How I Spent My Summer Vacation

by C. Sprite

 

Chapter Nineteen

 

I had trouble falling asleep but still awoke early in the morning. I had made my decision, about what I would wear to school, and I hurried to get ready. The other kids wouldn't be able to call me chicken, but I began steeling myself for other names that would be directed my way. Since I hadn't removed the breast forms or nail polish, it didn't take me nearly as long to get ready as it had for the dance, but my hair still took as long as ever because I wanted it to be perfect. As I wiggled my way into the suede skirt, it seemed tighter than I remembered. The waist was fine because the corset managed that, but my tush seemed to be expanding. I couldn't help but wonder if the hormones were responsible. I wore the same dark blue blouse that I had worn on the trip home from Illinois, and added several bracelets and a gold necklace after putting on my earrings.

After slipping into the matching suede jacket, I looked at myself in the mirror. On other days I would have been delighted to see Michelle staring back at me, but today I felt a sense of persistent anxiety, despite the fact that my appearance was impeccable.

While I waited for Jennifer and her mother, I made a piece of toast. My vitamins were on the counter in the kitchen and I stared at the bottles while the bread toasted. As I prepared to butter the toast I finally gave in and took one each of the tablets, as I had been doing since June. I figured that I had come down the path so far now that one more day wouldn't make a difference, and if I decided to become Michelle permanently, I didn't want to have skipped a day.

When Jennifer and her Mom pulled into the driveway, I grabbed my backpack and hurried out. Fortunately, my teachers hadn't given any homework assignments yesterday. I guess they knew from prior years that it wouldn't be done by anyone going to the dance.

Jennifer was dressed in the tux again, and as I climbed in, Mrs. Crowley said, "Michelle, you look absolutely beautiful, but isn’t that skirt a little tight?"

"My cousin altered it this past summer, but it seems my tush has grown a little."

"It looks fine around your hips, dear. I meant around your thighs. Perhaps I can alter it a little to give you a little more room to walk."

"I think that Lizbeth cut off all the excess, so it can't be altered."

"That's too bad. It really is a beautiful skirt. I'm sorry that I didn’t see you in the wedding dress last night."

"My mom took a lot of pictures, Mrs. Crowley. I'll give Jennifer a set when they're developed."

"Stephen," Jennifer said.

"Oh, sorry, Stephen."

Mrs. Crowley chuckled. "You two must have had a ball last night from the way that– Stephen talked after he got home."

"It was a lot of fun," I said. "The kids weren't nearly as bad as I expected. I hope that today goes half as well."

"There are still a lot of jerks around, Michelle," Mrs. Crowley said, "but things have been improving. Cross-dressing has gained a lot more acceptance in recent years. We're seeing a lot of drag scenes in movies and television shows, and my client list of CDs continues to grow each year. Some of them travel as much as two hours for a fitting."

As she talked I thought about my discussion with Mom in September, when she had asked if I just wanted to be a man that dresses like a woman sometimes. I had said no at the time.

"Michelle, if you have any problems and need a ride home, you call me immediately. I'll be home all day."

"Thank you, Mrs. Crowley. I admit I'm really nervous, even more than last night."

"We'll take care of her, Mom," Jennifer said. "One of us is going to walk with Michelle to all her classes. She'll never be alone until she's home again this afternoon."

Jennifer's words made me feel a little better; at least until we got to the school and walked inside. Those kids that hadn't seen us walk in, did double takes when they turned to see what everyone was staring at, and guys just stood open-mouthed as we passed them on our way to our homerooms. Stephen and I had put our masks on just before we entered the school, but I could tell that everyone already knew about last night. My mask would announce that this was just a Halloween costume. As I slid into my regular seat in my homeroom class, the teacher, Mr. Valentine, stared at me, then looked me up and down from the toes of my boots to the top of my head. The skirt was too tight to allow me to cross my legs comfortably, so I settled for holding my legs tightly together. It wasn't difficult in the tight skirt.

"Ashley?" he asked, tentatively.

"Yes, Mr. Valentine?" I answered questioningly.

"Uh, nothing. Oh– remove the mask while you're in a classroom. And– uh, you look very nice today."

"Thank you, Mr. Valentine," I said after removing the mask.

"I heard in the teacher's lounge that you won the prize for best costume at the dance last night, but wasn't that for wearing a wedding gown?"

