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Ms Yates
A Novel
Nine
By late February, they were struggling to get the paper out on time, the
second edition in a row they'd done on their own."How's it going?" Matt
asked as he walked back into the office. Tina was struggling to make an
article fit on page one without having to cut any of it. If she could
only drop the bottom of the page a few more pica, she just might make it.
"Shit," she muttered.
"Oh, now that's no proper way for a nice Girl Friday to talk."
"I have to either find the right line to hyphenate a word or I have to
cut something."
"Cut it, unless it's one of your pieces. No one else on this rag can
write," he said. She found an extra phrase that wasn't essential, and out
it went.
"Okay. We're ready to run the proofs. Wow! Is it after seven already?"
He suggested they call it a night.
"I'll run 'em tomorrow," he said. "If you don't mind, we can split them
between us for marking up tomorrow and Saturday before coming in on
Sunday to finalize them together. Then we can submit it on Monday."
She agreed, and reached for her coat.
"Hey, Tina, you've been a real brick with all of this. Would you let me
buy you dinner?"
She assured him that she loved doing the work. But he pressed it, so she
agreed. She called home and told her mother they were having dinner and
she'd be home a little later.
Matt had his license and he had a car, so it was easy. He drove to a
diner in the middle of town that was popular with the kids. At this time
of night, though, it was mostly families.
They talked about the paper. She mentioned a couple of ideas she had for
stories, but he kept turning the subject back to her. "I can't believe
how organized you are," he said.
"I guess it helps."
"You sure are a great help to me. I sometimes think we should just dump
these two guys and get it done. For one thing, you're a lot prettier than
they are."
She shifted in her seat.
"I didn't always know this stuff. I had to learn it, just like you did
and they do. I think if we teach them well enough they'll learn it,
especially if we have patience."
"Did you develop that?"
She gave him a quizzical look.
"I mean when you changed? We guys have no patience at all, but you girls
seem to have boatloads of it. So I just wondered if changing from one to
the other gave you more patience."
"I...I don't like talking about it, Matt. It was a very personal decision."
"You look great, though. I mean, you really make a pretty girl. If I
didn't know..."
"Please lower your voice!"
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't realize. Geez, that was pretty thoughtless of me,
I'm sorry, Tina. Really."
She assured him it was all right.
"I really appreciate it, though, how you help keep this paper going," he
said. She thanked him.
"So, I'll pick you up at one on Sunday? We can come in and finish
everything up." She agreed.
"Thank you for dinner," she said when he pulled up to her house. He
released his seat belt and turned to face her, his eyes darting
momentarily to her legs. She was wearing black tights under a houndstooth
skirt.
"The least I can do for my Girl Friday," he said. His hand brushed
against her leg, quickly enough for him to pretend it was an accident,
slowly enough so that she was certain it wasn't. "See you Sunday!" he
called as she got out of the car.
When she got inside, Marjorie had papers strewn all over the dining room
table.
"Hi, Sweetie," she called, not looking up.
"Mom, can I ask you a question?"
Marjorie looked up from her papers.
"What's a 'Girl Friday'?"
#
The next afternoon, she was working in the newspaper office, trying not
to be annoyed that Matt had left her three pages to review, taking just
one himself. She vowed to raise it when they met on Sunday. In the
meantime, she dug into the work.
"But you still haven't told me what you were trying to do!" she heard a
young female voice yell, not far beyond the office door. It was only a
half hour after the last class had ended, and there were still students
milling about.
"Nothing!" a boy cried in an anguished whisper. "Honest, Sarah, I wasn't
trying to do anything!"
"You were certainly doing something! You were trying to look at my
magazine! Why would a boy want to look at a teen fashion magazine?"
"I wasn't!"
"You were, you little pervert! And I'm going to tell everyone what a sick
little perverted creep you are."
"Sarah!"
Tina got up and went to the office door. A short way down the hall, a boy
was standing, facing the main stairway. She caught a glimpse of a girl
bounding up the steps to the front door of the school.
"Hey," she called softly. "You okay?"
He turned to face her. He was young, clearly a freshman. He was white as
a ghost, no color at all.
"Come in and sit down," she said. "Come on, sit with me."
He didn't move. She walked over and gently took his arm. He let her lead
her into the office, and she immediately closed the door. He sat down in
the chair next to her desk.
