I went into mom and dads room. Sitting on the bed. Still crying. What do I do? What will happen to me. Will they put me in foster care since there are no relatives.

“Wait, Aunt Carman.” Moms sister. None of the other family members know, other than Sarah but I have been talking to her. Aunt Carman is Mom's twin sister. Mom had said, She had got into drugs and alcohol. Mom doesn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. It is like she never had a twin sister.

But Aunt Carman has been clean and sober for 7 years. Goes to NA and AA meetings. She had joined the Navy just after getting clean. Carman is a bad ass. She was even in the Navy. She got hurt in Afghanistan and was medically discharged.

I met Aunt Carman purely by accident. I had gone to the Point shopping center to see the latest Call of Duty. I literally ran into her when I left.

I came out the door not looking and ran right into a lady. She had knocked me over. She lifted me to my feet.

“Sorry, Mom.” I said when I saw who thought it was. I knew Mom was a twin but Mom had said her twin sister had died.

“Excuse me, you must be mistaken. I don't have any children.”

“But you look like my Mom.”

“Robert?” She asked me.

Yeah, that is my name. If you don't know me how do you know my name?”

“Your Mom is Caren Dunkirk?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Are you my Aunt Carman?”

“Yes, I am Carman Southridge.”

“Mom said you where dead.”

“ Caren would tell you that.” Aunt Carman told me her whole story.

It was terrible what Mom did to her twin sister. I found out she actually lived about 5 blocks from us.

“Robert, I would love to have you come visit me.” She handed me her business card. She was a Real Estate agent. Specializing in Commercial properties. We have been friends for a year and a half. I go to her house at least once a week.

Aunt Carman will know what to do. Using the house phone in Mom and Dads room I dialed her number from memory.

“Hello” Aunt Carman sounded skeptical. I always called her on my cell phone. Maybe she thought it was mom going to lay into her for seeing me.

“Aunt Carman, Help.” I cried. “Everybody is dead. Mom, Dad, Sarah, Sam and Jessica. They are all dead.”

“Robbie, Where are you, What happened?”

I told her the short version of what happened. What I saw. Everything. The line went silent.

“OK, I am on my way over. Is Sarah's phone with her or in her room.”

“Unless it is charging she keeps it with her.”

“Go check if it is.”

I went to Sarah and Jessica's room. There it was on her dresser charging. Going back to the phone.

“Aunt Carman, It was charging. I've got it.”

“Good. I am backing out. I will think on my way over and call you on her phone.”

“OK, please hurry. I am scared.”

“everything will be alright. I will call you.” she hung up.

I had told Sarah about seeing Aunt Carman and she started to too. I carefully went down stairs and waited by the back door. Clutching Sarah's phone. I almost jumped out of my skin when Aunt Carman called.

“Robbie, I am pulling in your driveway now. Meet me at the back gate.” I heard a car pull in. I went to the gate and waited. Carman came up to the gate.

“Robbie, are you OK?” She asked.

All I could do is shake my head.

“OK, I figured out what we are going to do.”

“Uh huh.” I whispered.

“You wait in my car. I will get the things we need and join you.”

I went to her Mustang. She had a 1970 Mustang Mach 1 Fastback. I waited and waited. I was getting scared. What if those guys came back. It was almost half hour before she came back carrying two of mom and dad's suit cases. She put them in the back seat and we left.

“Robbie, I'm afraid that you will not be able to come back to this house. Once the police are notified they will investigate. Then the news will get a hold of it. Saying there was one survivor. Who wasn't home at the time of the murder. She was with her aunt at dinner. Hopefully the ones who did this will think she had no knowledge of it.”

As we drove down her street. “Aunt Carman, Why are you saying she? Sarah was the one who was killed.” I began hearing sirens. I saw 2 fire trucks drive past Aunt Carman's street.

“To protect you from who ever did that. You are going to become Sarah Michelle Dunkirk. You are going to be a girl. You would have been murdered with the rest of your family and burned in the fire. That they set.”

I'm going to what?” I was confused. Aunt Carman pulled into her driveway putting her Mustang in the garage next to her other car. A Ford Taurus SHO.

Shutting off her car she turned in her seat, to look at me. She took my hand gently.

“Robbie, Like I said, you will need to become a girl. That is the only way I can protect you is to actually hide you.”

“I don't know if I can do that.”

“OK, Fine. I guess I will take you down to were that guy you saw was murdered. I'm sure they will find you shortly and take care of you.” Aunt Carman turned back to start her mustang, again.

“Aunt Carman, What are you doing?” I said in a panic.

“Since you don't want to hide. Might as well take you downtown, Right now, no use dawdling around. As Grandma used to say. Maybe they will do it quick.”

“Aunt Carman wait. Don't you love me.”

“Yes, Robbie I do, that is why you must become the girl. To hide you. But you don't want to become a girl. So I don't want to be killed as well. So, I'll take you back downtown.”
Aunt Carman started the car, put it in reverse and turned to back out of her garage.

“Aunt Carman don't”

She stopped and looked at me. “So live or die. It is your choice.”

I knew she would take me back. Her nephew or not. I had to decide and quick.

“I want to live.” I finally said.

“Good choice, Robbie.”

As Aunt Carman turned off her car.

“Robbie isn't here, I am Sarah.” I said softly.

“Lets get in the house, young lady. We have work to do.”

Aunt Carman's house was almost twice as big as our house. She even had a hot tub. Everything in her house was clean and tidy. With her working so hard. She has a housekeeper come twice a week to clean, and do her wash.

“OK, You can have the spare bedroom. I have my room and my office in the other two.”

Aunt Carman's spare room was bigger than my room at home. She had me wheel the two suitcases to my new room. I tried to put them on my bed. But they where two heavy. My aunt picked them up with ease. I am only 9.

“Well young lady get your clothes out and put them away.” Aunt Carman said referring to the dresser in the room. “Then get changed into your Pjs it is getting late.”

“OK,” I said dejected. Like the whole world has dumped on me. Well it has. My family is dead. I opened the suitcases. They were full of Sarah's clothes, looks like every piece of clothing Sarah had. Aunt Carman must have just dumped her drawers in here.

“Sarah,” Aunt Carman called. “Please put away your clothes neatly, not like Robbie does.”

“OK” I called back. I wanted to say. I'm not Sarah I am Robbie. I knew she would drag me out to the car and take me downtown and drop me off. So, each piece was carefully folded before I put it in the drawer. I put Sarah's or should I say, my underwear and socks in the top drawer. Including pantyhose and tights. I put my Pjs in my top drawer also. The next drawer was my shorts, skirts, and T-shirts. God Skirts. I'm going to have to wear skirts. The second from the bottom was pants, and jeans. By the time I got to the bottom of the second suitcase. It was hanging stuff. Dresses mostly. A couple of jackets.

It took me just over an hour to get it all put away. I may have done it quicker but I was crying the whole time. Finishing I sat on the bed. After a minute I just fell over crying my eyes out. My family is dead. I should never have went to that game alone. I had thought I could find the right buses. But didn't and wound up in this situation. Where I am to be my twin sisters sister, and to live like a girl.

I felt a hand gently on my back. It was Aunt Carman. I didn't even hear her come in. She rubbed my back. In a soothing voice. “Robbie, it will take some work and courage from the both of us. But we will get though it. Please trust me.” turning to look at her.

“That is why I called you.” I sniffled. “I knew you would help me. I don't know if I can be Sarah.”

“I will help you be the girl you need to be. While it may not look like it. I was 9 once.”

“Do you think I can do it. Be Sarah?”

“With my help, yes.”

“OK, I will become my twin sister.”

“Well, go ahead and get into your Pjs, Sarah. Then come into the living room. I will get some Hot Chocolate. For us.”She hugged me, and left.

I was able to stop crying some. Looking in the top drawer. I found only what I think are called babydoll nighties. None had any bottoms. I have seen both Sarah and Jessica wear them. They just wore underwear for bottoms. That means I will have to wear girls panties,yeah.

I picked out a purple babydoll with flowers. I found panties that kinda matched. They had flowery ruffles on the butt. I just laid them on the bed and stared at them. Finally I began to take my clothes off. My prized mud hens jersey, then everything else, came off. I stood naked. I timidly picked up the top like it was fragile. I took a breath and slipped it on. Then the panties, as I pulled them up. They felt different, but in a good way. Did I just think that. Oh, god.

Once in the correct position. They did feel good, a lot better than my boxer briefs. Embarrassed I went out to the living room. Aunt Carman was in the lazy-boy. I plopped myself down in the couch, like I normally did.

Carman shook her head. “Try that again, Missy.”

I must have given her a look.

“You need to start learning to do things as a lady. You need to sit gently. When you have a skirt or dress on, you smooth it under your butt as you sit. So try it again.”

So I got up and sat down again. Slowly this time.

“that is better.” She said smiling. She went to the kitchen and brought back two mugs of hot chocolate. Handing me mine I took it slowly and set it on the coaster on the side table. Sitting back down she turned the 11:00 news on.

The news started with the story of the guy I saw shot. Next I saw my house, burning. Saying that they are at the scene of a house explosion and fire.

Shortly after Aunt Carman picked up her house phone and dialed.

“Yes, I saw the story on the news about the explosion and fire at a home. That home is my sisters. Yes. My name is Carman Southridge. My sister is Caren Dunkirk. She is married and has 4 children. As far as I knew they were going to be home. My niece Sarah has been staying with me for the last couple of days. She is 9.

“Let me see, Samuel is 15, Jessica is 13, and Robert is 9, She is Sarah's twin. Caren is 36 and is my twin. James, her husband is 38. Yes, we will stay up. If need be.” Aunt Carman gave the person on the phone her address and phone number. She thanked the person and hung up.

“They are going to relay the information to the on scene officers, one will be over shortly. So, this is important. You must become Sarah. As soon as the officer is in the house. You ask about your family. Where your family is, are they safe. You need to sound panic-ed. Like you are worried about them.”

“OK, I'll try.”

“You need to more than try. You need to sound convincing. Now, any bad news which there may be. You start crying, Then grab me in a hug.”

“OK, Aunt Carman. Can I put on something over this,”

She nodded. “There is a robe in my bedroom.”

“Thanks” I found the robe and returned to the living room.

We heard a vehicle pull up in the driveway. Shortly there was a knock on the door. Aunt Carman opened it and conformed it was the police. She led them in.

“This is my niece, Sarah Dunkirk.” Carman said. As two officers came into the living room.

“Hi,” I said. “Where is my Mom and Daddy. Is my brothers and sister alright?”

The lady officer came over an sat on the couch. “I am sorry to tell you this. But your family is dead. They all were in the house when it exploded.”

“What????” I cried and jumped up to hug Aunt Carman. The tears were not fake. I am still upset about what happened.

“What happened?” Carman asked.

“Well, Ma'am.” the other officer started a male. “Looks like it was a gas explosion. The fire Captain says that the whole house was saturated with natural gas. It wasn't a small explosion. The firemen found the bodies in the rubble. We are truly sorry. Here.” She handed me a stuffed rabbit.

Through my tears, I gently took it. Thannnkkssss” I said in a teary shaky voice. I hugged that bunny to my chest.

“Sarah, we won't be needing you for anything else. If you like you can go to bed.” The female officer said.

I just shook my head.

Aunt Carman looked at me. “OK, you can stay here and watch some TV. Just keep the volume low.

“OK,” I said nodding.

I took the TV remote from Carman's side table. I sat back down on the couch. I did it lady like. I channel surfed a little finally finding something that interested me. The old series M.A.S.H reruns. The only thing decent to watch.

Next thing I am waking up in Aunt Carman's spare room. Thinking,was all that a bad dream. Are my parents and siblings OK.

Once I threw back the covers, I knew it was real. I was still wearing Sarah's purple baby doll nightie. I had to go, so I made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the door. I heard Aunt Carman call. “Sarah, remember you are a girl now and have to sit down to use the bathroom.”

