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Expo Summer Part 06
The Truth About Adults
Copyright (c) 2001 by Kim EM
All rights reserved
Previously:
I flew, frantically trying to change what I could see was going to
happen, but I was already in mid-air. As I frantically twisted,
one leg passed under the chain and the other above the chain... I
tried, really I did, but I couldn't do anything to change my path,
and I slammed into the chain full-force, right between the legs.
All my eleven-year-old weight came down full force on my crotch,
and the world flared white with agony, and then it turned black
and there was nothing.
Chapter Twenty-three: THE TRUTH ABOUT CATS AND DOGS
Pepper lay on the cool tile of the recreation room, head down,
intently watching the stairs. Her human had to show up soon. It
had been an upsetting summer. First her human had come home
smelling of blood and dirt, and nobody had let Pepper protect the
child. Every day she had to stay home and wait while her person
went elsewhere alone for hours on end, completely unprotected.
She felt hurt that nobody gave her the chance to go along for
protection, but she was frantic the day the youth came home all
bloody. There had to be something she could do, but nobody gave
her an opportunity.
Didn't they know that protecting her human was part of her job?
Sometimes they treated her as just someone to pet and play with,
and though she loved those times, it was her job to take care of
the youth. The child was still too young, just like an overgrown
puppy, and would need her protection. Would need? Had needed it,
from the blood and bruises.
Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, her human had vanished for
weeks, while the other humans smelled of fear and anxiety. Again,
Pepper wasn't given the chance to protect her person. She spent
the weeks curled up in a corner, feeling as though she hadn't done
her job. Something had happened and again she had failed.
The little human had finally returned several days before, but
different. Her person used to dress like a little version of one
of the big humans, but now dressed like a little version of the
other. It was all very confusing, but then most things the humans
did was confusing. At least she was able to keep a protective eye
on her person. Best yet, more new humans started visiting,
dressed like hers, good smelling, and always petting and playing
with her. Pepper sighed momentarily at the good memory, then
returned to her watch of the stairs.
A few days ago, everything had changed again. Her person vanished
once again, and the big humans bustled around the house smelling
of rage and fear. The other small humans had visited several
times, but HERS never showed up. Pepper was ready. If anyone
tried to hurt the other humans, she would instantly leap to their
defense. It was the least she could do till her own human
returned.
If only she knew what was going on. It was all very confusing.
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Chapter Twenty-Four: AFTER THE FALL
I can't say if it helped or hurt me, but when I was eleven I
figured out the truth about adults.
Adults were strange, a breed apart. So big, so serious all the
time. What happened to turn a kid into an adult? Was there some
magic day where the kid woke up and stopped playing, stopped doing
kid things, and headed off for work? I wasn't looking forward to
it, I can say that for sure. I liked who I was, especially now.
Why should I grow up into a totally different person? Now that
I'd become someone I liked, I didn't want to change a bit. Still,
I supposed, I guess there wasn't anything to be done about it. It
was hard to imagine, but my parents must have been kids once, and
look what happened to them.
I did a lot of thinking, I remember that. I'm not sure where I
was, though I can vaguely remember being poked and prodded. I
thought a lot, and I slept and dreamed. This went on for quite a
while, but for some reason it didn't bother me. Everything was
black, or gray, or something. But eventually I woke, this time to
a world I'd as soon have ignored. There was no pain, but much of
my body seemed numb. No, not numb, really, but it's like I was
feeling my body through a fog. That doesn't make sense either,
but it's the best I can describe.
I opened my eyes to see a fuzzy-looking room. I was lying flat on
my back, in a bed, an odd-table to my side. *Oh, no.* I knew
this scene, I was back in a hospital. *Why?* What could have--
and then the memories reignited the terror of the attack. I'd
been badly cut up, escaped, run naked through the park, then
vaulted the chain but slipped and-- my mind went blank. I had a
horrible idea what had happened. I tried to reach for my covers,
to pull them back, but I couldn't will my hands to move.
I tried hard to move them, but nothing... Was I paralyzed? *Oh,
God, please not that.* If I were paralyzed, If I were paralyzed,
all I could do is lay around being a burden to my parents. No, I
couldn't live like that. But what could I do? If I couldn't
move, then how could I...? Best to not even think of that. Maybe
someone would come in soon, and I could find out what was going
on.
I lay there, keeping myself from growing bored by remembering the
faces of the teens who had done this to me. I engraved their
appearance on my brain. If I ever saw them again, I wanted to be
able to recognize them.
Eventually I heard the sounds of movement from the doorway, and a
nurse came in to check on me. When she saw that I was conscious
she came to my side. "You're awake, and so soon." She beamed at
me. "How are you feeling?"
