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Graduation
By Julie O.
It was the last day of school and I was busy in my classroom. I was entering
the grades from the final into my computer. It was the end of my first year
teaching US History & Econ at Eastview H.S. When I started I was ecstatic
about getting hired here. It was a brand new school in an upscale suburb in
Southern California, but after being here a year I was debating on whether or
not it was a smart move working here.
At the time I was in my early 40's and newly retired from the Air Force when
I decided to try teaching. Don't get me wrong, I love being in the classroom
and working with the students. However it was the attitude of many of my
co-workers that made the job difficult.
Many were a bit wary of me initially. There was a bit of liberal
anti-military feeling in many of my fellow teachers, however they eventually
got over this when they saw that I wasn't some warmongering barbarian. Next
was the issue of being a single male. Most of the faculty was female and many
were married, not a lot of common ground for conversation. However these
types of issues would fade with time. What really bothered me was the
attitude many of them had towards the students. Not all the students mind
you, just those who were, to put it one way, the 'alternative" kids.
Like most school we had our punks, our Goths and even some pseudo-hippies. I
was amazed how many teachers actively screened their class so that none of
these "freaks" ended up among their normal students. Of course the students
sensed this attitude and there were problems. While there weren't a lot of
fights, harassment was very common.
Being the new teacher I ended up with many of these so-called outcasts in my
classes. It really didn't bother me as long as they did their work and didn't
cause any problems. Additionally the overworked school counselors were too
busy and burnt out to provide any assistance.
Soon it made the rounds among these students that Mr. Olsen was the person
you needed to see if you had problems. My room became a safe haven for them.
I spent much of my after school time counseling them. By the end of the first
semester I was "Mr. O" to many of them. This was one of the reasons why I had
wanted to teach, yet not everyone was so enthused about helping them.
One day after school I was called up to see the Principal, Mr. Lee. He told
me that I needed to devote less time to the "non conformists " as he called
them. He may have been polite but deep down I knew he wanted to call the
"freaks". I tried to change his mind, but to talk to him about these kids it
was like talking to a brick wall. He was more interested in the star running
back that was going to USC and the honor student getting into Harvard than a
few "freaks." I still remember his word and how jaded they sounded.
"Mr. Olsen, you must accept the fact that this school's job is to prepare
students for life in the real world and part of that is teaching students
that they must conform to society!" He continued in his droning monotone of a
voice. "After all David, everyone knows personal expression is overrated." He
was one of those types that seemed more formal and uptight when he used first
names than when he addressed you by "Mr.". He then looked at me and said in a
very calm manner." After all I would hate to give you a unfavorable
evaluation." Even though he said it with a smile, I knew it was a threat. I
just nodded and walked out.
I found that some teachers gave lower grades to these students as a way of
punishing them for not trying to conform. I had it out with several of my
fellow teachers and actually got them to raise the grades to where they
should have been in the first place. This did nothing to make me more
accepted. There were a few others who had the same ideas as me, but they were
too few. I began to debate on whether or not I should stay here.
The reason for my concern was that I could fully understand the frustration
of these students. The main difference between them and myself was that I
didn't have their courage to show my "difference". I was a closeted
Crossdresser and had fought these feeling my whole life. High School had been
a living hell for me, I had been constantly on guard to hide my secret. Part
of the reason for going in the service was to push these feeling back and
hopefully make them go away all together.
Of course that didn't work, so I continued to battle these inner demons.
Actually calling myself a Crossdresser wasn't totally accurate, the more I
researched the issue I began to suspect that I was actually a transsexual.
But I didn't want to accept this as a possibility; I wanted to be "normal". I
think that is one of the reasons I went into teaching, as it was job that
would prevent me from experimenting with my urges. So I had a natural empathy
for these students and also there was some jealousy as I envied their ability
to show off their true selves.
Of course I never told any of the students my secrets. It would be very
unprofessional and unethical to do so. Still I found myself daydreaming after
seeing a particularly stunning outfit on one of my students. How nice it
would have been to be born a girl and to have the freedom to dress like that.
I also checked out my fellow teachers to see what was in style.
I was caught in one of these daydreams one afternoon by one of my favorite
students. Thinking about the outfit I saw Karen Ellis in that day. She taught
English and was one of my best friends here. Like me she also supported all
students. Anyway her outfit that day was lovely. It was a white silk blouse,
long brown skirt and high leather boots. Earthy looking but just my style
"Hello. Earth to Mr. O. Are you there?" Said Cassy.
I snapped out of it and looked up at her. "Oh sorry Cassy, I kind of drifted
off there for a moment."
She just looked at me and smiled. " Hey I do that all the time in math." She
handed me a folder and the asked "So can you proofread my application letter
for college?"
I said that I would and that I would get it back to her tomorrow. She thanked
me and left.
Cassy is one of more interesting students. She was a senior and I had her
both Econ and as a classroom assistant. Initially she looked at me with
distrust. She was wary of way most teachers treated her; they couldn't get by
the way she dressed and failed to see a remarkable young woman.
She had been into the Goth style when I first met her, but recently she had
begun to change her look. Her hair was naturally black and for most of the
year she kept it combed straight down. Now she was starting to style it and
wear it in elaborate braids. She wore the most interesting jewelry it had
almost an unearthly look to it. She also began to wear different outfits. She
had taken to long peasant skirts and blouses. Her blouses looked hand made
and many had elaborate designs stitched in, some of it almost looked like
writing - almost like the Elf language in The Lord of the Rings. I told her
that once and she just smiled and told me that anything is possible.