“OK” I called back. I decided that she couldn't see me pee. So I peed standing up as normal.

Finishing I looked in the mirror. With the Pjs I was wearing. I looked like a girl I looked like my twin sister. I looked like Sarah. We were almost identical With one exception I have a wienie.

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I headed to the front of the house. Aunt Carman was in her chair, cup of coffee in her hand. She was wearing a gray and white sleep set.

Turning to me, she had a mad look on her face. Just like Mom's you are in deep trouble look. Dad calls it the Mom look. What had I done? I didn't know.

“Well, Missy. What did I tell you to do after you closed the bathroom door?”

“to use the bathroom like a girl should, sit down.”

“Alright, did you?”

“uh huh.” I lied.

Raising an eyebrow. “OH, You did, did you.” I nodded. “then why did I hear the tinkle in the toilet.”

My eyes got big. “I'm sorry, Aunt Carman. I didn't think it would matter if I was alone.”

She motioned for me to come over to her. “To make sure you are seen as Sarah. Not a boy in a dress. You need to do everything like a girl. At all times. One mistake or slip up. Could mean a hole right here.” She poked me in the forehead.

Head down, “I'm sorry.”

With a sly smile, “OK, no more. Go on, there's eggo's in the toaster.” She gently swatted my butt. As I headed into the kitchen for breakfast.

As I ate, Aunt Carman did a couple of things. Once finished I thought I am now a girl. I should wash the dishes. That is what I did. Washed the dishes and placed them in the drainer to dry.

Coming back into the living room. Aunt Carman had gotten dressed. It wasn't her usually business casual. It was just casual.

“It is Monday don't you have to work?”

“I took the day off to be with my niece. Help her get trough this terrible time.”

I had almost forgotten. Aunt Carman is all I have left the rest of my family is dead.

It made me tear up and start crying again. I sat down on the couch put my head on the armrest and cried. I must have cried for 10 minutes. Looking up Aunt Carman was next to me.

“You needed to do that. I was waiting for you to start. It is OK.” She put her hand on my back.

“Go ahead and get dressed, I laid out an outfit to wear on your bed.”

“OK,” I went into the bathroom. My eyes were red and puffy. Tearful eyes. Splashing water on my face helped. I went to my room. Once I saw what Aunt Carman wanted me to wear. Sarah's tight black yoga shorts, a pink Minnie Mouse tank top. Another pair of panties lay next to them.

Taking a long deep breath. It was for my safety, I had to hide from whom ever killed my family. As I took off my babydoll hanging it up. My panties were next. I laid them on my bed. I pulled on my Princess Jasmine panties. Did I actually call them mine. OK, they are now. I slipped on the Minnie tank top. Then put on the shorts, yeah they were tight they hugged my body. I however had one slight problem. My wiener, it was a bump on the crotch of my shorts. I know enough that girls don't have that. I pushed it down between my legs. It got rid of the bump.

I slipped on the sandals that were on the floor under my clothes. I went back into the bathroom to see how I looked. Other than my eyes which were starting to return to normal I looked like Sarah. I made a couple of faces that Sarah made. Especially the one she used on Dad to get her way. Yeah, I can do it almost perfectly.

I joined Aunt Carman back in the living room. She had something in her hands and was shaking it.

“Fingers,” She said. I stuck out my hands spreading my fingers. “Perfect, now hold them there.”

It was nail polish she was shaking. She did my finger nails, then my toe nails in a light pink. She looked at first my right side then my left.

“We need to get your ears pierced. A girl needs her ears pierced.” She commented. Jessica had insisted that we get Sarah's done when we turned 5. saying it is the girl thing to do. “That is another thing we need to get done when we are out today.”

“Out today. You want me to go out dressed like this?” I said.

“We ARE going out today. I am not going to let you stay inside the rest of your life, Miss Sarah.”

“What if someone sees me?”

“So, they will see Sarah. Remember Robert is dead. He died with the rest of your family in that explosion last night. Sarah was staying with me for the weekend.”

“Well OK, but can we go to Sylvana. So, hopefully no one that knows either one of us.”

All of the sudden the phone rings, Aunt Carman answers it.

“Yes, this is Ms. Southridge. Mr. Carver thank you for returning my call.

“Oh, yes it is urgent. I need to look into getting custody of my niece.

Well, you heard about the house that exploded last night. That was my sister and her family. My niece was visiting me over the weekend. So she survived. It sounded like Aunt Carman was talking to a lawyer. They talked for a couple minutes then Aunt Carman said.”Please keep me informed.” and she hung up.

Turning to me, “Sarah, you did hear right I am looking to get custody of you. I am the only family you have left. The lawyer I use for my work suggested Mr. Carver. So I left a message for him to call.”

“OK,” I smiled as best I could. I was still upset about what has happened. It is all my fault. If I hadn't gone by myself to that Mud hens game, not gotten on the wrong bus. My parents and brother and sisters would still be alive.

“Well , Miss Sarah are you ready to go?”

“I guess, as I will ever be.”

I followed Aunt Carman out to her Taurus SHO. We left for the store. We talked some on our way. Mostly I just listened. Aunt Carman explained why we were doing this. Along with the finer points of being a girl. I will be able to dress pretty, one thing that was upsetting was when she said about catching a boys eye. I am not attracted to anyone right now. I am only 9.

Aunt Carman told me that I will shortly. Whither I am attracted to boys or girls is alright. She mentioned something about puberty and me not changing to a male but a female. When the time comes.

“I know.” She said as she snapped her fingers. “Call Tabbie”

The car said Calling Tabitha.

“Hello, Carman.” We heard.

“Hey Tabbie. How are things at work?”

“Fine, No problems on your side, all quiet.”

“Great, I maybe in need of your help.”

“OH, What's up?”

“Can we meet for an early lunch. It is important.”

“ Sure, where and when.”

“How about Applebee's on 14th. At 11?”

“Sure, it's a date. See ya.”

“Later,” Aunt Carman hung up.

“you've met Tabitha before. We may need her help. I'm sure she will.”

Confused, “OK”

15 minutes later we pulled into Applebee's. It was 10 till 11.

“Ready?”

Swallowing hard, “yeah, might as well get it over with.” I said.

Softly, Aunt Carman said. “It will be alright. Just think that you are Sarah Michelle Dunkirk, My beautiful niece.”

I nodded, as I got out of the car. I held Aunt Carman's hand as we walked to the door.

“Greetings, Ladies. Welcome to Applebee's. Just the two of you?” The greeter said.

“Actually three.”

“Right this way.” another girl escorted us to a table.

Sitting down, We ordered drinks. We both ordered a Mountain Dew. I looked at the menu. Thinking, 'OK, I am a girl so what should I order?' I decided on a small garden salad. Laying my menu down.

“There she is” Aunt Carman waved. I've met Tabitha at Aunt Carman's before. But I couldn't believe my eyes she was more beautiful than I remembered. She waved back and came to our table. Giving Carman a hug and sitting down. She ordered a iced tea. Her and Aunt Carman looked at the menu a little more. Then set them down.

“Tabbie, You remember meeting Robert my nephew.”

I gave Aunt Carman a shocked look. She put a reassuring hand on my arm.

“However, From now on he is going to be a girl, Sarah.”

“Hello, Sarah.”

“Have you heard of that home explosion last night?”

Tabitha nodded.

“That was my sister and her families house.”

“I'm so sorry,” Tabitha said to me.

After ordering our food. Aunt Carman continued my story. She explained what happened to me yesterday.

She ended, “So, that is why She is now Sarah. I am going to need your help, Tabbie.”

“I would be happy to help. Looks like you have the clothes sorted out.”

“These are my sisters,” I said confused again. Not knowing why Carman would want an others help with hiding me.

“when we go shopping later I am getting her ears pierced, a purse, maybe a couple pairs of new shoes. We girls can't have to many shoes can we. But my real concern is her puberty. Right now, destine for a deep voice, hair and muscles. When we need curves, soft skin, and breasts.”

“What?” I said. “boobies?”

“Yes, Sarah. If you are to be Sarah for the rest of your life. You will need them. Also learn the finer points of being a girl. Most I can teach you, but the part of being a boy turning into a girl is where Tabitha comes in. She is transgender.”

“What? No way.”

Both Tabitha and Aunt Carman nodded.

“I guess that you didn't hear the latest.The guy that you saw killed was killed by the Russian Mob. They are all over the world. I am guessing that while they may think you are gone. But you showing up alive in a few years. Saying that you had hid from the killers. Would bring down a lot of hurt on us.” Tabbie said softly.

“If you are not going to save your life. I will drop you off at the local cop shop and let you fend for yourself. I will start planning funeral arrangements for you. I should have a few days.” Aunt Carman said coldly.

“I.........” I had no idea of what to say. It was like a bad dream that I can't wake up from. Either I continue and become a girl for the rest of my life or I'm dead. Pure and simple. I have had these thoughts yesterday but still don't wanna be a girl. But if it will save my life. I guess I have ta.

“Yes” Carman said.

“Can I get a pair of pink tennis shoes. When we go shopping?”

“We will see what we can find. Now on to more urgent things. Getting you to continue being a girl thought puberty.”

“Well I fully transitioned when I was in 9th grade but I do know that you can get hormone blockers, to stop the male hormone. And get estrogen to develop as a woman. You need to get those from a Dr. I can refer you to the Trans center here in town. They can suggest a Dr.” Tabitha said.

“What kind of Dr?”

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“First you will need to see a mental health professional to get diagnosed with gender dysphoria. They will recommend you to a specialist. Who will prescribe the hormones.

“Come on Tabs. I've known you too long even when you where a boy. I know you didn't see any Dr. At first.”

Smiling, “I started when I was 12 just before I hit puberty. I did find a Dr. who prescribed them for me. He monitored the changes.” Tabitha wrote something on a napkin and slid it over to Aunt Carman. “Make sure you tell him I sent you and that the grass IS greener.”

“Sure will.”

“Hey, I gotta run and get back to the office. Keep in touch. Sarah.”

“I will.” I said as I gave her a hug as she left.

Aunt Carman paid the check and we left. Next stop was the Griffin mall. Parking, we went inside. It was huge. I have been by here but never been inside. First stop was the buckle. Where I got my ears pierced, It hurt a little. When I was given a mirror to see how they looked. It wasn't my face in the mirror it was my sisters. I smiled, not a fake one, but a genuine smile. I was being successful in becoming my sister. At least in my facial looks. Now I need to learn to walk, and behave like a girl.

Next was a shoe store, where Aunt Carman bought me a pair of pink/white checked Vans. Also a pair of sandals, and a nice pair of what she called Mary Janes. They even had a 1” heel.

When I tried them on, I asked, “What are these shoes for?”

“School.” is all she said. As I walked out carrying my bags. It then hit me. I am going to have to go to school as Sarah. What about her friends, what about my friends. I started to cry again. I will be loosing my friends. I stopped and just stood there crying. Being Aunt Carman had her hand also on one of my bags I stopped her too.

Kneeling down in front of me, “What is wrong, Sarah.”

“I am losing all my friends, everybody I knew in school.”

“Here,” She moved to a near by bench. We sat down. “Yeah, when Robbie died so did his friendships.”

“OK, Yeah, I am.”

“I need to check on if our house is in the same area as your school. You may have to change schools.”

“That would be just as bad. Getting used to being the new kid.”

“No, Remember you will be the new girl in school.”

“Yeah, that could be worse.” I half smiled.

“It will be as hard as you make it for yourself. Hey, would you like to get your hair and nails done, as a treat.”

“I guess, it will be the first time.”

“Come on,” She hooked her elbow in mine and pulled me down the mall. We walked into a salon.

“I will be right with you ladies.” The receptionist said.

Looking around, I noticed there was a couple girls that seemed my age getting things done.

“How can I help you ladies today.” The receptionist asked.

