Mrs Jackson's secretary

Chapter 10

Lorraine's POV 

I hummed the melody of the song playing in the radio. I woke up earlier than Michelle so I figured out I'd make pancakes for breakfast. I looked out of the window. I was so glad I had a free day from work. Suddnely my phone started ringing, so I dropped everything and picked it up. I hoped that it didn't wake Michelle up. 

"Hello?"

"Good morning!"

Two well known voices shouted. 

"Hi Morgan, hi Toby. How are you?"

"Good, mommy. I just missed you."

I smiled and turned the camera on. 

"I'm making pancakes right now."

Toby groaned, making me smile.

"I wish I could eat them. Aunt Morgan's terrible at cooking." 

"Be patient angel. It's the best choice for you to stay with Morgan. But after I do all the stuff I need to, I promise to take you somewhere nice for Christmas." 

"With Michelle?"

I smiled. I was happy that they got along so well. And generally, the thought of spending Christmas together felt nice. 

I chatted with my son for a while and then we said our goodbyes.

"Morgan, wait. I need to ask you something. "

"I'm all ears." 

"Do you have any tickets to the theatre? "

"I do. "

"Today? A comedy?"

"Girl, you have high standards." 

I heard rustling at the other side.

"One?"

"Two actually."

She started smiling widely. 

"Who's that lucky girl? Or a guy? Please don't tell me that's Alec."

"No, of course not. I haven't seen him in person in a while. But it's a girl, Michelle, you've propably heard about her from Toby. "

"Ahh yes. Alright, I'll send you them via email and have fun! "

She ended the call and I focused back on the pancakes. 

"Are we going somewhere?"

I heard Michelle's raspy voice so I turned around. She looked cute as fuck with her hair messy and puffy eyes, in an oversized hoodie. 

"Yes, but it's a surprise. Would you like them with jam or syrup?"

We ate, listened to music and even danced.  I almost tripped over Zu three rimes, Elle only once. It gave her the right to make fun of my clumsiness.

Later, I helped her pick an outfit. A white, plain shirt, black pants and black blazer. I decided to wear similair clothes, but navy blue. She wanted to wear a tie, so I helped her put it on. 

"You seem experienced." 

I smiled at her comment. 

"I used to tie them for myself."

I knew she'd ask questions about my transition sooner or later, but I didn't mind, I already knew that she won't judge me. 

"When did you socially transition?" 

"Well, in high school I started feeling like I was different than others. I put on my sister's clothes when I was home alone. One day she saw me in her dress. She immediately told our parents. It was so embrassing to explain them the way I felt. They were confused, but they did a good job. They did research, found a doctor for me etc. So I was lucky with my parents. Maybe a little less with my sister that kept treating me like a stranger. But my brother was also supporting. Problems started when he graduated highschool and there was no one to stand up for me. They called me a 'tranny' before but...it got worse after my sister outed me to her friends. Accidentaly or not, she made my teenage years a living hell. I was sure I wanted to transition medically so I went to college here, in Germany. I promised myself that I'm not going to hide. Well... it hasn't gone according to plan. I pushed that part of me away for years. The moment I changed my mind was at my parents' funeral. They were healthy, they died in a car accident. That's when I realised that life's too short to always wait to be yourself. I moved once again, to France. I met a wonderful girl, Isabella."

"What happened to her? "

"We just broke up because we had another plans for our future. But she helped me gain the courage to finally start changing my life. I started taking hormones, had a few operations, I don't think you want me to go in the details, but as you saw, I haven't had bottom surgery. "

I looked at her hesitantly. I've met people that said I can't be trans if I don't want to have the surgery. 

"Oh you want me to react? It's fine for me like, why should I care about what someone has in their pants? "

"I tried to work in France but i wasn't very succesfull. Luckily I met Morgan that gave me the idea to move here. I started working in another company, but soon started my own." 

"How did you meet Alec?"

"He was a friend of a friend at some party. We started dating and got married pretty quickly but well...at that time I thought he's a good person. We both wanted kids, so we adopted Toby. That's it, I think. After becoming the succesfull Mrs Jackson I promised myself to actually never tell anybody that I'm trans but... I think you should know that parts of my life too." 

"Thank you." 

She kissed my cheek, leaving her lipstick on my skin. 

"I really appreciate that you shared your story with me." 

I glanced at my watch and started putting on my shoes in a rush. We got in my car and I turned the engine on. 

"I expect this surprise to at least shock me."

"Don't worry darling, I promise we'll have fun."