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A Different Plane of Existence
By Karen Page
Part Fourteen
The next morning Kirsty was worried what Charlotte would say about her
late night declaration, but Charlotte thought that it had been a dream,
so the two of them carried on as if nothing had happened. Charlotte was
more worried about having woken the household.
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you all," she apologised over breakfast.
"It isn't a problem," reassured Mrs Wilson. "Losing your parents is
always traumatic. If you ever feel like talking about it then it will
never go further than this family."
"I know, but it isn't something I feel I can do. I know it helps to
talk about things but I'm not ready yet. Perhaps in a few weeks, or
months, I'll have the courage."
"Whenever you're ready," said Mrs Wilson patting Charlotte's hand.
"Where do you keep the clean sheets? I think I ruined mine last night."
"You should've said last night and I'd have got some out for you. I was
awake and came to your room but Kirsty seemed to be helping you a lot
better than I probably could."
"It's good having someone my age," agreed Charlotte, which made Kirsty
smile.
"I'll change the sheets after breakfast," offered Mrs Wilson. "I'll
also put a few spare bedclothes in the bottom set of drawers of the
large chest, in your room. That way you won't have to worry about
disturbing us. There's nothing worse that sleeping in sweat covered
sheets."
"Thank you."
"Now to something a bit more exciting, do you have a passport?"
"Yes, why?"
"Well we are planning to go away at the end of July and needed to make
sure you had everything you needed?"
"Are you sure you want to take me along?"
"Duh," interrupted Kirsty. "You live with us now and are part of the
family."
"Of course you must come," insisted Mrs Wilson, frowning at Kirsty's
language.
"You've driven to the south of France every year for the last ten
years, so there shouldn't be any flying," thought Charlotte but she
couldn't let on that knowledge so she asked, "Where are we going?"
"It is a surprise," replied Mr Wilson. It was something they said to
all of the children in their care.
"Do I need to take big thick jumpers or light tops and shorts?"
"That's a point; I suppose you do need to know a little bit. It's quite
warm where we are going, so mostly light tops and shorts. However, you
might want to take a few light jumpers as well, just in case it gets
cooler in the evenings."
"Sounds exciting, doesn't it?" Charlotte said to Kirsty.
After breakfast the two girls checked out their wardrobe. Kirsty had
grown and didn't have enough clothes for the holidays. Charlotte, who
had mostly school clothes, also needed new things.
When Mrs Wilson came in to put on the clean sheets she found that the
bed had already been stripped and the window was wide open to clear any
lingering smell in the room.
"Mum," started Kirsty. "We need to go shopping. I've grown, so I need a
few more things. However, Charlotte has very little. What she mostly
has are for late English spring weather and school uniforms."
"I've changed a lot over the last few months," explained Charlotte,
"and I haven't had chance or desire to go shopping."
"Would you like me to get some things for you or would you like to
choose your own and go shopping with Kirsty?"
"Now that's a difficult one," giggled Kirsty.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but could I go with Kirsty?"
"I thought as much," sighed Mrs Wilson theatrically. "I must remember
to foster a younger child next time, who wants their foster mother to
shop with them. Let me finish this up and I'll give you a lift into
town. You can get the bus back."
"Where will we be going?" Charlotte asked, still unsure of the area.
"Gloucester or Stroud?"
"Neither. Stroud is too small and there isn't a good bus back from
Gloucester. Anyway, Gloucester might have nice historic sites, but
Cheltenham is much better for shopping. There are more fashion shops in
Cheltenham than anywhere else in England, apart from London."
"Now no looking at thousand pound dresses," ordered Mrs Wilson. "One, I
won't be giving you that much money and two, they won't suit you.
They're designed for more mature people."
An hour later and the girls were waving goodbye to Mrs Wilson.
Charlotte was glad that she'd managed to do a bit of shopping with
Kelly; otherwise she would have really stood out.
Charlotte needn't have worried as Kirsty took instant charge and they
were soon trying on clothes and buying very few. "No offence, but
you're slightly smaller than me on top," said Kirsty as they tried on
some tops. "I wish you could fit this style of top but it doesn't look
right."
"I know," agreed Charlotte, rather glad as she wasn't ready to have
such a low cut top.
"Now your legs are something we can show off. How do you keep them so
hair free?"