“I want to treat my niece to hair and nails. She needs it.”

“Sure, We do have an opening. Let me get your name?”

“Sarah,”

“OK, Sarah. Right this way.”

I followed the nice looking lady, towards the back.

“Wendy, This is Sarah. She is getting treated to hair and nails by her Aunt.” The receptionist said to another lady.

“Hello, Sarah. How are you doing today?” Wendy asked.

“Fine” I said. As I sat in the chair.

She spun me around and leaned the chair back. She washed my hair, even massaging my scalp. It felt good.

Turning me around I kind of looked like me but not really. Maybe it was the ear rings but those were just starter studs. Or maybe it was the Minnie Mouse tank top. I looked more like Sarah than I did me. Then again I am now Sarah.

Wendy ran her fingers through my hair. “So what are you wanting to do today?”

I had to think, then I decided, “Something nice for school, please.”

“Sure thing.” Wendy went to work on my hair. I closed my eyes. As she worked.

It took Wendy about 15 minutes to do my hair. She held a mirror at the back of my head so I could see the back. She had cut about ½ inch off kind of evening it out.

“Well what do you think?” She asked.

Smiling, “I love it.”

“Great, I will tell Monica you are ready for your manicure.” Wendy took the cover off and walked away.
“She is ready, follow me, please” I followed Wendy to another room. She introduced me to Monica. Another cute lady. She had me sit down next to another girl, she seemed my age. She was also getting a manicure. By another lady.

Looking over at the girl next to me. “Hi.” I said.

“Hi” she responded. “I love your hair did you just get it done.”

“Yeah, Thanks. My Aunt is treating me.” I said.

“Oh, is it your birthday or something?” She asked.

“No,” I sadly said. “To help me feel better.”

“Sorry for what ever happened. I hope it is helping?”

“It is some. I'm Sarah. By the way.”

“Becky”

Me and Becky hit it off. She was so nice. We talked about everything. I found out she just moved here from Indy. She is so new she didn't even know what school she is going to go to. She was even going into the 4th grade, like me.

My nails looked great, even with the french tip on my short nails. Me and Becky exchanged numbers. I had a smile on my face as I came out of the back. Aunt Carman paid and we left.

As we walked to the car. Aunt Carman asked, “I take it you had a good time?”

“Yes, I did. They did a great job on my hair and nails. I'm going to let them grow. I did meet another girl. She just moved from Indy, She doesn't even know what school she is going into next year.”

“Speaking of schools. Sorry but my house is in a different area. So you are going to Badger Creek Elementary.”

“That is OK, I would hate to see some of Sarah's school friends. So once we go into 7th grade. I will have 3 yrs to catch up.”

Just then Sarah's I mean my phone went off. I had received a text from Becky.

'It was great meeting with u. nice to meet another girl like me. I won't tell if u don't. TTYL. B'

I stared at the phone a couple minutes wondering what she met by the comment 'another girl like me.' Dono, maybe she was there for a pick me up as I was. Hope to find out later.

I texted back, 'Hey, found out I am going to Badger creek el. LMK when you find out. MB, we'll go to Jrhs together. TTL2. S'

“I also got a call from the police. Looks like your family was murdered first then the house blown up.” Aunt Carman told me.

“Well we know that.”

“Sarah, no you don't. You just found out about it.”

I picked up her meaning, “Murdered, everybody.” I cried out then started crying again.

Aunt Carman took my hand and squeezed it. “Sarah, you are safe. I won't let anyone harm you.”

I got to thinking about what happened, I started to get mad inside. It was my fault. But I can't change that. Maybe I can pay them back, some how, someway. But how. Aunt Carman maybe she could teach me how to shoot and fight.

“Where are we?” I asked as we pulled into a kinda office building.

“OH, You have an appointment with Tabitha's Dr. The sooner we start you on hormones the better. As we don't want puberty to sneak up on us and start changing you into a boy. It is easier than trying to reverse it.”

I knew that she was right. “Gosh, I don' want to be an icky boy. Get all hairy and stuff.”

She smiled, “That's my girl.” We go out of the car. And went into the building. The door that Aunt Carman stopped at just had a number on it, 5. She knocked twice and opened the door. We walked into I guess was the waiting room. It wasn't much bigger than our kitchen. A privacy sliding window on one wall with a door next to it. Four folding chairs a plastic plant and a picture hung on one wall.

Aunt Carman motioned me to one of the chairs. She stepped up to the window, Knocked twice again, and waited. A middle aged lady opened the window. I couldn't see anything behind her.

“Yes” She said.

“Tabitha Miller sent us, the grass is always greener.” Aunt Carman said.

“OK,” She disappeared behind a curtain. And opened the door.

“Welcome please come in.” She smiled.

I followed the lady into the back. It looked like a normal Dr. Office. “In here, please.” To me, “Please strip down to your underwear. There is a gown on the table. The Dr. will be in shortly.” She closed the door behind us, leaving.

I hesitated, Aunt Carman sat in a chair. “Well I'm not the one that is seeing the Dr. I know what a girl looks like naked.”

“I am not really a girl.”

“Sarah Michelle, Do we have to go though this again?”

“No” I softly said. I began stripping down. Until I was just in my panties. I slipped on the gown then hopped up on the table. About 5 minutes later a knock came. Then an older gray haired man came in wearing a lab coat.

“Sarah?” He asked. I nodded. “ I am Dr. C nice to meet you. This must be your Mom?”

“No, I am her Aunt.” Aunt Carman said.

Turning back to me. The Dr. started. “From what Tabitha told me. You are like her and need to be the girl you are?”

I wasn't about to say no I am hiding from the Russian mob.

“Yeah, I need to be the girl I am.” I told the Dr. Aunt Carman smiled.

The Dr. was very professional. He check my heart, breathing, reflexes, everything. Closing up my gown.

“Well young lady you seem healthy. Any family problems?”

“Nope.” I said looking a Aunt Carman.

“Oh, Good.” He started. “Well we can proceed a couple of ways. 1:Just keep living as you are. I know you don't want that. Second: We can put you hormone blockers. To keep the male puberty away. Then add female hormones in a couple of years. So that you have female puberty. Lastly, surgery Have breast implants, fat relocation. And remove your penis.”

“defiantly not that. Right now. I think the hormone blockers then the female hormones would be best.” I said.

“99 % of my male to female patients elect that way. I will get you a prescription for the blockers. Just one a day. Gradually increase to 200mg a day. Adding one each week until you are up to the final dosage. Come see me in a month and we will check your blood testosterone level. At 9 it shouldn't be much. For best results it should be close to15 or below.”

“OK, Dr. thank you.”I said.

“Yes, Dr. thank you.” Aunt Carman also said.

“You bet, I'll have my assistant bring that script in for you. You can get dressed”

About 3 minutes later a nurse came in and gave my aunt the proscription. I was just slipping on my shoes.

“Go wait in the waiting room, while I take care of everything.”

Nodding I went to wait. I waited. Carman came out and we headed back to her house. Well I guess it is now my house too, now. Once I got back in the car I looked at my messages. Nothing, I looked over her last message she sent me.

Mmm, what did she mean another girl like her and she won't tell. Maybe tonight I will call her. We stopped at Walgreens on the way to get my meds. Aunt Carman pulled into the garage at about 2:30. I carried my purchases into my room. Unpacked and put them away.

As soon as I finished my phone went off, a text. It was from Becky. She asked if I had done anymore shopping.

'Nah, Just headed home after a stop at the Drs.' I texted back.

'U or your Aunt?'

'Me.'

'U not well?'

'No, I am feeling great. Just a girl thing.' I sent.

'K, you get mones?'

'Mones? What's that?'

'Hormones or blockers?'

'Uh, yes. Just starting blockers.'

'I've been on them for about 16 months.'

'OK. Something personal?' I asked.

'go ahead.' She sent back.

'Are you really a boy?' I asked.

'Only one part but I am girl inside. Like U.'

'U could tell?'

'Ah, yeah. Can't you?'

'N, I though you real girl.'

'Thanks, been working on it for years.'

'So Ur folks OK with it?'

'better be or I'm 6 deep'

'U'd do that?'

':)'

'Y?'

'rather be 6 deep than a boy for life. Same U I bet?'

I had to think about a response to that one. I am being a girl to hide or I would probably be killed. So I guess yeah.

'Me 2.'

':)'

U know what school U go 2?'

'Yeah, can you guess?'

'no light bulb' I sent.

'We are going to the same 1. Badger Creek El.'

EEEEEEEEEK, I squealed loud. 'Cool, hope us in same class?'

'me 2'

Aunt Carman knocked on my door then opened it. “Sarah, are you OK?”

“Yeah, I just found out the girl I met at the beauty shop is also going to Badger Creek.”

“That is great. I just wanted to see if there was any trouble.” She said.

Smiling, “Thanks.”

She nodded and left closing the door behind her.

Back to my phone. 'What street U live on”

'Crowley'

It was the street that Aunt Carman lives on. Now I am living on. 'REALLY?????'

'Yes, Y'

'I live on Crowley 2.'

'no way'

'way 2 bk from Market, 3 left'

'ur Aunt have cool mustang?'

'ah yeah'

'I corner house next bk right'

'wanna come over? U ask I ask. K'

Almost threw my phone down and ran but thought better. I walked into the living room. Looking around no Aunt Carman. Peeked not in the kitchen either. I found her working in her office. She was on the phone.

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I knocked softly on the door. Looking up she motioned for me to come in and sit in an old rocker. I sat as lady like as I could remember Sarah and Jessica did. Feet on the floor, knees together, back straight, hands on lap.

Aunt Carman went on with her call. She glanced over at me. She smiled big. “OK, Mr. Breslien I will contact the owner with your offer. Can you stop by the office tomorrow and sign the offer to make it official.”

“Anytime is fine. If I am not their the secretary will have it. Have a good day, Mr. Breslien.” She hung up.

“I may have just sold the Palmer hotel property.” She held her smile. Turning to me. “You look like a very pretty young lady, Sarah. Sitting there all proper.”

“Thank you, I tried to remember how Jessica and Sarah sat.”

“Well you are doing it correctly. What is on your mind?”

“OH, Yeah. The girl I met at the beauty shop.”

“Yeah”

“We may be in the same class.”

“That would be nice for you.” Aunt Carman said.

“Can I go over to her house?”

“Where does she live?”

“Just down the street. The corner house.”

“OH, I remember Ashlee sold that. Closed about 2 weeks ago. On one condition, Send me a text after you get there and let me know you are OK. Remember take your phone. Be home at 6 or earlier.”

“Yes, Mom.” I said accidentally. She is my mom's twin sister. “I'm Sorry Aunt Carman.”
I put my head down in shame.

She rolled a little over to me. Lifting my chin. With a smile, “That is OK, Sarah. Now go have fun. Remember you are a girl now.”

I smiled, jumped up and gave her a hug. “Thank you”

She nodded as I headed back to my room. I picked up my phone. A message was waiting. It was from Becky, her mom had said yes too. I quickly sent her, 'I can on my way'

I decided to wear my new pink and white Vans. Slipping them on. I grabbed my phone and headed to Becky's house. I slipped my phone in a little mesh pocket my shorts have. I slowly walked down to Becky house. I remembered that mom,Jessica and Sarah all walked slower than dad, me and Sam did. Since I am now Sarah, a girl. I walked slower. I walked with my head held high. A couple of boys where playing catch in a front yard. I saw them stop and watch me walk by.

I had a strange feeling come over me. I felt good attracting their attention. As I got past them I put a little swing in my hips to make my ass wiggle a little more. I had control, it was great.

It took me about 10 minutes to get to Becky's house. Figure I should leave by quarter to 6 to make it, with plenty of time.

'Well this is the first time I am presenting myself to someones Mom. I got ta behave like a lady.'

I knocked on the door. A dog started barking, it ran up to the door. It was a German Shepard. I saw Becky come running up.

