Lee and Leanne were twins, but as a young baby, Leanne dies, leaving her twin with the firm belief that part of her remained with him for always.

As Lee grew in an unhappy home, struggling with a gender identity problem, events occurred that enabled Leanne to come alive again, in more ways than one.

Leanne got a job in a classy cocktail bar, called Badger's, that turned away hundreds for every one that was accepted.

She was a unique girl...

in more ways than one!

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The Legal Stuff: Badger's Set  © 2009,2010 Tanya Allan
 
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This work is fictitious, and any similarities to any persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. Mention is made of persons in public life only for the purposes of realism, and for that reason alone. Certain licence is taken in respect of medical procedures, terms and conditions, and the author does not claim to be the fount of all knowledge.
 
The author accepts the right of the individual to hold his/her (or whatever) own political, religious and social views, and there is no intention to deliberately offend anyone. If you wish to take offence, that is your problem.
 
This is only a story, and it contains adult material, which includes sex and intimate descriptive details pertaining to genitalia. If this is likely to offend, then don’t read it.
 
Please enjoy.
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Chapter 7
 
 
“Please, Leanne, I love you and want us to cement our deepening relationship!”

“Adam. I’m not ready to go to bed with you yet. I like you a lot, maybe even love you, but I am not going to leap into bed with you just because you are feeling randy!”

I was waiting for this, so I wasn’t surprised that he was now pushing me to become more physical. We had been ‘going out’ since September, and now Christmas was around the corner, he was steadily becoming more physical and heavy handed. Our petting sessions tended to end with me having to walk off, in order to prevent him discovering my secret.

My breasts were now a healthy B cup, and I was no longer wearing my enhancers. This was simply wonderful, as the enhancers were B cups, so there was little visual difference, except my nipples were slightly more prominent when it was cold.
 
 
It was Sunday evening, a week before Christmas, and we had the house to ourselves. It was the only day off we had together, as he worked on Mondays, and I went to work on Saturday evenings.

“Girls don’t have to wait to get married, any more. It’s okay to have sex, I promise that I'll take precautions, if you aren’t on the pill!” he said, his voice had that plaintive and pleading note to it.

I had to tell him something, otherwise he would go elsewhere, and I was quite sure I didn’t want him to do that.

I sat down on the sofa with him and took his hand.

“Adam, look, it isn’t you, or sex or even getting pregnant that is stopping me. Okay, I’d like to wait until I am certain about things, but there is something you ought to know.”

Oh shit! How much should I tell him?

“I went to the doctor the other day, and I’ve been sent to a specialist. It’s complicated, but I have an obstruction down there.”

No lie, I had a dick instead of a vagina!

“I'm not exactly sure what's wrong with me, but I can’t have sex.”

Still no lie!

Adam was frowning.

“Is it, you know, serious?”

You mean like cancer?”

He nodded.

“No, at least I don’t think so. The specialist didn’t think so either.”

“So what is it?”

“He thinks it's tissue that should have cleared away when I was in my mother’s womb. I had an MRI scan last week, and X-rays, blood tests and the works. I'm booked in to have it removed at the end of January.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Worry? Shit, what the hell have you been going through all alone? Bloody hell, Leanne, I thought I was important to you, couldn’t you have trusted me?” he was almost shouting.

I started to cry, and he immediately put his arm around me.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, love, it’s just that you mean so much to me, and the thought of losing you fucks with my head!” he said, kissing my temple.

“So, what do you know?” he asked, his voice quiet and sounding concerned.

What did I tell him?

“My chromosomes are normal XX female. My development down there is immature, and the obstruction non-malignant. They're not sure if I can ever have babies, but I'll have to wait for tests to confirm that.”

I looked at him. I still hadn’t lied. Okay, I hadn’t been completely honest, but that was my right.

His expression was so compassionate, that I felt the tears coming again. The problem with bloody hormones was that I cried at the drop of a hat these days.

“I’m sorry, sweetie, I had no idea,” he said.

“I know. Maybe I should have told you, but I really didn’t want to worry you, not until I knew exactly what was wrong.”

“I’m glad you did now. At least I understand you better, and will be here for you properly.”

I snuggled in close to him.
 