"Yes, but I couldn't wear the gown to school, so I settled for this outfit instead. It's supposed to be a honeymoon outfit. Winning the contest was quite a surprise. My husband also won."

"Your husband?"

"Jennifer Crowley played that part."

"Oh, yes, Jennifer."

"We went as newlyweds. She's my husband and I'm her wife."

"I see. Very clever. If you looked even half as good last night as you do today, I can see understand how you won."

"Thank you, Mr. Valentine," I said sweetly.

The way I spoke earned me another strange look from him before he began to take attendance, but his eyes kept darting back to me every minute or so. I had taken out a book to await the start of first period, but I was keenly aware of his glances.

When the first bell rang, I stood to leave but was immediately surrounded by the girls in my homeroom, who smiled and made small comments about how great I looked. The guys just looked at me strangely as they passed me on their way out. If the rest of the day was like this, I may have been silly to worry.

Barbara Huffing showed up a few minutes later and we walked to Trigonometry class together. I had been sharing my homework with Barbara for years and this year we were in the same class. She was smart enough to do the work on her own, but it would have interfered with her social schedule.

"Michelle, you look absolutely incredible," she said as we started walking. "Who did your hair?"

"I did it myself," I said. Then added quickly, "My mom showed me how before the dance. It turned out good."

"Good? It's great. And that skirt and jacket, with the matching boots, are to die for. You got that from Jennifer– I mean Stephen?"

"Her sister is almost the same size as me."

"I can't believe how tiny your waist is. I could never fit into that skirt. It looks like it was made for you, like the wedding gown. And I still can't get over how great you look. I would never in a million years believe that it was you if I didn't know you since we were in grade school. No wonder Kyle kissed you last night."

"Stephen and I put a lot of effort into making ourselves look as genuine as possible. Nobody guessed his real identity either, until he unmasked. We figured that our heights would work to our advantage, since guys are usually taller then their female partners."

"That's true, but I don't know anyone else that could have pulled off your role. And most wouldn't dream of putting on a gown, unless they could make it look like a joke. They'd never want to have anyone even think that they enjoyed looking pretty."

We were passing a lot of kids in costumes, but I didn't see any guys wearing skirts or dresses. I began searching the sea of faces for Billy Thomas, expecting to see him in his cheerleading outfit, but when I finally spotted him, I saw that he was wearing his football uniform instead. I supposed that he'd either had enough of the ribbing from his friends, or that Cecilia had lied last night. Whatever, it was too late to do anything about it now. We’d reached our classroom so we entered and took our seats. The girls crowded around me until the bell rang to start the period.

Mr. Caruthers stared at me when he took attendance, but then continued on. And he wasn't the only one who stared. I wasn't used to receiving all the attention that was directed my way. The strange part was having all the guys staring at my chest and legs, including Mr. Caruthers. I sat in the front row in that class, and it seemed that Mr. Caruthers spent a lot more time than usual reading from the textbook, and staring at my legs during pauses.

 

The rest of the morning was pretty much the same. Someone met me after every class and we walked together and talked. Most of the girls whom I encountered for the first time, even those with whom I wasn't really close friends, commented on my clothes, and some spoke of the gown I had worn to the dance. I had ceased to be a non-entity for the day, and I began to enjoy all the attention from the girls. As I grew more comfortable, I relaxed and chatted more openly.

The cashier in the school cafeteria refused to accept my ID at lunch, telling me that students were only permitted to use their own ID for meals, although I explained that I was in costume. She just wouldn't believe that I was Jimmy. The food service manager, who had heard about the Halloween party, finally resolved the situation, while my friends watched and giggled at my predicament.

Originally, all the talk at the table was of the dance, but it eventually turned to everyday matters, and I began to feel that I was being treated as one of the girls for the first time, instead of as the lone male permitted to sit at the table. Towards the end of the hour, we left the cafeteria and walked as a group to the restroom. No one questioned me as I entered the girl's room with the others, and I used a stall to pee before joining the girls at the mirrors. Conversations continued unabated as I repaired my makeup and brushed my hair. Jennifer had removed her top hat before we left the cafeteria, and she brushed her hair out before using a hairclip to hold it above her head again, fitting her hat to cover it. I helped her make sure that every strand was tucked up under the hat. She wasn't wearing any makeup.

