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Like A Woman
Helena had just sat down with a drink when there was a loud knock at
her front door. She thought for a moment about ignoring it, but decided
she would be better off seeing who it was, so she dashed to the door
and opened it. She was then shocked and surprised to find two police
officers standing on her doorstep. One was male, tall, dark and was
wearing plain clothes, his colleague, a much shorter, younger, blonde
woman, was in uniform. They flashed their badges at Helena to confirm
that they were indeed the police.
"Helena Green?" The plain clothed man spoke first.
"Yes..." Helena replied tentatively.
"I'm Detective Inspector Simon West, this is Constable Melinda Booth.
Do you mind if we come in?"
"What's this about?" Helena tried her best to stall.
"We'll explain everything when we're inside. May I?" Detective West was
very insistent on coming into the house, so Helena reluctantly stepped
aside and let him and his colleague inside. She took a deep breath and
closed the door behind them.
"Take a seat." Helena sat back down in her usual chair and immediately
took a sip of her tea, which by now had started to go cold. The two
police officers sat down next to each other on the couch to the left of
her.
"We'll cut straight to the chase. We are here because we have reason to
believe that your husband is still alive." Detective West delivered the
news while Constable Booth remained silent.
"Oh my.... what? No. But he's dead. He was presumed dead. Almost
certainly, that's what I was told!"
"I can only imagine what a shock it must be to hear us say this, but
recent developments have come to light and as a result we've reopened
his missing person case."
"I don't understand," Helena muttered.
"When he went missing three years ago, it was quickly presumed that he
had died, as you know."
"Suicide, you told me...."
"Yes, well that's what we thought. His car was found at a popular
suicide spot, along with some of his belongings, and a note,
handwriting confirmed to be his by yourself. And when we looked further
into his disappearance, he appeared to have disappeared off the grid so
to speak, no trace of him whatsoever, anywhere in the world. His body
was never found, but we felt at the time that it was safe to say he had
taken his own life."
"So what's changed?" Helena asked, somewhat impatiently.
"Last week we were contacted by the British consulate in Hanoi,
Vietnam. They had obtained several stolen passports from local police,
belonging to British nationals. They dated back several years, and
Julian's passport was among them."
"So you think he's in Vietnam?!" Helena replied, curiously.
"No, but we think he likely passed through there on his was to
somewhere else, Cambodia, Thailand, maybe Hong Kong or China. It looks
to us like he swapped his genuine British passport for a fake one with
a new identity. In doing this he was attempting to break the trail,
make it more difficult to track him down."
"So how did he get to Vietnam on his own passport then? Were you not
tracking him?"
"Yes, we were, which makes us think he found another way of getting out
there - smuggled into the country somehow. But he had taken his genuine
passport with him."
"Well I haven't heard from him, if that's what you came to ask me!"
Helena snapped.
"We weren't going to ask you that. If he is still alive, we wouldn't
expect him to contact you directly, it would be too risky for him, and
he would potentially put you in trouble too. Currently we're just
trying to piece together what's happened."
"I see."
"We doubt he will still be in Asia, he will have either moved on to
another part of the world, or may even have thought about coming back
to the UK by now. People who run away and go abroad often end up coming
home within five years, and usually that's the mistake they make."
"Mistake?"
"Yes, they come home thinking we've forgotten all about them and their
case, and then we catch up with them."
"I find it very hard to comprehend, it took me a long time to come to
terms with what happened to Julian. I didn't want to believe it at
first, but I was told in no uncertain terms that my husband had died.
And here you are now telling me he might not be!"
"I'm sorry Mrs Green. I know this can't be easy for you," Constable
Booth finally spoke.
"Why can't you just accept it, like I have? Just let him rest in peace
now please. Don't give me any false hope."
"We can't leave this I'm afraid, not while there is a chance he is
still alive. He is still a wanted man, wanted in connection with a
serious crime," Detective West added.
"How could I forget? You still not let that one go?"
