(aka Bike) Part 949 by Angharad Copyright © 2010 Angharad
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I ’phoned the doctor, and he rang me back a little later, asking me to come down during the afternoon. I took my own digital camera and he examined me, then took a series of photographs. I felt a complete idiot posing while he took photos of my buttocks, and he kept chuckling while he did so.
“You’ve got quite a good female shape, haven’t you?”
“Have I? For a boy you mean?”
“Come on, Cathy, you know me better than that–but I’ve never knowingly looked at your bum before, and it looks very female.”
“Thank you––I think.”
“It’s meant as a compliment, young lady, and I really mean that. Have they ever done a chromosome test on you?”
“No–what would be the point? I mean officially I’m female and I’m married and have just adopted three kids, with possibly another three at some point in the future. When I had surgery, as far as I’m aware they didn’t find anything they didn’t oughta, so I’m lucky to be sensitive to oestrogens–hence the body shape.”
“Yes, good breast development too–you are so lucky, I have another transgendered patient and unfortunately, she, and it’s difficult to use that term simply because the poor bugger looks rather masculine no matter how many pills we prescribe–dark blue beard shadow, too.”
“Can’t they offer electrolysis or laser to help with that?”
“They’re unemployed–virtually unemployable because of their appearance.”
“Do they have a trade or profession?”
“I’m close to betraying confidences here–so I can’t say anymore.”
“Okay, let me put it another way–do they have any sort of skill that I could employ them for?”
“Dunno–to be honest.”
“If I gave you permission to pass on my mobile number; would you do it?”
“For what reason?”
“I’d like to meet this person, and if they have something I can use, a skill or whatever, then I might employ them, even if it’s only mowing my lawns or decorating. If they were a master baker or something, then it might be more difficult but–you know what I mean.”
“You’re prepared to do that?”
“I might be? Maybe the university needs cleaners or something–I could put a word in for her.”
“Okay–I’ll tell them someone I know might be able to help them get work. I won’t say you’re transsexual because I don’t think she has to know just yet.”
“How are you going to link my interest to them, then?”
“I could say you have a GID child.”
“No–definitely not–no, tell them I’m transgendered, or was.”
“You’re putting yourself at risk, Cathy.”
“But it’s the truth.”
“I know, but you’re at opposite ends of the phenotype spectrum–you’re very female looking and they’re not. You’re small built and delicate looking–she’s tall, dark and hairy.”
“But she possibly feels just as female as I do?”
“Okay–I’ll pass the message on, I think we have a contact number.” He clicked through his computer database. “Well there’s a coincidence–she’ll be here in an hour.”
“Bugger–I have to get back–hang on, I need to do some shopping, I’ll get some prints run off at the camera shop and you can use them to do your report. Eight by tens okay?”
“Yeah, fine.”
“What do I owe you for the examination and the report?”
“Cathy, if you can give your time and resources away so generously, how can I possibly charge you?”
“Quite easily, send me a bill–or tell me when you’ve done the report.”
“We’ll see.”
“I expect a bill, Dr Smith. Anyway, I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Okay–I’ll see if we have a room you can use to talk in private with her. I’m sorry, Cathy, but it’s a struggle to see her as female.”
“Okay, I’ll be back in one hour.” I left and dashed off to the local camera shop, I knew the owner, Nick, vaguely so I was confident he’d do the prints for me. He did but when he saw what they were, his eyes got very wide.
“They’re not porno are they, Mrs Cameron?”
“No, Nick, there are a few of my bum but not for the aesthetic content–rather the bruises. I was assaulted the other day and my GP is doing a report for the police.”
“Don’t they do their own, these days?”
“Probably, but this is in case my attackers sue me.”
“If they attacked you–have I misunderstood something?”
“No–they left the field with more bruises than I had.”
“Someone intervene on your behalf?”
“No, I defended myself.”
“You beat up some attackers–by yourself?”
“Yes, Nick, I’m not as defenceless as I look.”
“So I hear.” He did the prints and I paid for them. He placed them in one of those clear plastic punched pocket things to keep them dry.
I did the other bits and pieces I needed to do and returned to the doctor’s. I went in and waited. The receptionist called me, “Lady Catherine.” I looked around, no one else was rising and no one in the waiting room looked like a butch woman. I went to the desk.
“You called me?”
“Yes–the person you’re seeing after the doctor, is in with the doctor now. Would you like to go through to the counsellor’s room–across the way–and when they come out I’ll bring them across to you. Would you like tea or coffee?”
“For both of us?”
“Yes.”
“Coffee would be nice.”
“Okay, I’ll bring some through after they come in to you. How shall I introduce you?”
“I don’t know–Cathy?”
“Okay. Shouldn’t be long, and the surgery will be running for at least another hour, so you’ll have plenty of time with um–you know who?” She smirked and I wanted to say something, but I bit my tongue–I needed all the support I could get for this unfortunate, who might turn me down and not come and speak with me.”
