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A New Style of Education
by Karen Page
Part 4
I awoke to a faint beeping coming from Helen's computer. Helen stirred a
few seconds later. As Helen stirred, I realised she might not be happy
with me sleeping in the same bed. I also realised that seeing Helen was
causing a reaction in my underwear.
"Oh God," I thought. "She'll kill me!"
I quietly slipped out of the bed and made a dash for my room. I was in
desperate need for a cold shower. As I headed for the door, I tripped
and fell onto the floor.
"Go and get yourself ready," giggling Helen, from her bed. "Thank you
for being with me last night. I don't think I could have coped without
you being there."
"So you're not angry?" I asked, standing up. I was amazed that she
wasn't punching me; Helen was much stronger.
"Of course not," she said indignantly. "Now go and have a shower. I
take it you were going to have a cold one?"
I put my hands in front of my erection, embarrassed that she'd seen it
and dashed into my room.
After my invigorated shower, I donned the white fluffy robe and went to
examine the contents of the wardrobe. Since today, according to the
schedule, would be mostly class work, I chose a light pair of trousers
and a long-sleeved shirt. Helen came in wearing a female pair of
trousers and a short-sleeved top. That was the problem with no jeans in
the wardrobe.
"Are you okay," I asked her. "With what you were told last night?"
"Not really," she replied, sounding subdued. "However, there isn't much
I can do about it. I love my family dearly and never to see them again
is going to hurt. However, I can understand why, I just don't like it.
What about you?"
"I was never very close with my parents," I said. "However, no matter
their faults, I still loved them. My brother was a pain but always stuck
up for me and I'll miss him as well."
We hugged each other, which I didn't want to end. However, Helen being
sensible said, "We'd better get ready or we will be late. We don't want
to be late for our first breakfast."
As we went from the sleeping quarters into the main house, we bumped into
Rachel. "How are you two coping?" she asked.
"We spent till about midnight discussing it," I answered truthfully.
"Sorry that we didn't keep to curfew."
"Were you in your room by ten?" Rachel asked.
"Yes," Helen replied. "We went to our room as soon as we left your
office. I was too upset to do anything else."
"Then you didn't break any rules," explained Rachel. "The rules say you
had to be in your bedrooms by ten. Nothing about when you go to sleep.
We want you to learn how to take responsibility for yourselves. So after
you'd talked till midnight, did you still have trouble sleeping?"
We both nodded.
"Which bed did you both comfort each other in?"
"Are our rooms bugged?" I demanded.
"No, but it is the usual thing that occurs with caring people; and you
are both caring people."
"My bed," said an embarrassed Helen, bowing her head.
"Head up," snapped Rachel. "So you slept in the same bed. Did you both
keep you underwear on?"
Again, we both nodded our heads.
"So you abided by the rules. You were both emotionally distraught and
needed each other." Turning to Helen she asked, "Were you upset that
David joined you in bed?"
"No," she said, not looking at me.
"Would you like David to join you again?"
Helen spluttered. She looked at me and then at Rachel.
"That's not fair," I said. "Asking Helen that question in front of me is
cruel."
"Of course," said Rachel with a slight smile. "Sorry."
There was no way that Rachel was sorry. She knew exactly what she was
doing and probably got the answers she was looking for.
"Apology accepted," I said. "By the way, how long were you waiting for
us, so you could bump into us?"
Helen elbowed me, but I just looked straight at Rachel, egging her to
respond.
Rachel just laughed, "About twenty minutes. I got the timing on that one
wrong. Enjoy breakfast; I'll see you both later."
Breakfast was either a cooked one, which you had to pre order, or cereal.
The cereal you helped yourself to from the selection on the side cabinet.
When the bell rang, Brian and Lewis went to get the cooked items from the
kitchen. They would do the fetching and clearing today.
I'd never had a cooked breakfast before, though I had heard a lot about
them. Neither of my parents had the skills to cook so many items and
have them ready at the same time. They also didn't have enough money to
be so extravagant. I still don't understand how I managed to end up with
a computer.
So today was the first time I tackled a full cooked breakfast; bacon,
sausages, fried eggs, tomatoes, baked beans, mushrooms, hash browns,
black pudding and fried bread. When I chose "fried breakfast" on the
menu, it automatically shrunk the choice I had for the evening meal. So
tonight, I will have cottage cheese salad. Oh well.
