Badger's Set: Part 5

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Badger's Set

by Tanya Allan

 
Lee and Leanne were twins, but as a young baby, Leanne dies, leaving her twin with the firm belief that part of her remained with him for always.

As Lee grew in an unhappy home, struggling with a gender identity problem, events occurred that enabled Leanne to come alive again, in more ways than one.

Leanne got a job in a classy cocktail bar, called Badger's, that turned away hundreds for every one that was accepted.

She was a unique girl...

in more ways than one!


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The Legal Stuff: Badger's Set  © 2009,2010 Tanya Allan
 
This work is the property of the author, and the author retains full copyright, in relation to printed material, whether on paper or electronically. Any adaptation of the whole or part of the material for broadcast by radio, TV, or for stage plays or film, is the right of the author unless negotiated through legal contract. Permission is granted for it to be copied and read by individuals, and for no other purpose. Any commercial use by anyone other than the author is strictly prohibited, and may only be posted to free sites with the express permission of the author.
 
This work is fictitious, and any similarities to any persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. Mention is made of persons in public life only for the purposes of realism, and for that reason alone. Certain licence is taken in respect of medical procedures, terms and conditions, and the author does not claim to be the fount of all knowledge.
 
The author accepts the right of the individual to hold his/her (or whatever) own political, religious and social views, and there is no intention to deliberately offend anyone. If you wish to take offence, that is your problem.

 
This is only a story, and it contains adult material, which includes sex and intimate descriptive details pertaining to genitalia. If this is likely to offend, then don’t read it.
 
Please enjoy.
Tanya

 
 

Part 5

 
 
 
Chapter 9
 
 
The best moment?

Going to the loo for the first time, and seeing me as I had always wanted to!

The worst moment?

Not being able to get comfortable, but it didn’t last long.

The surgeon was right, a lot of the discomfort eased when the dressings and packing were removed.
 
 
I was in the clinic for three days. Once off the catheter and drip, they kept me in just to make sure there was no sign of infection from the bowel.

My new sexual equipment was slightly tender, but after a few days, was no problem at all. The stitches were self-dissolving, and I was told that once the swelling went down, and the hair grew back, there was nothing to indicate that I had not always been a girl. I had a letter from the surgeon, informing anyone who cared to read it, that I was ‘a genetic female, who having had extraneous tissue removed by means of a relatively simple surgical procedure, was therefore, unequivocally a fertile female.’

Mary and Adam took me home, and despite the filthy weather, the sun shone in my soul.

A cloud came along and tried to block the sun, but I refused to let it.

I received a letter from the solicitor, Mr Cowper.
 
 



Dear Leanne,

I have to inform you that we have received correspondence from Richardson and Frobisher, solicitors in Nelson, New Zealand. They are instructed to contest the last will and Testaments of your maternal grandparents, Michael and Noreen Bannister, on behalf of your mother and half siblings.

I have looked into this matter, and am satisfied that they do not have a case. There are several stated cases of a similar nature, and my advice is to do nothing at this time. I will, of course, deal with any future correspondence, and advise you to have no direct contact with the applicants in this matter.

I will be only too happy to act on your behalf, and will await your instructions accordingly.

Yours Sincerely,


 

R. Cowper.


 
 
“Buggers!” I said, and showed Adam the letter.

“Can they do that?”

“They can try. The utter sods! This is Frank’s doing. He’s not satisfied to take my mother, and everything that Dad left, but he wants everything else as well. The bastard! I’m not having it!”

I stomped off and phoned the solicitor.

Mr Cowper was quietly reassuring, so I was mollified to some small measure. I wasn’t allowed to sell the house until the wheels of justice had ground their weary course.

“How long will it take?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t like to say. Weeks, maybe longer.”

“Fuck!” I said, and heard him chuckle.

“Sorry, but this has really pissed me off. If I don’t have enough on my plate at the moment!”

