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Working Girl 13
By Susan Brown
1.
I woke up gradually, coming out of a fog of discordant dreams. Dreams
that I was a boy masquerading as a girl just so that I could get a job!
It was obviously a dream because reality wasn't that stupid.
I could hear voices in the distance.
My eyes snapped open and I immediately realised that I was in a strange
room, a bit like the sick room in my old school, but more high tech,
chromium and sterile looking.
I was lying on a bed and as I lifted my head off the pillow, looking
down my body, I knew with frightening reality that I was indeed dressed
as a girl; boobies sticking out to attention and partially hiding my
skirt and stocking covered legs. The memory of the awful meeting with my
hated step father came rushing back.
My head fell back on the pillow as tears started forming in the corner
of my eyes. I could not believe it. I was caught out, finished, kaput
and metaphorically dead in the water.
The pain and humiliation of it all; I just wanted the floor to open up
and swallow me.
A door opened and a woman with a nurse's uniform came in, closely
followed by Miss Prendergast.
"Hello dear, how are you feeling?" said the nurse kindly.
"Er, um, fine thank you."
She checked my forehead and pulse as Miss P twittered around looking all
flustered.
"You'll live, said the nurse sympathetically. "Just lie here for ten
minutes and then you can go."
She bustled out; all starched apron, black stockings and efficiency.
"You had us all worried, dear. What happened, time of the month or
something?"
"Er no. Did um, er did Mr Roberts recognise me?"
"No dear. I don't think so. He knew about your parents" death though. I
think he was a bit surprised to see you. Anyway, as soon as you feel
well enough, he would like to see you for a chat in his office. I'll
push off for a few minutes and then take you to see him."
She left me to myself. I knew now that he had recognised me and would
put me through all sorts of humiliation to satisfy his warped mind.
"SOD IT," I said to myself loudly.
How I could think of getting away with this, it was a stupid idea
anyway.
I lay there feeling very sorry for myself, thinking about what it would
be like to live in a nice clean cardboard box under a bridge somewhere,
away from all the hastle of what was a farce of a life.
Eventually, I got up shakily and walked to the door. I wasn't going to
give my step-father the satisfaction of seeing me cringe. My heels
clicked on the tiled floor and my false boobs gently bounced up and down
slightly in their silken traps. I stepped out into the
corridor...running slap bang into Miss P!
"There you are dear, come along, we can't keep the boss waiting now can
we?"
She held my arm in a vice like grip. I think she thought that I might
faint again or something.
As we went up in that damn lift, I fell into a sort of stupor. My mind
was numb. It was as if I was going to my own execution.
Then, suddenly in the few moments that it took to reach the 32nd floor,
I decided.
I looked down at myself, noticing my cream silk blouse, perky (if false)
breasts, my elegantly tailored business suit with the skirt tastefully
falling to just above my stockinged knees. Then I saw my face in the
lift mirror, it was a mess. If I was going to do this, I wanted to look
my best.
"Can I freshen up please, before I see my step... I mean Mr Roberts?"
"Of course hon."
We reached the 32nd floor with a ping and I was given direction to the
ladies loo.
I went in and luckily it was empty.
I went over to the mirror and delved into my handbag. Luckily, I had the
necessary tools needed for the repair of my ravaged face and I marvelled
at the skills that I had acquired so quickly from my best friend Sheila.
In no time I was back looking, in my humble opinion, not too bad.
You may be wondering, dear, patient and long suffering reader, what the
hell I was doing.
Welllll....I realised that I liked being Toni. I liked myself better,
felt better and realised that Tony was a poor under achieving substitute
compared to what I was now. I was happier being Toni. It wasn't just the
clothes, although that helped a lot. It was the fact that I was more at
peace with myself. I know that I had been through hell on my journey to
Tonihood, the pickle incident in McDonalds being a prime example, but I
liked the clothes I liked the way people looked at me. Not as a scrawny
boy, but as a young woman with a future, not here obviously, but
somewhere. If I could get an interview here as a girl, surely, I could
get one anywhere.
My musings were stopped by a knock on the door. Miss P's head poked in.
"Toni, are you OK?"
"Yes, I'm coming."
We reached my step-fathers office and Miss Prendergast led me through
the door.
On the other side, behind her desk was the Pippa clone, dark glasses
still perched on her head like two extra eyes boring into me.
She knew, she must know...about me, a boy masquerading as a girl to get
a job with of all people my step-father. I could feel my confidence
draining away like water down a plug hole.
"Hi Toni, feeling a bit better, ya?"
