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Here is the second part of the story. Thanks. From F-Baller to T-Girlie Part 2 Despite the fact that his Father's comment about his not being able to do math, like a girl, as being 'sweet', running through the back of his mind over and over again, that night Marc slept better than he had since this started. He took the hose and garter belt off but left the panty and bra. He knew women didn't usually sleep with a bra, he just wasn't ready to take it off yet. Might have been a little more uncomfortable than he was used to, but Marc was so turned on by the feeling of the undies, and the feeling of his shaved legs under his sheets, it didn't matter. In the morning, as he took the bra off to get ready for his shower, he noticed something odd about his chest. It didn't go back to looking like pecs. Before putting on the bra his pecs were on the large size, square with just a little hang under them. Now, they were kind of rounder on each side. Leading from his underarm area to around his nipples. Nipples still looked OK though, still like a guy's. Last night, manipulating the flesh on his chest he could feel the hard muscles under the fairly thin fat layer on top. Now he had to press harder through thicker flesh to feel the muscles of his chest. The growth though was not completely breast like, not even like a little girl. It wasn't enough for him to feel any extra weight on his chest, or movement when he walked, but he also knew he wasn't being paranoid. He had hoped he would have more time before there was obvious sign of changes. Mainly to get more used to the whole idea. Mainly to have one last chance to prove to his Father that he WAS good at football. Mainly, he just wasn't completely ready to have tits yet. Instead of freaking out even more, Marc sat on his bed and thought through the day. He could.....he could wear a t-shirt under his regular shirt, and not take it off while changing for practice that afternoon. It was getting cold out so layers of clothing wouldn't be completely out of the question. If anyone asked he could say his old football protective plastic armor pads were scratching him, and the t-shirt helped. AND once he had the pads in place, over his shoulders and across his chest, it would hide the growth all the more during practice. Yea, not only would that work, it was brilliant! And being that proud of himself set Marc off to start the day felling great, and not let the feeling go. Along with having a great evening, playing around with the lacy under things, knowing how great he looked in them, just made the day fly by for him. Marc felt more like his old self, even though he knew he was still not getting as close to people as he had before. He was hoping that maybe at football practice he would be even more comfortable with acting himself. Cause it was on the field that he always felt he could let it all go. The coach had them suit up completely for the training session, full on football gear. Marc noticed how the stretch pants part of the uniform felt very much like the hose he wore the night before, but the jock was no match for the silk pleasure the 'mantie' thong was. For a moment he thought of trying to get the two straps of his jock to go up between his ass cheeks instead of around his butt, but didn't think he could get away with positioning it like that around all the guys. "What the hell did you do man?" he heard from behind him. Marc again found LeRoy coming up behind me. The black teen was fully dressed in his football uniform and was carrying his helmet in his hand. "Am I seeing what I'm seeing? Or not seeing?" "What...what are you talking about?" Marc asked incredibly nervously. "Certain forest of leg hair missing boy. Been parading those furry legs around the gym since Middle school and suddenly you're as shaved smooth as I am naturally. Do NOT tell me that is why you bailed on us last night. To shave your legs?!?!" LeRoy said with a smile on his face, sitting across from where Marc was dressing. Marc's mind went into over drive. He forgot all about the shaving and trimming down his dick hair. Was so concerned about his chest looking normal enough still that no one would know what was going on, for forgot about the missing leg hair. "Keep it down! No there was other stuff up. You wouldn't know since you've yet to become a grown up like the rest of us. But when you're pulling on these stretch shorts, what leg hair that isn't yanked out, painfully, the first time is taken little by little over the season. Thought I'd give a shave a try or start popping Vicodin," Marc said PRAYING it would be just stupid enough an idea to pass as real. "Instead of the stuff we've been seeing you take since the start of the year?" "Hey, the swim team shaves their whole BODIES to cut down on water resistance. Maybe it'll help cut down wind resistance with my running for a pass." "The swim team shaves their bodies cause they're a load of crazy ass fags. Which is why we don't let them on the football team. You just happen to only be crazy, but we knew that for years. You ready?" "Yea, let's go." Despite his unbridled eagerness, Marc