A boy named Alice

Have you ever heard of that song “A boy named Sue”? If you have you might get an inkling about what my life is like. Supposedly the father of the boy named him Sue so he would get teased and bullied in school in order to toughen him up. Well my sire liked that philosophy and named me Alice. Needless to say very much like Sue’s my life isn’t very nice because of it. That is also why I call my sperm donor “sire” I just can’t bring myself to call him “dad” or “father” even. Complete and utter moron, spineless too.

One day a few years ago when I needed to get a haircut again my sire took me to the barber. So far all normal except this was a new place since my former barber retired. The new guy asked me for my name, I told him my name was Alice and he told my father that he didn’t cut women’s hair, obviously under the impression that I was a girl. Can’t really blame him with my name. Of course the big idiot was too ashamed to admit he named his son Alice and instead made a flimsy excuse of being new in town and not knowing the location of a salon. He got directions to a salon and since then I’ve worn my hair long. Yes I know plenty of girls wear their hair short, but those haircuts are decidedly more feminine than just wearing it long. I don’t have to explain you that a boys’ crew-cut wasn’t an option at that place.

“Why didn’t you just go to the barber when you got older?” you ask? Well despite being a massive coward in public he has made it clear in no uncertain terms that I was not to set foot in that place. He wasn’t going to be humiliated by having that guy know I was a boy after he said to him I wasn’t. And that was that, end of discussion. He clearly didn’t think things through when he declared my birth. And by that I mean that people would get on HIS case too for giving your son a name that is tantamount to child abuse. The issue also never got raised at school, at least not until I forced the issue due to PE. At kindergarten I was considered a girl by all the staff and my sire made no objections when I was referred to in the feminine form, coward. At least one good thing came from that, I didn’t have to play with the boys. Stupid little idiots the whole lot, always trying to show how tough they are, really not my cup of tea.

Speaking of schools, ever notice how people ignore the gender marker on your ID if your name is obviously female or obviously male? Well I did, when moving up from kindergarten I was registered as a girl, despite the gender box on my birth certificate we had to provide said male. I didn’t find out until I had to change for gym. I refused to go change with the girls since I was a boy. The teachers obviously didn’t believe me since my records told them I was female. I was very persistent however and they took me to the school nurse, something about me possibly being transgendered. The nurse started to ask questions about why I wanted to be a boy, and if it really would be that upsetting to change with the other girls. I told her that I was a boy and that my sire named me Alice on purpose. I also dropped my trousers and showed her, knowing that that probably was the only way to get the point through. She did. She told the headmaster that a mistake has been made with my registration and that I was definitely male. That got the headmaster going. He wasn’t well pleased with my sire naming me Alice and was ready to call child services.

Fortunately he did think to ask me if I actually was abused back home, my name aside. Since I actually was properly taken care of, well fed, well clothed and no signs of physical abuse. In the end he didn’t call child services but he did lay into the man over the telephone. He also asked me if I would prefer to be called by another name in school, he didn’t normally condone nicknames but he felt that I was a proper exception. Sadly this was well a week into the school year and the damage was done already. I was known as Alice and after the gym incident well… let’s say my sire finally got the teasing and bullying he wanted. Of course I was also grounded for a month for humiliating him, and when I asked what I was supposed to do, shower with the girls? He extended it to two months for talking back to him, no talking sense in him I guess.

Which brings me to today, I’m 13 now and about to start highschool. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it, since it’s probably exactly the same as earlier. Me being a social leper for being a boy with a girls’ name. It probably doesn’t help that I got a haircut yesterday and with me being distracted with trying to think of ways for damage control, I accidently agreed to my hairdresser to give me bangs. By the time I noticed it was too late to go back. I was either going to sport bangs, or a girly bob. I chose the bangs. Sigh, hopefully it isn’t worse like the usual crap at least.

Author's note: It seems like my writingblock for Selene won't dissolve anytime soon. Instead I give you this, the boy named Alice. Hopefully I can keep this going for a bit longer. Anyway the prologue is told in an autobriographical format, I will change to first person and present time for subsequent chapters. So if this format bothers you, it really only is there to provide background information.

Which brings me to today, I’m 13 now and about to start highschool. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it, since it’s probably exactly the same as earlier. Me being a social leper for being a boy with a girls’ name. It probably doesn’t help that I got a haircut yesterday and with me being distracted with trying to think of ways for damage control, I accidently agreed to my hairdresser to give me bangs. By the time I noticed it was too late to go back. I was either going to sport bangs, or a girly bob. I chose the bangs. Sigh, hopefully it isn’t worse like the usual crap at least.

Author's note: Text spoken in Japanese is printed between <> Also there is some minor swearing and racism present in this chapter.

A boy named Alice, chapter 1

I’m about to enter school when I hear someone calling my name, I recognise the voice and my stomach contracts. Please, please, please let it not be her.

[Oi Alice! Alice! Good morning, seems like we’re going to the same high school, nice I was afraid I’d be all alone here. Nice Hime-cut btw. Eh? Something wrong? Why are you so silent?]

Of course it had to be her, my best friend… At least until she discovers that I’m not a girl. I managed to keep silent about my gender in the Japanese Saturday school we both attend, but now it’ll only be a week tops before she’ll hate my guts. Can things get any worse?