"Y cnnn mvv." My mouth was like mush, my throat on fire. I knew
what I wanted to say, but I could barely force it out. She didn't
seem to have any trouble deciphering, though.
"Oh, I know, Honey. Don't worry, that's just the nerve block.
It'll wear off soon, now that you're awake."
"Hww lngvYbnnhrrr?" Damn. I hoped it would wear off fast. This
was embarrassing, not being able to say what I wanted.
"It's been a week since you were flown in."
"Flwnyn? WhrrmY?"
"You're in Chicago, at Passavant Hospital." She could see I was
starting to tire again. "Don't worry, you'll be okay. Just go
back to sleep, and you'll feel better when you wake." I wanted to
ask more questions, but almost before I knew it I was back in the
land of blackness.
***
When I next awoke, I wasn't alone in the room. A different woman,
wearing a long white coat, was standing by my side, making notes
on a clipboard. When she saw I was awake, she lowered the
clipboard and spoke. "Good evening, Kimberly. I'm Doctor
Walker."
*A doctor. Really.* She was short and healthy looking, more like
a farm girl that had gotten lost in the city than a doctor in one
of the largest hospitals in Chicago.
"Good evening, Doctor... What's wrong with me? I mean, why am I
here? I remember the attack, but nothing after that." At least
now I could speak. My throat still throbbed, but I could control
my mouth.
She looked silently at me for a moment, seemingly making a
decision, then gave a small nod. She looked around, then pulled a
small chair up to the bedside and sat. Without thinking I shifted
slightly to face her. *Aha!* So I could move. That's one worry
out of the way.
"Kimberly, that attack on you, it left you seriously injured.
There were a number of incised wounds, a severe blow to your
throat, plus the damage you took when you hit that chain." I
started to ask about the 'damage', but she shushed me. "It's
okay, I'll get to that in a moment. The wounds, they varied in
seriousness. The blow to your throat bruised the larynx, and
there were some serious concerns when you were brought in, but
it's healing now. The slash to your cheek was just a minor cut,
and it's already almost healed-- there won't even be a scar. The
cuts to your chest were a bit more serious, but not too bad.
They're healing, and I don't expect there to be any visible
scarring, except that you might have to be careful in the future
about tanning. I suspect that when you get sunburned or tanned,
they might not tan properly, so you might show a trace of the
wound under those circumstances." I swallowed hard and nodded.
"The incisions to your posterior were rather deeper. They are
healing, but will take somewhat longer to heal completely. Even
after they are healed, there will be scarring. I'm sorry."
"He said it was a, a message. What's the pattern? Were they
words?" I waited with some dread as Dr. Walker weighed her words
carefully.
"It's, yes, the pattern forms a word. I'm sorry, Honey, but
there's nothing I can do to remove it. Once it's healed there are
some techniques that might make it a bit less visible, but I'm
afraid the scars will always remain there."
"What does it say?"
She paused, sighed, then spoke. "The letters carved there spell
'FAG'. Do you know what that means?" I nodded, tears running
down my cheeks.
"Y-yes. How could he do... how could..." I burst into tears, sobs
racking my small body. She quickly came to my side and held me to
her as the grief became too much for me to bear.
Another woman, this one dressed as a nurse, rushed into the room.
The nurse, a striking redhead, came up to he bed and silently
looked on as the doctor cuddled me against her. The doctor looked
up and quietly said, "I just told her about the incisions."
"The word?"
Dr. Walker nodded. "I think she needs to rest a bit before I get
to the other." The nurse turned and was quickly out the door.
The Doctor clutched me tighter to her side and told me, "Lisa's
getting something to help you calm down a bit. After you've
rested a bit we'll talk about the rest."
I nodded, still sobbing into her side as the nurse, Lisa, I guess,
came back in with a syringe. I gave her an arm and she swabbed it
clean, then injected me with something.
***
Back in the gray and foggy dreamland the wound on my backside
didn't seem to bother me as much. I couldn't understand someone
who would do that to another person. I mean, why? Why would he
carve me up, just for a few moment's thrill? Did he hate me that
much? I had no idea who he was, but he had obviously known me.
Did the fact that I was a girl who used to be a boy frighten him
so? Or-- did he have some other reason for hating me?
I gave up trying to understand. Maybe if they ever catch him,
maybe then I'd find out why. I was just happy to still be alive.
I knew where things would have gone if I hadn't managed to escape.
I must have fallen asleep someplace, because when I awoke, I was
back to the hospital room and it was daytime. I lay there,
staring at the ceiling, then I felt around the bed for the call
button. After a long search, I found it and called for the nurse.
