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Butch and Stacy 12 Since I came out of my coma I have seen myself as Stacy the girl. Now I am told that for most of my life I have been Butch, a guy. Who am I? WHAT am I? Is there any place in the world for a creature like me? ............................... The very next day mom and I moved into our apartment. It was spacious, bright, and modern and I had a huge bedroom to myself with my own bath. I wanted to be happy, but instead I was miserable. I had asked Liz about my past and she had told me everything, as much as she could. Mom then confirmed what I had heard. I had a birth defect, I was born defective, and had looked and lived like a guy but unbeknownst to me I had been a girl all the time. Mom had worked some favors with the school secretary in charge of records back in my home district so that she would alter the computer and hard copy files for me to show that I had been always registered as a girl student (which in fact I should have been so that was not really dishonest) and that I was two years younger than I really am. Mom is now some kind of big shot with the State Department or something, and helped the secretary work out family issues with immigration, we had some markers we could call in. The revised transcript was accepted by my new school district without question. I should have been grateful, and in a way I was. It would have been impossibly horrible for me to try to explain the whole mess to the new school, and all the kids would have found out about it too of course. But despite her getting me safely registered as Stacy, a 12 year old girl, and despite the cool apartment, I still was hurt and resentful toward mom. She understood and was always apologizing, saying that she had not meant her words on the phone to seem so harsh, that she had been literally under life and death stress and was not expecting to have to deal with my issues just then. When I ran off she was afraid she would never see me again, and she was very nearly right about that. She could not stand to live all alone, with nobody. She had no family; Liz was one of her few friends. For years, it had just been her and me. She needed me, but she had needed me too much and in the wrong way and it had almost cost me my life. It was no use getting mad at her; whenever I would say something about how awful she had been, she would just hang her head and agree, saying she didn't blame me at all, I was completely right to say what I said. It is hard to fight somebody who won't fight back. So we made kind of a cold peace between us. We were not a cozy family unit, but we were able to share the same space without open warfare. I could not stand to be around my new friends any more. They were normal, I was not. They were either boys or girls, I was not. I did not belong. When they called to ask me to go eat or go shopping I just said, "I'm busy" every time, just curt and rude like that. Whenever I felt bad about acting so cold toward such nice kids, I just told myself that they were better off without me. Eventually they took the hint and stopped calling. All except Zach. He came every day, bringing some silly gift, like a pen that would light up when you wrote with it, and the top would spin around. That made me smile, which unfortunately encouraged him. I never wanted to hurt him but eventually I had to come right out and tell him how it was. "You should find another girl. I am not normal. Sooner or later I will cause you shame and embarrassment. I am damaged goods, and I do not mean because of the rape. I do not deserve you. You will be much happier without me, in the long run." But he got stern with me then. "Let me be the judge of what and who makes me happy, okay? If you are feeling down on yourself, for whatever reason, then I will have to cherish you enough to make up for it." I played my ace in the hole, one which I knew his honorable spirit could not defeat. "Because you are the person you are, Zach, I know that you will not force your will upon me. If I ask you forthrightly, you will not deny me. Therefore I do ask. Please stay away. Keep your distance. If you do not, you will be forcing yourself on me." His face reddened, and I thought for the first time he might lose control of himself. But he just bowed stiffly without saying anything and walked away. I went into my room, flopped down on my bed and bawled. I should never have flirted with him, never played games with his feelings. What had I imagined I was doing? I had been so unfair, drawing him in to a hopeless relationship! I wished I had come back out of my coma as Butch and not as Stacy. It would have made more sense, I had spent more of my life as him. And I would not be embroiled in all these complicated emotions. I asked mom about that, and Liz and Doc, and they could not explain why I woke up as Stacy either. "The mind is a complicated thing," Doc admitted. "You had deeply identified with the role of Stacy, and risked your friendship with Matt in order to be true to your new self. You had risked shame and ostracism just for a few days as the girl you wanted to be. That may have something to do with it. Also you had been receiving some massive hormone therapy, to help you heal and to make up for lost time; that might have pushed you toward the Stacy side. Your friends who were so supportive, and who still would be if you would