Oh you’re wondering what this Japanese school is about? Well in this town there is a fairly large amount of Japanese immigrants and they feel that their offspring should be able to read and write proper Japanese so all the kids go to the community centre on Saturday where they get to learn Japanese. There are also classes for calligraphy and stuff for when the language classes are over, it’s pretty neat. So how did a white American boy enter this school you ask? Well when I was seven it became evident that I was bored with school. It was too easy (well spending every second of free time on schoolwork because you have NO FRIENDS will do that to you) and the headmaster suggested to my sire that I attend the Saturday school to give me something to do.

Considering that his offspring was smart enough to get recommended for this he was, of course, elated. I have to say I was glad too. The kids knew me as Alice of course but since there are no locker rooms there I managed to keep my gender hidden and have some sort of normalcy there. Having spent 6 years now at that school I’m pretty much fluent at Japanese now, and Yuri has become my best friend. I do wonder why she’s here though, I thought all the Japanese kids went to the private school. Well regardless of the reason she IS here, and that means I have a good chance of losing not only my best friend, but losing my other friends at Saturday school too. So the big question is do I pretend nothing is wrong and let her figure it out when it’s time for gym, or do I tell her now and pray that she’s willing to listen to reason? She’s (I hope) my friend, I better tell her now, a couple of extra days won’t matter anyway.

[Morning Yuri, nothing wrong just lost in thought. Say I have something important to tell you and you’d probably hate me for it but please hear me ou—OOF! What the heck?!]

Just about when I was to tell Yuri my back-story some big jerk interrupted me by slamming into me and I fell on the ground. Being somewhat used to beatings I knew that laying around in the fetal position was NOT the way to go. The way to go was to stand up ASAP and run away, I had of course some experience in avoiding more hits when getting up but what happened here threw me a curveball. Instead of preparing to kick me when I was down he instead chose to yell at me.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ENABLING THAT STUPID MEXICAN FOR, BITCH?! THIS IS AMERICA AND WE SPEAK AMERICAN HERE, THAT BITCH BETTER LEARN THE LANGUAGE AND BITCHES LIKE YOU SHOULDN’T MAKE THINGS EASY, IF THE MEXICAN BITCH CAN’T LEARN AMERICAN SHE SHOULD JUST LEAVE!!!”

This was by far the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard, and considering I live with HIM that’s saying something. In fact this was so stupid that I was completely dumbfounded and could only goldfish at the gorilla as he entered the building. Yuri meanwhile looked scared and came to my side.

[ I’m so sorry about that Alice, I figured that since this is highschool that the other kids would be more mature. Maybe it’s better if you stay away from me so that you don’t get crap for associating with me…]

[Don’t worry about that making me a bullying target, they’ll have far better ammo for me in a few days anyway. Even if they didn’t this is no reason to ditch my best friend… at least if you’d still have me as a friend when I tell you the dirt they’ll find about me?]

[You don’t have to pretend for me Alice, I appreciate your kindness but you have no idea to what kind of hell you’re condemning yourself if you hang out with me. There is no way they’d pick on you if you don’t, I mean you’re smart, you're white, you’re pretty…]

[…and a boy.] I finished her sentence for her. [As soon as I have to raise hell for not wanting to use the girl’s locker-room, everybody in school will know that I’m a boy named Alice. Bullies will flock to me like sharks to blood. In fact you’d probably catch more flak about hanging out with me than for being a “Mexican”. Bloody idiots can’t even get the continent right. Anyway now that you know you’d probably hate me like everyone else who knows about my name… I’ll respect your privacy, farewell…]

I turned around, tears starting to flood my eyes and was about to run away when I was tackle-hugged by Yuri.

[Whu..wha?] Yeah really eloquent.

[OMG Alice I’m so sorry to hear that, please don’t leave. I’ll still be your bestie if you want to.]

[You don’t think I’m a freak? You don’t mind?]

[Of course not, silly! Not your fault you have that name, although I do wonder why. I have to say I’m a little bit hurt that you didn’t trust me after all those years, but I can only imagine what you must have gone through… I can understand that you didn’t want to tell. And it would be pretty hypocritical of me to condemn you for you being girly, even in name only. After all I’m Yuri.]
[yes I’ve known your name for 6 years now I don’t see how that’s relevant?] Of course as I said the last words it downed on me what she meant. For those of you who don’t know Japanese, Yuri is not only a girl’s name (and some boy’s) but it’s also slang for lesbian. […ooooooh I get it now. Yeah that would do it. I should slap you for that pun though.]

[ Sorry,] She giggles. [I’ve always wanted to say that from the moment I knew I was a Lesbian and since we were confessing things about ourselves this seemed like a good time. Now I do have a question for you though, why did your father name you Alice if you’re a boy? That doesn’t seem like good parenting.]

[THAT…. THING IS NOT MY FATH…] Blurgh I started to dry heave and was about to lose my breakfast, but I managed to recover. [Ugh, can’t even say it in that context, he’s not fit to be called the F-word. That monster named me Alice precisely because he hoped I would be the target of bullies. He ruined my life before it even started, it’s indeed not “good parenting” as you put it. And he’s realised that too, but instead of feeling sorry for me and getting me a name change instead he tries to protect his sorry ass by trying to make sure as few people as possible know that he named his son Alice.]

At this point I told her everything, from why I had my hair this way to him grounding me for the headmaster finding out. Yuri in return was looking shocked at my sire’s deeds.

[He grounded YOU because the headmaster at your previous school found out you are a boy? What were you supposed to do anyway?]

[I tried asking, but he extended my punishment for another month for that question, I never did get an answer. I hope I can convince the head here to not call him since I don’t really fancy a repeat of that. Actually with a bit of luck my previous head has informed the head of this school so that things might be a bit more subdued.]

