The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike, est. 2007) Part 2253 by Angharad Copyright © 2013 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

I slept with Trish until about three in the morning. I needed to wee and by the time I’d been to the loo I was wide awake and decided to get up. I was still fully dressed. I slipped downstairs only to find Simon fast asleep in a chair in the kitchen. I walked behind him and switched on the kettle.

As the kettle began to boil he woke wondering what the noise was. “What are you doing up?” he asked yawning.

“I could ask you the same question,” I said back to him, adding, “Tea?” he nodded and yawned again.

“I saw you’d settled down with Trish and I came down had a glass of beer and must have nodded off.”

“Are you sure you weren’t just guarding the rest of us?”

“Nah, I just fell asleep.”

“I think my idea is far more romantic.”

“Okay, I was guarding you all.”

I made us a mug of tea each and sat down opposite him. “Any word from Jason?”

“He’s got an audience with a judge in the morning.”

“Poor little Danni, I hope she’s okay.”

“Of course she is, she takes after her mother–tough as old boots.”

“If that was a compliment, it was a rather back handed one.”

“You know what I mean, girls are far tougher than boys–we’re all wimps, really.”

I knew that successful trans people were mentally very tough, you have to be to do the complete opposite to everyone else, to swim against the tide like deranged salmon. We are definitely goats as opposed to sheep. However, I didn’t reply to Simon’s comment, I was too lost in my own thoughts.

“Where is she likely to be?” he asked. “In a children’s home or foster care?”

“I have no idea, and they’re hardly likely to tell us.”

“We could ask Sammi to tap their computers.”

“While I want her back here as soon as possible, I suppose we could wait until Jason gets his recission order and we get her back legally.”

Simon looked at me in astonishment. “Okay, we’ll do it properly.”

“What if he can’t over turn it?”

“We try another judge in a higher court.”

“Can we do that? I mean won’t they stop us?”

“That doesn’t sound like you, Cathy.”

“I’m just tired of fighting them all the time.”

He put his hand on mine. “That’s why I’m here, reinforcements to give you some respite.”

I smiled back at him. “Oh no, Batman, we work as a team.”

“Okay, Robin, or is it Batgirl?”

“Depends how you spell Robin, I suppose.”

“Whit are y’twa daein’ up?”asked a very tousled looking professor.

“Drinking tea, want some?”

He nodded, “Aye, a’richt.”

We talked for half an hour or so before Daddy decided to head back to bed and Simon suggested we did the same. I declined, I was too wound up to sleep and instead suggested he take Trish in with him, so when she woke up, she’d see we hadn’t abandoned her.

He plucked her from the bed without her even stirring and laid her in my place in our bed, while he changed into pyjamas at my insistence, I sat with her stroking her hair and speaking quietly to her. I left when he got into bed and she turned over and snuggled into the back of him.

I made some more tea and went into my study and sipping it worried about how Danni was doing. Thinking about how I’d got to David a few days before, I wondered if it would work with Danielle. I finished my tea, went for a wee and then settled down to try and meditate my way into her mind or dreams to let her know we would find her and recover her, however long it took.

I centred down visualising on her image as I did so and chanting softly a mantra of, ‘We love you.’ I have no idea how long it took me to find her, or her dream self. She was crying and wandering on the astrals feeling abandoned.

I spoke to her and she looked at me reproachfully. “You weren’t there, Mummy. You let them take me.”

“I didn’t let them take you, I didn’t know about it. But we won’t rest until we get you back with us. You are my daughter and I won’t stop until we rescue you.”

“I hate it, Mummy. They thought I was a boy until one of them stripped my clothes off. It was horrible.”

“Did they give them back to you?”

“Yes, but I felt so dirty. They saw my fanny, Mummy.”

“Who did, sweetheart?”

“The man in charge of the home.”

“Was he alone?”

“No, some nurse woman was with him.” I wondered if they were doing a medical of some sort. “He was very surprised when he saw I didn’t have a willie no more and that my boobs were growing.”

“Okay, sweetheart, I want you to rest as much as you can and try not to worry. We’ll have you back with us as soon as we possibly can.”

“I’m frightened, Mummy.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I covered her in a strong blue light and she appeared to close her eyes and sleep. “I’ll always be with you and won’t cease until I have you back in my arms again, now rest, my darling girl. I’ll see you soon.”

I woke from my meditation and apart from stiff knees and shoulders I felt quite rested. I recalled what had happened and knew that she was in a children’s home and had been seen by a nurse and the manager. That he had seen her would become a complaint if she remembered it when we did get her back.

I suspected that when she claimed to be a girl they didn’t believe her, even though they should have. That she was post op, seemed to be a surprise, so it’s possible they’re not as organised as I thought. That should make Jason’s job easier. At the same time I suspect a judge will be horrified that a child as young as Danni had gender corrective surgery and that could work against us. Fortunately, Jason knows the whole story so should be able to put them straight on that matter.

As far as I’m concerned, we acted properly with her, giving her space to explore the role without actually encouraging her. In fact, I was probably against it more than Simon, but I’m the one who will be seen as the wicked witch if we ever go to court.

I looked at the clock, it showed seven and although still dark was beginning to brighten. The forecast for the day had been good, rain later but mainly fine during the day. I was tempted to get a bike out, instead I went and made some breakfast and as I finished it, Tom came down made some coffee and drank it and asked if I was coming with him for a walk with the ‘dug’.

I couldn’t think of a better idea, so I did. We went to the cemetery and I held the dog while he tidied the grave and spent a few minutes communing with his family. I thought of Billie and was rewarded with what sounded like a laugh. It was momentary and could just as easily have been a bird or my imagination.

I glanced up at the grave and thought I saw him holding someone’s hand, a child, a young woman. I looked again and it was gone and just Daddy stood there. I wondered for a moment if I was losing my mind, but when he came back to us, he said, “Billie says ye’ve no tae worry, ye’ll win because ye’re in the richt.”

“I saw her holding your hand.”

“Aye, she often does that.”