only let them, only knew you as Stacy so that reinforced your identity as you came out of the coma. Finally, your mom and Liz and I agreed to address you as Stacy from now on because that had been your decision, your choice, and we wanted to honor it. And when you were coming out of your coma, I did call you Stacy by name, so maybe that is the part of yourself that responded? Maybe because it was Stacy who answered the call to wake up, you awoke as her?" "But Stacy was a fake, wasn't she?" I pleaded. "The whole thing was a farce, it was ridiculous to think I could ever really be anything like a normal girl. Because I never was." I felt like a monster. I just wanted to crawl into a dark cave somewhere and grow scales and a tail. They just shook their heads but had nothing more to say. Liz eventually whispered "Maybe with time you can make peace with yourself. There are a lot of people on your side. We all want you to win this struggle." I wanted to scream and fight but everybody just wanted to be kind and helpful so I couldn't. It was just a couple days now until the start of school and I had no fall outfits. Since I had recently refused my friends when they tried to take me to the mall just as they had earlier in the summer, I let mom take me shopping now, just to get it done with. I rejected all the cute trendy outfits. that was not me, it was not how I felt. I ended up choosing some shapeless pullover tops, turtleneack sweaters, and basic jeans. I would look more like Butch, like the guy who had worn that junk I found in my luggage, than I would look like the Stacy of last summer. That was fine with me. Mom did talk me into getting a pair of black boots. They were heavy; they would keep my feet anchored so that I would not stumble so much. And the lace-up ankles could keep my legs from wobbling so badly. Ever since I had found out about Butch, I had been having a relapse. I was stumbling and stuttering more, and I also forgot some of the memories I had been regaining. All that work with the therapists, wasted. My friends tried to show me around school on the first day but I avoided them. Matt and Zoe did show me where to find the classrooms, and the all important cafeteria, and the especially important girls' rest rooms. I felt more comfortable around the Wilson kids, because they knew my secret while the others did not. At the same time, it made me feel both sad and awkward. I knew now that I had in fact been Matt's buddy for years and we had palled around the way guys do; the image of that made me feel uncomfortable, even disgusted. And I had been having fun with Zoe just a few days ago, thinking we were both alike, girls the same age...she had not wanted to shock me with the truth, and it had indeed come as a shock, but I missed the closeness I used to feel with her. I was embarrassed to have to go to a special class for English and History, since my verbal skills had deteriorated so badly. The good part was that this meant I got to go see a cognitive specialist, Ms. Black, and she was really great. She did not push me, and spoke slowly and softly, and was never critical. She got me to worry less about the past and future and focus more on the present, on what I was thinking and feeling right now in this moment. Gradually I got more in touch with my self. Then she started asking "So you feel at peace right now, you feel relaxed? When were some other times you felt like that?" And it began to seem natural to call up these memories because they echoed my present feelings. In that way my memories began to return to me. I have no idea why, maybe it was just the passage of time, but as my memory got better so did my stumbling and stuttering. The worst part of school was Lila. She followed me around like a hawk, trying to make trouble. Once when Matt was with me she sailed across the hall at me and tried to bump me hard, but Matt got between us and she bumped him instead. Of course she had no more impact on him than if she had run into a brick wall. She glared at him and he chuckled which just made her madder. Then there came times when Matt had to go to another wing of the school and could not accompany me to a couple classes. He was two years ahead of me now, after all, so our schedules were different. Lila thought this was her chance, and came at me again, but Zoe was with me and she just yelled, "Help! Help! Assault!" which was very brave of her since Lila was big and strong and Zoe was even shorter and thinner than I was. But it worked, Lila cleared out. Of course there were times when I had to go down the hall by myself, when because of their schedules neither of the Wilsons could go with me. Then Lila would pounce. Usually she would bump me hard with her body, so it would not look as if I had been tripped or pushed. Because I was still weak, I would fall over and spill my books. She was greatly amused. "Oh the poor little crippled girl, should we give her some help?" And they would pick up my stuff, she and her posse, but they would mess with it before giving it back. Like breaking pencils, ripping notebooks, spilling out my juice box, stuff like that. Often the vice principal, a pudgy red faced man, would come boiling up and ask Lila what happened and she would say I instigated an incident. He would write me up and give me detention and never do anything to her at all. One time she noticed Zach's light-up pen lying on