 
I felt guilty that I wasn’t being completely honest, and also that Kathy and I had sexual frolics on a few occasions since that first time. For me it was necessary physical contact, and for her time to fantasise and enjoy herself.

As a bisexual girl, she found me a delightful challenge.

I was a bit of both, and yet not really either.

For me, I enjoyed pleasing her and, in return, I actually did get a lot of pleasure. I was uncertain what I should feel, as a boy or a girl. I felt almost satisfied, but most importantly I felt accepted.

I hoped that it wouldn’t get all messy further down the line.

“How long have you known?” he asked, breaking me from my guilty thoughts.

“Years. I haven’t had proper periods, and so things have been a bit awkward.”

No lie!

“I can imagine.”

I looked up at him, and he was looking at me with such a soppy expression on his face, that I felt so awful deceiving him.

“Oh, Adam. I’m so sorry for deceiving you!” I heard myself say.

“Shh, you haven’t! I fell for a really attractive girl, and she’s still here. I can’t say that it was the sex, so there’s no deception!”

Oh yes there is!

“I should have been honest form the start, and then you’d have been able to find a proper girlfriend.”

“Leanne, shut the fuck up! I have a proper girlfriend, and if you say that ever again, I will get really pissed off, okay?”

“Okay.”
 
 
We sat in silence, watching Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman on the TV. We were snuggled together, and he was stroking one of my breasts in a vague sort of way.

My nipple came erect, and he rolled it between his finger and thumb through the tee shirt and bra.

I started to squirm, as it was rather nice.

I stroked the outside of his fly, and felt his erection.

I made a decision, and unzipped him.

It was about the same size as Kathy’s dildo, but it was hot and throbbing. He was circumcised, and the large helmet was so smooth and silky to my touch.

I placed my head in his lap, taking him in my mouth. He gasped with pleasure and surprise, thrusting himself gently down my throat. I held the shaft, as I was unwilling to take him all the way in. I rolled my tongue around the helmet while grasping the shaft and slowly rubbing him up and down.

He thrust faster and deeper, and then said, “Shit! I’m coming!”

He jerked and I felt a hot spurt of his semen in my mouth. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t as bad I had thought. It wasn’t delicious, but it was hot, slightly salty, and with a tingle that is hard to describe.

There was quite a lot of it!

I swallowed and licked him clean.

“Shit, Leanne, you didn’t have to do that!”

“Yes, I did, otherwise you’d have had to go elsewhere,” I teased.

“Never. I’d wait forever for you!”

“Aw, you big softy.”
 
 
He was much more considerate and gentle with me from then on, so I was able to relax a little. I still wouldn’t sleep with him. I was terrified of him discovering the truth. I told Kathy what I’d said, and she approved.

“Perfect, you didn’t lie, and so you can always tell him more when you are a normal girl.”

“I feel awful, though.”

“Don’t. Look, Leanne, you have one crack at life, and sometime you have to bend things in your favour, okay?”

I nodded, and got on with my life.

Work was hectic as office Christmas Parties meant we were packed to capacity every night.
 
 
On Christmas Eve, Kathy and I were in the Upper Bar, and we took record tips. I tumbled into bed at five a.m. and was asleep in no time.

Adam woke me up at lunchtime.

His Aunt had made a traditional Christmas Lunch, to which I was invited. Expecting just us, I dressed in a skirt and woolly pullover, and found nearly a dozen people in the dining room, just sitting down at the table.

“Ah, Leanne, you’re here at last,” said his aunt Mary.

“Leanne’s Adam’s girlfriend and the poor girl worked until five o’clock this morning.”
I didn’t know any of the others, and found myself between Adam and a cousin called Gordon, who was a little older than Adam.

“So where’s your family?” Gordon asked, between mouthfuls of turkey.

“My Dad died when I was very young. He was murdered in Columbia by guerrillas. My mum and her new husband live in New Zealand somewhere with their kids.”

He frowned.

“So you’ve no one over here?”

“No, just Adam and my job. I start teacher training college next year, so I can make a start in the world.”