[He extended your punishment for asking what you should have done to avoid the situation? Talk about stupid. That’s not a human, that’s a yokai. No that’s an insult to yokai. I don’t know what to say, except that I’ll stick by you. You sure my parents shouldn’t call child services?]

[And take the problem away from him? If I’m taken away he might be a bit embarrassed by that and probably forced to move but also, he wouldn’t have to pay for my upbringing anymore. I’m going to suck every penny that I can out of him. Despite everything he values being seen as a good parent, or rather he’s very weak to peer pressure so I get good food and clothes and stuff. I have the latest computer for starters, and he hires a maid to do the cooking and the cleaning. I’m going to prepare myself to emancipate me just in case, but if at all possible I’m going to wriggle out a full Ivy League university ride out of him.]

[Ooooh that’s going to cost him a fortune, I like it. Anyway it’s getting late, we should head inside to assembly. I hope we get to be in the same classes]

[Yeah me too, let’s go. You know I have the feeling that this year isn’t going to be all bad.]

Author's note: So in this chapter we meet Yuri who is going to be a massive support for Alice and vica versa. I'm using [] to denote Japenese since <> results in code issues. If anyone has a suggestion for something better it's highly appreciated. Please leave a comment about what you think of this chapter, constructive critisism is also highly appreciated.

Selene Chapter 1
“Ladies and gentlemen please fasten your seatbelts; we are about to land at Fiumicino Airport Rome. It is 15:00 hour’s local time and the temperature is 30 degrees Celsius. We hope you had a pleasant flight and wish you all a nice day”

Finally, after a 2 hour flight with a prize-fighter airline I can finally go and stretch my legs a little. Seeing the looks on my classmates’ faces and hearing some mild cheering I’m apparently not the only one. As I’m anticipating seeing Rome for the first time and preparing to get my hand luggage I get distracted by a loud snore right next to me. It seems that Kelly, my best friend, has managed to tough the flight out by sleeping, wish I could have done that, but I just can’t sleep sitting up. I can tell you that made my family vacation to Japan last year fun. NOT! Anyway people are finally starting to leave the plane, better wake Kelly up so we can get out of here.

When we step out of the plane it feels like getting punched in the face, dang it’s hot here. The extra layers of clothes I’m forced to wear are definitely not helping. This could get more uncomfortable than I originally anticipated, maybe mom was right… no no, bury that thought, it’s going to take more than a little heat to divert me from my original plans.

“Hey stop spacing out and walk on, mister Johnson is waiting for us.”

Kelly snaps me out of my thoughts and we quickly join the rest of our classmates.
“Ah, so are we all here now?” Mr Johnson asks while he counts his students. “Yes, it appears so. Welcome to Rome children after we pass through customs we gather again at the luggage retrieval site, band eleven. After that we’re going to the place we’re sleeping and unpack before heading out to dinner. Got all that? Good, I’ll see you at band eleven.”

As we’re heading to customs I scan the officers there and pick a line with an older officer working said line. I do NOT want a repeat of what happened last year and in my experienced older customs officers are more likely to have dealt with a situation like mine before and let me pass without hassle. Stupid trainee last year wouldn’t believe my claims to masculinity and this despite the facial recognition software saying it was me in the passport picture AND giving him my doctor’s note explaining my condition. No, he was utterly convinced he finally caught something and no amount of reasoning was going to convince him wrong. We had to wait for an hour before a female officer finally had the time to “confirm” I was travelling with someone else’s passport. Needless to say, she proved him wrong and after I finally got a chance to tell her why we were in this situation in the first place she tore into the stupid jerk for being such an unprofessional douche bag. One good thing came out of it though, our tickets got upgraded to first class as an apology and that definitely helped to alleviate some of the discomfort a ten hour flight brings when you’re unable to sleep.

After 20 minutes of standing in line it was finally my turn and I handed the officer my passport, he scanned it and his eyes bulged when I got to my gender. Fortunately I was right in that the older officers know how to deal with this. The computer confirmed it was me in the photo and he couldn’t confirm the passport being a fake, so he just let me through without making a huge fuss. When I arrive at the luggage retrieval site I’m the second to last of our class there and my suitcase has already arrived. I grab it of the conveyor belt and notice something strange, the suitcase looks newer than I remember. I quickly check my name and everything checks out, I write it off as a heat induced hallucination and join my fellow classmates. As we head to our bus Mr. Johnson tells us that we’re using a charter to go to our sleeping arrangements but we would be dependent on public transportation for everything afterwards so he hands each of us a public transport card as we enter the bus.

During the trip Mr Johnson told us what our sleeping arrangements actually were. Apparently we’re going to spend the week in a couple of six person caravans, he next mentions the group composition and I find myself grouped up with Kelly, Jordy, Rick, Tim and Ian. I have to say I’m not too pleased having to share a caravan with Jordy, but the other guys are OK and of course getting to share a bedroom with Kelly is essential. Only he and the teachers know of my condition and in order to keep it that way, there is no way I can bunk up with someone else. Especially Jordy, he’s been getting really annoying about my girly appearance lately and I can’t figure out why. Sure a lot of guys like to taunt me with my girly voice, long brown hair and girly figure and face but he doesn’t do the usual bullying stuff, like calling me gay and a trannie he’s different somehow and I can’t seem to pin down what exactly he thinks of me. I can tell you though that he creeps me out, big time, and I do not look forward to having to share a caravan, hopefully the other guys will keep me safe.