I then told him about my medical excitement.

“Would you like me to instigate changes to your legal status?”

“Not at the moment. I have sort of taken care of that myself,” I said, unwilling to go into further details at this time.

I left him to take care of my interests, and realised that there would be a cost involved. Life was so damn expensive!
 
 
After a couple of weeks ‘taking things easy’, I was allowed to start taking exercise and went back to work. The girls were wonderful, and I got a super welcome. I don’t know how much Kathy had told everyone, but they were all so supportive, I got quite tearful.

I went straight into the middle bar, and found myself working with a girl called Suzy.

Suzy was half Chinese, and I thought she was really pretty. I was about five ten with heels, while she was only just five foot, with the heels, perhaps five two or three.

She was very quick, aware of routines with the bottles that I had never seen, let alone tried. She had worked in a bar in Hong Kong, and had come back to the UK with her parents after deciding that they didn’t like the communist takeover. Her father’s business still flourished, but he was under pressure to hand over to Chinese management in the ex-colony.

Her father was a Scotsman, and her mother was a diminutive Chinese lady. Suzy took after her mother, but had the sexiest green eyes. Set in her otherwise oriental face, they gave her the appearance of almost feline quality.

We worked well together, as she had the most explosive laugh. She’d giggle at the slightest thing, so any sexual innuendo or vaguely indecent suggestion would set her off.

My savings mounted up, and I started my driving lessons. The day my provisional licence came through, in the name of Leanne Rachel Roberts, was a very emotional day. Adam suggested I apply for a passport as well, so I did. Dr Michaels signed as the guarantor, and when it arrived I stared for ages at the back page.

There was a photograph of a really pretty girl, with the name, Leanne Rachel Roberts, and there, for all the world to see, was the one word that meant so much to me — FEMALE.

My secret was not a secret any more. Not like it was. I knew that I would probably come across people who had known me as Lee, but hey, did I care?
 
 
It actually happened in March.

Kathy, Suzy and I were spending an afternoon in serious female retail therapy - Shopping.

We were in the shopping centre at Watford, the Harlequin. I was browsing for some new jewelery.

The shop assistant came over to me.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“I’m just looking, thanks.”

She smiled and returned to behind the counter, frowning slightly, and looking intently at me.

I saw a pretty pair of elephant earrings, and asked her how much they were.

“ £25.”

I asked to see them, so she took them out of the case.

I tried them on, and liked them immediately.

“Great, I’ll take them.”

She took them to the till, so I followed.

I paid cash and she gave me the receipt.

“Did you go to Luton Secondary?”

“Yes, why?”

“You are so familiar. I knew I’d seen you before. I’m Diane Baxter, I was always called Dee at school.”

“Leanne Roberts. I remember you, you were a year below me. You left after GCSEs.”

She frowned.

“Leanne? I don’t remember anyone called Leanne.”

“Memories are a real sod. How long have you been here?” I asked to change the subject.

“A year now. It’s pretty good. It’s steady money, and I get discounts on the jewellery. My boyfriend works in Watford, so it’s really convenient. What do you do?”

“I work at Badgers Nightclub, behind the bar,” I said.

“Really? That's wicked! I went there a few weeks ago. Do you chuck all those bottles around?”

“Yes, it’s part of our routine.”

“Is it a permanent job?”

“No, I start teacher training college in October, so we’ll just have to see what happens.”

“Wow, a teacher, I couldn’t do that!”

“Well, I don’t know if I can, yet.”

She looked at me.

“Do you have a brother?”

“Why?”

“I remember a Lee Roberts, he looked just like you.”

“My twin. He’s in New Zealand now.

“How come I don’t remember you? I remember all the pretty girls in your year, as I wanted to be just like some of them.”

I shrugged.

“Maybe I wasn’t a pretty girl. I was a late developer. I have to go, as my friends are waiting for me. See you around, maybe.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to come to Badgers to see you at work.”

