Chapter 3: A Clean Sweep

CHAPTER 3: A CLEAN SWEEP

## LOCATION---Caravelle's Hideaway Cabana, near Vonder Beach

The next morning the sun arose to a clear, bright cheerful sky, but when Caravelle finally awoke she was anything but bright and cheerful. She lay awake where she had been sleeping on the floor and did not feel motivated to move for about another hour or so. The bitterness and blatant, gross misrepresentation of her intentions by the self-glorifying mother of the two innocent children were still stabbing away at her mind. When she had finally begun moving about and selecting her clothes for the day, the exotic odors of the cabana once again assaulted her nose. Wrinkling her nose, she started dressing. She selected a pale gray t-shirt worn under a light blue denim short-hemline jumper dress, white anklets, and white athletic shoes. Opening the front and back doors as she did the previous day, she let the place ' air out ' for a second time.

Eating her breakfast of potato chips, yogurt, and a warm orange juice, and looking around the front room, Caravelle remarked, "What this place needs is a clean sweep, all around!"

The front and sides of the outside of the cabana were now mostly free of trash, however she could do little about the overgrown grass and weeds. So today she decided to concentrate on the inside of the cabana. Tearing off several plastic trash bags from the roll that she found yesterday, she began cleaning in the front room. After a couple of hours of gathering trash, empty beer cans, moldy pizza in pizza boxes, and moldy chicken bones in cardboard tubs, the odor was reduced considerably. One by one, she took the full trash bags out to behind the storage shed. Just getting the loose trash gathered up was a major accomplishment, a more thorough cleaning would have to wait for later. In the little kitchen, a myriad of used paper plates, empty food boxes, and beer cans were bagged up and removed. The little refrigerator had to have all of the moldy food removed and thrown away. Most of the cupboards were empty, except for a few canned goods.

Around one o'clock, Caravelle stopped for a lunch of an egg salad sandwich obtained yesterday, vanilla pudding, cheese curls, and a warm Dr Pepper. Then turning her attention to the tiny bathroom, she gathered up the trash that was in the bathtub, and more empty beer cans on the counter top and liquor bottles in the sink. Nothing was in the medicine chest above the sink. The toilet was dirty, but dry, with no water in the bowl or in the tank. As she was trying to clean up something that was spilled on the counter top with her paper towels and foam cleaner, she noticed for the first time that there was a small handle on the wall above the counter top and to the right of the medicine chest.

"Why would someone put a handle here for no obvious reason ?", she thought.

Looking at it again, she became even more puzzled as to it's purpose. Instinctively, she reached up and pulled on the handle. Nothing.

"What the..........? ? ? ?" , said Caravelle as she pulled again. Nothing.

"This is so stupid !" , remarked Caravelle as she pulled on it for a third time, as hard as she could.

Suddenly, and to her shock, the rectangular panel pulled away from the wall, frightening Caravelle, and causing her to drop it. It made a loud clang as it hit the floor. She moved the wooden panel off the floor and into the bath tub for the time being. Peering over the counter top and into the space now visible, Caravelle took note of what she saw. Behind the panel was a larger enclosure housing a tall, thin tank, a short squat tank, a pump mechanism of some sort, and a shiny metal box with a metal handle on the side. There were many pipes and wires around these items. There was also a dull gray plastic box mounted next to the shiny metal box. She thought she knew what the metal box was; it would be an electrical junction box with fuses and circuit breakers inside. One time her father had shown her the electrical box where they lived, and had shown her how to reset a circuit breaker. The metal handle on the side was set to the 'OFF' position. Instinctively, and with a firm grasp, Caravelle pulled up on the metal handle to move it to the 'ON' position. Nothing.

" Well *Blimey* ! " , blurted out Caravelle. However, no sooner was the exclamation made, then a plastic cover panel on the gray box moved down to reveal a small computer screen about the size of a paperback book. It was blank for several seconds, but then lit up with a series of messages. As intensely as she was staring at the screen, one would have thought that Caravelle was watching a multiple Oscar award-winning movie, including best picture ! A little female cartoon wizard walked out into the center of the screen, and waved her finger in the air. The smoke created morphed and became the words---

" Norton-Thiacall Solar Energy Management Systems ". The female wizard walked off the screen, then the screen lit up with the words---

" Program Awakening " , then,

" Program Execution "

" If this means what I think it does. . . . " , Caravelle hoped as she held her breath and clenched her hands. Her heart was beating like a tom-tom.

