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"Good Morning Mr. Jones, welcome back," said the elderly security guard
as I strolled into the office of Adventure Travel PLC.
"Good Morning John, how are you today," I asked, pausing briefly to
collect an updated ID card that he was offering me, as I came to his
desk.
"Mustn't grumble, mustn't grumble," John replied, "and how are you Mr.
Jones?"
"I am very well thank you," I said as I made my way to the lift.
"You are looking very well, although there is something different about
you, Mr. Jones," remarked John, "and how is your lovely child?"
"She is very well, thanks, but she's getting a bit heavy to carry now,
we must be overfeeding her" I said, putting Bekka's chair down and for
effect rubbing an imaginary sore arm. John chuckled and then I was saved
any more comments about my appearance by the arrival of the lift.
I looked at myself in the lift mirror. Even wearing my shirt and jacket
and tying my hair back in a less feminine ponytail I looked more
androgynous than male. It didn't help that I now completely filled my
maternity bra and as a result my office clothes were less loose on me. I
wished I had checked my appearance earlier and had taken the opportunity
to buy some larger sizes. I hoped that I would get through the day
without any further comments.
A little later after dropping Bekka off in the workplace nursery and
getting a funny look from Janis, the nursery nurse, I walked into the
office. As I opened the door, Jules looked up from her desk.
"Steve!, welcome back!" she yelled, standing up and then walking toward
me to embrace me.
"Hi, Jules, nice to be back," I said.
"Let me look at you. You have changed a lot since I saw you last," she
commented.
"It is a couple of months," I responded defensively.
"Oh, yes, your hair is longer and I reckon you have grown somewhere
else," she said smiling and discretely giving my right breast a light
squeeze.
I blushed a little with the unexpected intimacy and moved away toward my
workstation.
"So what's the goss?" I asked trying to divert her attention from my
physical appearance.
I sat down behind my desk being grateful for the barrier while Jules
filled me in with some of the office news.
Soon our conversation was interrupted by the needs of the job and I
plunged into my usual long list of phone calls, emails and faxes to
agents, hoteliers and suppliers. The time flew by as I battled to solve
the usual weekend collection of holiday problems. Once again I was
surprised by the number of times I was considered to be female on the
phone, especially by people I had not spoken to before. This response
seemed to be more frequent since I had gone to Manchester.
I was interrupted briefly by Jules bringing me a coffee and arranging
our usual lunchtime visit to O'Leary's, where we would meet Kathleen,
who was on a language course nearby.
I felt something vibrating madly in an inside pocket of my jacket. I
retrieved the pager, which I had forgotten about while trying to get on
top of my work. I glanced at the message.
"Bekka needs a feed."
I saved the European holiday itinerary that I had been working on and
made my way quickly to the nursery to feed my beautiful daughter.
Janis, as usual, was busy trying to comfort Bekka while feeding some
sunshine orange breakfast to an older child. I changed her quickly and
then sat down to give my own sunshine her breakfast, which fortunately
wasn't orange.
As she suckled contentedly I untied my ponytail, which was beginning to
give me a bit of a headache. It was a relief to have my hair free, even
if it was irritating to have to keep brushing it away from my face,
whenever I looked down at Bekka to check her progress. Soon it was time
to swap breasts after she temporarily exhausted the milk supply in the
first one.
"You don't look much like a Steve, you know, with your hair like that
and feeding Bekka," said Janis.
I looked up to see her standing in the doorway of the little room I was
using to breastfeed.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
She came in and sat down in the chair next to me and sipped on her
coffee before answering.
"Why don't you tell me what's really going on, I didn't have much time
to talk to you before you went away to Manchester," she said.
"Janis, I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at," I responded,
feeling a bit puzzled by the question.
"Steve, I'm not naive and I watch the day time talk shows, you know,"
she explained, "it's obvious to me that there is more to this situation
and the breastfeeding"
"Really Janis, that's all it is, there's nothing else."
"Well what's with the hair then? Steve are you having a sex change?" she
blurted out.
I looked at her in amazement.
"No, of course not, what sort of question is that?" I asked.
"Looking at you now, a sensible one I would have thought," she replied.
The empty feeding bottle flew into the room, heading for Janis. At the
last minute I reached up and caught it in my left hand before it could
hit her in the back of the head. I held it out to her.
"I think one of your customers wants some more attention," I said,
smiling, as she took the bottle and frowned.
"Thanks, yes, he is a real bundle of fun, that one, I'd have ten
children like your Bekka rather than one of him, anytime," she said
before rushing off to give little Lionel more excessive attention.
I kissed my precious child and then returned her to her cot, after she
had finished her feed and fallen asleep. I looked at the time and
realised that it was time to meet Jules and Kathleen. I made my way to
the pub, getting another strange look from John when I left the
building.
I saw a familiar face walking toward me.
"Hi Kathleen, aren't five languages enough?" I asked our star linguist.
She stopped and looked at me.
"Steve?" she asked, uncertainly.