"I must be lucky," quickly replied Charlotte, not wanting to explain
about the treatment she'd had to remove it, once they had finished with
the face. Her leg, chest and back hair had been too hairy for a girl.
After a quick snack, the girls again were shopping but this time their
purchases soon mounted up. They found a small sale on in a few stores
so were able to get some items very reasonably.
"There is one thing about shopping," laughed Charlotte as they lugged
the shopping towards the bus stop. "There's no way I'll have a
nightmare tonight, I'll be too exhausted."
"Well if that's the case then we'll need to come shopping more often,"
giggled Kirsty. "You seemed quite reluctant at first but that soon
disappeared."
"Was I?"
"A little. Oh look over there, Charlottes Patisseries. It looks like
they have named a cake shop after you. We must nip in and get a cake
for Mum and Dad, they love them from here."
"Yep," thought Charlotte. "That is indeed the girl I love, but she is
even more fun to be with now. I never got the chance to go out with her
where we were both shopping for the fun of it. If Simon had gone then
we would have got the items we needed and maybe took in a film."
"You've gone quiet," commented Kirsty. "Are you okay?"
"A bit tired," confessed Charlotte. "I had a disturbed sleep last night
and I'm also not used to shopping so hard."
"Well school will be finished in a few weeks time and you'll be able to
relax."
"At this rate I'll need that holiday."
* * *
The time till the end of school passed rapidly and it was soon the
middle of July. School finished and they were soon looking forward to
their holiday. Charlotte continued to have the occasional nightmare,
but they weren't ever very severe. Most of them never even disturbed Mr
or Mrs Wilson but Kirsty always knew. Even if the sheets weren't
soiled, Kirsty insisted that Charlotte join her in bed.
It was the night after school had finished, that Charlotte suffered a
particularly bad nightmare. It was bad enough even to wake Mr Wilson
who thought someone was attacking the girls. As Charlotte settled into
bed next to Kirsty and started drifting off to sleep, she heard Kirsty
utter the words, "Sleep well Charlotte. I love you."
Charlotte thought about answering but decided against it. Charlotte had
realised that Kirsty only uttered those words when she thought that
Charlotte was asleep and therefore wasn't ready to admit anything.
"Poor Kirsty must be terribly confused about her sexuality. Should I
tell her that I was Simon? Would that help? Probably not, it would just
add too many complications. Perhaps after the holiday would be a good
time."
The night before their holiday everything was packed and they were sent
to bed at 7pm. "Why so early?" whined Kirsty.
"We have a very early getup," explained Mr Wilson. "So get to sleep and
2am will soon be here."
"Come on girls, time to get up."
"It's too early," they both moaned.
"Oh well, you won't want to go then," said Mrs Wilson. "I'll leave you
some money and just the two of us will go."
"I'm coming," Charlotte and Kirsty both shouted together as they jumped
out of bed.
"We shall have breakfast a bit later," explained Mrs Wilson. "It's far
too early."
As the car drove off the two girls decided to get a little extra sleep,
so closed their eyes. Neither of them was used to getting up at that
time and even though they had been to bed early, they both drifted off.
The car slowing down woke them up and they both looked bleary eyed out
of the window.
"What are we doing here?" screamed Charlotte, as she started to panic,
suddenly fully awake.
"Do you know where we are?" asked Kirsty.
"This is Gatwick airport," replied Charlotte her eye's wide with fear.
"Ah, you've been here before? Excellent, I'm having trouble finding the
car park, can you help?"
"Take the second exit at the next roundabout. Follow the dual
carriageway and then come back on yourself. Take the first slip road
off and you should see some signs," explained Charlotte as she
remembered her parents had the same issue.
"We've been to the south of France for the last few years," explained
Mrs Wilson. "We thought it would be a nice change to try something
else, so we are going to Disney in Florida."
"Don't the flights to Florida go from the destroyed terminal?"
"That's all been repaired and is perfectly safe. That was a one off
incident and you don't need to worry."
"I don't need to worry?" Charlotte's tortured mind screamed. "You
haven't suffered being trapped under the rubble and listened as your
mother say that she would go to sleep."
"Are you okay?" asked Kirsty as they got on the bus to take them from
the car park to the terminal. "You seem nervous. Have you never flown
before?"
"I'm not nervous, I'm terrified."
"Don't worry," said Kirsty. "I won't let anything happen to you."
"Oh why didn't I tell them? Why didn't I explain who I was and what had
happened to their best friends? I wouldn't be here now if I'd had the
courage."
