I took a deep breath before walking into the locker room. I was nervous, but I could do it. I hoped...

I'd actually gotten about a dozen feet inside before the yells started. I ignored them and headed on over to the cage to get a basket.

I'd almost made it when this huge guy blocked my path.

"Aren't you a little confused girlie? This is the boys locker room."

I looked up at him and said "Yeah, I know."

He obviously hadn't expected that response. Some other guys were making comments about "Maybe it's a dare or something?" when we were joined by Coach Adams.

"What's going on?" he demanded. Then as I turned, he recognized me. "Oh, it's you. I didn't think you had gym until next period."

I shrugged. "They had a problem with one of my other classes and changed my schedule,"

He sighed. "OK, I'll deal with it. You're sure you want to do this?"

I shrugged again. "It's not like I can use the other locker room. And I'm not going with the 'medical excuse' bit."

He looked unhappy, but nodded. Then he looked around at the audience that had gathered.

I looked at them too. Then back at the coach. "Look, just do it like we talked about, OK?"

He gave a "are you sure?" look and I nodded.

With a "it's your funeral" look, he turned back to the crowd.

"Listen up! We've got a bit of an unusual situation this year. Mister Howe here has a medical condition. As you may have noticed, he's got breasts."

There were a lot of muttered comments and a few not so quiet ones.

"Yes, He."

As they continued expressing disbelief, I thought "The hell with it", and stepped over to a vacant spot at one of the benches and dropped my pack. Then I pulled down my pants and underwear and faced them. I didn't have a huge cock or balls, but they were definitely unmistakable when I turned around.

"There! Are you guys satisfied that I'm a guy now?"

Things had obviously departed from the coach's script. He tried to salvage something.

"Akers! Go get Howe a basket. Now!"

The big guy who'd stopped me shook himself and went over to the cage. I just continued undressing. By the time he got back with the basket I was taking off my bra.

He goggled a bit at my boobs. They're a nice size, C or B cup depending on the bra.

I stopped and glanced around at all the guys who were (as I'd expected) staring. I stood up straight and threw my shoulders back a bit. Then I turned slowly.

"OK, everybody get a good look? Great. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta dress out."

I turned back to the bench and hung up my clothes on the hooks under the shelf.

Then I dug into my pack and pulled out my PE uniform. That'd been the subject of some negotiation, though not nearly as much as which locker room I'd use had been.

I quickly pulled on a jock, then a dark blue sports bra (to match the colors of the boys PE uniform). Shorts & shirt followed. And with the loose shirt on, I was no longer of that much interest.

It only took a couple more minutes to get my athletic socks and my sneakers on. Dressed out, I turned and stuffed my pack on the shelf above the bench.

I was expecting something to happen and it did. Somebody reached out as I went by and tried to cop a feel. Since I'd already discussed it with the coaches before school started, I wasn't worried about getting in trouble when I grabbed his hand and put him in an armlock.

"No groping! Got it?"

He was looking upset when the coach (who hadn't left the locker room) spoke up.

"What he said. No groping. You'd get upset if any of the gay guys tried groping you. And don't try to pretend there aren't any here."

I chimed in, "You can go ahead and look. Just try not to drool, OK? Hell, if I've got time and you ask I might even pose. But look, I'm just a guy with something extra. I didn't ask for them and they can be a nuisance sometimes. But they're part of me, OK?"

That seemed to settle everybody for a bit and we got out into the gym without any more problems for the time being. I was sure there'd be more, but I'd just have to deal with them as they came.

---

I suppose I should explain what's going on. I'm Morgan Howe, and I'm a guy. Mostly.

I don't claim to be normal. I'm a bit of a nerd and suffered for it a bit in grade school. At least until my folks enrolled me in some self defense classes. I'm not great, but good enough to deal with the usual bullying. Mostly by avoiding or defusing things, Sensei would kick my ass if I picked fights. Ending them is fine. Starting them, not good.

Anyway, things were fine until last year. Puberty had started to hit. My voice didn't break but I did start growing hair. And my junk was getting bigger. But about the time I noticed changes down there, I seemed to be putting on some weight up top.

The first real clue that something was wrong was when I got nailed in the chest during a sparring match and wound up curled into a ball on the floor. Something was obviously wrong, so I got to see our doctor.

She said that some fat buildup on the chest wasn't uncommon in guys during puberty, but the very tender "lumps" under it weren't. It was one of those I'd gotten nailed on.

After some checking, and some very strange tests, the doctors determined that even though I was a guy, I was growing breasts just like a girl. Some weird genetic thing. Apparently, some stuff in my body reacts to testosterone as if it was estrogen. The breasts are the big thing.

There are a few others though. My hips seem to be going somewhat female, though it's a bit early to tell on that (and both mom and my grandmothers had fairly narrow hips anyway). Looks like I'm getting female body hair patterns though.

They suggested surgery to deal with the breasts, but nobody is real thrilled with that. Especially since they are still growing.

And then there's the other thing. Once I got over the "my body is being freaky" thing, I actually wasn't that bothered. Truth to tell, I was more worried about how people would react to me than I was about the changes themselves.

I had to have a bit of a talk with the folks about that. I'd been getting into my sister's clothes for ages. When we were smaller, it was partly her using me as a big doll. But I kinda liked them.

I'm not one of those guys who thinks he should have been a girl. Dressing up was fun, and I liked it. But I was OK with my body.

When we got older, sis let me have some of her older clothes. Mom & dad didn't realize for a while, but when they did finally catch me, after discussing it with us, and ensuring that I hadn't been swiping Sally's stuff, they decided it was weird, but tolerable.

Yes, my folks are like that. They were considered weird growing up, and many folks would still say they're kinda strange. SF fans, SCA, and other odd hobbies tend to get you looked at that way.

But as kids growing up, it meant that we got allowed to try a lot of stuff. So my crossdressing was treated more as a "be careful about outsiders" than some horrible perversion.

So they kind of understood why I didn't consider growing breasts to be the end of the world. Though they did ask some pointed questions to see if I'd been taking something to grow them. I'm not sure they were 100% certain I hadn't been until the medical tests came back.

The real problem was that since the tests indicated that I'd still be a functional male, and I didn't want to change that, there were going to be problems.

Fortunately, it'd been fairly late in the school year when this started, and I was able to make it through the end of the school year without being too noticeable. A medical excuse for the last month got me out of PE.

But that wasn't a long term solution. I was going to have to deal with locker rooms in the future, so there wasn't a lot of point to continuing with the medical excuse thing. But by the start of the next school year, there was no way I was going to be able to hide things.

So we started a long round of discussions with the school. Fortunately the state & local laws about discrimination helped. They definitely couldn't just say that I couldn't attend. On the other hand, as far as the laws were concerned, I could not use female locker rooms as long as I had male genitals (oddly, I can use female dressing rooms at stores and female bathrooms as long as I'm presenting myself as female.).

The possibility of finding a room I could change in separately was considered, but showers were going to be a problem, regardless. So we wound up with me using the boys locker room and hoping for the best.

Fortunately, I'm not that body shy. So getting looked at wasn't going to be a problem. Getting groped or worse was a possibility. Even if I can defend myself, fighting is frowned on.

Heck, we'd had to argue a lot to let me do things like that armlock without running afoul of the "no tolerance" policies on fighting.

So, anyway, that's how I wound up here.

---

I got through the class OK. Probably because being the first day they were starting things out easy. I figured the real problems were going to be when we got to stuff like football and wrestling.

Anyway, there was a lot of standing around between some fitness tests and the like.

A few girls wandered over to talk to me, because they recognized me from other classes and were wondering why I was with the boys (having an androgynous name has been a blessing at times, but right now it's not).

I went for honesty and explained the situation. Got a mix of sympathy and shock. Oh well, I never thought this was going to be easy.

Guys wandered over too, asking some questions. Mostly about why I hadn't gotten rid of them (I gave excuses about gotta wait, and not liking major surgery). A few were curious. And I think a couple of those were considering hitting on me.

And there were a few "you some kind of queer?" encounters. Which got a "Right. I'm queer so I grew breasts to look more like a girl? Get real." response.

Of course, the one thing I know I'm going to get really tired of repeating is "No, I didn't do this on purpose. It's some weird genetic thing."

At last it was time for showers. Oh joy.

As had been prearranged, I waited until there were two coaches in the locker room before I headed into the showers. Slick floors are no place to try fancy moves, so I was most at risk there.

As expected, I had a lot of eyes on me. So I looked around and posed for a moment before going "OK, I really have to shower now."

That got most of them to go away. I just tried my best to get clean without looking too much like a show. Looking at a few of the guys, I had to "accidentally" pinch a nipple to distract myself.

