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Cassie finally managed to convince her brother that she was
okay. A little dehydrated maybe, and very hung over. She
sat in stunned amazement as Patrick fussed over her, made
her sit at the kitchen table, and got her a coffee and a
sandwich. Then, when he was sure Cassie wasn't about to
faint again, Patrick went out to mow the large back lawn.
Cassie sat wondering why Patrick was mowing her lawn at
all. As Rick, it was one of only two chores that Claire
made sure he did, that and take the trash out, so she
wondered why she needed help to do it now. Still, not being
one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she tried to breathe
deeply and relax a little. It wasn't easy. Not only has she
somehow changed genders overnight, now she was the mother
of two children and a single one at that. Perhaps the thing
that bamboozled her the most was the change in her little
brother. It was like she used to live with the evil twin
and now, for some reason known to no one, she had found an
alternative universe where she got the good twin. He had a
job, he didn't touch drugs, he had a girlfriend that he
managed to hold on to for over 5 years and from what he
said to her the whole family liked his girlfriend and that
was new in it self. The most amazing fact to Cassie was the
fact that he genuinely cared about his sister and was a
devoted uncle. "How did Alicia do in her gymnastics
carnival?" He asked as they sat over a cup of coffee.
"Ah. great." Cassie had replied.
"And Lachie? Did he kick a goal in his soccer game last
week?"
"Ah ha, two," She said taking a guess.
While Patrick was out mowing her lawn, Cassie took the time
to have a better look at the house she guessed she now
owned, or was paying the mortgage on. It was a lot bigger
than her bachelor pad town house had been and it was a lot
cleaner than her old place, even before the Evil Patrick
had trashed it. A look at an electricity bill that was
stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet told her it was in
a suburb in the North East of Adelaide called Modbury.
About 45 minutes drive from her old West Lakes address. She
also noted that her last name appeared to be Taylor.
She made a quick tour of the whole house. There were three
bedrooms; the master (or was that mistress?) bedroom was
not overly feminine but there were no outward signs of
masculinity there. No male clothes, at least none that
wouldn't fit her much smaller frame, no aftershave or any
other of the male odds and sods that only until the day
before filled her old room. The large wardrobe was full of
women's clothes but Cassie got the impression there was
more wardrobe than clothes, as if some one else used to
share the space. Moving on, she gave a quick glance at an
en suite bathroom that again showed no sign of a male
occupant.
There was a large lounge room replete with TV, video, CD
system and a whole lot of CD's Rick would never listen to.
Further along on the grand tour was a split-level room
where it appeared the children, her children she reminded
herself, played with a myriad of toys or sat and watch
television. Lastly, she came across two smaller bedrooms,
one where she had woken a little earlier that had to be
Lachlan's room and another decorated in pink and white that
was almost overflowing with dolls and stuffed animal toys.
"Alicia's bedroom," Cassie said to herself, still surprised
at the sound of her voice.
In the hallway, she stopped to look at the photographs hung
proudly on the wall. She took each one in like she used to
take in a crime scene, storing all sorts of information
away for later use.
The two photos that caught her attention the most were
taken around 10 or 11 years apart. The first showed her
dressed in a voluminous white gown standing next to a much
taller squared jaw man in a tuxedo. She couldn't put a
finger on it but for some reason she took an instant
dislike to the man.
The other photograph looked very new, judging by the face
she'd seen in the mirror that morning and it portrayed a
posed family setting. Cassie looked at her new self first
and was surprised at how well she scrubbed up. Age seemed
to show on Cassie a lot more than it did on Rick but then
she put it down to the two children who sat either side of
her in the picture. Both were fairly well dressed, the boy,
Lachie appeared around 10 years old and a very mischievous
grin took her attention straight away. "That kid is gonna
be trouble." She whistled. The little girl to her left in
the photo was a real cutie and as ashamed as Cassie was to
admit it she could see a resemblance to herself. Alicia had
a mass of long blonde hair and the dimples lit up the whole
photo. "She will be a real heartbreaker," the woman said,
and then wondered if she herself had broken many male
hearts.
With the grand tour over, she ventured out into the
backyard and found Patrick pretty much finishing up. "You
okay?" She asked surreptitiously eyeing his height to hers.