 

My only problem of the day occurred just before the last class. No one showed to walk with me to my class so I joined the kids in the corridor and walked alone. I was still getting a lot of stares, and I began to wonder if they were from curiosity, suspicion, or lust. I had almost made it to my classroom when I was suddenly seized from behind and thrown against the hall lockers. The backpack I was carrying went flying into several kids walking in front of me.

Kyle grabbed my throat in his left hand, pushing the back of my head into the lockers, and glared at me. "You think you're funny, don't you, freak? You've made me a laughing stock by getting me to kiss you last night at the dance."

"I didn't ask you to kiss me," I managed to squeak out. "I even tried to stop you."

"Yeah, well, kiss this," he said as he balled his fist and drew back his arm.

I closed my eyes, anticipating the punch, but was suddenly pulled sideways by somebody's viselike grip on my arm, while the grip on my throat was released. I opened my eyes in time to see Kyle falling to the floor. The hand gripping my arm belonged to Billy Thomas.

"You touch her again and I'll kiss your face with my foot, instead of my fist," Billy Thomas said, as he stood over Kyle, who was now flat on his back.

Kyle looked up with a frightened expression on his face, rolled onto his stomach, and then crawled a few feet before getting to his feet. As he disappeared into the crowd, Billy Thomas looked at me.

"You okay, Michelle?"

I smiled and nodded. "Thanks, Billy."

He smiled back at me. "My pleasure. That jerk shouldn't bother you again. By the way, I thought your costume last night was fantastic. I was going to wear mine today, but after seeing yours, I felt pretty inadequate. You really look hot today," he said, winking.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Can I walk you to your next class?"

"Uh, sure. I'm in Room 204."

"Great, I'm headed to 207."

As the small crowd that had gathered to watch the fight, dissipated, one of the kids held out my backpack. Billy took it, saying, "I'll carry that for you."

"Oh, okay," I said, unsure of whether I should insist on carrying it myself or not. I turned and started walking slowly towards 204.

Billy fell in alongside me. "If you dressed like that normally, no guy in school would ever be able to concentrate on his school work," he said.

"Well, it is a little tight. I didn't realize how tight until I got dressed this morning."

"You know, for a long time some guys have believed that you were really a girl, pretending to be a guy."

"Really?" I said, surprised at the revelation.

"Yeah. Well, I can see how it would seem that way. You only hang with girls, and they always treat you as if you're one of them. Your voice hasn't gotten any deeper for as long as I've known you, and you usually wear baggy jeans and oversized sweaters. A lot of guys have thought you were hiding something. Also, I never noticed it before last night, but you stand and move like a girl."

"It's the high heels. They force you to walk differently."

"No, it not just the way you walk, although that's part of it. I meant that the way you hold your arms, and move your body when talking, is the way that women move. Since last night, a lot more guys have begun expressing the opinion that you're really a chick."

For a long time before I had gone to Illinois, I had made a conscious effort to not adopt the mannerisms of the girls that I associated with. Then, while living as a woman, I had accepted them as a necessary part of my disguise. I thought that I had managed to suppress them again since coming home, but apparently I hadn't been totally successful, perhaps because I was constantly switching back and forth and the line between my identities was blurring. I had known that things would change after I wore that gown to the Halloween dance, and then revealed my identity, but his statement suggesting that some guys had thought I was a genetic female before last night was news to me. It kept reverberating in my head.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"After seeing you in that gown last night, and now in that outfit today– well, it would be obvious to anyone but a blind person that you're just not built like a guy. I'm not talking about height, but about shape. Overall, guys are bigger on top and smaller on bottom, while girls are built the opposite, not to mention being lots softer and having curves. I'm sure you know that I'm into contact sports, and that includes the wrestling team. When I gripped your upper arm a couple of minutes ago, to pull you away from Kyle, it sure didn't feel like a guy's arm. It felt like Stephanie's arm. And everyone is saying that if you were a guy, there would have to be some indication in that tight skirt."

Not being particularly well endowed, I hadn't had any trouble hiding my maleness with the dancer's belt, but I wasn't about to begin discussing that with Billy, or anyone else. "So everyone has pretty much deduced that I'm secretly a girl. Is that it?"

"Not everyone," he said, chuckling. "Kyle obviously doesn't think so."

"He did last night, when he forced himself on me and tried to lick my navel from the inside."

