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Elizabeth Grey - Part 14: Friends.
By Carmenica Diaz
Thinking the best time to telephone Cleo, Mandy and Mel was
mid-morning, I waited until the next day before I placed Toby's
piece of paper firmly on the table and picked up the telephone.
The telephone rang a few times before a sleepy voice grunted,
'hello!'
'I was looking for Cleo Rosser...'
'Who wants to know...'
'Liz Grey.'
Suddenly, she was wide-awake. 'Liz? Liz Grey? Is that really
you?'
Laughing, I said, 'why does everyone say that when I telephone
them?'
'Probably because we thought you had died or something,' Cleo
said bluntly and I smiled to myself. It's good to see some
things do not change.
'I'm not dead,' I said lightly.
'It felt like it.'
'Cleo,' I said softly, 'I'm ringing to apologise and to see you
so I can explain. I owe you an explanation and you're not making
it easy.'
'What did the others say?'
'I haven't rung them yet, you're the first.'
'Oh.' She was obviously surprised at that. 'Why me?'
'C comes before the two M's,' I teased and she laughed.
'Cheeky tart!'
'Cleo, I'm interested in getting Femme Fatale together if you
are, but first I need to explain and clear the air...'
'You don't have to do that, Liz...'
'I do!'
'No you don't, I want to reform the band too, so...'
'After I explain, you may change your mind,' I said soberly.
'Oh.'
'I'd like to tell you all at once. Can you come across to
Notting Hill tonight? If you've got nothing on of course...'
'I'll cancel it. Give me the address.'
'Can I speak to Mandy Macklin, please?'
'Speaking.'
'Hello Mandy, this is Liz...'
'Liz Grey? It is you, isn't it?'
'Yes,' I said softly, 'it is.'
'Are you ok, are you healthy now?'
I felt warm at the concern in her voice. Mandy was the mid-range
between Cleo's cool bluntness and Mel's emotionally charged
views and was very perceptive. In the background, I could hear
Billy Ocean singing Caribbean Queen on her radio.
'I am very healthy. I had some problems but I've fully
recovered.'
'That's wonderful to hear, Liz. Are you performing again?'
'Not yet, that's why I'm ringing. I remember our conversation on
that last night...'
'Before you disappeared?'
'Yes,' I said evenly, 'before I took off. I am interested in
reforming...'
'So am I,' Mandy said with a short laugh, 'I think we all are.'
'...but I need to apologise and tell you something, explain if
you like. After I've told you, you might decide you don't want
to be a part of Femme Fatale.'
'Why, whom have you killed, Liz?' Mandy joked.
Technically, I thought, I've killed Allan Stratton. 'No one,' I
laughed, 'but this is serious. If you've got nothing on tonight,
I'd like you to come over to Notting Hill so I can explain to
all of you...'
'What's the address?'
'Yeah?' It was a man's voice, American and he sounded half
asleep.
'Is Melissa Ramsay there?'
I heard rustling and the man's voice say, 'it's for you, honey.'
'Tell them I'm asleep, tell them to go away,' I heard Mel's
muffled voice. God, I realised, she's in bed with a bloke!
'She's still asleep,' the man returned to the telephone, voice
still thick with sleep.
'Could you tell her it's Liz Grey?'
He yawned and I heard him say, 'it's some chick called Liz.'
There was a scrambling noise, fingers rasping on the 'phone.
'Liz?' Mel's voice was breathless. 'Liz Grey?'
'Hello Mel,' I said.
'Liz? It's you?'
'Yes, it's me.'
I expected a barrage of questions or silence, but not Mel's
reaction. Without warning, she began crying. I could hear her
sniffling and I heard the man asked, 'what's wrong, honey?'
'Shut up,' I heard her distantly hiss as Mel's voice was away
from the phone and I guessed she had put the phone down while
she wiped her face. 'Liz?' Her voice was close again in my ear
and full of raw emotion - so like Mel.
'Hello, Mel,' I answered warmly. 'It's been a while...'
'Liz, are you all right... are you well?'
'Yes, Mel, I am, thanks.'
Her companions voice filtered down the line, 'what's going on?'
'Leave me alone, will you?' Mel's voice was muffled again and I
guessed she had her hand over the telephone. 'Liz, are you still
there?'
'Yes, I'm here.'
'Sorry about that...'
'Mel, are you interested in getting Femme...'