struggled for the minute he walked on the field. Not that he didn't try, he gave it his all. It was just that 'his all' was far from what it used to be. He got winded quickly and felt as week as he'd ever felt. His concentration was for shit but that was par for the course since he started taking the memory supplements his Father gave him. He was being tackled constantly which hurt his chest like hell. Which made him hesitate certain moves which made him play even worse. The true nightmare hit shortly after that. When the Coach balled him out, Marc had to admit he deserved, and then he started to cry. He wasn't even strong enough to stop it from humiliating himself. As the Coach reminded him before throwing him off the field, crying like a girl. Marc left his uniform behind after he cleaned out his locker of all Football team material. Maybe who ever was going to take his place on the team could use it. Marc was really trying not to cry as he walked past the field where the rest of the team was still being allowed to practice. While he went home to his panties and to check on his tits. His Dad was right. He wasn't going to be one of those athletic girls. He was just going to be a girl. Despite all the muscles he guessed hadn't been that far from being one all along. As Marc got to the far end of the field he could hear someone calling his name. LeRoy ran up to him on the other side of the fence, out of breath from the sprint over. They were far away from the other players where no one could hear them. "Marc......what is going on?" he said as sincere as anyone has ever asked. "Let me help, let anyone help." Marc just turned and walked to his car before he started crying again. His Father again tried to console Marc as best he could about the incident. Along with reminding Marc that he had been trying to warn him that this might happen. And that his Father was always right. Marc's Father did have a bag full of items for Marc though. He had found the hair removal cream he talked about. Henry explained that it was also something of a hair inhibitor. So that not only would it talk longer for the hair to regrow. The more Marc used it the less it would come back. Then Henry showed Marc the rest of the bag's contents. Out spilled more make up than Marc had ever seen before. Lipsticks, eye shadows, eye liners, nail polish, blushes, covers, lip liners...... Different shades of each, blues and reds mixed in with different variations on tan and brown. All the things Marc would ever need to get started. Nothing he had the slightest idea on how to use. "Wow, that's a lot. Hope these are the trial size things you get once I a while, like the deodorant, for free. Hate for you to spend all this much money on me," Marc said digging though the products. "Don't worry about that. Don't question a thing. I'm happy to help and I know you're happy to have all a great array of make up to pick from. You just do what ever you need to do, go to any lengths, to get comfortable with using what ever makes you look pretty. Understand Marc?" his Father said. "Sure, Dad, sure." He had to just keep remembering, it was for the best, his Father was just trying to help. And that he couldn't figure out the underwear immediately from the day before and that worked out OK. This would too. Thanking his Father again, Marc took the bag of beauty products up to his room. At first he though about laying them out on his dresser, but figured the bathroom would be best. Although once he got all the items out of the bag and on to the sink, he wished he had a bigger bathroom. Well, he thought, not like I need all this old boy shit anymore. Into his little bathroom trashcan went his bottles of cologne, he'd have to look into getting some real perfume. His hair gel, no more punking it up for parties. Wouldn't be needing his stronger deodorant that helped cover up his man stink after a hard game. Probably wouldn't be seeing the inside of a locker room ever again so no need to worry about athletes feet, or need the power to get rid of it. Marc even tossed in the couple of brand new sticks of black paint that athletes put on their cheeks to cut down on glare from the sun. Unless he was going to also become a Goth girl and smear that shit around his eyes, not under them, he wouldn't be needing that any longer either. When he was done, there was now plenty of room for his new stuff. Stuff he still had no idea what to do with. Well, sure he had kind of an idea how to put lipstick on. And Marc knew those little brush thingies were to make your eyelashes longer. But even then there had to be a difference between just slopping it on and applying it so it looked good. At least he could use the hair remover tonight. The instructions on that seemed pretty straight forward. Shake well, point, spray, wait 7 to 8 minutes, shower, don't use soap. Marc felt that even he could handle that. His legs were still fine. There was a bit of a stubble feeling if he rubbed them real hard but not enough to need a reshave or try this foam out on. But his cheat was still pretty hairy. If his chest looked like it might be budding while covered with fur, lets see what it