Monday, 10 February 2014


It was a strange day. The sun forgot to shine and the clouds hugged the hilltops. It was coloured grey. Lucy sat in the window looking out wishing she could be outside in the garden. As she watched, a breeze blew a balloon over the fence. It settled in the middle of the lawn and gently rocked back and forth in the wind. Lucy used to have a balloon but it popped. She had loved that balloon, it was bright pink with a fairy princess on it. She had been very sad when she popped it. She did manage to keep one piece of it the piece with the fairy princess, but it was very small. Looking out of the window Lucy longed to be in the garden playing with the balloon. It wasn’t her favourite colour but it was a balloon and that was important. Lucy asked her mummy if she could go outside in the garden and play. Mummy said, “No!”

Lucy started to cry, “But mummy . . . . . sob . . . . . .sob.”

“When I say no I mean no!” said an angry mummy.

Lucy sobbed harder watching the balloon swaying to and fro in the garden. Not wanting to miss out she climbed down off the chair by the window and crept out into the kitchen. She opened the door very quietly and stepped outside As the door closed the rain started gently falling

Lucy ran across the patio and on to the lawn towards the balloon. Suddenly next doors cat came on to the lawn and he was heading to the balloon. It was a race! Who would get there first. Lucy ran like she had never run before. The cat sensing that Lucy wanted the balloon ran faster too. At the last second as it looked like the cat would get there first Lucy dived on to the balloon to stop the cat popping it with it’s claws. Can you guess what happened?

Lucy landed on the balloon. POP! The cat landed on Lucy and frightened by the loud POP! Leapt up into the air again and came down running. In doing this the cat got caught up in Lucy’s hair and was tangled tight, he couldn’t escape.

Lucy screamed because the balloon popped and the tangled cat was tugging at her hair and it hurt.

Lucy’s mommy came out when she heard the noise. Seeing the cat on Lucy’s head she thought the cat was attacking Lucy. She tried to shoo the cat away but that only made the cat struggle harder and Lucy scream more.

Lucy’s mum calmed down and saw exactly what the trouble was. She soothed the cat which helped to stop Lucy screaming and she was able to untangle the cat from Lucy’s hair. Lucy stopped crying but there was blood in her hair where the cat had scratched head with his sharp claws.

Lucy’s mummy was very cross with Lucy. Why do you think that was? Taking Lucy in the house her mummy cuddled her and then cleaned the wounds with special wipes to stop the scratches getting infected. Mummy told Lucy that she should never be disobedient again. “Remember,” she said, “When I say no, I mean No! it for a very good reason.” Lucy listened to her mummy. She looked a sorry sight! Lucy said she would never disobey her mother again.

Thursday, 2 January 2014

A different life

My name was Colin. I lived a life of conflict both in my working life and my private life. I was always the hard bastard, the guy people wanted to fight in a pub. I suppose that’s why I joined the military. If I was going to fight I wanted to be paid, the Army paid me! They didn’t know what hit them. Even the SAS struggled to control me.

That is why people were surprised when I told them. The conflict in my private life had been there as long as I can remember. Despite the fighting, the boozing and the womanizing I was in turmoil. I was fighting the world and his cousin because it was a good cover for the real reason. Inside - I was fighting me! The drugs were just another problem only less so.

The Army used me as long as they could cope with the hassle then they cast me adrift when the time was right. It was a sniper bullet that broke my leg and I was never able to get back to full fitness. I suppose I was lucky the leg didn’t come off.

I was angry I tried to fight back but I fought the wrong people. I stole from the local drug dealers, not a good idea. I pushed my friends away and my family further still. I was me and I was not going to let go. I trampled over everyone. I killed (the Army taught me well) one local baddie who want to put me down. When the police came one night I put three of them in hospital. There was an element of danger in everything I did. I didn’t care what others wanted they were just in the way so they got trampled.

It would only change if I fessed up to who I was. I started to change my style, slowly changing my complete wardrobe. The fighting stopped the ridicule I didn’t look hard in my new clothes but if anyone said a word they would go home with their nose spread across their face. The longer I was in my new clothes the softer I got. Slowly the fighting stopped. I could still fight, but I didn’t like to. It was hard to fight in heels.

My name is now Clarissa. I went to see a councellor about my situation, she spoke about gender reallocation. I was happy in my new wardrobe but gender reallocation was not for me. I need to get away. A new life could be found if I got away.