Ninth grade was difficult as I had to take gym. But I had Kaylyn in my class. With everyone knowing she was transgender. None of the other girls would take a locker by her. I did, kind of prove everyone wrong. That a girl is a girl no matter what is in her panties.

During my 9th grade year I filled out to almost a c cup. If I say so myself I was hot. I did go out to the school dances with some boys. I did have a couple of boyfriends nothing serious I am only 15. Even when I went steady with them I never even let them get a base. Kissing is as far as I went.

I did break one boys finger when he reached for my boob. I grabbed his index finger and snapped it. It was a lesson that was known school wide. Mark wound up telling his parents that he caught it on the stair railings after dropping me off.

I was in the marching band and the pep band. All though high school. I became good at math as with long range shooting you have to do calculations on the fly. I became the best Jr. in Long Range shooting in the state of Ohio. I attended some big matches. Sometimes I would even out score some adults. I actually did it with a some what factory Remington 700 Only thing I did was install a custom trigger. Most other competitors thought I had this tricked out rifle to shoot as I do. Nope.

Me and Becky stayed best of friends. It was hard when it came to our senior year. Looking at collages. We vowed to stay in touch if we went to separate schools. Both me and Becky maintained a 4.0 GPA since elementary school. I was over joyed at Becky being valedictorian of our class. I was actually salutatorian.

Both me and Becky wrote our speeches together. We both discussed if we should come out to the whole school. We decided against it. On the day of graduation we both wore pretty dresses under our gowns. We did the walk accepting our diploma. We then joined all the VIPs on the stage.

Of course, Becky was the first to do her speech. Then it was my turn. While I have done solo's on the trombone. I never really liked speaking in public. But muddled through my speech as well. Both of us mentioned, transgender and acceptance in our speeches. We had both seen the key note speaker when we got to the stage. A very beautiful woman.

We both wondered, What she was going to say. Only thing the program said was Cassidy March a former student. She must have gone on to do something great. We will soon find out.

After we did our speeches. The principal spoke then the president of the school board. Then Miss March.

She began telling a story of what she was doing in life then spoke of her past. It turns out she is also transgender. Star forward of our basketball team, and the pitcher of our state champion baseball team. How she never felt like a boy. Even doing the macho things to fend off the girly feelings.

The speech was quite heartfelt. It hit me that while my transition was to save my life. I realized that it was the best thing that I ever did. I would never go back to being a boy. Me and Becky returned to our seats for the final phase of graduation. Once we graduated. We got together with Mom, Tabatha, Becky's parents, and also Kaylyns. We went out. After we ordered, Mom told of the tragic happenings that caused me to be in her care. Our life together. She slide a wrapped box over to me. But I couldn't open it till after we ate.

It almost killed me to wait until everyone was finished.

“OK, You can open it now.” Mom said.

I didn't hesitate ripping off the wrapping paper. Opening the box, there was another wrapped box. Then again another wrapped box. I counted 6 boxes until I came to a small box. Opening it, inside was a set of keys with a Mustang remote.

“Your giving me your Mustang?” I asked.

“Why would I do that, she is my baby you should know that. That is your own Mustang.”

“My own, really?”

Mom nodded. “You earned it.”

“Can we go I can't wait to see it.” I pleaded.

“Why?” She teased.

“I want to see my new car?”

“Don't have to go home for that. It's outside.” She grinned.

“I... a....wa....” I jumped up and ran outside. Kaylyn and Becky were right behind me.

Standing by the front doors. I looked around but saw no Mustang. So did my best friends. No sign of the car. Looking at the remote. It had a red horn button on it. A panic button. I pressed it. I heard faint honking. Then Kaylyn saw lights flashing from the far corner of the parking lot.

“There it is.” She pointed.

All three of us took off in a dead run.

Oh, my god. I finally saw it. Bright blue with the white skunk stripes. Mustang GT. 2009 GT 5 speed manual. It was way cool. Getting in behind the wheel. Of course I had to move the seat up. Mom is a little taller than I am. I am 5'5 in my bare feet while Mom is 5'8. I still look like a kid. Even though I am 18 I can still wear clothes that I wore when I was 13.

My body didn't mature like the other girls. I couldn't be the blockers and hormones. As both Becky and Kaylyn were taking them too. The Dr. says I just haven't matured yet. I don't know how many times I have been pulled over when I was driving Mom's Taurus. The Cops thinking I was under age. Once a cop thinking my license was fake wanted to take me in. Luckily Becky's dad came by and vouched for me.

I still haven't decided what I wanted to do with my life. Me and Becky were accepted at Ohio State. I was an undeclared major, taking my needed classes. While Becky majored in communication. She wanted to be a TV news reporter. She had the looks and talent for it. All different majors went through my head.

I decided to at last, major in Music education. Maybe teach band, mold young minds. Then the Christmas break of our junior year. I was at Becky's house for a family Christmas party.

I was talking to Becky's dad. “Yeah, I finally decided to major in music education.” I told him.

“Sarah,” He started. “It doesn't sound like your heart is in that decision.”

“Well I got to the point that I had to declare a major. Being I love playing. I thought it would be a rewarding career. I can't think of anything else to major in. They don't have a degree program in long range target shooting. Sorry to say.”

“Honey, I do know of a school where you can specialize in that subject.”

“Dad, you know with my condition that I cannot join the military, at the moment. Don't know if they would take me even after I have SRS.”

“Not the military, honey. And I do know this place does take transgender people.”

“I give, What place is it. I just may want to transfer there.”

“The FBI”

“Being an agent like you?”

“There are different jobs in the FBI just like other places. You would have to attend the academy like all agents do. Then go into your specialty.”

“Would I be able to go into the FBI?” I asked truly being interested.

“With your academics and a recommendation letter from a field supervisor. Yeah, you would be able to join.”

“You would do that from me?”

“Sure, you are my other daughter, are you not?”

“I sure am Dad.” I gave him a hug.

The time between Christmas and New Years, Dad wrote the recommendation letter, I filled out the application. Which was 14 pages.

By the time mid terms rolled around. I had heard from some of my friends. They had a personal interview with a FBI agent about me. I have had three myself, each one being with someone higher up. Once Me and Becky returned from spring break at Daytona beach. I had a registered letter waiting at the campus post office.

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