"Can I get you anything?" she offered. "We have a small fridge here -
bottled water and some cola."
He shook his head slowly.
"I just want to end it all," he said. He started to cry. She went over to
him and hugged him.
"No," she said. "You never want to do that. What's your name?"
"Jeremy Hall."
"Any relation to Steven?"
"Yeah. My brother. My older brother, the football star, and me the little
wimp. Shit, if she blabs about this, he's gonna kill me."
"What happened?"
Sarah sat next to him in study hall. She had been reading a magazine and
he had gotten curious and looked over. She'd seen it and was threatening
to spread all sorts of stories about him.
"Girls say things about boys all the time. Usually, it doesn't even
register."
He was staring at the floor.
"A fashion magazine?" she asked. He nodded, but didn't see her smile.
"Jeremy, I'm Tina Yates. Have you ever heard that name before?"
He looked up.
"Yeah, I have. My brother's mentioned it."
"Ken Carlisle and I are very good friends, so I know Steve a little. Did
he say anything in particular?"
"Just that he thought it was weird that Ken was so tight with you. Never
said why, though."
"I'm transgendered. I was born a boy, like you. Over a year ago, I
decided to live full time as a girl. So, if there's any special reason
you were checking out a teen fashion magazine, I'd be a good person to
talk to about it."
He could only stare at her.
"Door's closed. No one else is here. If you meant it when you said you
wanted to end it all, you really have to talk to someone about it, and if
you don't talk to me, I will have to contact the counseling office."
"Why?"
"Because you told me that you are a potential suicide risk, and I could
never just do nothing about that."
He sat back and pondered that.
"So," she asked, gently, "do you have a femme name?"
The hard glare softened after a moment, since she met it with a smile. He
was only a little over five feet tall, very slim, with rather large eyes,
a small nose and higher cheekbones than she might have expected. His hair
was light brown, not quite blonde, long and thick on top, but buzz cut
down the back and around the sides.
"Gerrilynn."
She liked it, and told him so. He'd wanted to be a girl since he was a
little kid, but had only recently gotten the chance to dress. With only
one older brother, the only items he could try were his mother's, and
they were still a little big on him.
"How did you manage it?" he asked her.
"After my dad passed away, it was just my mom and my older sister. I'd
been dressing for years, and my mom had even caught me a few times. She
never told my dad, and when I finally told her that I needed to do this,
she was afraid to say no. All in all, I was pretty lucky."
He sat back, still looking forlorn.
"I did find out something important," she went on. "There are a lot of
really good kids in this school. I have a lot of really good friends. Ms.
Barnes is also a good principal, although sometimes she's not as forceful
as I'd like her to be. There are lots worse places to come out than
here."
"I can't come out!" he cried.
"I know. But I also know that the first thing you have to do is realize
that there is nothing bad about what you're doing. Your nature is such
that you feel you should be a girl. Some people still get really torqued
up about it but that doesn't mean you're wrong, or I'm wrong.
"I want to be your friend, if you'll let me, Gerrilynn."
The smile was tentative but unmistakable.
"And promise me, no more suicide talk."
"I promise."
He was about to leave.
"Why don't you join the paper? We need good people, and that way we could
get to know each other better."
"Thanks. I'd like that."
#
Matt picked her up on Sunday, as promised. But as soon as she got in the
car, his bright smile vanished, replaced by a deep scowl.
"That's a different look for you," he said. She was wearing black
leggings. She laughed.
"We have a lot of work to do. I want to be comfortable."
He drove the entire way to school in silence. When they got there, she
opened the office, flipped on the lights and slipped off her coat, all in
one continuous motion.
"What the fuck?" he snapped. She turned around and saw he was staring at
her. She was wearing the Mets sweatshirt she had gotten the summer before
at the Met game.
"What, now?" she asked. "You know the heat is never up to normal on
weekends here. It's chilly."
He said nothing as he took a seat. She pulled out her very thick folder
of proofs while he took out his thin one.
"By the way," she said, "I did not appreciate being stuck with three
quarters of the work."
"Sorry. I just figured that since you work so much faster than I do, it
would even out in time spent."
"I'll final check yours while you do mine."
They swapped folders. She found a few things he'd missed. He scanned hers
but made no changes.
"So," he said, still pouting, "is that why you did this? Because you're
annoyed at me for the unequal workload?"
She put the folder down.