I chatted away with the others. Apart from them missing their families,
all the other six appeared to be fine. They were thinking of this as a
glorified school trip. Today we had Dan Mathews sitting with us. He was
chatting away with us, always with a big grin on his face. After a bit,
I noticed he was steering the conversations so he could get information
about how we were coping. He must have had some inside information, as
he never tried to find out how Helen and I were.
As I was drinking a nice glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, I heard
two tings. One appeared to come from my pocket and the other from
Helen's. I looked at Helen who shrugged. "That ting is a schedule
update being applied to your PDA. It only tings if the update applies to
today or is classified as important.
Helen and I both reached for our PDA's, but I managed to pull up the page
before she could. Helen and I had joint appointments with Rachel at
eleven. Helen showed me her screen; she had an additional appointment at
half eleven with someone called Dr Sue Barker.
"Hey Dan, who is Dr Sue Barker, is she related to the tennis player?"
"She prefers to be called Dr Sue rather than Dr Barker. She is the GP
that all the students are registered with. She is part of a doctor's
practice in Milton Keynes and yes, she can be trusted. Tennis is the
wrong sport. Do any of you watch rugby?"
There were a few nods and a few verbal "yeah's".
"Do you ever remember someone called Stuart Barker?"
"The hero of Wigan?" asked Lewis.
"That's the one. That is who Dr Sue used to be."
"Shit!" swore Lewis. "I remember seeing historic Wigan matches on DVD.
Stuart was very masculine. Is she passable?"
"Very. She's a big girl, but nobody has ever questioned that she isn't a
woman."
Sam, always the paranoid one, grinned at his own self-consciousness.
"I take you found each other comforting?" Dan quietly asked Helen and me.
"I thought only Rachel would know all about us?"
"Your initial cases were reviewed by all five of us and Rachel had to
warn us about her conversation with you both. Things like your
conversation with Rachel this morning will stay with her. However, I can
have a guess based on the appointments that you have just got. I take it
you kept to the rules?"
"Yes," we said simultaneously. We must stop doing that.
"Well, you've not just broken the record, you've smashed it. Don't worry
about Rachel; she is just trying to look after you. You aren't in
trouble."
Breakfast was finished, so we all trooped out of the dining room.
Morning lessons where more intense than I've ever had, but it all made
sense. I didn't have to hide my love for a subject and I found myself
taking part in the lesson more than I'd done in the last few years. I
wasn't the only one, as all eight of us took an active part. We covered
more in Maths than I had done in a month at my old school.
In between Maths and Language Studies, Helen and I bumped into Yvonne and
Wendy. "Hi," they greeted us in unison. We chatted quietly for a few
moments.
"I hope I didn't upset you too much, last night," I said to Wendy.
"I was a little upset, but that was only to be expected," she explained
truthfully in a very hushed voice trying not to explain too much.
"Last night, Rachel explained everything to both of us," I explained.
"She said I had guessed too much and it wouldn't be healthy for me if
Helen didn't know."
"We were a very close family," confided Wendy. "I was very upset when I
was told. I know Richard won't be happy either."
"Well at least Tracy will be prepared," comforted Helen. "As you were
upset, she will know that Richard will be. Richard will be told at the
same timescale as you were, so it isn't going to be for a while yet."
"Last night, which bed did you sleep in?" asked Yvonne with a sly smile.
Helen turned red and said, "Mine. How did you know?"
"Most change from study partners to partners when they have a huge
emotional upheaval," explained Yvonne. "I presume that being told was
very upsetting to one or both of you."
"It's just a perk of coming here," informed Wendy. "So far, nobody has
failed to fall for their study partner. It takes all the worry out of
finding a life partner."
I was itching to ask about the other items that had been confirmed, but I
knew this neither the time nor the place. I'm sure some will get talked
about when I start my skills lessons. I was looking forward to that
homework.
"So what do you think of the fun things the school offers?" asked Yvonne.
"Such as?" asked Helen. "We've only seen our common room."
"There is a twenty-five metre swimming pool, a library and all the
computers can access a wide range of computer games. The library doesn't
just have school reference books but has a really good range of fiction
books; you can also borrow board games."
"What about movies?"
"Just access via your computer terminal, you will see a wide selection
including what is currently on at the cinema."
We didn't get chance to ask any more as it was time for the next lesson.
Language Studies was intense. I think it was that most intense lesson so
far. We all had basic French but what we covered was in more detail.
Not only did we have to know about the language but the people and
culture.