About every twenty seconds or so the little monitor screen would change, with a series of screens and commands that would light up one by one, each one replacing the previous one.

" System Activation "

" System Investigation, stand by "

" System Scan and Report "

" Voltage Discrepancy at Voltage Converter " in red letters, and

" Insufficient Amperage for System Operation " in red letters.

" Changing to Battery Back-Up System "

" System Reconfiguration, stand by "

" System Back-Up Check "

" Battery Reserve Storage Capacity-- 11 % available / 89 % discharged "

" Insufficient Reserve for Full System Operation---Minimal Battery Back-up available at this time " in orange letters.

" System Reconfiguration, stand by " , and finally, after about a quarter hour,

" Conditional System Operation Instituted " , with orange letters that crawled across a ribbon the very bottom of the screen that read one after another in rotation,

" Urgent Messages Follow / Low Voltage / Low Amperage / Main Power System Off Line / Limited Use Advised / Battery Recharge Advised for Optimum Performance "

With that message, the cartoon wizard appeared once again and took a bow and waved her hand. She disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and the screen then divided into six rectangle blocks, with each block having a gauge or a digital readout in green, orange, or red letters and numbers. Most of the numerical values Caravelle did not understand. Yet one of the boxes showed 11% in green, and 89% in red, apparently showing how much electricity was still in the batteries, or so thought Caravelle.

Suddenly, the lights dimly lit up on the sides of the medicine chest, the bathroom overhead light lit up, and a whirring noise shot forth from the pump. In a moment, water slowly came flowing out of the faucet of the little sink. Caravelle's heart was pounding as if she had just seen the climax of a horror movie. With a shaky hand, she reached out and turned off the faucet, although the stream of water was only a small trickle. But there was still the sound of gurgling water. It took a while for Caravelle to figure out that the toilet was ever so slowly filling with water. When the gurgling noise had stopped, she pulled down on the toilet handle and it flushed. With all of the regal and splendor of a princess surveying her royal kingdom, Caravelle quickly went through the cabana checking to see what was and was not working.

"My cabana has electricity and water !" , she cried with joy !

For some unexplained reason, Caravelle began looking through the metal lockers in the front room. In the last locker that she opened, she found a small weather radio on the top shelf. The radio also had an AM/FM band, plus one short wave band.

"If this radio works, I can use it to see which electrical outlets have electricity.", she said.

After checking the outlets, and hearing the radio hiss with static when there was electricity from the outlet, she placed it on the breakfast bar and scanned the AM band. From the overpowering strength of the signal, she found what must have been a local AM radio station. It was a "beautiful music / easy listening" station .

"I remember when other older teens or adults would make fun of me or yell at me for listening to this kind of music." , she thought to herself, "They would treat me as an unwanted freak because I did not listen to the Hard Rock/Heavy Metal or Hot Country/Super Hillbilly stations that they always did. But now I can listen to anything that I want to."

The little radio finally broke the overwhelming silence of the cabana. The radio station was saying---

" . . . . Beautiful Music, for your modern lifestyle, anywhere in Vacation Wonderland. . . . [ traffic noises and car horns honking ] . . . . Radio on the go. . . . WCTM, Eaton Ridge. . . .TIME 1:46. . . . TEMPERATURE 59 degrees and rising. . . . " , was being sung as she sat down on one of the folding chairs next to the card table.

After a while, Caravelle got up and decided to clean the tiny, squat refrigerator so that she could store her meager food supply. After she had cleaned it, and as she was placing the items from her shopping yesterday in the refrigerator, a thought came to her---

"Since this cabana has a solar powered electrical system, where are the solar cells, and doesn't the sun have to shine on them to make electricity ?"

She went outside and began to look around. Again she noticed the unusual round shingles, and noticed for the first time that there were actually round solar cells in the center of the shingles. However, the shingles were coated with a film of scum, dirt, tar, and decayed leaves. So she went back inside, and looked again at the digital readouts on the solar management computer. She copied down the numerical reading for the gauges that showed the voltage at the converter, and the battery storage capacity. Returning outside to the shingles with the roll of paper towels and the can of foam cleaner that she had purchased recently, she began to clean the first cell on the first row. She could only reach the first four rows of solar cells; to reach the other cells, she would need a ladder. After an hour, Caravelle had only cleaned a fourth of the cells on the lowest row.