"No, of course we haven't. Two people died in that fire, your husband
was named as a suspect and at the time of his disappearance, he hadn't
yet been eliminated from our enquiries."
"Then you told me he was dead..." Helena was becoming restless.
"We thought he was. But now with this new lead we have, we can
potentially open up the case he was involved with again."
"Allegedly involved with..."
"Yes, indeed." Detective West nodded.
"But I've not heard from him, so I'm unable to help."
"We understand. We just wanted to let you know on the off chance he
tries to contact you at some point soon."
"He won't, because he is dead." Helena stood up, indicating it was time
for the two police officers to leave.
"Ok Mrs Green, thank you for your time."
Detective West and Constable Booth stood up from the couch and began
their walk to the front door. Constable Booth then stopped and turned
back to Helena.
"Oh actually, just one more thing Mrs Green..."
"What?"
"Do you live here alone?" the constable asked curiously.
"Yes, I've lived alone ever since Julian died. Why?"
"You have two cars in the driveway, that's all."
"Oh...." Helena paused, slightly flustered. "The second car belongs to
my friend. She's visiting from London, she's staying with me for a few
days."
"Where is she now?" Detective West added.
"She's just popped out for a walk," Helena replied abruptly.
"Oh ok. Well we'll be in touch if there are any further developments."
"Goodbye." Helena closed the door and took a deep breath.
Helena watched through the window as the two police officers went back
to their car and drove off up the street. She sat back down in here
chair and calmed herself down, she had not enjoyed their visit at all.
A few moments later the front door opened again, and a tall, big
chested woman walked into the front room. She took off her jacket and
lay it down over the arm of the couch. She was wearing a long green
skirt, navy blue blouse and black leather ankle boots. Her long curly
dyed red hair was loosely tied back in a pony tail and golden hooped
earrings dangled from each of her ears. She was wearing simple make up,
a deep red lipstick, dark eyeliner and some mascara.
"I saw a police car parked outside so waited round the corner until
they'd gone. What did they want?" The woman sat down on the couch,
where Constable Booth had been just a few minutes ago.
"You fucking idiot. They found your old passport in Vietnam. They think
you're still alive!" Helena screamed.
"Oh..."
"How on earth did your old passport turned up? You said you'd destroyed
it?" Helena continued.
"I sold it."
"What?"
"I sold it, some Vietnamese man gave me ?200 for it, in whatever
currency they have out there..."
"Dong..."
"Yes. But it helped me get me to Thailand. The person I sold to was
obviously just a bit careless with it after I'd left..."
"Very careless..." Helena sighed, she had calmed down slightly.
"So what did they say, the police?" The woman asked, curiously.
"Well they're looking for Julian again, they think he's alive and could
be in the UK."
"Did they suspect you know anything?"
"No they didn't say that. I'd get rid of that car you bought though if
I were you. They saw it in the driveway and questioned why I had two. I
told you it was a bad idea to buy another car."
"OK... It was just a spur of the moment purchase, I was missing my old
car.'
"It was a stupid thing to go out and buy."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'll get rid of it," The woman paused for a second.
"Will this affect the life insurance pay out?!"
"Yes, almost certainly. I was just weeks away from it finally coming
through and then this happens. I've been waiting years for that money.
I'm sure now they won't pay out until Julian is presumed dead again."
"We could do with the extra money now."
"You don't say."
"I'm sorry.... about the passport."
"Hmm."
"So what do we do now?" The woman adjusted her position on the couch.
"We just have to be careful and wait for things to blow over, which
they will. That detective and his pretty little assistant will probably
come back again at some point, but we can't let them get suspicious.
We'll be fine if we keep our mouths shut. They'll never find Julian."
"Of course they won't, he's gone." The woman smiled wryly.
"But they could still piece it all together, so it's important they
never meet you. And you must get rid of that car!"
"OK, I will. I'll advertise it in the Buy 'n' Sell, first thing
tomorrow."
"And I also think it's time you told me exactly what happened in
Thailand."
