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ONE
I stood at the doors of the conference hall, peeking through the glass.
Most of the area managers and managers had left now, but a few were
lingering, catching up with friends they might not have seen in a while.
And there were some I'd asked to hang back and wait to see me at the end
of the presentations and celebrations.
I didn't realise Jo was behind me until she placed a hand on my shoulder.
"It's great to see you back in the company," she said with a breezy
smile, hugging me. "And thanks for my promotion."
I returned her embrace and touched her arm.
"It was one of my first decisions," I said. "I know you, could see how
hard you've been working when I checked your results. It was easy. How
are you settling in?"
"I'm loving it. The staff know me. I've been in that store for years.
Even before we met. I inherited it from Claire so I knew it would be in
good shape."
I looked at my best friend through the glass. Claire's career had been
pretty much frozen by Lyn in the aftermath of what had happened. Jo was
one of my first decisions when I returned to the company. My very first
was getting Claire into area management where I knew she would be
effective.
For a moment, I thought about Abbie. The way Jo had leap-frogged over her
as her career evolved.
"How's Abbie?" I asked.
"I'm working with her. I think she'll get better, but she's not a leader.
She doesn't inspire people to be better. Not the way you did."
The problem was, Abbie had settled under Lyn's wing. Had learned to
manage rather than lead.
"I'm sure you'll work things out. She just has to learn to not be a
sheep. Hopefully she'll find a path."
I hugged my friend again.
"It's so good to see you. I'm glad we'll be catching up later, but for
now......" I peeked through the windows of the door again. Lyn was
marching about, getting impatient.
"I can't believe she didn't recognise me," I whispered to myself.
"Well, you have changed," Jo said.
TWO
I had. It had been a long and difficult journey. Yet delightful and
memorable, too. There had been many, many changes in my life.
For a while I couldn't use the word, but now I could. I remembered the
morning after I was raped.
In a horrible way, it had liberated me. I woke crying, as I did for many
mornings, nightmares taunting me every night. But I knew I was free.
That, with the support of my friends, I could move on. I had to turn what
had happened to me into a positive, or it would destroy me.
That first day, Claire visited. As she did each day for weeks.
From the first cell phone Claire had fought for - she actually had a
little bruising on her cheek, and I touched her tenderly - she had
identified three members of staff. During their dismissal processes two
of those handed in their cells hoping it would help them. Claire
continued down this path, eventually discovering everybody who had been
out there that night except for a couple of drunks she and Jo didn't
know.
Kat, Jenny and Lyn........They were all easily identifiable.
But I asked her not to go to the police. I actually had to beg her. I
didn't want this to become a public spectacle that dragged out for
months, maybe years. I wanted.........I needed to move on.
"They have to pay," Claire had argued. "What if they ensnare a man? Do
this again."
God, I loved her. Not another man, or another guy. A man.............It
was so easy for her to accept who I was, despite the fact that I sat with
her, trapped in a male body.
"They won't," I assured her. "It was personal for Kat and Lyn. Jenny just
got caught up in the excitement. She's young. She didn't know how to
process the power she was experiencing. And the men, the pigs recording
it.......They were drunk, just looking to get-off on what was happening."
Claire insisted I watch the footage, but I couldn't. She told me I was in
denial, that I needed to see it to truly move on. I knew one day I
would........but not so soon. I had to put distance between who I was and
the despicable things that had happened to help bring me here.
"I fired everybody I could find," Claire told me. "Kat never turned in
for work. But the others.....I couldn't believe they showed their faces.
Jenny shit a brick when I told her she was lucky I didn't go to the
police. This day and age, they're all going to struggle to find work."
Suddenly, she couldn't make eye contact.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly.
"I can't touch Lyn. Not without using the cell footage."
I had tears in my eyes. I wouldn't share those recordings. I couldn't
look at them myself.
"I'm sorry," Claire said, starting to cry.
"Hey, girl." I held her tight. "No. Don't. You're the best friend I ever
had. I know you've done all you can. Look, you know how I love my
movies?"
She nodded, sniffing, wiping her eyes.
I looked at her, dismayed, but strong. "Sometimes the bad guys win."
"Not that bitch. Not after what she did."
"Claire, let it go. Keep the footage if you want. Maybe one day........"
What? I thought. Maybe one day what? One day I'll watch it? One day we'll
use it? Who knew? I just wanted this behind me.
"Keep the footage safe," I told her.
THREE
Sometimes I thought about Kat. How different our lives were because of
that stupid night when we were younger. Inexperience and rashness making
us uncapable of understanding something different and the impact our
thoughtless actions could have later in life.
I knew I was where I had always wanted to be in life, but what about her?
She had vanished and I never saw her again. Sometimes I caught myself
thinking, what if I did see her? Just bumped into her one day on the
street. What would I say? What would I do?
I never did find an answer.