After enjoying the scenery for a bit we finally arrive at our resort and I have to say these caravans look nice. Mr Johnson is calling the groups over and when it’s finally my turn I grab my suitcase and head to our caravan with Kelly. For some reason however this upsets the owner of the resort and he holds me back before shouting something in Italian to me. Fortunately Mr. Johnson intervenes and after a bit of arguing he says to me: “Look Alex we’re going to have to explain your situation to him, in the meantime you can park your suitcase in Kim and Yuki’s caravan (they were surplus and got their own caravan, lucky) after that grab your doctor’s note and passport and meet up with me at the reception.”

I grab my suitcase and head to the girls’ caravan and I’m greeted with a sharp shriek.

“Alex, wtf are you doing here, this is a girls only caravan!” Kim says.

Yuki adds: “Yeah I know you look the part but you yourself are usually insisting you’re not so GET OUT!”

“Sorry girls, no can do. The owner doesn’t seem to believe I’m a guy so he prevented me from going with the guys, quite rudely actually. I was then told by Mr. Johnson to park my suitcase here until we got this sorted out. I’m sure we can convince him and I won’t actually stay here but I’m not leaving my suitcase outside in the meantime.”

Kim: “Ah ok so that was the commotion, I guess it makes sense seeing how prudish they are here. I mean have you looked at what we need to cover if we want to visit the churches?”

Yuki: “Yeah I mean guys need to wear long trousers and girls need to wear skirts or shorts below the knee and no bare shoulders whatsoever. What’s up with that? Don’t they know how hot it is here?”

“I’m guessing they’re used to it, but at least you don’t have to cover up your legs completely us guys are going to suffer a minor heatstroke if this temperature keeps up. Jeans aren’t exactly cooling.”

Yuki: “Well if you want to, you can wear one of my long skirts, they should fit you and you can totally get away with it.”

“Haha, very funny. I think I’ll pass on your offer, me going out in a skirt will also not help convincing that guy I’m male. Speaking of which I need to go and speak to Mr. Johnson. I’ll see you later to get my stuff.”

Kim: “Ok, but you better convince him because if you don’t we’re totally going to give you a makeover. I meant it when I said this is a girls only caravan, and girls do NOT dress like you do.”

This triggers a giggle fit from Yuki and she and Kim start discussing various outfits that they can get me in while I grab my medical papers and passport and head out. While walking towards the reception I get filled with a sense of dread. This guy is way too similar to that one customs officer. Medical reasons didn’t work on him and I get the feeling they won’t work on this guy either. On top of that Kim and Yuki have a history of trying to get me into skirts. Granted that was before they found out I was actually a boy but I’m not certain how serious they are this time. With a gulp I head into the reception office, Mr. Johnson is already there and he has a dark look on his face.

This triggers a giggle fit from Yuki and she and Kim start discussing various outfits that they can get me in while I grab my medical papers and passport and head out. While walking towards the reception I get filled with a sense of dread. This guy is way too similar to that one customs officer. Medical reasons didn’t work on him and I get the feeling they won’t work on this guy either. On top of that Kim and Yuki have a history of trying to get me into skirts. Granted that was before they found out I was actually a boy but I’m not certain how serious they are this time. With a gulp I head into the reception office, Mr. Johnson is already there and he has a dark look on his face.

Selene Chapter 2

“Ah Alex, good you are here. I am afraid I have some bad news for you.” Mr. Johnson started in a somber tone while I felt my heart fell deeper. “I’ve talked to the owner and while he actually believes you without seeing your medical history he still can’t have you share with the guys. It seems that the perception of a girl sharing with guys could have some serious repercussions on his business if other clients spotted this, even if “she” is really a he. I’m very sorry but different arrangements would have to be made.”

I stood there frozen taking this information in before asking “But what do I do now? I can’t stay with the girls and now you tell me I can’t stay with the boys either, you’re not going to send me home are you?”

“Who said that you can’t stay with the girls? Like I just told you it was all about appearance, you sharing the girls’ caravan is fine by the owner. It might raise issues with their parents if we let a boy share their caravan unsupervised, but that’s easily solved by letting Miss Karen stay there as well. That way nothing untoward can happen, not that I think you would anyway considering your condition. Anyway this is what we are going to do, each caravan has three two-person bedrooms, Yuki and Kim will take one, You will take the second and Miss Karen will take the third. I have already written it down for you to show Yuki and Kim and Miss Karen will be by shortly to explain in person. Do you have problems with this solution?”

“No sir, this is probably the best considering, and honestly I’m glad to be out of Jordy’s way. I just hope that Kim and Yuki aren’t going to be too mad, I had the feeling they were looking forward to having their own rooms. I guess then that I’ll be going now, thanks sir.”

Just when I reached for the door Mr. Johnson spoke up again. “Oh one last thing Alex, I know why you couldn’t tell any of the guys, but Kim and Yuki are good girls, this is just a suggestion but I think it might be better for you to tell them. I really think that if you do that it will make for a less stressful trip. Take my advice however you want to.”

I nodded to these last words and headed back contemplating them. I decided I would tell them, Mr. Johnson was right Kim and Yuki could be trusted and being under such close scrutiny by them would make it hard to hide it anyway, and that’s even ignoring the makeover Kim wants to give me. In fact telling them might even guilt Kim in not doing that makeover so that’s another plus to consider.

As I approached the caravan Kim ran towards me and asked almost gleefully “Well, did you get this situation sorted or are we going to have a girl’s night in?”

