LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY inthefreakdom)

Who: Kylie Mann, Evangeline Rothschild, Jack Swann
When: Saturday, July 4th
Where: Pleasantview Mental Health Facility
What: Kylie admits something, Jack overhears
Bingo: Adverse Reaction

Kylie's fingers were clenched in a fist. Honestly, this had gone on too long. She was sick of this place and all the sneaking around with Jack. She just wanted to leave and she knew the only obstacle was a single admission which could jeopardize everything.

She stormed through the hallway and into the first open office. She didn't care who it was sitting behind the desk; they'd all read her file and whoever it was would know exactly what was going on.

"I know the only thing keeping me here is that I won't admit who I really am. Or who I really was. Whatever kind of patriarchal archaic setup this is. It doesn't matter what I used to be." She blurted this out, door wide open to the hall. The patients milling past started to slow and stop as their interest was drawn to Kylie Mann's confession.

"Frankly it doesn't matter, so it shouldn't be a big deal to admit it anymore. I had to get to a point where I was comfortable being who I am before I could accept who I was. Dr. VanHinterson promised that if I simply came to grips with the truth that I'd be free to go. Simple as that. I intend to walk out of here today, head held high. Hopefully I can get my stupid life back on track."

Evangeline Rothschild sat at her desk, more than a little flabbergasted. She was familiar with Kylie's case file, but she wasn't expecting this kind of breakthrough. It didn't seem triggered by anything in particular, perhaps only Kylie's desire to leave the asylum and get on with her life. Angel could easily understand that and listened without interrupting.

Neither woman had noticed the crowd that continued to gather outside of the office. Jack came upon the group with a dust broom in his hand, eyeing the patients curiously, wondering why none of the staff had shooed them away from the open office. It wasn't until he heard Kylie's voice that his own curiosity got the better of him.

"I don't suppose it matters to anyone else and now I'm just rambling. I've kept this buried so long it's like it doesn't want to come out now." Kylie took a little breath, flattened her hands on her stomach to stop them from shaking. One deep breath later and the truth was out: "I was born a boy. I had a sex-change operation and now I'm a girl. And my family, except my sister, has essentially disowned and abandoned me because I was ashamed to be transgendered. I was afraid that I'd been a boy. I thought I'd never find someone to love me again so I distorted the truth. I lied to myself and everyone else. I was convinced that I'd been born a girl and being a boy was just a bad nightmare that I woke up from."

Evangeline wasn't sure that she could release Kylie just based on this alone. The girl was probably in an incredibly fragile state mentally and emotionally. Still, it was a huge breakthrough and Angel figured at the latest she could have Kylie out by the end of the week.

Jack stood in the hallway red-faced. The patients gathered were murmuring about this revelation, all of them had some kind of opinion about the boisterous Kylie Mann; all of them thought she was only there because of her sex addiction. This was a bit of a bombshell.

And poor Jack was caught in the sea of murmurs, his embarrassment and anger rising. None of the people assembled knew that Jack was having sex with Kylie, or that their relationship had shifted from just sex to something much deeper, more important. His reaction was tumultuous, torn between anger at having been deceived and being entirely embarrassed that he'd slept with a tranny. That's what he was thinking at the moment, forgetting that he was in love with her, that he'd been thinking about asking her to move in with him when she was released from the facility.

Right now, all Jack wanted to do was punch something. He stormed off to the janitor's closet, snapping the broom in half before slamming it onto the floor. He closed the door violently behind him, kicking and punching until he hurt. The physical pain was enough to distract him from the humiliation he felt. Before long he was in a puddle on the floor, crying out all the betrayal and confusion he felt.