“Boxy, stop. It is my friend.” She said as she pulled the dog away.

“Hi,” Becky said with a big smile. She let me in. “thanks for coming over.”

As soon as I walked in, Boxy had to sniff me. I just stood there.

“Jez, dog.”Becky said. “go,” She pointed. “Don't mind her. She is just a sweetheart.”

“Thanks for inviting me over.”

“Come on I'll show you my room.”

I followed Becky up stairs, to her room. With Boxy right behind us. Boxy passed us and went into a room. We followed. It turned out being Becky's room.

“I have to let my Aunt know I got here safe.” I texted Aunt Carman.

“Sorry, She is kind of my dog. She follows me everywhere.”

There were still a couple of boxes on the floor but her room was cool. A pink canopy bed with Disney princesses on the bed spread. A pink dressing table and dresser. On the walls were a unicorn and a hot rod poster. Totally different ends of the spectrum.

Becky saw me looking. “I like cool cars. I wanna build one someday.”

“Cool, I do too.” I said. “You have a cool room. I just moved in with my Aunt.”

“Why, Your folks don't like the idea that you are really a girl inside?”

“My parents and brothers and sister are dead.”

“Bummer deal.”

I teared up a little. I tried hard to not cry but I couldn't. I sat down on Becky's bed. With my face in my hands I cried.

Becky sat next to me. Pulled me to her in a hug. “Hey, It's all right. If you ever want to talk about it I am here.”

“thanks,” I sniffled. “sometime but not now.” through the tears I saw Becky offer me a tissue. I wiped my eyes and my nose.

It took me about 5 minutes to finish. Becky waited. Once I was done.

“How long have you been a girl?” She asked.

“Only a couple of months,” I lied. “since school vaca started.”

“My folks let me dress at home since I was 6 but had to be a boy when I went to out.”

Interested I asked. “So how were you, yea know able to be a girl all the time. Or do you have to go back to school as a boy.”

“Nope, I am a girl all the time. Even when I go to school. That is one reason Daddy took the transfer at his work. We lived in Indianapolis. I felt bad every time I had to do something as a icky boy. Mommy and Daddy saw this. We moved for me.”

“Oh, that is cool.”

“So what about you?” Becky asked.

I thought, I had better not say I am hiding as my twin sister cause I saw something happen and the men who did it. They killed my family and thought they had killed me. So I had to think of something to tell her.

“I have wanted to be a girl as long as I can remember. When I was 4 my big sister dressed me in some of her old clothes. It was a blast. Soon as Mom saw me she got mad. I got my behind swatted. When daddy got home and mom told him I got it again. I was told to never do it again. It wasn't right. Girls are girls boys are boys. A girl can't be a boy and a boy can't be a girl.”

“My sister was grounded for two weeks for doing it. She was just having some fun. She would call me her little sister. But after she wouldn't dress me up anymore. I would beg her to. She said no.”

“I stole some of her old clothes that was to be given away.”

“Really?” Becky asked.

Nodding, :Uh huh. I would dress at night when everyone was asleep. I wore pretty things to bed. Then”

“then, then what happened?”

“I got caught. Dad saw the light under my door. I was wearing a dress. He found all the girl clothes I hid but a pair of panties. I got swatted so much I could hardly sit down. Those panties got worn out I wore them almost every night. I would wash them in the sink in the morning.”

I continued. “I would tell my mom and dad that I was really a girl inside. They didn't believe me, or wouldn't. Just after Christmas two years ago. I would run away to my Aunt Carman's. I would stay a day or two. Then my sister or brother would catch me at school. Drag me home.”

“Oh, Wow. Then what happened.”

“They found out where I was going. Mom called Aunt Carman about me staying with her until I stopped this calling myself a girl. Here I am, A girl. It was just last month”

“But you said your parents and brothers and sister were dead.”

In a sad shaky voice, “They were all killed in that house explosion last night.”

“That was your house.” A voice came from the behind me. Turning I saw a pretty lady a little older than Mom and Aunt Carman.

“Yeah,” I answered in a soft voice.

“I am so sorry that happened.” Becky said. “Oh, this is my Mom. Mom this is my new friend Sarah.”

“I am also Sorry. I saw it on the news last night. Are you doing Okay?”

“Yeah, Aunt Carman has been cool taking me shopping and for my hair cut.”

“If you ever need to talk or anything. Both me and Becky are here.”

“Thank you, Ma'am.”

“Becky tells me that you are transgender like she is.?”

“Yes, Ma'am. I am.”

“You will never have any problems with this household. As Becky, may have told you we are supportive of her.”

“She did, Thank you.” I smiled.

“Well it was nice meeting you.” Her Mom left.

Thinking, I hated telling that lie. What else could I have said. The truth may have put them in danger.

“So, have you thought what you are going to wear for your 1st day at school?” Becky asked.

“naw, I haven't. Have you?” returning the question.

“Me neither. I hoped you would so I could wear somethin like it.”

I just giggled. She started too.

It felt good to giggle like the girl I am. Did I just admit that. I actually kinda like it. The pretty clothes, and the looks.

“Let's look at what you have and see. What where you thinking?” I asked.

“Maybe a skirt and nice top. I always wanted to wear a skirt to school.”

“I hated to have to go to school as a icky boy. Having to do all the boy stuff.”

“It was awful. Mom and Daddy told me that once I went to JR high I could go as a girl. That was before daddy got the transfer.”

“Now we both can go to school as the girls we are. No more having to do the boy stuff.”

“Yeah”

we goofed around looking at Becky's clothes. She and I settled on a dark blue pleated skirt and a white blouse. She looked like one of those english school girls.

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“It was awful. Mom and Daddy told me that once I went to JR high I could go as a girl. That was before daddy got the transfer.”

“Now we both can go to school as the girls we are. No more having to do the boy stuff.”

“Yeah”

we goofed around looking at Becky's clothes. She and I settled on a dark blue pleated skirt and a white blouse. She looked like one of those english school girls.

“Girls?” We heard a call. From Becky's mom.

“Yeah,” Becky answered.

“I just ordered Dominos pizza. Sarah, would you like to stay for dinner.?”

“Yeah, let me check with my aunt.” I said. Pulling out my phone. I called Aunt Carman.

“Hello, Is there anything wrong?” She answered.

“Nope, Becky's mom asked me to stay for dinner. Can I?”

“Yes, You may. Remember your girly manners. Be home by 8.”

“Thank you. I will be home by 8. Bye.” I excitedly said and ended the call.

Turning to Becky, “I can.”

Yelling down the stairs, “Mom, Sarah can stay for dinner.”

“OK, I'll call when Daddy and Tommy get home with dinner.”

“Thanks, Mom.” Becky said.

“Thanks, Mrs. Walker.” I also said.

We sat back on Becky's bed. “Do you play video games?” Becky asked.

“Yeah, Do you have some.”

“It is the families, Come on.”

I followed Becky down to the family room that was toward the back of the house.

“Wow,” Was all I could say as I saw the huge flat screen TV they had.

“Cool ain't it. It is a 70 inch.”

I just nodded. She grabbed two controllers, handing me one. I sat on the couch.

“What kind of games do you like?” She asked.

“Mostly racing, some first person.”

“How about Moto X. It is one that we can play together.”

“Cool,”

Becky got everything ready. Logging in. I knew Sarah had an account on the x box but I only knew her gamer tag. Not her password. I could use my own. When it came time to log in I input TMHfan31, then my password. My gamer avatar was a huge guy that looked like a green gorilla.

Becky giggled at it. “Looks a little like you.” she teased.

I just pushed her over on the couch. Sam and Jessica would tease me about it too. “Maybe since I am able to be a girl. I should change it.” I smiled.

Sitting back up, still giggling. “You could put a pink bow in it's hair. Then It would really look like you.”

For that I pushed her over again, then I sat on her. With a giggle myself.

Just then her mom walked by. “Finally got what you deserved, Huh. Becky” She said.

“Mom, Help me I can't get up.” Becky called.

“Tough you got yourself into it. I'm not going to help.” Her Mom winked at me and smiled. Walking off.

“OK, Sarah. You can get off me, now.”

“Why it is comfortable sitting here.” I smiled.

“Come on get off. Please.”

“Did I hear a please, how about a pretty one.”

“OK, Pretty please with sugar on top.”

Getting off her, I did an arm jerk. “Yes, bonus, I got a sugar coated please.”

“NAH.” Becky stuck her tongue out at me.

I started giggling so much I fell off the couch. In which Becky hogged it all.

“Fine, I'll just sit here.”

“OK, are we gonna play or not?” She asked.

“I'm not the one falling over on the chair.”

The game starts, We both pick our riders and motorcycle color. Since I am a girl now I picked a pink motorcycle, and a blonde female rider. Becky used one already saved. Hers was in Pink and white.

We raced and goofed around for a while. Not sure what time it was. I heard a door open.

A man's voice call, “Girls food is here.”

“Daddy,” Becky squealed and ran to the door.

“How's my pumpkin?” I heard her dad say.

“Great, you like my hair and nails?”

“Very pretty.”He said.

“Looks good Munchkin” I heard another male voice.

“Daddy come and meet my new friend. She is like me.” Becky came leading her dad by the finger.

“Daddy, this is my friend, Sarah. She is in my grade and going to the same school as me.”

“Sarah, This is my Daddy.”

Smiling I said, “Hello, Mr. Walker”

Becky's dad was a big guy. Actually bigger than my dad was. He was dressed in a dark suit. A name tag hung from the pocket. One from the FBI. He was an FBI agent. I was like crap. I bet he knows about the shooting I saw and what really happened to my family. I got a little nervous.

“Come on girls better dig in before Tommy eats it all.” Mrs. Walker came from the kitchen with some paper plates. Becky's brother already had a slice of Pizza in each hand. He just smiled and kept eating.

I sat down at the table, after getting 3 pieces. I was hoping that I didn't look like a pig. But I noticed that Becky had 4 slices. So I didn't feel so bad.

“So Sarah, Do you live close?” Her Dad asked.

Finishing what I had in my mouth. “I live up the street with my Aunt.”

“Are your parents not supportive of your transition?”

Nodding, “They are not, and they are dead. They were killed in that house explosion last night.”

“I am sorry. I heard about that at work this morning.” Mr. Walker said.

“Yeah, it was my Mom, Dad,brothers and my sister.”

“They are still investigating it.”

“That is terrible.” Said Mrs. Walker.

“yeah, it is. How long have you been living as a girl?”

“Not long,” I said. “I am finally able to go to school as the real me this year.”

“That is why I took the supervisor position here in Toledo. So Becky can go to school as her true self too. We, home schooled her most of last year. She was getting bullied way to much. The school wouldn't do much to stop it.”

“I hope we are in the same class, that would be so cool.” Becky said, mouthful of pizza.

“Rebekah Lynn, That is not very lady like. Talking with your mouthful.”

Swallowing, “Sorry.”

“I hope we won't be bullied in our new school.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Don't worry, I will protect my little sister.” Tommy piped up between bits.

“How?” Becky asked. “You are in Jr High.”

“Let me worry about that.” He said.

Becky's Mom and Dad just shook their heads while rolling their eyes. That made both me and Becky giggle.

We finished dinner, I had one more piece, a bread twist and some buffalo chicken. I was stuffed. I couldn't help myself It was so good. We spent the rest of the time in Becky's room. Talking and listening to the radio.

I left about 7:45 to make sure I was able to make it home but 8. Without hurrying. I made sure to take Becky's parents for letting me come over and for dinner. The sun was just about to drop below the buildings as I got to Aunt Carman's or should I say home. Another car was in the driveway. Going in the back door. I found Aunt Carman in the living room talking with Tabatha.

“Hi, Did you have a good time at your friends.” She asked.

“Yeah, I did. Becky is great. I think I found a friend.”

