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CHAPTER 19 - Women are like police, they can have all the evidence in
the world but they still insist on a confession.
He inquired if he could come in. His intentions of looking for George
were laughingly obvious. Ellen invited him in and led him to the kitchen
table where she asked if he would like a cup of coffee. She began the
process of brewing a pot. While her back was turned, he stood and asked
if he could use the bathroom. Again, she was sure he was looking for
evidence of a man in the house.
Testing him, Ellen knew the door on the newly installed bathroom stuck. A
carpenter had been called to fix it. She answered him. "Sure, there is
one in the hall across from the nursery, second door on your left. Sadly,
it is unusable at the moment, the lock is broken and I can't get the door
open. The only working toilet is off my bedroom. Head of the stairs.
He replied, "Let me take a look at the one here, I bet I can get it open."
Ellen smiled as she answered, "Knock yourself out."
Several minutes later, she could hear him putting his shoulder to the
door, forcing it open.
Returning with two steaming hot cups of coffee, she snuck a glance down
the hall and watched him leave the powder room as the toilet flushed. He
took the time to poke his head into the nursery. Satisfied there was no
sign of her husband, he returned to the kitchen.
When he returned, Ellen sat at the table with him. To throw him off
balance Ellen commented, "God help you if you left the toilet seat up.
Also, I didn't hear the water running. I don't mean to pry but is it the
FBIs normal practice not to wash their hands after using the facilities?"
He self-consciously wiped his hands on his trousers, then tried to regain
control over the interrogation. With a smile on his face, his palms face
down on the table, he leaned forward invading her private space and went
on the offensive.
"Mrs. Trousdale. Can I call you Ellen?" he asked and then carried on
without waiting for an answer. "I have to say I thought you would have
slipped up by now. We are positive you know your husband's whereabouts.
We are tired of playing games with you. Talk to me now or I am going to
charge you with obstruction of justice."
Ellen got an impending feeling of doom. But had a backbone of steel. No
one threatened her. She remained silent as he questioned Ellen on her
whereabouts last night. At first, she refused to answer then finally she
said she went to a spa whose name she couldn't remember. He next asked if
she knew her husband's location. He finally said, "The government needs
to find him." Her answer was, "Tsk, tsk, when are you going to leave me
alone? I have not seen George in months! Truth be told, I don't think he
will ever come home again."
"I don't believe you!"
At which Ellen said, "So despite my denials and flashing a badge at me,
you expect me to suddenly break down and tell you."
The agent had a ray of hope when Ellen said, "Do you have a piece of paper
and a pen"?
Nodding yes, he thought he had finally gotten through to her. He handed
her a piece of paper from his notebook and his lucky gold cross pen.
She wrote something on the paper, folded it in half and slid it back
across the table to the agent.
He opened the paper and wrinkled his forehead, "What's this?"
"It's the phone number of my lawyer, if you have any other questions call
him. Now please either arrest me or leave my house."
He shifted in his seat uncomfortably before he put the paper in his pocket
and came to his feet. Ellen walked him to the front door and
sarcastically waved him goodbye.
The next evening about 8 PM, she took two cups of coffee out to the men in
the sedan parked across the street from her house, and told them, "If they
ever needed to use the bathroom you are welcome in her home., all they had
to do was ask." Needless to say, they were shocked. It was also the last
time Ellen noticed anyone watching her home.
The next day, Beth stopped by to check on Ellen. The two women had become
as close as sisters. Ellen couldn't help herself and gave Beth a blow by
blow narrative of her surprising encounter with George.
Beth was embarrassed by her description of their bedroom gymnastics. But
as two best friends, nothing was off the table between them.
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The weeks crept by at a snail's pace. Ellen's pregnancy was not an easy
one. She only went into the office a few hours a day now. Despite her
absence, the business continued to thrive. Nancy had become like a sister
and did a marvelous job, making Ellen a lot of money. As a thankyou,
Ellen went so far as to have her attorney draw up the papers and
officially made Nancy a partner with twenty-five percent of the business.
Ellen followed her doctor's instructions to the letter, not wanting to
risk her or the baby's heath. Despite her best efforts, she still
suffered from hypertension and severe headaches. It got so bad that she
was forced to only work from home where she was for all intents and
purposes bed ridden. Venturing out only when absolutely necessary, Beth
was a godsend, stopping by every day to check on her and provide her with
fresh groceries and home cooked meals.