Patrick was just on six feet tall in the old mark, a height
Rick beat by a lazy four inches. Now Cassie guessed she was
more like 5'4" or there about and standing next to her
`little' brother she felt tiny.
"Sure, but I could murder a beer though." Pat glanced up at
the sky and sheepishly added, "even if the sun isn't quite
over the yardarm."
"It's not even 10 am yet." Cassie said. "Bugger it! I'll
see if I have any and I might just join you."
"You don't drink beer."
"Patrick, there's been a change around here, mate." She
smiled.
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Later on that afternoon, Cassie sat at her kitchen table
that was literally covered in paperwork. She'd managed to
get rid of Pat after a couple of beers and then reluctantly
went to the bathroom; it was either go and put up with
sitting down and wiping or peeing herself where she stood.
Next came an old favourite cure for a hang over: a long,
hot shower. Only this time, it took on a whole new level
of. niceness. At first she thought the water in the new
place was harder as it rained down upon her back but as she
turned to soak her front, a very feminine squeal emanated
from her lips. "Holy fuck," she giggled. "No wonder Claire
liked me playing with her fun bags. This is incredible!"
Then she introduced her new, supple body to an herbal body
wash.
Forty minutes later, she emerged from the shower glowing
pink, even though she had only lingered on her new private
parts for just a little longer than was necessary to wash
it. Next came what was rapidly becoming a new found past
time. She stood for a long time, at least 10 minutes, in
front of the mirror and contorted her face in as many ways
as she possibly could to see if her reflection would match
her. It always did.
For a tough ex-cop, looking in the mirror and seeing a
petite, pretty, blonde woman staring back was definitely a
novelty. Then she dropped the large bath towel and stared
at her naked body. `If it was a car,' she thought as she
stared, `I'd have to advertise it as sporty but can use a
little body work.' Her vision passed first over her face
but as Rick, he'd always found a woman with wet hair looked
totally different compared to when her hair was dry. Now as
she looked, she could see that the old Cassie, as she
already tended to refer to the life she'd taken over, must
style her hair to draw attention away from a square face
shape. She moved on and took in her eyes, large blue eyes
that a man could easily lose himself in. Her nose wasn't a
great feature but it didn't seem to matter because her
smile more than made up for it. She noticed with a little
bit of concern that worry lines were already appearing at
the corners of her eyes and mouth. "Bloody kids."
Her gaze drifted down and for the first time she really saw
her neck. Something that, as a man, was only ever noticed
when he hadn't had time to shave, now took on a beauty of
it's own. Cassie had a long slender neck that melted away
to quite impossibly small shoulders with deep hollows at
the collarbone. `I bet she looks stunning in a strapless
dress,' she thought absently as she looked at the breasts
that she guessed would do most of the work in holding up
said dress. Judging the size of her breasts wasn't all that
easy. Rick usually judged them by the handful but now she
was seeing breasts from an angle she'd never before
experienced but her hands were a lot smaller too. They
looked big to her, a little saggy, but big. `Looks like
she.I breast fed both Lachlan and Alicia,' Cassie thought
as she tried to come to terms with that idea. Breastfeeding
was such an alien thing to any man and in Rick Conlon's
mind, the last thing a woman's breasts were used for was
the actual reason for them being there.
She looked down a little further and noted that even though
she was slim, there was a definite paunch. if that was the
word for it, around her lower torso, about where her waist
used to be. Faint but noticeable stretch marks were evident
around that area too. She had womanly hips; childbearing
hips she guessed you could call them. Her thighs were a
little fatter than they probably should be, from the little
she could see when she turned sideways. They were lightly
dimpled with cellulite. The last thing that she looked at
was her "Map of Tasmania," that small, neat triangle of
blonde pubic hair that so resembled the southernmost state
in Australia. "How the hell did two kids managed to get out
of that tiny looking thing?" She asked out loud. "Bugger
that for a joke, how could any man find his way in there in
the first bloody place?"
Cassie would never know what it was but she acquainted it
with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder that she'd seen many
times on her job as a policeman. There were so many times
in her career where she'd been called out to a house to
tell some one that a loved one was dead and they seemed to
take the announcement in their stride.