Cassy was a very attractive young woman; 5' 6", very shapely and even when
she was dressed down she gave off a sense of confident sexuality. She knew
she was naturally beautiful, and didn't need to dress up to show it off. I
knew there was a lot of jealousy of her by many of the other girls.
She also developed a new sense of confidence. I had seen a remarkable change
in her schoolwork over the year. In fact, her senior thesis paper was the
best in the class. I even entered it the school wide competition and she
should have won. Initially it was ruled the best, that was until the judges
discovered who the author was. I was more upset that she was. She told me she
appreciated the confidence I gave her and that she didn't worry about
pointless competitions.
Anyway back to the last day of school. I was just finishing up the last entry
when Cassy came in. She was wearing a lavender blouse and a multicolored
skirt and brown sandals. I looked up and was just about to speak when she put
her hand up as to say stop. I froze in place, unable to speak. "Mr. O, I just
wanted to thank you for all your help and concern you gave me this year."
She took out a small leather pouch and took out somewhat looked like
sparkling powder and tossed it in the air over me. As it drifted down on me
she spoke again" I wanted to give you a gift worthy of you. I think you will
approve!" I felt a strange tingling sensation drift over me. At first I
thought she had drugged me but a feeling of warmth and comfort overwhelmed
me. I instinctively knew everything would be all right. Then Cassy pulled her
hair back. I was drifting out so I can't be sure of what I saw was real, but
it looked like she had pointy ears. Her eyes also looked different. More
narrow and almond shaped. She gave a knowing smile, as if she was letting me
in on an inside joke. She then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and
whispered in my ear "Please don't give up teaching, too many need your
compassion," and with those words I drifted out.
I awoke at my computer. I must have drifted off and it all must have been a
dream. I looked around and everything looked normal. I started typing again
and reached up to brush my hair back out my eyes. I brought my hand down and
looked at my hand. My nails were finely manicured and were a light shade of
red. I felt as if something as wrong. I remembered getting my nails done this
past weekend. Yet I was a man.
Or was I?
I stood up and instinctively adjusted my skirt. I had a mirror in my locker
and walked across the room to get it. I could feel my breasts bounce as I
walked. I was aware of the sway of my hips. My feelings were perplexing. I
was fighting off a sense of panic, but there was also a sense of confusion.
There was a third sensation, growing stronger and slowly absorbing the
others. It was one of acceptance that everything was normal and would be all
right.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a beautiful young woman looking back
at me. She looked around 25. Her hair was a light auburn and seemed to flow
around her face. Her makeup was perfect very natural looking, but slightly
sexy at the same time. Her outfit was simple but very pretty. She had on a
flowing light brown skirt and a white cotton blouse. She had brown leather
sandals on, they were open toed and showed off her toes, also painted the
same color as her nails. I smiled at the mirror and she smiled in return. Her
smile was very soothing and she gave off a sense of trust. It took a second
or two until I accepted that I was this woman.
My hands slowly swept across my femininized body. I got a slight chill as my
hands touched my nipples. My breasts looked like a C-cup, then my mind
contributed the fact that I was a 36-C. My mind began to supply me with all
kinds of information. I knew I was single, that I was bi-sexual and not
seeing anyone presently. I felt a stream of memories fill my mind, everything
from the kiss from my first boyfriend to the name of my cat. I also knew
without having to feel any lower that I was totally female.
I didn't panic; a sense of acceptance was slowing over me. I picked up my
purse, and checked my identification. Yes this was my purse and the
identification was mine. I was Carol Olsen. Everything else seemed OK. A wave
of warm tingling swept through me and suddenly there was no need to worry. I
looked back in the mirror and saw myself smiling back. Everything seemed so
calm and clear now.
Just then Karen Ellis walked in my room "Hey you got your grades finished?
They'll start the faculty party without us."
"Yes, I just finished. Let's get out of here." I replied. Everything seemed
normal, even though I knew I had changed. Karen had just been promoted to
Principal of the school after the firing of Mr. Lee. I was very happy with
the change as Karen shared my views on the caring treatment of all students.
She then took out a small wooden box out of her purse "One of your students
asked me to give this to you." I took the box from her. The workmanship of
the box was beautiful. At first I wasn't even sure there was a seam.
Karen then spoke "I just love the box. I asked Cassy where she got it and she
told me that her family makes them."
I looked inside and there was an enamel pin of a tree branch with a red apple
on it. It was highly detailed and I put it on without hesitation.
"Oh Carol, it lovely, I guess you really made an impression on her"
I could only nod yes, as I was moved to tears. Karen handed me a tissue and
told me with a laugh that I was too emotional. There was also a small card in
an envelope but I saved that for later. By the time I got home I was totally
accustomed to my new life. I then read the card from Cassy.
Dear Ms. O,
I know that this gift I gave you may seem extreme, but I could
sense you were a human in conflict. Your dedication to your students deserves
a great reward and I can think of no greater one than to make you whole.
Please continue teaching. Having you as a teacher was the highlight of my
visit into your earthly world.
Love Cassandra (Cassy)
I read the letter several times. I gave up trying to understand everything
about what happened and decided to get on with my life. It goes to show that
you should never judge someone by their looks and you should treat them as
they deserve, and you in turn will get what you deserve.
With that last sentence I finished putting this all down on paper. Just then
my cat jumped up in my lap. I knew what he wanted and I began to scratch
under his chin. I knew I had the right spot when he began to purr like an
outboard motor.
"So, do you believe this happened or is your owner mental?" The only reply
was a continued purr. "OK I guess you believe me, so do you want your dinner
now?"
Upon hearing the word dinner he jumped out of my lap and ran to his bowl.
"Here you go," I said as I put his food in his bowl. "Bon Appetite, Mr. Lee"
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