Kaylyn, Myself and Becky sat down. As soon as I took my sandwich out of my bag. I looked up to see Kathleen was standing holding her food tray.

“This is our table find someplace else to sit.”

“Oh, let me think, NO.” I said. “You are welcome to join us.”

“This is been our table since 1st grade. Now move.” I could tell she was getting annoyed.

“The answer is still NO. What don't you understand the N or the O.”

One of the safety squad came over. “ What is the problem?”

“THEY are at OUR table.” Kathleen whined. Now with Wendy and most of her group from the bus.

The safety squad girl looks at the table. “I don't see your name on it. It is fare game.” She smiled.

“UUUUHHHNH” Kathleen exclaimed and stomped off to another table.

The safety squad girl. “ I've been wanting to do that since I was in 3rd grade. Good that we finally have someone to stand up to miss my shit don't stink.” She said softly.

All three of us giggled. Three other girls came up to our table.

“Do you mind if we sit with you.” One said.

“Fine with me.” Kaylyn said.

“Sure” I said.

“Yeah.” Becky answered.

The three sat down.

“I'm Zoe Dunham, this is Megan Marks, and that is Gail Porter. We are in Mrs. McClintons class.”

“I am Sarah Dunkirk, this is Becky Walker and this is Kaylyn Lord.”

“What class are you in?” Gail asked.

“We are all in Miss. Sanders class.”

The 6 of us chatted through our meal then got together on the playground. We all had great fun. All recess Kathleen and her group were just staring at us. Where ever we went. Like she was trying to scare us. I have learned to not be scared, with being a boy transitioning in to a girl. Also with the training Aunt Carman is giving me. I am more confident now than I ever was. I had a big brother and sister that picked on me,too. But that was all in fun.

The rest of the day was just a normal first day of school. We were told when our gym class, art, music was. What Miss. Sanders expected of us. How to ask permission to use the bathroom. Junk like that. She also told us that we could sign up for band in 4th grade.

Sarah had always wanted to play an instrument. She wasn't sure what one though. I wasn't sure but I thought why not. I had to think on what I wanted to play. Miss Sanders said it was two weeks before the band teacher was to come.

We had our afternoon recess. Again Kaylyn, Becky and I hung out together. Kathleen stared at us still. It didn't scare me, it started to creep me out. Miss Sander, Mrs McClinton, and Mrs. Koskey were out with us. We just minded our own business.

However I did miss playing baseball at recess as I have the last 3 years. The boys looked as they were having a great time. But I am a girl and boys will never let a girl play. We just goofing around as 4th grade girls do. As the bell rang We headed for the door. I noticed that Kathleen was standing on the way. I didn't pay much attention to her, as I walked by. She stuck her foot out to trip me.

Aunt Carman had taught me to roll and get right back on my feet. Which I did. I looked back at her and gave her a raspberry.

I got a giggle, Mrs. Koskey came up behind her. “Miss. Stone, I have watched you all recess watching Miss. Lord and her friends. Then you trip Miss. Dunkirk. What is the meaning of that? How about you go down to the purple bench and wait to see Dr. West. You can explain to him your actions.”

As soon as I got in my seat. Becky was asking. “Why did you do that roll, it was cool.”

“Kathleen tripped me.”

“Really,” Kaylyn commented.

“Yeah, but she got in trouble for it. Mrs. Koskey saw what happened. She was sent to the purple bench and see Dr. West.

“Cool” they both said. Miss Sanders finished telling us about how things were going to be this school year. At 2:45 we were told to get ready to leave. At five till 3, the bus riders got to leave for there bus. The three of us found a seat. Gail had also rode our bus so she sat next to Kaylyn.

I heard Kaylyn ask her. “You don't mind sitting with me?”

“Why because your transgender. You are a girl. That is all I see.”

Kaylyn just smiled.