They all queued together and were soon checked in. "I thought we would
get here for the check-in desks opening so there wouldn't be much of a
queue," explained Mr Wilson proudly for his great planning. "Shall we
have breakfast?"
Kirsty and Mrs Wilson agreed and Charlotte just tagged along, not
feeling at all hungry. Charlotte reluctantly followed through the x-ray
machines in the security check area and was soon airside. Her breath
was getting more shallow and stilted.
"What's wrong dear?" asked Mrs Wilson as they sat outside a duty-free
shop. "You've been getting more nervous all the time?"
"I don't know if I can do it," said Charlotte her voice full of fear.
"Can't do what?"
"If I can go to the gate."
"Why ever not?"
"Because a plane might crash and it might cause the building to
collapse."
"Yes, that happened once, but it is perfectly safe now.
"I JUST CAN'T DO IT!" screamed Charlotte causing other passengers to
look.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked an official looking
gentleman who had been passing. "I'm the airport manger."
"I'm sorry for the fuss but our daughter is a bit nervous about going
to the gate."
Something about the voice made Charlotte wipe the tears from her eyes
and look at the man. It was Roger Lyons.
"I'm sorry Mr Lyons," said Charlotte.
"Do I know you?"
"I don't think we ever met personally but I came into contact with you.
Do the names Brian Fielding and Tom Millard ring any bells?"
"Yes they do," Roger replied, the situation starting to become clear.
"Any other names?"
"Just two but not their surnames, Simon and Harry."
Mr and Mrs Wilson looked perplexed at this conversation and Kirsty was
looking even more puzzled.
"Would you mind if I had a word with this young lady alone?" Roger
asked Mr and Mrs Wilson. "See if I can help with the situation."
"By all means," replied Mr Wilson. "You seem to know each other
already."
Roger moved away out of earshot and Charlotte followed under the
watchful eye of the Wilson family.
"Simon?"
"I was, but due to that metal strut I'm now called Charlotte. You
released a press release that Dr Ruiz faxed across for me."
"That certainly caused a bit of wakeup call to the politicians, didn't
it?"
"Did you get into trouble?"
"Not really as it was concerning the incident. If anybody has raised a
fuss it would have backfired on them as you had the press on your
side."
"My new identity is covered by a court order so I've bent the rules by
telling you."
"Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. Now your plane hasn't got to
the gate yet, when it does there will be about twenty minutes before
passengers start to board. If I get you put straight on the plane
without going through the gate, would that be okay?"
"Oh thank you Mr Lyons, I'm sure it's only walking into that area that
is worrying me. I'm sure I can cope with being on the plane."
Mr Lyons took out his phone and dialled a number, "This is Roger Lyons,
the airport manager. I have a special passenger that due to medical
reasons can't enter your flight via the gate. Would it be possible for
her and the three she is travelling with to board from the apron?"
Mr Lyons listened for a few seconds and replied, "Excellent, thank you
for your help. I will bring them along in thirty minutes."
"Is it all okay?" asked Charlotte.
"It's fine. Shall we go and explain the plan to your travelling
companions?"
"I think so, by the way they are my foster parents, Mr and Mrs Wilson,
and their daughter Kirsty."
"You look a lot better," said Mrs Wilson as Charlotte walked up to her.
"I'm sorry for the fuss I caused earlier. Mr Lyons has been kind enough
to help."
"Oh?"
"In thirty minutes I'll take you to the airplane a slightly different
way so that Charlotte doesn't have to go near the area she is terrified
of."
"That's very kind of you," said Mr Wilson. "I hope this won't cause any
trouble."
"It is no trouble at all. It is our aim to make your journey through
the airport as easy as possible. Charlotte has some very understandable
fears due to her history and if driving you to the plane makes her feel
better than I will have done my good turn for the day. Why don't we
meet in twenty minutes by the information desk? In the meantime, here
are some vouchers for you to go grab a cake and coffee while you wait.
Hopefully some substance will help Charlotte get herself back
together."
With that Mr Lyons left, leaving three very surprised passengers.
"I'm so sorry I've caused this mess," apologised Charlotte.
"It isn't a problem," reassured Mrs Wilson giving Charlotte a hug. "I'm
sorry that I didn't take your worries so seriously."
"Are you going to be okay on the plane?" asked Kirsty.
