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Sarah Carerra
By AngelJedi
(Released: March 15, 2010)
Chapter 26 - What's Wrong With Me, Doctor?
I had just sat down to eat dinner with my family when my phone started to
ring. I got up from my seat and quickly walked over to the table where I
had set my purse. Digging inside I finally found my phone and looked at
the caller ID.
Josh was calling!
I gasped, and everyone at the table turned toward me.
"Everything alright, honey?" Mom asked.
"It's...it's Josh Holliday!" I replied nervously.
"How did he get your number?" Dad asked. I really didn't want to answer
that question. I was certain he would be upset that I was giving my
number to boys. Ever since the date I had with Josh last Saturday he'd
been very protective of me. I was beginning to realize that Dad was
treating me as his little girl, not the boy I had been two weeks earlier.
"I don't know," I lied. The phone stopped ringing and I panicked again! I
hadn't answered Josh Holliday's call! What would he think about me now?
"Well," Dad said, noticing the silence. "You can call him back after
dinner. Right now, eat."
With a lot of excitement at the prospect of talking to Josh later, which
surprised me, quite frankly, I sat down to finish dinner.
---
I nearly hung up after the second ring. I was so nervous that I was
almost frantic. I still couldn't believe that I was returning Josh's
call! This girl thing was only two weeks old, yet I was falling into it
so easily that it scared me.
I wasn't sure why I was so nervous. I'd spent the whole night with him
last Saturday, but things had changed since then. Last week I was still
trying to figure out if I was Megan or Brett. This week I knew for
certain.
But that didn't mean I completely understood what I was going through. I
still had no idea what the future would hold for me.
My thoughts were interrupted by a click and a slightly muffled, "Hello?"
"Josh?" I asked the unknown voice. It sounded like him, but there was a
lot of loud noise on the other end, possibly music.
"Hello?" He said again. "Who's this?"
"It's Sarah," I said a little louder.
"Sarah?" he asked for clarification. Before I could respond he continued.
"Hold on, let me get somewhere quieter."
I waited patiently for a few moments as the noise started to die down
before suddenly cutting off completely.
"Sarah?" Josh asked again. "Are you still there?"
"Yeah," I replied. It was definitely much easier to hear him now.
"Sorry about that," he said. "A friend took me out to this new club, and
it's really loud in there. What can I do for you?"
"I saw you called earlier, and I thought I'd return the call," I
explained. "I think I was eating dinner at the time."
"Oh, yeah," he remembered. "I got your number from Don's daughter, Maren,
I think."
"Megan," I corrected almost immediately and without thought. I didn't
know why, but it seemed important that Josh knew my real name, even if he
didn't know it was mine.
"Yeah, Megan. Anyway, I hope it was okay that she gave it to me."
"It is," I told him. "I was hoping she could get it to you, because I
didn't have your number either."
He thought about that for a second. Had I really just told him that I had
wanted his number? I hoped he didn't read too much into something I
wasn't quite sure of myself yet.
"Anyway," he said, ignoring my fears if he had even realized them. "I
just wanted to congratulate you on your first concert. I talked to Don
this afternoon and he said you would be able to do it."
"Yeah," I said a little excitedly. "I actually have six songs now. It's
already been a whirlwind trying to learn them. I just hope that I'll be
ready by the time the concert starts."
"You're an amazing girl, Sarah," he told me. "I'm sure you'll be more
than ready."
He really didn't know anything about me, much like I didn't really know
anything about him. I was pretty sure his statement was based more on his
feelings for me than for any real information he had about who I really
was. But I took the compliment for what it was.
"Thank you, Josh," I told him. Now that I was actually talking to Josh
Holliday, I wasn't really sure what to talk about.
"How's the weather there?" he asked me after a slight silence between the
two of us. I was a little saddened to realize he was asking me about the
weather. He must have been almost as nervous as I was.
"It's, uh, pretty much the same as yours, I guess," I told him. "I do
live here in the LA area, you know."
Dad and I had come up with a back story before we'd ever signed a
contract. I'd even told it to Daren Stockard that first day Sarah made an
appearance. I couldn't change it now.