One night, after a few glasses of wine, I invited Claire around. I asked
her to bring the footage. At this request, she brought Jo and we sat
together watching it. We all cried and they held me, once more, all
night. What I saw was terrifying.
But I had survived it. And now, seeing what had actually happened, I
could find strength within myself that I had got through it and not been
destroyed by it. I had believed all my life to turn weaknesses and
negatives into positives and strengths. This was so extreme....yet I had
to.
That night I thought maybe we should have gone to the police, but I never
told Claire. And on that couch, holding each other and crying together, a
sacred and special sisterhood, I was glad I had waited and distanced
myself from the trauma before I watched it.
FOUR
I applied for the Tesco job and was ecstatic when I got it after a
rigorous interview process.
They were accepting of who I was. That I was a woman. And that was how I
started with my store team, on the very first day, introducing myself as
a woman - not transgender - even though it was early days in my knew
journey as my body started to accept changes. There were a few who
struggled, but as a team we supported each other and with each day I
found more and more new friends.
In those days I began counselling. I talked a lot about my life, my
childhood and adult experiences as I tried to understand who I was, and I
started to confirm what I had always suspected about myself. I had lived
with so much conflict within myself, often self-hatred. Don't get me
wrong, as an adult, dressing and living privately as a woman, as much as
I could.......I had many happy times. But why, oh why, had I denied and
fought with my truth for decades? The pain I had caused myself.
The counselling helped a great deal.
A year later I transferred to another store. A relocation. A transition
in life.
Transition..........
It was a frightening word and concept I had hid from all my life - but I
started to embrace the possibilities ahead. I knew it would be a
difficult choice, but it's what I needed to do. Through the hardships of
change, something wonderful was ahead.
I opened my heart about who I was.
After turning two struggling Tesco stores around, I moved onto my third a
couple of years ago. This time I was no longer working as a woman.
I truly was a woman.
FIVE
From the day I met her, Isabella, the woman I had met at the casino when
I was working as a cocktail waitress, continued to see me. As well as my
friends Claire and Jo, she was my rock. She got me through many sleepless
nights once we moved in together. Even before then when I would wake,
sweating and alone, back at that Christmas party........She was there to
talk all night long, often pulling me back from the edge of a terrifying
precipice.
I never thought I'd be in a relationship like that.......never believed
I'd be in love like that and find something so special. I had never given
it any consideration. Sometimes, you don't realise how badly you are
missing something until you find it.
We had our share of difficulties. As well as the pressures of any
relationship, in a way I was struggling to be born again, into the body I
had always dreamed of having, re-learning so much that she took for
granted even though I had a solid foundation due to a lifetime of
feminine behaviour. While she was always at my side, I could sometimes
see the strain I was putting on her.
We talked about attending support groups, but one night, on vacation back
in her Italian homeland, we found ourselves in a secluded cove, bathed in
moonlight. It was warm, the water tickling our toes as we held each
other.
"Some people are ambushed by something like this," she said. "But my eyes
were wide open when I met you, and they are wide open now. I see you,
Lauren Pink. Regardless of what you look like, I see you in there and
it's you I love."
She proposed to me then and I tried not to cry.......but how could I not?
We were married soon after that night.
Still are. And I love her more each day.
SIX
About six months ago Claire called me. Told me a Regional Manager
position had opened up in Argos.
"Are you going for it?" she asked.
"Don't be crazy," I told her. Tesco had been good to me. I was happy. The
salary bump would be nice. I hadn't told anyone yet, but we had decided
to adopt a child and start a family.
"You're doing great at Tesco," she told me. "But you know Argos from the
ground up. You could-"
"Come on, Claire," I said. "I still have my old cheer-leading outfit.
Maybe it will fit you."
She didn't laugh at my attempted joke. Neither did I. It wasn't funny.
"Sorry," I told her.
"Listen, we tried to change people's way of thinking at a store level,
and it didn't work. There were too many old school, negative thinkers
above us. Managers who believed it was about how loud you barked and not
how well you listened." I let her continue her pitch. "But now, with you
at the top, we can lead in the ways we always believed. Educate the store
managers as we did the colleagues in our store."
"That's quite a speech," I told her. "Have you been practising?"
She laughed. "I rehearsed a little."
I swallowed deeply. Thought a moment.
"Lauren? You there, Sweetie?"
"Lyn?" I asked.
"She's still here," Claire said, and after a moment added: "She's
applying for the post."
I thought again. Realised my hand was trembling slightly. I fought to
keep it still.
"Will you go for it?" Claire asked.
I spoke with Isabella long into the night and we made lazy love.
Over breakfast we talked some more. She said she felt it would be good
for me, to return. She said I would find some closure to what had
happened in the past.
"Besides," she said. "If you don't get it, you're happy in Tesco. And if
you do get it, you can always turn them down. Their loss."
I completed a rudimentary application that started the process. At one
point the form asked for any previous experience within the company. I
typed Yes, and - since I was applying under my married name - explained
how they could find my old records.
