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(aka Bike) Part 903 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad
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“D’you think I made my dad fall down the stairs?”
Julie and I were talking in the kitchen before she had her drinking chocolate and went up to bed. I had impressed on her that I needed to sleep alone in my own bed tonight–so I wanted no more of the Goldilocks syndrome from her.
“Why, did you push him?”
“No, but I wished it on him.”
“If that was the case, most of us would be dead or injured before we left our prams.”
“But I did.”
“My mum used to say, ‘If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.’ I’m inclined to agree with her. Wishing something doesn’t make it happen, and whilst you despised your dad, I don’t think you ever stopped loving him, did you?”
She looked at the floor, “He’s my dad.” She began to cry and I had to hug her to stop. “You said I was as bad as him if I wanted him to be hurt. I’m obviously as bad as him, and I deserve to be hurt as well.”
“Bend over,” I commanded releasing her from my hug.
“What?” she gasped.
“Bend over.” She did more out of surprise than anything, and I slapped her quite hard on the bottom.
“Ouch,” she yelled stepping forward and banging her head on the table.
“Oops, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” I said blushing and kissed her on the head where she’d bumped it.
“What was that for?”
“I was kissing it better.”
“No–the smack on my bottom?”
“You said you deserved to be hurt, I was simply obliging you. Now you’re quits with your dad.”
She rubbed her head, “That hurt more than your smack,” she grumbled and sniggered, “I’m a bit old to get my bum smacked.”
“Not in this house, Gramps has threatened to smack mine more than once.”
“But you’re a grown woman?”
“So, he sees me as his daughter–like a little girl.”
“He didn’t know you as a little girl, did he?”
“No, but he knew his own daughter and projects that onto me.”
“When did she transition–was she young?”
“As a teenager, I think.”
“What about you, Mummy, when did you?”
“I was twenty or twenty one–I think. I’d not long graduated from Sussex and had managed to talk my way into a research position here with Gramps.”
“I’d like to go to university–I’d be the first in my old family to do so.”
“It’s not all it’s cracked out to be, but if you want to go and you get accepted, we’ll help you all we can.”
“Thank you, Mummy,” she hugged me again, “I love you, Mummy.”
“I don’t think you know me well enough to say that, but I’ll accept it as a compliment all the same.”
“I do, Mummy–you’re the kindest, nicest...”
“Richest?” I offered.
“No–yes–oh, Mummy, you’ve spoilt it now, you horrible, Mummy.” She playfully slapped my arm. “How can I tell you how much I love you if you laugh at me? S’not fair.”
“Oh, Julie, what am I going to do with you?”
“Hug me please.”
I opened my arms and she hugged me so tight it felt like I would be flat chested if she continued. I managed to ease her off a little, and hugged her again–gently.
“I’m proud of the way you stood your ground with your parents today.” I rubbed her back as I spoke.
“Thank you, Mummy,” she hugged me boob squashingly tight again–“I could only do it because I knew you were supporting me, and so was Auntie Stella, ‘n’ everyone here.” She began to cry again, and I cooed to her and continued rubbing her back. “I’ve never been so frightened in my life.”
“What of Stella?” I joked, “She can be a bit fearsome.”
“Silly, Mummy–no, of my old parents–I mean, they’d been so cross with me before an’ what if ’e’d had another ’eart attack? That woulda been my fault.”
“I think it’s more likely to be due to his clogged up arteries.”
“They said his arteries weren’t furred up.”
“Ah–I might have had something to do with that,” I blushed. I’m going to have to have a serious talk with this energy stuff–it makes people healthier than before their crisis event.
“He’s gonna be on a different ward tomorrow.”
“I see.”
“Did you fix his arteries?”
“Not directly–but yes, I guess I did.”
“Mum was all of a twitter, she couldn’t understand why the ’eart bloke...”
“The cardiologist,” I suggested.
“Yeah, him as well, they couldn’t find anything wrong with his heart and his tests were all different to last night.”
“Okay, so I do a good job.”
“Good job–you’re, like, absolutely brill, Mummy. Instead of going to a funeral, I like got to see my dad while he was still alive.”
“I wish, I could have done that with my mother.”
“Oh–did she die?”
“I’d just transitioned a matter of weeks, and she died. I got to see her before she died as I am now, and she didn’t really recognise me or Stella. She died while I was with her–called me an angel–she was delirious.”
“No–she was right–you are an angel, you’re far too nice to be an ordinary person.”
“Julie, if ever I find those rose tinted specs of yours, I’m going to confiscate them until you see me as I really am–just an ordinary woman.”
“You’ll always be special to me an’ all the other kids you look after.”
“C’mon, make your chocolate and up to bed. I’m not looking forward to seeing your parents again.”
“But you will come–won’t you?”
“I said I would–I try to keep my word.”
“Thanks, Mummy.”
She had her drink and went off to bed, I made some cocoa for Tom, and tea for Stella and I. We chatted about Stella’s perceptions of the hospital visit.
“So they don’t think anything metaphysical happened?” I asked.
“Nah, I baffled ‘em with pseudoscience, and Julie was nodding at everything I said.”
“I’m just worried that if they knew I was the demon healer, they could make life awkward for all of us.”
“They were more focused on their daughter,” Stella made those irritating inverted comma signs with her fingers.
“An’ hoo did that go?” asked Tom.
“Yeah, as well as could be expected–her mother kept staring at her, trying to spot faults, but apart from saying, that, ‘She wouldn’t have let her dress like that,’ it went okay. Her dad said very little, mind you he looked washed out.
