Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 869.

Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 869
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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Julie looked at me thoughtfully and then said, “If we can have two grandmothers, why can’t we have two mothers?”

Logically, apart from the title given to the woman who bore us and there can only be one of those, however, surrogacy and adoption and all sorts of other complications can arise, so even that isn’t clear cut. I had no answer to this except to say, “I don’t know.”

“Good, I’ve just adopted you as my second mother, Mummy.” She linked her arm in mine and held on tight.

“I hope you’re not just saying this because I’m the first adult who’s actually let you have your own way, are you?”

“No–I think you’re the nicest lady I’ve ever met, and far less scary than your sister.”

“You haven’t seen me angry yet.”

“You won’t be cross with me for wanting to be your daughter, will you?”

“I don’t know, that depends upon how much you’re trying to be genuine or manipulate me.”

“You’re far too clever to be manipulated by little ol’ me?”

“I’ve been around too long to be flattered into doing what others want.”

“Is that what you think I’m, like doing?”

“Is it what you’re like, doing?”

“No, course not. I feel better since I’ve been with you, than I have for years.”

“That’s a suspicious statement, Julie, you haven’t been here that long, and you’ve only known me since breakfast. How do you know I’m not a nasty piece of work who has tantrums and beats people?”

“Trish woulda told me.”

“Would she? Perhaps she wants someone to protect her from my anger?”

“She has Simon–do you think he’ll mind me calling him daddy?”

“You’ll have to ask him, won’t you? Something you’re going to have to stop doing is flirting with everything you see in trousers. Those boys are going to be very upset if they find out the subject of their wet dreams has the same in her knickers as they do.”

“Aww, it’s just a bit of fun.”

“Both of them have problems. At the moment they’ve stabilised. I don’t want you destabilising them. Nor do I want you queering Trish’s pitch with them later on. Don’t you see how she copies you? Now you’ve got the big sister role, you’re going to have to be very careful how you behave when she’s around.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Everything has consequences, including letting you call me mother or mummy or whatever.”

“I don’t like whatever–I much prefer, Mummy. It feels nice and girly.”

“What did you call your real mother?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“To her face, and I do want to know.”

“Mum. So if I call you, Mummy, it’s different.”

“Did Trish tell you what to say?”

“A five year old–tell me what to do? Huh.” She blushed then said, “How did you know?”

“I know Trish,” I answered and smirked. It will do Julie good to realise that although she’s bigger than Trish, Trish is very smart for her age.

“Dr Stephanie gave me some pills.”

“Oh, what are those?”

“Hormones, I think–I hope.”

“That’s very unusual–don’t tell Trish.”

“Of course not–Mummy,” now it was her turn to smirk. I was a bit concerned by this. I decided I would query this with Stephanie afterwards. We chatted about this and that, including getting her clothes back from her friend’s house. Although she had more than she started with, she didn’t have much and I didn’t want to spend more than I had to for the moment.

Julie promised she would call her friends–she asked if she could invite them round, and I had no objection, providing she didn’t say anything about Trish or the other children, and they all behaved themselves. She promised they would. I told her I knew that, because I’d chuck them all out if they didn’t.

Trish eventually came out with Stephanie, I asked Julie to watch her while I spoke with the good doctor. “You looked exercised about something, Cathy?”

“I am. You’ve given Julie hormones.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s my recommended treatment for the moment.”

“Is it wise–I mean, she’s only been wearing skirts for a few hours?”

“Sit down, Cathy. Look–they are very low dosage, so all they’re going to do is calm her down and cut her libido.”

“Cut her libido?”

“Yes, I’m not sure of her sexuality at the moment.”

“Does that matter–I mean, hasn’t she got time to develop that. I didn’t know which way I swung until I was past twenty–until then, I didn’t actually swing at all.”

“No she has plenty of time, but I’m concerned that she seems to want to attract the wrong sort of partner. Also sometimes, when the libido reduces, so does the desire to dress up.”