She remembered the very first such call she'd made with
Mick Buller to tell a lady, Valerie Collins was her name,
that her 23 year old son had died in a motorcycle accident.
Her attitude had Rick Conlon stumped. Mrs. Collins took the
news as if they'd just told her that they'd found her
stolen car. She nodded, walked back into the house, offered
both men a cup of tea and a scone. When Buller told her, as
diplomatically as possible, that she was needed to identify
the body she simply nodded, stood up and left the room for
a while then came back with a jacket on and a handbag.
Conlon was amazed to see she'd taken the time to apply some
lipstick.
It was only when they escorted her to the morgue that
Buller and the younger policeman had a chance to talk.
"I've heard about dysfunctional families, Bull but this
bird takes the cake."
"Don't you believe it, son," Buller responded with a
knowing shake of his head. "It hasn't hit her yet but when
she sees her son smashed up on the slab, it will and by God
it will hit her hard."
"But we've told her that her kid's dead."
"Yeah, but she is holding out hope it's all some terrible
mistake and it's some one else's son in there." Just then
they entered the morgue with Val Collins and the coroner,
Conlon had to move at double time to catch her as she
stumbled. The screams of that mother in mourning still
filled his dreams now and then and she often wondered how
Mrs. Collins was managing.
Cassie was the same now. For some reason she realised that
she'd been treating it all like some whacked-out vacation
from her old self or a continuation of the high from the
evil Patrick's marijuana. This was real. She was now a
woman and would be for the foreseeable future. There were
two children who expected her to be their mum and what's
more, they deserved to have their mum. She needed to work
out who exactly she was, where she was, what her financial
situation was and how she was going to feed and clothe
Lachlan and Alicia, let alone herself.
"Time to get your shit together," she told her reflection.
So there she was, following the paper trail like so many
days and nights as a detective. Her whole life was laid out
before her and not all of it made sense. First rule of
police investigation was work out what you could of the 6
basic questions.
`Who' was obvious; it was she.
`What?' It was a gender change.
`Where?' "Buggered if I know," she said. "Was the `crime
scene' here in the new joint or over at Westlakes in my old
unit?"
`When?' Overnight. Somewhere between getting stoned and
waking up.
`Why?' That one had her stumped. She decided to go back to
it.
`How?' Another one she couldn't answer and somewhere in the
back of her mind, she wondered if she ever would.
Moving to the paper work, she found all of the usual
identification. There was a birth certificate for her, same
date, same parents, same place of birth. The name on it was
now Cassandra Louise Conlon and in the box for gender an F
stood in place of an M.
She also found a wedding certificate for herself and a
Michael Robert Taylor, a divorce decree for the two of them
and birth certificates for Lachlan David Taylor, now age 10
years and 3 months, and one for Alicia Ann Taylor, age 6
and one-half years.
All of the bank accounts she could find told her that she
was now paying off the house on her own and she had a
little nest egg of just over $3,000 that she guessed was
rainy day money. Apart from a regular paycheck and small
amount of government child allowance money, the only other
income she received was from the ex-husband in child
support. A small diary she found in a handbag told her that
it was his weekend with the kids.
There was one problem though. When she found a teledex, the
vast majority of names there were just first names and some
times there was two people with the same Christian name.
Like one Liz under `C' and another one under `S'. She was
stunned to see that there wasn't a Claire in there at all,
much less one under Claire under `P' for Perry, but after
thinking about it there wouldn't be. Rick had met Claire at
an awards night for his football team. Cassie guessed that
she never played football. All at once it hit her that if
Rick never met Claire, there could not be a Molly. Before
she knew what hit her, Cassie Taylor was crying and she
suddenly had a tiny idea what Val Collins felt on that
night all those many years ago when Rick and Buller turned
up and announced her son was dead.
When she started to cry, it was like opening the floodgates
and all of this grief seemed to flood her system: grief for
Molly, grief for Claire, and grief for Mrs. Collins. Grief
for Cassie herself and, more importantly, grief for Rick
Conlon and his lost life and masculinity.
It took a monumental effort and probably near three
quarters of an hour before she regained control of herself.