"Of course, who else?" I replied.
"Sorry, it's just that you look, sort of, a lot different, really, and
why are you wearing that jacket, it's much to hot," she said, referring
to the mid-day summer heat that was quickly feeling oppressive after the
air-conditioned office.
"Hi Kathleen, Steve, what good timing, come on let's get over and grab a
table," said Jules, who had come up behind us.
"It's a bit of a scorcher today, how do you like it Kathleen?" asked
Jules as we made our way to O'Leary's.
"I love this weather, but I don't think Steve does, I would be boiling
in a jacket like that," she replied.
"Yes, Steve, why don't you take it off," Jules asked.
"You know why, Jules," I said.
"Yes, I suppose you have a point," she agreed," but it is hot and it
might be the same in O'Leary's.
"Listen why don't you take your jacket off, leave your hair down and
keep your shirt unbuttoned," Jules suggested after a few seconds.
"Why?" I asked.
"It will hint at what is under there and people, well men, will look
less at your clothes and face while they're trying to work you what
you've got," she replied.
"What do you mean, what he's got, Jules?" asked Kathleen.
"Steve, tell her, she'll have to know at some point," Jules said.
"She means my breasts," I said, taking off my jacket and unbuttoning the
top part of my shirt.
Kathleen looked at me transfixed, and then shook her head in disbelief
at what she was looking at.
"You've got boobs!" she said.
"Well done Inspector Clouseau, " said Jules, laughing.
"But, how, are you a woman who wants to be a man?" she asked, obviously
completely flummoxed.
I considered the irony of having been questioned about being a trans
woman and then a trans man within thirty minutes.
"No, I'm 100% male," I replied, "but have had to breast feed my baby
and, it's a long story, I'll give you a pr?cis over lunch."
"Throw your shoulders back to emphasise your assets a bit, be proud of
your figure," said Jules.
I did as requested and borrowed some lipstick to add to the illusion.
We reached our destination and were about to enter with behind another
group of office workers when I had an important thought. I touched both
of their arms to stop them.
"Listen," I whispered, "you can't call me Steve in the pub."
"Oh, yes, you're right, what can we call you instead?" asked Kathleen.
"What about Elizabeth, I've always liked that name," suggested Jules.
"Fiona," offered Kathleen, "that's a nice name for an office worker."
"I didn't realise that anyone was ever born to enjoy days trapped in a
small room," said Jules smiling.
"It's inherited, Jules," I explained, "didn't you know that the gene for
Facebook addiction had been identified?"
She looked at me strangely, as if she wasn't sure if there might not be
something in what I had suggested.
"Stephanie," I said.
"What about Stephanie?" Kathleen asked.
"You can call me Stephanie, I'll explain inside, come on, before all the
tables have gone"
We found one of the last tables and occupied three of the four seats. I
gave Kathleen a very short summary of how I had go to where I was while
we considered what to order. They went off to order while I applied a
little of the makeup bag that Jules had given me.
"Excuse me," asked a pleasant voice, "is this seat taken?"
I looked up to see a well-dressed man in his late twenties, looking at
me with a slight smile on his lips.
"No, just the two on the other side," I replied.
"Yes, I guessed they might be from the handbags on the table, do you
mind if I sit here?" he asked indicating the seat next to me on the
table.
"Not at all," I replied, "be my guest"
"I'm Eifion," he said as he sat down with his pint of beer.
"Staphanie," I responded, "you name is unusual, where are you from?"
"It's Welsh, I'm from Nefyn," he replied.
"Nevin, that sounds familiar somehow, where is it?" I asked.
"It's in North Wales, it's where the singer Duffy comes from," he
replied.
We chatted about the popular artist's music and her origins, Eifion had
gone to the same schools although he was a little older, and knew a
number of people who knew her. Soon the conversation had moved onto the
work that we did. I was enjoying the conversation so much that I didn't
notice Kathleen and Jules returning until Jules put my drink and my
chickpea wrap on the table in front of me. I made introductions and
noticed Jules giving me a funny look.
"I leave you for ten minutes and you are already flirting with a
handsome man, are you sure there's not something you want to tell me?"
whispered Jules in my ear, after Eifion had gone to fetch another drink.
"The answer is in the stars, Jules," I said as mysteriously as I could.
Before she could think of a response Eifion had returned and we had
resumed our interaction. By this time the pub was so busy and so noisy
that it was only possible to talk to the person sitting nearby so I
didn't feel that I was excluding Kathleen or Jules.
Jules tapped me on the shoulder.
"Time to go Stephanie, work calls," she said, emphasising my female
name.
"Bye Eifion, it was nice meeting you," I said, standing up and smiling
at my lunchtime companion
"It was nice meeting you too Stephanie, do you fancy meeting for a drink
sometime?" he asked.
At that moment I wished that the floor would open wide and swallow me
up. Behind me I heard Jules and Kathleen doing their best to suppress
their amusement.
To Be Continued....
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