“OH,”

“With her being transgender like me. She likes the same things as I do.”

“That is great, Sarah. I know I found a real friend when I met Carman here.”

“That is good. It is time to get cleaned up. Would you like to take a shower or a bath?”

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“I think I would like a bath.”

“I'll go ahead and get it ready. You get out of your dirty clothes, I put a robe on your bed. Come to the bathroom when you get finished.”

“OK” I headed to my room. Along with the robe, Aunt Carman had put a clothes basket too. Must be for my dirty clothes. I thought. I pulled off my tank top, shorts, panties, shoes and socks.

Looking at my reflection in my vanity mirror. With my hair, and pierced ears I did look like Sarah. That is from the waist up. Once you saw my boy thing, that changed. I slipped on my robe and headed to the bathroom. I walked in just when Aunt Carman was finishing it. She had gotten a bubble bath for me.

“Its ready, hop in.”

I hesitated, I was embarrassed.

“What is wrong?”She asked. “Are you embarrassed? You don't have anything I haven't seen before. And you are a girl so hop in.”

I let out a breath and dropped my robe. I stepped into the warm water. It had a smell to it, a kind of flowery smell. It was nice. Sinking down in the water. It felt good.

Aunt Carman dumped some water over my head. “I'll wash your hair for you.”

I was like OK. I heard the squirt of the shampoo. She massaged it into my hair.

Looking around the tub, I didn't see any soap. I normally just used bar soap. Have like forever.

“Aunt Carman, Where's the soap?” I asked. Then got water dumped over my head a couple of times. I guess rinsing the shampoo.

“Miss Sarah, girls don't use regular soap, we used body wash.” She handed me a scrunchy and a bottle. It said peppermint twist.

“Squirt some on the scrunchy, then get some lather up, and wash everything else.” She said as she put conditioner in my hair.

I did as instructed. I washed everything. By the time I had to move around to get some parts, aunt Carman was finished with my hair. Once finished I rinsed and got out. Looking away my aunt held a towel for me. She handed me a bottle of moisturizer.

“Put that on your wet skin. Then a girl pats herself dry, never rubs. It keeps the lotion on the skin. That is why we smell so sweet after a shower or bath.”

I nodded as I first put on the lotion then dried properly. I wrapped the towel around myself as I have seen Mom, Jessica and Sarah do.

Aunt Carman nodded and smiled. I went to my room to change into my Pjs. Another baby doll. I couldn't find a matching pair of panties. So I just put on a normal pair. I joined my Aunt, and Tabatha in the living room. Not even thinking about it, I curled my feet up to my butt, like a girl would. We watched TV until the early news was on at 10.

As soon as the news started, I knew exactly where the reporter was. They were in front of my house. It was surrounded by police tape. There was still two cop cars out front and a big motorhome parked in the driveway.

The report was there because the cops were still looking into how the explosion happened, except for the front porch nothing was left of my house. The camera showed that both the Carvers and the Yarnells houses were both damaged.

They showed a interview with Mrs. Yarnell. They were watching TV when the house went boom. She was sad about what happened to the rest of my family. Also saying something about poor Sarah, loosing her whole family. That was me.

Again I began to cry. It was all my fault that the rest of my family was gone. I went ta that game, I got on the wrong stupid bus. I was the one who saw that guy killed. I was the one who dropped my phone. The bad guys found it, they went found where I lived. They kilt all of my family. “It was all me,” I hollered at the TV. Pulling my knees to my chest,wrapping my arms around my knees. I started bawling.

Aunt Carman jumped out of her chair. She came over to me. “Sarah, no it is not. It was the people who shot the first guy, it is there fault.”

“You cannot blame yourself for things others do.” Tabatha commented.

Sniffling, “I hope that the ones who did it get caught.” I said.

“I'm sure they will”

“Yeah, your right”I lied. “Will you still continue to teach me how to defend myself. Even if I am a girl.” I asked. Aunt Carman has taught me some Karate. “Can you still teach me how to shoot,too.” I was already planning on getting back at the people who killed my family.

“Yes, I will. But remember that martial arts is for defense only. As far as shooting I will think about it.”

Aunt Carman is a bad ass. I have watched her practice her karate. Plus any chic who tries out for the seals can only be a bad ass.

“OK, young lady. Time for bed. I still need to arrange for someone to care for you during the week while I am at work.”

“Jeaz, I am old enough to be home by myself.”

“No, Everything is new to you. Maybe next Summer.”

“Maybe Becky's mom can. It is only a few weeks till school starts again.”

“I will check with her in the morning. Now off to bed.”

“Good Night, Aunt Carman.”

“Good Night Sarah. Sweet dreams.” Tabatha said.

“Good night, Sweetheart.” Aunt Carman added.

I brushed my teeth and headed to bed.

In the morning Aunt Carman called Becky and talked to her mom. She as cool with me coming over during the next couple of weeks until school started. Of course Becky was jumping up and down at the mention of it.

So, for the next couple weeks until school started. Every morning I would either walk down to Becky's or Aunt Carman would drop me off.

Of course, me and Becky became besties. Best friends. We would play and talk. Her mom took us to the pool twice. It was both our first time in a swim suit. But with both of us on blockers. Neither of us had much down there to have to hide. What little I had Becky showed me how to hide it.

One weekend, Aunt Carman and I went shopping and got a couple swim suits for me. A one piece and a bikini. I really didn't want a bikini, but Aunt Carman made me at least try one on. I did look cute in it, so I got it also. With the testosterone blockers, and eventually female hormones. I was destine to get my curves.

We wound up going to a different pool the second time. After about 15 minutes after being there. I surfaced after a dive. I got the shock of my life. (Well so far) Coming out of the boys changing room was Brian and Curt. Two guys I played little league with. I have known them since t-ball.

'Crap' I thought. Turning around so they couldn't see my face. Those guys will know as soon as they see me that I am Robbie not Sarah. What do I do?

Becky came swimming over to me, “Sarah, are you OK? What is wrong?”

“Those to guys who just came in, I know them they will know that I am not a girl.”

“Oh, Those cute ones?”

“Becky jeez. This can mean life or death for me. Get real.”

“Hey, you look as girly as I do. They won't know.”

“Are you sure?”

“Uh, Huh.” Becky nodded. “Come on let's work on our tan.” She headed for the ladder.

I didn't move.

Just as she was grabbing the ladder. She called over to me. “Come on, Sarah.” She got out.

Well I couldn't stay in the pool forever. So, I followed her. As I got out. I swore I could tell everyone was watching me. I hurried over to the chase lounge we had claimed. I glanced around. Everything was normal, no one watching me. Like Becky, I dried off, wringing my hair; putting it up in a high pony tail.

Becky handed me the sunscreen. I coated myself with it. Mom insisted as Grandpa Southridge died from skin cancer. Once it I was completely covered. Putting on my sunglasses, I lay back.

Me and Becky talked as we baked. All the while I watched Curt and Brian. I saw the look our way. They would talk together and motion towards us. May be they were just checking out the girls.

Just as I was asking Becky to put sunscreen on my back. I saw Curt heading our way.

“UH, OH.” I said quietly to Becky. “Here comes one.”

“Come on girl act normal. We have had plenty of boys come up to us.” She whispered back.

Curt came right up to us. Brian was right behind him.

“Hi.” Becky said.

Looking at me, “are you Sarah Dunkirk?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I managed to say.

“I'm Curt Meyers, I played baseball with Robbie.”

“Oh, I remember you. You were number 14.”

“That is Brian's number, I was 23”

“Oh, yeah. I remember now.”

“Sorry what happened to Robbie, Sam, Jessie, and your mom and dad.”

“Yeah, me too.” Brian piped in.

“Thank you. I miss them.”

“The team still plays at Reynolds park. Stop by if you want I'm sure the rest of the team would like to see you.”

“I will ask my Aunt.”

“Bye,” They both said as the returned to the pool.

“Bye, bye.” I said.

Becky was giggling her ass off. Trying to hold it in.

Looking behind me. “What is so funny?”

“You”

“Me, why?”

“Girlfriend you where so sure those guys would know the old you. Worry wort.”

“Hey a girl can be wrong once in her life.”

“Once, Huh. Your back is done now do mine.” She dropped the sunscreen in my lap.

Once I had done her back we both lay on our stomach to get our backs tan. Again after baking for a bit. I jumped back in the pool. Doing a cannonball right by where Becky was. And yeah. I got her good. She had untied her top to avoid the string lines. She almost gave everybody a show. Not that either of us have gotten anything up top yet. But she had grabbed her top as she jumped up.

“God, Sarah. Thanks a lot.”

“Your welcome” I was able to get out between giggles. Retying her top she did a cannon ball right next to me. Of course It didn't faze me as I was already wet.

As she came to the surface. I splashed her, saying. “Didn't work, I am already wet.”

That got us into a splash fight. Becky won that one. Maybe 15 minutes later Becky's phone went off. Letting us know Becky's mom will be here shortly to pick us up. We got out dried off some. Heading to the locker room to change. Doing as normal we used the back row. Being we are both transgender girls. We changed out of our bikini's and into our regular clothes. We behaved like normal girls. Like we were, just two 9 year old young ladies.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

Once finished we both used the mirror and got our hair just right. Along with two other older girls. We only had to wait a couple of minutes before Mrs. Walker got there to pick us up. Of course we rode in the back, being total goof balls. A quote from Mrs. Walker.

“Thanks, Mrs. Walker for taking us to the pool, we had fun. Right?” I said.

“Yeah, Mom. We even got bikini tans.”

“Great but don't tell your father. I don't think he wants you to grow up too fast. Remember you are his little girl. Will be until the day he dies.”

Becky giggled.

“What is so funny, young lady?” Her mom asked.

“What you said about me being his little girl. When I still have my icky boy parts.”

“Rebecca Lynn Walker, We have already had this talk. We support your transition into a girl. All of us do.”

I just sat quietly. Thinking that I am liking being a girl. The pretty clothes, make up, the hair. I never realized how much fun I was going to have. I smiled.

As soon as we got to Becky's house. We hung up our swim suits to dry. I then began to beat her in Gran turismo. We played until Aunt Carman came to pick me up.

Once home Aunt Carman made us dinner. I cleaned up and did the dishes. One of my chores. We watched TV until it was time for me to go to bed. Now I always wear a baby doll to bed.

We only had a week left of summer vacation. I mentioned it to Aunt Carman the next morning while I ate my blueberry Eggos. “I wish that vacation didn't have to end. I am having so much fun with my Best friend.”

Aunt Carman commented, “good thing we don't live in England. The British kids go to school year round. Only getting 2 weeks off every couple months.”

“Yuck, I would hate that.”

“I would have, too.” We both giggled.

Thinking that Me and Aunt Carman have been getting along good since I came to live with her. She is slowly becoming motherly. She would braid my hair, or fix it real pretty. Run baths for me. Stuff like that. Even when I get sad with my family gone. She helps me. It was pretty bad when we had the service for them. I think I balled for 3 days straight. We didn't have a time when people could come view them. The explosion and fire almost completely destroyed their bodies. Sarah's especially, as it was supposed to be me. Very little remained of Sarah's body. They knew who it was so no DNA test were done.

The service was beautiful. Both me and Aunt Carman wore black dresses. All my families friends came. Even Jessica's boyfriend came. It was at the church my mom took us too. The Reverend did a wonderful service. Both mom and Daddy's best friends spoke, as did Aunt Carman. They asked if I wanted to. I just shook my head. I could hardly talk as it was. Let along in front of people. Tabitha was there to support us. She was around quite a bit.

Mom and Dad had a life insurance policy through Daddy's work. It covered the whole family. I wound up having almost a million dollars in a trust fund for when I turn 21.

Aunt Carman has started teaching me some martial arts and other fighting stuff she learned while in the Navy. I found out she was medically retired with something that happened in the sand box as she calls it.