“Well, I’m going to be staying here and we’re sorta going to have a girl’s night in, but probably not the way you expect it”

With this Kim gets a confused look on her face. “What do you mean with “sorta” and I am giving you that makeover honey, girls do not dress like you.”

I was getting a little bit irritated by this but I just smiled and said “Well, you’ll see what I meant in a short while, but regarding my clothes, I would say that girls would dress like this considering I have bought all of my clothes from the woman’s section for the past three years, that includes what I’m wearing now.”

Kim responded kind of flabbergasted at this “Wait… what, those are girls’ clothes? Now that you mention it they do seem to have a more female cut, but who would sell this style, wouldn’t they go broke? Also why are you wearing girls’ clothes in the first place, no scratch that why are you wearing THOSE girls’ clothes. I would think a cross dresser would like something a bit more feminine….”

“Well apparently the tomboy look is in these days, face it Kim not every girl wants to dress as girly as you two do. As for why I’m wearing girls’ clothes, they fit better; guys’ sizes don’t work for me. I’m not a cross dresser so I picked the most boyish stuff they had. As for why I need to do that, I’ll tell you AND Yuki in a bit, not fair to leave her out of this.”

Once we got in the caravan Yuki asked if I was OK and what the deal with my situation was. I told her that I would be staying here and that Miss Karen would chaperone us. I also told them I was sorry that I forced them to share a room after the euphoria that they would have the entire caravan to themselves. They told me not to worry about that and it would be fine, but soon Kim got back on my case about what was going on with me, she was really curious now and wanted to know.

“OK I’ll tell you, both for Kim’s sake as my mental health; I don’t think I can handle Kim like this for an entire week. However my issue is better shown than told, just give me a few minutes to change and get some stuff.”

I got my suitcase and went to my room to take out one of my bras. I figured that undoing my binding and showing that I had breasts would be the best way to start. However when I opened my suitcase it wasn’t what I was expecting, yes there were bras in there but also a variety of skirts and dresses and, more importantly, none of my pants. The very unladylike curse words I yelled at seeing this drew the attention of Kim and Yuki, them quickly knocking on my door.

Yuki: “Are you OK in there, it sounded like you got hurt?”

“Yeah I’m fine, physically at least. I wanted to show you in a different way but this might get the message across even better, you can come in now.”

Author's notes: Sorry for calling this chapter short, I originally wanted to clear the entire "coming out" so to speak in this chapter, but the building up to it took too much time to write so you'll have to do with a cliffhanger for now. I might get the next chapter out sooner, but no promises. Also comments are very much appreciated, as is constructive critisism. Also if someone can tell me how to properly order the chapters, that would be very much appreciated.

I got my suitcase and went to my room to take out one of my bras. I figured that undoing my binding and showing that I had breasts would be the best way to start. However when I opened my suitcase it wasn’t what I was expecting, yes there were bras in there but also a variety of skirts and dresses and, more importantly, none of my pants. The very unladylike curse words I yelled at seeing this drew the attention of Amy and Yuki, them quickly knocking on my door.

Yuki: “Are you OK in there, it sounded like you got hurt?”

“Yeah I’m fine, physically at least. I wanted to show you in a different way but this might get the message across even better, you can come in now.”

Selene chapter 3

“So Alex, you OK, what made you so upset?” Yuki started

“Well if you look at the bed you can see why I might be a tad angry.”

Kim: “It’s a suitcase full of clothes, what’s wrong with that?”

Yuki: “OMG, look closer doofus, these aren’t his clothes, he got the wrong suitcase at the airport! I’m so sorry Alex, I can see that this is going to be an issue what with the dress codes and all.”

“Sadly you’re only half right, yes it’s going to be an issue but this is my suitcase, or rather these are my clothes. My mother in her infinite wisdom has deemed it alright to switch my suitcase filled with trousers for this one filled with skirts, what the heck am I supposed to do now? I can’t wear this!”

“I dunno, they look fine to me.” Kim says holding up a long flower patterned pink sundress. “You mind if I borrow this sometime?”
“You can have that thing if you want, can we focus on the big issue here? I can’t wear this the other guys would totally ridicule me, and I can’t not wear this because of the stupid dress code thing, the shorts I’m wearing now are too short. I have to sit out half the trip at this rate!”

I was starting to get a bit frantic here as Kim seems completely oblivious to what problems this might cause.
As Kim left for her room with the dress Yuki, seeing I’m having a mild panic attack by now, grabs my arm and gently leads me to the sofa and gets me a glass of water. “OK Alex, take a deep breath and calm down, we can think of something but first I would really like to know why your mother would do such a thing to her own son?”

“Mom always wanted a daughter…” I said silently

“So? A lot of women do, but this is the first time I heard of one pushing her son into it. OMG is that why you look like that, is she feeding you hormones!?” Yuki responded in anger.

“WHAT! No, nononono it’s not quite that bad. See she really wanted a daughter and when I was born and wasn’t she sunk into a depression. Apparently it had something to do with a hormone surge during the last stage or something. Anyway she never pushed me into this until “these” happened.” As I said those last few words I reached under my shirt to undo the bandages that held my C-cup breasts flat. When I pulled out the bandages from underneath my shirt Yuki’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and Kim returned at that moment from her room wearing the pink abomination.

Kim: “Thanks so much for the dress Alex, are you sure you don’t want it, I think it would suit you too, at least better than the stuff you usually wear.”

“Kim! Have you really forgotten I’m a boy or are you messing with my head right now, if the latter please do me a favour and get out before I say something I might regret.”