A minute or so later that felt like an hour, the same nurse I'd
first woken up to strode into the room.
"Awake now, are we?" she asked brightly. "Do you think you might
feel up to having some lunch?"
"I'm not hungry, not really. Can I get some soda or something?
My throat's pretty sore." She nodded and left the room, returning
momentarily with a pitcher and a glass filled with ice cubes.
As she poured the water, she introduced herself. "By the way, I'm
Cathy, and I'm your nurse during the day."
"Hi. I'm Kimberly, but I guess, I guess you knew that." Cathy
nodded and handed me the glass and I greedily drank the water,
letting it cool my parched throat.
"I've been caring for you for the past week. Don't worry, Honey,"
she said, patting my shoulder, "it's going to be all right."
"The doctor, Dr. Walker, she told me about the knife wounds last
night. It was last night?" Cathy nodded. I went on, "She never
got to telling me about where I hit the chain. How badly was I
hurt there?"
Cathy colored a bit and said, "I really can't tell you. The
doctor will be back this evening to see you, and I'm sure she will
tell you all about it then."
"You won't be here than, will you?"
"No, I'll be off duty, but Lisa will be here for you then."
"I kind of met her last night. Is it just the two of you?"
Cathy laughed. "No, we don't usually work _those_ kinds of hours.
You haven't met Michelle, your nurse during the overnight. Don't
worry, you're being well taken care of."
***
It was midafternoon and I lay staring at the ceiling, bored out of
my skull. At a noise from the door, I turned to see a woman in a
white coat stepping in. She walked up to the bed holding another
clipboard, or maybe the same one. She looked down at me and said
"Hi, Kimberly, I'm Dr. Burgess."
"What happened to Doctor Walker?"
Dr. Burgess settled at the side of the bed with a laugh. "Oh,
she's still your doctor. I'm the surgeon who put you back
together after your accident."
"Accident? I'd hardly call it that." *Sheesh, doesn't this place
have any men doctors?*
"I guess not. Has anyone told you what happened when you caught
the chain?"
"No. I guess it was pretty bad, though."
She looked serious for a moment, and then finally spoke. "Yes, you
could say that. You were found on the street at the park's edge,
unconscious and bleeding. The local hospital wasn't qualified to
do much more than stop the bleeding, and they had you flown here
where we have specialists who could do the kind of surgery you
needed."
*Uh-oh. This didn't sound good.* "And what... what did I need?"
She sighed and then went on. "I'll try and keep this simple.
Basically, everything in your groin was pretty well mangled by the
chain. I had to do a bilateral orchiect... no, let me put it even
simpler. Your penis was torn up beyond repair as a functioning
organ. Your testes appeared to have recently descended and they
were crushed by the chain. Knowing the process you're already in,
the best I could do was to take the salvageable material and
create a neo-vagina."
*Did she just say what I think she said?* "A WHAT?"
'I couldn't save the penis, and knowing that you were planning on
vaginaplasty as soon as you were eighteen, with your parent's
permission I performed a vaginaplasty and created one from the
available penile material. As part of the process, I also
performed a labiaplasty using the scrotal tissue. "
She faltered and stopped as the tears began streaming down my
face. "I thought that's... what you wanted? Eventually..." She
trailed off in confusion.
I looked at her through tear-filled eyes. "It is, doctor, thank
you, thankyouthankyou." I grabbed onto her and held her tight.
---
Chapter Twenty-Five: KRAKATOA?
Late afternoon rolled around and I was watching television, or at
least trying to. It all seemed to be either kid shows or game
shows. I'd settled on channel seven, the one station that ran old
movies. They weren't very good, but it was something to do. How,
pray tell, do you take a two hour movie and fit it into an hour-
and-a-half timeslot including commercials and have the movie make
any sense at all? I'd read something about it in the paper a few
months before. Some guy named Tartikoff at the station had come
up with the idea, and he was making all sorts of money for the
station.
Go figure.
They were running King Kong, and had cut the entire part with the
dinosaurs. I was pretty disgusted-- that was the best part.
Maybe someday someone would do a remake and leave in the dinosaurs
and leave out King Kong. That would be cool.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement at the door, and my
parents rushed in, accompanied by Gail.
Fifteen tear-filled minutes later, they knew I was all right, and
had filled me in about things at home. Short version: The police
were still trying to figure out exactly what had happened, and
would be interviewing me as soon as the doctors would permit them.
It was front page news, and people were divided on the whole issue
of my having become a girl... pretty much everyone in town knew
the whole story now.