"You know what happened."
"No, I know that my husband disappeared to Asia for two years and came
back as a woman! That was never part of the plan..."
"I know, things just got a bit... crazy. After having made it to
Vietnam as planned, I was introduced to some people who said they could
help me. I sold them my passport and in return they got me into
Thailand, using fake documents. A few days later I was in Bangkok and
my contact there took me to a backstreet hospital. The next thing I
knew I was sat with a doctor who spoke very poor English. But he told
me that the best option I had for changing my appearance and making
sure no one would recognise me when I got back home, was to become a
woman. He gave me his price and I paid him double, that's how you get
the best treatment and aftercare out there apparently."
"I see..."
"They pumped me full of hormones and within days I'd had a boob job.
Then quite soon afterwards, I had the rest of the surgery, which was
quite traumatic. I was in hospital for weeks recovering, but they
looked after me very well. For the next few months I stayed in an
apartment on the edge of the city, two Thai women dropped by every day
to check on me, they did my hair and taught me how to do make up, and
other beauty regimes."
"Sounds like you were enjoying yourself..."
"Not especially, but there was no going back, I was a woman now. I was
Kirsten. I had to move on with my life and make the best of it. All I
could think about was coming home to you, but I knew it would take time
and I had to wait at least until I had a new passport and identity
documents, so I could travel safely and without suspicion. I stayed in
Thailand another twelve months, I even found a job, working in a bridal
shop."
"A bit of a change from your last job..."
"Yes, well I can't imagine I'll be going back into the construction
industry now."
"Hmm," Helena Scowled.
"What?" Kirsten asked.
"I still can't believe you did this," Helena snapped. "You knew what
the plan was! You were supposed to just to lie low for a while in
Vietnam, then once the insurance money came through I'd come out there
and find you. Why on earth did you feel the need to become a woman?!"
"It was the only way I was going to get to come home," Kirsten
insisted.
"Well you're stuck with it now, there's no going back. You better just
hope the police don't figure out what you did, or track down your fake
doctor in Thailand or something..."
"I'm sure we'll be fine," Kirsten tried to be positive.
"You better hope so. You do know in coming back so soon, you've dragged
me into everything. I'd be done for aiding and assisting if they catch
up with you now, before this I was just a grieving widow."
"I'm sorry."
"All this because of a drunken night out..." Helena muttered.
"Don't go into all that again..." Kirsten snapped. "I've told you many
times what happened that night, I had nothing to do with that fire."
"The police seem pretty insistent that you did."
"Someone grassed me in, didn't they? I was there, but I wasn't the one
who started it."
"Well there's no going back now. You chose to run away to Asia and come
back as a woman. You better just hope your secret stays just that."
"The police are looking for Julian Green, they have no reason to
suspect Kirsten Bradshaw."
"Let's hope you're right." Helena stood up and left the room, ending
the conversation.
A few days later, Helena was out at the shops and Kirsten was at home
catching up on some of her chores. She was wearing a long brown skirt,
loose grey top and sandals. She had her hair tied up in a loose bun and
was stood behind the ironing board, Iron in hand when suddenly there
was a knock at the door. Not thinking twice about who it could be, she
put down her iron and went to the front door.
Her heart sank as she opened the door and saw the two police officers
standing in front of her.
"Oh, hello. We were hoping to speak with Helena, is she in?" The tall,
plain clothed officer spoke first.
"No, she's out at the moment," Kirsten mumbled. She instantly began to
feel her cheeks burning and her heart beat faster.
"Oh, that's OK. And you are?"
"I'm Kirsten."
"Helena's friend from London?"
"Er, yes."
"Nice to meet you. She told us the other day she had a friend saying
with her for a while. I'm Detective Inspector West and this is
Constable Booth. Do you mind if we come in? We'd like to wait for
Helena as we really need to speak to her, if that's ok?"
"I, err..." Kirsten stalled.
"It's quite important," Constable Booth added.