"I think so," said Charlotte. She thought for a moment and with a sigh,
reached the only conclusion she could think off. "I suppose that I
should explain things to you."
"Only when you are ready," said Mr Wilson seeing the fear in her eyes.
He didn't want her to get upset again. Whatever the issue was, it was
very real to her. "In the meantime why don't we go and grab that free
drink."
"And cake," reminded Kirsty.
At just before the allotted time, they went to the information desk and
found Roger Lyons finishing chatting with another passenger. "Ah you
are here in good time, excellent. If you follow me I'll have you on the
plane in no time. The plane has just docked and you will probably be
the first ones onboard."
Kirsty could see that Charlotte was starting to worry again. so she
grabbed hold of her hand. "I'm here. Nothing bad will happen."
"I know," replied Charlotte. "Yet I feel I'm being marched out to my
death."
They followed Roger through a security door and down a passageway. He
unarmed a door and they entered into the warm summer morning. Waiting
for them was a minibus in the airport livery. Once aboard the driver
took them around the terminal and out to the waiting plane. The minibus
stopped outside a door, just under the nose of the plane.
"Okay, we have two flights of stairs and we will be at the entrance to
the finger, to walk into the plane. Shall we go?"
Charlotte had started to go from merely nervous to petrified, and
looked around for any planes. Her legs didn't want to move and she just
stayed glued to her chair.
"There aren't any planes due to come near this area till after your
flight is gone," reassured Roger.
"Thanks," Charlotte smiled weakly, looking slightly relieved, though
still not moving.
"It's going to be okay," reassured Mrs Wilson.
"Let me help you," offered Kirsty, taking Charlotte by the hand and
helping her out of the minibus.
"If you get worried for the flight back, then ask for Grant Plumber.
He's the airport manger there and he'll give you every assistance he
can."
"Thank you," again said Charlotte her heart pounding as she climbed the
stairs. This was the closest she'd been to the accident area. "I don't
know what to say."
"Just have a nice holiday and send me a postcard."
"I will do," said Charlotte rushing into the plane as quickly as she
could.
On the plane their passports and boarding tickets were checked and they
took their seats, the stewardesses making a fuss of them. Charlotte had
started to calm down again and Kirsty had released her iron grip.
As they waited for the passengers to start boarding, one of the
stewardesses came to them and said, "If any of you have mobile phones,
can you please switch them off now."
"They all are," reassured Mr Wilson.
"Good," she replied. "I was one of the passengers on the flight that
crashed and my child got his leg broken. A child also was seriously
injured and his parents died, buried under that rubble. I always make
it my duty to make sure that people follow the rules. The plane now has
automatic detection equipment for any mobile phones and yesterday two
people were arrested for endangering the flight. This company takes the
safety of everyone very seriously."
"How long is it before the passenger's board?" asked Charlotte.
"About fifteen minutes, why?"
"Because I want to tell you and my foster family a story but you must
promise to keep it to yourselves?"
They all promised.
"On Saturday April 3rd, a young person was waiting with his parents to
fly to America. It was the first time they'd flown and was very excited
watching the planes land and takeoff. The plane destined for gate 69
developed a systems malfunction and the plane couldn't stop in time
before it crashed into the terminal killing the pilot, a passenger and
burying the family alive under the rubble. The child and mother were
trapped close together and they shared their memories of growing up.
The child was trapped, impaled by a metal strut. The mother was
seriously injured and gradually got weaker and lost consciousness just
as the rescuers got to them. She died at the hospital from her
injuries. The father was found dead"
"That was you, wasn't it?" gently asked Mr Wilson, causing the others
to look at Charlotte through eyes of horror.
"Yes," Charlotte replied quietly wondering if she would have the
courage to continue with the tale. This had been very hard to do but it
wasn't finished.
"No wonder you were frightened of going though the gate," said a
shocked Mrs Wilson tears leaking from her eyes. Not only was Mrs Wilson
upset but so were Kirsty and the stewardess. Even Mr Wilson looked like
he might loose his composure.
"That is how I knew the airport manager. He was there during the whole
rescue."
"You were the child that was trapped for all those hours? You were the
one that all the crew prayed like mad for?" said the Stewardess in awe.
"You all prayed for me?"
"Yes we did. The thought that something like that was caused by that
plane was very traumatic for all the people. I was a passenger that day
but I heard what happened. For this flight I'm the chief stewardess and
since first class is mostly empty, would you like a free upgrade?"