Once Kathleen got on the bus and took her seat with her group. She gave me the meanest look. Of course she had to tell her cronies that I caused her to get a detention period the first day of school. Tomorrow after she ate she had to go to the detention room. We all heard it in fact the whole bus heard it she was talking so loud. Of course she never mentioned that she got detention by tripping me.

Mine, Becky's and Kaylyn's stop was the third one. Once the bus stopped we filed out. Kaylyn was the last out at this stop.

“Bye, Sarah. Bye, Becky see you tomorrow.” Kaylyn called.

“Hey, wait a minute.”I said as I went up to her. “Can I get your number, maybe we can text or something.”

“I normally don't give my number out. Ya know. I had to change my number because all the nasty calls. But I'm sure you won't do that.” She said as I handed her my phone to put the number in.

“I'll text ya later.” I said as she gave it back.

Me and Becky headed to her house. Aunt Carman won't be home till 5 or 6. But It was cleared by Becky's parents that I can go there. As we got closer to Becky's house. We noticed that one of Kathleen's group was following us.

“I think someone is following us.” Softly saying to Becky. “Let's let them meet boxy.”

Becky just grinned.

“Walk past your house and around to the side gate.” We did. Boxy had seen us pass the house. She came out the doggy door to meet us at the gate.

Just as our tail came around the corner. Becky opened the gate. “get em” She said softly.

Boxy took off towards the girl. The sight of a big German Shepard running towards her. She froze. Boxy stopped in front of her. Sniffed her and ran back to us.

She stayed in that one spot. Me and Becky went up to her. “Are you following us?” I asked.

She just nodded.

“Did Kathleen tell you too?”

A soft no and a shake of her head.

“Then why did you follow us?” Becky asked.

Almost barely heard, “I am tired of Kathleen's crap. I've put up with it for 4 years. I would like to be friends.” She said.

I got the look of sure, From Becky. I gave her a slight nod. “Beware of Roman's baring gifts.” I quoted.

Becky knew that it meant watch for false friends. Something her mom had told her when she decided to transition.

“OK,” Becky said.

The girl smiled, “I am McKenzie.”

The three of us goofed around outside, as it was still a nice day. Becky had told McKenzie that she was only aloud one friend inside at a time. We still didn't trust our new friend. As always me and Becky made sure we never said anything about us being anything but real girls.

McKenzie headed home about 15 minutes before I headed home too. I arrived just as Aunt Carman had opened the garage to park her car.

“Hi, Sweetie. How was your first day at school?” She asked as we walked in the house.

“OK, I guess.” I said as school ain't a big deal.

“OK, Who is your teacher? Did you meet any new friends? Any cute boys?”

“Aunt Carman, I don't like boys. My teacher is Miss. Sanders it is her first year. I did meet a couple new girls. One is just like me and Becky.

“OH, A pain in the behind.”

“Humph,” I said folding my arms across my chest.

She giggled. “Can't handle the truth huh.”

“Jeeze Aunt Carman.”

“OK, Honey. Is she transgender.”

“Uh, Huh. She just came out last year. It has been hard on her.”

“I bet, I remember when Tabbie came out. It was tough on her, too”

“My friend is doing her best. Her name is Kaylyn. We ride the same bus.”

“Oh, that is nice.”

“there is two transgender girls in our school. Kaylyn is one, don't know the other.

“What about Becky?”

“She is keeping it to herself just as I am. They think we are just normal girls.”

“Good,” She said as she went to change out of her work clothes into something more comfortable and started dinner. Tabatha came in from work.

It was just about the same for the next 2 years until I finished elementary school. I had a few close calls. But everyone still thinks I am a girl. I started in band I play the trombone. I am actually pretty good. I have also started calling Aunt Carman, Mom. It just seems right to do it. As she is my mom now. Mom has started teaching me to shoot. I am good at it. I have won some target shoots.

I compete in the single action shooting society. Where you dress up in old west costumes. You have 2 pistols, a rifle and a shot gun. I have a old time school girl dress. I usually put my hair in pig tails. My hair is down to the middle of my back, now. All the people in my local club are like family, to me.