looks like when it's smooth as a centerfolds. Marc took the can, shook it up and started spraying everything above his groin. From where he stopped shaving the other night to just below his neck, in the underarms and even his shoulders. He didn't think he had much, if any hair on his back. But he had to wait a few minutes. Standing in the bathroom watching the foam kind of settle down on his skin as it did its job. His arms slightly hunched outwards so his pits were open to the air instead of pressed against him while the foam there worked. While he waited the 5 to 7 minutes Marc kept looking at all the make up. There was just no way he knew what to do with all that. Then he remembered. Getting ready for the football season one of the other guys on the team found some videos on Youtube that showed how other teams handled some plays and did their training. Could some women maybe have put some instructional videos online that might help. Hell, it was Youtube. Were there drag queens who posted how a guy can make up to look like a girl? Marc wanted to go check the internet but he still had a few minutes waiting for the stuff to take effect. It also started to get warm, like burning get warm. It had gotten a bit more than uncomfortable by the time he jumped in the shower and started brushing the foam off. With it, most of the hair went too. His skin was kind of red, but it did do a better job than shaving. Marc just did a little touch up with his razor for spots that didn't get enough foam for it to work. And got out of the shower practically hairless from the neck down, save for a neatly trimmed patch of dick hair. Marc looked in the mirror with mixed emotions. Having spent his life as a boy who thought he would always be a boy, sports figures like bodybuilders were the epitome of manhood. Their shaved down bodies, keeping nothing from people being able to see their built up muscles. Marc wasn't as big as those guys, but he could now clearly see the results of his years playing football, working out in the gym, running in the off season. Nicely buff without being too big. No signs of ever slacking off in his training. Except for now his chest. And the swelling around the nipples that could not be anything else but breast growth. His Dad said the stuff worked fast. Marc slipped the bra from the night before on. Again shifting the flesh of his chest to make it look like breasts. It wouldn't be long. Marc got on his computer and started searching Youtube. He found a lot of videos but not really what he was looking for. There were guys showing how they made themselves up to look like women. Some starting out looking older and more male than Marc currently did, and winding up looking more female than he ever thought he could achieve. There just wasn't a lot of details given. What was with the foundation they put on first. And some even seemed to use like a green covering over their beard. Wouldn't that draw more attention? After doing some digging he found that not only were some of the videos shot at the same place, but it was somewhere downtown. Doing some more digging he found their web site. "Mamma Tee's Boutique". It was oddly worded. It said everything BUT that it was a store for men to come and dress like women. They offered make overs and instructions. Could they...... Marc checked the clock, it was almost 9. He'd been at it for hours. They might still be open. Could he... "Mamma Tee's," the upbeat voice said on the phone. Marc had heard voices like that before. The voice of a man trying to sound like a woman. "Hello, can I help you?" "Ummmm, yes I was wondering if I could make an appointment? For instructions. Make up instructions?" Marc said with more shake to his voice than he'd ever heard. "Sure thing doll. We have an opening on Saturday?" Marc did the math in his head real quick. If he went over the weekend, there'd be a lot of people on the street seeing him go in there, knowing why he was going in. But if he cut classes he could go during the day when most people were at work. "Anything during the week? Like Tuesday afternoon, early afternoon?" "Sorry sweetie, not going to be open on Tuesday. How about 1:30 on Wednesday? Does that work for you?" "Yea, yea that will be fine. You know...you know I'm a guy? That's OK right? You're going to be showing..." "Hun, it's what we're here for. Don't worry. We'll take care of you. If you've got any make up of your own you'd like help with bring it along. Otherwise we've got everything you need. What's you name, Hon?" ".......Marc." "OK Marc, This is Momma Tee and I'll see you at 1:30. You have a good evening." He was kind of on a high when he hung up the phone. Marc was as scared about the next steps he was going to be taking, as he was excited. He knew he was doing the right thing, even though it was a bit odd. But he knew he was doing what was needed to reach his goal. Just like his Dad said. It has been a long week though. And it was only Wednesday. Looking for information on the internet at least made Marc feel like he was accomplishing things. A bit more centered, like he might be getting a grasp of all this. So the next morning, Marc did everything