She was smiling and looking genuinely concerned. Perhaps dear step-dad
hadn't told her, too ashamed of me perhaps? After all, I supposed, it
was a bit like bringing the families" dirty washing out in the open.
"Go right in, the boss is waiting for you. OK ya?"
I pushed open the heavy oak door. My heart was pounding. I knew that I
had to get it over with so I took a deep breath and went in.
He was sitting behind a huge desk. He was typing on a keyboard and
looking at a screen to the left and he just motioned me to sit down on
the leather chair in front of him.
As I sat down, I blushed as the chair made a sort of farting sound. It
reminded me of an old sitcom I once saw.*
"Give me a moment," he said in that well remembered, clipped voice that
I hated so much.
I looked at him as he concentrated on the screen. He looked very much as
I remembered him. Dark hair with a touch of grey at the temples, thin
nose, hazel eyes, lips pursed as he concentrated.
He bashed the enter key, turned round to me and said, "Feeling better?"
"Yes thanks."
"What made you go white and faint like that?"
"You must know."
"I'm sorry; I don't know what you mean. What must I know?"
"Look David, please don't play games. You owe it to Mum not to hurt me
more than you have done."
"David?"
"So," I said sarcastically, "you've forgotten that you married my mum
and then when she died, chucked me out with a few measly pounds!"
For some season I was now crying.
"David, what do you mean, David?"
He looked puzzled then he snapped his fingers.
"Bloody hell, do you think that I'm David? No, I'm his twin Peter. I
wouldn't piss on my brother if he was on fire!"
I went all faint again and I saw stars in front of my eyes. Do all girls
start swooning like this at the first sign of extreme stress? Perhaps I
was more girly than I thought.
Before I knew it, Pippa clone was in front of me with a glass of water.
I sipped the cold drink as David, I mean Peter, hovered around looking
useless.
"I don't believe it," I kept mumbling.
"Toni sweetie, are you OK, hon?" said Pippa clone.
I was a bit out of it and I just pointed my finger at her and said, "Is
your name Pippa?"
"No hon, it's Phillipa, why?"
"Nothing."
"OK, Phillipa, you can go now. I'll call you if she goes all faint on me
again."
"OK, Peter. Don't let him bully you Toni, he's a little sweetie really."
"OUT."
"Yes Sir, Mr Boss Man," said Phillipa as she laughingly left the room.
I now knew that no way could this be David. He had a sense of humour
bypass when he was born.
Peter sat down at his desk and said, "I think that it might be an idea
if you told me about what has happened to you. Start from the beginning.
I promise that I won't interrupt."
I took another sip of water and then told him my life story. How I was
brought up by my loving parents. How my father died and then, after she
married David, my mother dying in a tragic accident. I told him about
being thrown out of my own home and the struggles that I had experienced
to try to make ends meet.
Peter listened to me finish, cleared his throat and then said. "Well,
you've certainly been through it. I didn't twig that you were Phillip
and Sarah's child until Sasha Prendergast told me that you mentioned the
death of your father to her. I knew your parents through your fathers
work with us. He was a great man and bloody good at his job. We became
friends and I met your mum shortly after. She was a lovely woman and I
am so sorry you have lost both of them. I suppose it was my fault that
David married her. I introduced them to him at a party. David was
looking for a secretary and one thing led to another...she got a job
with him. I had no idea that he had got that close to your mother and
I'm somewhat surprised that he married her."
"Why."
"Well, after your father died, I lost touch with your mum. I was not
talking to David as we had not seen eye to eye on a number of things. He
was cold, cruel to my parents, took a lot of money from them and treated
them like animals and then dropped them when they were no further use to
him. He lacked what I call moral fibre, and the last time I saw him, I
punched him in the face and disowned him."
"That sounds like him. He was cold and cruel to my mum and to me."
Peter looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Changing the subject slightly, I think that there is something else you
haven't told me."
"Sorry?"
"Your parents, as far as I'm aware had only one child by the name of
Anthony or Tony for short. I never met the kid but I am assuming that
unless they had another child, you are Tony. Perhaps you would like to
explain what's going on and why you are trying to do an impression of
Melanie Griffith in Working Girl?"
2.
So I told him, about the mix up on the interview letter, how it was
assumed that I was female and the fact that my friend, Sheila had
persuaded me to go for the job dressed like this.
He laughed when I told him of my adventures in McDonalds, the two lovely
gay bikers and the bumbling policemen.