One morning, Ellen felt something wasn't right. She had a scheduled
appointment with her OB-GYN at noon. She agonized over the decision and
finally decided to tough it out. She took a cab, not feeling like driving
to her appointment. Her doctor was immediately concerned at the baby's
vital signs and recommended they induce her labor right now, even though
she was only at 37 weeks. She was excited at the thought of ending her
pregnancy early, as long as it didn't put the baby at risk. The doctor
called an ambulance and had Ellen transported to a hospital. Where she
breezed through check-in.
Entrenched firmly in a private room, she called Beth and asked her to go
get George and bring him to the hospital. Beth asked if that was wise.
Ellen, being in no mood for a debate, replied, "Think about it, Beth, if
anyone questioned his presence, he could simply identify himself as family
say he is my I don't know my sister-in-law."
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Heather had just finished her third room of the day and was surprised to
see his sister standing in the hall next to his laundry cart. He rushed
to her side and mumbled, "What are you doing here?" Not waiting for an
answer, he quickly scanned the area looking for anyone who could be the
authorities. He asked, "Were you followed?"
Her emotions getting the better of her, she got within an inch of his face
to spit out, "Hell if I know. You have to come with me right now. It's
Ellen, she's in the hospital."
Heather felt light headed, his head spinning, he thought he might faint.
Beth rushed to him and grabbed his arm as he started to sway. She held
him up. In a moment, the dizzy spell passed and he could focus again. He
leaned up against the wall, trying to hold back the faintness.
"I don't know what all is happening right now. Come on, my car is right
outside. Let's get to the hospital to find out how your family is doing."
Beth was close to panicking and neglected to pass on to her brother the
cover story Ellen had cooked up. George was a nervous wreck during the
short drive to the hospital. He was out the door before the car had come
to a full stop. George, still wearing his maid's uniform and in his
Heather persona, rushed to the front desk, followed closely by Beth to
find out where Ellen was. They were told she was about to be moved to the
delivery room.
This crazed maid stood at the desk and demanded to join her. The nurse
said she was sorry; it was the hospital's official policy that only direct
family members were allowed.
George was in no mood for bureaucratic nonsense. He tried to convince
them he was her husband, that got an unbelieving skepticism from the
staff. George made a real scene, screaming at the top of his lungs, in a
feminine contralto voice that he wasn't a woman but a man named George
Trousdale, Ellen's husband.
The attending physician called for someone from the Psychiatric Department
to come down to handle this obviously deranged woman who was insisting she
was a man and a patient's husband. When a doctor arrived, he tried to
calm down the delusional woman. Finally, George took matters in his own
hands he lifted his skirt up and pulled down his panties, and pulled out
his genitals and held them in his hand for the world to see.
With the evidence clearly on display the hospital grudgingly agreed he was
in fact a male. But still would not let the unbalanced individual into a
delivery room. George lost his patience and tried to force his way into
the room. He raced through the maze of corridors pursued by a posse of
doctors and orderlies.
He was finally stopped at his wife's door. Embarrassingly, it was a
petite blond nurse that stopped him dead in his tracks by grabbing him by
his hair and spinning him around. He was thrashing about attempting to
break free of her grip when security arrived and he was quickly subdued.
The situation was finally saved by Ellen who was alerted by the commotion
outside her room.
Demanding to know what was going on, she confirmed that, despite
appearances to the contrary, the female looking person in the maids'
uniform was indeed her husband George. When the staff was still
skeptical, she said the only thing she could think of to expedite the
situation. She announced to the gathered horde that George was
transitioning. He was currently going through his real-life test, living
and working as a woman. The hospital authorities, seeing how he was
dressed and fearing a discrimination lawsuit, did not question Ellen's
statement. The hospital authorities made a note in Ellen's chart that her
significant other was a transsexual. George was allowed into the room and
rushed to his wife's side.
Once the commotion had died down, the attention returned to Ellen. She
was rushed to the delivery room. It was not an easy delivery; Ellen was
in labor for almost 5 hours with George by her side the entire time.
Ellen finally gave birth to a healthy seven and one-half pound girl.
After asking to hold her child, Ellen wanted to talk to her husband. Beth
stepped forward and told her that George had been taken away by the
police. Beth wasn't sure what he was charged with. All she saw was him
being pushed into a police car in handcuffs. An exhausted Ellen let out a
blood curdling cry of despair. She was immediately sedated.
