlike anything in the UK. I was quite tired, and after eating my packed lunch snoozed against one of the stones. It was so unlike anything I usually did, but as I snoozed I saw a woman dressed in gold and shining like the sun. I'd never experienced anything like this before. Remember, I was living as a boy then, or pretending to. In my mind I called myself Catherine but I'd not told a soul this. It was my secret.

She addressed me and I realised I was experiencing something other-worldly, and I adopted a subordinate position. She smiled and said, "Good girl, Catherine, which I know is how you think of yourself. You will be yourself one day and you will become quite an important woman with lots of children, and be a very good mother."

Although it was a dream, I knew that I would be unlikely to have children with what I planned to do with my body. "Madame, I think that is most unlikely, my body isn't designed for bearing babies, but I thank you for visiting me, you must be very busy."

"Catherine, there is more than one way to be a mother, and yes I am busy, I am the Shekinah, the feminine principle. Be it known, that you have been blessed as one of my agents, and that I am only visible to females, and my spirit is strong in you. You shall lead by example and also you will have something special to do for me. Sleep now my child, and wake refreshed remembering my visit at the back of your mind, for you to recall when appropriate in the future. Only special women receive my blessing, sleep now and await my call."

I woke with a start, I hadn't thought of that visit for years. I was fifteen and although arguably, a youth, my body hadn't been visited by the testosterone demon, and I looked rather girlish with my long hair, high voice, and undeveloped body. I couldn't believe I had shown those photos of the stones, to dozens of people over the years and had never thought of that dream. I had interacted with the goddess several times, usually asking for her help, and it had never come to my mind. Did this mean that she was about to call me to service? I shivered. Surely, she wouldn't be involved in what I saw as a political thing, would she?

The only reason I could think of for that was that she was protecting her agents, of which I and several of my daughters were pledged to serve her. It worried me a little, it was nice to have her on our side, but wouldn't she be acting against some bio-women? That didn't make sense, unless it was just to protect us against any danger. It left me contemplating rather than sleeping. In the end I knelt on my bed and tried to meditate upon her. I think I must have fallen asleep because I woke early, feeling as if I'd had a good night's sleep. I felt full of energy and I felt her around me. I thanked her for her blessings and felt something leave me. I knew that whatever happened now I should be protected as would the rest of my girls. I knew not to take it for granted as she would see that as arrogance. I'd be careful, but I just knew that we were going to be alright; something would come to us, to help us deal with this danger. All we had to do now was to avoid becoming complacent and to do what milady wanted us to do - whatever that was.

I had admitted to myself, that although I struggled with much of what was usually described as the supernatural, something was happening beyond my control and I didn't think it was just in my mind, there was something out there that we didn't understand. I didn't believe in god, that was a step too far, but I suspected that men had been in control of women for too long, the latter had suffered awfully from abuse, violence, rape and murder and the Shekinah could be the universe's response to restore the balance. No sex or gender was superior, we were just human beings who deserved to function at our optimum, there were leaders and followers but none achieved their role by being male or female.

All mankind should be equal, with the same chance to celebrate our existence, living in peace and harmony. Alas, some people thought differently and felt it was their right to exploit others to do their bidding. That wasn't natural justice and we all had to work to change that, especially for women and the vulnerable. Why women should be vulnerable annoyed me. If men gave everyone a chance to be themselves, life would be better. Would it matter who was in control if things were better? It seemed to some that it did. I was tired of old white men controlling things, everyone should be allowed to aspire to steer the ship. It was likely to involve much effort one way or another and most wouldn't bother, finding it too much like hard work, but now and again someone had the dedication and skills to have a go, who should say thay couldn't? Alas, we are back to the patriarchy, who wilfully try to stop others succeeding, people like the Taliban in Afghanistan, who suppress the lives of women. Who gives them the right? If they say their god does, then they are lying or deluding themselves and they are missing out because they are ignoring the contribution of women to society. It's their loss but they are also badly affecting the lives of others and I despise them for the damage they do to girls and women under their awfully corrupt religion. I hope things there change and women are restored as valued members of society not just uneducated baby machines. If Shekinah's work is to restore the balance, she has a lot to do but I shall give her all the help I can.

