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My Half Brother - Epilogue
🕑 Added 2022-04-02 12:49:56 +0000 UTCMum and Dad proved to be really helpful to both of us over the next three weeks as we prepared for our move to Nottingham. This was just as well as there was a lot to do. Dad arranged for Julie’s house in Woodley to be surveyed and the details prepared ready for it to be put on to the market as soon as we had the go-ahead to do so. Although the property market was still somewhat slow, he was confident that it would sell fairly quickly due to its convenient location, and good internal and external condition. He also negotiated with the vendors of the property in Nottingham on our behalf and arranged a date when we could move in. Nevertheless, Julie insisted that she would undertake the legal conveyancing work for her purchase and sale (although once again I had the responsibility for signing the various transfers on her behalf. Dad was a little anxious about this, but I explained that she was a lot more intelligent than she might seem at the first meeting, had already dealt with two applications for probate without any problems, and was interested in the idea of training to be a solicitor at some time once her transition was complete.
Mum also came over to Woodley on several occasions over the next week and helped us to decide what we would need to take with us and what we should get rid of. As a result, we made several trips to charity shops in town to dispose of both Julian’s and his father’s clothes. As soon as we had decided what furniture would be taken with us, Dad got a second-hand furniture dealer that he knew to come round to inspect the remainder and make her an offer. Clare called round on a couple of days when we were not working part-time, and I was glad to see that her knowledge of Julie’s past did not seem to have had any impact on their friendship or how they dealt with one another.
On 14th September we drove to Oxford for the Probate Interview for Julie’s mother. We took Clare along with us for the ride, to keep Julie company whilst I was in the probate office. Once again there were no real problems. After I’d sworn the oath, I explained that I would be leaving to go to University on the 25th and the Registrar promised to do everything she could to speed things up for us. In fact, we received the grant on the 16th, and so had plenty of time to do the various financial transactions and put the house on to the market. Mum and Dad even rented a van to take us, our belongings, and furniture to Beeston on the 25th. Joe came over to help load the van on the Friday night, which was good of him as he was due to leave Reading himself the next day.
Julie traveled with Dad in the van, to show him the way, whereas I drove with Mum in the Fiesta. I think this trip gave us both an opportunity to get to know one of the crusties a little better. Somewhat to my surprise, I discovered that Mum would have liked to have gone to University herself, but she got involved with my natural father and then fell pregnant with me, and the rest is history. In some respects I’m now doing all of the things that she would have liked to have done; only life got in the way. I do believe that she is really quite proud of me; it’s a pity she could never bring herself to tell me all this before.
My relations with both my parents have improved no end over the last year, and it is definitely a case of absence making the heart grow fonder. Dad seems to have taken to Julie and bends over backward to be as helpful as he can, and even Mum sees her as a good influence on me, and as likely to curb some of my excesses. As a result, we have been back to Bracknell on several occasions, notably at Christmas, Easter, and when Julie eventually sold the house in mid-January. They have been up to visit us on a couple of occasions. However, we never stay long as there is not a lot of spare room. I have kept in touch with Joe and went out with him once or twice when I came home at Christmas, but we have both found new partners at college. Julie has also stayed in touch with Clare, and both of us regularly contact Susie via Facebook, but inevitably it becomes more difficult to retain day-to-day friendships when you are living in different towns
Soon after we got settled in Beeston Julie began to make inquiries about resuming her education. It didn’t prove to be too difficult to find a local college that would accept her on to an ‘A’ level course, but the academic year had already started by then and so it would be September 2011 before she could begin. In some respects having a one-year gap was no bad thing as it gave her time to establish her new identity as a young woman and begin to assemble the relevant documentation that she would need for her new life. She was eventually able to obtain a national insurance certificate, passport, and a provisional driving license. In each case it was a little more complicated than usual because of her age the authorities still do not recognize that anyone could be transgender under the age of eighteen, but in the end, they relented. At sixteen she could only have a license to drive a moped. Fortunately, she had no wish to do so, but the license did provide her with a useful photo id so that she would be able to open a bank account in her new name. In the meanwhile, I’ve been able to undertake any major financial transactions on her behalf in my continuing role as the executor of her parent's estate. As soon as she had her national insurance card, Julie found herself a part-time job in a local beauty salon, on the basis of her previous experience. It did not pay very well, but she wasn't doing it for the money; she wanted to keep her hand in and enjoyed the work.