The next morning, she woke up in a private room that looked more like a
florist shop. Every spare inch held a bouquet of flowers. A nurse had
collected all the cards and handed them to the new mother. A quick glance
saw over half of the flowers were from Derrick. To her surprise, her
husband, still dressed like Heather, was sitting next to the bed holding
their daughter in his arms. Ellen blinked her eyes to clear her vision
and shook her head to wake up. "George, I was told the police arrested
you. What's going on? Please tell me you didn't break out of jail
again!"
George laughed, "How did you guess, it was a piece of cake this time.
They sent me to the woman's wing. I seduced a male guard, knocked him
unconscious and swapped clothes with him. This time dressed as a man, I
simply walked out the front door.
Ellen was almost apoplectic. George took pity on her all things
considered and told her, "No in all seriousness, not this time, I didn't
have to. I was taken to police headquarters where there was an FBI agent
waiting for me. He had some pretty unflattering things to say about you.
As it turns out, he is the one that has been visiting with Beth for
months. He really is a nice guy; I think he has a thing for Beth. He sat
me down and explained the authorities were actively looking for me; but
not to arrest me. It seems the guy who set me up with the narcotics had
been caught. He confessed that he was paid to plant the drugs on the guy
wearing a coat with a Carlson logo on it. He has a rap page as a drug
dealer. They want me to testify against him, hoping to get him to flip on
his boss. I told them I would gladly do that."
She addressed the elephant in the room, by asking, "What about the Mexican
government? Regardless of the fact you were innocent you still broke out
of jail."
"It seems they aren't anxious to admit to the world they sentenced an
innocent American to jail for ten years. The fact that I just walked out
of one of their prisons was a real embarrassment. They have agreed to
drop all charges. As long as I promise to stay out of Mexico and sign a
non-disclosure agreement with the Mexican government concerning my
imprisonment. It was made clear to me I can never tell anyone about how I
escaped.
"It's ironic that we broke out of jail and I was the subject of a national
manhunt by the police. But it took the police to free me from my prison
of femininity."
Handing the baby to his wife he finished his tale with, "The best news is
I can stop running from the law. For the first time in over a year, no
one is looking for me."
At that point, the baby reached out for him.
Ellen chuckled, "It seems there one person looking for her daddy."
"George, that is unbelievably good news, but why are you still in your
maid's uniform?"
"Lucky for me you still keep the spare house key under the door mat. I
went home and couldn't find anything there that fits me. By the way I
love the new four-poster bed you got. The flowery potpourri scent in the
bedroom was a tad overwhelming, it was a bit off putting trying to sleep
among it. Not wanting to be away from you and the baby any longer than I
had to, I washed this outfit and rushed back here. I figured that, once I
got you and the baby home, I will go shopping. This will be decent until
then."
Ellen studied her husband closely and noticed when he turned to face her.
he was wearing a light shade of lipstick and what had to be a coating of
mascara. Surprised she said, "Alright that makes sense. However, that
doesn't explain why you're wearing lipstick. I figured you would jump at
the chance to dump all the feminine trappings."
A little embarrassed he answered, "I thought if I have to dress like a
woman there would be less questions if I looked presentable. Hope I
didn't overdo it. I can wash it off if it makes you more comfortable."
"No, you look nice. Leave it on."
Looking at his lipstick she asked, " It looks familiar. What shade is it?
I think I would like to get some just like it."
Embarrassed George focused on his hands before answering, "It's called
Mango. Actually, it's yours, I saw it laying on your vanity. I don't
know what came over me. I saw it there and just had to try it on."
When he couldn't think of any words to justify his actions, he just hung
his head lowering his eyes demurely.
Ellen just couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease George so she
mockingly said, "What a wonderful surprise my husband and I have the same
taste in lipstick. But it looks better on you than me. Keep it as a
gift."
Ellen thought of something. "Heather, I would like a few magazines to
read while I am here. Could I ask you to run to the gift shop to get them
for me?"
Heather checked her wallet and confessed, he only had two dollars. Ellen
apologized, "I'm sorry I should have thought about that. Get me my purse,
please."
He handed her purse to her, she took out her debit card and handed it to
Heather and told her the password. "Honey, take this and keep it, until I
can get you some money of your own. There are sufficient funds in that
account to tide you over."
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