I was early, I had a shower and dressed, using my makeup and wearing some nice clothes. I felt I had a duty to appear as a powerful but sexually attractive woman in response to those who would undermine us, not just men but also women who didn't understand the argument but offered loads of ignorant opinions as a consequence, some even write best-selling books, even if they are poor literature. It seems the majority can't tell the difference.

I got the girls up, Danni came and helped me, she was becoming a lovely elder sister and the younger ones loved her, as did I. She made them cereals and toast, whilst I made teas for those who wanted it. I had drunk it from four years old so I assumed that some of the others would follow my lead. I certainly didn't want them damaging themselves with fizzy colas and other fruit drinks which make them fat and ruin teeth.

I was going into the university; Danni agreed to take the girls to school and catch up with me later. She was becoming quite a valuable component of resistance to the TERFs and brought a younger view to the table. I hated to admit that I was getting older and perhaps didn't represent the younger way of thinking any more. I mentioned it to Diane and she told me that it was better to realise it than be told by a younger woman. I slunk off to my office and awaited a cuppa and the return of my daughter. I heard a rumpus outside and when I went to explore a tall and fat woman was hassling my secretary.

"Where's that tranny, the one who calls herself a woman?" she said loudly at me.

"Who are you talking about?" I replied as if I didn't know what she was talking about.

"You know who I mean, tranny lover."

"You are being abusive to my staff, we will not tolerate it, leave my office now or I shall call security and have you removed."

"Ha, you don't frighten me."

"I think I might, after my report you will probably be suspended if not expelled."

"So you prefer pretend women to a real one then."

"I don't like to seem prejudiced but we've never had a fishwife on one of our courses before. I'd like your name, please."

"Fuck off, I ain't tellin' you my name."

"Diane, please call security." It was at this point Danni entered the scene.

"We're gonna make this a tranny free uni," the fat girl said to Danni.

"I didn't know we had women sumo wrestlers," replied my daughter, "if we do make it tranny free, does that mean you'll have to leave?"

"Cheeky mare," said the fat girl and pushed Danni hard enough for her to lose her footing.

"That does it, leave under your own steam or go home on a stretcher."

"Ooh. I'm frightened," she replied.

"Leave it, professor, " said Danni, obviously trying to hide the family connection.

"You don't scare me," she went to push me but I saw it coming grabbed her hand and while she tried to push me off, I held on and twisted her hand against the wrist. She squealed as well she might, it isn't very pleasant and she tried to grab me with her other hand. Then she threw a punch, the impact knocked me flying and the next thing I saw was Danni jump on her and her momentum knocked the big girl down.

At this point security arrived, two burly men. "Arrest that woman she's assaulted me and one of my students."

"Better come with us, Miss," said one of the security men and she hit him and pole-axed him.

"Now you've done it," said his colleague, she swatted him away as if his fifteen stone frame was a feather. Then she returned her attention to me. I told Diane to call the police. We had evidence, the security men wear body cams. She swung at me, I stepped inside and my right uppercut dropped her like a stone.

"Where on earth did you learn to do that?" asked my daughter.

"I told you, I learned how to fight dirty when I lived in Bristol." The groans from the carpet told us she hadn't enjoyed meeting my fist, but I have witnesses it was self-defence.

The police eventually arrived and took her away, a little quieter than before. I made a statement, as did Diane and Danni and the two security guards. She was arrested for common assault on four people. She didn't give her name.

"I don't recognise her," offered my daughter.

"I think she may be an outsider, sent to upset us," I said holding a bag of ice against my knuckles.

"Instead you showed we won't be cowed by violence."

"Be extra careful from now on, if Goliath's twin sister didn't get the desired result, they may use weapons next time, and no one's head is a hard as a baseball bat."

Not the best morning I've had and wasn't my hand aching?