"In three weeks I will be conducting the whole lesson in French," warned
Mr Hill. "Your understanding and spoken French is more important in the
short term than your written French. That will come naturally as you
understand the language."
We had a twenty-minute break and then at eleven it was supposed to be a
study period. So the other six students in year one went to the common
room to discuss this morning's lessons.
Not so, for Helen and me, we had to discuss things with Rachel so we
would only be able to discuss things for twenty minutes. As we walked
into the common room, I snagged my shirtsleeve on the door handle and it
ripped.
"Helen," I called. "I've just ripped my shirt; I'll be back in a few
minutes."
"I'll go with you," she said. "The air conditioning in this building is
a bit strong for me. I think I will grab a light jumper."
When we were changed, I decided to broach the subject that we'd both been
avoiding all morning. "Helen," I started, as I walked into her room, "I'm
sorry I slept in the same bed as you last night."
Helen turned round and looked at me. "So you won't do it again?"
Why did Helen have to phrase it like that? Then my Mum's words came
echoing into my mind, "always be truthful with a girl".
"I'd like to," I shyly responded, not daring to look at her face, "but
not if you don't want me to."
The ball was back in her court. She sat down on her settee and indicated
that she wanted me to join her.
"David," she started, "there is something I need to tell you."
Oh my God, I'm for it now.
"Yes?" was all I could say.
"Two years ago you stopped seeing me around school. I didn't understand
at the time and thought you didn't like me. I now know that wasn't the
case. I had hoped that you might have thought of me as your girlfriend."
"WHAT!" I shouted out a bit too loudly. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I was confused," she continued. "You know I did that research on
transsexuals?"
I nodded, wondering where Helen was going with this conversation.
"Well, that didn't lessen what I thought I felt about you. In fact, it
made it worse. So last night, knowing you cared, was the most wonderful
thing ever."
Wow, she wasn't going to kill me, but what does she mean that it made it
worse? Does she want me to be a girl?
"What do you mean, it made it worse? Are you saying you want me to be a
girl, live as a girl or what?"
"I don't know," Helen confessed. "All I know is that two years ago I was
devastated when we stopped talking. I just don't want to lose you
again."
We sat there our arms round each other wondering what we've got involved
in. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. We were no longer just
study partners.
"We'd better get going," I eventually said, breaking the joyful silence
that had enveloped us.
"I suppose so," Helen sighed, the world once again bigger than the two of
us.
We walked to Rachel's office and arrived a few minutes early. Since
Rachel was free, we went in early. Again, we were ushered to sit on the
settee. I recon this was a good sign; they must reserve the chairs for
naughty people. As we sat down, Helen's hand brushed against mine and
our hands naturally joined.
Rachel sat down on the other settee and looked us over. "Since this
morning, I presume you've had a chat with each other."
"Yes," we replied simultaneously. Perhaps this simultaneous response has
something in it. I suddenly felt glad we thought on the same wavelength.
"And?"
Helen filled in Rachel on our conversation. However, she omitted the
part about gender.
"There was more, wasn't there?" asked Rachel gazing at me.
I looked at Helen, who reluctantly nodded her head. "We discussed my
gender and how it affected our relationship."
"Relationship?" queried Rachel
"I lost David two years ago, as he tried to protect himself from bullies.
I don't want to lose him again."
"Aren't you a bit young to be in a relationship? You're both only
thirteen and will be fourteen during this school year."
"You deliberately put together two people who are compatible and put them
in a situation where they only had comfort from each other. How can you
not expect that to spark something?" I retorted. "Helen and I have
known each other for years; it's only natural that something would
develop quicker between us, than normally happens."
"So you discussed David's gender?" asked Rachel backtracking. "Tell me
more about that."
"I admitted to David that when I though he might be a transsexual, it
increased my desire for him."
"Well you two are full of surprises," commented Rachel. "You are very
open with each other; more than I would expect of children your age. So
David, how do you feel about Helen's desires?"
I thought, reflected and then thought some more. "I don't know," I
plaintively responded. "I wish I did. I never thought I could be any
different from what I am. I had enough trouble at school without adding
to it."
"Trouble?" queried Rachel. "Are you referring to you getting beaten up?
Didn't that occur more than two years ago?"
"Yes," I responded quietly, remembering the sight of my bruised body in
the mirror. "Stopping seeing Helen and any other girls helped the
situation. I also learnt to observe other people which helped me avoid
situations where I might get roughed up."