Damn. I really am bi. Not gonna make things easier.

---

I may or may not continue this. Depends on my muse. Who is being a pain.

My muse has been kind. More of Morgan's first day in High School.

---

The rest of the day I got more odd looks and the occasional question from other kids. Obviously word was spreading.

It was mostly girls with the questions. And I was indeed getting tired of the same ones over and over.

The looks seemed fairly evenly split between guys and gals, though more of the guys tended to have the looks that implied trouble in the future.

A few of the girls seemed to figure I was ok, in spite of my oddity. At least they were willing to talk to me in spite of it. One was in several of my classes. Christine (call me Chris) Watt. We'd gotten to talking in the first one we shared and had compared schedules.

She came up to me in the hall as we approached English class (which I knew we shared).

"So, I hear you're a guy?"

I shrugged.

"Yep. That a problem?"

She thought for a moment as we looked for seats in the classroom.

"Let's grab these two." She pointed at a pair of empty seats next to each other off to one side of the room. I followed her over.

After we sat down she looked over at me.

"No. It's a bit different from what I expected, but I guess I'm OK with it."

She suddenly snickered and I looked a question at her.

"Sorry, I was thinking that I'd have to change my plans. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go over to the mall and check out some stores with me, and then maybe hang at my place."

I glanced around and noticed that nobody else was sitting close to us yet. I quietly replied "You don't have to change your plans unless you'd rather not have me with you."

She looked surprised.

"Hey, I like shopping for clothes. And do you think any guy would pass up a chance to hang out with you?" I joked.

Chris started to say something then stopped and looked at me funny.

"That's a girls top you're wearing isn't it?" she said quietly.

"Guilty as charged. Guy stuff doesn't fit very well unless I go for really baggy."

We had to quit talking then as the teacher called roll. After that there was the usual "what you'll be learning this semester" stuff and signing out our textbooks. Finally she gave us a reading assignment and like most of the first day classes had, left us to our own devices while she dealt with some paperwork.

Chris and I weren't the only ones carrying on quiet conversations then.

"So you're serious about wanting to go check out the stores?"

"Sure, you never know when you might find a cute outfit. Or some nice accessories. And trying stuff on is fun."

"I thought you said you were a guy!"

"I am. Let's just say I'm dressing down so I'll have less trouble until folks get used to me."

"O-kay. But won't there be problems in the stores?"

"Nope. As long as I look fairly girly, the law says I can use the changing rooms. Heck, I can use the bathrooms. Just not locker rooms."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. We had to go through all that when we found out I was gonna look more girl than guy."

I slipped her one of the copies of the laws that I had in case anybody tried to argue things. A pain, but better safe than sorry.

We agreed to meet get together after 7th period.

I knew that after school would be the real test. That's when I expected that somebody would start something. Hopefully I could keep Chris out of it.

We had 7th period together too, so we left the class and I stopped for a minute.

"I think it's time for a bit of misdirection. Come on."

With that I led her to a nearby bathroom. She squeaked a bit as I headed in, but followed. Yes, it was a girls bathroom. That's what I used unless I was dressing to emphasize being male. Which I hadn't today. I'd gone for more of an androgynous look and not tried to hide my breasts.

Fortunately, the bathroom was empty. While I used one of the stalls, I heard Chris talking on her phone.

I was busy digging things out of my pack. I switched tops, and swapped my slacks for a pair of tights. I got my shoes and socks back on, then fastened a short skirt.

When I stepped out of the stall to do my makeup I heard a gasp from Chris.

I did a twirl.

"You like?"

It was quite an outfit. But it was also something I could move easily in.

Skintight black top with sleeves down to my wrists. Leaving no doubt about my breasts. Black tights. (hey, I've got great legs) black ankle socks and my black canvas shoes. The kind with the crepe soles. They give great traction. Good for running or fighting.

Oh yes, the skirt? Bright red.

As Chris stared, I used the mirror to apply a really bold makeup job. I definitely didn't look like a guy. More importantly, I didn't look much like I'd looked all day at school.

Just for the hell of it, I put on some jewelry. Earrings, a pendant and some bracelets.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked a stunned Chris.

"Oh. My. God. I can't believe that's you."

"Well, it is. Think anybody will recognize me?"

That snapped her out of it a bit.

"Maybe, Probably not though." She paused and eyed me again. "Damn, I think I'm jealous. You look better than I do."

"I seriously doubt that." I tried to leer at her but she just laughed.

I took off the jewelry, explaining "Just in case I do get recognized, I don't want to risk getting any of it grabbed in a fight."

We headed out. First we hit her locker. Then we hit mine.

And that's where my planning failed.

I should have hit it before changing. We later figured out that somebody had seen me at it earlier, and been waiting. Worse, they were bright enough to hang back when they saw the very different me getting my books from it.

First thing I realized was when we got outside. We were just at the edge of school property when I heard running feet and someone yell, "Get the faggot!"

I tossed my pack to one side and spun around to face the attackers.

There were three of them. I managed to feint and draw one out of position and nail him as I stepped past his rush. I heard the sound of blows off to the side but I couldn't spare the attention, I had to deal with another one who wasn't coming in as stupid as the first.

I'd blocked a few blows, and was trying to maneuver to get an opening when I heard more feet running up from behind.

"Oh great, I'm surrounded" was going through my mind just as a voice shouted "Police! Freeze!"

I kept an eye on my opponent just in case he did something stupid. Luckily, he wasn't that dumb.

"OK, young lady, you can step away from him." said the voice.

I carefully stepped back and to the side so as to stay out of the line of fire if the cop had his gun out. In doing so I was able to turn to see the rest of the scene.

There were three cops. The guy I'd hit first was just getting up. With a cop watching him. And much to my surprise, the third attacker was curled up on the ground with Chris standing over him. An older cop was moving in on him.

The cops separated us, and cuffed all three of the attackers. I had to give a statement. So did Chris. I noticed that the two younger cops took our statements, and the older one just watched from off to the side.

I'd recognized one of the guys from my PE class. I guessed the other two were his buddies. He'd been one of the guys who thought I was queer.

After getting our statements the two younger cops loaded the three guys into the back of their car and drove off. I was picking up my pack when Chris and the older cop came over. Chris looked kinda nervous.

The cop said "You don't have to worry, we saw the whole thing. You probably won't even have to testify. You had some pretty nice moves. You kept yours busy long enough for us to get there and end things."

"Uh, thanks, I just hope the school won't come down on me and Chris for fighting."

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that. They aren't likely to do that to the police chief's daughter, so they can hardly do it to her friend, now can they?"

"Eep."

He grinned at me, "Especially when the chief saw the whole thing."

I just stared. Chris looked at him and went "Daaad!"

My life flashed before my eyes, The police chief's daughter. Eep.

I guess he could see that I was panicking.

"Easy, I don't have any problems with you being friends with Chris. We've had a couple of folks transition on the job here, so I'm kinda familiar with this sort of thing. Though from what I understand, you aren't exactly transitioning, are you?"

"Uh, nossir."

He smiled. "You don't have to call me sir." He held out his hand. "Andrew Watt"

I took it and replied, "Morgan. Morgan Howe."

"Well, Morgan, I've got to get back to work, but maybe we can talk later. Have Chris give you my number so you can call me if you think there's going to be trouble. You're lucky that Chris called me today."

With that he was off to his car.

Chris looked at me and said "Sorry, I called him because I was kinda worried that something like this might happen."

"It's OK, you were right. But how'd you manage to nail the huge guy.?"

She laughed, "What, you think my dad would let me run around without having to go through a self-defense class?"

We wound up talking about it as we headed off to the mall. Turned out we both went to the same dojo, just different classes.

As soon as we got to the mall, Chris dragged me into a bathroom and got me to put the jewelry back on. I decided it was probably safe enough there, so I went along.

She also did a few things with her makeup "in self defense" she claimed.

We spent a couple of hours prowling the stores and tried on quite a few things.

I realized it was getting on towards dinner time and pointed out I'd need to be heading home.

Chris suggested calling our parents and seeing if I could have dinner at her place. I wasn't sure about facing her dad again, but she talked me into it.

I'd already sent my folks a text letting them know there'd been a problem after school but everything was OK.

So after she checked with her mom to make sure it'd be OK, I called home and asked dad if I could have dinner with my new friend.

"Dad? A friend who's in a lot of my classes asked me to have dinner at her place..."

"Oh, you actually made a friend? And with a girl at that. Well, if it's OK with her folks. Just behave, OK?"

"Thanks dad, and I wouldn't dare misbehave."

"Oh?"

