Heather made her way to Alex’s school with Erinna in the backseat. Margaret and Maddison followed them in Maddison’s car. Alex’s school was about a forty-minute drive from their home, but it was in the other direction from George’s and Erinna’s.

After arriving in front of the school and parking, the four left the cars. Making their way inside, they headed directly to the principal’s office. Heather knocked on the door, then opened it.

Alex was sitting in front of the principal’s desk. She looked to be a woman in her late to mid-thirties. The principal wore a grey suit. She had brown eyes and dark black hair. She wore an evil smile as Alex sat in front of her, blushing profusely.

Heather’s blood started to boil from anger once she saw Alex. He was wearing his white polo shirt, but instead of his slacks and dress shoes, Alex was wearing a mid-length skirt with white tights and black Maryjanes. It was clear he was not enjoying this. That’s what made Heather so angry.

After starting the video app on her phone, Heather immediately handed it to Erinna. With a sigh, Erinna began recording.

“You must be Mrs. Houston. Please have a seat,” the principal said, pointing to a seat in front of her desk.

Heather took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. She looked at the principal’s nameplate on the desk. “Ms. Wilkinson, where’s Alex’s uniform? He doesn’t look comfortable wearing a skirt,” Heather informed the principal, taking a seat in front of Alex. She could tell that Alex was not happy with these clothes. She wasn’t going to allow anyone to humiliate her children.

“This is now his uniform, Mrs. Houston. Alex has been a bad boy starting a fight and using violence. As a punishment, he should be petticoated. Isn’t that right, Alex?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Alex replied with a red face as tears started to form in his eyes. He usually wouldn’t get into fights and never started one, but it was all because the boy insulted his father. He couldn’t take it.

“Let me ask you a straight question, why was there a fight in the first place? I assume you would know what caused my grandson to hit the boy in the first place,” Margaret interfered, making her presence known. She had such a strong and imposing presence that the principal looked shaken.

“The other boy had a black eye and a bloody nose. The reason doesn’t matter. I stopped this toxic masculinity before it grew. Boys should learn to behave and how to be gentle and delicate; otherwise, they will grow to be abusive,” the principal explained. She looked at the faces of the three imposing women. They didn’t look convinced.

Heather glared at the principal before turning to Alex. She held his hand in hers before wiping a tear from his eye. “Alex, honey, why don’t you tell us what happened?” Heather asked, completely ignoring the principal.

“You shouldn’t let him make...” the principal started but was quickly cut off by a glare from Heather.

“I am talking to my son, so kindly shut up,” Heather said, causing the principal to fall silent. She felt as if Heather was going to burn her with her glares.

“Freddy kept insulting my dad and taunting me even when I asked him to stop, I told the teachers more than once, but they didn’t do anything. We were in the lunch room when Freddy came over and said the world is better off now that my dad is dead,” Alex explained before breaking down.

“That’s just an excuse. It’s toxic masculinity, and...”

“Look here, I don’t care if someone filled your head with all this nonsense about toxic masculinity, but I will not accept people like you trying to ruin my children’s heads. The last thing I want is for my daughter to grow up and be like you,” Heather spat angrily, losing her temper. She was disgusted by this woman, and she certainly wouldn’t forgive her for her actions. “You can believe in whatever ideology you have, but you should have thought carefully before trying to force it on my 11-year-old son. You and the likes of you are disgraces to womanhood, so why don’t you leave this position to someone more capable and go home and stay alone with your cats for the rest of your life.”

Heather stood up while holding Alex in her arms. “Come on, Alex, let’s go home. You’re not spending another day in this school. You will go to Talented Youth Academy with George and Erinna.” Heather hugged Alex, rubbing his back before turning to the principal. “As for you, Ms. Wilkinson, I would look for a good lawyer because I will be naming you and the school in a lawsuit.” Heather held Alex and Erinna’s hands, walking out of the office with Maddison following them. Margaret left the office after giving the principal some words of her own.

Brandi walked around the house nervously. Hundreds of scenarios played in her head, and most of them were negative. The CPS will be visiting today for a home inspection. After everything came out and the family knew that her father had abused her, she had nowhere else to go.