" This may be more difficult than what I had imagined, this curd seems as if it has been baked on.". she thought to herself.

By time sunset was approaching, she had cleaned most of the first row. She went back inside, and checked the gauges. The warning messages of " Low Voltage, Low Amperage " and the others were still crawling across the bottom of the screen, but the input voltage and amperage had gone up by one tenth of a point, and the battery reserve had gone up by one percent. That box now showed '12% available / 88% discharged'.

***" Yippers "***, she squealed.

However, the electricity only stayed on for about a half hour after sunset before the system went silent.

"I guess that is what that message means that said, *"Limited Use Advised / Battery Recharge Advised for Optimum Performance"* , mused Caravelle.

## LOCATION----Caravelle's Hideaway Cabana, near the village of Vonder Beach

Over the next couple of weeks, the daily routine that Caravelle experienced changed little. When she awoke, she would turn on the little radio and listen for the weather report. She would also walk out to the beach sand and water's edge to look at the sky. If the day was going to be sunny or somewhat warm, she would spend the morning cleaning the solar cells. If the weather was going to be overcast or cold, she would spend time inside the cabana cleaning and re-organizing her things. As she worked, she would think about what was needed to be purchased, and would stop to write down these items on a shopping list. Many times in the early afternoon, after lunch, she would either walk to the marina shopping district, or ride the trolley to downtown Vonder Village, or to the big Vonderland Mall on the outskirts of the village. Early on, she had found out that she could only buy what she could carry back to her cabana by herself. So she had to be careful about what she bought, not buying a lot of junk and stuff, and make every daily shopping trip count for essentials only.

About the time when Caravelle could no longer reach the dirty solar cells on either side of the roof, an unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on how one looks at it) event happened to her. On one of her trips to the marina shopping area, Caravelle stopped to sit and rest on the remaining small, short brick wall that once was part of the torn down house. There were tall weeds and vines in front of the wall and growing up over part of the wall. When she got ready to leave, she stepped through the patch of tall weeds, with something catching her foot, causing her to fall hard onto the ground. She hurt her ankle and knee, but at least she was not bleeding. Madder than a hornet, Caravelle got up to see what she tripped on. Surprisingly, it turned out to be *Joy of Joys!!!* It was a long, aluminum ladder that had been left next to the low wall, but as it had been left lying prone on the ground, it had become covered with tall weeds and vines that had grown over it, so that it was hidden from view. Pulling as hard as she could, she dislodged it from the grasp of the weeds and vines. She then promptly carried/dragged it to the cabana and set up on one side of the A-line roof. With this unexpected treasure, she could continue to clean row after row of the solar cells.

As the weather began to turn cooler, and as October turned into November, it became a race against time for Caravelle to clean the solar cells, so as to have steady supply of electricity to heat the cabana. Thankfully, she could see that the batteries in the cabana were slowly being charged up, so that she had electricity for longer and longer times after sunset before the system would turn itself off. However, as time when by, she came to understand that she had to be careful with her use of the electricity, and had to ration its use to only essential functions, like for having hot water, and for heating the cabana. This because the meager power from the few cleaned solar cells was needed to recharge the batteries, not for use in the cabana during the day. Likewise, the battery power had to be conserved in the night, so that the power could stay on for longer and longer times throughout the nighttime. She rejoiced when one day the monitor box lit up, '33% available / 67% discharged'. One third of the battery capacity had now been restored through her efforts. There was a small baseboard heater in the front of the cabana, but it did not put out much heat. So Caravelle bought a small electrical space heater to plug into a front room outlet.

As part of her power conversation plan, she would cut way back on the use of electricity, and use flashlights to get around the dark interior of the cabana at night. She would many times use a flashlight to read from non-fiction books and manga (comic books) to bide her time, as this did not use any electricity. One day, during cleaning, at the very back of the top shelf of one of the cabinets, Caravelle found a stack of *Playboy* magazines, and next to the stack, surprisingly, a New World Bible. She threw away the soft porn magazines, but kept the Bible, and began occasionally reading it after dark with a flashlight.