"Her dad is the chief of police.... "

That got a chuckle from dad. "I'm sure there's a story there. You can tell us about it when you get home. What about your homework?"

"We don't have much and since we share a lot of classes we're going to work on it together."

"Well, if you really do work on it, you don't have to be home until nine. Just be careful on the way home."

I knew what dad meant. The more I looked like a girl, the more careful I had to be if I was alone especially after dark.

We chatted a little more then Chris and I headed for her house. Turns out it was only a mile or so from my house and on the same bus line. That'd make getting home easier.

I mentioned that to Chris and suggested she come over to my place the next day.

Before we left the mall I used a bathroom to redo my makeup. I got rid of most of the jewelry too. When I was done I looked a lot more like a girl that a mother wouldn't mind her daughter being friends with.

Chris pouted. "Aww, I wanted to see what mom would do when she saw you!"

"I'd rather be able to visit you again. Shocking your mom isn't worth it."

---

 

"Mom, I'm home!" Chris shouted as she practically dragged me through the front door of her house.

"It's a good thing your father gets home late from work or you'd have missed dinner!" came a reply from another room.

Chris shot back, "It's not late if that's when he's scheduled to get off, mom." But she was smiling so I guessed this was some sort of family joke or something.

Her mother walked into the room about then.

"I assume this is Morgan?"

"Yes, ma'am. Morgan Howe."

I hesitated, then continued, "And, I should tell you. I'm a boy."

She smiled. "My husband had already told me when he called about that fight you two were in. But I'm glad you were honest enough to tell me."

Turning to Chris she said, "And yes, that means the usual rules about boys. If you go up to your room together, leave the door open."

"Mooom!"

Her mom just laughed. "What, you think I didn't notice how you were being so careful to not mention what sex Morgan was when you called me?"

I just grinned and said "Busted!" to Chris.

We did go up to her room and study.

Ok, we got out our books and talked a lot while she showed me her room. Much to my surprise it was a lot closer to my room than to my sister's room. As she told me about things I realized that she did a lot of stuff with her dad. I guess that explained the "guy" stuff.

Mind you, it was a lot girlier than my room. But she also had stuff I wouldn't have expected. like the pics of her holding up some fish she'd caught.

We were still discussing teachers more than the assignments when her dad got home. A few minutes later her mom stuck her head in the door.

"Girls, time for dinner."

As we started to get up, she looked at me and said "Sorry, Morgan..."

"It's ok, when I'm dressed this way, calling me a girl is fine. Just try not to do it when I'm in guy mode, ok?" I smiled to show there wasn't a problem.

Chris laughed. "If guy mode is what you were wearing at school today, you'd better expect to get mistaken for a girl a lot."

We were almost at the table by then. Chris's dad looked up.

"Oh, you weren't dressed that way at school? I'd wondered about that. I see you toned down the look since I saw you earlier too."

Chris's mom wanted to know about the look her dad had seen, they both wanted to know about what I'd been wearing in school. I promised to show them after dinner.

That didn't get me off the hook though. Everyone wanted to know more about my day at school. (Oh god, what were my parents going to be like when I got home?) And Chris's folks wanted to know about what we did after school.

That led to a raised eyebrow from Chris's mom.

"You were trying on clothes at the stores?"

"Uh, yes?"

Chris's dad broke in. "Relax, Anne, it's legal. It's just women's locker rooms and other places involving nudity that Morgan has to stay out of."

"Uh, yeah. That's right."

He shook his head. "We've had the laws for close to 10 years, and we still get calls every so often from idiots in mall security when some busybody complains."

He chuckled. "Don't tell anyone, but that's going to change rather drastically soon. One of the busybodies actually hung around after claiming that a 'man' was in the women's restroom. I happened to catch the call as I was going through Dispatch."

"Would you believe that she actually said she'd seen his penis? While he was in a stall?"

We all looked puzzled. I was kinda squicked by the thought of somebody trying to see what I had in a bathroom.

"So I had the operator tell her to wait there with mall security until we got there. When the officers arrived they arrested her as a peeping tom. The t-girl she'd accused was more than willing to press charges. Funny about that."

"Anyway, once that hits the news, I expect the nuisance calls about trans folks in bathrooms and dressing rooms are going to drop a lot."

Chris chimed in "Well, I don't think Morgan has to worry about that. Even in his underwear you can't tell..."

Anne gave Chris a look. "You've seen Morgan in her... I mean his, underwear?"

Oops. I tried to defend Chris.

"They're kinda short of changing rooms, especially in the afternoon. We sorta had to share a few times..."

Chris added "We both had our panties and bras on. It's not that different than bikinis, mom!"

Her mom started to say something then looked at Mr. Watt.

"I can see we're going to have to come up with some changes to the rules, dear."

"We'll discuss it later. But I don't think there's a problem with what they did."

He looked at Chris. "Just don't go any farther, young lady."

Then to me, "Steve says you're trustworthy, and I trust his judgement. Even so, anything the two of you do is going to get looked at under a magnifying glass until you become old news. Sorry, Morgan, but that's the way it is..."

Steve? Who was... Oh, yeah. Sensei Rogers first name was Steve.

Then I started to think about what he'd said. Urgh. He was probably right. My folks and I had figured there'd be some problems, but it hadn't sunk in that any friends would get dragged into things too. This could really suck.

"Chris, maybe I should stay away from you..."

She reached across the table to grab my hand.

"Morgan, I can take care of myself. And I'd feel awful if I left you to face all the jerks by yourself."

"But..."

"Look, doesn't Sensei say that it's better to have someone to watch your back if you are facing multiple opponents?"

I wanted to argue, but she was right. Still...

"Yeah, but he also says that people who haven't trained together get in each other's way."

"Well, there's a simple solution for that. We just have to train together!"

Her dad said something about needing to see how that'd fit with other things she did.

Thankfully, talk shifted to other things.

After dinner, we went back to Chris's room. I grabbed my pack and ducked into the bathroom. I decided I could leave the tights on but quickly swapped out the skirt and top for the slacks and blouse I'd worn at school.

A quick check in the mirror reminded me to remove the jewelry and makeup. A few minutes later I walked back downstairs to give Chris's folks the promised look at what I'd been wearing at school.

From the top of the stairs I called "I believe you've met Chris's girl friend Morgan..."

As I reached the bottom I finished "... I'm her boy friend Morgan."

Chris's mom looked a bit surprised. Her dad had this look on his face.

"Boyfriend, huh? I better get my shotgun..."

Mrs. Watt went "Andrew!" at the same time Chris went "Dad!".

I was about to freak when he winked at me.

He shrugged and said "Hey, I gotta try to intimidate boyfriends or they'll kick me out of the Fraternal Order of Fathers."

"Maybe I should rephrase that. Hi, I'm her male friend Morgan."

"Ah. That does make a difference," joked Mr Watt.

His wife commented, "You know, you really don't look all that 'male' even in those clothes."

"Well, I have a choice between wearing super baggy stuff, wearing stuff like this that fits, and binding my breasts. Not only is binding a royal pain, but the docs say that doing it long term damages the breast tissue. So that isn't really an option."

"Well, you don't seem to mind wearing girly stuff, so..."

"So why didn't I wear the other outfit at school? Simple. Wearing this I got stopped in the boys locker room. Can you imagine if I'd worn that skirt and top?"

Chris started snickering.

Her mother went "Boys locker room?"

"Yeah, I'm still legally a boy and no matter how I present, I have to use the boys locker room unless I want to have certain body parts I'd rather keep chopped off."

Mrs. Watt blinked. Then gave me an inquiring look.

"That must have been, um, 'interesting'. Walking into the locker room, I mean."

"Oh it was."

I proceeded to recap things from my entry into the locker room, until the end of the school day.

Mr. Watt pointed out what I'd done wrong in changing before going to my locker. Chris and I both did the face palm bit when we realized how I'd screwed up.

I went and changed back to the skirt and top, with the bolder makeup. Chris's mom gave me a look but didn't say anything.

Chris and I went back to her room to finish our homework. We actually got it done in spite of the time we spent talking about other things.

Chris was teasing me about showering with "all those hunks" in PE. I guess I blushed or something. She wanted details. And she was leaning in close so we could talk more quietly.

I suddenly found my panties very uncomfortable.

"Uh, Chris? Could we talk about something else? Please?"

"I'm not embarrassing you am I?"

"Err, no, but..."

Then she noticed the way I was squirming and the pained look on my face.

"Oh. OH!"

She pulled back and I dashed to the bathroom to "adjust" things. I wished I could do more than that, but not in her house!

We both blushed and had trouble looking at each other when I got back.

Fortunately(?) we were pretty much done with the homework, and it was getting time to leave. So I packed up my stuff and we said our goodbyes.