Her other two uncles were not that welcoming, and her cousins didn’t welcome her as a girl. It was all thanks to Nancy that they couldn’t bully her. Besides, her uncle Erwin was her family’s only welcoming and caring person.

No one knew where her real mom was, and Brandi hadn’t heard from her since she was 5. Her stepmom had a history of alcohol abuse and couldn’t see herself being a mother. She did come to visit her, and Brandi felt happy to have her around. The moment she started taking booster pills, her body changed dramatically. She now wore a B-cup bra instead of the A-cup she used to wear. Her scrotum was now gone, and in its place were the labia of a fully mature and functional vagina.

She was not supposed to stay in the house today, but her new school treated her like any new TSS child. So, she had a week free of school, staying at the Houston family’s house until Carla returned home. Unfortunately, Heather and Erinna had left the house, and Brandi was unsure about being around strangers, even if these strangers were Erinna’s grandparents.

When Brandi heard the doorbell, her nerves skyrocketed. Brandi was the closest person to the door, so she went to see who was there. In the window beside the door, Brandi saw one of their neighbors. She didn’t know much about him except that he was a neighbor and friend of her uncle, Erwin. She also knew that he was an FBI agent. Brandi previously saw him at the Houstons’ house, offering condolences for his dead colleague.

She had talked to him once when he watched a game with her uncle and Erinna’s dad. He was a lovely man, so Brandi opened the door immediately. “Hello, sir,” Brandi greeted, making a path for the kind neighbor to enter.

“Hello, little one, is your uncle home?” the man politely asked, stepping inside. He noted Brandi’s blue dress and whole outfit, giving him a good idea for his daughter’s birthday gift.

“Yes, sir. He’s in the backyard. I will call him for you,” Brandi explained before shutting the door behind the man. She immediately walked to the backyard, where she found her uncle. “Uncle Erwin, Mr. Hale came by, so I let him in.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Erwin replied, wiping his hands since he was working on Oliver’s new dirt bike. Walking towards the house through the backdoor, Erwin noticed Brandi’s nervousness. “Don’t worry, honey. Everything will be alright. My stupid brother may not know your value and big heart, but I do,” Erwin reassured her, pulling her aside and kissing her forehead. No one would ever take his niece away from his house. He had already cut ties with his miserable brothers, and so did his parents. They had sided with Brandi’s dad, so they were no longer part of his family. He had never felt better after going no contact with those toxic people.

Erwin walked with Brandi to the door to welcome his neighbor. Erwin greeted, hugging and shaking hands with him. “Wyatt, my man, how are you?”

An hour and a half passed before Brandi heard the doorbell again. In front of the door were two women wearing severe-looking skirt suits. They had to be the CPS. Immediately, Brandi’s heart jumped into her throat as she opened the door.

“Hello, sweetheart,” said one of two ladies who looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She sounded pretty nice and managed to put Brandi at ease.

The other one glared at Brandi and didn’t bother to speak as she walked past her, shoving her to the side. “We’re here for a home inspection for Brandi Collins’s case, so bring me an adult to talk to,” the other lady spat, making Brandi gulp and almost burst into tears.

“Is there a problem, little one?” Wyatt Hale approached from behind Brandi. Immediately, the rude woman looked as if she had seen a ghost. He smirked when he saw her face. This woman was acting suspiciously. Wyatt decided to keep an eye on her but so far had found nothing on her. “Ah, Ms. Smythe, long time no see,” he greeted, giving her a chilling smile.

Carol came rushing in and took the shaken Brandi into a side hug. “Please, come in. We have been expecting you,” Carol welcomed them.

“Thank you, ma’am. You have a good record of handling two GCS cases, a boy and a girl. I think we will finish quickly,” the younger lady spoke after stepping inside the house, holding a tablet containing Brandi’s file.

“I am the senior agent here. That’s up to me to decide,” the rude woman said before grabbing the tablet from her junior partner. “What is he doing here? An FBI agent has no business here and shouldn’t interfere with our work.”