"Is that why you are so observant?"
"After a while watching people became second nature. It was a survival
technique."
"So you discussed David's gender. What about Helen's gender, did you
discuss that?" asked Rachel as she leaned forward. "David, how would you
feel about Helen if she wanted to be a boy?"
Helen was about to say something, but a glare from Rachel shut her up.
Does Helen want to be male? She is stronger than me and appears to enjoy
certain items which would be classified as male jobs. However, does she
want to be a boy? If she does, how do I feel about that? This morning
Helen turned me on, would that happen if she was a he?
I closed my eyes and tried to see Helen as a boy or a man. I couldn't do
it. Lewis was a very convincing boy but would Helen be so convincing?
Would I be a convincing girl? WHAT? Where did that one come from?
Tears of frustration started to trickle down my cheeks. Helen let go of
my hand and pulled me into her. Her arms wrapped around me. That felt
so good.
"Why are you doing this to him?" asked Helen angrily at Rachel.
Rachel just ignored her. Eventually I opened my eyes and I simply said,
"I don't know. Helen, if you close your eyes, can you see me as a girl?"
Helen didn't answer for a bit. When she realised we were waiting for an
answer she responded, "Yes."
"And do you like what you see?" prompted Rachel.
"Yes," Helen reluctantly replied. "Sorry David."
"I can't see you as male. I tried but I can't. You have always been the
strong one, the one who comforts me, like you are doing now. However,
there is also a frightened girl in there, who also needs comfort. Just
because someone likes to do what the opposite sex traditionally does,
doesn't mean that they want or need to change sex."
"So Helen, you think David should be female and David, you feel that
Helen shouldn't be male. Does that sum it up?"
Helen nodded, however I said, "No, that's not what I said. I said I
couldn't see Helen as male. However, she should do what she feels is
right for her."
"So what happens to your relationship if Helen wants to be male?"
I looked at Helen with fright. Does she want to be male?
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "It may survive, it may not."
"David, what was your reaction this morning, to waking up next to Helen?"
"I was pleased and embarrassed."
"Why embarrassed?" queried Rachel.
"Because he had a hard on," giggled Helen, as I turned bright red.
"It's perfectly natural," reassured Rachel. "It isn't anything to be
ashamed of. Did you like having an erection?"
What kind of question is that? Wait a minute, how did I feel? I like
being with Helen, her in my arms or me in hers, but that isn't the
question. How did I feel about having an erection? It was the first one
I could remember having.
"I was embarrassed," I answered slowly, "but there was something else. I
don't know how to describe it. I was happy having slept with Helen; she
made me so fulfilled. The erection, I had totally different feelings
about."
Helen tightened her grip on me and let her fingers gently caress me.
"Describe the feeling, close your eyes and try and think of this
morning."
I closed me eyes, "I was embarrassed, I was also," I paused searching for
the right words. "Disgusted, is the closest I can come up with. I felt
sick."
"So you liked sleeping with Helen," confirmed Rachel, "you liked how you
felt, but you didn't like your body's reaction?"
I nodded, dazed and confused. What was wrong with me? Am I ill?
"Helen, you have an appointment with Dr Sue in a few minutes. Since you
all have to see the doctor at some stage; I'll see if she can fit David
in at the same time."
"That was a very good session," said Rachel as we got up. "Most sessions
for year one students are individual. Sessions with their partners don't
normally occur till late year one or even not till year two. However,
since you already have matured beyond being just study partners, I think
future sessions should be with both of you."
We walked further down the corridor and entered through another door.
All the doors were unmarked, so unless you knew where you were going you
were reliant on the directions your PDA gave you.
"This is the waiting room," explained Rachel. There were standard chairs
in here and the walls were covered with health advice posters. Yes, this
looked and felt like a doctor's waiting room. There was interconnecting
doors, which lead to the doctor's office. On the wall, next to the door
was an electronic sign, which read 'Available'.
"If it is busy then just take a seat. If the sign says 'Available', then
knock on the door and wait for a response. If the doctor isn't in her
room then the sign automatically changes to 'Unavailable'."
Rachel knocked on the door and after hearing a "Come in" ushered Helen
and me into the room. There was a desk in the corner where Dr Sue had a
computer and a few medical instruments, such as a stethoscope and blood
pressure cuffs. There was a medical bed against the opposite corner.
"Dr Sue, I'd like you to meet David Grant and Helen Jackson. Can you
check out David after seeing Helen? I've sent you the details."