When I got downstairs, Mr. Watt offered me a ride home. Even though I suspected he wanted to talk to me about something, I still accepted. The buses after dark weren't the safest place in the world, and besides, if he wanted to talk to me, he'd probably find some other way if I avoided him this time.

Sure enough, once we were in the car he started talking.

"You seem to be a pretty good kid. I don't have a problem with you hanging around Chris. My wife has a couple of reservations about the way you look in the makeup you're wearing now."

I started to explain, but he stopped me.

"I know, you were trying to look as different as you could. That's actually not always a good idea. If you get too noticeable, people will take a second look. Or a third."

He paused. "Of course, with you getting caught out today, you might as well give up on trying camouflage."

I sighed, "Yeah, but I still need to work up to wearing stuff like this at school."

"Those idiots already know, and they'll spread it around fast enough. You might want to reconsider your plans."

I nodded.

"But getting back to you and Chris, Anne and I have decided that as long as the two of you are friends, you'll probably wind up needing to change around each other. So we're going to allow that as long as both of you keep your panties on. And if you're over at our place, that's the one time you two can be behind a closed door together, ok?"

I nodded again. They were being a lot more reasonable than I'd have expected.

"Also," his voice kind of trailed off like he was nervous or something, "if you and Chris wind up as more than just friends, we're ok with that. But if you do, the rules are going to have to change."

"If you were both girls, we wouldn't worry as much. But since you are still a guy, mostly, you could get her pregnant. That would not be a good thing."

His tone made it clear that this was something very much to be avoided.

We arrived at my house not long after that.

---

 

Yet another thrilling installment in the life of The Boy With Something Extra!

After introducing the chief to my folks, I ducked into my room to dump my stuff. I could hear him telling them his version of the events after school. Good. That meant I wouldn't have to go through it.

Ok, who was I kidding. Mom & dad would still want to hear my version.... But at least this way they'd be more likely to accept my version. Not that they didn't trust me, but hey, they were parents. They were always gonna be worried that I hadn't tried hard enough to avoid a confrontation.

When I came back to the living room, they seemed to be done with the attack. Good.

Mr. Watt turned towards me and said "You know, I could sign off on you carrying pepper spray given this afternoon's attack, if you want. My daughter carries it."

"Thanks for the offer, but it might be a bit too tempting to use it instead of trying to defuse things. Besides, someone at my last school got nailed in the face with some once. A supposed 'joke' by a jerk."

I shook my head.

"Didn't work out too well for the jerk. Y'see the guy he nailed wore glasses. And had bad allergies...."

Mr. Watt nodded. "And so he was used to dealing with teary eyes and milder burning. Plus the glasses kept most of it out of his eyes, right?"

"Yep. Just made him mad. Pity the jerk could outrun him."

"And that is why we tell new officers to not rely on pepper spray." He chuckled as he said it.

Mom spoke up. "Morgan, maybe you should carry it anyway. It's not just bigots you have to worry about. As pretty as you are and the way girls styles are, somebody might try to rape you if you are out at night...."

Dad and I just winced. That was one of the realities of being able to pass that neither of us liked to think about. We did, because we weren't stupid. And mom had given me the talk about what girls had to watch out for. Creepy and kinda sad. But it was the way the world worked, damn it.

After glancing at my folks, Mr. Watt nodded and said "Ok, I'll get the paperwork done tomorrow and get it run over to the school. You ought to be ok until the end of classes anyway. I'll have Chris take a spare spray with her tomorrow."

"Okay, I guess. I still don't want to use it."

"Well, that's good," quipped dad, "because we hope you never need to use it."

The chief spoke up again. "Pity you hurt your leg when those guys tried to jump you. Hopefully you won't need that cane for to long."

At my puzzled look, he pointed towards my purpleheart cane that was over by the door.

"But I ... Oh."

I could see dad get it about the same time I had. An excuse to carry the cane at school might be good. It was nice. Large head, thick shaft and textured for a good grip. It was more intended for hiking, but it'd made a good accessory for a few con outfits so I'd made a cover for the brass 'spike' on the end so it wouldn't ruin floors and being rubber it gave a decent grip on even smooth floors.

But besides being decorative, being purpleheart, it was a hard fairly dense stick. It'd work ok as a single-stick or even just a club. Best of all, I'd actually taken it to the dojo and practiced with it some, just in case.

Mom still looked a bit puzzled but I caught dad mouthing "later" at her.

Mr. Watt coughed. "I'm afraid there's one other thing you should consider. From talking with Morgan, I gather that the plan was to start out mostly stealth and slowly go more feminine until she could wear things like what she's wearing now?"

"Uh, yes. I take it you don't think that's a good idea?" asked mom.

"Oh, it was a fairly good idea. Unfortunately, Morgan getting spotted by those Neanderthals this afternoon has probably ruined any hope of stealth. I know their parents bailed them out just before I left work. But even with the warnings to keep away from Morgan, I think we can be pretty sure they've been spreading the word to everyone they know."

I sat down hard on one of the chairs. This was so not good.

Mr. Watt left a bit later to let us have a family discussion. He did mention that unless something came up, he'd have a couple of officers hanging around the school in the morning and when we got out.

My folks decided that they wanted to hear about my day before discussing things..

There wasn't much to describe until PE, and I've gone over that already. I didn't even edit that much in telling them. After all, when we lived closer to Portland we'd gone to the nude beaches nearby, and even ridden in the World Naked Bike Ride there every summer.

So it wasn't like they were surprised by my lack of modesty in the locker room.

I had a harder time telling them that after the shower, I thought I might be bi. I didn't think they'd be upset or anything, but even with parents like mine, it's hard to talk about your sex life.

After hearing the details about how I probably got spotted dad commented that I'd blown my cover. Neither he nor mom had much to say about the fight.

Mom did ask a few questions about what Chris and I had done at the mall.

After I finished, there was a long pause while they thought things over. Well, they exchanged a bunch of looks too. I'd love to know how that worked. I'd long ago figured that they were communicating stuff when they did it.

Mom was apparently elected spokesman.

"Morgan, I think Mr. Watt is right. The plan to femme up gradually is toast. So, we think you've got two choices. Either go for full on girly girl, or just dress like the girls do."

I thought about it. Well, ok, I'd sort of been thinking about it some already. But now I was actually trying to make a decision, not lay out options.

"I think girly girl might be a bit much. It's fun, but it's also a pain sometimes. So I guess that means 'normal girl' type stuff."

Mom and I discussed some possible outfits. Dad mostly stayed out of it, except for a couple of comments about the way guys might react to a few of them.

He and mom exchanged some more looks when my blushes made it obvious that I was actually sort of hoping for some of those reactions.

Somehow I wound up with both of them hugging me.

"Look, we aren't that surprised that you're starting to be interested in boys. We know that most TVs are straight, but then again, most of them don't have your weird hormones. So we've been trying to be ready for whichever way things went."

I wasn't surprised by their reaction. I'd been fairly sure the folks'd be cool if I was into boys, but there's still a big difference between being "fairly sure" and actually being told they were ok with it.

"Glad to hear it. I just hope most people will be understanding. Especially since I'm pretty sure I like girls too."

Dad quipped, "Well, yeah, that is what bi means, pretty much."

We watched a bit of TV together and I went up to my room. I made sure I had everything I'd need for the next day. Books, assignments and a few other things.

Then came the hard part. Going through my closet to figure out what to wear. After a bit of thought I realized that I didn't want to wear anything too nice, because if somebody was dumb enough to jump me in the halls, it might get ruined.

For that matter, I could think of a few "harmless pranks" that could mess things up too. Yuck.

Hmm. I decided that I needed to pack a complete spare outfit, just in case. Have to be something that wouldn't take a lot of space though.

I finally got an outfit picked, as well as a spare set of clothes.

A while later I was in bed thinking over the day. I managed to not think too much about the fight and the jerks. But I kept coming back to Chris. And a few of the hunks in PE.

What I did after that is none of your business. But I fell asleep with a pleasant glow and a smile on my face.

---

Next morning, I woke up before the alarm. I thought about going back to sleep, but a glance at the clock told me I'd feel less rested when the alarm did go off. So I got out of bed and started getting ready. At least I got to take my time in the shower.

The shower was nice. Unlike the day before, I could use my regular body wash, shampoo and conditioner. Mmmm. Lavender.

Drying my hair took a bit, but it was worth it. I took another look at the outfit I'd set out. Yep, I'd do it.

So I carefully parted my hair and then braided it into a pair of pigtails. I tried it with the butterfly hairbands, but that was a bit too over the top, so I just used a pair of plain ones that matched one of the colors on the skirt.