he usually would to get ready for school. Except go to school. His Dad always left before him, and this day was no different. So once he watched his Father's car pull out of the drive way, go down the street and disappear around the corner, Marc kicked off his shoes and headed back up to his room, and his computer. The day was spent going from one transgender site after another. Checking out message boards. Reading other trans women's accounts. Marc was happy to read all the stories, glad to know he wasn't alone, but none of the accounts sounded anything close to what he was going through. So many of the others lived so much of their lives as girls or women before they even started to consider transitioning. And he had not even worn a skirt yet. In the early afternoon Marc decided that if he was going to have the house to himself, he might as well try on more of his special clothing. He really now wanted the bras to be filled out right, but they still looked odd sitting on his chest. Everything fitting right except for the empty cup. And they were built so that even stuffing them with toilet paper might have filled them out, but looked dumb with toilet paper cleavage. Trying not to get too frustrated, he tossed it aside and went back to the bra he was having so much luck with and some of the tighter panties. The trick he tried the other day worked this time. Securing his dick in the stretch fabric of the panty he was able to pull it back, till it practically disappeared. Something that completely amazed Marc. He left his computer for a while to just stare at what now appeared to be an empty groin in his bathroom mirror. Marc kept thinking maybe he was just nervous or new to it the other night when it didn't work. Marc moved his dick around some more to see if he could make the area even smoother, when like it did the other night, it just felt different. Marc pulled down his panties and started playing with his dick some. Damn if it wasn't noticeably smaller now. He looked around his new forest of beauty products and found the hand cream. Pumping a small amount into his hands Marc started using that to play with himself. It was taking forever though. And he just felt so much smaller. When he rested his dick, as hard as he could get it, in the palm of his hand, it didn't even stretch from one end to the other. Shit, after great game once he got so hard he could wrap BOTH hands around his cock when he jagged off in the shower. At least his nuts were......DAMN his nuts were barely there anymore. Marc tried to stop worrying about it and just get the job done. Tried concentrating on other things, like...well he tried thinking about past girlfriends wearing the outfit he was now wearing, but that did nothing. Then he tried guys, but he didn't know that many guys he would be attracted to. Football players maybe but he didn't know what any football players looked like naked except for the guys on his team....like LeRoy when he came over the other day....out of the shower.....deep cocoa brown skin shimmering with water.... As confused as to why the thought of LeRoy was the one thing that got him to shoot, Marc was just happy that something did it. So happy in fact that he didn't even notice that the much smaller amount of cum he shot into the sink was all but clear. The session did have the effect that it helped calm Marc down some more. Taking the day off from school turned out to be the right thing he felt. He might be able to handle school, and he was working on handling .....all this.......but handling school WHILE he was handling all this......he just needed the break. Marc even felt comfortable to leave his room in the afternoon, dressed up in his undies, without covering them up. He'd been wandering around the house in his boxers for years but, leaving his room in just the lacy undies was a big step. But he got through the evening safe. His Dad gave him more support, he wasn't letting up on his positive view of the whole situation. Which made Marc feel all the more secure. Things had gone so well that Marc tempted fate and stayed home the next day too. Again he pretended to get ready for school. Tried to act as normal as possible, but as soon as his Dad was out the door he was up the steps and into his panties. Most of the day was again spent surfing the web for transgender information. Of course 99% of the stuff Marc came up with while doing a search was bizarre drag queen porn which wasn't exactly what he was gong for. There were some sites that promised pictures of real post operative women having sex, which marc thought he might look at just to see how the end results came out. But they were all pay sites and he figured he'd given his Father enough of a shock finding charges for bras and panties on his credit card. But while Marc was feeling safe in the house, he was also feeling really cooped up. Except for a couple of days of school he hadn't been out of the four walls of his bedroom since, well that last night he hung out with all the guys. It was still early afternoon and thought maybe a quick run to the mall would be good to clear his head. He didn't really want to change out of