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Money was not that much of a problem for Caravelle, thanks to the trust fund that was set up for her by Burl Iverson, the attorney. In her purse, she had a plastic debit card that would work in the various ATM machines that were all around Vonderland. She also had several fast food cards that would have a monetary amount loaded onto them once a month. However, she still had to be careful because she was told that there would only be so much money, and no more. Caravelle would recall that her father and mother would always give her plenty of money and tell her to go away and spend time by herself ! Despite being showered with money and material things, Caravelle came to understand (unlike her parents) that money and materialism could not cure the affairs of the heart, or the spiritual yearning to be one's correct gender of female. Nevertheless, on her often planned shopping trips, she would buy only necessary food items and clothing, in order to supplement the meager things that she brought with her on the day she was dropped off at the front gate of Vonderland. The marina had a coin-operated laundromat, so about once a week she would take as many dirty clothes that she could carry in a trash bag, and walk to the laundromat. She was well versed in doing this, since her mother almost never did Caravelle's laundry, so she always had to do her own washing to have clean clothes. Plus mom never came to know or find out that Caravelle kept, and would wash her wardrobe of girl's clothes undercover, with this going on for a very long time. She would dress as a girl on the days that she knew that both parents would be at work, or on business trips. She always assured them that she would be okay by herself, and made sure of that, so as to keep this important privilege.

On the days when Caravelle would leave to walk to the marina, she would grab a full trash bag or two from the mound that was in back of the small storage shed behind the cabana. There was a large construction dumpster near the front of and to the side of the marina " junkyard ". As she walked by the dumpster, she would non-nonchalantly toss the full bags in.

"I wonder what someone would think if they were to see a tween girl dropping a trash bag full of beer cans and liquor bottles into a dumpster ?", laughed Caravelle. Thankfully, no one ever saw or bothered her about her trash bags in the dumpster.

During one weekend's rummage through the marina " junkyard ", Caravelle found a pile of milk jug boxes made out of heavy plastic. They were originally made to hold four one gallon milk jugs. Having long since been abandoned, she took several, one-by-one over time, so that when placed next to the wooden bench in the cabana, and both covered with several blankets, it made a usable bed. Adding two pillows, as well as a little girl's " Hello Kitty " baby doll style pajama outfit that she bought, Caravelle rejoiced that she did not have to sleep on the cold floor anymore.

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"Carl" (Caravelle) had never been close to 'his' mother or father. 'His' father made it clear to 'him' that he was too busy with his CEO career to be bothered by a child. Mother had made it clear to 'him' that she never wanted to have children anyway. Children were too much of a burden on her and her self-centered lifestyle, as they would distract her and take time away from her doing the things that she wanted to do. "Carl's" father was a "workaholic", who never had time for his "son" or 'his' mild-mannered interests, like art and classical music. "Carl's" father was abusive to mother in a mental or emotional sense. He always wanted his wife to dress and act in a sexy, provocative manner. Mrs. Axxe originally objected to doing that, but did it anyway, eventually getting quite used to it, and after a long time, came to really enjoy dressing and acting coy and sexy. "Carl" never understood why father, or people in general, would want to look at mother in such a explicit and unnerving way. Father was abusive to "Carl", too, but in a different way. Without putting hardly any of his own effort into it, he always expected his perceived 'son', to grow up as a manly man, a super duper man, an alpha male of physical prowess, and with virile emotional, sexual, and financial abilities. "Carl" knew all along that 'he' could never, ever do that. Father especially turned cruel and overbearing when "Carl" began slowly looking and acting feminine and girly, first covertly, then overtly as "Carl" began transitioning. As such, with that kind of toxic family attitudes around all the time, "Carl" always kept to 'himself', did things by 'himself', and never had any friends of any age.

At school, "Carl" was subject to almost constant bullying because of 'him' being such a feminine 'boy'. Many at school thought that "Carl" looked very, very cute and adorable for a "boy", cuter and more girly than even some girls, but nobody would want to even be around 'him', let alone be any kind of friend. Eventually, "Carl" dropped out of school, as 'he' couldn't take the increasingly cruel and vile bullying that was the result of 'his' increasingly feminine looks and demure. The parents didn't care, telling 'him' to get 'himself' home-schooled from the Internet.

So finally living in the cabana, and doing things by herself, for herself, was very much the norm for Caravelle, and she came to love her lonely and supposedly despised way of life.

## LOCATION---Downtown Vonder Village, Caravelle's Cabana outside of Vonder Beach

One day in late November, just before the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, Caravelle made a trip to downtown Vonder Village, as she had done many, many times already. Everyone was in a happy and cheerful holiday mood. Everyone except the Mayor of Vonder Village, as Caravelle was soon to find out. Caravelle was going into the grocery store near the downtown mall, when a somewhat familiar person was coming out of the store. The person was Keerna Wellman, the Mayor of Vonder Village. She was again dressed very nice, in a ladies business suit, and recognized Caravelle immediately.