"Ok..." Kirsten really had no choice so reluctantly let the two police
officers inside.
Detective West and Constable Booth sat down in the same place they had
done last time they were in the house and waited for Kirsten to join
them.
"You helping with Helena's housework?" Detective West asked.
"Yes," Kirsten replied nervously.
"That's nice of you, if you're just staying as a guest."
"Well Helena has a lot on, I like to help out where I can."
"Are you staying here for long?" Constable Booth probed a bit further.
"No, just for a few more days."
"Did you say your name was Kirsten?" Detective West enquired.
"Yes, Kirsten Bradshaw."
"I'm sure Helena told you the reason why we were here the other day?"
"Yes, you think you may have found her husband?"
"Not exactly. But we have strong reason to believe he's still alive."
"Oh, really?" Kirsten tried to hide her discomfort, but was still
feeling flustered.
"Yes, we have managed to track down his movements in Vietnam, and then
over the border into Laos, and onto Thailand."
It was at that moment that Helena returned through the front door,
shopping bags in hand. She was shocked to see the police officers back
in her house again so soon, and for Kirsten to be sat down chatting to
them.
"What's going on? Kirsten?"
"Its fine, the detective and the constable have some more information
about Julian. They think he went to Thailand..."
"Hello Mrs Green, and sorry to stop by unannounced again." Detective
West turned to Helena.
"Kirsten, why don't you go and make some tea?" Helena made an excuse to
get her out of the room.
"Sure." Kirsten stood up quickly and promptly headed into the kitchen.
"So what were you saying about Julian?" Helena sat down in the chair
just vacated by Kirsten.
"We're pretty sure he made it into Thailand," Detective West answered.
"Ok, so?" Helena replied harshly.
"Local police raided an illegal hospital in Bangkok, details about all
their foreign patients were obtained, and a description of a patient
matching Julian's description was found amongst the data. The date of
admission matches around the time we now know he entered the country."
"OK, so he became unwell and went to hospital. What's the issue?"
"Well firstly it does strongly suggest that Julian is still alive, at
least he was at this time, three months after his apparent suicide. And
secondly, the documents we've obtained from the hospital tell us the
procedure he went through."
"What was that?" Helena closed her eyes, she knew what was coming.
"Gender reassignment..."
"What...." she mumbled.
"He had a sex change!" Constable Booth blurted out.
"Thank you Constable Booth. Yes, we now strongly believe that Julian is
now a woman. It's a highly unusual move for someone on the run, but not
totally unheard of."
"Rubbish. First you tell me my deceased husband is alive, and now you
tell me he's a woman?! I don't believe it." Helena sat back in her
chair.
"I know it's a lot to take in," Constable Booth added.
"You can say that again," Helena snapped.
"We think there is a high probability he, or should I say she, will try
to contact you at some point, and will possibly want to come home. So
we thought you should be aware, and stay alert."
"Ok, I will. Thank you. Now if you don't mind, I have things to do this
afternoon..."
"Of course..."
The detective and the constable said their goodbyes and left the house,
it was clear they were no longer welcome. Soon after, Kirsten returned
from the kitchen.
"Did you hear that?!" There was panic in Helena's voice now.
"I did yes, every word," Kirsten confirmed.
"They still don't know it's you..."
"No, but they know Kirsten Bradshaw exists now."
"They can't speak to you again, it's too risky. Never answer the door
when I'm not here. And sell your bloody car, immediately!"
"OK, I'll lower the price." Kirsten sat down on the couch and looked
over at her wife.
"You really need to lay low now and wait for this to all blow over.
They're getting closer but they still have nothing on you, we need to
make sure it stays that way."
"Agreed. I'll do whatever it takes." Kirsten took a deep breath and
attempted to calm herself down.
