David, awkward around boys and unable to fit into their rough and tumble activities, had felt much more at home with girls and their generally gentler pursuits. By the time he was seven he’d developed a deep longing to be one of them and detested the body he’d been born with. Connie decided to take matters into her own hands and become the girl that she knew she was supposed to be! Hello David Chapter 6 by Sydney Moya Copyright © 2012,2014 Sydney Moya All Rights Reserved.

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She remembered being told not to worry if she had vaginal bleeding, as it sometimes occurred months after the surgery. When it had happened she’d worn a pad and gone on with her life not knowing she just had a period and was actually a fertile female.

Connie was in a daze for the next few days, she couldn’t believe what happened. She was pregnant something she’d never expected to happen. This was something out of a fiction story, real life wasn't meant to be like this was it? Still she felt a sense of relief, her feelings had not been the result of an unbalanced mind as some bigots liked to claim. Somehow she’d had the female parts all along which validated how she’d felt all her life.

Gina was also stunned, almost as much as she’d been when she’d first found out about Connie. She’d had a sister all along, one who was expecting. She would have been happy except for the fact that the pregnancy might kill Connie and the child.

The prognosis was grim. The doctors told her a termination was the safest bet and that even if by a miracle she carried the baby to term, there was a huge risk to her life as she could rupture an artery or an organ and the chance of extreme disability for the child.

When she heard this Connie had burst into tears, terrified and very lost. Gina did her best to comfort her.

Nothing could convince Connie to abort the pregnancy though as she was determined to have the baby. She decided that as long as she wasn’t in immediate danger she would fight for her child.

Connie needed a miracle. So for the first time in a while she prayed. Connie prayed for her child’s life and the chance to look after him or her.

Months passed by. Connie was showing now and it had changed her life drastically. Her body had felt a bit alien. She had weird cravings at random times, her bladder was annoyingly smaller. Her emotions were all over the place, much worse than when she’d started hormones as a teenager. The weight gain wasn’t her favourite change. A lot of her clothes couldn’t fit her anymore which was more than annoying. People’s attitudes had changed too. For example at work everyone was solicitous and overly friendly. Women tended to smile more at her now; she didn’t get some of the catty looks that came with being an attractive woman anymore.

She grew closer to Gina who was over nearly every other weekend and did everything with her from shopping for maternity clothes to attending Lamaze classes with her. She needed the support more than she let on as she sometimes wondered if she was capable of facing this.

Connie slowly walked into the cemetery with her six-year old son. They were here to pay their respects to the boy's father Jason. On reaching his grave they placed a bouquet of flowers on it. She still felt the raw pain of his loss and the emotion threatened to overwhelm Connie. He was the only man she'd ever loved and his death had been so painful. Despite the being dumped by she'd never stopped loving him. She looked at her little angel, her miracle and the tears threatened to flow.

Her baby looked so much like his father. He had the same jet black hair and the laughing blue eyes. Kellan looked up at his mother and saw her glistening eyes. He squeezed her hand. She squeezed back and they turned and began walking away.

Lynne Koumakis was stunned as she saw the young woman and little boy at her son's resting place. When that little boy had turned to leave her heart had nearly stopped. Even from a distance he looked like her son had at that age. She'd wondered if she was losing it. She still mourned him, was she hallucinating?

Because of this she refrained from calling out. Instead she watched the pair walk away. When they turned a corner she walked to the grave. The flowers there were real enough and they were fresh too. She picked them up. This was as much to make sure of this as it was to ensure that they weren't a figment of her imagination. Satisfied that she wasn't losing her faculties she noted that there was no card.

Her thoughts turned to the woman. Had Jason impregnated a girl before his death? If this was so, was that her?

She raked her memory in an effort to recall if he'd been seeing anyone around that time. There was Stephanie, the Sevenakis girl she'd set him up with after he'd broken up with that freak that had the temerity to pretend to be a woman.

She immediately discounted Stephanie as she and her mother were close. Her heart sank as she recalled the young woman's hair. It had been the same strawberry blonde as that freaks. It couldn't be that had been a man and men couldn't give birth unless Jason hadn't told them the truth.

She shook her head as if trying to get these disturbing thoughts out of her mind. She didn't want to sully her boy's memory. However she couldn't help feel an aching need to find out who that boy was. She told herself she'd speak with her husband about it.

Connie and her little boy got into their vehicle a mini SUV her employer had issued her and drove to their hotel. Kellan looked around excited to see the city of his birth. He asked his mother all about the place, curious as to why she'd left. Connie did her best to answer him as she tried to remember that 'keep left' didn't apply here. Kellan then asked about his father. He was at that age where a child wants to know everything about everything. He'd asked her about his father a couple of days ago and Connie had sat down with him and shown him her pictures of him. Jason had passed away before his birth.

She would never forget that day. She was eight months along at the time. It was a Saturday and she was at home resting. She was due in the hospital the next day as the doctors felt she should be under constant care now. It had become an increasingly difficult pregnancy, her feet were swollen and her back ached. Gina wasn’t around that weekend and she was alone.