" Hey there young man ! Your name is "Carl" Axxe, isn't it ? ", asked Keerna.

" If you want to believe something like that....." , meekly retorted Caravelle.

" You need to go to the Room Service building, there is a message from me waiting for you. ", said Keerna.

" Can I go after I do my grocery shopping ? " , asked Caravelle.

" Yes, you may. But be sure to do as I have instructed you to do in the letter. I want everything to be correct and proper with anything happening in *MY EXTRAORDINARY VILLAGE* ! ", extolled Keerna. " That includes you registering with Room Service, for assignment to the Home for Little Wanderers. "

" Yes, ma'am. I already registered a while ago, the third day after I got here. " , replied Caravelle meekly.

" Don't be telling me fairy tails! No one named "Carl" Axxe has registered yet. And you need to stop pretending to be someone who you can never be, young man, since you were born a boy ! God made me Mayor so that I can make everything as I think it should be, and He is okay with everything that I do ! ", extolled Keerna.

" Yes, ma'am. ", replied Caravelle meekly.

Caravelle was surprised to find both a letter and a package for her at the back counter of the Room Service department. The package was from her mother, and turned out to be a laptop computer. As Caravelle was soon to find out, the whole area of Vonderland had free WiFi Internet coverage, allowing Caravelle to link to websites from the laptop in her cabana. The brief note from her mother stated that she hoped that the laptop computer would be useful to Caravelle, no matter where she was staying. The note said that the laptop was already loaded with " Internet filter " software, so that Caravelle could not access certain websites that she should not be visiting anyway.

That is fine, at least I can search for things on the Internet that I am really interested in, like ballet, anime, manga, and transgender concepts. ", thought Caravelle to herself.

The letter from Mayor Keerna was not as pleasant as was the gift from Caravelle's Mom. The letter stated that Caravelle had not as yet registered with Room Service as well as the Home for Little Wanderers in Vonder Village, and needed to do so immediately. It further stated that wherever she had been staying, since she was not in the Home for Little Wanderers, needed to be inspected by Village officials to be sure that she was being taken care of properly. The Mayor herself, or a person appointed by her, would be locating Caravelle, and inspecting where she had been living, as well as assisting her to relocate to the Home for Little Wanders. Caravelle would be placed in juvenile detention if she did not comply. The inspection would take place this coming Saturday morning.

" Is Keerna going to take my cabana away from me ? " , thought Caravelle with horror!

When Caravelle arrived back at her cabana, she received another shock. Someone had taped a copy of the same letter from Keerna Wellman to the front door of the cabana.

" Ack ! Someone knows that I have been living here. Does this mean that I am to be arrested ? Am I going to jail ? Will I be taken to the Home, and my cabana be torn down ? " , nervously thought Caravelle.

A hundred other possibilities ran through her feverish mind during the next couple of days. Caravelle redoubled her efforts to make sure that her cabana was clean and presentable, and that as many of the solar cells were clean and working. " I have to show whoever is coming, maybe even Keerna herself, that I can take care of myself and my cabana, without anyone telling me what to do or where to live. And I have until this Friday night to get as much done as possible.", Caravelle said with resolve.

Thankfully, the weather was cooperative, and was mild enough for Caravelle to work both outside as well as inside. Although it was now the beginning of December, it had not yet begun to snow. With the deadline approaching, Caravelle's self-confidence began to wax and wane. She kept thinking that all the work that she had done would be wasted, and she would be forced to live where she did not want to, and be around people she did not like. But wasn't that the same story when she was living with her Mom and Dad, she thought ?