'Yes! Of course I want to! I've prayed you'd get well and we'd
be able to do it again. I really did.'
'Mel,' I said seriously, 'I need to explain some things to you
all, so you know and you may not want to go ahead with it once
you do know...'
Mel's voice was immediately full of concern. 'Liz, you are all
right, aren't you?'
'Yes, I am...'
'Really all right?'
I chuckled. 'Yes, really! If you've got nothing on tonight...'
'What's the address?' I gave it to her and just before I hung up
she said, 'it's great to hear your voice, it really it is.'
'Do you really wish to do this, my dear?' Jeremy asked as he set
some wineglasses on the table.
'I have to, Jeremy; I have to tell them the truth. It will come
out one day, I'm not ashamed but they should at least know. I
can't lie to them, it's not right.'
'I know, I know,' he soothed, 'I just wanted to make sure.'
Smiling, I took his hands and kissed his cheek. 'Thanks so much
for everything Jeremy, I hope to pay you back.'
'Of course you do, you wouldn't be Liz if you didn't. I suspect
this reunion of this band is to do exactly that, isn't it?'
'It had crossed my mind. Thanks for allowing me to invite them
here. You don't have to go out, you can stay.'
'No,' he said, 'this should be between you four. Besides, Dean
has reservations to some fabulous restaurant; I couldn't stay
even if I wanted to. Goodnight, darling and,' he added as he
opened the front door, 'you look fabulous.'
I was wearing a black wool dress and high heels. Perhaps I chose
the dress to show off my curves, to be as feminine as possible.
Jeremy had restyled my hair but we had agreed that I should stay
with a classical look rather than adopt the current fashion of
feathered hair or, even worse, the overly teased look.
Although it was terribly immodest of me, I thought I looked
great. Jeremy had surprised me with some tinted contacts and my
eyes were brilliant and my hair thick and rippling with
highlights. The increased breast size made me feel womanly and
I had noticed the way that some men constantly spoke to my chest
but, I didn't really mind, especially if they verged on being
attractive themselves.
The wine was chilled, the tea and coffee made and Jeremy had
even arranged for some small snacks, but I guessed we wouldn't
be eating that much. Even though I had high hopes, the realistic
and cynical part of me said that I would probably be drinking
alone the moment I told them.
Janet had given me some papers about Gender Dysphoria and I had
them copied, ready to hand out. I wondered if they would bother
to read them, even if I would get to the stage of handing the
papers out and they would all just walk out.
Liz Grey does exist, I told myself again. Jeremy had conducted
some discreet investigations through his many contacts and had
established that the documentation Angela had arranged for
Elizabeth Anne Grey was genuine and, to all appearances,
existed.
Looking in the mirror, I smiled. There's proof, I thought,
there's living proof that Elizabeth Anne Grey exists.
I opened the wine and poured myself a glass, slipping the bottle
back into the ice bucket. Standing by the window, waiting, I
sipped the wine and felt the butterflies take off and begin
flying formation within my stomach.
A taxi pulled up and I guessed it was the girls. As I expected,
they had arranged to arrive together and I'm sure I had been the
hot topic of conversation in the back seat of the taxi.
They stood on the footpath looking at the building and my
butterflies suddenly multiplied. Mel had the latest hair,
crimped with multiple scrunchies and was wearing an off the
shoulder shirt with a tank top and a super tight mini. Mandy had
a pink sweater, a stonewashed denim jacket and black T-pants.
Cleo wore her usual black jeans, boots and a white pull-over but
she was wearing a new romantic style pirate jacket.
My fingers trembled as I put the wineglass on the table and
walked to the door just as the buzzer sounded. Taking a deep
breath, I opened the door, wondering what sort of greeting I
would receive.
Mel leapt at me and seized me in a gigantic hug, squeezing the
very life out of me and when she finally released me, tears were
streaming down her smiling face.
Cleo rolled her eyes at Mel's emotive display and then hugged me
a little more sedately, followed by Mandy. As I led them
through, Cleo, as usual, bluntly asked, 'is this your place,
Liz? It's fabulous.'
'No, it belongs to a friend of mine. He's letting me stay here.'
'He?' Mandy said, raising her eyebrows and I smiled.
'Jeremy is out at dinner with his partner, Dean.'
'Oh,' Mandy said, still looking around and then back at me. 'You
look fabulous, Liz, absolutely stunning, what have you done?'