"Oh," he said somewhat surprised, like I knew he would. "I figured you
lived somewhere else when you weren't at Don's the other night. Maren..."
"Megan," I corrected again.
He continued, using the correct name this time. "Megan said she didn't
know where you lived but only stayed at her house when you were in town."
"I don't think she knows where I live," I explained. It was a true
statement. We hadn't actually discussed where Sarah's make-believe home
was. I hoped he didn't ask. "I only go over there to get dressed up. The
stage outfits are a little more...glittery than what I normally wear. It
helps keep the neighbors from being too nosy."
He laughed at my explanation, but he at least seemed to buy it. He was
getting a little bit too close to the secret than I would like him to.
"So where do you live?" he asked. Of course he would ask. Why did he have
to ask!?
"Oh, I live in..." Think, think, where would Sarah live?
"Malibu!" I exclaimed, probably a little more excitedly than I should
have. Granted, Malibu wasn't exactly in Los Angeles, but it was close
enough. I'd always thought Malibu would be a perfect place to live. Now I
could. Well, sort of.
"Cool," Josh said. "I always liked Malibu."
Before he could say anything else, I heard someone else start talking to
him. He seemed to argue with the other person before speaking with me
again.
"Look, Sarah," he said. He seemed a little disappointed now. "It's my
friend's birthday tonight and he's upset that I'm spending all my time
talking to you instead of him. Can I call you tomorrow?"
"Um," I was slightly relieved that our conversation was ending, but I was
also slightly disappointed too. I was starting to like Josh more than I
thought I was ready to. "I'm not sure, between school and the studio, I
won't have much time. I'm supposed to be recording the last three songs
over the next two days."
"You still go to a public school?" he asked incredulously. I remembered
then that being able to go to school was one of the reasons we created
Sarah Carerra. I really needed to watch what I was saying or I was going
to blow my secret!
"My parents figured I'd be able to finish this year," I quickly
explained. "I'm not exactly famous yet."
He chuckled, which I hoped meant that he had bought my lie again.
"Alright, how about Sunday then?"
"Sure," my mouth responded before I had even thought about it. I REALLY
needed to think about what I said when talking to him.
"Great!" He said. "I'll talk to you then."
"Ok, bye, Josh," I said a little wistfully.
"Bye, Sarah," he said before I heard the click indicating the end of the
call.
I sighed. My life was getting even more complicated!
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The next morning my mom and I were in the waiting room of one Doctor
Holbrook.
I felt uncomfortable sitting there. There were a couple of other kids in
the waiting room waiting to see one of the two doctors that the L.A.
Gender Clinic employed. Unlike me, they didn't seem to pass quite so
well. One of them was wearing a dress. He, or she I guess, looked a
little too large to be a girl. Her face was made up quite expertly and
she looked pretty good, despite the giveaways that her size displayed.
The other was a scrawny little boy. Dressed in tight jeans and a tight
shirt, it was a little hard to guess which way he was transitioning. I
assumed female-to-male only because he had short, cropped hair and didn't
wear any makeup. But he could have been a young male to female who hadn't
started transitioning too.
Both of them kept staring at me. I knew that I looked completely female.
It was two weeks to the day since I had sung at Johnny's party, and I had
learned a lot since then that helped me to see just how beautiful I was.
"Are you a boy or a girl?" the small boy finally asked. The large girl
leaned forward to hear the answer too.
"I'm a girl," I replied. I really didn't want to have this conversation
with them.
"Did you start that way?" the girl asked.
"No," I replied truthfully. This was one of the few places I felt I could
truly answer that question.
"Wow," the small boy said. "I hope I can look as good as you someday."
I guess that answered my question about his transition. I was about to
answer him and tell him that he probably could with his small size and
young age, but was interrupted by a nurse before I could.
"Megan Campbell?" she said.
I stood up and grabbed my purse before smiling and giving the two other
kids a small wave and joining my mom near the hallway the nurse was
standing in front of.
"Right this way," she said. She then led us down the hallway and into an
exam room. She had me sit on the examination table and proceeded to take
my blood pressure before telling us that the doctor would be with us
shortly.