“Wyatt is my friend. We were having coffee together. Please watch your attitude, or I will have to report your actions to Mrs. Williams,” Erwin threatened, making his presence known to the CPS agent. “No one will stop you from doing your job, so watch your attitude.”

Erwin’s threat seemed to affect her as she looked shaken. But they both started their home inspection right away. Carol and Brandi earlier redecorated her bedroom with baby blue walls. She had pink sheets and covers over her bed. A vanity table sat in one corner, and the bed had more stuffed toys than anyone could count.

Brandi’s closet had been filled with many dresses, skirts, and tops. Her drawers were full of tights, ankle socks, knee-high, and tights socks. There were also all these drawers full of lingerie. And besides, the closet was wooden shelves up to the ceiling full of girly shoes.

“You have a nice shoe collection, Brandi,” the Junior agent joked, making Brandi feel at ease. She then turned to Carol with a warm smile. “I think we are finished here. Again you did a great job, Mrs. Collins. I heard you were experts regarding GCS children, but it’s my first time meeting you and Mr. Collins.”

“Thank you, my niece had been worried that you would force her to live in a foster home,” Erwin commented, feeling relief. He had a bad feeling about the other agent in this home inspection. He couldn’t let Brandi live in a foster home when he was her uncle.

Suddenly, they heard a noise coming from downstairs and then the screams and curses of the other agent. They all rushed downstairs to see what was going on. They entered the kitchen to see Wyatt handcuffing the other CPS agent.

“Let me go. You have no right to hold me,” Ms. Smythe screamed at Wyatt. He just ignored her and proceeded to sit her down on a couch.

“Ah, Erwin, you’re right on time. Thank goodness I was here today. I caught Sandy Smythe here, trying to plant drugs in your kitchen. We had opened an investigation into some shady CPS agents, and I have been watching her closely. Today, I caught her in action,” Wyatt explained, showing a small package containing something white.

Brandi couldn’t handle it anymore and burst out crying. Carol immediately pulled her in for a hug. Brandi felt she had escaped by a hair, but Erwin and Carol were relieved more than anyone. They may not have only lost Brandi but also Nancy and Oliver. They were thankful for the FBI and Agent Hale.

Heather parked the car in front of her house, followed by Maddison and Margaret. Once inside, Alex ran to his room, closed the door, and threw himself on the bed, not bothering to change out of the skirt.

The experience was just too much for Alex, and that bitch forced him to wear panties and a training bra. Thankfully, he had Heather and his uncle Jeff by his side, who would have none of this.

It didn’t take Alex any time to fall asleep almost instantly. He was exhausted; this wicked principal had been keen on humiliating him.

A couple of minutes later, Heather walked up to check on Alex. She found him asleep since she could tell from his soft snores. Heather was surprised that Alex didn’t immediately remove the clothes when he got into his room.

She had to admit he looked cute in the skirt and tights, but no one would force her son to wear them because she would be immediately after them. Heather kissed Alex’s forehead and took off his Maryjane shoes, placing them beside his bed. Heather then covered him and walked out of the room, closing the door on her way out.

Downstairs Erinna found her way to her grandpa Houston’s lap while her other grandpa Gavin looked on with envy. They all sat across from each other, waiting for Heather to come down while Margaret explained the earlier events.

Howard Houston was enraged. How could this vile woman try and feminize his grandson, and why? Because he defended his father’s honor?

Eventually, Heather walked down to where everyone was sitting. She could immediately see the rivalry between Erinna’s grandpas to earn her favor. It was funny that her daughter had them wrapped around her finger. Heather smiled as she realized it was so easy for Erinna to do this.

“So, what are you going to do? You’re Alex’s guardians. You decide,” Charlie Houston asked. As Charlie looked at Jeff and Heather, he knew his nephew was safe, but he was still curious about what Jeff and Heather would do.

Heather looked at Jeff before he nodded. She understood what he wanted to say clearly, and they already knew what they both wanted to say. “Firstly, Alex is never returning to that school again. He will be going to school with Erinna and George. We will file a lawsuit against the school and that bitch of a principal for the emotional damage and abuse that Alex had received. George will always look after Alex and Erinna, and I trust the principal at TYA.”