Ok, here's part two of Fate Sucks.
Just so everyone knows, I've changed the year. Instead of being 2007, it's now 2008. Nothing else changes, so just move everything ahead by a year, and it's golden.
The reason for this is to help Estelle fit into canon better. With the Fall 2007 term starting soon, throwing Estelle into Poe would be awkward. So yeah, I'm changing all the old dates, and a few minor details, not much though.

As usual this is fanfiction, I didn't create or work on Whateley, I'm just using their sandbox.

Whateley
Late May 2008

Evelyn Young, more famously known as Prairie Sun walked into Schuster Hall and with her exemplar memory, could remember all the times she'd been there when she'd been a student in the early eighties. Most of those memories were good, but a few were embarrassing like when she'd been caught making out, mostly naked with a shapeshifter who had made himself look like Sean Penn, before the actor got old and ugly.

Making her way up to administration, she smiled at the children she saw, wondering if they were worried about the combat challenges, exams and going back home for the summer. A few looked pale and nervous, she wanted to ask them what was wrong, but it would probably scare them more, and she had an appointment to keep.

Upon reaching the busy office, she headed over to Elaine's desk. Ms. Carson's assistant looked up and gave her a friendly smile, that Evelyn was happy to return. “Hi Elaine, is Ms. Carson ready for our meeting?”

“If you could just wait two minutes, she's dealing with some unexpected business. How are things back in Edmonton?” Elaine asked, seemingly happy to put aside her work for a few minutes.

“Hectic,” she said with a sigh. “We're finishing up a documentary on the life of a superhero family, finding a ghost writer for a book, and just captured a shifter who was robbing stores blind by pretending to be the owner. What's been happening here? I haven't had much chance to even catch my breath these last few months, so I haven't heard the latest gossip.”

As the two friends caught up on things, none of which was very good on either side, Elaine's phone buzzed. “She's ready for you now, Evelyn. We should get some lunch if you're still here tomorrow.”

“It's a date,” she said.

In the office, Ms. Carson greeted her with a hug at the door. “Evelyn, it's so good to see you.”

“I should be thanking you for seeing me on such short notice.”

“Two weeks is hardly short notice. I'd love it if even a quarter of my meetings were planned that far in advance. This is about Estelle I presume?” Ms. Carson asked, getting down to business.

“Yes, but she's... he's going by Ellison as soon as he finishes the term. There have been some complications.” She briefly thought about being outed by insane cultists who tried to use her daughter to bring their god to Earth, nearly killing not only her child, but her and her husband, which had destroyed their secret identities, and made any hope of keeping Estelle's unwanted sex change a secret a pipe dream.

Carson nodded in sympathy. “I've been keeping an eye on that, I'm glad things have largely worked out for you.”

“Yes, for the most part. My husband said that you had a group for changelings, and that Estelle would most likely join it when she, he, came to Whateley. I'm right in assuming that's a secret right?”

Carson nodded again.

Evelyn continued after taking a moment to get herself prepared for the next part. “This summer a documentary is coming out in Canada about my family. Estelle is coming out in it. We've all been photographed and analyzed by so many people, there's no way to keep her transition a secret without remaking her whole identity and Estelle won't let that happen. So we're meeting it head on, to control the message as best we can.”

Ms. Carson, leaned back in her chair. “That complicates things, and not just about the changeling group. Do you think she needs the support, or will she be able to handle things on her own?”

“I'd like her to be with the other changelings if possible. I'd also like you to consider another student to join, Dakota Morgan, another changeling.”

“We generally like to keep Changelings who aren't discovered a secret, if possible. Some of the other students can be quite bigoted.”

“Yet you have Ayla Goodkind, an open hermaphrodite in Poe, I don't see how Estelle's case is different.,” Evelyn countered. She reminded herself to never play cards with Ms. Carson, the woman hadn't even blinked at the name.

“What about Poe?”

“Amanda Rozic told us about it in April when she found out that Estelle was changing into a boy. Since her own daughter used to be a boy, she decided to tell us about it,” she explained.

“I would have preferred she hadn't, but since I've been invited to her and Herb's wedding, I guess I should have expected it," she said with a sigh. We have had other students change their sex through accidents on campus, they have done quite well on their own.”

“Yes, but they had a chance to make friends and join groups, Estelle will be a brand new freshman, who only has one or two friends on campus, and a few who will back her up if necessary. But all of them are at least a year ahead of her, and her friends are girls. In his cottage and classes, he will be alone, and starting with a black mark against him,” she explained. “Also even though her injuries accelerated her changes, she will still have breasts when school starts, and a very small penis. In the public showers, that's going to be a definite drawback.”

Carson gave it some thought. “If he were in Melville-”

“I don't want my child in Melville, or anywhere near the Alpha's,” Evelyn interrupted.

“I can understand your concerns about the Alpha's, but under Kodiak they have turned around and are now-”

“Ms. Carson,” she interrupted again, “I understand that they have changed, my children have told me about it. But after what Freya and Sebastiano turned them into, I'm not going to trust that a single year has transformed them. If you had had Sebastiano arrested I might feel differently.”