“You do that.”

I walked out. Shit! More lies! I didn’t seem to be able to run away from them. I met up with the others and soon forgot about her.

I had over three thousand in the bank, and a steady income trickling in from the rent of the house.

I was feeling secure for the first time in my life, and then I got a card from Jessica.

It was sent to my old house, and my tenants forwarded it to me at Mary’s place. It had a Koala on the front.
 
 



Hi Leanne (LOL!)

How’s my best girlfriend? I love Oz, it’s brilliant. It is so hot here. Summer is over, and it was weird having Christmas lunch on Bondi Beach.

Did you have a cool Christmas? I’ve met a brilliant bloke called Sean, and he is so much in love with me. He works for his father’s air conditioning company, so no worries about not finding work out here.

I am still planning to tour the states from April through to July. I have been working and playing hard, so I have loads of $$$$ saved for uni. Mind you, Sean is muttering about marriage, so all that’s up in the air now. I haven’t forgotten Simon, but hey, what the eye doesn’t see, the heart can’t grieve about!

I need to get some space, so USA is a good way to do that. Any chance we can meet up?

I’d love to bum around America with you. Sean wouldn’t get jealous, as I told him you were my best girlfriend from way back.

I don’t miss Britain at all, except you.

Call me, remember the time difference.

Lots of Love

Jess XXXX


 
 
I smiled, as I could almost hear her Australian accent from here.

I called the number on the card.

A man answered.

“Hi, could I speak to Jess, please?”

“Sure, who’s calling?”

“Leanne, from England.”

“For real? Hang on.”

Jessica came to the phone.

“Leanne! Great, how are you?”

“Jess, I’m a girl,” I said.

“Yeah, I know you are.”

“No, I am a real girl. I was rushed to hospital on Christmas day, and it turns out I have been a girl all along. I just had some extra male bits that got in the way.”

“Are you serious?” she asked, and I was right, she had a slight Australian accent.

“Yes, absolutely. I have a boyfriend called Adam, and a girlfriend called Kathy…”

It all came tumbling out and I was crying. It was so good to speak to her again.

I was in danger of overheating Mary’s phone bill, so I stopped, and promised to be in touch when flights and an itinerary were more fixed.

“You’ll come?”

“If I can,” I said.
 
 
Adam handed in his notice with the builders. He had bulked up amazingly during his time with them. His muscles were fantastic, and he was so hunky now. Our relationship had changed too. I liked being with him, but he was becoming very possessive of me. I wanted to spread my new found wings and have fun, while he was more inclined to have cosy nights in.

We started having rows, nothing major, but he was prone to become moody if he didn’t get his own way. I often gave in, and we did have fun, but it wasn’t the same. Kathy and I always had Monday nights as a girls’ night out, and occasionally I stayed over at her flat.

If I said we weren’t lovers, I’d be lying.

We were, but neither of us were after a relationship, as Kathy said, it was more a training exercise, with her teaching me how to be a woman.

I was not able to have penetrative sex for at least eight weeks after the operation. I stretched that for Adam’s benefit to three months. Kathy wanted to introduce me to Mr Dildo, as a girl. I declined.

“I want the first time to be with a man, and a man I love,” I’d said. Kathy laughed and said she understood. It didn’t seem to stop us having fun.
 
 
When I told Adam I was planning to take four months to go to America, he became even more morose and sullen. I had had enough and blew my stack, and we had a flaming row. It ended up with me leaving the house and seeking solace in Kathy’s arms.

“That’s blokes for you!” she said, as we went to bed together.

“What?”

“Well, when they think you are all compliant and submissive, they think you are happy to follow their lead in everything. He doesn’t understand that you have just been granted a new lease of life and want to make the most of it. Perhaps you should break off with him, and see what happens.”

“But, we are sharing a bloody flat together this semester.”

“Tell him, that unless he gives you space, then it’s all off. See what happens.”