When I got downstairs, my sister was eating breakfast. I guess she had an early class or something.

She took one look at me and laughed. "You aren't really going to wear that to school are you?"

"Actually, yes. My cover got blown yesterday, so I figured I might as well scrap the slow build-up and just go with stuff I'd like to wear."

"Ok, I get that. But still, wearing that?"

"Hey, I might as well play some mind games. It's not like it'll piss off the bigots anymore than my just existing will."

Sally just shook her head. "I'm almost tempted to give you a lift, just so I can watch the reactions."

"Thanks, but I want to take the bus so I can ride in with Chris."

"Oho, a new friend already. Is he ok with you?"

"She is just fine. We went shopping together after school last yesterday."

"Ok, so she's a girl friend, not a girlfriend?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm not gonna rush things."

She got me talking about yesterday since she'd missed most of the excitement because she'd been doing some studying with friends from her college classes.

Suddenly, I realized it was getting late. I said goodbye and grabbed my stuff. I even remembered to grab the cane.

In a few minutes I was waiting for the bus. I got a few odd looks, but I think that was more for the outfit than because anybody recognized me.

When Chris got on she was obviously looking around for me. When she spotted me she tried not to laugh. A few snickers slipped out as she sat down next to me.

"I can't believe that you have this much less that you wore it."

"Hey, it doesn't violate the dress code at school. And I got it for Halloween, but I figured it'd be a great mindfuck today."

"Right. You being a sweet innocent Catholic schoolgirl. I don't think so."

I smiled back at her and gave her my best innocent look. "Just wait till we get to school. It gets better."

I put on my best "innocent" look and used my "little girl" voice. Looking up with "puppy dog" eyes I said, "Mister, we're trying to raise money for our school..."

I was doing my best to look like a cute, earnest young Catholic schoolgirl trying to make her quota in the fund raiser.

I continued, after the brief pause, "...would you like to buy a blowjob?"

The explosion was incredible. Worth every bit of my effort.

---

Sure enough, I got some weird looks when we got off at school. Some were for the outfit. Others were not so good.

I could see when one of the jerks from the day before (who hadn't been in the attack) spotted me. There was a stir in the bunch of guys who were oh-so-casually hanging around him.

Fortunately, there was also a stir nearer at hand where the school resource officer (read: cop assigned to the school) had been chatting with a couple of other cops. They didn't move much but it was really clear that they had their eyes on the group that had started over towards me.

I turned towards Chris and saw she'd been looking at the cops and the jerks as well. She dragged me over towards a collection of kids I didn't know. Well, OK. I barely knew anybody at the school. but most of these weren't even in the "I think I recognize that face from one of my classes" category.

"Guys? Morgan and I need to go to the office to take care of some stuff. We'll fill you in at lunch. Meanwhile, keep an eye out for trouble. He's the guy that everybody was talking about after his PE class yesterday."

There were a bunch of nods and several "oh, that's him" doubletakes as they reacted.

Meanwhile, Chris tugged on my arm and we set off to the office. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the school resource officer following us.

In the office, Chris led me over to one of the secretaries. "Hi, my dad was going to send over some paperwork for Morgan here?"

The secretary asked "Last name?"

"Howe. With an E."

"Right, here're the papers. And the resource officer was looking for you.."

From behind me came a voice. "And I've found her."

He continued, "why don't to two of you join me in my office for a minute?"

There was barely room for the three of us in his office, but we did manage to get in and sit down with the door closed.

He nodded at me, "Why don't you open that envelope and check things. And while you are doing that, can I take a look at that cane of yours?"

I shrugged and passed it over.

While he examined it, I looked at the papers. There were the forms I expected for the pepper spray (two copies) and a laminated plastic card, Not wallet sized, more like paperback sized.

I signed the forms where marked and slid one copy across the desk to Officer Murtaugh.

The card was kind of interesting. It had "Office of the Chief of Police" on it and under that it cited the relevant state & local laws about TG folks. It also listed a section of the laws regarding public indecency, with one bit highlighted. Took me a sec, but I realized that it was the section that made it ok for women to go topless.

Officer Murtaugh coughed and I looked up.

"Ok, the form is in order. I understand that Chris has a spare unit for you?"

Chris dug into her bag and came out with a pepper spray that was rather obviously the same sort police used. At Murtaugh's nod she passed it over to me.

"OK, from what I've heard, you aren't likely to do anything dumb with it. Just remember to be careful and not let it get swiped. And if you need it, use it. Those idiots yesterday have friends, and some of them aren't bright enough to learn from what happened."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know the type. In their minds it's my fault that their buddies got arrested."

He looked at Chris. "That goes for you too, I'd really rather not have to explain to your dad about you getting hurt."

He passed my cane back. "That's a nice cane, hope you won't need it for long."

Then he continued as if a new thought had come to him.

"With what you are carrying," he glanced pointedly at the cane, "I should check to see if you understand the rules about escalation of conflict."

"Let's see. If somebody tries anything barehanded, I'm escalating if I respond with any sort of weapon, including the pepper spray."

"Right so far."

"If there's a bunch of them or I'm cornered, I can use the spray. And if they've got a weapon, like a knife or a baseball bat, I can use a weapon to defend myself."

"Right again."

"And if guns are involved, all bets are off."

He frowned. "Yeah, but I hope we never have to deal with that."

"Me too. Sensei seems to have skipped the whole dodging bullets bit."

That got a laugh.

He gave me another look, "If you don't mind me asking..."

I figured where he was probably going, and saved him the trouble.

"No, I was dressed a lot different yesterday. Pretty androgynous."

"OK, that explains why I didn't notice you then and didn't recognize you getting off the bus. But I heard you were dressed differently when you got jumped."

"Yeah, I made the mistake of changing in one of the bathrooms before going to my locker after 7th period. We think they were watching the locker and spotted me getting my stuff to take home. "

"And the outfit you had on then probably just made them more determined to teach you a lesson," he finished for me.

"Most likely."

He glanced at the clock. "Well, I'd better get you out of here while you two still have time to get to homeroom."

He reached across the desk and shook my hand.

Just for the heck of it, when I got up I curtseyed to him. He shook his head and Chris snickered.

We headed off to home room. We had different ones, but at least they were in the same part of the building.

I was just thinking that the girl sitting next to me looked vaguely familiar. And she was looking over at me.

We got interrupted by the teacher calling roll. It didn't take long to get to me.

"Morgan Howe?"

"Here."

"Hu Lin?"

"Present," responded the girl I'd been wondering about. And she was definitely looking at me with an odd expression.

I took a chance. "You're one of Chris's friends aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. My name's Lin..."

I interrupted. "Traditional naming, Family name first, right?"

I'd surprised her a bit. She nodded. "Yes, my parents get really insistent about that. Makes for loads of fun breaking in new teachers and school staff."

"I bet. I've had a taste of that sort of thing getting ready for school this year."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I can't imagine why."

I shrugged. "Beats me. Just because I'm a bit more developed than the other guys in gym class..."

Neither of us could keep a straight face.

After the announcements Lin gave me an appraising look and stated "Your last name is Howe? You're gonna fit right in."

Then all she'd tell me was that I'd find out at lunch.

Morning classes were a bit more interesting as the teachers were actually teaching us something. Even if a lot of it was review from the year before.

Things were "interesting" in other ways as well. My outfit was drawing all sorts of attention. Some of it was just folks shaking their heads at the look. And there was a fair bit of WTF? Looks. But there were also the folks who suddenly got this sour look on their faces. I tried to make mental notes of those for the future.

I asked Chris about the "you'll fit right in" comment Lin had made. She just told me to wait until lunch.

So, at lunch I'm sitting at the table with Chris's friends.

"Morgan wants to know why Lin and I think he'll fit in."

Lin grinned and the others got this slightly puzzled look.

Chris started pointing at people.

"Hu Lin"

"Chris Watt"

"Rob Wynn" (a guy)

"Ron Ware" (a very cute guy)

"Kaye Wye" (a girl)

She paused then pointed at me.

"Morgan Howe"

The others started grinning like loons. As I obviously didn't get it, Chris pointed at folks again.

"Hu. Watt. Wynn. Ware. Wye. Howe."

"Arrgghhh!" was my response.

After the laughter died down, someone asked about the Catholic schoolgirl outfit. I explained that it was something I'd planned on for Halloween, but figured it'd be a good mindfuck today given the way things had gone.

I got some smiles but some of them seemed to think that it wasn't that great. So I decided to get evil.

I got up and walked over to Ron Ware. I stood in front of him with my hands clasped behind my back, doing my best to look shy and uncertain.

