The not so innocent minds Ch 2 STANDALONE
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Home Alone 12
By
Susan Brown
1
As I rode my bike in the ever increasing gloom of the early evening, I
could hardly see where I was going through the tears of anguish and pain
that I was suffering after that horrible meeting with Jackson.
I was soon out of breath and I slowed down. This meant that the sweat on
my body began to cool me down. I was just wearing a thin dress and I was
getting increasingly cold.
I was getting more and more tired. I had only been riding for about
fifteen minutes and I had already had enough.
I wobbled to a stop, my breath coming out as gasps I was getting light
headed.
I got off my bike, sat against a tree and shut my eyes. I was feeling
quite faint and not a little bit sick.
I sat there for some time and finally felt well enough to carry on. I had
to get away. I didn't want to get caught. It was a bit like deja vous.
On I went and I must admit that I was getting a bit scared. I was out on
my own and it was now almost dark. I was on an unlit road and I was
having a bit of trouble seeing where I was going. Then I saw, up ahead a
place that I recognised. It was where I lost my mum and dad. The place
where it all started to go wrong. I stopped by the tree where our car had
crashed. It still bore the scars of the accident. I put my bike up
against the tree and sat down again. I was really tired now and I had
little or no energy left. I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting away.
2
I woke up gradually, not really knowing where I was. I could hear voices
from a long way off but as I gradually surfaced I could hear them more
clearly.
I opened my gummed up eyes and realised that I was lying in a bed. I felt
disorientated and not really with it. Then I saw a face loom into view.
It was Nicola!
"Hi, sleepyhead, you've woken up, at last."
"Where am I?"
"At home, silly!"
I looked around and realised that I was back in the bedroom I had used
before.
Just then the door opened and Mrs Bright came in.
"Shoo, Nicola, before I get you to do the washing up AND the drying."
"That's not fair; I always do the dirty jobs!"
"Go away, now."
"OK, see you later."
With that, Nicola ran from the room.
"And shut the door!"
"Yes Mummy Dear."
The door shut quietly and Mrs Bright came over and sat on the bed.
"How do you feel, Katie?"
"A bit tired and weak. What happened?"
"Don't you remember?"
Then it all came flooding back. How that horrible man Mr Jackson had said
hateful things about me and made me run away. I teared up at that. I
didn't want to think about it but I was back in the soup again.
Mrs Bright came up close and gave me a cuddle.
"There, there honey, don't worry."
That reminded me. "Where's Honey?"
"Outside looking for mice, knowing her. She been on your bed all night
and only left about half an hour ago."
"How did you find me," I sniffed.
"Well, I must admit we were a bit worried. We didn't realise what had
happened until you were well away from the house. We all got into cars
and searched for you. It was Robin and Nicola that found you. Huddled
under that old tree and not looking very well. They brought you back here
quickly and Robin had a good look at you. He said that you was OK but
needed the rest. You have diabetes and you need to look after yourself.
You can't go running off like that. It could have been dangerous."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do."
"Robin and I blame ourselves. If we knew what that stupid man was going
to say, we would not have let him into the house, let alone see you
without us being there."
"It's my fault. I shouldn't be so bad."
"What do you mean, bad?"
"Look at me. I am a boy but I feel a girl. That's not right."
"Don't be silly. You should not feel bad like that. Because inside you
believe with all you heart that you are a girl and idiots like Jackson
try to hurt you because they just don't understand. OK you have a penis,
but that is something that can be sorted out when you are old enough to
decide what you want to do with it. You may want to stay as you are or
you may want to make a complete change. You are very young. You shouldn't
worry too much about this now."
"So what am I going to do? Mr Jackson will want to put me in a home."
"No he won't. He has been fired by the Social Services Department. He has
been in trouble before and they decided that his form of intolerance and
abuse has no place in the department. But about you..."
I looked at her, with dread. What was going to happen to me?
3
"I couldn't tell you before and I told Nicola not to say anything on pain
of having her sweets withdrawn. A very serious thing for her."
"Wwwhat do you mean?"
"Well, what you don't know is that Nicola came to us when she was two
years old. We are not her natural parents. Her mother died in shortly
after she was born and she was brought up by her father. Unfortunately,
he could not take the loss of his wife and nine months later committed
suicide. Robin and I can't have children naturally so for many years now,
we have been foster parents. In fact we have fostered over the last
fifteen years, about forty kids. Nicola was a lovely child and we decided
to ask if we could adopt her. It took a long time and loads of paperwork
but she is now our daughter."
This information shocked me. I suppose being so young, I was a bit self-
centred, thinking that only I had troubles. Now I found that Nicola had
had problems too. I looked at Mrs Bright and she was smiling. She was
clever. She could probably tell what I was thinking.
Well, Katie, you might be wondering what all this is about well..."
There was a tap on the door.
"Come in," said Mrs Bright."
It was Mr Bright.