Julie has continued to take the hormones each day since we returned from Thailand and her boobs seem to have been growing at a rate of knots. It was as if her body was just waiting for the chemical signal to begin to develop and was now seeking to make up for the lost time. She has certainly experienced some physical discomfort and some emotional turmoil in the process, but understands what is going on and accepts it as one of the consequences of being able to achieve her life’s ambition. She has also found herself a private doctor to help oversee her transition. Somewhat to my surprise, she chose a male doctor as I thought a female one might have been more sympathetic to her condition. Apparently, the guy started off by telling her to stop taking the hormones until she was eighteen, but she smiled sweetly made it clear that she knew exactly what she was doing, had the support of a psychiatrist, and had no intention of changing her mind. I suspect she may also have fluttered her eyelashes and simpered a little so that by the end of the interview she had him eating out of her hand.
In fact, Julie has become quite a little flirt recently, and I have to be careful about who I invite around to the flat. The few arguments that we have had over the last year derive from my telling her to watch her step and not give guys the wrong idea, after all, she is only just over the age of consent, and most of the guys who come sniffing around have no idea of her situation. Julie responds by saying that she knows what she is doing and won’t let things go too far. It’s difficult to stay angry with her as she can put on such a look of wide-eyed innocence when she wants to that disarms any level of annoyance. I suspect she’s just experimenting with her newly-discovered proficiencies as a young woman. She seems to know how to handle guys almost by instinct, and can’t go fifty yards carrying anything heavy without several of them crawling out of the woodwork and fighting off one another to offer her help. I’ve been out with a couple of guys over the last year, but nothing serious, but I have also made lots of friends and taken part in University activities.
Broadly speaking Julie and I live in a symbiotic relationship (I got that phrase from one of my University courses it means ‘mutually beneficial). We help one another in lots of different ways, but also know when to give each other their privacy. Inevitably there are times when Julie becomes very sad over the loss of her parents, but these never last for long. I know she would love to have had them witness her blossoming into an attractive young woman. At the same time, she knows that she cannot get away with playing ‘the little princess’ with me and always pulls her weight with the housework. I sometimes try to keep her ‘girlyness’ in check and inject a little rationality into her behavior, whilst she sometimes encourages me to experiment more with mine.
The End.
Comments
Annah Rourke
Allow me too simply say THANK YOU! I've lost a night's sleep because I had to finish the last 8 chapters. Damm you Urban! You just do it so good 1:30 in the morning Tomorrow will be he'll to pay But so worth it
Brett Schuhkraft
I'm what is classed as a typical assie male and I love this coming of age story of both the older and younger sister as they both discovered who they are
Julia Miller
That was a great story Urban. It did move a little slow at times, but that's just life, it can't be exciting all the time. Sorry I haven't been here sooner this month. Paypal needed me to jump through some hoops as they restricted my account and I couldn't get online here. But everything is straightened out with them. Interesting that I have had an account with them for over 20 years, but they forgot who I was.
Alexandra Shiach
Great story but I would love to see what happens next
A. Ridgeway
An excellent coming-of-age story. Whether you a male, female or other Life‘s pitfalls are always there for us to navigate through. I have found the most important word that encompasses all feelings is when a person reaches a state of contentment. And I’m sure in the fullness of time this story which leaves a lot to the imagination will eventually happen. Well written easy to understand and a lovely Cinderella story.
Leslie Deana
Goodness! What a wonderfully written story. Thank you for giving this to the world.
PapaDavid
This has been a great story!!!👍😍
Gary Stoll
Another 5 star story! A great way to start my day.
edwin sargent
now that she has been accepted as julia she is going to be more confident in her ways
Urban
Thank you to everyone who has commented or praised this story. I am especially grateful to those who have offered such detailed and perceptive comments, and to those who have contacted me directly to point out errors or inconsistencies. I read all comments and messages and am greatly encouraged by most of them. If you now wish to comment on the story as a whole, please feel free to do so. Regards to all, Urban.