I went into the room and took off my coat–it was still quite cold out of doors. I was wearing a polo-necked jumper and jeans, with some beads, my gold bangle and earrings. I had slip on shoes and virtually no makeup on, and my hair was tied back in a ponytail. Oh well, they’d have to take me as they found me–looking as I did, they’d probably be able to tell I was TS quite easily. It’s something we do to each other, although I seem to be able to do it more easily than some read me.
I was texting Julie to say I’d be possibly another hour or so, when there was a knock on the door and it opened. Dr Smith opened it and said, “I’ve brought Maureen across to you–Maureen, this is Cathy. I’ll speak to you later, Cathy.”
“Fine, thanks, Dr Smith.”
I hope my jaw didn’t drop too far when in shuffled this large ponderous human, with hair like Worzel Gummidge and a beard shadow like an Italian Mafioso. They absolutely filled the doorway, and were dressed in a loose top and jogging pants with cheap Crocs copies on their feet.
“Hi, I’m Cathy,” I said holding out my hand which was swallowed in the large mitt of my guest. Having met them, I began to understand Dr Smith’s problem.
A moment later, the receptionist brought through two mugs of coffee and we sat down either side of a coffee table and looked at each other.
“Why do you want to help me?” Maureen asked.
“Do I need a reason?”
“Yeah–course you do, or are you into freaks?”
“Why do you know any?”
“Oh very funny.”
“I don’t think so. I’m not sure how the topic came up, but Dr Smith said you were looking for work.”
“Yeah–so far without success–who but a fairground sideshow would employ me?”
“I might, if you can give me a quick verbal resume.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I’m waiting.”
“Okay–I used to be a welder, down the naval dockyard–did my training in the navy. Went to the dockyard afterwards. I decided I wanted to be myself an’ they sacked me.”
“I thought it was illegal to do that?”
“Yeah, well I ‘ad a few problems before that–with drink.”
“Are you drinking now?”
“Nah–can’t afford it no more.”
“I’m afraid that what I have to offer isn’t very feminine work–it would be doing jobs around the house and garden.”
“I’d be grateful for anything.”
“I want you to smarten yourself up…”
“With what?” there was an element of hostility in her voice and her eyes flashed.
“I was coming to that–I’ll give you an advance on your wages for you to get a couple of outfits and some overalls for working, can you do that?”
“Yeah–I s’pose so.”
“I’ll also make some enquiries at the university to see if they need any cleaners–it isn’t the best of jobs, but it’s a start and a chance for a reference if you get a sniff of something better. Interested?”
“Well–yeah, I can’t believe I’m hearing this.”
“You are–I’ll try and help you with your personal presentation as well.”
She started to cry and I sat silently. “Why are you doing this?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“You’re going to cancel at the last minute–aren’t you?” she sniffed.
“Maureen, I’m a woman of my word. If you keep your side of the bargain, I’ll keep mine. I have six youngsters, I hope that’s going to be okay?”
“I’ve been laughed at for the last couple of years, youngsters are the worst.”
“I think you’ll find my children won’t be anything but supportive–but if there’s a problem we’ll discuss it. They won’t cause anything…”
“So you think I’m some sort of paedo just ‘cos I’m a tranny?” the eyes flashed again.
“Not at all–but I have some youngish children, and I don’t know you yet.”
“Oh, yeah I see your point.”
“I also need you to promise me you’ll stay off the bottle.”
“Okay.”
“I mean that, Maureen, I have no time to employ drunks, no matter how depressed they feel.”
“Okay–point taken.”
“I’ll need your full name and address, and I’ll give you mine. Here’s a hundred pounds–get some new clothes and tidy yourself up. When can you start?”
“When do you want me to?”
“Friday is Good Friday, come over for lunch–is that possible? I can show you round the place and we can discuss the sorts of things you can do.”
Maureen looked at the note I’d given of my address, “Yeah, I can get there, what time?”
“Any time after twelve noon?”
“Okay–I’ll be there.”
“You have my mobile number, if there’s a problem send me a text or call.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Good–anything you don’t eat?”
“I’ve been in the navy, ma’am–I’ll eat practically anything.”
“Good–I look forward to introducing you to my family.” I offered her my hand and it disappeared inside the large mitt again.
“I won’t let you down, ma’am.”
“My friends call me Cathy.”
“I know a lady when I meet one, Cathy, ma’am.” With that, Maureen walked out, with perhaps a little more spring in her step than she’d entered.
Dr Smith popped in a few minutes later. “How’d it go?”
“I’ve offered her a job.”
“Crikey, I hope she stays off the pop long enough to attend for it.”
“She will.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I know about these things.”
He shrugged, “I hope you’re right,” then went back to his room.
Comments
I'm Glad Cathy Is Giving Her A Chance
I'm glad Cathy is giving Maureen a chance at employment. I wish someone would do that for me. They do a background check for my High School records and that is the end of any serious job offers because my High School refuses to change anything even with a Certified Name Change signed by a judge. It's so frustrating!
Bailey Summers God that's
Bailey Summers
God that's just wrong.
Keep trying and be open about your status too. Hopefully you'll meet somebody hiring who isn't a complete ass-hat.