“He had nothing to do with enslaving Cavalier or Skybolt, I could not expel a student for actions they did not have any knowledge of,” Carson said, her voice becoming icy.

Evelyn clenched her fists, and bit her tongue. When news of what had happened reached her, she'd called up Carson personally and demanded to know as an alumni and a sponsor, however minor, why the boy hadn't been expelled, it was the only time she had ever shouted at the headmistress and she wasn't proud of herself for it. “I'm sorry about bringing that up again. If you want Estelle in Twain or Emerson, I'll understand, and since this is your school which you have run successfully since I was a student here, I'll accept it. But I do not want my child in Melville.”

“All right, Melville is out. Let's discuss our other options a little more,” Ms. Carson said, her voice lightening slightly.

**
Edmonton, Alberta

“Why aren't you coming back next term, Estelle?” my best friend, Faith, asked me.

We were in my dorm at Joan Everest School for Girls, and everyone was busy finishing up the last of their exams, and getting ready to go home for the summer. Out of all of my friends I was the only one who wouldn't be coming back.

“Can you keep a secret for a few days?” I asked. I trusted her enough that I was certain she could at least until I was gone, she'd stuck by me after finding out I was a mutant and everything else.

“Yeah, of course.”

“The reason I got a separate dorm this term is that my mutation is turning me into a boy,” I whispered.

Her face paled. “You mean you have a-a penis?” she gasped.

“Not yet, but by the middle of summer I'll have the start of one. I really don't want to be a boy, but there's nothing I can do to change it. So I can't come back.” I looked her shyly in the eyes. “Can we still be friends.”

“But how can you be turning into a boy, you still have breasts and hips and things?”

I went to my dresser and pulled out the silicone breast forms, I'd been using since late February. “Mom had to get me a bunch of these. I'm actually an A-cup now. She didn't even know about them at first, so Dad went to a gay bar and asked one of the drag queens who was singing there for advice. And why do you think I'm wearing layers so much? It hides my body.”

“Oh god, that sucks,” Faith said, hugging me.

“Tell me about it,” I muttered. “Why do you think I was so unhappy in November and December? It wasn't just because I was nearly sacrificed to a blood god.”

“What are you going to do? Will you like girls?”

“I'm going to a very private school where they have a handful of students like me. And I'm going to go as a boy and try not to fight it too much,” I admitted. “And I don't know. I think I will, other mutants who've had this happen usually start liking their original sex, but right now I still like boys.”

She gave a little shudder, but kept hugging me. “So are you going to be all big and muscular?”

“I don't know. My doctor said I could maybe influence my appearance, so I had this picture done up and I'm meditating to make myself fit it.” I went back to my drawer and pulled out a realistic drawing of a slim teenage guy, who was maybe a little too feminine, but wouldn't be mistaken for a girl, he was a little tall, with great hair, long fingers, no facial hair, had a nice six pack, and was muscular without being freakishly big.

“That looks like a pop star,” Faith commented after looking it over for a while.

“Yeah, I like pop stars, so I took the best features of all of them.”

“This is creepy,” she said.

“Try living it. Hey your sex is changing, and you're a mutant. Now lets throw cultists and demons at you. Oh you survived that, ok, how about we out you and your family to the whole entire world? Having fun yet?”

Beetle, my cat familiar jumped up onto my lap and began purring trying to cheer me up. I lifted my left hand up and away from him so that his fur wouldn't get onto the cap that covered where my fingers and most of my thumb used to be. My cybernetic fingers and the glove that held them were sitting in a specially made cleaning solution, and I had a towel wet with the same stuff on my hand. I'd lost my fingers when my Dad, the hero Fly By, had set off a grenade right next to my hand to save me from being possessed by a demon. It was hard to fault him for that, since the demon had almost reached my head and heart, and he'd lost his entire right hand in the process.

“Hi Beetle,” Faith said, scratching the dark red demon cat on the head.

My cat purred even more loudly and it slowly faded from view until only it's head remained visible, which meant that it was happy and relaxed. It was really freaky to watch and Tammy another friend, had called him a Cheshire cat.

“Did you happen to find a phone in your room today? Margaret lost hers, and since she called you a freak yesterday, well...” Faith said looking at Beetle.

Grabbing my thieving feline by the scruff of his neck, using my gloved right hand, I let him know I wasn't happy. “Did you steal her phone?”

Beetle meowed once, I dropped him on the floor and glared at him while he crawled under the bed and came out a minute later with an I-phone in his mouth. I looked it over to make sure there weren't any scratches on it, for the first month after he latched onto me, he had a bad habit of destroying things that belonged to people who had upset me. I'd literally had to beat the habit out of him. The fact that unlike a lot of familiars, my cat was an actual demon, which did not make my Mom happy, gave him a very skewed sense of what was right and wrong. Fortunately the phone was ok, just a little wet from slobber. Wiping it off I handed it to Faith, “Can you leave that somewhere she'll see it so I'm not yelled at, again?”

“Yeah sure,” she said, pocketing it. “So what can you tell me about this school?”

“Not much actually, they really like their privacy, and I'm hoping I can get there without having a news crew in my face. But it's a lot like this place,” I lied. “What are you doing for the summer? You're parents still taking you to France?”