My married name..........Lauren Rossi.
I was such a happy wife.
SEVEN
Perhaps that's why Lyn didn't think of me when I was announced for the
position. Because she didn't recognise my name.
And she still didn't recognise me as I entered the, almost deserted,
conference hall. Jo walked at my side, and when she saw us, Claire gave
me a hug.
"I'm so proud of you," she whispered.
"I know. You tell me most times."
She playfully punched my arm.
"But it's always nice to hear," I told her.
"You wanted to see me," Lyn interupted.
"Yes. Thank you for waiting."
I looked her in the eye. She had no suspicions at all about who I was. It
had been years, of course. And, obviously, I looked different now. But
had I meant so little? I thought she would at least have-
"It's nice to meet you Lauren," she said. "But I really do need to hit
the road. What can I do for you?"
"I've been looking at your records," I said. "And those of your stores.
For the last five years, on other areas, most stores have either levelled
off or moved forward. The majority of your stores have consistently
fallen further and further behind their year-on-year performance."
Her eyes widened, not expecting such a challenge so early in my R.M
tenure.
"I keep telling them to get their fingers out of their asses and do
better. Get the dead wood out of their stores. I can't be in all the
stores all the time."
She sounded like a petulant child, not a woman in position of leadership
in a sometimes thriving company.
At my silence, she went from defensive to aggressive.
"Don't you think you can come in here and shake things up," she warned
me.
I flashed back to those days in the store office, complying to every one
of her rotten wishes. Knowing my nature and submissiveness, being forced
to strip for her amusement. I flashed on the Christmas party, and whereas
once these images had tortured me, I could now control how I felt.
Claire touched my arm softly.
I wasn't that person anymore. I was strong.
"Are you ready?" Claire asked.
I nodded and smiled.
"I'm not going to shake things up," I assured Lyn. "But tomorrow you will
voluntarily step down, and I'll be moving Claire officially into your
position."
Lyn looked at Claire. For a moment she dis-regarded me, believing this
was some kind of power-play by my friend.
She stepped up to Claire. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Oh, boy, I thought. You don't want to pick that fight. Claire had years
of protective anger bottled up inside her. I could see her start to
seethe. The cork was about to pop.
I held her hand tight.
"Lauren?" she asked.
I finally nodded.
From her handbag she removed a cell phone.
"Who are you calling?" Lyn demanded. "Can't fight your own battles.
Crying to Mommy?"
"I just want to share something with you," Claire said calmly.
She played the video. The night of the Christmas party. I was bound, Lyn
on me, and then talking about the rules of her game: Odd Cock Out.
"Where did you get this?" Lyn demanded. She must have heard rumors about
the footage in the aftermath and the dismissals, but as nobody came for
her she must have always believed she was safe.
"This is going to be great," the man behind the cell, our expert
videographer, whispered. "I haven't had a good blow job in years."
"Turn that off!" Lyn demanded.
"Wait," Claire told her. "Hold on. This is my favorite part."
"Get away from her you fuckers!"
Claire and Jo invading the scene and........well, rescuing me.
The images jerked and bounced as the man fled, dropping his cellphone. He
stooped down for it, and there were flashes of Claire tackling him. I
remembered her purple bruises. I found her arm, and realised Jo was
holding her on the other side.
"What the hell has that cross-dresser got to do with this?" Lyn demanded.
I looked at her. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind I could sense
wheels starting to turn, but she still didn't recognise me.
Claire put the cell back in her bag.
"Tomorrow you'll voluntarily step down," I instructed. "You have a
family, a mortgage, so I won't leave you without a job. Jo has an opening
for an ASC. She'll keep an eye on you."
Jo nodded. "Office based. I'll take the phone lines out and you'll be in
there every minute of the day. Your toxic attitude isn't going to stink
up my store."
Lyn looked at me. "Who do you think you are?"
"If you don't want the ASC role, maybe your sister has an opening for a
cocktail waitress at her casino," I told her.
She looked around nervously. Then back on me.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her eyes widening, the penny about to drop.
She struggled to find words. It was a golden moment. Precious. Her lip
starting to quiver.
"I was always told not to take this footage to the police," Claire said.
"And I respected my friend's wishes. But I'll show it across the company,
to every single store and the board. Who knows what they'll do with you?"
"You wouldn't dare," Lyn hissed, and then rounded on me, finally sure
about who I was. "You wouldn't let her do that. You wouldn't expose
yourself in that situation."
I smiled.
"That's not me in that footage," I told her. "That's somebody I used to
know a long time ago. But he's gone now. And that's sad, it really is,
but he left for a beautiful reason......"
Lyn gasped. A pathetic mewling sound escaped her lips.
"Knock out in one," Jo grinned. "Bitch went down."
I stepped up to Lyn.
"My name is Lauren Rossi," I told her. "But you used to know me as Miss
Pink."
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