“I hate to say it, she only has girl’s stuff to wear–she didn’t bring any boy’s kit with her–and all I’ve bought her is girl stuff.”

“Yes, I recognise your hand in choice of clothing, Cathy, which is impeccable as ever. Maybe you should give dormice a rest and go into style creation.”

“No thanks, I have enough problems looking after three girls and two boys.”

“I think that’s four girls now, isn’t it?”

“She insists on calling me Mummy.”

“You must be giving her something she needs for that sort of bond to develop so quickly.”

“I’m a little suspicious. It seems to be growing a bit too fast for my comfort.”

“You think she’s doing a number on you?”

“In a word, yes. Oh, I don’t know.”

“Oh well, Mummy Cathy, is that all?”

“So how long will you try these pills?”

“A few months if she lasts the course.”

“You have doubts?” Maybe I wasn’t alone in my suspicions.

“Not sure–classic transgender–transsexual presentation, but that can be got from books or the internet. It will be interesting to see what the pills do. They’ll also stop any further masculinisation while she’s taking them.”

“And feminisation?”

“A tiny bit, enough for her, if she’s genuine to feel happy that something’s happening, but not enough to make a lot of difference if she reverts back–they do you know.”

“What revert?”

“Yes–some discover it wasn’t quite what they thought it would be, or they decide they’re going to be camp boys instead.”

“I don’t have a problem with any of that as long as she tells me what she really wants when she realises it. I’ll support her as best I can.”

“I know, Cathy. Why do you think she wants to call you, Mummy?”

“Oh shut up,” I sighed and she chuckled. “Why is it always me?”

“Because you care. If you hadn’t found her, just think what would have happened? Hypothermia? Serious sexual assault or even murder?”

“If only I’d remembered my mobile, I’d have called the paramedics and let them deal with it.”

“And what would have happened next?”

“How do I know?”

“They’d have sent for her parents and she’d have got herself another beating–that would have done a lot of good wouldn’t it?”

“Are you trying to tell me that the universe or whatever, organised all this so I’d find her first?”

“Who knows?”

“Stephanie, that is sentimental hogwash and you know it.”

“Is it? Think about things for a moment–you’d taken an early start to see the dormice; you forgot your phone; you absent-mindedly took a detour and ended up in a part of town you don’t normally visit; you spotted the bundle of rags; you stopped to look again.”

“Coincidence, coincidence, coincidence–that’s all it was, pure bloody coincidence.”

“Not according to Jung.”

“That’s all bollocks, Steph and you know it. They use poor old Jung to justify a belief in astrology or UFOs.”

“What if she was calling you?”

“She could barely speak when I found her.”

“No–what if you and she are on a similar wavelength–let’s call it a transgender one, and her distress, somehow acted like a homing beacon for you–and so you couldn’t avoid finding her.”

“Are you trying to tell me that’s what got me up early and off my normal routes?”

“Yeah.”

“Bollocks.”

“Why? It could have happened that way.”

“Total codswallop. If that was the case, how come I haven’t been directed to find all the suicidal trannies or assaulted ones that must have passed through Portsmouth in the last couple of years? Why should it start now?”

“Maybe the time wasn’t right before, or you weren’t?”

“Me? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing, but you weren’t perhaps as secure as you are now? You’re married to a wealthy man, and live in a big house.”

“So I can fill it full of transgendered children? Pull the other one. Steph–look, there is no God, except in wishful-thinker’s thoughts and the universe is a dangerous place for ordinary people, so I can’t believe it would be interested in a tiny minority who can’t even biologically reproduce, so are a real evolutionary blind alley.”

“You sound like Professor Dawkins.”

“Hey, thanks, Steph, that’s made my day.”

“It was meant to be an insult–Mummy Cathy!”

“Now that is–round two next week?”

“Yes, see Zilla.”

“What about Trish?”

“She’s doing fine, but then I knew she would under your care. You’re a natural mother, Cathy.”

“There’s an irony there, somewhere?”

“Perhaps–or does the universe know what it’s doing after all?”

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