Six months passed and nothing more was heard from the two Detective
Inspectors. The trail appeared to have gone cold and there was hope
again that the insurance company may finally be ready to pay out on
Julian's life insurance policy. Helena and Kirsten carried on with
their lives, and while they both remained overly cautious, particularly
when leaving the house together, the apparent lack of police activity
allowed them to relax a little. Kirsten had finally sold her car and
decided to remain living with Helena, financially there was no other
option. And while she tried her best to fit in to society as a woman,
Helena tried her best to show her the same kind of love and affection
she had shown to Julian.
Soon it was August which and the city's annual Pride weekend. It was
not an event either Helena or Julian had shown much interest in
attending before, but this year seemed different. Kirsten had begun to
embrace her new life as a transgender woman so insisted that she go to
the parade. Helena agreed, but on the insistence they retain a low
profile whilst outside. They both concluded that with the expected big
crowds and the noisy celebrations, the chances of them being seen
together was quite low. And anyway, they had been out together as two
women plenty of times previously without having run into any trouble.
The whole city seemed to have come out for the parade, and while Helena
stood at the side and watched, Kirsten proudly took her place within
the procession through the city centre. Being surrounded by such a
welcoming and supportive group of people allowed her to, for the first
time in a long time, relax and enjoy herself. She danced and swished
her rainbow dress and waved her flag. There was no judgment by anyone,
finally she felt as if she belonged as a woman. But then, just as the
parade was reaching its final few minutes, she heard someone shouting
at her from the crowd.
"JULAIN!! JULIAN GREEN!!"
Instinctively Kirsten turned around to where the shouting was coming
from. To her horror, she saw it was Constable Booth who was shouting
here. She was wearing her usual police uniform, but with a rainbow
coloured ribbon attached to her hat.
"It is you, I knew it!!" The policewoman jumped the barrier and quickly
joined Kirsten on the road.
"I, err..."
Kirsten was flustered and didn't know what to say or how to react.
There was no point in denying it now, has had well and truly been
caught.
"I knew it was you, and now you've confirmed it. From the moment we met
you at the house, no offence, but I knew you'd been through some kind
of surgery. You weren't yet comfortable in your new body. I couldn't
say anything at the time of course, we needed more evidence in your
case. Selling us your car certainly helped with that though!"
"What?" Kirsten replied, she was getting increasingly flustered.
"You sold your car to Brenda, she works at the station! It set the ball
rolling in identifying you, it helped us find out who Kirsten Bradshaw
really was, when she had last applied for a passport, when she had
entered the country, where she had travelled here from, things like
that! It didn't take us long to piece it all together, to confirm that
the mysterious Kirsten Bradshaw was formerly a man called Julian
Green... "
"I had to do it. It was my only option..." Kirsten was insistent.
"That's not true! You didn't have to run away to Asia. You could have
stayed here and faced your crime, taken your punishment like a man..."
"Alleged crime..."
"Oh give over, you know you started that fire. When we finally get to
re-open that case again, your fingerprints will be all over the place,
it won't take us very long to prove your guilt. You could have faced up
to it like a man, instead you took the drastic step of becoming a woman
- a very attractive woman I must say, if you're into the larger lady. A
bit top heavy perhaps, it was very brave to give yourself such an
impressive chest all in one go. What are they? Double D's?!"
Kirsten didn't answer.
"Well we can do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is to
enjoy the rest of the parade and then you come with me to the station
afterwards. Shall we just save a bit of time and do that, yes?"
"Yes," Kirsten agreed. She was defeated.
"OK, Kirsten, I'll be walking just behind you, I'll see you when you
get to the end of the parade. Don't forget to wave your flag! I love
your dress by the way, very colourful..." Constable Booth giggled to
herself and stepped back a few paces, allowing Kirsten to continue with
the procession.
Kirsten carried on walking and waving her rainbow flag. She found it
difficult to join in with the smiles and the dancing any longer though.
She knew when she got to the end of the parade her life would change,
again, and not for the better. She looked around but had no idea where
Helena was. She found herself regretting all the decisions she had made
but had no intention of taking her wife down too. This was all on here.
She would face her crime on her own, and take her punishment like a
woman.
The End
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