On the Saturday morning of the promised visit, Caravelle arose early. She had not slept well, worrying about what would happen. She ate some Pop-Tarts for breakfast, and then dressed for the visit. She surmised that whoever taped the letter to her door would already know where her cabana was, and know where she have been spending time in Vonderland, and that person, or Keerna herself would come. Caravelle wanted to look her best, so she wore a pretty dress that she had recently purchased at the mall. It was a two-piece outfit, when worn together, looked like a "jumper dress". The top piece was a stylish, black, long sleeved turtleneck shirt made with silky material. The bottom piece was a medium maroon mini-skirt, styled with a wide waist band, and three black buttons on the front arranged vertically. The skirt flared out like a circle skirt, so that the hemline of the skirt would ripple and flutter almost constantly. The mini-skirt had attached wide suspenders, that looped around her shoulders, just like a jumper dress would. Caravelle wore a tween's padded bra for the first time, so that she would look somewhat older, with an already developing bust. She also selected a thin chain necklace, with a bright metal circle suspended from the necklace. And finally, she wore a black faced watch on her wrist. Because the mini-skirt had such a short, above-the-knee hemline, and Caravelle wore rumba panties and petite adult beige pantyhose, with black mary-janes. She had two black bands in her hair, holding the twin ponytails that she always wore.

It was about eleven o'clock when she heard a pounding on the front door. The noise had startled her, as she had not had any visitors at all on the beach all the time she has been in her cabana. As she rolled the sliding door open, she saw two young adults standing on the front deck. One was a male, maybe in his upper twentys. He was tall and thin, and although he was dressed very nice in a polo shirt and slacks, looked like a regular beach dude with long blonde hair. A young woman was with him, she seemed to be younger, maybe collage-aged. She also was nicely dressed, wearing a white blouse with big ruffles in the front, and a very short hemline, plaid, pleated skirt. She also had on beige pantyhose and black mary-janes, noted Caravelle. She was a bit plump, but very pretty, though Caravelle.

" Please come in. " , said Caravelle.

## Location---Caravelle's Hideaway Cabana, Vonder Beach

" My name is Josiah Mathesson, and my friend here is Becky Zarzour. We have been sent here by the Mayor's office to meet with you, to look around, and to take you to the Home for Little Wanderers." , stated Josiah. It seemed like Caravelle's worst nightmares were being realized. Caravelle's self-confidence immediately crumbled into little pieces, and fell to the floor.

" My. . . My. . . . name. . . . is. . . . .Axxe.. . . .no, I have an ax. . . . .No, an ax handle. . . . .No ! No ! . . . .My name is Caravelle, Caravelle Axxe. ", blurted out Caravelle.

" We are here to make sure that you are well taken care of, and to help you to be a part of our community. " , said Becky soothingly.

A look of horror must have swept over Caravelle's face, or so she thought, so she began excitedly to move around inside the cabana, feverishly talking all of the time, to conceal her anguish.

"Look here, I have food in the refrigerator, I have a working microwave, I am not starving. . . . .I sleep right here, I am very comfortable here. . . . I listen to ' beautiful music ' every day on my little radio, not hard rock or trashy telephone talk shows. . . . ."

Caravelle hurried into the tiny bathroom.

"Look, the toilet flushes !! " , as Caravelle pulled on the handle, " Look, the cartoon wizard on the solar computer monitor is happy, 'cause I have electricity. . . . The monitor says that I got the batteries up to 94%. . . . . I have hot water and take regular baths, so I am not stinky. . . .. "

Caravele next hurried into the kitchen.

"Look, no dirty dishes, no trash or beer cans in the sink. . . . . There used to be liquor bottles, moldy pizza, and chicken bones everywhere, but not anymore, I cleaned up everything all by myself !!!"

"That is all very well and good, but we have our instructions as to what to do. . . . ' , said Josiah dryly.

Caravelle could feel tears welling up in her eyes.

"The Mayor told us what we have to do. . . . " , Becky chimed in.

"Your place really looks nice, Caravelle, but we are required to do what we were sent here to do!", ordered Josiah.

". . . . please, Please, PLEASE. . . . . . " , Caravelle choked out the words, as tears started to stream down her cheeks, "Don't take me to jail, don't make me move, don't put me in juvenile detention. . . . . PLEASE . . . . . "

" You should know, Caravelle, that the Mayor actually told us to forcefully remove you from this cabana, and take you to the Home for Little Wanderers. . . . . where, as the Mayor has insisted, you will stay, and other people can come to the Home and help you return to being a boy!", proclaimed Josiah.

Upon hearing this, Caravelle became ashen, with a fresh avalanche of tears breaking forth and running down her cheeks. Silently, her body began quivering, as raw fear and trepidation engulfed her. However, for all the pain of heart that she is feeling right now, nothing more would come out of her mouth. She began to mentally and emotionally self-destruct, as she knew she could not, or would never, ever go back to pretending to be a 'boy'. This would be a case of "Death before Dishonor", as the hint of suicide flashed up in the deep recesses of her tormented mind! The two visitors could do nothing more than look on and observe her anguish. However, after several agonizing moments have passed, Josiah suddenly and boldly spoke---

"But, Ya know what ? *I'm not going to do that.* " , proclaimed Josiah, as a smile breaks out across his face.