She didn't like the fact that she'd just broken down but in
retrospect, it was long overdue. All of the terrible things
she'd seen as a cop, her break up with Claire, the
shooting, and losing Molly on top of all that was the straw
that broke the camels back.
Cassie would never admit it but after pulling herself
together again, she felt relief roll over her like a wave.
She hit the phones to get more information and dialled the
number in the teledex marked `Work'
"Hello, James Elliot Centre, Eddie Rowe speaking. How can I
help you?" a young male voice asked.
Cassie was thrown for a loop, she'd known the James Elliot
Centre for many a year. It was the biggest rehabilitation
centre in South Australia for brain injuries and Conlon had
been there many times for his job, both as a uniformed cop
and a detective. "Err. Hello," she finally managed. "Can I
speak to Cassie Taylor please?" Silently she hoped she
didn't know the guy on the phone and more importantly, that
he didn't recognize her voice.
The man took a second or two to reply. "I'm sorry, Ms.
Taylor isn't working today. She'll be in again at 10 am on
Monday morning. You can leave a message with me, if you'd
like."
"No, that's okay, thanks. Actually I should have done this
yesterday and my boss will kill me if he finds out. I've
got some paperwork that she needs and I might lose my job
if she doesn't get them back to me Monday afternoon. I'll
drop them in there if that's okay."
"Sure, no sweat, love. Drop them in here at the office and
I'll make sure she gets them," Eddie said, trying to pile
on the charm.
"Well, I better make sure it gets to her," Cassie said, a
little breathier than she needed to. "Can you tell me what
her job title is?"
"Ms. Taylor is our social worker."
Cassie hung up without responding. "That's just great," she
spat. "Not only am I a chick but I `m a bloody do-gooder
chick."
Then there was a knock on the door.
"What do you want?" she yelled as she threw the door open.
There were two people standing there, a tall boy who looked
around 15 or 16 years old and a girl around Cassie's
height. The boy had brown hair and an easy grin while the
girl was lighter in colouring, her long blonde hair spilled
down her back and even though she looked more serious than
the boy, Cassie could see she was quite pretty. "What?" she
said, still a little too loudly.
"Looks like the old girl has got another victim," the girl
said after giving Cassie a cursory glance.
"You'll have to excuse her," the boy gestured towards the
girl. "She thinks that tact is something you use to pin a
poster to a wall."
"And he," the girl reported as quick as a flash, "thinks
that his nostrils are only there to keep his fingers warm."
Cassie just shook her head and went to close the door.
"Thanks for the floorshow kids, but whatever you're
selling, I don't want."
The boy stuck his foot in the door. "Have you been to Hong
Kong recently?"
"How the hell do you know that?" Cassie asked.
"You've got that look about you." The girl shrugged.
"What look?"
"Like you fell into a barrel of nipples and came out
sucking only your thumb."
The girl rolled her eyes and then leaned over and whacked
the kid on the head. "And you say I don't know about tact."
The boy made out like he was going to punch the girl but
obviously thought better of it. "Listen," he said to
Cassie. "It might be easier if we can come in."
Cassie wanted to kick them off her property and tell them
never to come back but there was something about them that
stopped her. They knew about Hong Kong when all of the
paperwork couldn't point to it and even her own brother
seemed to be under the impression that she hadn't left the
country since she became Mrs. Taylor 12 years ago. Slowly,
she moved out of the way of the door and motioned them in.
Without thinking, Cassie pointed them to a two seater sofa
and then sat with her legs spread apart on an armchair and
seemed to slump with a posture more at home in a front bar
of the local pub than around a table with the rest of the
women.
"Oh yeah. She definitely got you." The kid said and then
turned to the girl. "Well at least that explains the e-
mail."
The girl nodded.
Cassie decided that she better at least appear in control.
"Excuse me if I sound rude," she said. "But who the hell
are you and what the fuck are you both on about?"
"Hell, I'm sorry. My name is Stuart Denton and this is my
sister Jade." The boy, Stuart, stuck his hand out.
Cassie reluctantly shook it. "Cassie Taylor," she replied,
realising it was the first time she had introduced herself
with her new name.
Jade leaned over and gently placed her hand on Cassie's
shoulder. "And who did you use to be?" She asked softly.