Connie didn’t like being alone with her thoughts anymore so she’d switched on the TV to cast away any gloomy thoughts she might have. As she was channel surfing, looking for something suitably distracting to watch she happened upon the news.

There was a shooting going on downtown. She watched and was surprised to see Jason’s workplace being filmed. A helicopter was hovering above the building. Someone had walked in and started shooting indiscriminately.

A growing sense of foreboding crept into her mind as she watched, after 30 minutes of rolling coverage she saw bodies being wheeled out. She was hit by a wave of wracking pain worse than any she’d ever experienced. Connie quickly reached for her phone and dialled 911, bringing her go bag near.

She was rushed to hospital where the doctors made the decision to remove the baby. Her son was born while she was under as the doctors worked to save both their lives. Connie nearly bled to death. She’d needed 6 pints of blood. It had been a difficult birth and nearly dying had made her very close to her baby. After hours after of painstaking surgery she was stable and came back to. She was too weak to stand but the nurse took her bed to the incubator so she could see her son.

That was the happiest moment of Connie’s life, surpassing even the day she’d seen her new body for the first time. Connie realised that her life had changed now, nothing would ever be the same, she had someone who needed her and promised herself to do her best. It was an emotional moment, she’d cried, as he looked so tiny and unprepared for the world. She could hardly believe he was hers, that she’d carried him. Connie didn’t think it was possible to love anyone more than she loved her son at that moment.

Her good feelings didn’t last. The next day brought news that Jason was dead.

He'd died in the shooting. A disgruntled former employee had walked in and started shooting indiscriminately. Jason had died instantly probably before realizing what was going on. Because she was still convalescing she'd missed his funeral. When she got out of the hospital she'd managed to go with Gina to the grave and cry her heart out.

Connie had decided she needed to get away from it all. She didn’t want to raise her child in an apartment where she’d experienced so much sorrow. Luckily an opportunity had arisen in her company to go overseas. She'd taken a job in the U.K. when her son was six months old just to get away from the pain she was feeling from everything that had happened in the last year or so. Gina had followed her there on an exchange program a couple of months later. So strong was the bond both girls had developed that it was a no-brainer that they would live together in Hertfordshire.

Kellan had been a literal lifesaver. His birth had given Connie purpose for the first time since the fallout from coming out to her loved ones. Here was someone completely dependent on her. He wouldn't judge her and needed her. As he grew older she appreciated each and every moment she managed to spend with him and marvelled at the unique individual he was. It amazed her that her own parents could have disowned her as she loved her own child so much that she could never push him away.

Of course being a single mother wasn’t easy she had to juggle her job with looking after an infant while adjusting to living in a foreign country. Gina’s presence helped a lot though and between the two of them and her company’s in-house nursery they managed not to make a hash of things. Even then there were moments when she’d wished for her mother. There were times when her baby would cry in the middle of the night and nothing could placate him and she’d end up in tears too. She’d come close to calling Helen more than once but the wounds her parents had inflicted on her were too deep for her to forget let alone forgive. Luckily her sister was there for her and that kept her from hurting too much. They talked about what had happened which did a lot to help Connie heal.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go sis,” Connie had told her sister, “I mean look at Kellan. He is so precious, I can’t imagine ever not wanting him around,” she murmured.

“If Mum and Dad feel the way I feel I don’t know how they could have said the things they did,” Connie remarked.

Gina looked at her sister before giving her a hug, as much for herself as it was for Connie.

Gina had taken a job in England after graduating to be near her sister and nephew. They’d been a happy little family, both sisters doting on the little boy while growing closer than ever.

Helen Richards missed her children. Gina was living in England at the moment at least she knew where she was even though the girl seemed to avoid them. She called once a week but Helen sensed that she'd never really forgiven her for what had happened with David. She would never get over Julian's death but it was what had happened with David that finished her broken heart.

It had been more than half a decade. With hindsight she realised she should have stood up for her child, throwing her out had been cruel. She didn’t like the idea of a sex-change but they were the only parents David had.

He was still alive, at least she hoped he was as she had no way of knowing but she'd acquiesced to her husband treating him like he was dead. She had no idea where he was. His number wasn't active anymore. Helen suspected Gina knew but she wouldn't talk about it.

She couldn’t help wondering what her child was up to what he looked like just like she wondered what Julian would be like if it wasn’t for that accident, she couldn’t get her mind around the fact that her baby was living as a woman. She would have loved to see what he looked like, to at least talk to him. She ached for her children. Never in her worst nightmares could she have imagined things would be like this.

Jack had mellowed on a lot of things but on David he was intransigent, he wouldn’t hear of them looking for him. Helen looked at a family portrait taken when her kids had been 18, 12 and 10. She couldn’t help but miss those days. Things had been so much simpler back then.

Helen picked up the phone and called a number she’d found months before.

“Hello, this is Lansing Security. May I help you?”

“Hello, my name is Helen Richards. I’m trying to track down my son, is it possible for you to help me,”

“You’ll need to come down to our offices on Westlake and Sixth. When are you free?”

“Will this afternoon do?”

“Ok, I’ll pencil you in for 3 o’clock,”

“Thank you,”

To be continued.
 
 

 
To Be Continued...