Gail and Tina had been haunting our house, waiting for news.
Tina's mom, natch, had forbidden her to, but that didn't stop her.
And, equally of course, her mom had forbidden her from coming to
Chicago. My dog, Pepper, was moping around, waiting for my
return.
Oh, and of course, Mom and Dad were anxious to know if they had
done the right thing in approving the vaginaplasty.
After all that was done, they left the room for a while, I suppose
to talk with one or more of the doctors, while I chatted with
Gail. She filled me in on Tina and the family problems there.
True to her word, Mrs. Libby had been pushing hard to get Chris
released, claiming that he had only done what was natural, given
the 'freak' he'd trashed. She was one of the more outspoken
townspeople against me, even being quoted in the paper as saying
'He got just what he deserved'.
Things were so bad at her house that Tina had slept at Gail's
several nights.
***
The next day, the police came. Not much to tell. I told them
what I knew, and they said they were sending an artist to sketch
the boys from my description.
***
Somewhere in here my life seemed to be resolving to boredom with
occasional visits from people. Aside from the regular doctor
visits, Dr. Wayne from Columbus Hospital came daily, to spend some
time talking about what had happened, and my feelings about it.
Mostly he wanted to make sure I wasn't _too_ traumatized by what
had happened. Well, how could I not? Think about it and what had
happened? On the other hand, without knowing it the teens had
done me a big favor. If only they hadn't carved that word into my
backside. All-in-all, though, the single biggest effect is that
from that day forward I've never felt safe when alone. I used to
be quite a loner; growing up friendless did that to a person.
Ever since, though, the only time I'm really comfortable is when
I'm with other people.
It's quite a change, and I can't say it was all bad, but sometimes
I miss being able to take a long walk alone with my thoughts.
The only visit of Doctor Wayne's, though, that's really worth
recounting is the one from June 30th. I was sitting in my room,
alone of course, reading a paperback. Oh, yeah, sitting. Two
weeks after the attack, I was still pretty tender underneath, but
I was getting so sick of the damned bed that I just had to sit in
one of the chairs. I'd also been walking for the past few days,
nothing strenuous, but I wanted to be ready to explore the fair in
another six weeks, and that meant I had to stay in shape.
The doctor entered the room without knocking, as usual. I think
maybe he was going to try and surprise me, but ever since the
attack I'd had a finely attuned sense of who was around me. As he
sat down in the other chair, I looked up and said "Good afternoon,
Doctor Wayne."
He looked surprised and said, "Damn, I thought sure I was going to
surprise you this time."
"It's not that easy to do."
"I can see that," he laughed. "How are you feeling today?"
I shrugged. "About the same, I guess. I'm not having nightmares
about the attack, if that's what you mean."
He frowned and asked, "Why not?"
"Why not what? Nightmares?"
"Yes," he replied, "most people, after something like that would
be having nightmares for weeks, if not longer. You," he
indicated, "say you've had none. You've told me before that after
an initial burst of grief you haven't been sad, you haven't been
angry. You haven't even been depressed. That, well, I hate to
put it like this, but it's not normal."
I reached over and put my book on the rolling table. I thought a
bit, and then looked back at the doctor, who was waiting
expectantly. "Isn't it? Maybe not, but I can't help it. I'm
really not feeling much of anything about it. Of course," I
laughed, "I wouldn't recommend putting me, the kid who did this,
and a loaded weapon in the same room. That could turn ugly."
"Uh-huh. Kim, the point is that you're not dealing with it yet.
You seem to have all your feelings about what happened blocked.
That's, well, not good. It _has_ to come out someday, and if it's
not allowed to release itself naturally, it might explode out."
"Explode out?" *What the heck is he talking about?* "I'm not
sure I understand."
He sat silently for a moment, then rose to his feet and sauntered
over to the window. Looking out at the Streeterville
neighborhood, he was obviously collecting his thoughts, so I
remained silent. Finally he spoke, still looking away. "Kim,
you're highly intelligent, much more so than the average eleven-
year-old. Despite the mediocre grades you've had in school, the
various tests you've taken this summer indicate that your
knowledge base is already at the college level. You don't even
talk like an eleven-year-old.
"It's almost axiomatic that high intelligence and emotional
stability are in conflict. There's several theories why, none
proven, but the fact remains that you're at risk as you grow up,
especially as isolated as you've been in the past." He turned
from the window, shot me a sidelong glance, then returned to
gazing at the city. Your personality profile indicates that
you're highly repressed emotionally, and..." He stopped and
turned to face me as I started to interrupt, then put his hands up
as if to stop me. "Please, no. I'm not trying to hurt you or
make you feel bad. I just want you to know what I've found out
and where things stand.