the tiled hall floor and picked it up. "Oh does our poor little crippled girl like kiddie toys? Maybe it's time she grew up; let's help her." And she twisted it until it broke. The vice principal showed up right then, saw the pen, and demanded "Did you break this, Ms. Mullens?" And I said, "No, it's mine, Lila broke it." It was the first time he had ever asked me anything, he had always just taken Lila's version of things. But he replied "Oho, now you are violating the school code against bringing electronics to class! Adding this to another violent incident, that means an extra hour of detention for you this evening. You are a terrible influence on this school, coming in here with your rulebreaking and your violent ways." I would swear he gave Lila a little smile as he walked away, as if the two of them shared some amusing secret. But Lila was not satisfied. The very next time she knocked me over she demanded that I fight back but I refused. "I know why you want me to fight," I spat at her. "If I do, it will give your buddy the vice principal an excuse to suspend me." "Suspend, hell," she snorted. "I'm gonna get you expelled. And I know just how to do it, and you can't stop me." That time was my fifth detention. There was no sixth; I soon found out just what Lila had in mind that would provoke me to fight against my will. It was getting into October. The football team was doing really well, but Lila was furious that her brother Kevin was not middle linebacker; Matt had replaced him at that position. She could not attack Matt so she attacked me to get at him. Now she attacked somebody I couldn't help caring about, somebody I would fight to protect. Cho. Innocent gentle Cho who had never done a thing to harm Lila or any other living creature. It was the middle of the day, and some kids were hanging around the halls before going to cafeteria. Lila roared up with her hangers-on, pushing Kevin in front of her. "Go do it!" she hissed to him. "I'll tell the whole world what a wuss you are if you are afraid of a little girl like her!" and she pushed him. "Do it! Coward!" She had pushed him into Cho, who looked up at him with a puzzled expression on her face. He raised his fist, but undid the fist. He looked over his shoulder at Lila. "Coward!" she screamed. He slapped Cho across the cheek. Stunned, she sank to the floor in tears, her hand gingerly touching her face. "Again!" roared Lila. Kevin raised his hand again, but stopped. Cho was crawling on all fours toward the door of the nearest classroom; he followed her on his knees, tears on his own face, begging forgiveness. "What a weakling! Guess you can't send a boy to do a woman's job!" And she ran up to Cho with her fist upraised. She won, she got me, I could not let this happen. I could not have held back even if I had wanted to. She wanted a fight? I'd give her one, no matter if it meant I'd never be allowed back into school again. But as I decided this, and stepped between her and Cho, firmly planting my booted feet to block Lila's path, it was as if pieces inside me began to click together. I knew, I could feel it in my bones, that I had done this before. I had stood up to bigger kids, fought them, and won. I had done it in the playgrounds and back alleys of my old home town. I had to fight because I was such a short skinny guy. I had to prove I was tough. They were big and strong so I had to be quick, and sneaky...and fight dirty. It was my equalizer. It was how I earned respect, and stopped getting picked on. "So did the poor little crippled Stacy grow some backbone?" Lila sneered. "The name is Butch, bitch," I growled, in a surprisingly deep voice. "Remember it." My response stunned her, and bought me a split second of time I could use to my advantage. I considered pulling the back of her top up over her head and arms the way hockey players do. It immobilizes the opponent and blinds him at the same time, so you can hit him at will. But her top was fitted too tightly to work that way. So I quickly slipped off my own top, one of those shapeless pullovers I had, and twisted it into a whip. Guys do this with their towels in locker rooms all over the world. You snap somebody with a twisted up towel, get them just right, and it stings like hell. You can even leave a welt. While her fist was still raised, I snapped her in the face. She jumped back. This was great! I had a distance weapon, this would keep her from closing with me. Every time she tried to attack, I stung her. She was furious, losing control. Finally she came charging at me, screaming, fist raised, ignoring my whip. She was letting her emotions rule her, and that made it easy to dodge her blow. She missed, and slammed face first into the lockers, with a bang. Purple with rage, she spun around and came at me again, windmilling both arms. Once more she was easy to dodge, and as she went by, I grabbed one of her arms, twisted it behind her, and threw her up against the lockers again. Now, although she was shaking with anger, Lila took a deep breath and composed herself. She started bobbing and weaving, circling around me like a boxer. She protected herself with a raised right forearm and kept flicking out a left jab. I kept stinging her but she simply ignored it. Jab! Jab! They were not damaging blows, but they hurt. She was maneuvering me into a corner where the lockers met the wall beside the class doorway. I fell