“Let’s face it, he was practically dead when I saw him.” I sipped my tea–I wondered if he’d had a change of heart, from my ministrations and his near death experience. I knew if he changed his attitude, so would mother. It was still a long shot.
“Well, I dinna ken aboot ye twa, but I’m awa’ tae ma pit.” Tom excused himself and kissed both of us on the cheek before he left.
“D’you think Julie will ever get back with her parents?” asked Stella.
“I don’t know–if she does, she may have to ultimately give up her desire to be female.”
“What even if they accept her?”
“I don’t think they ever really will–they’ll just tolerate her.”
“Isn’t that more or less the same?”
“No, it means that she would feel unwelcome in her new gender and would be under unconscious pressure to change back.”
“What after all she’s gone through with them?”
“Essentially yes–I don’t mean it unkindly, but I don’t think they have the capacity to make such a sea-change. They’re rooted by their ignorance.”
“What even after your blue light special?”
“Even then–I don’t have the capacity to change people or how they feel about things–and besides, what I do isn’t what Julie is. They don’t know me, other than the person who took their child and changed him against their will, and apparently as some nutty scientist who may or may not have saved his life.”
“Oh, I see what you mean. I had hoped she could make her peace with them.”
“I think she can do that, but they’re a long way from acceptance.”
“But your dad eventually came round, didn’t he?”
“I don’t know, he made out he did and he certainly acted it quite well–but in his heart of hearts–I don’t honestly know.”
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There are those...
...that believe we're all angels, or might be.
Lay her i' the earth:
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest,
A ministering angel shall my sister be,
When thou liest howling.
--- Laertes, Hamlet, Act 5, scene 1
Cheers,
Puddin'
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Cheers,
Puddin'
A tender heart is an asset to an editor: it helps us be ruthless in a tactful way.
--- The Chicago Manual of Style
Tender conversation with
Julie. And she has typical teenage enthusiasm and exageration. But she does seem to appreciate and, dare i say it, "love" Cathy. (until next time she disagrees with one of Cathy's directives to her at least)
I guess peace with her "old" parents is enough for now. Acceptance may come later or not at all but peace is a very good thing.
Bike pt 903.
THAT is something that Cathy wil NEVER know, for sure. What if she could have blue lighted her dad? THEN she'd know for sure.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
That's something many of us
That's something many of us probably wonder. After all, how can you ever know if someone really accepts you for who you are, or just puts up with you?
Saless
"But it is also tradition that times *must* and always do change, my friend." - Eddie Murphy, Coming To America
Did You Notice?
Did you notice that Cathy referred to herself as a normal woman when she was playing down Julie's grand opinion of her? I hope it finally means that she is finally accepting herself as a woman just like most everyone else does. I love the moments between her and Julie. Cathy is being thew mother that Julie has needed for so long.
Cathy
I'm afraid you've not been paying attn to Cathy much thru-out. all she's ever wanted to be was a normal woman, the fact is - she isnt and will never be in her mnd. in storyline reality, that's quite likely true, just not for the reasons she's lamenting. She's Lady Catherine, Simon Cameron's wife, a teacher, a highly trained professional whose expertise is UNbested by anyone (dormice) and a mother of 6 children.
SO NO she's never gonna be normal by any standard
Julie might have a pair of
rose tinted specs, But after her life with her parents so far, Can you blame her? It's lovely to see how after only a few weeks with Cathy just how far Julie has progressed, Living in a beautiful house, Surrounded by brothers and sisters and with foster parents who really care, Is it any wonder Julie's true nature is showing through....You just hope nothing spoils it!
Kirri
And Julie who's aspirations had been to be a
hair dresser is now talking about University. Seem like living in a supportive environment is making a difference.
haidresser
Remember Stella started as hair dresser B4 going into Nursing. Hair dressing can be very hi paying if you're good @ it. And it seems to pay well even if you're doing the the lower classes too. mine drives a Lexus she paid for not her hubby. I know my pocketbook feels lighter each time I see her (smiles)
Knowing.
Yep!
That's the bottom line isn't it. We never really know what other people think of us and our transgerism, do we.
Isn't that why we congregate together in clubs?
Thanks for another thoughtfull chapter Bonzi.
Beverly.
Beverly Taff.
This is wierd. I haven't changed my password but the site wont dispayl all my thingies at the side like 'Submit Story'!
I hope that eventually
I hope that eventually Julie's parents accept her as she is, but I seriously doubt it. I just saw a most interesting "CSI" program today that dealt with TS/TG persons. Grissom at the end of the show had a question posed to him by one of the T-Girls as to how she should come out to her parents and the parents of a friend of hers that had been killed. His reply to her was " take two male oysters to them, Oysters have the capability of changing gender as needed, as do certain other species". "Perhaps even humans as they "crawled out of the mud" had the same capability, but somehow we lost it along the way for an unknown reason." "Who really knows which gender is the right one for any of us?" I thought his comments (I know written by a screen writer) were rather interesting. The entire program was also interesting, as it did not belittle the T-Girls or demean them in any manner, it was a straight up homicide investigation (actually two that were intertwined). Jan
That's why there will be support groups
for the likes of us for a long time to come. There will always be an unexpected issue popping up. Sad to say only peers will ever truly understand what it is to be trans.
Kim
Support groups
I wonder if you have to be in transition to be in a group like that. Or cross dress.
Or, maybe, they can accept you as someone who needs help.
Interesting posting. it seems
Interesting posting. it seems Cathy gets more powerful all the time
Her mother is still a (dirty name) :-)
Cefin