"Michelle, everybody thought that you were a girl last night, until you revealed your identity. Would you have identified yourself at the end of the night, if you hadn't won the prize?"

"I hadn't intended to."

"That's what I figured. What would you have worn to school today?"

"Just my normal clothes, I guess; baggy jeans, tee shirt, and a bulky sweater."

We had reached my classroom door. Billy looked at me and said, "Will you tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"Are you boy-- or a girl?"

I couldn't suppress a giggle as I took my bookcase from his arm. I put my hand on his and squeezed gently for a second. "Yes, I suppose I am." Then I smiled and added, "Thanks for saving me from Kyle. You were like my knight in shining armor."

The ambiguity of my answer must have really perplexed Billy, because he just stood there watching my back as I entered the classroom. I didn't turn around, but I could see his reflection in the classroom windows as I walked to my usual desk. After sitting down I glanced back to the doorway, but he was gone.

 

After class, I wasn't sure if I should go to my bus or go looking for Jennifer. I hadn't thought to ask if her mother was going to pick us up. I waited by the door for a few minutes and then walked to my locker to get my jacket. Jennifer/Stephen arrived there as I was closing the locker.

"I heard you had a problem with Kyle," he/she said.

"Yes, he said he was angry because I had maneuvered him into kissing me last night."

"What a jerk. I'm so sorry that I ever went out with him. I'm glad Billy was there to help you."

"He saved my face from serious damage. Kyle was about to punch me when Billy stepped in."

"I wish I was there. I would have kicked him in the family jewels. It would be better for the human race if he was never able to breed anyway."

I giggled. "The gene pool can sometimes use a little help, I suppose. Are we meeting your mother or taking the bus?"

"Bus. Mom said to call her if we had a problem, but except for Kyle, you didn't have any problems, right?"

"Right. Everyone else has been great. Billy Thomas even told me that a lot of guys believe that I'm really girl pretending to be a boy."

We turned and started walking towards the front of the school. "I've heard that a lot more today. A lot of girls believe it also."

"What? And you never told me?"

"It was just talk."

"But apparently a lot more kids are starting to think that way now, after seeing me in the wedding gown and then today in this skirt."

"They just can't believe that a guy could look so good in a dress," Jennifer said. "Has anybody asked you about your real gender?"

"Just Billy."

"He did? And what did you say?"

"I sidestepped the question."

"And what did he say?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" She asked incredulously.

"Well, I didn't actually give him a chance to say anything. I thanked him for being my knight in shining armor, and then went into my classroom."

Jennifer giggled. "Your knight in shining armor? As in one who rescues the fair maiden? I wonder what he made of that."

"He just stood in the doorway of my classroom and watched me as I walked to my chair and sat down."

"What was he doing at your classroom?"

"After he knocked Kyle down, he carried my backpack and walked me to the door."

"Oh-my-god. Then I can understand why he stood there watching you. He would have watched you no matter what."

"Oh, come on. You're not saying that he's interested in me?"

"Why not? He's a guy."

"He's been with Stephanie Taylor for like-- forever. They were at the dance together last night."

"He's a guy. Guys are like bulls in a field of cows. They'll mount any cow that lets them.

I giggled. "He'd get a surprise if he tried to mount me."

"But he doesn't know that. And like you said, a lot of other kids have begun to wonder. Oh, MaryAnn and Barbara asked if Jennifer and Michelle want to go to the Mall with them on Saturday."

"Jennifer and Michelle? As in 'not Stephen and Michelle' and 'not Jennifer and Jimmy.'"

"Right. They're asking Jennifer and Michelle to go."

"Oh boy," I said, "This could get awkward."

"What's the matter? Just wear a pair of jeans. You don't have to wear a skirt, or even carry a purse."

"I don't have any jeans that would be appropriate. I only have Jimmy's jeans, loose and baggy ones that were purchased to hide my shape. I'd look like a frump, as a girl."

"Then you could buy a pair tomorrow and put them on as soon as you've purchased them. We'll do that first before we meet MaryAnn and Barbara."

"I have to think about this," I said.

"What's to think about?"

"Where this might be leading. Next thing you know, somebody will want me to come to school as Michelle on Monday."

"It wouldn't bother me," Jennifer said. "I love seeing you this way."