"Hi Katie, how are you feeling?"
"Fine thanks, but a bit tired."
"That's to be expected. No more running off now!"
"Sorry."
"That's OK." He turned to Mrs Bright, "Have you told her?"
"Not yet, but I've discussed Nicola with her."
"OK," he said sitting on the bed.
Mrs Bright continued.
"Now Katie, we have spoken to Social Services and we all think that
because of the problems that you have had and to save you any more worry,
you should stay with us as a foster child. That is if you want to."
I looked at them both. They had been so nice and kind to me.
"Please can I stay?"
"Of course."
With that they came and gave me a big hug, closely followed by Nicola who
jumped on the bed and made a lot of noise. I was sure that she had been
listening at the keyhole.
"Be quiet, Nicola," said Mrs Bright, smiling. "She's still fragile and
you will put her back six months if you don't stop."
We'll leave you to talk to Katie in peace," said Mr Bright, grabbing a
protesting Nicola, throwing her over his shoulder and leaving the room
laughing.
When it was quiet again, Mrs Bright carried on telling me what was going
to happen.
"There are a few problems we need to sort out. Firstly, as you know, as
far as the authorities are concerned, you are an orphan and we need to
sort out with your parents" solicitor, what is going to happen to your
house and all the other things owned by your parents. Secondly, we need
to get you into a school. But initially, we need you to see someone who
is an expert in gender problems."
"What's that?"
"Well, other people have problems with whether they are male or female
and it helps to have tests and talk to experts who can tell you what they
think is best for you. We need to find out a bit more about how you feel
and then we can take a course of action that's best for you. Because of
the urgency of the situation, I have pulled in a few favours and I have
arranged for you to see Phillipa Newman she's a psychiatric doctor with a
bit of experience with your problem and she will be here in about 2 hours
time. She happens to be a friend of mine and is on a couple of committees
with me. Her daughter is in the same class as Nicola and I'm sure that
you will like her. Now get some rest and I will wake you up in about an
hour's time. Then you can get ready to meet her."
I lay down in bed and after a quick kiss, Mrs Bright pulled the curtains
and I as was quite tired after all that had happened, I fell into a
dreamless sleep.
4
After what seemed like seconds, I was woken up with a gentle touch on my
face. It was Mrs Bright again.
"Hello sleepy, how are you and how did this little scamp of a cat get
onto your bed?"
I looked down to the bottom of the bed and there was Honey, curled up and
fast asleep. She was purring quietly.
"I don't know how she does that. She must walk through walls," I said,
rubbing my eyes as I woke up. "Now Katie, lets get you dressed, unless
you want to see Phillipa in your nightie."
"OK," I replied jumping out of bed. The nap had done wonders for me and I
felt a lot better.
In no time, I was wearing a white tee shirt, a pair of Capri pants and
pink fluffy slippers, drinking a glass of milk in the kitchen with the
family and getting anxious again, just like last time. I had visions of
someone like Jackson and I must admit that I was not looking forward to
the coming meeting.
Mrs Bright must have seen me looking worried and said, "Don't worry,
Phillipa is a sweetie and anyway, I will be with you when you meet her.
Half an hour later I was sitting in the lounge watching cartoons with
Nicola.
All too soon the door bell rang and Mrs Bright came in with a lady about
the same age as her, but taller with blond hair, blue eyes and a nice
smile.
Katie, this is Phillipa, the lady I told you about."
"Hello Katie, how are you today?"
"Fine thanks."
"Hi, Nicola,"
"Hi Doctor P."
"Nicola. Don't call Phillipa that! You know that she doesn't like it and
anyway, haven't you got some homework to do?"
"Yes, Mummy," she said with a sigh in her voice as she left the room
mumbling something about "not fair."
Phillipa sat down opposite me and Mrs Bright sat next to me and held my
hand. It made me feel a bit better.
"OK, Katie, lets find out a bit about you. Tell me your story."
"All of it?"
"Yes, from the beginning. Tell me about when you first felt you were a
girl and all that you can remember about the problems you have had
since."
I took a deep breathe and started talking.
Well, I was about eight years old when I first tried on my mothers
dress...
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I talked for ages. It was good for me. A sort of release I suppose. I
told her about my friend Sarah and how she gave me some clothes. The
accident and how I decided to live alone as the girl I had always felt I
was. The hiding and lying I had to do to hide the fact that I no longer
had parents to look after me. Finding Nicola at the shopping centre and
how I finally found myself living with the Brights.
By the time I had finished, my throat was dry from all the talking so Mrs
Bright went to get us all drinks. While she was gone, Phillipa asked me a
few more questions.
"OK, Katie, you have told me the facts, but how do you really feel. Do
you think that you are a boy that likes the feel of girls clothing or
playing dress up? Or is it that you are frightened of being a boy and
expected to be big, tough and rough or are you a girl in the wrong body?"