The conversation rolled on, and I was able to answer everything and managed to transfer attention to him. Gordon liked talking about himself. He was a commodity broker in the city, and planned on being a millionaire by the time he was thirty-five.
I thought he was a bit of a tosser, but decided not to share this insight with anyone else.
 
 
After lunch the relatives scattered to the four winds, while Adam, Mary and I collapsed in front of the TV.

I felt uncomfortably full, and eased my skirt loose to ease the pain. The pain got worse, and I went to the loo. To my horror, not only did I have the screaming shits, but there was blood in there as well.

I was very afraid, as the pain was even worse and I didn’t know what to do.

I rang Dr Michael’s emergency number. As fortune had it, he was the doctor on call, and he asked me to meet him at the surgery. Adam gave me a lift, poor dear, he looked more worried than I had ever seen him.

He examined me, and shook his head gravely.

“I’m not sure, was the blood bright or dark?”

“Dark, but with everything else, I can’t be certain.”

“Where is the pain?”

I showed him.

He picked up his small phone book, and leafed through it. He then punched a number, and picked up the receiver when it was answered. He spoke for a moment, while I rushed to the loo again.When I returned, he put the phone down.

“That was Roger Carpenter. He wants you to go to the Orchard clinic at Elstree, immediately. Can you do that?”

“Yes, oh shit, is it serious?”

“He doesn’t know. But if you are bleeding rectally, then it is only a limited number of things. Historically, if it was something like cancer, we’d have more symptoms. It isn’t haemorrhoids, and neither does it seem related to the digestive system. So that leaves something in his line of expertise.”
 
 
Adam drove me in his aunt’s Peugeot, and so fast, I had to tell him to slow down twice.

I arrived at the small private clinic, and found it very quiet due to it being Christmas day.

I approached the plush reception desk, and the woman there glanced up from her book.

“Leanne Roberts?”

“Yes,” I said.

She smiled.

“Mr Carpenter called and you are expected. If you go up to the first floor, you're in room five.”

I had no night clothes or anything, so Adam came up with me.

We found the room and, as we opened the door, a nurse appeared.

“Hi, Leanne?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, sweetie, there’s a smock on the bed. Mr

Carpenter is on his way. Just slip the smock on, I have to take some blood. When did you last eat?”

“Um, three or four hours ago.”

“Okay, I understand you’ve passed a lot from the rear?”

“Just a bit!” I said, sarcastically.

She laughed.

“Fine. I’m Jenny, don’t worry, Mr Carpenter is brilliant, you’ll be fine.”

She turned to Adam and told him to go and pack a case for me with night clothes, makeup, wash things and some underwear.

“Just get Mary to do it,” I said, and he kissed me on the cheek.

“I’ll be back!” he said, in his best Arnie voice.

Once he had gone, I changed, as Jenny started sticking needles into me.

I had to go to the loo twice more, still passing a mixture of blood and what was left over from my Christmas dinner, so she collected a sample of the result.

I’d never be a nurse!
 
 
By the time Mr Carpenter arrived, I was in awful pain, bt I'd been to the loo again, but was passing only blood.

He took one look at me and smiled grimly.

“You don’t look too good!”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I said through clenched teeth as another wave of pain hit me. I felt very frightened.

Jenny came in and said something to him.

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

“That’s what Simon said.”

He turned to me.

“Simon is my resident boffin. He has kindly come in on Christmas day to run some tests for me. It seems the blood you are excreting is not what I expected at all. I think, young lady, you are more complex that I ever thought!”

“What does that mean?”

“I won’t know for sure until I go in and take a wee peek. The last time you went to the loo, was it only blood?”

I nodded.

“Okay. Leanne, I don’t really know what’s wrong, but I am going to have to operate tonight. Right now, I'm just waiting for an anaesthetist and some theatre staff, so once they arrive, I'll just crack on. You did the right thing, an A & E would have been wholly unsuitable and ill prepared to deal with you.”

“You mean tonight?”

“Yes, tonight. Now, Jenny tells me that a young man brought you in, is he your boyfriend?”

I nodded.

“How much does he know?”

“I said I had an obstruction, nothing else.”

He smiled.

“Well, I suppose that is true, to a point. All right, then we’ll stick with that. Is there anyone who does know the truth whom we can contact? You may be needing them.”