"Hang on," said Sue whipping out her PDA. She faced us so we wouldn't
see what was written. I presume that is why she didn't use her computer.
"That will be fine. Unless I find anything major, I should have them
finished before lunch. David, can you please wait in the waiting room.
Due to patient confidentiality, I only see one patient at a time. This
rule applies to year five as well as year one."
Helen took a seat and I left with Rachel. Half an hour later Helen came
out and before I could ask her anything, I was called in.
Dr Sue chatted away with me as she performed her medical tests. I
watched her as she worked. She treated me better than any doctor I'd
ever had. She appeared to have a heart and care about her patients.
They weren't just another customer or statistic.
After all the tests and she had drawn several small tubes of blood we sat
down. "Do I pass?" she asked.
"As both a women and a doctor," I answered. "I've never had a doctor be
so thorough, caring and at the same time professional."
"Why thank you," smiled Dr Sue. "I try to be the best person and doctor
that I can be. So how are you finding Hayfield Hall?"
"It's not what I was expecting," I said wondering how much I could say.
I decided that it would be best to keep things on the public level.
"Rachel and the other psychiatrists appear to be very caring. I've only
had two lessons so far so I can't comment much, but the little I've had
has covered more ground in one lesson that a month in my old school."
"What is your favourite subject?"
"Computers," I answered. "It appears the school has noticed that and
have scheduled me with extra, more advanced, lessons."
"Is that with Julia Toms?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Julia and Jill are both patients of mine in Milton Keynes. You'll like
them both. Jill is your age. Now let's get in Helen as there are a few
things that I need to discuss with both of you."
I got up, opened the door and Helen came in. We sat down next to each
other, our hands again automatically joining.
"Following a discussion I had with Helen, I have put a contraceptive
implant into her upper arm. This will last three months before it needs
replacing. For Helen the implant has several advantages; firstly, you
don't have to remember to take the pill each day, second it starts
working immediately. Now, I'm not saying you should jump into bed and
have sex. Remember it is illegal to have sex under the age of sixteen.
However, we are pragmatic and know that it sometimes happens. I'd prefer
someone to be on contraception than have a baby at your age."
"Helen, I've sent you a link to a document covering possible side
effects. I know we discussed them earlier, but it is there as a
reminder. If you have any queries then please come and see me or the
school nurse."
After saying goodbye, we went downstairs just in time to join the others
as we trooped into the dining room.
"How did it go?" Lewis asked as we sat down.
"Fine," said Helen. "Apparently you will all have checkups with Dr Sue
over the next few weeks."
"What's she like?" asked Sam.
"She is lovely, you couldn't ask for a nicer doctor," I gushed, "and yes
Sam, you can't tell she wasn't born a women."
After we'd all demolished our deserts, Yvonne and two other students from
year three came across. Wendy sat at the year three table looking very
upset, knowing she didn't trust herself to talk with her brother.
"Hi Yvonne," I said. Then I remembered that the only people who knew who
Yvonne is were Helen and I. "Everyone, this is Yvonne Freemen, she is
Wendy's study partner."
"This is Tim Harper and his study partner Andrea....er. When they heard
that Mr Hobson has been negligent, in not telling you about the
recreational facilities, they jumped at the chance to show you around."
I glared at Yvonne, trying to understand her stumble. Now wasn't the
time to ask, so I decided I'd tackle Tim and Andrea later.
"Shall we come to the year one common room after lessons have finished at
three?" suggested Tim. "That will give us an hour before orchestra
practice?"
We all nodded our agreements and they disappeared back to their table.
Afternoon lessons were not as intense as the morning. We had lessons in
Geography and English. None of which were my strongest lessons but yet
again, the teachers knew how to make them easy. Having to fake dumbness
was something that appeared to have stopped me succeeding. Even Helen,
who had not suffered like me, appeared to be getting more out of the
lessons.
Later, in the common room, while we waited for Tim and Andrea, I showed
the other six how to find the films. I know Yvonne had said there was a
wide selection but this was far larger than I expected. Not only were
there standard Hollywood films but also a lot of foreign films. Next, I
pulled up the list of computer games; again, there were many games.
Paula gave a big grin when she saw some of the titles.
There was a sharp knock on the door, as I was the closest I opened it.
There stood Tim and Andrea. When the others noticed them, they came
scampering across, eager to find out what this school offered outside of
learning.
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