"What, exactly, did I do?"
"This!" he snapped, gesturing at her shirt. "Not exactly you at your
hottest."
"Is there a dress code here? Or are you just miffed that I won't be
prancing around in heels and a short skirt today?"
"Hey, you're the one who changed over. What is this, longing for your
lost boyhood?"
She picked up her purse and started to put on her coat.
"Where are you going?"
"You know, I was beginning to wonder if I was going a little bit crazy.
Recently you've been alternating sweet talk with little reminders of the
fact that I am transgendered. Not that it makes any difference to you."
"It doesn't!"
"Bull shit! You dump extra work on me, expect me to make the big
decisions, but you want to take the credit. Your 'Girl Friday'? I am the
assistant editor-in-chief. Or, was.
"Since you're such a big shot, finish the paper on your own. I quit!"
She walked all the way home. Marjorie looked stunned when she was back so
early, but when "Is everything all right?" was answered with a flat,
"Yeah", she let it go.
Tina knew what she had to do. She went upstairs, closed the door and
called Dr. Fleming.
"Hi," she said to the answering machine. "It's TinaMarie. I know you
don't have Sunday hours, but I just need to talk to you. Please call me
on my cell."
She flopped down on the bed, staring down at "Mets" written in script
across the front of her blue sweatshirt. She thought back on being with
Doug on New Years Eve, how desperately she'd wanted him.
"I'm glad I never told him," she whispered aloud.
The cell rang.
"You okay?" Dr. Fleming asked. She told her everything that had happened
with Matt. The doctor gave a heavy sigh.
"Tina, honey, I really don't think this is a good conversation to have
over the phone. It really needs to be face to face. But it also needs to
be right now, so why don't you come over? Don't go to the office door;
come to the front door of the house. Okay?"
A half hour later, she was sitting in Dr. Fleming's living room.
"Very cute," she said, nodding to her outfit. "And a very healthy sign."
"Healthy?"
"That you don't always feel the need to dress in an ultra-feminine manner
to feel like you are presenting as a girl. And your reaction to that
boy's come-on is very healthy, too."
She explained that many transgendered people over-identified with
traditional gender roles and often took them to extremes. Female-to-males
were attracted to police work, firefighting or construction while male-
to-females often longed to be homemakers. Tina's growing comfort with a
realistic expression of femininity was a sign that she had moved beyond
such strict stereotypes.
"And your assumption of a leadership role with the paper is an example of
that."
"I still prefer skirts and dresses," she said, and Dr. Fleming laughed.
"And I'm sure you always will. Like you told me about your friend,
Alyssa, some girls are just more girly, and you're one of them."
But there was another aspect to this. There were men who identified with
traditional male gender roles who were made very insecure by the growing
number of assertive women. For them, male-to-females represented an
option in personal relationships founded on the notion that someone was
still willing to fill a very subservient female gender role.
"Such relationships can work, but they are extremely one-sided and highly
exploitative."
"You think Matt wanted such a relationship with me?"
"It sounds like he might have. I'm sorry you went through such a
frustrating and hurtful experience, but I'm glad you reacted as you did
and I'm very pleased with how you are doing. As you know, I was very
hesitant about you going forward at your age, but I'm glad to see it
working so well.
"I only wish you had a regular support group."
"Some of my friends have talked about forming an LGBT student group at
school, but...I don't know. I feel like I have so much on my plate already,
and besides, they'd never let us form it like a school club or anything."
Dr. Fleming thought about that.
"Sometimes, we gain the most when we help others. But I imagine you'll
work all that out."
#
"I got your note this morning. I don't accept it."
It was not the reaction that Tina had expected. Ms. Gunderson was clearly
angry at Tina's resignation from the paper, even after she had been very
concise in explaining why she couldn't stay on.
"Is that what you're going to do anytime things don't go your way? Cut
and run?"
They were standing in the hallway in front of the main office as
lunchtime crowds of students swirled around them.
"When the only alternative is to do all the work myself," Tina replied,
"yes. If there was another way, I would take it."
Ms. Gunderson suddenly broke into a grin.
"That's my girl. Of course there's another way. Trumble is out, you're
in. Congratulations."
"Wait a minute! That's the 'I do all the work' scenario."
"Oh, you'll figure that out. I'll meet you in the office at four. Gotta
run." She turned and strode briskly down the hall. Tina turned to
Meredith, who'd been at her side the whole time.