“Kathy from work,” I said, and grabbed my bag. I gave him her number.

I was in too much pain to take much notice after that. I vaguely remember a consent form being placed in front of me, which I signed. I think.

Adam came back with Mary, and they popped in for a few moments. I was very ill, so don’t honestly remember very much. I was put on a trolley and watched ceiling lights flit past, and then recall masked faces looking down at me.

Everything went blissfully black, and the pain went away.
 
 
Chapter 8
 
 
The pain was back!

I screamed, so someone turned the pain off again.

There were funny smells and my brain felt fuzzy. I went to sleep.

I opened an eye and saw an upside down face floating above my head.

“Leanne, can you hear me?”

“G’way, let me sleep!”

“Leanne, you can sleep in a moment. Do you remember where you are?”

I had closed my eyes. I didn’t want to wake up.

“LEANNE!”

I opened my eyes again.

“What?” I asked, cross now.

The face smiled.

“Good girl! Now, where are you?”

I frowned, and tried to de-fuzz my mind. I looked around, and saw stuff that belonged in hospital.

“Hospital?” I guessed.

“Which one?”

That was a tricky one. I shook my head, and it made me feel sick.

Bits of memory filtered through. I remembered seeing Dr Michaels, and then being driven to Elstree.

“Elstree?” I said. I found I couldn’t remember the name of the clinic.

“Fine, and who am I?”

The face was still upside down, and I moved my head as I tried to focus.

I knew him.

“Mr Carpenter?”

The pain was seeping back. I moaned and tried to move. It didn’t help.

“Well done. You are going back to your room now, and then you can sleep. We’ll give you something for the pain, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

I watched the lights again, and then everything went away, again.
 
 
“Leanne, wake up honey,” a female voice was intruding.

With wakefulness came pain. I wanted to sleep.

“Leanne, come on, you need to wake up.”

I opened an eye. I was on my back, with four pillows behind me.

Jenny was opening the curtains. Winter sun streamed into the room. There was a huge bunch of flowers on the chest by the wall.

I stared at the flowers.

“They’re from your young man, Adam, is it?”

I nodded.

The simple action made me feel sick. I started retching, so Jenny slipped a small disposable kidney bowl under my chin. Some vile tasting yellow bile slithered into the dish.

“That’s the anaesthetic, it'll wear off as the day goes on.”

She took the dish and disposed of it, returning with another which she left on the table. She took my temperature and blood pressure.

“How’s the pain this morning?”

This morning? It dawned on me that the last memory I had, it was five o’clock on Christmas day.

“Um, dull ache, and I feel fuzzy.”

She smiled, and wrote on my chart.

“Well, Mr Carpenter will be in at noon. So I want you to try to de-fuzz yourself, as that’s only twenty minutes away now. Adam and his mother have called, as has a girl called Kathy. We’ve asked them to call back after the surgeon has been to see you.”

My head slowly cleared, but every move made me feel nauseous.

“What did he find?” I asked.

She smiled.

“Who knows? I’m sure he’ll tell you when he comes in. You gave him quite a scare though. It was quite exciting; it was like being back in casualty again.”

I closed my eyes as a wave of nausea hit me again.

“Leanne, stay awake, sweetie, you'll clear your head better that way.”

The dull ache from my lower abdomen was permanent, and no matter where I moved, it stayed constant. I felt underneath the sheet, and found tight bandaging with tubes coming out from the area.

“That’s a urinary catheter. The drips in your arm are fluid to prevent dehydration, and provide some pain relief.”

I became more aware of my surroundings.

“I’m thirsty.”

She gave me a small container with a straw.

“Just a small sip at a time, okay?”

I nodded.

The water wasn’t that cold, but nice all the same.

Jenny passed me my hairbrush.

“Do you want to do it, or shall I?”

I just looked at her.

She smiled, so I leaned forward a little so she could brush my hair.

“You have lovely hair. The colours vary from red to golden.”

“Thanks.”

“How’s the pain?”

“There,” I said, feeling unhelpful.

“Is it bearable?”

I shrugged. “Suppose.”

I was spared further interrogation by the arrival of Mr Carpenter. I always wondered why surgeons dropped the title ‘doctor’ in favour of ‘mister’ when they became surgeons.