back before her, giving ground. Confident now, she made her final approach. Once I was cornered, she would finish me off. Instead of retreating into the corner, I suddenly lunged forward! I slammed the heel of my heavy boot into her instep. Howling in pain, she doubled over. Anticipating this, I came up under her chin with my forearm, knocking her backward. My blow lifted her off her feet, hands splayed open. Taking advantage, I charged her with my head down, and butted her in the solar plexus, right below the middle of her ribs. WIth a "whuff!" of expelled air she folded in two. As she did so, I knit my fingers into a double fist and brought them down hard on the back of her neck, right at the base of the skull. Lila collapsed in a limp heap onto the cold tile floor of the hallway. She didn't move again. She was out cold. "What's all this? What's all this?" The vice principal stormed into view, tie askew, shirt tail hanging out of his ill fitting suitpants. "Oh no! Call 911! Get an Ambulance! Call the cops!" he looked around but none of the gathered crowd responded. He turned his head and yelled over his shoulder "Ms. Smith! I want the police and EMTs here immediately!" A nervous middle aged women poked her head out of his office door, nodded, and went back. "You!" he roared, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. "More violence! This time you've gone too far!!" "Don't shake her" came a voice from the crowd. "She's had a head injury." He scowled but stopped jerking me around. His grip on my shoulders never eased though. "I want a word with you once the police are done," he hissed. Just then two officers did appear, as the ambulance crew came and carried Lila off on a stretcher. She was groaning and moving her hands, so she would be okay. "Here's the criminal, officers! She attacked that student." The policemen looked at Lila and then at me. "Kinda small to go attacking a big kid like that, isn't she?" one asked. "I know this girl and she is nothing but trouble! I want you to arrest her right now!" But they replied "We also know your Lila Grubb and she is nothing but trouble herself. She has been keeping us busy all summer. We will take this girl's statement when the time is convenient for her, and we will take a statement from Lila Grubb too. It won't be the first or second one we have on file from her." The vice principal looked from the police to me and back, frustrated and furious but impotent. "Don't you care aout the safety of the students in this school?" he asked. "Oh certainly we do," they responded. "That is why we will do this the proper way, and not rush to judgment." They took my phone number and left. "Don't think you're getting away with anything!" the vice principal bellowed at me. "You are on a ten day suspension, starting now! But that's not all; within 24 hours you will be getting official notice of your expulsion hearing. You will never again be attacking innocent students within these halls." He pointed to the exit but I went the other way. "Just where do you think you're going?" "To my locker to get my books. I like my classes, and I want to keep studying my texts." "How dare you defy me!" "What will you do? Expel me?" I sassed. Oh, that felt good. So I went home, and sure enough, a day later I got a ten day notice to appear at a school board hearing for my expulsion. I hardly cared. I felt great. As soon as I stood up to Lila all my parts came back together again, all of Butch's memories, and his street smarts, and his agility too. I no longer had any trouble talking or walking, it was like all that I once had was mine again. Rejecting the old part of me had just left me as the person Lila thought she saw, the broken girl, the cripple. It had taken Butch's return to help me be one whole person. I called up my friends and asked if we could be friends again, and they were not resentful about how I had been, they were just glad to have me back. And Zack came right over in person, with a new goofy gift, a little rubber man you smash on the head and he unsmashes himself and pops back up again. "Like you" he said, "because nothing can keep you down." "Idiot!" I laughed. "He's so homely!" "Sorry," Zach said, "but I couldn't find any in the Heavenly Goddess version." I tickled him for that. He loved it. Then Stacy called up. "Look on your social networks under my account and you might see something you like," she said. So I did. It was a video! Sarah had been lurking in the shadows at the edge of the crowd as Lila attacked and, contrary to school policy, my friend had used her new phone to make a video of the whole fight between me and Lila, starting with her threatening Cho. It was all there, the threats, her aggressiveness, everything. Anybody with half a brain could see that I was protecting Cho, and Lila was attacking me. There would be nothing the vice principal could do to make this look good for his pet student. "It's all over the internet," Sarah crowed. "I've had my friends all over the country repost it themselves, and they've had their friends post it too. It's gone viral. Getting tens of thousands of hits! Of course," she added, "some of those hits may simply be guys getting a look at a cute girl with no top on, just her bra." I was too happy to be irked at her teasing. The whole world knew the truth! The school tried to get the sites to take down the video but other people from all