'Thanks. I guess I've put on a bit of weight,' I said, not yet
ready to admit to the cosmetic surgery. 'I was pretty run down
when we last saw each other.' They nodded and I could see they
were also nervous.
'A glass of wine or would you like tea or coffee?'
They took the wine and sat down on the sofa and looked at me as
I nervously looked at them. 'Well,' I said brilliantly, 'here we
are.'
'Yes,' Mandy agreed, 'here we are.'
'God,' I groaned, 'I don't know where to start.'
'Look, Liz,' Mandy said, the spokesperson again, 'we talked
about it in the taxi. We all want to get Femme Fatale back
together again.' Cleo and Mel nodded, watching me. 'We all think
that when we played together, we were something special so we
want it again. If you want to call it Elizabeth Grey and Femme
Fatale, we're fine with that as well.'
'Liz,' Mel said, 'we like you a lot; we thought we were friends
and want to be again. We trust you and will go along with
everything you want, ok?'
'We'll play what you want,' Cleo added bluntly. 'We won't even
tell you to slump.'
I groaned and drank the last of my wine. 'That's not it, I'm
afraid,' I said as I refilled my glass, which I held up and said
softly, 'I need the courage.'
'For god's sake, Liz, tell us!' Cleo said.
'You're right,' I rushed out. 'I want us to play together as
Femme Fatale, I loved the partnership we had, all of us having
our say and I wouldn't want that to change. I definitely don't
want to be the boss of the band, I'm afraid I'd be absolutely
useless at it, I'm always late and totally disorganised,' I said
smiling weakly and I saw they all had smiles. 'As for selecting
material, no way, that has to be a group decision. I wouldn't
have thought of 'Autumn in New York' before it was suggested by
a music teacher.'
My stomach was so full of butterflies I thought they'd fly out
of my mouth and flood the room. 'I also trust you and I hope
that we can tell each other the truth...'
'We agree, Liz, agree with everything you say...'
'...so I have to tell you the truth about me, in case it comes
out later.'
'Liz,' Cleo interrupted, 'if you're going to tell us that you
and that Angela bird had a big love affair, we don't care! It's
no big deal, we've all done it or come close.'
Mandy raised her eyebrow at Cleo who blinked. 'Well, I did
once,' she admitted, looking at her glass of wine.
'Cleo,' I jumped in, 'it's a little bigger than that. And Angela
and I did not, as you say, have a big love affair. She's in love
with my brother.' I sat down in front of them, carefully put the
wineglass on the coffee table and rested my shaking hands on my
knees. I looked at their faces - Mel's was full of concern,
Mandy had that solemn look she gets when she's concentrating and
Cleo was waiting, just waiting but I saw her finger was softly
tapping the rim of her wineglass.
I took a deep breath and said, 'I was born a man.'
Their eyes bulged and it was Cleo who first spoke. 'Never!'
I kept my eyes down and felt them filling. 'Liz?' Mandy said in
a low voice, 'are you telling us you were once a man?'
Not trusting myself to speak or look at them, I nodded.
'You had operations and stuff?' Cleo asked incredulously and I
nodded again. She gave a short whistle. 'Well, give me the name
of your doctor,' Cleo said dryly, 'I wouldn't mind looking like
you!'
Still without looking at them I picked up the documents that
explained Gender Dysphoria and handed them out. 'This is some
information from my doctors, explaining things,' I said faintly,
standing by the mantelpiece, feeling their eyes on me.
Mel began reading and I worried that she, the emotional one had
not said anything. Mandy glanced at the paper while Cleo let it
dangle from one hand, her eyes still moving over me.
'Well,' Mandy said shakily, 'I would never have guessed this in
a million years.' She held the paper in one hand while looking
me up and down, studying me carefully.
Mel put the paper down, stood up and my heart leapt to my mouth.
She's leaving, I thought wildly, she's disgusted and is walking
out!
Instead, Mel walked over and hugged me tightly and I hugged her
back gratefully. 'Liz,' she said smiling at me, 'thanks for
telling us, but I've only known you as Liz, I couldn't think of
you any other way. You'll always be Liz to me.'
'Thanks Mel,' I said, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Cleo scrunched the piece of paper up and I looked at her,
startled by her action and she shrugged. 'I'm never going to
read this stuff, too bloody complicated. I agree with Mel,
you're Liz and always will be.' Cleo hugged me and then picked
up the bottle of wine to fill everybody's glasses.