Kim is a bit taken aback by this and responds “What do you mean you’re a boy, a few minutes ago you said yourself that you were a girl.”

“What? No I didn’t when did I say that?”

Kim: “Just now when we were outside, you said you weren’t a crossdresser despite wearing girls’ clothing, ergo you’re a girl.”

“How does that even… sigh, never mind well spotted. Changing the subject, don’t you spot anything different about me right now? Speaking of which, Yuki! Eyes up here!” I yell at Yuki who has been staring at my breasts for all this time and I could swear she was almost drooling. I used my arm to cover them (I wasn’t wearing a bra and only a thin shirt after all). This seems to snap Yuki out of her trance.

Yuki: “Sorry about that Alex, but you can’t blame me for being surprised at you having those. They’re even bigger than mine for pete’s sake. But why do you have them if your mother hasn’t been feeding you hormones?”

Kim: “Am I missing something here? Alex is a girl, she obviously grew them during puberty, the question should be why on earth she wanted to pretend to be a boy all this time. Especially since she wasn’t fooling anyone.”

Yuki: “What do you mean Alex is a girl? Alex has always been a boy even her… I mean his passport says he’s male.”

“You’re both right actually. Legally I’m male, for now at least. But for all practical intends and purposes I might as well be female. It’s going to take a bit of a biology lesson to explain this properly but here’s the short version. I was born male but puberty decided to go the female route without my permission might I add.”

Yuki: “So you’re intersex, and this is completely natural?” I nodded. “Ok it’s good that your mother hasn’t caused this but couldn’t the doctor’s do something about this, like give you testosterone shots, or did your mother prevent you from seeking medical help?”

“Oh she raised a fuss alright. She didn’t take well from what she saw as the best thing that has ever happened to her being taken away again. But I did see the doctor; it’s just that they can’t do anything about this.”

Kim: “Firstly why are we blaming Alex’ mother? Secondly what do you mean the doctors can’t do anything about this? I saw something on TV about women who want to be men taking testosterone and it worked quite well, they were quite hunky.”

“Yuki jumped to conclusions about my mother because she stranded me in Rome without any male clothing because I wasn’t dressing girly enough for her tastes. As for the medical thing, testosterone doesn’t work for me, my body ignores it. They could pump my body full of the stuff and it wouldn’t do a thing, in fact that’s how this got discovered in the first place. My own body was producing such ungodly amounts of testosterone that it was destroying my liver. In the end they had to have me castrated. I have to take estrogens now to stay healthy.”

Yuki: “OMG I’m so sorry for you, this must have been hell. Although I must ask, why didn’t you go to the doctor as soon as your, you know, started to grow?”

“That one is because of my mother, I was afraid that she would push me into girlhood, not completely unsubstantiated I might add so I hid them. Although she clearly wasn’t happy about undoing things, she did allow me to try at least. Of course once it became clear that wasn’t going to work she did start pushing, hard.”

Yuki: “I can’t even imagine what you’re going through but maybe she’s right. At least when it became clear that you can’t look male ever… wouldn’t it be easier to just live life as a woman?”

“I discovered this around four years ago and I’ve long since made my peace by living life as a woman.”

Kim: “So why the guy disguise?”

“Fear, you have no idea how much abuse I’ve suffered for being “gay” or a “sissy”. I just can’t suddenly tell everyone I’m going to live life as a girl from now on. Things would only get worse. I was planning to go living full time as a girl once I went to college. Which brings me back to the current problem, what am I going to do tomorrow?”

Yuki: “Honestly I don’t think that’s true, I mean everyone in our school who isn’t in our class thinks you’re a girl already, and I hate to brake it to you but their “gay” insults are about you being a lesbian. I overheard some girls in the bathroom the other day.”
“Even if that’s true there’s still the people in our class, especially Jordy. It is just much easier to keep up the charade, it’s only a little more over a year to go after all….”

Kim: “A year is long time hon, and I can’t imagine you squishing your boobs is comfortable, maybe you should take this as an opportunity instead. The only guy you really have to worry about is Jordy, and he has to share the caravan with Kelly and the other guys whom I’m pretty sure would all defend you if he were to get nasty about it.”

“Maybe, I’ll think about it. It would be nice to not have to bind anymore… but I’m still afraid this is not a good idea”

“What is not a good idea?!” a voice suddenly says making us all jump up.

Yuki: “Nothing Miss Karen.”

“It’s a long story Miss Karen, and perhaps better explained after dinner.”

Miss Karen: “Yes about that, Mr. Johnson forgot to tell you but shorts or skirts above the knee isn’t allowed in the restaurant we’re going to tonight either. I’ve been going around telling people they need to change before we leave in 30 mins.” With this she takes a better look at what we’re wearing to see if we need to change, Yuki and Kim are told they’re fine, then she gets to me...

Author's notes: So we get the massive infodump out of the way. I can't say I'm too happy about how this flows so if anyone has suggestions, please tell me so I can revise this part. Other comments are also highly appreciated.

Miss Karen: “Yes about that, Mr. Johnson forgot to tell you but shorts or skirts above the knee isn’t allowed in the restaurant we’re going to tonight either. I’ve been going around telling people they need to change before we leave in 30 mins.” With this she takes a better look at what we’re wearing to see if we need to change, Yuki and Kim are told they’re fine, then she gets to me...