over the world kept reposting it. The genie was out of the bottle. We tried to get an attorney from the best law firm in town but were told they had a conflict and could not handle the case; they were representing Lila. Oh well, we knew she had some kind of powerful protector, somebody who paid for all her plastic surgery. We just got a lawyer from the second best firm. Now I let my friends take me out to the mall, and I had a great time picking fresh looks, including one to wear to the hearing. The chain store where I had bought the bra I had worn on the day of the fight told me that they had sold out of that model within just a few days, and they weren't joking! We all got a good laugh out of that. On the night of the hearing the board room at the school was packed. They had not allowed tv cameras in there, but there were reporters with paper and pencil, and a shoulder to shoulder audience. Lila and Kevin and their mom were there, nicely dressed. Lila looked as much like an innocent angel as she possibly could. I was dressed in a tailored grey linen skirt suit, with a scoop neck avoccado satin shell. For once I wore hose, grey, to give a formal impression, and I had new grey skimmers on my feet, with little bows. I had wanted heels, but Zoe had advised me to get shoes with a low heel to show how much smaller than Lila I was. She was starting to make plans for a legal career, and she already knew how to present a witness at her best. She came to the hearing too, sitting just behind her mom and me. The lights in the room dimmed, except for those over the table where the board were seated. A dignified man with graying hair stood up. He was the board president. "Ladies and gentlemen, friends, colleagues...: he began, "We are here tonight to determine the fate of Stacy Mullen, a new transfer to our system. But I also have some related business to bring before the board, and when I am done I think you will agree that it is high time these other matters were resolved. First, I suppose we should see the video from our security cameras, and hear the report of our vice principal. As you know, he is the officer we have detailed to deal with disciplinary matters." The lights came down further, and a screen descended along one wall. The board secretary fiddled with a laptop, and a grainy image appeared. "Sometimes we do not get a clear image for a few seconds," the vice principal stated, "but all the important parts of the incident are here. Ah now, see? Ms. Mullens is attacking Ms. Grubb, kicking and hitting her. Now she knocks Ms. Grubb unconscious." The lights went up and he read his official report, of my unprovoked attack, my violent nature, my history of disciplinary incidents at the school. Mom grabbed my wrist; she was tense; nervous. "Is there no way we can see what happened during that portion of the video that is grayed out?" asked the board president. "It might have some impact on how we interpret what happened next." "Oh yes, it would be good to know about that, but unfortunately that portion cannot be retrieved," the disciplinarian said. "Well then I am sure you will not mind if we call on a witness? Someone who had a part in these events?" "What? Who...?" asked the vice principle, befuddled. The board president nodded at Kevin, who stood up. He was sworn in as a witness by the board secretary. "Kevin! What in hell do you think you are doing?" his mother asked in a stage-whisper. "Being a man, doing the right thing, something I should have done long ago," he replied. "Tell us your name, and how you were involved in this, and what you noticed, in your own words," the board president directed him. So he did, including the parts that made him look bad. He looked everybody straight in the eye. It was clear he was not hiding anything. When he was done, there was almost nothing left to add. Lila's attorney tried to cut him down with some clever questions but he failed. "Why did you attack this poor girl?" "Lila told me too, and she has always intimidated me." "Well then you aren't much of a man, are you?""No sir I am not, and that is what Lila told me too, when I would not hit Cho a second time." The attorney was flustered and asked no more questions. "Can we please have the screen again?" the board president asked. As it descended, he explained "What you are about to see is an open secret; it is all over the internet. Without a foundation this would not be admissable as evidence, but Kevin has provided that foundation and so now we can use this as corroboration." It was Sarah's video. "Motion to suppress! This was taken in violation of school policy!" Lila's attorney objected. The board president replied "I also am an attorney, and Lila is not here in the position of a defendant and so her rights are more limited. Also, I hope the board will be more intent on the geater interests of justice than on enforcing our anti electronics rule in this one instance." So we got to see the whole thing, including the parts which made it clear who was truly the aggressor. "Jack, why are you doing this?" the vice principal whined. "I'm sorry old friend, but I must. Things have gone too far. Things like THIS..." and we saw video after video of my disciplinary incidents, things for which I had received detention, all with greyed out areas in the tape. There was never anything showing me doing any violence; each time it was Lila approaching me, then