'Mandy?' I asked, wiping my eyes, 'I know it's a big shock...'
She smiled. 'I am amazed by your bravery, Liz Grey, totally
blown away by it. I'm glad you're my friend,' she said, hugging
me. That was it, I completely broke down with the absolute
relief.
They comforted me until I was able to string words together.
'So,' blunt Cleo asked, 'have you got all the equipment?'
'Cleo!' Mel reprimanded her, horrified and I smiled.
'I don't mind, Mel. I have some of it and I will have major
surgery in the future to finish it all.'
'Do you like blokes or birds?' Cleo asked, sipping wine and then
munching one of Jeremy's snacks.
'Blokes, I'm afraid.'
'Bugger,' Cleo said equally, 'so we still have to compete with
you for the blokes?'
'I'll slump when playing,' I said lightly and they grinned.
Mandy looked at me thoughtfully. 'Where did that voice come
from, Liz? Did you sing when you were... you know.'
I shook my head. 'No, never, it was only when I started down
this path that I tried.'
Mandy nodded and then put her glass down firmly. 'This is how I
see it,' she said and I waited for her pronouncement. Mandy
always seemed to be the one that summed things up for us all,
got us thinking along the same path and all of us waited. 'I
can't imagine you as a bloke, Liz, I tried in my head but it
won't work.'
'Not for me either,' Mel said, nibbling on a snack.
'So thanks for telling me,' Mandy continued, 'but when I leave
here tonight, I'm going to forget what you've told me. I'm
really touched you trust us this much but as far as I'm
concerned, you're Liz Grey, my friend. And that,' she said, 'is
that!'
'Me too,' Cleo said. 'I don't care what you were, I care about
you now.'
'Agreed,' Mel sang.
I smiled tightly and tried to stop crying. 'God,' Cleo groaned
when she saw the tears, 'she's as emotional as you, Mel.'
'And what is wrong with that?' Mel snapped, coming over to hug
me.
The conversation flowed more easily after that, talking about
music, Heather's wedding and other small pieces. 'Liz,' Mandy
said gently, 'before we leave here, you should tell us what
happened in Europe so we understand and can protect you.'
'Good idea,' Cleo said and so I did.
'So the bloke who owns this place basically saved your life?'
Mandy asked.
'I don't know if it's as dramatic as that, but I like to think
so.'
'I think your Mum sounds wonderful,' Mel said dreamily.
'Your brother needs a right kicking!' Cleo said darkly. 'I
should give my brother a call.'
'Cleo, don't even think of that, please?' I asked, alarmed and
she nodded a grudging agreement.
The door opened and Jeremy came in, stopping when he saw us
still there. 'Oh dear,' he said, 'I've not walked in at the
wrong time, have I Liz?'
'No,' I said walking over and taking his arm to lead him to the
sofas, 'you haven't. Girls, this is Jeremy, my friend...'
I couldn't get any more words in as Mel rushed over and hugged
him. 'Thanks for everything you did for Liz.'
'Not at all,' Jeremy said, looking a little uncomfortable as Mel
hugged him again.
Laughing I took his hand and introduced him to everyone.
'Where's Dean?' I asked after a moment. 'You haven't had a
fight, have you?'
'Goodness no,' Jeremy laughed, 'he has to work early tomorrow so
we decided on an early night.'
'Here's a glass of wine, Jeremy,' Cleo said handing him one and
then pushed a glass into my hand. 'A toast,' she said, 'Femme
Fatale.'
'Femme Fatale,' we all said and then we sat and smiled at each
other.
I looked around the room at my four best friends, people who
have stuck with me and not attempted to use me for their selfish
needs.
Jeremy was talking to Mandy and laughing, Cleo and Mel sat
listening, leaning against each other and I felt so full, so
warm at seeing them like that.
'A toast,' I said, smiling brightly, 'to one of the greatest
treasures in this world.' They picked up their glasses and
waited, smiling warmly at me. 'To friendship,' I said.
'To friendship,' they all said and, as I felt a tear roll down
my cheek, I pictured Cleo rolling her eyes at my emotion and
looked up. Mel, not surprisingly had a tear and Mandy was
blinking but Cleo of all people was wiping her eyes and she
smiled faintly and shrugged as Mel hugged her.
Friends. Where would we be without them?
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