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A Better Future
by Jade Catherine Devlin
"It's a fiercely competitive world. Laying the groundwork for your
child's professional and personal success begins at birth! LLM Success
Consultants will work with you to help ensure that your child has the
educational and physical background to make it in today's marketplace."
That's what my company's brouchure says. It's true, too - we
shepherd kids from the cradle all the way to their entry-level job. I'm proud
of my job. I'd been advising the Albertsons for ages; we have a good
working relationship. But this day, I had a tough course to sell them.
"First, let me thank you again for the honor of advising you on the
development of your child, Billy, for the last ten years. Billy's future means
a lot to me, as it does to you, and I want to assure you that I've put
everything I've got into finding a solution for Billy's problem. This is no
off-the-cuff recommendation I am bringing you today; all my professional
experience makes it clear that it is the best solution for Billy,"
"As you know, height is one of the most crucial determinants of
success. It has always been so; from kings like Charlemagne and Peter the
Great to the 20th century's top executives, tall men have always had an
enormous advantage. But in the past few decades, since the widespread use
of human growth hormone began, height has also become an indispensable
sign of a good upbringing. Any man who stands less than six feet tall was
obviously raised in a lower-class family, which means, of course, that
people will always consider him worthy of no more than a lower-class job."
"We project Billy's adult height at 5'7". There is no medical
technique that can take away his unfortunate allergy to synthetic growth
hormone. Nothing we can do can bring him to anywhere near an acceptable
height for a middle-class man."
The Albertsons looked miserable. Good; they needed to be ready for
drastic measures. I took a deep breath.
"Women generally grow up using much less HGH; average height for
an adult woman is 5'8", not much changed from the days before HGH.
Billy's adult height will be well within desirable bounds for a woman."
No change in their expression. They hadn't caught on.
"If Billy were to grow up female, his height would not present any
problem whatsoever. He would, in fact, have every advantage that could be
provided him, and would enjoy a successful and happy future. This is our
only viable option: to help Billy make a smooth transition into adult
womanhood."
Shock and indignance contorted their faces. I plunged on, sweating,
hoping to make some headway before their surprise hardened into adamant
opposition.
"Sex change techniques have made steady progress over the past
century. Today, thousands of Americans live comfortable and happy lives
outside their birth sex, without anyone needing to know. Since Billy has not
yet reached puberty, his transition can be even more complete and
successful. We have consulted with New Lives, a firm that counsels
transgendered clients; they have produced these computer-generated
projections of Billy's potential future appearance. These are scientific
projections, not simple wishful thinking."
I handed them the large, glossy photographs. Age 13: a perky young
teenage girl, glowing with the vigor of youth. She wore Billy's face, but
differently, as if she were a sister of his. Age 16: a budding young woman,
breathtaking at the verge of her maturity, Sweet Sixteen incarnate. Age 20: a
college girl, active and thoughtful, finding her own way in the world. Age
30: a confident, mature woman, exuding a beauty all her own. Age 50: a
gracefully aging woman, the wisdom of decades shining in her still-bright
eyes. Their faces softened as they gaped, amazed, at the photographs.
"This is the woman your daughter could be. Or, your son could be
an outcast, a failure. Those are our only choices."
"But," protested Mr. Albertson, "he's a boy and he knows it! We
can't just tell him we're going to turn him into a woman. He'd run away
from home!"
"We will contract with New Lives to provide plenty of counseling.
We'll be with her every step of the way. Nothing will be done without her
consent. The counselors will teach her to appreciate girlhood one piece at a
time."
"And she'll really - he'll really - be able to act like a girl and
everything?"
Ah, I heard that pronoun. The idea was already taking hold in their
heads. Good.
"Absolutely. After a half-year or so of initial counseling, once she's
looking forward to her future, she'll be enrolled in a two-year program with
dozens of other young transgendered girls, all learning about girlhood
together. New Lives describes it as 'part charm school, part prep school,
part ongoing slumber party'. She'll learn, in both structured and
unstructured ways, everything from mannerisms of movement and speech to
how to braid her hair. By age 13, she'll be ready to return to a regular
school, live and socialize as any other young girl. Actually, other girls
should be so lucky - nobody provides them with such a careful preparation
for their teen years. New Lives alumnae enjoy much higher levels of self-
confidence, academic success, and general mental health than the general
male or female teenage population.
Mr. Albertson sat back, pulling himself away from the photos. "You
make a good case. But I just can't let you turn my son - my _son_, for
God's sake - into a woman. It's out of the question."
It was time for me to play a tiny bit dirty. "Mr. Albertson, I
understand your reluctance. In our culture, boys are trained to abhor
women, to think of them as lesser people that they need to distance
themselves from. Your aversion to the plan is a natural consequence of a
deep-seated misogyny that is an almost inevitable consequence of your
upbringing. But, for your child's sake, you need to rise above that now -
you need to realize that womanhood is just as good as manhood. There is no
shame in being female for your child."
My words had the desired effect - on Mrs. Albertson. "Be
reasonable, Gerald." Her eyes were piercing and somewhat angry.
"Before you rule anything out, please tour the New Lives school.
It's just twenty miles away - we can go there now."
"Yes, we'll see the school," pronounced Mrs. Albertson with a tone
of finality.
As I had expected, seeing the school won them over. It really is an
excellent school in every respect, and the girls are charming.
"They can't possibly have been boys," Mrs. Albertson whispered to
me after we had chatted with three delightful students.
"Every child here was. Technically, they still are - surgery comes
when they're older."
When the tour was finished, Mrs. Albertson was bubbling. Even Mr.
Albertson had lost his sour face. He heaved a deep sigh. "Well, if this is the
way it has to be, then I guess it will turn out for the best. I'm glad they've
got this school, anyway. Where do we sign?"
That was fifteen years ago. I suppose I overstated the ease with
which the New Lives counselors would persuade Billie of the delights of
girlhood, but it all worked out all right. By the time she enrolled in the
school, she only wanted to leave her boyhood behind. At this - and at
everything else - she was a great success.
She graduated from college last year with a degree in environmental
engineering, and has already started a promising career. When my days get
long and my creaky old body is bothering me, I think about Billie and
remember why I love my job. She's a genuinely lovable girl - and she
doesn't let her beauty or her brains make her arrogant. She is deeply
concerned about every living thing. No surgery can provide that kind of
soul-beauty.
She's thoughtful, too - this invitation, for instance, was a very sweet
gesture, deeply appreciated. Everyone is thrilled with how Billie turned out,
but nobody is as thrilled as the young man standing at the front of the
church, grinning in his tuxedo.
The music starts, and every head turns to see a vision in white stream
gracefully in. She is stunning. My memories of her boyhood seem
impossible. Surely she came to earth just as she is, a visitor from the court
of Aphrodite herself.
Many happy years to you, Billie. Many happy years.
(fin)
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