So the week left was gone before I knew it. Tomorrow was the first day of school. I had gotten a list of things I needed for my class. Neither me nor Becky knew what class we were in. We were hoping the same one. I was so excited I could barely sleep.

I wound up waking up 20 minutes before my alarm went off. I started getting ready, pretty panties, a cool green dress with peter pan collar. And to prepare me for woman hood, I had started wearing a training bra. I felt like a big girl.

I finally realized that I was a girl. With hanging with Becky these past few weeks. It got me to let go of my boy side and embrace my girly side. I was liking it more and more. I slipped on my sandals and headed to the kitchen.

Aunt Carman had just finished breakfast. I sat down next to Tabitha, who had started living with us. I think her and Aunt Carman have something going. But I am not one to judge. However I didn't eat very much as I was nervous.

Aunt Carman noticed this. “Don't worry, Sarah. It will be OK. No one will know you are not a girl unless you blab to someone.”

“I'm not doin that.”I said as I actually ate a little more.

Grabbing my backpack I headed to meet Becky on the way to the bus stop. Which was a block farther down from her house.

Knocking on the door, I heard a come in. Almost as normal since I met Becky and her family. They have become like family too. I actually call Her mom, Mom.

“Morning, Sarah.” Came a voice from the kitchen. Boxy came up and got some attention and left.

“Good Morning, Mom. Is she alive?”

“You bet ready to go.” I heard Becky's voice.

“Then lets go. I wanna be early for the bus.” I said.

“All right, geese. Give a girl a minute.”

As she came from the kitchen, putting on her backpack too. She had worn the dress she showed me earlier. As we both went out the door.

“Girls, remember as soon as you get to school go to the office they will tell you what class you will be in,” Mom reminded us.

“We will Mom,” Becky called back.

We gabbed all the way to the bus stop. Just about everything as girls do. I saw the two boys who lived between mine and Becky's house. On the way also, but they turned the corner and went towards another bus stop.

We got there 15 minutes before the bus, there was already 6 other kids there. 4 boys and 2 girls. One of the boys seemed could be in our grade. The others seemed younger than us. As we waited 5 more kids joined us. 4 more girls and a boy. The boy was younger but the girls may have been in our grade. They seemed to be friends. They kind of looked us both over.

One whispered to the others who all giggled. The one came over to us.

“Hi, I'm Kathleen.” She stuck her hand out.

In turn we both shook it and told her our names.

“What grade are you going into?” She asked.

“Fourth” We both said.

“Oh, you are in our grade. This is Wendy, Lindsey, and Bobbi.”

“Hi,” we both said. We talked or should I say they talked to us. While they were nice I had a negative feeling. They seemed the popular girls. Luckily I knew about that group as my sister, Jessica was in that group.

I kind of gave Becky a sideways look. Saying this is crap. She seemed to agree. We knew the false friend type. Just as the bus turned toward our stop. We heard running.

Another girl our age was running towards us.

“God, here comes Kaylyn.” Kathleen said, with a moan from the other girls.

Kaylyn got to the stop just as the bus came to a stop. With a little sneer she said. “Hi, Kathy.”

In an annoyed tone, “It is Kathleen to the likes of you.”

“What ever you say, Kathy.” She commented as Kathleen got on the bus.

Me and Becky tried to mind our own business. We found a couple empty seats. We took one. Kathleen sat with her group and others in the front. The girl, Kaylyn sat behind us.

As the bus pulled away. Kaylyn leaned toward us. “Hi, I'm Kaylyn. You two new to Badger Creek?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I'm Sarah. This is Becky. We just move here this summer.”

“Hope you don't believe the crap that Kathleen is throwing?”

We both nodded.

“Yeah, that group is the popular girls. I would steer clear.”

“I did notice that.”

“Me, too.” Said Becky.

Me and Becky talked to Kaylyn the rest of the way to school. I did however see Kathleen look back at us from time to time. Talk to the others they would look at us too. Two other stops and then it was the school.

Just as we got off. Kathleen stopped us.

“I saw you talking to Kaylyn. I wouldn't talk to HER. As that is a he/she a boy pretending to be a girl. It came out last year. We got an assembly about it, telling us about it. That we needed to accept HER and all that crap.”

“You mean She is transgender. I'm OK with that. Its no big thing. I was taught to accept everybody equally.” I said not wanting to out myself and Becky as also transgender.

“I guess that our friendship has ended.” Kathleen announced.

I have decided that in this new school I will not be bullied. I have had some talks with Aunt Carman about it even before I came to live with her. I was bullied some in my old school. But not in this school.

“Well I wouldn't call it a friendship just yet. An acquaintance yeah. I don't make friends until I get to know a person some.” I said with confidence, something Aunt Carman taught me.

“I...but...you.” Kathleen stammered and walked away in a huff.

“I guess you told her.” Kaylyn walked up beside me and Becky.

“Yeah,” Becky added. “Hey we need to get going to the office.”

“See ya, Kaylyn.” Becky said. “Hope we get in the same class.”

“Me too.” Kaylyn said.

The girl who had a service squad badge on let us by when we told her we were new. Walking into the office, it was pretty busy. We stepped up to the counter. Luckily it was low enough that we could see over it.

“May I help you girls?” A lady at a desk asked.

“I am Sarah Dunkirk and this is Becky Walker we are new here.”

“Welcome to Badger Creek. I am Mrs. Stephens the head secretary. I bet you would like to know what class you are in.”

“Yes, Ma'am” Becky said.

Mrs. Stephens typed on the computer some. Then ran her finger down the screen. Then typed some more. Nodded.

“OK, Ladies. Being you are both good students from what your records show. You both will be in Miss. Sanders. Room 15. This is also Miss Sanders first year. So take it easy on her.” She smiled and directed us towards room 15.

We both noticed that it was only 2 minutes before the bell rang so we hurried down the hall. Most of the teachers were opening the door in preparation for new students. Miss. Sanders door was already open.

We both nervously walked in. The teacher was at her desk. She was quite pretty. She looked younger than Aunt Carman.

“Excuse me, Miss. Sanders. We are new students.”

“Why yes, I was just reading the email from the office. So, who is whom?”

“I am Rebekah Walker.” Becky said.

“I am Sarah Dunkirk.” I answered.

“Welcome, Girls.”Turning to Becky. “Rebekah, do you go by Becky?”

“Yes, Ma'am”

“OK, please find a seat.” She said as the bell rang. She stood and smoothed her skirt.

Me and Becky found seats. First and second row fourth back. We placed our backpacks on our desk. And waited. Not long after. the other kids began coming in.

We noticed that Kaylyn come in. We waved. She took the seat in front of me. Then we both noticed Wendy and another one of Kathleen's friends from the bus come in. Most of them just stood around.

“You may find your own seat. But be warned that it is not perminate as I will move you if your work does not get done or attention wavers.” Miss. Sanders announced.

I noticed that no one would sit either in front or next to Kaylyn.

Turning to us, “That is normal since I came out hardly anyone comes near me.” Kaylyn said.

“It must be the girl cooties.” We all giggled.

The second bell rang. Miss. Sanders closed the door. “Good Morning, I am Miss. Sanders. I am one of the new teachers here at Badger Creek. I want to welcome you to 4th grade.”

I sat like the proper girl I was. Listening to our teacher, as she explained different things about our class room the procedures for fire and tornado drills. She was interrupted by announcements.

~ “This is Dr. West, your principal. I want to welcome you to a new year here at Badger Creek. I want to inform you of certain school district policies.

1: Bullying will not be tolerated at all. No exceptions. First offense is a 3 days in school suspension. Second offense the student is suspended a month. Third offense is expulsion from our school. But depending on the circumstances one may go to 2 or 3.

2: Assault will not be tolerated. The same punishment will be implemented. Minor scuffles will be judged at that time and other punishment may be implemented. Most Assault will be reported to the district office and law enforcement called.

We here at Badger Creek expect all our student body to behave in a proud and respectful manner. Acceptance is key here at Badger Creek elementary. Those of you who attended last year will remember the assembly.

Again I welcome you all to Badger Creek. I expect to have a great year again. Me and the assistant principal are available. As is all our staff should you need to talk.”~

I noticed Wendy and the other girl talking and looking over at us. Mostly at Kaylyn.

Kaylyn turned to us. “I am used to it. Surprised that we have another like me. Some one must have came out as well.”

“OK, class, your attention up here please. We will start off by introducing yourself and tell something about you. Please stand when it gets your turn.” Pointing to the boy in the first seat.”You may go first.”

The boy began, giving his name and things. Once finished he sat back down.

“Next.” Miss Sanders said. It was Kaylyn's turn as no one sat in front of her.

Standing, she began. “ Hi, I am Kaylyn Lord. I am transgender. I was a boy on the outside. I have been a girl on the inside as far back as I can remember. My parents and family totally support my transition. I don't want or ask for any special treatment. Other than being treated just as any other girl here.” She sat down.

I did hear a couple of comments like weirdo and creep.

“Thank you, Kaylyn. It takes a courageous person to come out as transgender. I know that the rest of the class WILL be accepting of you as a girl.” Miss Sanders had moved into the rows of desks. Standing next to one. She added. “Right.” As she tapped the desk it was one of Kathleen's group.

“Yes, Ma'am”She said.

Miss Sanders moved to another part. Doing the same. The boy also said yes ma'am. The two people who commented.

“Next” Miss Sanders said.

I stood up, “Hi, I am Sarah Dunkirk. I am a transfer from San Marcus Elementary. I had to because the rest of my family was killed when our house exploded from a major gas leak. Now I live with my Aunt.”

“Well Sarah. We are sorry about your loss. And welcome to Badger Creek.”

it continued around the room. It was almost 11 when the last girl had introduced herself.

“Well now we know each other. AND will be friendly and accepting of those who are different.” She paused for an answer. A yes Ma'am was said by all. “Lunch is in about 15 minutes. You may visit quietly with your neighbor.”

So me, Becky and Kaylyn talked. I talked to the boy behind me. He seemed shocked that Me and Becky was so freely associating with Kaylyn. It seemed like the whole class did. I wasn't to worried.

“She is a person just like everyone else. So, she used to be a boy, big deal. You used to be a baby do we call you weird.”

“OK, Class, I want everyone to line up at the door single file. Those who brought their own lunch, may get it at that time.”

I had brought my lunch as did Becky and Kaylyn. We just grabbed it from our backpacks and got lined up. Me and Becky made sure that Kaylyn was between us. So no one would have to stand away from her.

“those who brought their own. They go in the first door and those buying lunch go in the second door.”

The bell rang, Miss Sanders waved us to follow. We joined in the class next to us. While the one on the other side. Got behind us. Once we got just past the office, where the line split between bringers and buyers.

The lunch room was the same as at San Marcus. There was the pull out tables and about 6 round tables. I made a bee line to the second table. As the first was taken by some older kids.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine with me.” Kaylyn said.

“Sure” I said.

“Yeah.” Becky answered.

The three sat down.

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

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

“What class are you in?” Gail asked.

“We are all in Miss. Sanders class.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kathleen tripped me.”

“Really,” Kaylyn commented.

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

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

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

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

Kaylyn just smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Becky just grinned.

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

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

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

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

She just nodded.

“Did Kathleen tell you too?”

A soft no and a shake of her head.

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

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

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

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

“OK,” Becky said.

The girl smiled, “I am McKenzie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OH, A pain in the behind.”

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

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

“Jeeze Aunt Carman.”

“OK, Honey. Is she transgender.”

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

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

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

“Oh, that is nice.”

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

“What about Becky?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It almost killed me to wait until everyone was finished.

“OK, You can open it now.” Mom said.

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

“Your giving me your Mustang?” I asked.

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

“My own, really?”

Mom nodded. “You earned it.”

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

“Why?” She teased.

“I want to see my new car?”

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

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

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

“There it is.” She pointed.

All three of us took off in a dead run.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The FBI”

“Being an agent like you?”