“Well, how’s my girl today?” he asked, and sat in the chair by my bed.

“Um, not sure, dizzy, sick and bloody sore.”

“That’s only to be expected. All those will be gone in no time. I suppose you want to know how it all went?”

“It crossed my mind,” I said.

“Well, where shall I start? Right, first things first, the bleeding was due to a very strange phenomena. It seems that the hormones you’ve been taking triggered the development of certain bits and bobs that you had dormant inside you. One of those was a womb. You have one normal ovary, and one malformed one, which I’m afraid I had to remove.

“I removed your penis and testes, which were completely sterile and have never formed properly in any case.

“You actually have a cervix, vestiges of a vaginal canal, and unfortunately that was all. The lining of the womb decayed, and had no where to go. I suspected that you may have been experiencing something like a period, but the decaying matter was held inside you. It chose yesterday to break through a thin membrane and into your lower bowel. I’ve repaired the breach, so, hopefully you are now on the mend.

“We’ve pumped you full of antibiotics as there is always a risk of nasty infections when the bowel is involved. I have constructed your labia and clitoris out of existing penile and scrotal tissue, and cleared a passage through into your vagina. ”

He looked at me.

“Now, did I forget anything?”

I frowned. My brain was still fuzzy, and what he said confused me.

“Womb, ovary?”

He took my hand.

“Leanne, your deep rooted feelings that you were female was due to the single fact, you ARE female. Those small bits of male flesh that caused you so much trouble were exactly what you told your young man, an obstruction!”

I cried then, out of pure joy. Mr Carpenter knew it and as I glanced up, I saw tears in his eyes too.

I wept for many minutes, as I felt an enormous black cloud disperse and fly away. There was just blue sky above me now!
 
 
“I want the dressings to stay on for another day, and tomorrow, you should feel a little stronger, so we’ll come and take a wee peek at how you’re doing. The ache will go when the dressing and packing comes out. I can’t remove it yet, as the tissue is still inflamed.

“This is a private clinic, but due to the emergency you presented us, I have received authorisation from the NHS to treat you here. They are actually more than happy, as full SRS is much more expensive than the procedure I have done on you. By the way, you don’t need to take hormones any more, as it seems you're producing enough of your own.

“So, relax, sleep as much as you want, and I’ll see you in the morning. Happy Christmas, Leanne.”

I cried again, and gave him a great big hug. Of all the Christmas presents, I could never have wished for a more perfect one!

Jenny grinned at me.

“How does it feel?”

“Wonderful! I’m a person at last,” I said.

“No, you’ve always been a person, just not the one you wanted to be.”

I smiled, lay back and closed my eyes. I may have been in pain. I may have been feeling sick, but I was truly happy.
 
 
I passed on lunch. I just had a little water, and slept all afternoon.

At four thirty, another nurse woke me up and gave me a cup of tea. It tasted like nectar, and I nibbled a jaffa cake. The door opened and Adam and Mary came in.

I smiled, but immediately wondered if I looked a mess.

“Hi, Leanne. Shit, girl, you gave me a scare!” he said, as he very gingerly kissed me.

“I was scared too,” I admitted, as Mary gave me a gentle hug.

“Thanks for the flowers, they were the first thing I saw when I came round.”

“I’ve just spoken to the surgeon. He’s a lovely man, isn’t he?” Mary said.

“He certainly is. What did he say?”

Mary looked at Adam, uncertain if I wanted him to hear. I didn’t care, so she shrugged and continued.

“Well, it seems you had a blockage in your vaginal canal, and you weren’t excreting the dead womb linings from your periods. It backed up and burst through into you bowel. It sounded very nasty, I’m so pleased he knew what to do, and so quickly at Christmas too!”

Adam had a yucky expression on his face, and Mary and I burst out laughing at him.

“I had a nasty ovary too; he had to take it out to prevent it becoming cancerous.”

“Oh, you poor dear. Adam told me you’ve been holding all this secret for ages.”

“I didn’t want to bother anyone else,” I said, feeling really stupid now.

“So, are you all fixed, now?” Adam asked.