"It would certainly be a kind of confirmation to the kids who believe, or have begun to suspect, that my gender isn't male. Doing this on Halloween is one thing, doing it next week would be another."

 

By the time Mom arrived home I had completed my homework and cooked dinner, "Um, smells good, honey. The pork chops?"

I nodded. "I browned them for a couple of minutes on each side, and then put them in the oven to bake. They should be about ready. The green beans and rice are all cooked."

"I'll change and help you finish up."

"Take your time, Mom. I only have to set the table, open the applesauce, and then we're ready to eat."

 

During dinner Mom said, "I've been waiting to hear how things went today. I would have to guess that everything was alright or you would have already brought it up."

"It went much better than I would have believed. Only one guy gave me a problem, and a co-captain of the football team came to my rescue and pulled the guy off me."

"Pulled him off you?" Mom said in a shocked voice.

"It was the jerk that kissed me last night at the dance. He accused me of making a fool out of him."

"He kissed you without consent and then had the nerve to say you instigated it?"

"Yeah, but everyone knows he's a jerk. Other than that, everyone was great. The girls all treated me like a girl, who wasn't in competition for their boyfriends, and the guys were cordial, if a bit distant."

"You didn't expect complete acceptance as a woman, did you?"

"Not at all, but I did learn that a lot of kids have apparently believed for some time that I'm really a girl, who's pretending to be a boy. Isn't that incredible?"

"They think that you're a real girl, who normally masquerades as a boy?"

"That's what I was told by two people, Billy Thomas and Jennifer. I guess a lot more people are going to believe it after today. Jennifer says it's because nobody believes a guy could look as good in a skirt as I do."

Mom smiled. "And how do you feel about that?"

"I don't know whether to be pleased or not."

"Will you be wearing a skirt to school on Monday?" Mom asked.

"No, I'll go back to my regular clothes, but Jennifer wants me to go shopping with MaryAnn and Barbara Huffing tomorrow, as Michelle."

"You're kidding!"

"No. Apparently, Barbara Wilson and MaryAnn extended the invitation, but for Michelle, not Jimmy."

"Well, it makes sense that they wouldn't want Jimmy along. Are you going?"

"Should I?"

"It’s up to you, dear."

"If I go, Jennifer and I will have to leave early so I can get a pair of jeans and change before we meet with MaryAnn and Barbara."

"What's wrong with your regular jeans? They're girl's jeans."

"I bought them so they'd be very loose on Jimmy, and I'd look terrible in them as Michelle. I need something with a better fit. Jimmy can look indifferent about clothes, but if I'm going as Michelle, I have to look good."

Mom smiled, but didn't say anything.

"Don't you agree?"

"Of course, dear. The pork chops were delicious."

I supposed that Mom was trying to change the conversation, so I dropped it. She was trying very hard not to pressure me one way or the other, but I needed some guidance. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing or not.

 

I awoke early in the morning and began getting ready to go the Mall. I had called Jennifer and told her that I'd go. She was going to call MaryAnn to tell her after we hung up. My Mom would drive us to the Mall an hour before we were supposed to meet the others, and I would get a pair of jeans and give Mom my old ones to take home.

Jennifer came right out when we arrived at her house, and Mrs. Crowley leaned out of the house and waved to Mom and me. Fifteen minutes later we were entering the Mall, and we headed straight to Her Jeans Depot. Jennifer and I looked through the racks selecting some likely pairs and then I headed to the dressing room. I hadn't worn the corset today so my waist was at my now normal twenty-two inches, but for these jeans I was looking at low-riders and hip-huggers.

After trying on close to twenty pair of pre-washed, faded jeans, I found two that I liked, and which fit me like second skins. The salesgirl said that I could wear a pair out of the store and removed all the sales tags for me.

While Jennifer and I had been looking at jeans, Mom had been walking around the store, looking at other merchandise. Despite the name, the store sold a lot more than jeans. While browsing around, Mom had overhead a couple of sales girls oohing and ahhing over a new line of hooded pullover sweaters, so she brought several over for me to look at. I tried on a dark gray pullover, made from an ultra-soft Velour-like fabric, and I loved it. It only extended down far enough to meet the waist of the jeans, and was a far cry from the sweaters that I normally wore. Jennifer found a belt that was perfect, and I had my new outfit. Mom's only remark was that the pullover rode up too much if I moved around, exposing my stomach. Jennifer and I had to giggle.