Where I works not to bad, we don't have anybody transitioning yet but several gay and lesbian employees and there was an sort of altercation with a nasty woman who didn't like one of our lesbian girls. She technically didn't do anything wrong but the spirit of her actions was felt and they transfered the bigot out.
We're trying to get the girl who was a lesbian back because she quit a good office job for labor just to get away from her.
Sigh why can't people on this planet just get that people are people.
Bailey Summers
Alas, Bailey, People ARE People !
People ARE biggots, Bailey. Even some TG people can be.
Just think, if People were as nice to each other as Cathy, or you, or I hope me too, then this world would not be in the state it is in, would it?
Love,
Briar
Briar
Nice thoughts
Briar, And its true if only people would open their eyes a little more, And really look at someone who for whatever reason is different, They might well be surprised at what they see....Trouble is i think that day, Might just be a long time coming.
Kirri
Ahh... the mystical
“I know about these things.â€
And it seems like Cathy does know about those things.
Poor Maureen has less selfconfidence than Cathy. Maybe Cathy can learn something in this.
We can all help each other.
Even if we are down to our last tener, we can spare a buck. We can do more for each other than we think we can.
Gwen
Bike pt 949.
Now it looks as if Cathy has adopted a sister. And I have a sneaky suspicion that Cathy, or Trish, maybe even Julie just might 'heal' Maureen of her condition so her body accepts estrogen.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Guilt?
I personally am physically more in Cathy's direction than Maureen as I am very passable, though not as good as she is; an impossible standard imho. So the question that is always unspoken of when TS folks of the same direction ( eg M->F ) get together is whether you should feel guilty if you know you are more passable and am able to navigate the transition so much easier?
This is of course above and beyond whether you should open your heart to help your sisters ( or brothers ) which should be a given. It is almost a form of survivor's guilt imho.
There is also that small ( or not so small ) bit of human vanity in all of us that drives us to automatically compare ourselves with others and feel some pleasure in knowing you are at least if not more attractive than someone else. It is not evil per se, it is inbred in us I am afraid from the time we pop out of the shoot. As an example, it is a known fact babies react more favorably to attractive people.
Cathy is portrayed as being very much human in that respect. There are expectations wrt what women should look like and Maureen is a tough case. I suspect Maureen will get the healing help she needs to stay off the booze, the physical changes are up to her.
Kim
Bailey Summers Another great
Bailey Summers
Another great bit. I love action but Cathy is a truly sweet person as a character and I think most of us if able to meet Cathy without her gifts or her money and such we'd still love her as the really brave, sweet person you've written her to be.
They say you write what you know:)
Bailey Summers
I certainly DO hope....
Cathy's right about Maureen staying off the juice. Those I know that have problems with it, do have trouble.
Things should get interesting with this. Potentially SHE has some very valuable skills and the ability to work hard. Both of those would have been tested in the Navy and again in the Shipyard.
Thanks for introducing this new challenge.
Annette
Another One Added to Cathy's Collection
It's good to read about Cathy continuing her good work with another soul who needs it.
Ang, how about continuing your good work with this soul who needs to hear more about the wedding blessing event.
Yours from the Great White North,
Jenny Grier (Mrs.)
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Yours from the Great White North,
Jenny Grier (Mrs.)
Take the test, Cathy!
... “Have they ever done a chromosome test on you?â€
“No—what would be the point? ...â€
I find it difficult to believe that with all of the medical attention Cathy has received, this test has not been done. If there is some genotypic basis for Cathy’s situation, she ought to have it investigated.
I wonder if Dr Smith would offer four for the price of one?
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Charity, Compassion, Faith and Hope, Learning and Wisdom.
And the greatest of these is charity.
(No I'm not bible-bashing or whatever.) I'm not some sort of religious nutter, but not everything in the holy books is a lie.
Genuine charity, that is, the type that comes deep from the heart, the type that lies deep within us, the type that comes with few strings attached except for those strings that help the receiver. (Get off the booze for instance.) This is type of the charity I have time for. (The charity that demands of the giver's time and effort; not just some impersonal, conscience-salving donation given in the fleeting passing of the moment.)
Well done Cathy. This was a godly act! I won't say just Christian, or just Muslim or just Jewish or Hindu, or Sikh, or Buddist or anything else because all these faiths bang on about Charity. Trouble is, most of the religious zealots only pay lip service to the word.
Once you've walked the walk, you can talk the talk and then reach out.
I love genuinly compassionate, caring, charitable people.
Well done Cathy, (And Angharad,) (and Bonzi).
XOXO.
Beverly.
Mareen
She could probably also use lessons on how to conduct herself as a lady. If so she has come to the right house.
Wonder if Stella will behave.
A heart as big as Canada (I like Canadians, not the Habs)
I'm from Boston, Go Bruins.
This is an interesting wrinkle, sounds like Maureen is more XY then Simon.
By the sound of Maureen's appearance and size, NO ONE will give Cath a hard time.
Cefin
Being that
I fall far closer to Maureen's body type than Cathy, I can certainly relate.