“I hope so. The dressings come off tomorrow.”

Adam looked relieved and I had to smile. I knew what was going through his mind.

“I never gave you your Christmas Present,” he told me, and held out a small package.

It was a lovely pair of earrings.

I put them on and kissed him. I knew how tight money was for him too.

“I’ve bought you something too,” said Mary, and handed me an envelope.

It was a card with a set of five driving lessons.

“I’m fed up of running you two about. It’s time you got to be independent, and then Adam can buy a car,” she told us.

I gave her a hug, and asked Adam to bring in my birth certificate and an application form for a licence.

“I left your presents in my room. I forgot all about them, I’m sorry,” I said.

I wasn’t really with it, as I felt woozy and kept dropping off to sleep. I woke up to find Mary gone, but Adam was watching my TV.

“Hi, what’s the time?” I asked.

“Six. A nurse said she’d be back in a mo to ask about supper. Do you want anything?”

I wasn’t hungry, but was terribly thirsty.

“Just a drink.”

The nurse came in, and smiled.

“Ah, awake now, good. Do you want anything to eat?”

“I don’t think so. But I’d love a long cold drink.”

“How about a bowl of soup and some orange juice?”

“That sounds lovely, thanks.”

The soup was chicken and leek, and there were two small bits of white bread served with it. I managed the soup, but didn’t feel like the bread. The OJ came in a small carton with a straw. I finished it in seconds, and asked for another one.
 
 
It was weird not having to go to the loo, and I was fascinated watching the catheter bag fill up.

“You are so gross!” Adam said, just as Mary returned to pick him up.

He gave me a kiss and left me alone again.

I sat and watched the TV. In a way, it was a bonus being Christmas, as there were some really cool films on.

I was half way through Die Hard 2, when Kathy arrived.

I was thrilled, and she squealed with delight, giving me a huge hug.

“Hey, what the hell happened to you? I got this call for a really posh bloke who said he was a surgeon, and that you had been rushed in here. He said that as I was a special friend, it would be appropriate if I was able to come and see you!”

I told her everything, and her jaw nearly hit the floor.

“You mean you really are a girl, after all?”

“I suppose so.”

“No wonder it felt wrong!” she said, and giggled.

She sat on the bed next to me and held my hand. It was so good having her here with me. I needed a friend that understood, and she did.

“Does Adam know?” she asked.

“Yes, and he asked me if I was fixed, if you know what I mean, hint, hint!”

Kathy almost wet herself laughing.

“You know what would be kinda fun?”

“What?”

“Us, three in a bed with Adam.”

“Um, I don’t think so,” I said.

“Why not? I wouldn’t steal him from you.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Kathy, but what we have is special to me, and what I have with Adam is special. I don’t want to spoil either by getting complicated. Emotionally, I’m a bit of a wreck, so I don’t need complications.”

“Hey, I was kidding!” she said, and smiled. “Well, half kidding. I’ll ask again in a few months.”

We watched the film for a bit, and saw Bruce Willis get dirtier and more battered as he started eradicating the bad guys. The last scene with the Boeing 747 was so silly, we hooted with laughter.

I switched it off as the credits rolled up.

“So, you are one of us now?”

I just smiled.

“This is so cool! You should write a book, it’d be a best seller.”

“Kathy, I just want to live my life now.”

“What about your mum?”

I hadn’t thought about her at all. That was really sad, as here it was at Christmas, and I had no contact with what little family I had.

I shrugged.

“I guess she’ll find out eventually. I’m not that bothered to be honest.”

“That’s so sad!”

“Maybe, but hey, you and Adam are the nearest thing I have to family. You can pick your friends, but you can’t pick your relatives!”

“Cor, that’s bloody true!”
 
 
She stayed for another hour, and it was wonderful having her there. She said she’d let Badger’s know that I was sick, for me not to worry and just get better.

When she left, I felt tired and rather sore. I ached in places I didn’t know I had, and found it very hard to get comfortable.

I told the nurse.

She smiled.

“Well, we know when a patient is getting better, they start complaining,” she told me, so then I felt guilty.

She adjusted the pain relief and I slipped into sleep.
 
 

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End of Part 4
 
 
To Be Continued...