"It's good that you've started making new friends, and I hope that
continues, but I think it would be best if you continued to see me
after you get out of the hospital. You need to learn to confront
your feelings, and deal with the hurts you've had throughout your
life, instead of locking them away. It doesn't have to be me if
you don't want, but I honestly think you should see someone."
I looked across the room at him, and thought seriously about what
he'd said. How could he... no, I knew that he knew a lot more
about these things than I did. But I didn't feel like any
explosion was building. It's just that over the years I'd never
been able to fight back, never until the day of the attack. My
only way to defend myself was to learn to not let the beatings and
humiliation from the other kids get to me. If I couldn't have
done that, I'd have gone crazy at a really early age. *But now he
says that is going to be a problem? Then how am I supposed to
protect myself when the next round of beatings begins?*
"I don't mind talking with you, or meeting with you. Most people
still treat me like a little kid. You, well, you talk to me as I
am, not as they'd like to believe I am."
He chuckled quietly. "I guess it comes with the territory."
"Doctor Wayne, the things you're telling me are scaring me a
bit... I don't know which would be worse, the possibility of what
might happen if I don't do anything, or what might happen if I
do."
"Well," he said, "Think about it for a bit. That's really what it
all comes down to, anyway." He walked back to the chair and sat
again, seemingly relaxed. "If you give it some thought, I think
you'll figure out what's best for you. And if you need to ask any
questions, or feel that you _do_ need to talk, I'll be here."
"Thanks." I looked for a moment at my book, then back at the
doctor. "Can I ask you something now?"
"Sure."
"It doesn't have anything to do with this, or at least I don't
think it does."
He leaned forward, giving me his full attention. "Go ahead and
ask."
"What happens when a kid becomes an adult? I mean, how does a kid
go from playing and kid things to being so serious and busy? What
changes to make them like that?"
He stared for a moment then burst into laughter. "DamnifIknow,"
he finally managed to get out. "I can remember being a kid once,
and it just kind of happened. There really isn't any time when
you stop being a child and become an adult. You just go along
doing whatever it is you're doing, and one day you look back and
ask yourself, "When did _that_ happen?"
"That's it?"
"That's it. There really is no secret. You just get bigger, and
eventually you mature. Some people do it earlier, some later. A
few never do. You, well, as shocking as it may sound, I think
you're well on your way."
"Umm. I really _do_ have to think about that one for a while."
"I bet you do. Say, would you like to hear some good news for a
change?"
I perked up at that. Good news wasn't exactly part of my language
recently. Well, except for the surgery that really made my body
into a girl's. That was a big one, but it came at quite a cost.
"Good news? Right on."
"How would you like to go home tomorrow?"
"Home? Can I?"
"Yep. Before I came here I had a call with Doctors Burgess and
Walker, and they agreed that if I thought you were up to the
stress of going home, you could. After all, we wouldn't want you
to miss the fireworks."
"Fireworks? That's right, I forgot about the fourth. Today's
what, the thirtieth?"
"Right. I guess you've been a bit busy. Yes, you're right on the
date. You'll be home for the whole holiday weekend."
I scrunched my face up, trying to think ahead. "Will I be healed
enough to go to the fair in mid-August?"
---
Chapter Twenty-Six: THE TRUTH ABOUT CATS AND DOGS, PART TWO
Pepper lay, sulking. Not only was her little human missing, today
the other humans had gone way, locking her in the recreation room
by herself. She was used to it, being all by herself, but lately
she'd been left home a lot, and that hurt.
WHERE was the child? It was her job to guard and defend the
human, and she wasn't able to do it. Worse yet, while she was
kept from doing her job, the human had been hurt. Why didn't they
trust her? Why wouldn't they let her do her... what?
She heard a familiar noise coming around the block. Yes! It was
the family's car. As much as she hated and despised the evil
thing, it meant that they would be back!
She ran eagerly to the back door, waiting for the sound that meant
they were home. There was the car, pulling up the hill and into
the garage. There was the sound of the garage door closing, and
the family crossing the patio. A key turned in the lock, and as
the door opened she burst into the back yard. She'd been trained
to not do that, but she was too excited to obey. She looked
around wildly and THERE SHE WAS, her human!
She danced excitedly around the little person, happy to have her
back, and finally ready and able to protect her. It was a job she
knew would be needed, had been needed from the way the girl was
limping, and the next time would be done in full, if only she
could convince the bigger humans.
Pepper was a gentle dog, but she knew that if someone tried to
hurt her human again, she could kill.
To Be Continued....
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