I was nervous. What if something else was wrong with me? Was there
something to be concerned about?
"It'll be okay, honey," my mom said, interrupting the negative thoughts
that were starting to crowd my head.
"I hope so," was all I could say.
We sat in silence for a few minutes before there was a knock on the door
and an older woman entered. She looked a lot like my Gran, and she
immediately seemed to put me at ease.
"Hello..." She consulted her chart. "Megan. How are you today?"
"Good, Doctor," I replied nervously.
She smiled at me. "Don't worry, we'll get you on your way to becoming a
young man quickly."
I was immediately filled with horror! That wasn't why I was here!
The doctor looked at my face, and then she looked at her chart again. She
then realized her mistake, and said, "Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry!"
I was speechless! I didn't know what to tell her. She looked a little
upset now too.
"I'm sorry, Megan," she said again. "Your name is listed here as Megan. I
don't usually see people for the first time who have already changed
their names. That, combined with how natural you look as a girl made me
assume that you wanted to go the other way."
"I..." I still didn't know what to say. I was completely surprised at the
horror that I felt at the suggestion of going back to being Brett. It was
less than a week ago that I was struggling with this decision. Now it
seemed so certain that the implication I might be going the other way was
a horrible thought.
"It's okay," I was finally able to tell her. "I just...the thought upset
me more than I thought it would."
"I understand," she said. "And I truly am sorry. How long have you been
transitioning?"
I wasn't quite sure if she meant the time since I decided to live full-
time, or if she meant the six years since the accident. I turned to Mom
for confirmation.
"About two weeks now," Mom told the doctor. It was our turn to see the
shock on the doctor's face this time.
"Wow," she finally said. "And you've already changed your name?"
"There are other concerns in her life," Mom replied. "The name change was
necessary, but the feelings are real."
"What kind of concerns?" Dr. Holbrook asked warily.
"Nothing illegal," my mom said immediately. She was apparently on the
same wavelength as the doctor because I didn't even realize that was what
the doctor was implying. "Just privacy concerns."
The doctor looked down at her chart again. "I see that you were referred
by Dr. Casper. How long have you been seeing her?"
Dr. Casper was Mary. I had been calling her Mary since the first session
I'd had with her. It was one of the first things she had asked me to do.
I didn't really know her as Dr. Casper.
"Six years," I told Dr. Holbrook.
"Six years!" she repeated. She seemed impressed. "What made you decide to
transition now?"
That was not an easy answer. Instead of trying to make it sound like one
we told her about the accident and everything that had transpired until
now, leaving out the Sarah Carerra part, of course. She'd have to sign a
non-disclosure agreement before we told her about that.
She continued to ask a number of other questions before eventually
discussing how we wanted to proceed.
"So you're worried about there being something else other than the
accident involved in your development?" she asked.
"Yeah," I told her. "My cousin seemed to think that it wasn't normal."
"I'll be honest with you," Dr. Holbrook said. "She might be right. This
type of development is unusual in a male of your age who has been through
what you have. But it also isn't unheard of. This may be normal, or there
may be something else involved."
"What do we do?" Mom asked her.
"I'd like to start with some tests," the doctor said. "I think we should
start by ruling out any intersex conditions. If we can do that, then the
chances of there being something involved will be small. We can take some
blood and then go from there."
"Okay," I said. "When will you know?"
"We will have the results of most of the tests later this evening," she
explained. "But one of them we will need to send out to another lab. It
could take up to a week to get that one back. I think if we made an
appointment for next Friday, we'll know what's going on inside your body.
Sound okay to you?"
I nodded, and my mom also agreed.
"Great," Dr. Holbrook said while scribbling on a notepad. She then tore
off the piece of paper and handed it to me. "Take this down the hall to
the lab. They'll take the blood sample and then you can make an
appointment for next Friday at the front desk."
"Thank you, doctor," my mom and I said.
"You're welcome, dear," she replied. "We'll get this all sorted out
soon."
She left us with a smile.