"So," said Peter, "you certainly have the balls... I mean the
resourcefulness to make great efforts to get this job using every means
available to you and that's to your credit. Now that I know that you
really are Phillip and Sarah's son, I think you need to know a few
things. Do you read the papers much or watch the TV?"
"Not really. Papers are all doom and gloom and I couldn't afford a TV,
why?"
"Although I had not spoken to David for some time, I had heard that he
had moved abroad to Australia, selling his company and pocketing the
proceeds in the process. He was also implicated in a scam involving the
company pension scheme. To cut a long story short, he was brought back
to England and is now awaiting trial for fraud, embezzlement and also
bigamy."
"Bigamy, isn't that when you marry someone, but illegally because you
are already married?"
"Yes, that's right. It turned out that David had married one of his
secretaries some years ago. He had fathered the woman's child and her
parents arranged a secret shotgun wedding. She was a catholic and would
not divorce him. He left her and the child some years ago and it was
only after the police investigated his affairs that all this came to
light."
"So he married my mother under false pretences."
"That's right and it could be important to you."
"Why? She is dead now and I'm only glad that I don't have any family
connection to him."
"Well, leave it with me and I'll make a few phone calls. I will see how
things are and let you know the position."
"Why would you do that for me?"
"Because of what my brother has done, not only to you, but to my family
and friends."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it. Anyway, let's get back to business. When can you
start?"
"Start what?"
"To work for us."
"You still want me to work here after all that has happened?"
"Yes, of course. Sasha has a good eye for new employees and she likes
you. On top of that, you are the child of some dear friends and almost a
relative, if only bigamously, that's good enough for me."
My spirits rose up out of the depths of despair. I couldn't believe that
he was still interested in employing me.
"I can start straight away, if you like."
"OK, come in tomorrow at 10 o'clock and ask for Sasha. She will assign
you and get you going."
"Thanks, that's great news."
"Just one thing?"
"Yes?"
"Are you coming to us as a girl or boy? You seem pretty at ease with
yourself dressed like that and you are very pretty, if you don't mind
that sexist remark. I don't mind whatever you decide; we have an open
policy here. As long as you do your job, you can come as an elephant, if
you want. Anyone who discriminates will not keep his or her job.
Luckily, to date, no one has had a problem with this."
As he was talking, I remembered the conversation I had with myself in
the lift. I took a deep breath and said, "I like the way I am. I know it
all seems very quick and I have messed up so many times in my life, but
now, right at this moment, I love being a girl. I love the clothes and
the way I look. I feel more alive than I have been in a long time and
although I'm constantly afraid of being outed or laughed at, I feel that
I want to try to be the best girl that I can. I don't know if I want to
stay this way permanently, but I am far happier now than I have ever
been, so, what I'm trying to say is that I would like to stay as a girl
for now."
"OK, I respect that but before you decide to chop bits off or do
anything drastic, can I suggest that you speak to some experts before
you finally choose which way you want to go? Also, if you want to keep
your gender secret, that's OK but I suggest you tell Sasha, so that she
is aware and can look out for you?"
I automatically crossed my legs at the thought of "chopping bits off'.
"Um...OK, and thanks."
"Right, push off now. I have loads of work to do and you have taken up
too much of my time."
He said it with a smile, so I knew that he wasn't too annoyed with me.
3.
I left him and walked out of his office.
Sasha was in the outer office with Pippa cl... I mean Phillipa.
"Hi, hon," said Phillipa, "all OK ya?"
"Ya... I mean yes, fine thanks. He said I can start tomorrow."
"Goodo. I knew he would like you. While I remember, a friend of yours,
Sheila I think popped into reception and left a message that she would
see you at home."
I had forgotten about Sheila! She must have been waiting for ages.
"Ok, thanks."
"Right, come down to my office and we'll have a chatet about what you'll
be doing and sort out the boring paperwork."
We went in the stomach churning lift down several floors and we ended up
in a nice cream carpeted, cream walled office. This was the home of
Sasha Prendergast, HR manager, or so it said on the door. It also said
"Abandon hope all ye who enter here" and I hoped that it was a joke.
"Sit down hon." she said pointing to a sofa in the corner. "Coffee,
white with?"
"Yes please."
She poured out two coffees from a percolator bubbling in the corner and
brought over the cups, handing me one whilst sipping the other.
She pulled over another chair and sat down opposite me.
"Have you got a P45?"
"Er, no. what is it, a disease?"
"No sweetie, your P45 describes your National Insurance and Income Tax
details, from your previous job."
"This is my first proper job."
"OK, no problemo. Can you bring your birth certificate in tomorrow?"
"Erm, I don't have it."