Selene Chapter 4

After taking a look at me Miss Karen shakes her head and says in a disappointed tone “Alex, out of all the people here I wouldn’t have thought that you off all people would be dressed so inappropriately. If you’re not going to bind at the very least wear a bra, or an undershirt even. Go change, we’ll talk afterwards.”
At this I try to say something but Miss Karen interrupts me before I can get a word out. “Whatever it is you have to say Alex, it can wait until after you’ve changed.”

With that I went to my room, still silently fuming over the unfairness of it all. Well at least Miss Karen wouldn’t have any right to say something about me wearing a dress, after all she just made me change without waiting for an explanation. She was right about one thing though, I really needed that bra about now so that was the first thing I fished out of “my” suitcase. After donning said undergarment I began digging through my suitcase in search of something not overly frilly or girly.

I had to give some credence to mum though. While she basically insisted I wear female garments, she wasn’t pushing any particular styles and would allow me to pick my own style to suit my tastes. As a result the suitcase was filled with tons of different styles ranging from Goth to Disney Princess. Neither style was really my thing so I continued looking before finally settling on a purple dress with white flower embroidery and short sleeves. It was very similar to the dress I gave Kim earlier but at least it wasn’t pink. Wait a second! Apart from the colours used it’s the exact same dress. A plan was finally forming in my head and if I played my cards right I might get out of this with only mild teasing. Of course I would still never hear the end of it but this way it would be more good natured.

I quickly slipped it on and checked for any cleavage showing. Fortunately it had a high neckline so I wasn’t, which was a good thing since my entire plan depended on passing of my breasts as stuffing. I grabbed a purse from the suitcase as well and put in my passport, public transport card, wallet and medical papers just in case. After brushing my hair in a bit more feminine style I went out to the living area to meet a shocked Miss Karen.

“Alex! What on earth are you wearing?”

“A dress, I figured that much would be obvious.”

“Don’t get smart with me young lady.. eh man.. eh whatever. I obviously meant why you are wearing a dress.”

“It was the only thing I had that complied with the dress code (and wasn’t hideous I muttered under my breath), I tried to warn you but you told me to change first.”

“But why do you have that dress in the first place, if you wanted to come out you should have told the teachers so we could better ensure your safety.” Miss Karen was actually sounding concerned when she said this.

“Look, this wasn’t exactly my idea, my mother switched my suitcase without my knowledge and now I’m stuck with skirts and dresses for the entire trip.”

Looking at Miss Karen’s face it seems like a lightbulb went on inside her head. “Your mother you say? Well that certainly explains some things from the last parent-teacher meeting….. Anyway are you sure you want to proceed with this, couldn’t you just borrow a pair of pants from one of the guys?”

I shake my head at this. “No, I considered that option but then I realized that no one would bring more than the one pair required because of the summer heat. Besides none of them would fit me anyway.”

“I see, so what are we going to tell the others? I would advice telling them we’ll tell them after dinner, and the truth at that. That way Mr. Johnson and I can discuss how to handle any unruliness resulting from this.”

“No I’m not ready to tell the truth just yet, I have thought of something else though and depending on how well they take that story I might tell the truth later. Basically the plan is to say that my suitcase got misplaced and either had to borrow something from Kim or I didn’t get to eat tonight except maybe a fast-food burger while being all alone here.”

Miss Karen sighs a bit at this but replies with. “You know I don’t like lying, but in your case I can understand being a bit reluctant to tell everything right away. You do however realise that most guys would have taken the burger option and you would have to explain your choice to them right? I can’t help you with that, although if they step over the line you tell me immediately.”

“Yes I realize that but I need to know how they’d react to this before I commit myself to something more permanent, and yes I will.”

After these last words Yuki comes up to me and says. “You know, I think you’re very brave for doing this, you want us to lay it on that we dared you into this? That might help.”

“No that won’t be necessary, however it would help if you confirm that this was your idea and that I didn’t come up with it myself. Also Kim why are you staring like that, is it something I’m wearing?”

“Yes, it’s like something is missing… can’t really put my finger on it though.”

“Make-up maybe?” I reply.

“YES! You really need to wear some for a night out you know.”

“No I don’t, besides I don’t have any and it’s unsanitary to borrow. However if you have matching nail polish I’ll grant you that much if it’s so important to you. Has to be quick dry though, we’re leaving in 10.”

At this her face lights up as if it were Christmas. “REALLY!! I have just the shade, let me go fetch it real quick.” As she runs off to her room.

Meanwhile I try to steel myself for confronting the others in a bit. Dinner is sure to be interesting at least.

Author's Note: And again a short chapter, sorry about that but I still have no idea how to write everybody's else's reactions to this. Next chapter is going to be a great mess to write, but hopefully good to read. As always comments are highly appreciated and I could also use some instructions as to how to tag this story with more than one keyword per area. I have only just noticed that from the keywords I used only one sticks....

So hopefully have a fun read and let me know what you think.

Meanwhile I try to steel myself for confronting the others in a bit. Dinner is sure to be interesting at least.

Selene Chapter 5

When we got to the gathering spot at the park’s entrance I wasn’t greeted with wide spurred eyes and spit takes like I expected. That could mean one of two things, either they didn’t notice me yet or me showing up in a dress was completely within their expectations. Not sure which I’d prefer. Of course Kelly did recognise me, knowing my mom’s antics and all. And because he wasn’t exactly known as a ladies’ man, him casually walking up to me and starting a conversation drew the attention of the others and I got the wide eyes and spit takes I expected.

Kelly: “Hey, are you in that outfit because of that guy earlier, or because of your mom?”