---
I was rubbing my arm when Mom dropped me off at school. As if school
wasn't bad enough, I was now slightly lightheaded from having my blood
taken. I hated needles, but I think the queasiness was partly because
they took four vials of blood. Even if that was a small percentage
overall, it certainly took an emotional toll watching it pour out of my
arm and into the vials!
I'd missed first period, and after getting an excuse note from the front
office I started walking to my locker to get my books for second and
third period. I turned a corner and found myself face to face with Jared
Lumbart. Jared was one of the offensive linesmen for the football team.
He was big, and not the brightest of the bunch. He grinned when he saw
me.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little freak," he said. His grin
turned evil. I unconsciously took a step backward. "Where you going?"
I turned to run, but he was too fast for me. He grabbed the loop on the
back of my backpack and yanked, pulling me off my feet. He let go once I
was on my way down and I landed hard on my pack, something poking me in
the back from inside. Before I could respond I felt a kick connect with
my thigh. Then I could hear the screaming. It was loud and sounded close.
It was me.
That kick had hurt! I turned toward him and saw another kick heading my
way. I cringed and shut my eyes, not able to move fast enough to avoid
it.
It never came.
Instead I heard another yell, this one deeper and masculine. It was
followed shortly by an 'oof' and then a large thump.
Opening my eyes slightly I saw Jared lying on the floor, clutching his
side. David Cartwright, the boy I had met outside the principal's office
on Monday, was standing over him, glaring at him.
"You're dead, Cartwright," Jared yelled at him.
"You just beat up a girl!" David yelled right back. "Didn't your mother
teach you better manners than that!?"
"This freak is not a girl!" Jared screamed. A few of the classroom doors
were now opening and a number of teachers came rushing out.
"What's going on here?" Coach Madsen nearly yelled his question as he ran
up to us. He was the first teacher to reach us, and unfortunately he was
also the football coach. I figured he wasn't going to side with me on
this one.
"This freak attacked me!" Jared yelled, pointing at me. "I was only
defending myself."
Coach Madsen's face hardened at Jared's words. It seemed likely to me
that he would trust his own player, but it looked like he didn't believe
Jared. Before he had a chance to respond, David was screaming back at
Jared.
"That's a lie!" David yelled. "I saw the whole thing. She turned the
corner, saw you, and started to run. You yanked her back, threw her to
the ground and kicked her!"
"Is this true?" The coach asked Jared. Jared didn't need to answer; his
coach could see it in his face. "I warned all of you, Jared. I'm afraid
we need to go to the principal's office."
"But he hit me!" Jared yelled, this time pointing at David.
"And it sounds like you deserved it!" Coach Madsen yelled back at him.
"What were you thinking? You don't treat girls like that, Mr. Lumbart."
"But he..." Jared started, looking at me again.
"She!" Coach Madsen interrupted. After the way the football team had
treated me, I wasn't expecting him to be on my side.
It looked like Jared wanted to say more, but he wisely shut his mouth.
Coach Madsen then turned to me.
"Are you okay?" he asked. He reached out his hand to help me up.
"Yeah," I said, taking his hand and allowing him to pull me up. I yelped
when I tried to put weight on my left leg. With a grimace, I said, "I'm
fine."
He didn't believe me.
"Mr. Cartwright, please escort Megan to the nurse's office," he said.
"Jared, come with me."
It looked like Jared was going to protest, but instead he got up and
followed the football coach toward the principal's office. David reached
down and picked up my backpack and slung it over his shoulder.
"Can you walk?" David asked me, ignoring the stares of the other students
and teachers crowded around us.
"Yeah," I told him, but winced when I tried to take a step to prove it.
My thigh really hurt. The only upside was that I didn't think anything
was broken.
"Come on," he said and pointed in the direction of the nurse's office.
I took another step, and the pain was a little less. I hoped it was one
of those 'walk it off' injuries. I was afraid that David was going to try
to help me walk, but he seemed happy enough to walk next to me instead.
I looked over at him. He was grinning at me, much like he had on Monday.
He must have learned the truth about me now, but he was staring at me in
a way that made me feel uncomfortable.
"You're an enigma, you know," he finally said after we had walked about
half the distance in silence.