"Riiiight. Can you get a copy?"
"I'll try. But it might take a bit of time. I left home after a row with
my ex step-father and I don't know where it could be or how I can get a
copy."
Phillipa looked a bit confused but didn't say anything. The Sloane
Ranger upper crust breading I supposed. The "One shouldn't ask, should
one?" mentality.
I made a decision.
"I think I need to tell you a bit about myself. Peter said I should tell
you but he left it up to me."
"Don't tell me anything if you don't want to. If Peter is happy about
you then that's good enough for me," she said sipping her coffee.
"No, it's only fair." I sipped on my hot coffee, took a deep breath and
just blurted it out.
"I'm a boy."
I chose the wrong moment as she choked mid gulp and sprayed coffee all
over my cream now coffee coloured blouse.
"Oh lord, sorry, Oh GOD look what I've done. Your lovely blouse!"
"It's all right," I said weakly as she handed me a couple of tissues to
try to clear up the mess.
"No it's not, but it was a bit of a shock that. You can't be a boy. Look
at you; you're so pretty; no one could mistake you for a boy. God, I
wish I had your legs, face...most of you actually. I look a bit like a
horse."
"No you don't, you're lovely."
"Oh gosh. Sorry I babbled like that. Normally, I'm Ms Efficiency, but
you threw me a curve there. May I ask a personal question?"
"Yes, OK."
"Erm, don't answer if you don't want to and I do not want to upset you
in any way and I'm not one to judge or anything. My best friends would
tell you that I'm not in any way shape or form biased or judgemental or
anything but... why are you dressed like a girl, if you are a boy?"
"Because I like being dressed like this and I came to the interview like
this....."
I told her the whole sordid story and apart from the couple of "goshes"
and the occasional "golly" and "oh my's" she heard me out.
"Well Toni, you certainly have been through it."
"You can say that again."
"Well Toni, you... Oh sorry, I'm burbling again. Look, I have no problem
with this and no one is going to bat an eyelid about what gender you
are. In fact, to my knowledge, there are two men here who used to be
women and one visa versa. We have some openly gay guys working here
too, Derek and Ronald. Lovely people, you must meet them sometime."
"Derek and Ronald?" I said faintly.
"That's right."
"Both over six feet tall and ride bikes?"
"That's them. Do you know them?"
"We've met," I said.
"Oh good, you have friends here already. Now, I have meeting to go to.
I'm chairing an ad hoc committee, pro tem with the MD and AMD re the
PPM. I'll see you tomorrow at ten and we'll have a chatipoo then. OK ya?
"OK, um thanks," I said, not understanding every other word she had just
said.
4.
I left the building in a much happier state than I had entered it,
caught the tube and arrived home just in time to run into my old friend
Davis.
"Oy you. What the f*****g hell are you doin 'ere?"
He was wearing a tasteful ensemble of jeans (I think they were blue
under there somewhere) and a once yellow tea shirt with "I'm the man."
written on it.
The shirt was greasy with stains of several meals tastefully splattered
over a goodly portion of the belly extended front of it. There were
other dark stains under the armpits which I assumed was sweat but would
probably be useful in germ research or possibly warfare; but I digress.
"I'm visiting my good friend Sheila," I said, thinking on my stockinged
feet.
"Mmm, well, don't stay long. I don't want to lower the tone of the
neighbourhood."
I just smiled and went past him, making sure not to touch anything and
holding my nose delicately.
I opened the door with a key and there was Sheila, looking
uncomfortable, sitting in a chair whilst opposite her sitting on the
sofa bed was our friendly policemen Mick and Dave!
"Erm, sorry to disturb you. I'll leave you alone."
"Just a minute Miss," said Dave in an officious voice.
"Yes Inspector?" I said brightly, still trying to sidle out the door.
"I am still a humble constable," said Dave sadly, "anyway, enough of
that. You are, Ms Summers?"
"That's right."
"Can you verify your movements on the night of the twenty-first?"
"Well, I'm quite regular really, I get up in the morning and use the
toilet then. I don't need to poo in the evening normally."
"Not THAT sort of movement. Where were you on the night of the twenty-
first?"
"I can't remember, it was so long ago."
"What four days ago?"
"Oh that twenty-first. Let me see, I was doing my hair."
"Not all night."
"Well most of it anyway. Then I went to bed."
"So you weren't street walking and being picked up and driven away in a
black BMW by a drunk driver?"
"Who said I was."
"You look very familiar, Miss. It wasn't very light, but I am sure it
was you."
"What colour was the BMW?"
"Black, why do you ask?"