This is what I like about Kelly, no long explanations needed, he’d just get to the single point that he doesn’t know yet, everything else he just seems to deduce, it’s almost scary even.

“My mother switched my suitcases.”

Kelly nodded knowingly, no other information needed.

Kelly: “Man that sucks, so what’s the official story?”

“Suitcase got lost at the airport, had to borrow stuff from Kim. What’s the reaction from the others to me being denied access to the guys’ caravan?”

Kelly: “Well Jordy has been driving us crazy with how he knew you were a girl all along. I’m afraid that nothing short of allowing him a very close inspection of your nether regions will convince him otherwise. The others aren’t so sure but they’re not fools either, they know something is up. A guy doesn’t get to share with the girls just for looking girly.”

“Ugh Jordy has always been a pain, he can think whatever he wants to. As for the other thing, it seems that I DID get to share with the girls just for looking girly. Of course Mr. Johnson wouldn’t allow it without Miss Karen also present but that other guy had no idea of my medical details.”

Kelly: “Really? That’s pretty dumb.”

“Yeah, but it seems that if the other guests got the impression a boy was sharing with the girls it would be bad for business so he barred me from sharing with you. For the same reason he had no issue with me sharing with the girls, provided that the other guests don’t clue in I’m a guy at least.”

Kelly: “Well no danger of that happening with you dressed like that”

“Yes, that’s at least one good thing to come out of this mess, the other is getting a room for myself alone.”

By this time the others came out of their shock and started to ask questions, however it’s this time that Mr. Johnson showed up telling us out bus was arriving and we had to be fast if we didn’t want to miss it. The bus ride was fairly boring, except everybody was whispering to each other what might be the big deal here. It was too noisy to make out the entire conversations but certain snippets stuck out and slightly worried me.

“That bitch” (What, why?) “No fair” (I know it’s not fair to me, but why is this not fair to you) “Dude she’s a guy” (thank god someone believes me) “I’d hit that” (Eww, eww, eww, I’d like to know who said this so I can avoid them in the future) “Well didn’t see that coming” (I know, right) “Uhuh, no way those are fake” (WAIT WHAT!?)

This could be bad, someone picked up on the fact I wasn’t wearing rolled up socks underneath this dress. I had to find her and silence her before this got out of hand. By concentrating on that line of talk I managed to isolate the culprit, Angela. Problem is she’s the biggest gossip in the entire school, I’m doomed, but why did she think my boobs are real. I need to talk to her and fast. Fortunately it’s about this time that we arrive at the restaurant.

After we’re seated and our orders are taken I see Angela walk to the bathroom, thinking that this might be my chance I stand up too and follow her. After I enter the ladies I notice that Angela has already entered a stall, now I could wait for her, but I really need to go anyway. After finishing my business I notice Anglea is reappearing her make-up, I go and wash my hands right next to her and she notices me.

Angela: “Oh hi Alex, just the girl I wanted to see. Could I have a quick word with you?”

Oh shit, she’s the one taking the initiative. I have to be careful here or she’ll walk away with way more information to spread around than I want her to.

“Sure, honestly I would have been surprised if you didn’t have questions. So shoot.”

Angela: “So what’s the deal with that getup? If I were to believe Jordy you always were a girl and that Italian guy caught you and made you dress like a proper woman. I know that’s total BS but I also don’t believe that you put on that dress for shits and giggles like some of the other guys are saying. So what gives?”

“My suitcase got lost so I had to borrow something from Kim or go hungry.”

Angela: “Uhuh, no way. Had you told me you WERE wearing that dress for shits and giggles I MIGHT have actually believed you..”
“But you just said...”

Angela: “I said that I didn’t believe it when the other guys told me, coming from your mouth it’s something different. I also have a knack for knowing when people lie to me, and that just now was a lie and I didn’t even need my special talents to know that.”

“Oh come on, it’s a totally plausible story, what gave me away?”

Angela: “First of all thanks for confirming it was a lie, I wasn’t exactly sure just now.”

“You bitch, you set me up!”

Angela: “You’re just too easy to play with, but while I wasn’t exactly sure there most definitely are hints that your story just now was made up. For starters there is no way that Kim would own two of the same dresses, secondly Kim would NEVER wear purple and last but not least you have bigger boobs than Kim, or Yuki for that matter. There is no way you’re wearing one of her bras filled with socks, it doesn’t work that way. Now if you wore that dress as a prank that would explain away all these things, you’d also have your own bra with fillings in order to pull it off. I have given several opportunities for you to claim it was a prank, you didn’t take them. So why do you have a bra of that size with you? It wasn’t a prank so I can only conclude that you need it for some reason.”

“Geez when I went in here I expected questions, not the bloody Spanish Inquisition. But fine you win, just not here, if we spend any more time in here the others will start to wonder what we’re up. I’ll talk to you after dinner.”

Angela: “Works for me I’ll go with you to your caravan, see you later.”

With that she walks off leaving me emotionally drained and a wreck, how the hell am I supposed to get out of this mess? Good thing I wasn’t wearing make-up or I would have some bad raccoon eyes right now, now I just need a tissue to dry my eyes and return to my seat. This day certainly can’t get any worse.

Author's note: And this is were Alex' live goes to shambles... maybe. I'm also going to make this a bit of an interactive story by letting you guys decide what Alex should do next. I have several scenarios in my mind myself, but I'm not really happy with any of them, and considering that this is a site with tons of writers a suggestion from you guys might be the inspiration I need. You will get credited of course. You can send suggestions by pm or down in the comment box till next Saturday, best idea wins.

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