I put on my best "innocent" look and used my "little girl" voice. Looking up with "puppy dog" eyes I said, "Mister, we're trying to raise money for our school..."

I was doing my best to look like a cute, earnest young Catholic schoolgirl trying to make her quota in the fund raiser.

I continued, after the brief pause, "...would you like to buy a blowjob?"

The explosion was incredible. Worth every bit of my effort.

As the laughter died down one of the other guys was saying "I wanna hang out around her school!"

Someone else commented "You know, someone might get the wrong idea about you after that joke."

I thought about it for a moment as I sat back down next to Chris.

Screw it. I put the innocent look back on my face.

"And what wrong idea would that be?"

"Ummm... that you are into guys?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet."

That got me a look from Chris. I took her hand and said "I am into girls."

Someone asked "Are you two..."

"We're just friends right now."

Ron decided to change the subject. "From what I heard you've got PE next period. Boys PE."

So I had to recap the bit about my anatomy and how that plus the laws stuck me in Boys PE.

I even passed around the laminated card Chris's dad had gotten for me.

There was a lot of headshaking over that. Especially after somebody spotted the part about it being legal for women to go topless.

I chimed in, "Heck, under state law it's legal to go naked in public as long as you aren't doing anything sexual. And I don't think the city or county have any ordinances that override that.Unlike Portland."

Kaye wanted to know how I knew that.

"From going to Rooster Rock and Collin's Beach on Sauvie's Island when we lived near Portland. Among other things."

Rob asked "Those are the nude beaches, right?"

I just nodded.

"So that's why you acted that way in the locker room." said Rob who I suddenly realized was one of the guys in my PE class.

"Pretty much. Being naked's no big thing. And I figured if I didn't make a big deal of things, I'd get most of the fuss over with quicker."

Lin asked "But isn't it still weird having the guys looking at you?"

"It doesn't bother me that much. If I wasn't worried about some of them attacking the freak, or someone deciding I was 'asking for it' and trying to grope me or worse it'd be fine. But with that to worry about it is a bit tense."

"Wouldn't it be easier in Girls PE?"

"Maybe.But the law won't let me. And I know some of the girls would take one look at my crotch and be afraid I'd try to rape them."

I sighed. "I don't have problems with being nude. But a lot of folks have reactions to nudity, especially for someone like me that make problems. It's their problem, but I have to deal with it."

We finally got on to discussing stuff other than me for the rest of lunch.

Say what? It started becoming clear that she thought I was wearing fake breasts or something. I tried telling her they were real, and dragged out the plastic card Chief Watt had given me. But she just wasn't listening.

Finally, after yet another "take them off!" I'd had enough. I reached down and yanked the top off over my head.

"There, I've taken off the only thing I can take off. Or do you want me to take off my shorts too?"

---

Chris had just talked me into going with her to her class at Sensei Roger's dojo Wednesday after school. She'd argued that it'd be easier to talk to him in person about changing things.

I got up to bus my tray. I was going to dump it and come back to talk some more so I left my pack under the table.

Probably a good thing, because I'd dumped the tray and was only a table away when I heard a yell of "Look out!" from Chris.

I'd just started to turn when a large body slammed into me and I was soaked with something very cold and wet.

I rolled to my feet ready for an attack and I saw another of the jerks from PE. And a couple of empty super-size cokes in his hands.

He was smirking as he said "Why doncha watch where you're going fag?"

I looked down and my outfit was soaked. I was mad but knew better than to start a fight.

"Me watch where I was going? You were behind me. And had to be way too close to run into me."

He was starting to argue when a teacher walked up. He claimed I'd stopped and he'd run into me. I gave my side.

Then Chris's friend Ron came over and showed his cell phone to the teacher. At which point the teacher shifted from "regrettable accident" to "stupid prank".

Seems Ron had gotten a couple of shots. And the first showed the guy obviously sneaking up behind me. The body position, especially the way he was holding the drinks made it clear he was up to no good.

The capper was the second shot. Ron had been lucky enough to catch the guy dumping the drinks on me as he slammed into me.

That made teacher willing to listen to the rest of Chris's friends about the smirk on the jerk's face and him calling me a fag.

I think that is when the teacher put it together and realized who I was. And why I'd been "pranked".

"Prank, hell. It's 'assault with intent'!" That was from Chris.

"Mr. McCoy, it sounds like you're back to your old tricks. This is a new record for you. Only the second day of school and you've managed to assault someone." That was the teacher.

McCoy still wanted to argue. Then one of the girls held up her phone and smirked. "My phone has video."

He sort of shrank a bit at that.

"I don't think we'll need that, Mr. Ware's photos are likely enough. But hold onto it. Or drop by the office later and leave a copy with the vice-principal."

He turned to me and asked "Do you need to go home or something?"

"No, my next class is PE. I'll just go in early and rinse this outfit out in the showers. I was afraid somebody would try something, so I've got some spare clothes in my pack."

"Well, if you're sure..." With that he dragged McCoy off towards the school office.

First thing I did after the teacher was out of sight was grab Ron and plant a kiss on his cheek. "That's for being so quick with your camera."

Then I grabbed Chris and smooched her. "And that's for the warning, even if it didn't work."

I got sort of swarmed with folks offering sympathy as I grabbed my pack. Rob offered to escort me, since he was in the class anyway. I accepted because having someone to cover my back was sounding really good about now.

Most of the others followed me as far as the locker room entrance.

Rob and I went in. I picked a bench close to the showers and started taking things off.

"Rob, would you put my pack and shoes over there?" I pointed to the shelf at the other end of the bench.

The top, tie and skirt were off quickly. I just dumped them on the bench. It was cleaner than the floor anyway.

Damn. The soda had managed to soak through to my underwear. The bra and my panties were wet and sticky too. And it had to be coke. So the stains were brown. At least my socks were OK by some miracle.

I finished stripping down and walked over to stick my socks into my shoes.

My hair was wet too, so I took out the hair bands and stuck them into a side pocket on the pack.

I turned to Rob, "Keep an eye on my stuff OK?"

"No problem!"

I noticed where he was looking. Not at my stuff.

"My stuff is over there. You can look at me later."

He blushed. Aww. So cute.

I grabbed my wet stuff and took it into the shower. I hung things over one shower head. I turned the next one over on cold, and started rinsing.

Once I'd gotten them all rinsed out (and thoroughly wet) I took them back to the bench and hung them from hooks. I'd have to get a hanger or two from a coach and see if they had someplace safe to hang them.

Then it was back to the shower to rinse out my hair.

I took a couple of towels to dry off and wrapped a third around my hair.

About that time Coach Adams showed up. I explained about the incident in the cafeteria. Sure enough he was able to dig up a couple of hangers for me to put my stuff on. He said he could hang them in his office. He took a couple more towels to put on the floor under them.

I said I'd pick them up after 7^th period. And asked if he could get our baskets for me and Rob.

Once we had our baskets, we both changed into our PE uniforms. By then my hair was fairly dry. Still really damp, but not dripping. I knew I shouldn't but I braided it into a thick french braid down my back. And put both scrunchies on it, just in case.

It'd probably have been better for my hair to let it dry in a loose ponytail or something, but being wet, it'd have been slapping me and then frizzing out all over as it dried. Not what I wanted in PE!

We still had about 10 minutes before lunch was over. Coach tossed us a basketball and told us to go out into the gym and stay out of trouble.

So Ron and I were playing one-on-one basketball when other kids started filtering out into the gym.

After a few jump shots I was really glad I was wearing a sports bra.

I guess word was getting around. The worst I got was a few glares during the class.

At the bell, I went in and stuck my PE stuff into the basket, turned it in and took a shower to get the sweat off.

Then I dug out my backup outfit and realized I had a problem. I'd packed a pair of cycling shorts and a cycling top. Both a bright green. That wasn't a problem. The problem was that I hadn't thought I'd need backup underwear.

Well, I had to make do with what I had. I made sure I was really dry. Then I pulled on the shorts and the top. Then I sat down and put on my shoes and socks.

Rob was looking at me. "You're gonna wear that?"

"It's all I've got. I though something might happen, but I didn't think it through. I didn't think to include underwear."

"Yeah I can tell." Rob had an odd look on his face as he said it.

I grabbed my pack and headed over to the bathroom to use a mirror.

Oh hell. My boobs were very obvious. The top wasn't quite painted on, but it was pretty obvious that they were real. They looked nice though.

I stepped back. And caught a glimpse of my shorts. They were fairly tight too. Not tight enough that you could tell my religion, but still, no chance of mistaking that I was 100% guy down there.

This was not good. I mean, I kinda liked the look, but I bet it was skating way too close to the edge with the school's dress code.

