(aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2368 by Angharad Copyright© 2014 Angharad
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The young man seemed transfixed by the pill then he burst into tears, “I don’t know what to do,” he sobbed.
“What d’you feel you need to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, what d’you want to do?”
“I’m not even sure about that.”
“So how did the vice principal get involved?”
“My marks were falling.”
“And you disclosed it in a tutorial?”
“Yes—was that a mistake?”
“I don’t know—probably not as the university has a policy about equality and diversity, so if you decide to swap over, it’s obliged to support you. The problem is, once you do, it’s pretty well irrevocable.”
“So what do I do, take your pill?”
“There is no magic pill, I just wanted to see your response to it so I could try and gauge where you were.”
“Where I was? I don’t understand.”
“If you gone for the pill, then offering support for your transition would have been wrong because it would be something you either didn’t wish to do or weren’t ready to do. That you didn’t, means you’re contemplating transitioning, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know, I thought I was but when I see beautiful women like you, I know I’d be wasting my time.”
“I don’t look very beautiful when the baby wakes me up in the middle of the night, neither do I feel very beautiful.”
“I feel so jealous of you for being able to have babies, I’d give my left arm to be able to get pregnant.”
“How would you carry a baby with just one arm?”
“Eh?”
“You said you’d give your left arm to have babies.”
“It’s fantasy, isn’t it. I’ll never be a mother like you obviously are.”
“I’m not sure comparing yourself to me is really helping things is it? To compete with me you’d have to go some, and I mean some. So let’s keep this relevant, shall we?”
“Okay.”
“Are you seeing a gender specialist?”
“Um—not yet.”
“Have you spoken to your own doctor?”
“Not directly.”
What is it with people today, they seem to have less idea than ever?
“Well I think that might be a good idea. Have you spoken to student health?”
“No, not yet.”
“Well you need to do that too.”
He looked at the floor and tears dripped off his nose.
“Are you really transgender?”
“Yes, I think I am.”
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“Carl or Carly, which ever you prefer, I’m not rejecting you or giving you the brush off because I’m not, however, I can’t really do very much until you have some idea of where you want to go. I usually help with things like appearance and presentation.”
“Where do I start?”
“Have you not done any reading on transitioning or on transgenderism or transsexualism?”
“Um—not really.”
“I suggest you do, then come back and see me when you know what you want to do.”
He seemed to be playing with something on his jacket—was it a microphone? I began to wonder if he was with some anti tg group, usually religious but not always. Was I being set up? If so what for or why? Was he actually a real student or a plant?
Whatever he was I needed rid of him so I could do my own researches.
“Right, Carl, I don’t think I can do anything more to help you until you know what you want to do and have registered with a gender clinic or specialist in gender medicine. You also need to speak with student health. Okay?”
“So you’re not going to help me change sex?”
“No, I’m a biologist, you need to speak to people with more idea than I have.”
“But they said you were an expert on it.”
“I think they mislead you whoever they were.”
“But they said.”
“Did they?”
“Yes, the vice principal did.”
“Other than being a sympathetic ear, I can’t do anything else.”
“They said you could arrange a sex change for me.”
“They were mistaken, I deal with ecology not sexuality issues.”
“So why won’t you help me?”
“Shall we ask the vice principal why he sent you to me?”
“To help me change sex.”
This guy felt more like a plant by the moment.
“I don’t think so.”
I picked up the phone and he said loudly, “So you won’t help me?”
“I think you’d better leave, don’t you?”
It took several minutes to get him out of my office whereupon I called the vice principal’s secretary. They had no knowledge of any such referral or even of such a student. It was a set up. They immediately set up an enquiry as to how the man had got into the building. Thank goodness I hadn’t disclosed anything useful about me or anyone else.
I called security but he’d long gone. I then spoke to Tom, who told me to go home. Just what was going on? I did go home and rather than go straight there I went via a tortuous route so no one would follow me. I had no idea why anyone would be investigating me or who they’d be. It looked like a tabloid but which one and why?
Comments
This Looks Like a Fun Tangent
This is just what we need. Things were getting a bit quiet of late. Cathy's no fool, thank heavens. Somebody's going to get their knickers shredded over this one. Have fun, Cathy.
Portia
Hmmmmm!
Once again intrigue! Love it, as usual. Kathy seems to be bothered the nutters as much as a the Kardasians. Price of being special.
Somehting in his jacket eh?
Well microphone or knife it is about the same thing isn't it. I suppose that we shall see what he is up to soon.
Gwen
Uh, Cathy. Here is a hint,
Uh, Cathy. Here is a hint, watch out for the girls, it looks to me like it is another attack being set up on you so these self-righteous social workers and "over the top" religious 'nuts' can try and get the girls away from you "because you turned boys into girls." Remember that little 'BS' trip being laid on you not too long ago? Just my humble opinion on all this.
It's a Trap!
Sorry, always wanted to say that :)
Cathy seemed to handle herself pretty well but if its' a
reporter they'll cut up everything she said to get something controversial. Out of context is the specialty of the news media.
Just because you're paranoid..
Ok, first and last time I use that.
But still. Hey buddy, who do you think you're dealing with here? This lady has chewed up and spit out far more professional efforts than yours, and her early warning sense is honed from years of sneak attacks.
"Reach for the sun."
YUP, DEFINITELY A PLANT !
... if one includes the Fungi Kingdom to be included among plants, which strictly speaking they are not, though if one does a degree in Botany they are included in with everything else.
A Stinkhorn, perhaps ?
Perhaps a useful job finally for that dangerous lunatic that went about castrating his "friends", who has faded from the scene now. The one who turned the only adopted son into a girl?
Why don't these gutterpress people (stretching the definition of a person) stick to exposing politicians instead of trying to ruin the lives of nice people like Lady Cameron ? There is more than enough dirt to deal with there, no need to search elsewhere for scandal !
Briar
Posion Ivy comes to mind
You do not want to be touching clowns like these.
How Intriguing
I feel that Cathy's earlier belief of youngsters needing fame and fortune via TV has raised it's ugly head. A YouTube channel of 'Investigative' journalism may be one possibility.
Unless of course, Angharad has been laying a false trail and it is a desperate person complete with false name seeking a way forward.
This raises an intriguing question. Would the young Charlie at the beginning of this saga, have visited the present Cathy for help and advice. Hmmm.
Love to All
Anne G.
I guess after
the last few (very enjoyable) years reading Bike, I should not be surprised at any twists in the plot, But if i am honest this little turn in the story did catch me out , I remember thinking when i read yesterdays episode that it looks like Cathy might have her hands full with another lost soul..... Little did i think he might be a plant.... Can't wait to find out who might be behind it, Cathy certainly has plenty of people who would very much rejoice in seeing her taken down a peg or two, They might be waiting a while longer yet !
Kirri
Something's
Something's rotten in Denmark - okay, maybe not Denmark, but with that kid... *sighs* Wonder who he's working for. :-(
Time may tell... Hope not to the detriment of Cathy and family. (Why do I expect the recorded conversation to show up somewhere - doctored - with responses edited/taken out of context, etc. so as to make things sound MUCH worse than they are...
Thanks,
Annette
Here we go again
Here we go again