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'so what if you've got breasts, you're still a boy'
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Part 7
"I want to know and I want to know now!" demanded Mrs Thomas, thumping the table to emphasise her determination.
I sat with my head on my arms on the table quietly sobbing. In less than 24 hours my whole world had collapsed and all because I had happened to be pointing my camera in the wrong direction at the wrong time.
"This is pathetic," came the hard voice of Mrs Thomas, sitting opposite me at the table,"do you think a few manufactured tears is going to let you get away without telling the truth."
I raised my head to look at her, with the tears still streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry, I really can't tell you anything, it will put you in danger," I said quietly as I rubbed the tears from my face in the sleeve of Hywel's rugby shirt.
"That is just so much rubbish! I don't believe you and don't think I won't tell Sion that his so called 'girlfriend' is really a boy," she said angrily.
"Please Mrs Thomas, don't.., even having that information about me will put him in danger. Listen, I'll leave now, and you'll never see me again and I'll break off with your son. Please let me do that and promise me you will not tell Hywel what you know"
"Are you kidding! You will explain everything to me now or when Hywel and his Father come back from the shops I will expose your deceit to them. I know my husband will be disgusted at your subterfuge and I imagine Hywel will be even angrier"
I considered what to do. If I told her who I really was, would she call the police straight away, or even worse hand me over to the militia. I thought about making a run for it, but discarded that idea immediately since all my ID was in my bag in the lounge and I would be in an even worse situation being on the streets without any form of identification. Last year's 'Personal Enhancement Act' had made carrying of identity cards compulsory, punishable with a minimum penalty of six months in prison. I decided to try and stall while looking for an opportunity to escape.
"OK, I will tell you what you want to know, but first, please can I go and put on my own clothes? I feel uncomfortable wearing Hywel's jersey and shorts"
She considered her response and after a few seconds pause replied, "Yes, you may, but you'll change in the lounge where I can watch you."
I walked into the lounge and turned my back on her. I took off the rugby shorts and with the jersey long enough to hang down over my backside I managed to put on my gaff and then my panties with enough concealment without feeling embarassment. I turned back to her and ostentasiously took off the rugby top displaying my well developed breasts.
She was staring at me doing this but when I exposed my female looking upper body she just shrugged her shoulders as if to say.
'so what if you've got breasts, you're still a boy'
I quickly put on the rest of my clothes, then got out my small makeup bag and spent the next ten minutes giving myself a more sophisticated look. After a short while I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Mrs Thomas had moved over to the oven to take out some fresh bread. I got up quickly and walked silently in my stockinged feet, carrying my shoes, to the front door. I reached my way out without any sound and gripped the door handle in relief at being about to escape. I turned the doorhandle. Nothing happened. The door was locked.
"Do you think I'm stupid, Enfys or whatever your name really is!" shouted Mrs Thomas, "now come here and try and persuade me not to expose you to the world"
I walked slowly back into the kitchen, and sat at the table, opposite my accuser.
"And don't think that you can overpower me to get the key to the door I have protection here" she said referring to the cricket bat she held in one hand.
"Are you really sure you want to take the risks that I mentioned before," I warned, trying to stall for time.
Mrs Thomas took out her pda/phone and pressed a few buttons on it.
"I'm going to count to five and if you haven't started to give me some sort of explanation then I'm phoning my husband, I just need to press one button to do that....5......4......3......2..."
"My parents are in Mudiad!" I blurted out before she could press the button to make her phone call, "and after yesterday I suppose I am too"
"You, a terrorist," she sneered, "I don't believe you"
"It's not a terrorist movement, it's a network to spread opposition to the way our freedoms are being taken away"
"A likely story," she continued in obvious disbelief, "you'd better give me a more believeable explanation than that otherwise I might feel calling the police to be the best option"
The morning sports programme on the box suddenly disappeared to the sound of a news announcement.
"This is New Hope One, we must take you straight over to our outside broadcast unit in North London.....Jennifer are you there?"
"Yes, Paul, and behind me you can see a scene of feverish activities by the police and the militia, there in Hornsey Lane Estate a small group of Mudiad terrorists are holding hostages, thousands of people have been evacuated and ....."
Mrs Thomas closed the door to the lounge, cutting off the sound of hysterical news readers, and turned to look at me.
"Well? I'm still waiting," she said.
I decided to take a risk and preceeded to tell her about the murders yesterday and also that my parents had told me that they were in Mudiad but that it wasn't a terrorist organisation and was in fact a supporter of non-violence in political activity. I didn't tell her about the camera and the photos on my memory card. If she knew and was interrogated she would have to reveal that. I felt that the fewer the number of people who knew about it the better.
She listened and, when I had finished, looked at me intently for a few minutes.
"They said that it was some boy called Llyr who was responsible for the murders, there's something about you that reminds me of the picture they showed." she said.