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“What’s he doing to you? He’s using emotional blackmail to make you feeling guilty for wanting your own life. Break it off. He will probably do what you want, and be the better for it!”

We made gentle love together and I fell asleep in her arms.
 
 
She woke me up with a kiss.

“You could always tell him about us,” she said with a smirk.

“Don’t!” I said.

I knew Kathy was sleeping with two other girls from the club, and had a sort of casual boyfriend called Miles. I had no hold on her, and neither did she on me. I didn’t feel like a lesbian, but I suppose I was. I had nothing in common with males, and adored being with a woman who knew how to treat me as I liked to be treated.

“So, this Miles,” I said.

“Not jealous?”

“No, I’m curious. You were attracted to me because I was a boy dressed as a girl. What’s his attraction?”

“He’s a TV. He gets off dressing as a girl, yet he isn’t gay. He adores girls, but likes pretending to be one at the same time. But, believe me, you were never a boy. You may have had the skin in the right place, but you are and always have been all woman!”

“Have you introduced him to Mr Dildo?” I asked, with a knowing smile. I knew what she was like.

“Of course, and he loved it, it took a while, but he begs for it now.”

“You are a very strange woman!” I told her and she laughed.

“Is it strange, making love to a man who looks like a woman?” I asked.

“Why, fancy it?”

“No, not really. I just get confused with the whole sex and gender thing. I was a boy, who wanted to be a girl, and now I’m a girl, I don’t know what if I actually want.”

“Leanne, you've been so bloody miserable for so bloody long, try and be happy. If something is nice and makes you feel good, and doesn’t hurt anyone, then sit back and enjoy it.”

She caressed my vagina, and I shivered with pleasure.

“You know what you really need?” she asked.

“What?”

“You need a real man to screw you rotten!”

I smiled, and pulled her on top of me.

“Until he comes along, you’ll have to do!”
 
 

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End of Part 4
 
 
To Be Continued...

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Comments

Cannot believe

That a story as good as this has only attracted one comment from 500+ reads....Tanya, i love the way the story is developing, I thought i had it all worked out about a chapter or so ago, But then you turned all my assumptions on there heads.....Serves me right, I've read enough of your stories now to expect the unexpected, Anyway i'm really looking forward to part 5 to see what surprises you and Leanne will spring on me next.

Kirri

Badger

Excellent story and well written. Never mind
about how many comments you get. I read
"Being Christina Chase" and I only commented
on one chapter. The story was so good I
felt I had nothing constructive to offer.

Kaptin Nibbles

Please do continue

I like how you have moved the story and would like to see where it goes. I like the idea of just talking as one girl to another. The relationship is extra.

Jessie

Jessica E. Connors

Jessica Connors

Great Story

Great story.....but no more or is it another project awaiting attention? I do hope that you continue it at some stage.
Joanna

and

------so what happened next.You write one of your usual lovely tales,AND THEN DON'T BLOODY WELL FINISH IT!XXXXXXX F

Great Story Needs Epilog

Hi . Before I get started! I am aware that this was written men used clubs to get a woman (Wait some still do! Ha Ha!) Also one darling person keeps asking for me to join the party she says it is 2016 ok you tell me what year is the best for your party, I will wear a dress LBD. Back to the story i all it needs is an epilog or sequel. Love you all! Bye. Natasha.

Money

In Chapter whatever when gran and gramps die, The will has 60,000 in savings - I thought Leanne had that - yet you tell us she's only got what she saved working?

As the will

Is being contested she can't have any access to the property or the funds until after the court decides. She can't sell or dispose of any property now, and the money is "impounded", so to speak. But I don't think an Australian court ruling would be enough to overturn the will, I think her mother and step-shit will have to come to the UK to properly contest it. They will have to Fly back, pay for their own lodging and meals, and then fly back. They can't count on winning one thin pound so they can't use the money, even as collateral on a loan. Neither can Leanne.


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