"Are you sure?"
"It will be my pleasure. Also give me the flight details for your
return flight and if there is room, you will fly back in comfort as
well. It's the least I can do for someone who has suffered so much and
still is flying with us."
When they were all settled in first class the stewardesses disappeared
to finish preparing the plane. Kirsty asked, "Why didn't you tell us
all of this before?"
"I've not finished the story and then you might understand. This part
never leaves the three of you, as quite a few rules were bent for me."
The three of them agreed and Charlotte took a deep breath trying to
pluck up the needed strength to continue. She started to shake at the
thought of what had happened and what she had been through. Only four
months previously Charlotte had been a happy boy called Simon and now
Simon's life was over and Charlotte was here to stay.
"You don't have to tell us," said Mrs Wilson with deep compassion.
"I need to. I've gone this far and I don't have much more to go."
"Then tell us," gently encouraged Kirsty, putting her hands over
Charlotte's. "We're all here for you. Just tell us and you'll have it
off your chest."
"Okay," said Charlotte, the tears of worry and tension, gently
trickling down her cheeks. She took a deep breath and continued, "As I
said earlier, I was trapped in the rubble by a metal strut. It was
impaled through my male genitals. They were totally destroyed and the
doctors advised that I was given a sex change as I would no longer be
able to be a boy. Since my parents weren't available it went before a
judge. My name used to be Simon Turner and my parents were Helen and
Chris."
Charlotte bowed her head, letting the tears flow freely. "I've told
them and now I'll have to live with it." She braced herself for the
shouting. It never came but instead she got covered in hugs from all
three of them.
"Why didn't you say before," the parents asked, sounding rather puzzled
and perplexed.
"I knew it, I knew it," almost shouted Kirsty giving Charlotte a kiss
and then reality start to kick in. "You've had two periods since I've
known you and you can't fake symptoms like that."
"Yes, didn't you have a period last week? When I did the washing, I'm
sure I put stain removed on your panties to remove the blood," puzzled
Mrs Wilson.
"That's one of the things that I can't tell you about, just so you know
that I do have periods and I could get pregnant."
"But that's impossible!"
"Like I said, I can't tell you the details as a few people bent a lot
of rules for me."
"But why?"
"So I could live as normal a life as possible. Look, I know you are
probably confused, upset and angry. I'm sorry."
"We aren't angry," said Mrs Wilson giving Charlotte another hug. "We're
pleased that we've found you and that you've found it possible to tell
us. Kirsty and I suspected for a while you might be Simon but the
period threw us. That's why we aren't too surprised. I also understand
why you didn't tell us and we will never tell a soul. From now on you
are Charlotte and you'll be treated as such."
"Thank you," whispered Charlotte, tears streaming down her face. "Thank
you, Mum and Dad."
It took a few moments for it to sink in. When it did, they both broke
into big smiles. "Are you sure?" asked Mr Wilson.
"Very sure, Dad," replied Charlotte.
The passengers started to board the plane and their conversation turned
to what they planned to do on the holiday. Once the plane set off
Charlotte settled down and began to get excited, just as she had been
at Easter. Yes, she missed her parents but she knew she had to move
forward. Her life wasn't buried under the rubble of a destroyed
terminal building but something that she should enjoy everyday. She had
been given a second chance to live life and she was going to take it.
"I bet I see Mickey Mouse before you," taunted Charlotte to Kirsty.
"Not a chance. Not only will I see Mickey before you but I'll also see
Goofy first," playfully responded Kirsty. They looked deep into each
other's eyes and their hearts started to glow.
Mr and Mrs Wilson looked at each other and smiled. Yes, it was good to
be a family again. Mr Wilson leaned across and whispered to his wife,
"When we get home, why don't we see if we can adopt Charlotte? That
will then complete the promise we made to Helen and Chris."
"That's an excellent idea. I'll start making enquiries the first day we
are back."
There wasn't any time to see any sights that day. By the time they had
landed and got through immigration it was getting late in the afternoon
and they were all tired. "Kirsty?" started Charlotte, as she finished
cleaning her teeth ready for bed. "Will you still murmur certain
phrases to me when you think I'm asleep?"
"No," Kirsty replied with a smile. "I will tell them to your face.
Charlotte Turner, I love you so much."
"And I love you too."
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