The Weekly Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 3451 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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The hotel restaurant was good but expensive, or it was to me getting caught for four meals, perhaps buying the help of Michelle as an entry to the Girton set. James opted for steak as did Danni, Michelle had smoked salmon and I had lemon sole. It was tasty and one of my favourite fish. My dad used to call it expensive plaice, probably to stop my mum and me from selecting it if we went out to eat, which wasn't very often. I remember that until my dad became established as a quantity surveyor, my mum had to help the budget just a little by doing some part time work in the office of a dress shop. She had discount of the stock there and bought one or two nice things my father didn't know about. To keep my silence, she actually bought me a skirt and top, which I had when I went off to uni. It was about the nicest outfit I had in those days until I had an accident with a printer cartridge. It was a very expensive accident because it cost me a dry cleaning fee for the skirt and also a new cartridge. Of course, it had to be the black one which exploded all over my bottom half, or I'd have been trying to wash it out of my top as well.

I've already said the lemon sole was nice, except for the bones, the little ones which remain even if it's been filleted, and the new potato salad we had with the fish was very attractively displayed as well as being delicious. I asked for coleslaw as well which I always enjoy, but I was surprised that they had charged me several pounds for it, amazing how expensive raw cabbage can be.

Once we'd finished eating and relaxed over coffees, Michelle told us what she knew about the Girton mob, which wasn't very much. "Girton lesbian group is rather exclusionary."

"If they're TERFs they would be by definition, that's what the 'E' stands for, which means the 'F' is wrong."

"Why, " asked Danni.

"Because it means feminist, and in my book feminists are inclusive, we want everyone to be equal. You can't be exclusive if you believe that."

"But that means men as well, even though most of them have lots of advantages over us women already."

"I agree the paternalist system does protect the advantages of males, which doesn't make it right, but we're never going to change it unless we profess all people are equal, including men."

"Aren't you being too accommodating?" asked Michelle, "I believe all men are bastards."

"Isn't that just a generalisation?" asked James blushing as he spoke.

"Not in my experience," she retorted.

"People let's not fight among ourselves, we need a unified front to deal with this problem. I think we can agree that we have all suffered to a degree under the paternalist system. My school life was very difficult."

"Yeah, okay, mine wasn't that good either," said James and Michelle's eyes widened.

"You had problems?" she asked genuinely.

"I'm gay, alright!" he said firmly but quietly.

"I'd never have guessed," said Michelle gently.

"Look we all know that anyone who is the slightest bit different suffers because of the system, just be thankful you don't live in the States, it's even worse there." We all agreed that was the case and it led to our quest today, thanks to a very extremist view of Christianity and societal behaviour in Texas, which was one of several such establishments in America, none of which met my understanding of church or chapel, especially as applied to the mainstream. Except the Church of England was still tying itself up over trying to avoid becoming too liberal and losing those who believed in biblical interpretations of faith, behaviour and social control. It reminded me to some extent of the Taliban, who I hoped had a special place reserved in Hell, where they would be under the control of female demons, but just for eternity.

Michelle told us the Girton lesbian group was led by Estelle Carter, an American who took over about a year ago when the previous leader had graduated and left. "I've only met her once and she sort of tried to avoid me. Theoretically, they should have joined the university group, but they have avoided it so far. Because they are rather isolated here I have concentrated on the other colleges, most of whom are okay."

So what's new I thought, nothing I do is by the short route, so it's par for the course.

"How did you discover it may be Girton that's involved?" Michelle interrupted my daydream.

"She just knows things," said Danni.

"Intuition, which is why I welcomed your information, it backed me up quite well."

"Female intuition, given your origins, that's quite a step."

"I've always had it, even when I was supposedly living as a boy. It has served me well particularly so in recent years."

"No testosterone to constrain it," smirked Michelle.

Danni jumped in before I could speak, " She AIS so testosterone doesn't do anything to her."

"What's that?" asked Michelle.

"Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome, which means my body doesn't react to testosterone, so I didn't have a male puberty."

"That's why you look so naturally female, like ordinary women, like us eh Danni?"

James snorted and Danni blushed, "What's that about?" Michelle looked up suddenly with a suspicious look at James.

"Danni didn't have a male puberty courtesy of a so-called friend and his unusual scalpel skill."

"I don't understand," said Michelle.

"It's long story but briefly, Danielle and her friend Peter were sexually assaulted on a school trip when they went to a gents toilet. It was in France and Peter said something loud enough for a Frenchman to hear. He and a friend assaulted the two boys and it had a very strong reaction on Peter who subsequently castrated himself, cutting off his genitals completely. He nearly bled to death.

"I urged Danni to stay a friend because it got out at school and they were victimised. For some reason, Peter began calling himself Pia and dressing as a girl, albeit badly which is surprising because he has a sister who you would think would help him. Apparently not, and Danni who was still living as a boy, tried to help him and while at Pia's house dressed as a girl and used makeup. We have a house full of females, most younger than Danni but they helped with tips about makeup and so on.

"One Sunday Danni went over there and they dressed as girls, then Pia had acquired some chloroform and anaesthetised Danni and dissected out his genitals so that the surgeons were only able to create a vagina and labia. She was dressed as girl and they had to move quickly as she had nearly died from blood loss, none of us had a chance to say anything it all happened so quickly. When she recovered she decided to live as female and I sent her to the same school as her sisters."

"I am here," exclaimed Danni blushing furiously.

"So what happened to your friend?" Michelle asked Danni.

"She was arrested and sent to a special secure unit. It was so unusual they didn't know what to do with her. She's out now and we don't see her very often, I've forgiven her but I'm not sure I'll ever forget the experience," Danni answered the question, still blushing furiously.

"But you played for England?"

"I qualified because I didn't have male puberty, boys and girls' bodies are very similar until puberty causes the male body to differentiate, I don't regret it and it did mean I got an England cap, but because it's a political hot potato they just forgot me. I probably won't play for them again which pisses off my coach at Bournemouth who thinks they should call me up again."

"Yeah, you're one of the best players they had."

"I can't comment on that obviously, but I think I may be better than some of those they did pick, I get some satisfaction when we play agianst some of them and show them what they're missing, We beat Chelsea by five goals and they have a teamful of England players."

"How many did you score?"

"Three and made the other two," She smirked and blushed at the same time, see, since become female she can multitask.

"I've seen you play and I envy your football skills, like I said before, you are my hero and I still feel that even after what I've heard today."

"Yes, Danni is a bit different having had femaleness thrust upon her, but she has coped admirably," I patted her on the shoulder and she blushed some more.

"Please don't tell anyone, it's so difficult to explain," Danni asked Michelle realising that her transition could arise again and embarrass her.

"Oh, don't worry, now I've met you and talked about things, you're just a normal girl to me, one who is probably the most gifted woman footballer I've ever seen. So I won't tell a soul."

"Thank you, Michelle, well now that's out of the way let's see if we can recover my other daughter from Girton." After a quick trip to the ladies to powder noses etc., we departed in two cars, Jim's Porsche and my Jag. Danni went with Jim and they roared off and then had to wait for us at the main campus for Girton College.

Michelle and I walked on into the building and I followed her lead. She showed her student ID and I flashed my Portsmouth one, "This lady's doing some research and want's to talk with the lesbian group, are they in the usual place?"

The receptionist nodded and again I followed Michelle. I noticed that James and Danni were quite a way behind us and they were deliberately so in case any of them tried to leave early.

Michelle knocked on a door as she entered, I followed readying myself for action and that's when it kicked off.

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