"Why?" I asked.
"You're so beautiful," he replied. "They say you used to be a boy, but I
find that insane. There's no way that could be true."
I was shocked! Even though he seemed to know the truth about me, he
didn't believe it. That was both refreshing and scary at the same time. I
didn't know how to respond, and we ended up walking the rest of the way
in silence.
He seemed reluctant to leave me with the nurse, but eventually he spoke
again.
"I'll see you around, Megan," he said. He grinned at me again before
walking away.
I sincerely hoped I didn't ever see him again, even if he was my hero of
the day. I turned and opened the door to the nurse's office. Mrs.
Pratchett, the little old lady who had acted as the school's nurse for
many years, looked up at my entrance. She looked somewhat surprised when
she recognized me, but the shock left her face quickly and was replaced
with concern. I'm sure she'd seen the wince that had crossed my face at
her look and assumed that it was from physical pain. It wasn't.
"What can I do for you, dear?" she asked me. She stood up from her desk
and approached me.
"Um," I started. I was at the nurse's office like Coach Madsen wanted,
but I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to do. I mean, my leg was
starting to feel better now. "I'm not sure, I was told to come to your
office, but I think I'm probably okay. I'll just go."
"No, no," she said while opening the door further. "Please come in and
have a seat."
She pointed at a chair along one wall and I shrugged and walked over to
it and sat down. If nothing else, it would keep me out of class longer.
"Why were you sent here?" she asked. The concern was evident in her eyes
once again.
"Well," I started. "I kind of got kicked in the hall. It's probably just
a bruise, I'll be fine."
"Don't be so modest, Megan," I heard from the doorway. I hadn't heard her
approach, but Ms. Carson, my first period teacher, was standing there.
She turned toward Mrs. Pratchett before speaking. "According to one of
the other students, she was knocked to the ground and then kicked in the
left thigh pretty hard."
"In or out then, Dorothy," Mrs. Pratchett said. "We better take a look
and we don't need the whole school looking in."
I groaned. The last thing I wanted to do is take off my pants in front of
women I hardly knew! But I was sure old Mrs. Pratchett wouldn't let me
leave until she was sure I wasn't injured. I heard the bell ring
indicating the end of second period, which seemed to be the deciding
factor for Ms. Carson. She stepped into the office and closed the door.
"Off with your pants," Mrs. Pratchett said in a matter-of-fact manner.
She turned and locked the door to guarantee us some privacy.
"Um," I said, struggling to find a way out of this situation. When I
couldn't think of anything I decided the easiest way to get through this
would be to comply. "Do I need to take them off or can I just pull them
down far enough to see?"
Mrs. Pratchett sighed like I was being inconsiderate of her time. "Pull
them down then. Just let me take a look and make sure you're okay, and
you can get back to class."
I was a little embarrassed to do so, but I unlatched the belt to the
jeans I was wearing, unbuttoned the button, and then slid them down my
legs far enough to see where I had been kicked.
There was an intake of breath at my actions. I could certainly see why.
The skin on my thigh was already starting to darken and the unmistakable
hue of a large bruise was settling in. I wouldn't be wearing any short
skirts for the foreseeable future.
But when I looked up at the two ladies in the room, I noticed that their
attention was not directed on the bruise, per se. They were both looking
slightly to the left with astonished looks on their faces. Glancing back
down I realized they were staring at my panties. Sure, they were light
pink with a little lace around the waistband and the legs, but they
weren't anything out of the ordinary.
"What?" I finally had to ask. I still wasn't even sure that they had seen
the bruise they were so adamant about checking on.
"Nothing," Ms. Carson said incredulously. "It's just...well, I thought
you were a boy."
I sighed again. Like every other pair of panties I'd worn since the day
of the accident, there was nothing to be seen that indicated I was not
the girl I appeared to be. The doctors had been able to save some of what
defined my old sex, but it was almost a redundant effort. There simply
wasn't enough left to do much but break the image when I was naked.
"Well," Ms. Carson finally continued after Mrs. Pratchett had regained
her composure and started looking at the bruise. "You certainly fooled
everyone into thinking that you were a boy."
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