Sigh. Worst case, I'd point out the cafeteria incident and claim (truthfully) that I didn't have a lot of choice about what to wear.

I ran into Chris on the way to English. She took a look at me and gave a wolf whistle.

"Day-um. You look good enough to eat."

I blushed. Then I blushed even more when she gave me a hug and a kiss that probably broke the school rules about PDAs (Public Displays of Affection).

Even worse, as she let me go, I could tell that the shorts were a lot tighter.

From the way a few folks I could see were holding their cell phones, I suspected I was about to be famous. Wonderful.

We headed into the classroom and were halfway to our seats when the teacher (an older lady who'd struck me as being a bit of a tight-ass) screeched at me.

"What are you doing? I will not have this sort of thing in my class!"

"Huh?" was my ever-so-brilliant response.

She pointed at my chest and started yammering about "Take those off. I don't approve of you fakers."

Say what? It started becoming clear that she thought I was wearing fake breasts or something. I tried telling her they were real, and dragged out the plastic card Chief Watt had given me. But she just wasn't listening.

Finally, after yet another "take them off!" I'd had enough. I reached down and yanked the top off over my head.

"There, I've taken off the only thing I can take off. Or do you want me to take off my shorts too?"

There was dead silence for a minute. Then she went batshit crazy. She screeched at me to put my shirt back on and scribbled something on a form and ordered me to go to the office.

As I was turning to leave, Chris handed me her phone and whispered "video".

I got to the office and handed over the form. I'd glanced at it and it was a bunch of BS about disrupting class and indecent behavior.

I sat down and waited. It wasn't long before I was called into Mr. Burns office. He looked me over.

"I thought we'd agreed that you were going to try to keep a low profile?"

I protested, "It's not my fault. Some jerk dumped cokes on me at lunch, and I only had this to change into. And then Mrs. O'Riley started going nuts on me."

"That's not what her note says."

I passed over Chris's phone. "A friend in the class passed her phone to me and said something about video."

I continued, "I have no idea how much she may have caught, but I was just walking to my seat when Mrs. O'Riley started screaming at me. I think she thought my breasts were fake and wanted me to take them off. She wouldn't listen when I tried to explain."

I took a breath. "And, okay, I finally kinda lost it at yet another 'Take them off' and pulled off my top."

"That's a serious offense, Morgan. I'd hate to see you get arrested over this."

"Hold it. I don't want to play rules lawyer. But first of all she was breaking the law by refusing to accept my gender presentation. Even if they were fake, I'd have every right to wear them. And second, I didn't violate any laws being topless. It's perfectly legal. I've got the cites for both..."

I dug out the card, ready to pass it over.

He started to say something, but I interrupted. "OK, I'll cop to a possible dress code violation with this outfit. But I didn't have a lot of choice about it. And yeah, I suppose you could gig me for disrespect and for another dress code violation for taking off my top. But just what was I supposed to do?"

Mr. Burns visibly collected himself. "All right. Let's hold off until I see what's on the phone."

So I sat back, worried as he found the video and played it. It sounded like Chris had caught it almost from the start. Good.

Mr. Burns set the phone on his desk.

"This is quite a mess. I hate to admit it, but even though you shouldn't have taken off your top, I can't blame you too much. And Mrs. O'Riley was certainly out of line."

He thought some more. "I daresay that your friend won't be the only one who recorded the confrontation either."

He sighed.

"Go back out and sit in the office. I'm going to talk to Mrs. O'Riley."

So I went back out and sat down. I dug out a book and started reading. I did notice Mr. Burns talking quietly to Miss Allen, who then paged Mrs. O'Riley to the office.

She looked triumphant and gave me an evil look as Mr. Burns ushered her into his office and closed the door.

Even through the closed door, I could hear the raised voices. Couldn't tell what they were saying, but it was definitely heated.

Things quieted down. Then a few minutes later a very shaken Mrs. O'Riley came out of the VP's office followed by Mr. Burns.

He spoke. "I believe you owe each other an apology. You first Mrs. O'Riley."

She started to turn towards him to protest, but reconsidered.

"I don't approve of what you are doing. It's unnatural. But I should have let you explain."

"Ma'am, it's not unnatural. I've not done a thing to cause my breasts to grow. It just happened. That's the way my body is. No drugs, no hormones. They just grew. Unnatural would be having them chopped off."

I got a sharp look from Mr. Burns, but he didn't say anything.

Mrs. O'Riley looked gobsmacked and muttered, "But that's not possible. God wouldn't..."

I interrupted her. "It is possible. Contrary to popular belief God, Mother Nature, whatever you want to call it is a lot more flexible than people. Male and female aren't the only possibilities. Just the most common ones. Even in humans. Something like one in a thousand folks have some sort of intersex condition. Mine is just a lot more obvious than most."

I don't think I convinced her, but maybe she'd at least think about things now.

Mr. Burns looked pointedly at me.

"I'm sorry about taking off my top and what I said, but I really couldn't see what else to do."

She didn't look any happier at that than I had at her "apology" but I guess Mr. Burns realized that it was as good as he was going to get from either of us.

"OK, now I want both of you to go back to class and try to put this behind you. With that he handed me Chris's phone and went back into his office.

Mrs. O'Riley and I headed back to her classroom. Neither of us spoke and we walked a good ways apart.

When we reached the classroom, I sped up a bit and held the door for her. I still didn't like her, but it didn't hurt to be polite.

There was dead silence as we entered the room. She went to her desk, and I went to my seat. As she turned to the whiteboard I quietly passed Chris her phone.

I survived the rest of the day OK.

After 7^th period, Chris and I went to the gym and I got my (still pretty damp) clothes from the coach.

Chris and I got on the bus to my place without any trouble. Thank god.

We'd barely gotten on the bus when my phone and Chris's started going off.

I grabbed mine and I had a text from Sally. "Looking hot bro!" with an attached pic. I pulled up the photo.

Oh god. It was me in the hall outside English, right after Chris had given me that kiss and hug. My shorts had been a lot tighter than I thought after that kiss. My cock looked huge and my boobs were prominent as well. Looked like my nipples were hard enough to cut glass, even through the top.

I texted back "Where did you get that?"

Sally's response was "you're all over Facebook and Tumblr"

"I'm doomed."

Chris looked up from her phone.

"Somebody told you about the posts?"

I just backed up a bit and showed her the pic.

"My sister sent me that."

"Wow. That looks better than you did before I kissed you."

"Not helping."

"I wonder if the pic is good enough to blow up to poster size?"

"Really not helping."

"Aww. You'd look great on my bedroom wall."

"Yeah right up until your mom & dad see it. Then I'm dead and you'll be grounded for life."

Chris gave it some thought. "Nah, probably only grounded until college."

I made a face. "I'll still be dead though."

"Dad wouldn't do that. He'd probably just maim you a little."

---

When we got to my place, I had to introduce Chris to Dad. I was hoping that'd distract him from my clothes. No such luck.

"That's an 'interesting' look, Morgan. Care to explain it?"

I gave him a short version of the bit at lunch. "And I had to change into the spare clothes I'd brought with me. Only I hadn't thought they'd get my bra and panties too."

"Poor planning on your part..."

"Yeah, Dad, I know. It's no excuse."

"Bet you remember spare underwear in the future."

"Yes, Dad, I will."

"At least you didn't get in trouble for what you are wearing."

I tried to will Chris to keep quiet. She did, but I guess something in our expressions tripped dad's radar.

"You did get in trouble for wearing them?"

"Uh, not exactly..."

Explaining the confrontation with Mrs. O'Riley to dad was not fun. Even less fun was when I let slip about the video on Chris's phone while describing the bit in Mr. Burns' office.

Naturally, dad wanted to see the video. At least Chris knew better than to argue.

"Okay, I agree with Mr. Burns. You shouldn't have flashed your teacher. But I can see why you did it. Don't make a habit of it. OK?"

Whew. Now if only mom is as reasonable when she gets home.

Fortunately, that was the end of the Parental Inquisition. Well, at least until later.

Chris and I headed up to my room followed by a warning to not do anything dad wouldn't do.

I couldn't resist throwing back "Oh, like that's a limit."

One of dad's stress balls bounced off the back of my head, followed by a laugh.

When we got to my room, Chris tossed her bag on the bed and some of the books slid out. I recognized a paperback and turned to her with a grin.

"So, Chris, you're one of those Longknifes?"

She stared at me for a second and then spotted the book that'd fallen out.

"Ah, another fan?"

"Yep. I heard Mike Sheperd talking about the books at Orycon. I even got lucky and found copies of the prequels."

"Prequels? What prequels?"

"Well, you know how Kris talks about things her grandfathers got up to in the 'old days'?"