She picked up her pda/phone, she made a few finger flicks to bring up a photo of my alter ego from the goverment wanted terrorists site. She looked at the picture on the screen and then stared at me intently. She repeated this a few times. The silence was unnerving.
"There is a definite resememblance," she said, " with the your hair tied up and some flatening here".
She pressed my breasts down quite painfully.
"It's you!"
There was a knock at the door.
Mrs Thomas picked up the key and went to the door. I heard the sound of the door being unlocked and opened.
"Come in gentlemen. I have someone here you might like to meet," she said to whoever was at the door.
Mrs Thomas walked back into the room followed by two middle aged men in New Hope Militia uniform!
End of Part Seven
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betrayed
that **** she turned Enfys in. oh my what will she do now
Suspense!
This is where the orchestral background music builds to a dissonant pitch and throbbing beat.
Okay, well, unless the next episode is the last, we can assume there's going to be something pretty interesting in it.
Did She Betray Enfys Or Not?
Great cliffhanger Alys!! Now we are waiting to see what happens next. If she was betrayed, Mrs. Thomas can be in trouble as well considering the paranoid mindset of the regime. This story has shades of the series "V" and the movie "V" as well. Though it is in a dark and gloomy future, there is still a chance of freedom.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
I'm with the Mudiad,
after yesterday, I believe anything can happen! 8)
Nice one Alys,
Cofleidiau,
Angharad
Angharad
Me too
I was soooo pleased that Wales beat England yesterday. As a Scot I love it when anyone beats the Auld Enemy. A bit sad that We (Scotland) lost to France today. We Celts must stick together.
Great episode, Alys. Hurry up with the next one.
Gabi
Gabi.
Dark and sinister events.
I must confess that too much reality...well, is too much.
Gwen Brown
Rainbow Girl
This story is terrifying. Why? Because something akin to this could very well happen, is even happening, now, in the UK. The tale is very well written, the feeling of terrible anxiety is conveyed very well. But aren't things bad enough already, without frightening us like this?
Briar
Briar
Orwellian
We are all getting close to 1984, not just the UK.
marie c.
marie c.
Re: Orwell, Dystopias, and Totalitarianism
Throughout the history of civilization, subjugation has been the rule rather than the exception. Examples abound at all stages of history and across the Earth. From the ancient dynasties of Egypt and China, to Greece, to Rome, to the three great empires of the pre-Columbian New World (Inca, Aztec and Maya) to the totalitarian societies of the 20th Century. Yes, if you were in the right class, you had some say. Both Greece and Rome had some sort of democracy, but only within limits and only within a very limited class. Don't forget their slaves.
Take a look at the Soviet Union starting with Stalin, or Nazi Germany, or East Germany under the Stasi. For all its economic liberalization, China is still a totalitarian state. Cuba is still clinging to the Soviet Communist model, where North Korea clings to an exaggerated form of Maoism. Many smaller dictatorships use fascistic rhetoric to suppress their dissidents. Look at Robert Mugave's virtual destruction of Zimbabwe's society today.
Western-style political liberty is a very rare thing, historically. Instead of standing around wringing hands and bemoaning the worrying trends, I would advise you, wherever you are, to exercise what rights you have left to improve things.
Vote. Use your vote intelligently, instead of despairing that you can't find a Savior to vote for and giving up on the process. Research candidates' and parties' positions and history. Calibrate your findings to coincide with your own personal and economic interests. Ignore lofty issues that are easily manipulated by the media and hired spinmeisters who manipulate the media. Stick to the facts. Vote for candidates that you feel will expand personal freedom, quality of life, and individual welfare and standard of living, rather than restrict it.
Identify practitioners of "dog-whistle politics" and other scurrilously deceptive sorts, and decide whether you need to vote against them just out of principle.
There are no perfect candidates, just as there are no perfect anything elses. That doesn't mean it's a fruitless exercise. In institutionally-entrenched two party systems, one of the ways you can express your displeasure, or your hope for something better, is to pick a party to punish if you can't pick one to reward. As futile as it might seem, your voter registration, and your act of voting is taking a bit of power away from those that otherwise can achieve their aims by manipulating a smaller electorate, one that doesn't include you.
In making your decisions, try to do your own work and use your own brain. Don't get stampeded by lazy, "tool" media, or by anything the candidates or parties say in their own ads in the final days before an election. Look at platforms, look at which groups have endorsed, look at what their parties have done in the past, and what techniques they employ to solidify their power. AND, ALWAYS, look at your own best interests. Who's going to give you the stuff you want? Is paying taxes bad if you can get value for the money? Is getting a tax cut good if the cost of your food, energy and healthcare goes up and the purchasing power of your currency goes down? Is a vote for "better morals" good if it takes away rights from law-abiding people? Is a bit of chaos bad if it ensures a wide variety of art, culture, and philosophy?
Totalitarianism can easily take hold where the citizens are too lazy to think for themselves and assert their rights. So, whatever you do, vote.