"You're not ?", questioned Becky, with a look of utter surprise on her face.

"No, I am not ! Caravelle probably doesn't know just who I am, but I am the nephew of the person who used to own this cabana, plus the house and the garage that was torn down. Henry Mathesson was my uncle. I used to spend a lot of time at his home during the summers, and my uncle never caught on to it, but me and my friends had some really cool, kick-butt, throw-down parties at this cabana. I am so pleased to find that the cabana was not torn down, and that someone, namely you, Caravelle, has tried to clean up and take care of the cabana. I have always wanted to one day get back at the Mayor and her cronies, somehow, for moving my uncle off of his hard earned homestead, and then tearing it down!" , said Josiah with conviction.

Caravelle could not believe her ears !

" It's funny, but I now work for the local government, that is headed by the very person who caused my uncle so much trouble, the self-righteous Mayor! I would like to see you continue to stay here, Caravelle, and I will help you all I can to do that very thing, although it won't be easy.", said Josiah, " But I have been waiting for such an opportunity as this for quite some time now. The Mayor needs to have someone to stand up to her pious, sanctimonious, and hurtful desires. Are you with me, Becky ? Are you ready to 'lay it all on the line' and go '**all in'** with me? "

" After seeing what Caravelle has done to the cabana, **I'm all in !!!**" , proclaimed Becky.

Caravelle was still silently crying, as she could not believe what is happening all around her, right now. To have people care about her, strangers at that, with this unforeseen turn of events. Caravelle could not stop crying, but now she was crying tears of joy. She leaped to Josiah and gave him a hug, then bounced to Becky and gave her a hug, too.

"I just want to be happy, and live my life as my authentic self as a girl, even if it means being here in my cabana all by myself ", cried Caravelle.

Calmly Josiah stated, "I will have to write up a report for the Mayor to explain what happened during my visit today, but I will think of something to tell her that will motivate her to allow you to continue to be in your cabana. I have a few 'tricks up my sleeve' that the Mayor does not know about. You will still have to come with us this afternoon, to the Home for Little Wanderers, and verify that you did register as your correct, legal name of Caravelle, and not as your birth name of "Carl". But I sorta know what I have to do to make this happen, and I will try and work it so that you can stay right here."

"I will write my report to say about the same thing." , extolled Becky, "Two people observing the same situation with the same recommendations will carry more legal weight!"

"And I can help, too !", announced Cavarelle, "I can get in touch with my attorney, Burl Iverson, and explain to him what I want to do. I think he can help get things done! You know, Burl, my mom, and a judge got me proclaimed and verified to be the same as a legal adult, and that should mean something! " , offered Caravelle.

"So it looks like a *clean sweep* all around !" , proclaimed Josiah.

" *A clean sweep!!!* " , sang Becky in a silly tone.

" **A clean sweep, indeed !** " , shouted Caravelle, as she grabbed her purse and followed Josiah and Becky out the front door, with a smile on her wet face, and ready to ride in their car to the village, to face whatever is to come her way, with renewed confidence and hope.

( Chapter 3---" A Clean Sweep " concludes )

(THE END)
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## The Epilogue

(Click here to be taken to the Epilogue of Caravelle: The Throwaway Girl)

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There will be a sequel to *Caravelle: The Throwaway Girl*, in the planning stages now, and to be published on this Wiki quite some time later. It will be called, *Caravelle: Thrown Into Chaos*. It will cover Caravelle's life in Vonderland during the rest of her teenage years, until she turns 21. She meets another girl, born a girl, about her age that she begins to fall in love with. Then, a trans girl like herself wants to befriend Caravelle, and eventually do a Love Confession to Caravelle, thus forming a very unusual girls-with-girls love triangle. Then, after Caravelle begins practicing ice skating at the ice rink atop Eaton Ridge, a boy slightly older that her comes into her life, and who wants to ice skate with her as a teenage boy / girl pair skating couple. Will Caravelle get to stay in her cabana, will her lonely life come to an end, and will she be able to continue to stay true to her feminine heart and girly spirit?