[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] Thanks for the lovely reviews. Your interest in my little story here means so much to me.

FAQ's

Is it weird that I don't think of Bella as a guy?

No, it's not. I think she'd actually like that.

Do you hate Charlie?

In this story – yes, definitely.

And because some of you seem to be curious about that; no, I'm not transgender myself. I've just done a bit of research and I really hope that I'm portraying Bella's character okay.

As always feel free to ask me questions, should you have any.

**51**

„Can I ask you something, sweetie?" Alice asks me while she continues nibbling on a chicken wing that she's dipped into some greasy mayonnaise. It seems like she's constantly hungry at the moment but I assume that's how it's like when a woman is pregnant. I try to make sure she takes the vitamins her gynecologist has prescribed her and massage some oil into the smooth skin on her abdomen every night.

"No, I don't want any of the chicken. You can have it all to yourself."

"I wasn't going to share. I'm starving. The baby is always making me eat."

I park the car in front of the building where Whitlock has his office and sigh deeply. My therapy sessions suck. They are pointless and I can't for fucks sake not stand the way he keeps looking at my Alice.

"If I wasn't…would you want to get your bottom surgery?"

"You are. I don't know why you're asking me that now."

"Because you always seem so tensed when you go to your therapy sessions and I assumed that had something to do with the surgery."

"I bet you'd be tensed too if someone would dig around in the darkest wounds of your soul the entire time."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be." I whisper, planting a kiss on her hair. "And you don't have to come with me here every week. It must be boring to you."

"Oh I don't mind. I brought one of the pregnancy books with me to spare some time."

Whitlock comes out of his office and when he sees Alice his mouth curls up into that idiotic grin.

"Seems like someone was a bit hungry,"

"These are fantastic. Do you want some, Jasper?"

"No, thank you, Alice, I don't care too much for chicken. How have you been?"

Jasper? Alice? What the fuck did I miss here? I swear if he keeps flirting with her like that I am so definitely getting a new therapist.

"Can we get started now?" I snarl at him, unable to suppress the anger in my voice. "We have other plans today apart from my session with you, Dr. Whitlock."

He chuckles and I feel like punching him straight into his stupid face.

"You don't seem in a very good mood today." Whitlock stats when I sit down on the couch in his office.

"My mood was better before I came here."

"Is something bothering you, Bella?"

Yes, your shameless flirting with my girlfriend.

"No,"

"Oh Bella, please, you're not going to make any progress, if you have trouble being open to me."

"It's easy for you to say so. I never get to ask you stupid questions."

"Well, if that's your problem, we can fix that easily. Is there anything specific you'd like to know?"

"Do you find it necessary to flirt with my girlfriend in front of me? That's just rude."

"You are jealous. I assume that means you truly like her."

"I don't like her. I love her and for some strange reason she loves me back."

"If you love her, you should have a little more trust. A little bit of flirting hasn't done any harm ever."

"I'd still prefer it if you'd acted a bit more professional around her."

"Alice is not my patient and she's fun to talk to. Plus, she's one of the prettiest girls I've seen in a long while."

He stands up from his chair and walks around in his office, pulling a folder out of a shelf.

"Are you still planning on getting your SRS?"

"You know that I can't get it before you sign the fucking papers and as you have way too much fun making my life a misery—"

"What if I signed them today?"

"You're not going to do that. You said I needed at least one more year of therapy."

"Hmm. Let's pretend I'd sign them and all you'd have to do in return was ending your relationship with Alice."

"Is this supposed to be a joke?"

"Humor has never been my strong point. So, just think it over. You give up Alice and I'll sign all the necessary papers for the surgery that will make you a real woman."

"I could never break up with Alice. I love her."

"What about your surgery? Isn't that what you always wanted, the reason why you started all of this transition? I thought you knew what you wanted in life."

I practically jump from the couch.

"Fuck you! I can't believe you dared to pull something like that. I should press charges against you, you piece of shit."

Storming out of the office, I grab Alice's hand and pull her with me.

"Ouch! You're hurting me. What is wrong? Why is your session over so soon?"

I gasp for air, trying to calm myself down again but it's not working. Somehow I manage to make it back to the car and fumble for the keys in my purse.

"Bella, please, what is wrong? What happened? Did Jasper say anything that upset you?"

Nodding my head I sink down to my knees and start crying. I can't believe someone can be so malicious.

Alice kneels down next to me and pulls me close to her. Gentle fingertips move up and down my spine in order to comfort me. She's so very good at handling me when I'm about to break apart.

"Did he ask something about the ugly incident with your father?"

"No,"

"But you seem so agitated."

"Because I am," I tell her, wiping my running nose on the sleeve of my blouse. "He offered to sign my papers. You know those I need in order to get my bottom surgery."

"You're crying about that? Sweetie, if you don't want to get the surgery, you don't have to. I will always love you, no matter what you choose to do."

"The surgery is out of the question. I could never do what Whitlock asked for it in return."