"That bitch has flipped," Meredith said with finality.
They walked downstairs to the cafeteria and ran into Jeff as he was
coming out.
"Hey, Tina!" he said. "What're you gonna do about the paper?"
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you hear? Matt Trumble got suspended. Seems he was using school
computers to scan porn sites. That makes you editor-in-chief, doesn't
it?"
"I guess so."
He rushed off. Tina turned to Meredith and said, "I guess you're right."
"What? That Gunderson has flipped?"
"No. That she's a bitch."
They got on line to get lunch. Meredith went on to find a table when Tina
saw Amanda Broderick. She went right over.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked.
"I guess."
She told her what had happened and asked her to come back to the paper.
"You're saying you're desperate for help in getting the paper out, so you
want me to come back and be best friends."
"No. I'm saying I can get this edition out myself if I have to, but I'd
rather delay it and bring both you and Shawna back so we can go forward
on an even keel. It would be nice if we could be friends, and I'm more
than willing to be because it makes for a nicer atmosphere, but all we
absolutely need is to just respect each other and work together."
Amanda started to respond but stopped.
"Wait. You'd be willing to be friends?"
"Why not? I never had anything against you, I was just pissed that you
didn't want to run my article. I'd expect you to react the same way if I
wanted to cut something of yours. And if I did, and it was good enough to
run, you'd go over my head and win and we'd run it, and I'd probably be
annoyed. But, considering that we're both a little older, and we've both
had bad experiences with Matt, I suspect that won't happen. At least I
hope not."
She stopped to consider it.
"Okay, I'm in. I'll meet you after school in the office. I'll try to talk
Shawna into coming, too."
Tina thanked her, but said that she preferred to talk to Shawna herself.
When she did, an hour later, Shawna was more than willing.
#
Tina was sitting at her desk with Amanda, Shawna, Lyle and Brad arrayed
around her. She had spent the past half hour laying out what the boys
still had to learn, and making it clear that the three girls would be
teaching them.
"And stop looking at me with those cow eyes," Shawna said to Brad, who
looked like he wanted to die.
"Look, guys. People have feelings. Let's start with that. But, Brad, you
have to know that a senior girl is way out of your league, beautiful
though she is.
Shawna smiled.
"Thanks."
"Okay. Each of you will be a page editor - Amanda will have Page One,
Shawna Page Two, Brad, Page Three and Lyle, Page Four. Functionally, that
puts Amanda in charge of top news, Shawna in charge of editorial and
opinion pieces, Brad in charge of features and club news and Lyle in
charge of sports. On the masthead, Amanda and Shawna will be listed as
assistant editors-in-chief and Lyle and Brad will be listed as page
editors."
Ms. Gunderson walked in.
"Ah, the coup is complete! Wonderful! I knew you would."
"Is the school ready for a transgendered editor?" Tina asked. Everyone
stared.
"I thought that topic was off limits," Shawna said.
"I'd prefer that it be," Tina said. "But I want you to understand that
while it's not something I advertise I'm not ashamed of it, either. I
like who I am, and I hope you all do, too."
"Good for you," Ms. Gunderson said.
"We'll delay the issue one week so that Lyle and Brad can use it as a
tutorial," Tina said.
#
She was helping Marjorie clean up after dinner when the phone rang.
Marjorie answered.
"It's Meredith," she said. "She sounds very upset."
"Turn on the news," Meredith said.
"Why? What..."
"Turn it on now!" The call ended.
Marjorie came with her into the living room as they put the set on.
"...uncertain how the trouble started, but it is now confirmed that the
victim was a fifteen-year-old boy named Jason Mack who had recently been
'outed' as gay. Officials confirm that the perpetrators were members of
one of the school's sports teams, although it is not currently known
which one.
"Stevenson High School had recently denied a request by students to form
a recognized school chapter of the LGBT Alliance, saying that the school
would not do anything to condone deviant sexual behavior. Advocates say
that has encouraged incidents like this one."
Tina ran out of the house and over to the Bennetts' house. The side door
was open. She ran into the living room where Meredith was crying and
pulled her into an embrace.
"What are we gonna do?" Meredith sobbed.
"We fight!" Tina vowed, grasping her shoulders and looking into her eyes.
"Goddamnit, we fight!!"
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