"Just wondered."
"Enough of this crap, Mick," said Dave." Let's take her down the nick
and extract a confession."
"What for. I haven't done anything?"
"Look officers, what is all this about?" said Sheila.
Mick coughed and said, "Well, it's like this, the slime ball who we
nicked driving the BMW under the influence, is claiming that we kicked
the shi...I mean hit him unnecessarily when trying to detain him. We
thought that you were a witness to this and could corroborate the
facts."
I looked at them warily and said, "If, and I say if I could have been
the person who may or may not have been in roughly that area at roughly
the same time and if I happened to see anything, would I hypothetically
of course, be in trouble in any way shape or form?"
All the years of watching police dramas were bearing fruit and I knew
the patter off by heart.
"Well Miss, we aren't interested in you, just trying to get the facts
straight."
"And save your bacon?"
"Well, yes really."
"And there wouldn't be any charges? Not that I'm in any way guilty of
anything."
"You'll be as clear as the driven snow, miss."
"OK, and I have a witness, Sheila, remember? I was an innocent person
and I had just been upset be a man in a restaurant. I didn't have any
transport and I started to walk home. My feet were killing me and a man
driving a black car pulled up. I thought it was a taxi and I got
in....."
I told the police what happened and how I slipped away whilst the drunk
was being arrested.
"Anyway," I concluded, "I didn't see you hit the man in any way. In fact
he was causing you problems not the other way round."
Dave looked incredulous when he said, "So lets get this straight Miss,
you thought that a man in a black BMW drove up to you as you was walking
home and you thought that it was a taxi?"
"Erm, yes." I didn't like the way he looked at me as if I was thick or
something.
"I see, Miss. Did you see any sign on the car that said taxi?"
"No, but it was dark."
"Even so miss..."
"Leave it Dave," said Mick impatiently, "all that matters is that she is
willing to say that we didn't beat the crap out of that bloke. Now miss,
would you mind popping down to the station to make a statement?"
"What now?"
"It would help clear things up."
"It's OK," said Sheila, "I'll come with you."
So it was that I found myself down at the nick, filling out a statement
for Mick and Dave.
After doing as they asked and getting my hand shook by the grateful and
relieved policemen, we found ourselves out on the street again.
"Let's go get something to eat at Dominos," said Sheila.
"OK," I said as we crossed the road, trying to avoid the busy traffic.
A short walk found us at the pizza restaurant. We were led to our seats
and then after a short wait we were tucking into a pizza of gigantic
proportions.
As we ate, I filled Sheila in on what happened at the job interview.
"My God," said Sheila, "so your step uncle or whatever is happy about
you being a boy, notionally, I mean?"
"I don't know what you mean by notionally but yes, he's cool about the
whole thing."
"When do you start?"
"Tomorrow at 10.00 a.m."
"So, are you going dressed as a boy?"
"Um, no."
"Why not? They know about you now and your new boss is cool about who
you are. You don't need to pretend any more. Though, I must admit you
have taken to wearing girly stuff like a duck to water."
I felt myself go red under my makeup. I crossed my stockinged legs under
the table.
"Erm, I want to go dressed as a girl."
"Good on you. I knew that you looked happier as a girl. More real and
complete I suppose."
"That's it. I think that as a boy I wasn't up to much. I under achieved,
was as shy as hell and I didn't know where I was going. Now although I
have had more than a few problems on the way, I am happy as I am. That
doesn't mean that I want operations or anything yet. I am still new to
this and I want to try before I buy, sort of thing, you know?"
"Yep, you are right not to go the whole way until you are one hundred
and ten percent happy that you want to be a girl for the rest of your
life, now time is getting on and I am on shift in an hours" time so I
need to get home and changed into my uniform."
"Can I try it on?"
"Pervert."
We paid the bill and left the restaurant. Just two girls chatting away,
as you do and crossing the busy road full of cars, lorries and kamikaze
cyclists.
We ran across the road. One of my nice shiny heels got caught in a
grating and I went crashing to the ground. There was a screech of brakes
and a thudding sound. I also heard two screams one was Sheila and the
other one was me. Then it all went black.
To be continued. Copyright Susan Brown 2007
* The Fall And Rise Of Reginald Perrin.
Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter out. Once again real life
tends to slap you in the face sometimes. I hope to continue the story
sooner rather than later and I hope, gentle and patient reader, that you
will be patient with me. Some authors, even bad ones, like what I am
(she said preening herself) are somewhat temperamental and erratic.
Please leave comments as it helps to know if one is appreciated (or
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