"You know?" Cassie gasped, her smaller hand rushing to her
mouth. The news was a huge relief to her in one sense
because she was no longer alone but it was also a little
embarrassing, as Rick Conlon inside of her hated others
seeing him in this weaker frame.
"Let's just say I know the signs." Stuart grinned. In fact,
he knew pretty much as soon as he set eyes on her. It was
the hair mainly; pretty well every woman or girl Stuart
knew wouldn't walk around with hair that wasn't brushed.
The confused look on her face also helped him know but in
the end his hunch was confirmed by her angry attitude. "You
didn't answer the question."
"Rick. Rick Conlon."
The sister looked at her brother who looked right on back
at her. "Under the circumstances we'd better you Cassie."
"Call me whatever the hell you want as long as you can
explain what's going on."
"Shit. How long is a piece of string?" Stuart said
rhetorically. "It's kind of complicated."
"Listen kid, I woke up with tits this morning in a house
I'd never seen before, I have a job I wouldn't know the
first thing about and to top it all off, I discovered that
I am a mother to two children. Don't talk to me about
complicated."
"Okay, okay. Calm down a little. I don't know everything
but I can take an educated guess."
"I'm waiting."
"You ended up in Hong Kong and stumbled across a little old
lady selling Jade Boxes, right?"
"That was a present for a friend's fifteenth wedding
anniversary. He and I picked it together."
"You opened it?" Jade asked the obvious question.
"Ah ha. Why?"
" Jeez Cassie, do we have to draw you a diagram here?"
Stuart groaned.
"The box did this to me?" the woman asked. "That pissy
little piece of Jade?"
"Well technically, the box was only the instrument; the
tool, if you will. Put it this way, if you were going
hunting, I'd aim for Mamma Chow."
Just when Cassie didn't think she could be any more amazed,
the hits just kept on coming. "That nice little old Asian
woman? Why? Why would she do this to me?"
"Well, seeing as how I got an e-mail from her with this
address on it, I'd say it's not a punishment."
"It sure as hell feels like it is!"
"Some jilted woman didn't ask her to do it," Jade
translated. "What we can't work out is why she needed us to
come over here. Doesn't some one else know?"
"Should they?"
"Was your friend alone with Mamma Chow at all?"
Cassie turned her head to face Stuart again before shaking
her head, tendrils of blonde hair shifting with the
movement. "No."
"And you weren't told?"
"Yeah, the Chinese woman told me but I thought I'd open the
box for a laugh."
"Sorry," Jade shrugged guiltily. "Stupid question."
Cassie ignored her and then asked her brother, "What has
any of this got to do with anything?"
"There are rules with the box; two that I know of. The
first is that only the people who know the purpose of the
box will know you as Rick and anyone else will think that
Cassie has always been around."
"You say you got an e-mail from this woman? That's good,
right? I can e-mail her and get her to sort this all out."
Stuart rolled his eyes just a little and shook his head.
"That's the second rule. She can't change you back even if
she wanted to. Anyway, there's something you need to know
from the start and that is never underestimate Mamma Chow.
My computer wasn't even switched when I went back to bed,
let alone connected to the net."
"So I am screwed?"
"Not if you keep your knees together," Jade smiled.
"What we can't work out is why she got us involved," Stuart
said after throwing a dirty look at his sister.
"How do you know Mamma Chow?"
"That's a long story," the boy sighed.
"He opened a box seven months ago," Jade blurted.
"You were a girl?"
Stuart went bright red and he stumbled over his words. "Not
originally. No."
"You should have seen him Cassie. He became quite the
little clothes horse."
"As opposed to her whose just horse faced," Stuart shot
back.
"Are you two always this bad?"
Jade shook her head. "Sorry," she said grinning sheepishly.
"Actually, this is pretty tame for us."
"How does your mother cope with two fighting kids?"
"I don't know Cassie, but you might need to take lessons
from her soon. Maybe you can tell us a little about
yourself and how you came to open the box. We can go from
there."
Cassie didn't really want to tell them anything but she
knew that their help would be vital if she was to have any
hope of maintaining the charade that a tough ex-cop is
actually pretty, single working mother of two. She bit her
lip and then launched into her story.
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