his girl clothes so he threw on some old but thick jeans and a sweatshirt that was fairly thick too. And just before he headed out Marc grabbed his Varsity Sports school jacket to wear too, that should cover well. He was a little hesitant to wear it, since technically he was eligible to wear it. But it had earned it and, hell, his Dad had paid for it. It had been a while since Marc had gone to the local mall. Hadn't realized how much of his shopping was done on line these days. All the CD stores were gone, too many people loading up their iPods. Sports Authority, Nike Store, Footlocker....pretty much a waste of time now. Marc ducked into the comic store for a bit. Couldn't remember the last time he regularly picked up a comic series. After flipping through the stacks he found one character he'd forgotten about, but it made his laugh some at the image. The She Hulk. Big green muscle bound female superhero. Well shit, bump up his boobs and a coat of green paint and Marc figured he wasn't that far off the being the She-Hulk himself. Certainly was never going to be in Wonder Woman's league of femininity. While passing the one lone last giant department store still open, Marc saw that the perfume counter was close to the entrance. He'd never really thought about how close to the front of the store the section was. But the sparkling bottles of perfume were certainly a draw and caught the eye. Just looking over the bottles was intimidating. How could anyone be expected to pick anything other than just a random throw of the dart? And if you picked something wrong you were stuck with something you just spent a small fortune on that you'd never wear. "Can I help you sir?" a voice asked off to the side. "No" Marc said WAY too nervously. "I'm just looking. Getting uhhhh, getting a birthday present ideas." "I see. Is it for your Mother or a girlfriend?" the saleswoman asked "My sister. Twin sister." Where'd the fuck did he come up with twin sister. "Well perfume is a bit of a personal item. We do sell gift certificates, although that can be the other side of the spectrum of being far too impersonal. Would you like a few free samples? I could give you a small variety of scents. Have your sister tell you which one she likes best and we could always go from there to narrow down a gift she would like and is in your price range?" Marc at first was going to turn her down and make a break for it, but free shit was free shit. "That would be great and a big help. Thank you very much. I'm very lost at all of this." "Most boys into sports are. I'll just take a minute," the saleswoman said turning away to gather the samples she promised. Marc was feeling pretty good. Scored a bag of free stuff. With the free makeup his Dad got him he was getting pretty well set up. He started fiddling with the display perfume bottles while he waited but nearly dropped one when his eye caught something in a mirror on the counter. Reflected way in the distance behind him, quite clearly, were a number of guys heading through the mall, all wearing Varsity jackets from his school. Marc checked his watch real quick. DAMN! Half hour after classes got out, he's lost track of time. Quickly Marc threw off his jacket, rolled into a ball and held it in front of him, trying his best to keep his back to the guys out in the mall. If he was just wearing the average standard school jacket, there'd be no problem. Anyone could get one. But the Varsity jackets were different in style and how they displayed the school colors. Which is why the saleswoman knew he was into sports. And why he was able to tell the guys in the mall were Varsity. Which meant they could look in, see his jacket and wonder which member of the team was hanging out at the perfume counter!!! What was taking her so long. "You know, that's OK I don't want to take up any of your time. I'll just come back with her and..." "Oh I almost have it. I just remembered we got in a very few samples of Sara Jessica Parker's new scent that I think would make a nice surprise for her. Just need to find them." Marc could hear their voices getting louder, which meant they were getting closer. He prayed that since they were still real guys, they wouldn't have a reason to come in a store like this. He hadn't till today. Repositioning himself Marc found a better mirror to watch the guys. He could see he knew them now. LeRoy, Parker, Adam and he was pretty sure Thomas. If they saw it was him, they would come over and want to know what was going on. Marc kept moving to keep his back between himself and the guys when he saw something else in the mirror. His little breasts showing through his shirt. Just barely. Maybe it was the lighting causing them to shadow more than at home. Maybe it was the way he was holding the damn jacket in front of him, kind of bunching his chest up some. Maybe he was having a panic attack at the thought of the only thing worse than being caught picking up perfume when the guys would know he'd have no one to give it to, was to be caught picking up perfume because you're growing in your own set of tits!! "Sorry for the wait, here you are," the saleswoman said handing over a bag far too