"Yeah?"

"One of the dealers had these three books by Mike Moscoe sitting next to the Kris Longknife books. I picked one up and saw from the cover blurb that it was about one of her grandfathers. Seems Mike wrote some books under a different pen name that he used for background when he started the new series."

"There are more books?!"

"Just the three."

I went over to the shelves and dug out my copies of They Also Serve, The Price of Peace and The First Casualty.

"You can borrow them, but if anything happens to them...."

"You'll kill me?"

"Worse, I'll sic Kris's grandfathers on you."

"Hey, no fair fighting dirty."

"If you aren't fighting dirty, you aren't trying."

Chris packed the books into her bag while I fired up my computer to check how bad the online gossip was.

She said, "Wish I could check my accounts."

"Ask and ye shall receive."

With a grin I pulled an older desktop out of the closet along with a keyboard, mouse and an old LCD monitor.

There was (just barely) room for both of us to sit at the table I was using for a computer desk.

The good(?) news was that there was only the one pic of me in the hall. The bad news was that it'd spread fast. Worse, they'd posted a link to the hi-res original.

Chris grabbed a copy in spite of my pleadings. And after thinking things over a bit, I grabbed one for myself.

But why did that person have to have a good camera in their phone, and worse, be able to use it well. I don't think they could have gotten a clearer shot if I'd posed for it.

Bad news was that there were several different shots of me topless in Mrs. O'Riley's class. Mostly not that good due to angle or blurring. But a couple were fairly clear.

Worse, someone besides Chris had been taking video.

This was so not good.

I got drawn out of my visions of doom when Cjris started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

A URL popped up in the chat window and I clicked on it.

What??? It was yet another post of the pic from the hall. Only this person was claiming I was a girl with a packer in my shorts!

They had a link to the video and pointed out stuff that "proved" my breasts were real and natural. They also pointed to some stuff about my waist and hips that "proved" I had to be a girl. So "obviously" my cock & balls were fake.

I was sputtering when Chris told me to hit refresh. I guess she'd sent the URL to some of her (our?) crowd from lunch. There were several comments telling the original poster they were wrong. Including one that I assumed was from Rob.

"No, he really is a guy with breasts. He's in my PE class ad I've seen him in the showers and changing. It's some weird genetic thing. His bod is going female but his crotch is all guy."

"Gee, Rob, thanks ever so much for that" I muttered.

Chris and I were discussing what we could do about stuff like that "girl with a dick" post when I heard mom get home.

So we tabled it and got out some homework because I'd pointed out that as soon as mom had changed and de-stressed a bit, she'd want to talk to me... no us about my day at school.

---

The Kris Longknife books are some fun SF/Adventure with a good female protagonist. One who is way too human. And the Mike Moscoe books I listed are indeed effectively prequels to them. They've even been re-released under his Mike Sheperd name in 2013.

This occurs in early summer shortly after Morgan's current school year. Consider it a "teaser" for the future. No real spoilers.

---

It sort of started when we attended a family reunion in Oregon. I met a cousin who lived there. Nothing special about that.

Not until I saw her head for the mens locker room at the pool in the park the reunion picnic was in.

"Morgan! Whoa. That's the guys locker room!"

I got this long suffering look. "I know, Melinda. Legally, I am a guy. Look, I can explain everything later."

He(?) paused. "That is, if you still want to hang around with a weirdo."

I was a bit surprised, but shook my head. "No, I've got my own weirdnesses. I can hardly get upset at you for being weird."

I headed for the womens locker room wondering if he could possibly be as weird as I was. Then again, he (still having trouble wrapping my head around that) was wearing a sundress that made it pretty obvious that he had breasts. Sure looked female to me.

I changed into my suit. Well, I took off the shorts and top I was wearing over my suit. I had my reasons for not wanting to be naked in the locker room.

I went thru the showers and headed to the pool area. I spotted Morgan coming out of the mens locker room.

She... He was getting a few looks, but seemed to be ignoring them.

I noticed there was some sort of plastic card clipped to the skirt on his suit bottom.

One of the lifeguards started over towards him but I saw another stop him. The guy looked surprised, but went back to the pool.

Obviously something going on here.

"OK, Morgan, what the hell is going on? You are using the mens locker room, a lifeguard stopped another one from going after you for using it. I know you said you are weird, but..."

He sighed. "Look, a lot of folks know about me, but even so I'd rather not discuss it in public, OK? But if you want, we can talk about after we go back to the picnic. Deal?"

"Okay, but you better not be messing with me."

I was a bit annoyed so I just took a few steps to the pool and dove in.

As I was swimming, it occurred to me that Morgan and I were wearing the same kind of suit. A two-piece that looked like a one-piece, with a skirted bottom.

The sort of thing you usually saw on younger kids or older women. I knew why I wore one, the skirt hid things just in case.

Was it possible that Morgan had the same problem? But how would that make her a boy?

After about half an hour I was cooled off nicely and a bit tired of swimming. And dealing with some of the rowdies.

I carefully climbed out of the pool and looked around. I spotted Morgan and caught her.. no his, eye. I pointed towards the locker rooms. He nodded and climbed out.

I was almost to the entrance of the locker room when I heard loud voices towards the mens entrance.

I backed out and saw Morgan arguing with someone. Looked like another lifeguard. I didn't recognize him as one of the ones I'd seen when we entered the pool area. I guess they changed shifts while we were swimming.

"I don't care what you say young lady, you aren't going into the mens locker room."

Morgan was trying to show the guy something on that plastic card, but the guy was ignoring it.

"Look, I'm a guy, I'll get arrested if I use the womens locker room!"

"Yeah, right. You a guy. I don't think so."

Morgan got really exasperated. And looked around. There weren't many people near the entrances, and I was the only one looking over at them. He saw me and gave me this "sorry" look.

Then before the guy could stop him he pulled his suit bottom to his knees. I didn't get a good look because of the angle, but I thought I saw a cock and balls. Given the reaction of the guy, I'm pretty sure that was what he saw too.

"You... you... pull those back up and get out of here!"

Morgan pulled up the bottom and headed into the locker room. And I stood there stunned for a second before heading into the women's locker room.

Once inside I dried off in a daze, I took off my top and put on a bra and my top. Then I wrapped the towel around my waist and dropped my suit bottoms. I dried off without without uncovering anything then worked a pair of panties up my legs, then a pair of spankies to help hold things in.

After that I dropped the towel and put on my skirt.

I wrapped the wet suit pieces in the towel and stuffed the roll into my beach bag.

Morgan was waiting outside.

"Sorry you had to see that. Every once in a while I run into an idiot that doesn't believe my ID or the carry letter."

"Carry letter?"

"Something Mr. Watt put together for me. He's the local police chief. It tells folks that regardless of my having breasts, I'm legally a guy and have to use the mens lockers. It also tells other idiots that if I'm dressed up female I can use womens bathrooms and dressing rooms at stores."

"Huh? How the heck does that work?"

"It's the way the state anti-discrimination law is written. Transgendered folks get to use bathrooms and dressing rooms that match how they appear, but they weren't willing to allow it for places like locker rooms. I'm not exactly trans, but it applies."

"You aren't trans?" I felt a surge of hope.

"No, I'm..."

I interrupted him. "You've got a weird genetic condition that makes part of your body react weirdly to hormones while the rest reacts normally?"

He stared at me like I'd grown another head.

"Yeah. Everything but my... my genitals... is developing female, but they are developing male. But my hormones are the normal levels for a guy."

Oh. My. God. Maybe I wasn't a total freak after all. I went for it.

"Morgan. I've got normal female hormone levels. But my... my clitoris... developed as if I was a guy."

He looked stunned. There was an empty picnic table nearby. I dragged him over.

He asked, "So it's sort of like a ... " he swallowed, "... like a cock."

I nodded. "Sort of. I don't pee thru it, but it's got a shaft and foreskin and everything. It's about six inches when it's hard."

He shook his head. "Oh lord, that must be hell in the locker rooms."

I giggled. "Like you have it any better with those tits?"

I think we were both getting a bit odd from the shock.

"Oh, it gets worse. I'm bi, so in the showers..."

"I can imagine. Heck, I don't have to. There are a few girls in my PE class..."

We wound up doing a lot more talking and then dragged our parents together and got them talking.

Seems Morgan and I have two common ancestors on different branches of the family. Both of them from Roswell, NM. Which has everyone in the families wondering.

Morgan and I both got a few more tests, and apparently we share an odd cluster of genes.

Anyway, after the dust settled, my folks decided that since the schools back home weren't all that friendly, and dad had been looking at some jobs in the area...

And that's why I'm starting at Morgan's high school this fall.