Just before the end of 6th grade I started getting some pain in my chest. Mom says I am starting to develop. As I have started female hormones as well as my blockers. Me and Becky are the best of friends. So is Kaylyn and McKenzie. I am actually popular in school.

Junior High was a little different. Being that I am in band class. I don't have to take gym. So I don't have to worry about being found out as still having boy parts. A side from Becky and her family, Mom, and my doctors, very few know I am transgender. I have told Kaylyn that I am like her. Of course she was over joyed. I am not sure if Becky has told her that she is transgender too. That is up to her.

Kaylyn has said that she is taking gym. The school has OKed her to take it. I will wait till I learn how Kaylyn is doing it. Maybe I'll take it next semester or next year.

Well we don't have to worry about Kathleen and her friends. Her dad was transferred between our fifth and sixth grade. Her friends have moved on. Most all are mine, Kaylyns and Becky's friends now.

I ran into others like Kathleen in JR High, but I have my friends. I am getting better on my trombone. I have gotten first chair. I was so excited when I did.

By the end of 8th grade. I had developed almost a b cup. My body has began getting curvy. I get asked out at least once a week. While I appreciate the males. I still like a beautiful girl.

I have also gotten quite good a shooting. I have won quite a few Junior classes in our local area. When I started I had to pick out an alias so I came up with Pistol Packing Polly. Some call me 3P. It is all fun. I can't wait till I move up to the adult class. I think I can beat most of the other members. I think. We do have some world class shooters. I try to practice as much as possible. We have a gun store about 2 miles from our house, where they have a range. I go there at least once a week. Rodney is the owner, he is also a club member.

He keeps my guns there for me to use. I keep my range box there, it has both pistols, my rifle and my shotgun in it. Plus my ammo, cleaning supplies. Since I am just moved to the teen class. I turned 13 I don't have to buy other guns. In Buckarett you can use .22 cal and smaller gauge shotguns. I chose to go with .357 for my pistols and rifle and 12 gauge for my shotgun. It was rough on my small body, I had bruises and sore muscles for about 5 months.

Mrs. O'fallon my 6th grade teacher saw my bruises when I wore a tank top to school. She had thought I was getting abused at home. I had to repeatedly tell her that I am shooting Cowboy action and it is just from the rifle and shotgun. I even had the club president confirm it. Also playing the trombone didn't help working the slide was painful.

The summer between 8th and 9th grade. Mom surprised me by taking me to a national SASS shoot. She took me to Cheyenne Wyoming. For Hell on Wheels. We really lived it up. Great hotel with a pool, and everyone at the event was so nice. Mom had gotten me 2 new period school girl dresses for the event.

I was a 4 day even so I was able to change my look some each day. Even one day someone called me Laura Ingalls as I had worn a blue gingham dress and my long hair was braided down my back. Doing a search I kinda did look like her. Good that I had picked a dress for my costume, I liked the cool breeze I got. My dresses were a median weight cotton and the weather was hot. Light cotton panties helped.

I wound up placing 3rd place in my class. Beating some other girls that were really good. I actually made a few friends too. Both boys and girls. I did place 1st in my first Quigley shoot. Something they do when the range has some size. A guy heads out on a 4 wheeler. With a standard metal bucket, He counts down. He stops when he hits zero and drops the bucket. Using a Quigley rolling block rifle. One of our club members let me use his. You have to hit the bucket. You use open iron sights. Trying to hit something you can barely see is hard. I hit it the most, 6 out of 10 rounds shot. It takes a lot of skill. I saw highly experienced shooters not even hit it once.

People who saw me shoot says I have the gift. Calm, cool and collected mom says.

She said, “Sarah, if you were a real girl. You would make a fantastic military sniper.”

On the drive home, we talked about starting to do some long range competition shooting. Mom had done it while trying out for the Seals. Once home she taught me all she knew about long range target acquisition.

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