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

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

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

“You would do that from me?”

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

“I sure am Dad.” I gave him a hug.

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

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

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

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

I didn't even open it until I got back to our apt. I wanted Becky there to give me emotional support. If need be. I had to wait till almost 5 until she got home from class. I sat on the couch just staring at the letter.

“Hi, How was your first...... What's wrong?” Becky said as she came in the door. Putting down her back pack and purse. “What's that?”

“Certified letter.” I answered.

“From whom?”

“FBI.”

“why haven't you opened it yet?” She asked.

“I'm scared to. It might be a rejection letter.”

“Oh, come on. It also could be an acceptance letter. Since it came certified.”

“OK, Here goes.” I tore open the letter. Opened it with my eyes closed. Then I began reading. A huge smile appeared on my face and my eyes widened. I had been accepted
to the FBI academy in Virginia. As I read on. I am to report at the academy on July, 6 to start my training.

Included was a list of things to bring. I just glanced over it.

“I'm in.” I told Becky.

“Great, wait till I tell daddy he will be so happy for you.”

“Yeah, I can't wait to tell Mom and Tabitha too.”

School got out the middle of May. Me and Becky drove home.

Dropping off Becky at her house and then heading the short drive to my house. While I still had some of Becky's stuff in my car she said she would get it later. Pulling in the driveway. I parked in my usual spot in front of the garage. Behind where mom parks her 69.

I grabbed my purse and headed inside. Unlocking the house. I walked in.

“Mom, I'm home.” I called. Nothing. A note on the table that said. She had got to the store and will be back soon.

My phone notified me of a text. It was from Becky. “Can you bring my stuff down. I forgot it in your car.”

“Sure, be right down” I sent back.

So back out to the car I went heading down to Becky's.

Grabbing some of her stuff I headed to her door. Normally I just walked in. this time with an arm load. I couldn't. So I knocked.

Tommy came and opened the door. He had just graduated collage with his masters.

“Here let me grab that from you.”

Giving the load to him. I finally saw what was going on.

“SURPRISE” I heard.

“Whaaaaa?” was all I could manage. A big banner was across one wall in Becky's living room. It said. Congratulations, Sarah.

“Congratulations, Sarah.” Mom said as she came and gave me a hug.

Becky's Mom and Dad did the same thing. “Congratulations, to our newest member of the FBI.” Dad exclaimed.

“Well I haven't finished the academy yet.”

“Honey, I know that you will.” Mom said.

I wound up getting hugs from everyone there. Kaylyn and her parents were there, as was McKenzie and her boyfriend. Of course Tabby was there.

We had a great time, The party lasted until 10 when people began filtering home. Me and Mom went home about 11:00 after helping clean up.

Once home I changed and headed to bed. It was great sleeping in my own bed again. Even if it was only for a couple weeks. The time flew by. Next thing I know is that I was being taken out for a nice dinner by Mom the night before I was to leave. My car was already packed and ready to go.

Just before we left back for home. I had to do it. Tell Aunt Carman what I felt.

“Aunt Carman,” I started.

“Aunt” you haven't called me that in years.” Mom answered.

“Well this is a special time. I never thanked you for helping me stay alive. When Mom, Dad, Sarah, Sam and Jessica were killed. You helped me. You turned me into a girl to protect me. Made me become my sister. You taught me to be that lady I am today.

You showed me what I could accomplish as a girl. I know that I did make it hard at first. I finally became that girl. I wouldn't give it up. I am a girl now.”

“Well, it was either become a girl or you would have been killed. Someway they would have found you and you'd be 6 ft under. I know it was hard, but you embraced being female. Now you are moving forward in your life.” Mom stated.

I got up and gave her a big hug. I knew that I owe her my life and could never repay it. That fact was the motivation for my accomplishments I wanted to make not only Aunt Carman proud but the rest of my family up in haven.

I could barely sleep I was so nervous. But I finally got to sleep. I hit my sleep on my alarm twice. Mom had to finally tell me to get up. I hopped in the shower, put on a little make up, put up my hair in a pony tail finally got dressed. Something comfortable to travel in.

As I walked out of my room I smelt something delicious. Mom had made my favorite breakfast, french toast and bacon. When I sat down at the table I didn't think I could eat much with my nerves. However the deliciousness of the food told me other wise. I wound up eating 4 pieces, along with bacon, hash browns and apple juice.

“Just what I figured.” Mom mentioned.

“What is that?”

“I knew you were nervous but once you started eating it went away.”

“Mom, you know me as well as my real mother could.”

“So are you going to get your usual coffee at your other house this morning. On your way out.”

In a sad voice, “No, not today. I would wind up balling my brains out and not getting on the road. I'll take one from here.”

“OK”

Finishing my breakfast, I put my dishes in the sink and went to wash them.

“Don't worry about those I'll do them later.” Mom sounding chocked up. “You best get on the road.”

I just nodded. I got my purse and my coffee. I gave Mom and hug and a kiss. “Remember, it's not like I will never be home or call again. It is like when I went off to collage”

“Yeah, I know. But that was only a couple hours away. Not clear on the east coast.”

Mom walked out with me to my loaded mustang. While not as loaded as when I went to OSU. It was loaded with stuff I was required to bring. Getting in I started my baby up. The 5.0 had a nice growl to her. Putting her into gear. I eased down the driveway.

I gave a honk and waved as I pulled into the street. And headed towards the highway. I had figured to go my normal way back to Columbus. Then get on I-70 to head east. I didn't want to use the tollway.

Of course, the tears were there. But after a couple minutes I was able to stop. Turning up the local classic rock station. Once in Columbus I took a few short cuts I knew, by passing some of the traffic. I got on I-70.

Stopping for mostly only gas. I did get a little something to eat in Wheeling, W.V. Then back on the road. It was only about a 600 mile trip. Unusual for me I kept close to the speed limit. It was about 7 when I pulled up to the gate at Quantico. Home of the FBI.

I waited inline. Once it became my turn I pulled up.

“ID please” the guard asked

Like the paper work I had said. I gave him my ID and my acceptance letter.

“Thank you, Straight down this road, turn right on presidential ave, turn left at Martin road. It will be up on the left.”

“Thank you” I eased away. I was here. At the FBI academy. Following the directions. I pulled up to the building. I parked where the map I received told me too. Grabbed my purse and my small suit case. I headed to the entrance that was indicated.

Once I reached the door, it wouldn't open, the door was locked. I thought swell. Now what.

Then a voice came from above. “May I help you?”

“Ah, yeah. I am supposed to be here to start training.”

“NAME”

“Sarah Dunkirk.”

The door buzzed. I opened the door, it lead to a long hallway. I followed the hall till the end. Where I opened another door. It was a small waiting room. 3 others where there. Two other girls and one guy.

“Starting training too?” I asked.

“Yeah, just waiting have a seat.” one girl said.

I sat next to her. “Been waiting long?”

“a couple hours.” The other girl said.

“Really, Nobody has came or nothing”

“Nope” The three said.

“Well this is stupid.” The room reminded me of my Dr's office. A sliding window, and a door next to it. Nothing else.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

“Well this is stupid.” The room reminded me of my Dr's office. A sliding window, and a door next to it. Nothing else.

Looking around, nothing. So I walked up to the window, and knocked.

It slid open. A tall brunette in a dark suit was standing there. “Yes, how can I help you?”

“We are here to start our training.”

“I was waiting on someone to come up to the window. Take the initiative, to move on. Please follow me.” She opened the side door, leading us to another larger room. There was about 20 people seated.

“AH, the next batch.” A man in a dark suit standing at the front stated. “Only 10 more. Please find a seat.”

Once We found a seat. I put my suitcase right in front of me and held my purse in my lap. Glancing around, the others that have been here. Seemed nervous but not terribly so. They sat facing the front of the room, almost a scared. With my nerves I realized I had to go to the bathroom.

I raised my hand. “excuse me, sir. May I use the restroom.”

The rest of the room stared at me. Like I did something wrong.

“Why, yes. You may. Down the hall. Third door on the left.” The guy in front said is a normal voice. He didn't seem angry nor upset. He pointed to the door.

Leaving my suitcase, I took my purse. The guy smiled as I past him. It was just down the hall. Easy to find. I did my business. As I checked my make up after washing my hands. Two other girls rushed in, each taking a stall.

I silently giggled as I heard one say. Woo. I finished and returned to the room. On the way two guys and another girl rushed past me.

As I returned to my seat, I thanked the guy in front.

“Your very welcome.” came in return.

I noticed a couple more people had came to the room. The two girls that rushed into the bathroom returned a couple minutes later. Then more asked to go.

The guy in the front seemed to be getting a kick out of it. He just said yes with a smile.

It got me thinking, Was this some kind of test or something. Hopefully, we will find out. After about a half hour, it seemed that everyone that needed to go had. We also had some more people.

The guy up front stepped up. It looked like he was counting the people.

“All right lets get started” He began. “ I am Agent Fitzkay. I will be one of your instructors while you are here. Welcome to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. You are class 317.

Now, who was the young lady who was the first to ask to use the latrine.” He asked.

I timidly raised my hand. Not knowing if I was in trouble or not.

“Your name please?”

“Sarah Dunkirk”

“Now I want you to remember, what trainee Dunkirk did. She had to use the restroom. And took the initiative to just ask. Ladies and gentleman, this is not the military. If you need something, just ask. Using the restroom is a normal thing for everybody.

I was also told that trainee Dunkirk took the initiative in the waiting room to just knock on the window. Yes, those where tests. The only one who gets full points is Trainee Dunkirk.”

OH, God. I thought. I must have turned red with embarrassment. It was not like I had planned on doing it. It just happened.

Agent Fitzkay took the next two hours to go over the training we would be receiving. Both the physical and the mental challenges. Class room and field work, also.

The lady at the window came in about halfway through it. Once Agent Fitz finished she began.

“Good evening, I am Agent Young. I have your room assignments. She began reading off names and room numbers. Two to a room. I was assigned room 158 along with another girl. Gail Preston. We were dismissed with orders to report to the parking lot on the north side of the building. At 7am in our workout clothes, including the mandatory gray FBI t shirt which is in our rooms.

We followed Agent Young to the dorm level. She let us find our own rooms. Finding room 158. I found the door unlocked. Just behind me, my roommate came in. She was a tall brunette. About 5'8” nicely built.

“Hi, You must be Gail?”

“Yep, that is me in all my glory.”

The room was almost like a hotel room. Two beds. “Which bed would you like?” I asked.

If you don't mind, I'll take the one by the window.” Gail answered.

“Sure,” I noticed that the closets had name labels on them. I motioned to Gail.

“I guess our phys ed stuff is in there.”

Gail opened hers. It already had a fair amount of clothes. Opening mine. Yeah it did. The gray FBI t shirt was on top of a small dresser inside. Checking the size tag. It was a small. My size. I put away the clothes in my suit case. As did Gail.

“Well we had better crash. As we have to be up and ready by 7.” I said as I began changing into my Pjs.

We talked while we changed. Then after doing my normal routine. I crawled into bed. We talked for another ½ hour. Then I finally relaxed and drifted off. Gail's alarm went off at 5:30. She hopped in the shower. I went back to sleep until 6:15 when my alarm went off.

Gail was sitting at the vanity table doing her make up. As I made my way to the bathroom.

Gail asked. “Are you going to be ready by 7 for PT? Taking a shower and all.”

“I'm going to shower after PT. Wash the exercise funk off before breakfast and class.”

“They are going to let us clean up after.”

“Sure. Would you want to be in a room all day with a bunch of stinky people.”

“How do you know?” Gail asked.

“My other dad told me.”

“You mean your step dad.”

“Nope, my other dad. My BFFs dad, He is a FBI field supervisor back home.”

“Oh, OK.”

“He was the one who suggested I join the FBI. Being I couldn't join the military.”