small to be worth this stress. "Thank you. Sorry to rush but......I have to take a crap," Marc said trying to come up with some reason why he bolted for the exit out into the parking lot that HAD to make security think he swiped something on the way out. But he didn't care. He was out of the building and headed towards his car. Had to walk around the outside of the huge mall but it wasn't like he could go back in. The guys MIGHT see him and everyone WOULD see him again crying like a fucking little girl. Marc was so upset pulling out of the mall that he almost crashed into another car. The sudden thought of getting into a crash, while wearing his girlie undies and having to explain.....Marc just took it nice and slow on the way home, sticking to back street. When Marc got home to the safety of the house, he took a deep breath of relief hit the play button on the answering machine. Thinking it was his Father calling to see where he wanted to eat on their usual Friday night out dinner. It wasn't his Father. "Mr. Jacobs this is Principal Cook of Grove High again. Just confirming from our talk this morning that I'll see you and Marc in my office Monday morning to discuss Marc's recent absences along with our concerns over his grades and expulsion from the football team. Thank you." This is where Marc found one major draw back to wearing thong panties even in the privacy of your own home. That when you almost shit you yourself, there's nothing there to catch it. While Marc stressed out for the rest of the day, he was relived to find his Father was perfectly OK not only with his staying home, but having a meeting with the Principal on Monday. "For one thing Marc, you're technically an adult since you've over 18. While I want you to still go to school, there's nothing I can do to force you and nothing they can do either. As for you missing class, I do wish you had told me." "I'm sorry Dad," Marc said in a voice he didn't think he could have made that small two weeks before. "I think we're at a place where we're well beyond ever having to keep anything from one another. We'll just talk to Mr. Cook. You know, we were going to have to tell the school sooner or later. There's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. It's not like you're breaking the law. You're just doing what's right for you. And you know I love you for doing what's right regardless of what the school might think." A sudden shock came over Marc. His Dad was right of course, he always was. But Marc had hoped on keeping his transition, basically, under wraps till he graduated. Maybe wear bulky clothes all winter. Today proved he needed to do that already. Get a lame ass note to get out of PE. But not walk around the school like a girl. Not dress up and wear make up around people who were his friends. "You want to go put some more clothes on and we'll get dinner out tonight?" Marc looked down to see what his Father was talking about. He hadn't even thought about the fact that he was sitting here, talking to his Dad while only wearing a bra and panties. How used to all this stuff was he already? How out of it was he becoming. Marc muttered something along the likes of "Sure" and ran up the stairs to change. While he thought he could get away with at least wearing the panties out of the house, the whole "Car Wreck ? Hospital ? Everyone sees" scenario started overwhelming him again. Certainly the bra was a no go. They wouldn't droop that much if he didn't war it for a few hours. But when Marc took the bra off, he found things were budding as his Father said they might. No wonder they were so obvious in the store. There on his chest, just in back of his nipples. Two obvious mounds beginning. Small that's for sure. Marc had heard, and seen in the bodybuilding magazine he bought once in a while about something called a 'Bitch's Tit.' Something bodybuilders grew when they took steroids without a doctor and screwed up their body chemistry. These weren't Bitch's Tits. Just tits. He reached up and gave each a little flip with his fingers. The shock wave of sensation that ran through him almost got his little dick hard again. If that was going to be what it was like when they came in...... Marc through a t-shirt on but, just barely, they were noticeable through them. A regular shirt over the t- shirt worked fine. He even got up the courage to ask his Father if he 'saw anything' before they left the house. Which his Father reassuringly said, no. Essentially Marc spent the weekend staring at his tits and waiting for the meeting with the Principal. He read on line that young girls needed to war a 'trainer bra' as their breasts came in to help shape them. That without that support the breasts would sag. Marc guessed that's what the "Boy's First Bra" he had been wearing was doing. He guessed that was a good thing. If he was going to have tits he wanted nice perky titties, not big saggy, hanging down to her knees boobs like Aunt Shirley. He didn't feel like he could go to the game that Saturday night. Too many people would want to know where he'd been. Or ask why he wasn't on the team any longer. At least the town was big enough and local