"I am a girl. I've always known it since I was little. I kept looking at
myself when I was small. I couldn't work out why I was dressed like a boy
and expected to act like a boy. My parents loved me but I'm sure that
they wouldn't have understood even if I explained it to them."
"Knowing how much they loved you, I am sure that they would have helped
you all they could if they new what you was going through."
"I suppose, but I'll never know now."
Just then, Mrs Bright came in with the drinks.
"Here we are," she said putting arty down on the coffee table.
I drank my juice while the two ladies chatted about the price of
groceries and other boring grown up things.
When we finished, Phillipa gave me some sheets with questions on it and
asked me to go to my room and fill in the answers being as careful and
truthful as possible and then she would see me when I had finished.
I went up to my bedroom, sat at the dresser, got a pen out and studied
the questions.
They were a bit funny mainly yes or no answers like what colour I liked,
what shape did I prefer, what games I liked to play. Silly ones like
which came first chicken or egg. There were about 60 questions and it
took about 20 minutes to finish.
I took the sheets downstairs and handed the answers to Phillipa.
"Thank you, dear. Now I'll go somewhere quiet and check your answers."
She went out, followed by Mrs Bright. Of course, when the coast was
clear, Nicola crept in.
"Everything OK?"
"Um, I think so."
"What happened?"
I proceeded to tell her about the chat with Phillipa and the test that I
had to take.
"Weird," said Nicola.
Just then Mrs Bright and Phillipa came into the room.
"Finished your homework, Nicola?
"Umm."
"Scoot!"
Nicola scooted and the ladies sat down.
"Well, Katie," said Phillipa, "I have scored your test and the findings
are that you have all the indications of being a girl. It's not
conclusive but with everything else you have told me, I am recommending
to the authorities that until we find out otherwise, you should be
treated as a girl. You need to know that there are others in the same
position as you. You are lucky in as much as many kids with gender issues
hide the problem and it can get to the stage when they try to take their
life. Although you have male parts, this can be sorted out when you are
older. I want you to go to a clinic where they can give you a full
medical examination. We need to find out how near you are to the onset of
puberty. You know what that is?"
I nodded.
"Good. Just to let you know that we are able to stop puberty starting,
with the use of certain drugs. But we need to be very careful as they can
be dangerous if the prescription is wrong. Anyway, you have taken in a
lot today so I will see you next week and then we can get things moving
for you."
With that she said goodbye and left.
Mrs Bright came in again and sat down beside me.
"Well, Katie, how do you feel about things."
"Much better thanks. Everyone is being so nice to me."
"Well, you deserve it after all you have been through."
I yawned.
"I think that you should go up to bed and have another nap, young lady.
Go on, off you go. I will be upstairs in a minute to tuck you in."
I went upstairs, continually yawning. I would be glad when I was back to
normal and not have to sleep every five minutes.
I hated to sleep dressed so I took my clothes off, put on my nightie and
got into bed. Honey, the lazy girl, hadn't moved for hours and only
lifted one eye to look at me, purr a bit louder and then went back to
sleep again.
Mrs Bright came in, as promised, to tuck me in.
"Have a nice sleep, sweetie."
"Mrs Bright?"
"Yes love?"
"Where will I go to school?"
"Well I was going to tell you tomorrow but it looks as if we may be able
to get special permission for you to go to Nicola's school. As the
authorities will be treating you as a girl and you will probably be
taking hormone therapy, the head mistress is sympathetic and is sure that
with precautions, you would fit into the school very well. But you will
have to see her first so that she can assess you for suitability and we
can start to sort that out tomorrow."
"That's nice," I said yawning.
"Now you go to sleep."
She kissed my forehead and got up to leave.
"Mrs Bright."
She came back and sat on the bed.
"What wrong, dear?"
"Nothing. Only..."
"What?"
"Well, would you be very angry if I called you Mummy. I loved my Mum and
Dad very much and I will never ever forget them and I'm sure that they
wouldn't mind and if you can't foster me for ever , I would understand
and Nicola wouldn't be angry and........"
"Shhhh, Katie. Of course you can call me Mummy and what about Robin, will
you call him Dr Bright or Daddy?"
"Daddy, of course!"
"That's good. I have a feeling that if everything goes well, and you like
us as much as we like you, Nicola will have a new sister called Katie as
soon as possible."
I heard a muffled "Whoopee!" from outside the door.
Mummy smiled. "There's nothing wrong with Nicola's hearing!"
I got another kiss and my new Mummy went out and quietly shut the door.
I took a little bit of time to go to sleep.
I remembered all the good times that I had had with my Mum and Dad. I
just knew that they would approve of the Brights and that made me feel
good. I would never forget them and love them always but I had to make a
new life for myself.
What that life would be and how I would cope with changing physically
from a boy to a girl and also, not forgetting how I would get on at my
new school, and yuk diabetes, would be an interesting and probably bumpy
ride.
End of Book 1
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