	I tried on a dark gray pullover, made from an ultra-soft Velour-like fabric.

"Okay, if that's what you want," Mom said.

"It's the look, Mom."

"That's fine in the summer, but we're almost into fall."

"I'll be inside," I said as I pulled back the hood and dug out my hair from where it had been trapped since I pulled the sweater on.

We walked to the front of the store and paid for the jeans, belt, and sweater. Mom took my old things, and the second pair of jeans, and left after we walked her to the Mall entrance.

"What time is it," Jennifer asked.

"Almost Eleven."

"They should be here soon. I told MaryAnn that we'd be at the Mall's center entrance at eleven o'clock. I told her that if they or we didn't get there by ten minutes after, we'd meet at the jewelry counter in the Lady Galore store."

 

We waited until ten after, and were just about to leave when Barbara and MaryAnn arrived, with Sharon Cedar and Cecilia Edding close behind.

'Well,' I thought, 'two more for the shopping trip doesn't make any difference. After all, the entire school had seen me as Michelle yesterday.'

"Michelle, I love that sweater," Cecilia said as they reached us. In a second she and the other girls were crowded around me feeling the fabric.

"They just got them in today at the Her Jeans Depot," I said. "It's amazing. It's so soft that I fell in love with it immediately."

It was decided that we would go to the Her Jean's Depot first, so Jennifer and I walked back to the store with the other girls and spent about a half hour looking through the sweaters and other clothes, before moving on to another store.

 

Over the next six hours we visited half the clothing stores in the Mall, and ran into almost every girl that we knew from school. They all called me Michelle and from the corner of my eye I could see most of them checking me out, especially my crotch, when I wasn't looking directly at them. I knew that I would be the main topic of conversation in dozens of phone calls that evening. My body had been partially hidden in the wedding gown, but between the suede skirt that I had worn yesterday, and the skin tight jeans I was wearing today, there was apparently no doubt about the body beneath the clothes. The absence of even the slightest bulge where a boy would stick out, would be common information by school on Monday. Of course they didn't know about the dancer's belt I was wearing. I had already admitted at the dance that I was wearing breast forms to give me a chest, but now everyone would be trying to learn if I had any breasts of my own.

MaryAnn dropped me off at my house a little before six o'clock. It had been crowded with six of us in her mother's small car, but I'd had a fun afternoon, and was glad I had gone to the Mall, despite what I expected to face on Monday. Mom had dinner ready and we sat down to eat while I told Mom about my afternoon. I had purchased a pair of open toed shoes with two inch heels, and a pair of gold earrings that dangled little gold ovals with a simulated pearl. I expected that information would also probably be all over the school on Monday. What would Jimmy need with pendant earrings and female shoes if he wasn't really a girl beneath the loose clothes?

 

On Sunday I walked to Jennifer's house, as Michelle, and spent the day with her and her mother. During lunch Mrs. Crowley wanted to hear about the past three days and I related everything I could remember.

When I was done, she asked, "And what are you going to do tomorrow?"

"About what?"

"About going to school. Are you going as Jimmy or Michelle?"

"I don't know what I should do. My mom doesn't want to influence me so I can't ask her for advice."

"I'd go as Michelle, if that's who you want to be. It sounds like you've got everyone thinking you’re really a girl, so now would be the time to further reinforce that conception."

"I'm still not sure if that's who I want to be," I said.

"That's what you say, but everything else belies that statement. You've told me that you feel happiest when you're Michelle, and you dress as Michelle at every opportunity. Your experiment with being Michelle at the dance, in school, and at the Mall was a huge success. What else do you need?"

"I need to know if my life will be ruined if I become Michelle, or enhanced by it."

"Nobody can tell you that, dear. Beyond the circumstances that exist when we're born, the path your life will follow will depend on two things; how you use the opportunities open to you, and what outside forces affect you. We have no control over the outside forces, and sometimes it will seem like the world is conspiring to bring you down, but if we make the most of our opportunities, we have at least as much chance for a happy life as everyone else."

I sat at the table thinking about the changes that would occur if I became Michelle permanently. My worst fears about going to the dance and school as Michelle, hadn't materialized. I guess they had been based on things I had heard in the news, but those incidents were the worst cases, and tolerance for the transgendered did seem to be improving.

 

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