I began putting on my PT clothes as we talked.

“Why can't you join the military?”

“Well I am transgender. I wasn't born a girl.”

Finishing, I closed my locker.

Gail looked me up and down. “No way you were ever a boy. Do you still have,”

Knowing what she meant I just nodded. “I transitioned when I was nine.”

scrutinizing me closer. I had worn my volleyball shorts. Which were tight.

“I can't tell.” She commented.

“Thanks, I have had a lot of practice hiding it.”

Gail finished changing too. We headed to the North side of the building. We joined some of our class as we waited. By 7 it seemed like the whole class had made it. Agents Young and Fitz. Joined us.

“OK, let's get the show on the road.” Agent Young started. “Lets warm up for our run today.”

I stretched out. Making sure my legs were ready to go.

“OK, People. 4 lines” Agent Fitz hollered.

We fell into line. “Let's do it.” He called.

We headed out. I was feeling great. The cool fresh air felt good. We only ran about a mile.

“OK,” Agent Young started. “That is enough for today. Report for class at 9.”

Over half of the class was gasping for air. Obvious they were out of shape and /or not in a condition to run. I was used to it. Me and Becky would do our run every morning before classes.

I walked back to the room with Gail. She was a little out of breath but not to bad. Once back I headed straight for the shower. Stripping down while I got the water the way I liked it. I stepped in. cleaned up, washed my hair. Once finished I patted myself dry, like a lady should. I wrapped a towel around my head and my body.

I let Gail take her shower. As I dressed in a nice black skirt and white blouse with a black blazer. Just basic underwear. Thanks to Dad. For letting me know what to wear. My hair I did a loose braid down the middle. Comfortable shoes with a slight heel.

Gail finished and got ready also. By 8:40 we were ready to head to our first class.

So began the routine. For the next six months it was the same thing. However twice a week. We had firearms class and practice, Of course with my competition shooting back ground I ac-celled at it.

Our firearms instructor couldn't believe how well I took to my weapons. He marveled at they way I shot. Starting with my first shot the hole in the center just got bigger. In the least, you could cover my shots with a quarter, most if the time with a nickel or a dime. I had no other shots anywhere else on the target. He actually got to the point were they thought I was only hitting the target once and wasting my other shots.

“Dunkirk, I have never seen anyone so comfortable with shooting. Are you just hitting the target once and shooting in the back stop with the others.”

“No, Sir. If you don't believe I can shoot as good as I do. Watch me.”

The very next day. He and Agent Fitz did just that. Both had spotting scopes. Watched every single shot I fired.

Once I finished the course of fire. “Well?” I asked.

“Holey shit,” Agent Fitz started. “That is the most amazing shooting I have ever seen. I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.”

The instructor said the same thing.

“So, Dunkirk. How did you get so good with a pistol?” Fitz asked.

“I shot Cowboy action since I was 10. when I was 12 I started long range competition also.”

“Are you as good at long range as you are with the pistol.” He asked.

With confidence, “Better.” I answered.

Both Fitz and the instructor looked at each other. “Division 14” Fitz finally said.

He firearms instructor answered. “Yeah, she's perfect.”

Fitz turned to me. “Go ahead and clean your weapon.”

I nodded and went to my backpack and pulled out my cleaning kit. I sat down and disassembled the automatic. I meticulously cleaned every single part. Once I got finished it looked like a brand new weapon. No residue, no evidence it had ever been fired. The condition I keep all my firearms in. My single action pistols, my rifle, my shotgun. Even my long range rifle is spotless. Better than white glove.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.

Holstering my duty weapon. I joined the rest of my class.

“What was that about?” Kim asked. Another friend.

“They thought I was cheating. But I showed them.” I smiled.

Each time we got to fire They watched me. Yet I never faltered. That was the way I shot. I had learned that way. One day they took me to a long distance range. 1000 yards. I was given a 308 sniper rifle. Before I even took a shot with it. I broke it down. It was filthy. I actually made them wait till I was done cleaning it.

I put the rifle back together. Then handed it to the lead instructor.

“I will not use this, the barrel is bent about 3 degrees to the left.

“Are you kidding?” He asked.

“Not at all.” And I showed him.

“Wow, you are good. I never realized that.” He took the rifle. He pulled out another one from the back of his black Suburban.

“OK, Use this one.” handing it to me.

First thing I always do when handed a firearm, was to make sure it was empty and safe. I cracked open this one. A brass casing popped out. But the looks of the chamber it was in the same shape as the other one.

So, I cleaned this one also. But after making a comment on how can someone leave firearms in this condition. They waited again till it was finished.

“Trainee Dunkirk is this one satisfactory?” I was asked.

“The rifle is OK but the scope is not. It isn't even bore sighted. I adjusted it so I can at least hit the target.”

“Well lets see what you can do?” One guy said he looked like he was higher up the food chain.

I set up the firing position, got the sand bags right. I got down prone. Sticking in my hearing protection. I got comfortable behind the weapon. OK, As comfortable as I could with this crappy gun.

“Engage the target at the 600 yd mark.” I was told.

I adjusted myself just slightly. Pulling the rifle to my shoulder. I took a bead on the center of the target. I noticed the grass moving just slightly. I adjusted the windage just one click. I visualized the path of the round through the air. I adjusted the elevation 3 clicks. Thinking again, I dropped it one.

Taking some breaths. One, two, three I let out very slowly. Held it for a second then squeezed the trigger. Riding the recoil, I was able to see where the round hit. About 1inch left of dead center. With practiced ease, I ejected the spent round into my hand. Loading a fresh cartage. Never taking my eye off the target.

I slightly adjusted the rifle. One, two, three half out squeeze. Riding it again. Dead center. Loading again. I repeated three more times. I hit dead center those three other times. You could cover the three shots with a nickel.

The instructors and others there couldn't believe it. They were taking turns look through the spotter scope.

“OK, Now the thousand yard target.” I adjusted my shooting position as the target was farther left of the 600 yard one. I loaded one. The same as the other target. This time my first shot was about 3 inches low. Adjustments were made. The next 4 dead center. Once finished I didn't wait I just began my cleaning of the rifle. They moved away. And talked. A couple times someone would return and look at the targets.

I just sat and cleaned. Once finished I laid it on a table behind the group talking. I went and relaxed.

Agent Fitz dismissed me. So I headed back to the dorm. I had to pass the group leaving. I over heard someone say, “I don't believe it nobody is that good.” As I got in my mustang. I had a smile on my face. Thinking as I drove away. 'Looks like I am a nobody.'

I grabbed a bite to eat, then to the dorm. Gail was there.

“What happened? We were shooting then you were gone.”

“They couldn't believe I could shoot as well as I do. I had to prove it to them at the long range.”

“What did you do?”

“I showed them just why I am National Champion long range shooter.”

“cool”

I relaxed for a while. About 20 minutes later. Someone knocked on the door.

Gail jumped up and answered. “Miss Preston, Would Miss Dunkirk be here?” it sounded like Agent Fitz.

“Sarah, Agent Fitz is here to see you.”

I joined Gail at the door. “Hello, Agent Fitzgerald. How may I help you?”

“Would you accompany me to my office, please.” He sounded professional.

“Ah, sure. Is there anything wrong?” I followed him. He didn't say anything else.

He lead me down to his office. Opening the door. “wait inside, please.” Once I entered he closed the door.

I sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. And waited,and waited. About 20 minutes later. A tall slender gray haired man came in. It was no one I knew. He was dressed very casual. Jeans and a polo shirt. He didn't look like he was of any importance. Boy did I learn different.

“Sarah Dunkirk” He said sitting at Agent Fitzgerald's desk. “I am senior Agent Green of the Central Intelligence Agency.

CIA what the fuck. I thought. “How may I help you, Agent Green?”

“Miss Dunkirk, May I call you Sarah.” I nodded.

“Sarah, We have been informed of your experience with firearms.”

“Yes,”

“With your special talent. We feel that you would be a perfect addition to the CIA.”

“OH,What kind of job are you offering? Agent Green.”

“Let's just say, eliminating certain enemy assets.”

I sat up in my chair, and point blank I asked. “You mean an assassin.”

“That is correct. As senior Agent for the entire East coast. I am going to offer.” He slid a piece of paper across the desk.

Taking the paper I sat back and looked at it.

25,000 was written on it. I am thinking 25 grand a year.

“that would be a month. Plus expenses.” He added.

Doing some fast calculations, that adds up to 300K a year. I kept my composure.

“Can I have a moment to consider it.”

Reaching over to take the paper. “let me put this on the table.” He slide the paper back over to me.

I looked at the offer. The 25k was crossed out. 40,000 was the new offer.

“Again that would be monthly plus expenses.”

Holey crap that is a shit ton of money. I thought. Before I could even say anything, he grabbed the paper again.

I looked at what was offered now. The paper had $50,000 on it. I almost fell out of my chair.

“this is a sign on bonus.” He slid a second paper over to me.

I opened the paper were the bonus was written. I couldn't believe it. The number read 1.6m.

“Once you agree the bonus will be wired into your account by the end of the day.”

“I accept.” I said standing and shaking his hand.

“Report to CIA headquarters Monday morning. I will inform Agent Fitzgerald” He started out the door, “Oh, here. Some information you will need.” He handed me a large envelope.

“Sarah, I will see you, bright and early Monday morning, 9am. Welcome to the CIA.”

He left.

I collapsed into the chair. Thinking wow I am going to make 50 grand a month. Plus by the time the day is up I will be a millionaire.

There was a soft knock. And Agent Fitz came in. “ Looks like you are going to leave us. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Agent Fitzgerald.”

I got up and returned to my room. Wait a minute it is Tuesday. I have some down time until I have to report. Once back to our room. I pulled out my suit case. I began packing. I left all my FBI issued stuff there. Once I got all finished. I decided to look at the stuff in the envelope I was given.

After ripping it open, I dumped the contents on my bed. Wow, I couldn't believe all the stuff. A bundle of $100 dollar bills. 3 sets of different sets of Ids, Each had my picture but another name. One for me, one was under the name Marie Samuals and the 3rd a Nicole Griffin. Each had a passport, School Ids, and two credit cards for each. I also had a CIA ID.

One of the weird things was that all of the Ids had a current picture of me. I don't remember having a picture taken. As I looked over the information. I get a notification alert from my phone.

I check it. It is on my bank account, new balance $1,603,742.12. Well, I just became a millionaire.

I continued checking over the documents. Aside from the one that was me. One showed that I was Fifteen, The other one showed I was twelve.

Now I was curious, Why was I given a younger age on some of my documents. I put everything back in the envelope. I headed to my car.

I did leave Gail a goodbye note. Since I had almost a week till I had to show up at CIA HQ. I headed for the mountains. Something I always wanted to do was drive the Blue Ridge parkway.

I started in North Carolina. I had stopped in Ashville, NC. For the night. I checked into one of the better hotels in town. I just wanted to see what a 5 star hotel would do different from a std hotel.

The next day I started up the Parkway. Taking my time I finished on Saturday. Then to Langley, VA. On Sunday. I stayed in a Holiday Inn express. I did some shopping on Sunday. I picked up a nice business suite. To wear tomorrow, It was so cute, the dark blue skirt was just below my knees. A white blouse and dark blue blazer rounded it off. Of course I had to do some shopping at Victoria's Secret for new lingerie. Including garter belt and stocking. The smoke colored stockings worked great with the suit. A new pair of 3”heels finished my new work outfit. Or so I thought.

All of my stories are purely fictional, the some places are real, some are not. The names and personnel used in all my stories, are also fictional. They may be based on people I knew but, Any resemblance to anyone living, dead, or un-dead are purely coincidental.

I write my stories as a fantasy. While based on this world. Things in my story could stretch reality. However I write my stories from my mind. I reserve all rights to my work. Any form of duplication without my permission is forbidden. Please enjoy reading them as I have in writing them.