sports popular enough that he could watch the game on the local access cable TV channel. His Dad was out, as he often was. So Marc snagged a beer, sat on the couch in the basement in his bra and boxers watching the game and scratching himself. While he still had something to scratch. But Monday morning came. As much as Marc wished it didn't. His Father had left the house incredibly early, saying he had something to take care of before they saw the Principal, but would be there on time. He wasn't. Marc was left sitting with the Principal in uncomfortable silence for almost 10 minutes before his Dad showed up. Who quickly apologized for his lateness and delivered the news about Marc's upcoming gender transition. Much, needless to say, to Principal Cook's shock. "Really? I'm sorry. That was rude,. Yes, well. ............OK. " he said trying to snap back to professionalism. "Well, Marc......I can't say that I fully understand what you're going through, but I can see why things have been happening the way they have now. While we have not had a......student go through a sex change....." "Gender reassignment," his Father said interrupting. "Yes, sorry, gender reassignment, as you know we do have a very open gay student population....." "My son's not gay. He just feels he should have been born a girl. We're taking steps to correct that," again, his Father interrupting. Marc was getting as much relieved that his Father was supporting him this much as he was getting embarrassed by all this. "Yes but it's my understanding that the transgender population does tend to identify themselves along with the gay and lesbian community. Anyway, I assure you that while it may be difficult at times, we will do everything in our power to..." "There will be no 'difficult'. I see no reason why the staff should even know till Marc decides to start dressing in female clothes. Which he will do in time, but his own time. But my son will not have a spotlight turned on him because of this even then. The staff can be told that Marc is dealing with a heath crisis that requires his suspension from gym class and, at times, will require him to stay home without notice. Satisfying their curiosity is not their business. Marc will not be made an example or a mockery of his situation. He will be allowed to come and go from school, and live his life the way he needs to be happy, in total and complete peace. Or I will sue you." "You have to understand the dynamics of high school life and the maturity level of..." "You have to understand that I don't care. Those are you matters to deal with. My son will not be treated any different, and will be left in peace. And please understand. When I say, I will sue you. I mean that along with the School Board and the school itself, I mean you. Principal..." His father turned the Principal's name plate towards him to read better. "Charles Cook. I...will sue....you. If he is in class and faces any difficulties because of this, I will sue all of you AND the teacher. If he's harassed by any student, I will have charges brought against them. I think you see where I'm going. There will be no difficult." "It's not often we have a parent so protective of their child," the Principal said leaning back in his chair, knowing he had nowhere to go with this. "And perhaps you wouldn't be doing the mental calisthenics trying to figure out just which of the delinquents you let get away shit instead of properly disciplining them will be the one to knock all the blocks over. You see, Marc and I are not na?ve. We know it will happen. I'm just letting you know our response when it does." "You certainly are." "On to other things. If Marc feels he needs a day at home, to deal with his transition I think we can understand why that would not be an issue. If he is not here for first class I think it's safe to say he won't be here all day. Could your teachers make a note to gather what he's missed together and I could pick it up on the way home?" "That would be....acceptable." "Excellent. Now in three weeks Marc will be out for a time. Perhaps as much as two weeks. I'll give you the exact time frame once everything is confirmed. Instead of having the home work assignments put together day by day, could the work for that time be but together before hand so he could do some of it, when he feels like, as he recuperates?" The word 'recuperate" hit both Marc and the Principal fairly hard. "Certainly. But, may I ask, recuperates?" "Yes. The reason I was late was because I was making arraignments to have Marc's gender transition surgery done at an upstate private hospital in Mid October. Barring any unforeseen issues that might come up in the preliminary tests, Marc at that time will be having the reconstruction surgery that will remove his penis, form his vagina and relocate his urinary track" Marc's Dad said almost blissfully ignorant of the complete and total silence that hung in the room. "Is that the homework you missed from last week, Sweetie? Bet you could use the rest of the day off. Why don't I take you home, you can catch up on that today and start going back to classes tomorrow. That sound good?" to be continued..........