a few seconds of greyness, and then me lying on the floor with my books scattered all over. The president had the secretary read from the disciplinary record which accompanied my punishments. "Ms Mullens acted violently and aggressively against Ms. Grubb. As a result, a student's books and notebooks were damaged, and a student was injured." The president looked at the board. "The student whose books were damaged and who was injured was the supposed aggressor, Stacy Mullens. And we never see her doing anything wrong, do we? No, nothing at all." He looked at the vice principal. "I'm sorry. You only did what I asked you to do. It was my fault, but now we will both suffer for it." He took a deep breath. "I am so glad to have my wife of twenty five years here with me tonight. Like many couples, we have had our ups and downs, but thanks mostly to her gracious and forgiving nature we have come through them intact. Our greatest trial came sixteen years ago. I was unfaithful. I had an attractive divorce client; often clients in that position will be looking for reassurance, they are vulnerable, and an unscrupulous attorney can take advantage of them. That is what I did. I began an affair in which I fathered two children. Their names are Kevin and Lila." A gasp went up from the room. A man across the table from the president stood and said, "move to dismiss the president from his office for malfeasance!" The president smiled a tired smile, reached into his inside suit pocket and pulled out a large sealed envelope. He tossed it on the table. "There is my letter of resignation, made effective only upon the completion of business here this evening. It details all my wrongdoings. I have also withdrawn my name from the upcoming state primaries, retired from my duties with my political party, notified my firm and asked them to investigate and take appropriate action against me, and done the same with the County Bar Association. All I ask is that we finish this out, and then I shall retire." The man across the table said, "Very well," and sat down. "I confessed to my wife, and she forgave me" the president went on. "I realized I did not truly love my paramour, but it was too late; there were two innocent children to consider. I did my best, making sure they lacked for nothing. Money, of course. Toys, clothing, vacations, health care, whatever they needed or wanted I made sure they had." "Except a father to acknowledge them!" Lila's mother burst out. "Damn you! How dare you ruin everything like this!" And she tried to jump across the table, clawing at him. The school always had a guard posted at the door during meetings, and he rushed in and escorted her away. She was struggling; he had to restrain her. The door closed behind them but we could still hear her cursing. "Kevin was always a good boy," he went on. "He never gave any of us any grief, and never made any great demands. I did give him a car this year; I hope he likes it." Kevin nodded. "It's cool...Dad," he said, with a little smile. Lila just scowled. "Lila received many cosmetic surgeries, I begrudged her nothing." "That's personal!" she hissed. "She also had my protection within the schools. I was concerned to protect her, so I let certain persons know that anything they could do to help her would be rewarded. I was influential in political circles, and became a leading member of this board, and then president. I was in a good position to advance the interests of those who made sure my daughter stayed out of trouble. I even bribed the basically decent gentleman there who opened this hearing; I gave him a membership in my exclusive country club, where he could make contacts which would never otherwise have been available to him." The vice principal was hugging himself and whimpering. "My good intentions led to bad results. Lila realized she could do anything and get away with it. She became a bully. Nothing she did, theft, beatings, would ever show up in the school records. But if you were to examine the contents of her locker, you would discover much of the property students have reported as 'missing'." Her attorney jumped up. "You have no right!" he shouted. But the president replied "That locker is our property, and I have ordered it padlocked until the school obtains a search warrant. Yes, we do have that right." He went on "It should be clear that the wrongdoer in every incident in which Stacy Mullens was disciplined was in fact my daughter Lila. Therefore I recommend that all charges against Ms. Mullens be dismissed, and that the board make arrangements for examining and correcting the records conerning Ms. Grubb and then make an appropriate disposition. My hope is that she be sent to an institution which has people skilled in dealing with students who need to learn to overcome antisocial habits." "So moved," said a lady at one end. "Second," said a lady at the other, and then, "Voice vote?" "Not this time," the president said, "let's get our names on the record." So they did, and it was unanimous. Then they voted on his resignation, and there were actually two people who voted against it! But it was accepted. The meeting was over. I had never had to say a word, but I felt as limp as an old dishrag. My friends were all around me, hugging and cheering. Reporters asked me how I felt. I just said, "Relieved, tired, happy...and very glad for my friends." Cho said, "You actually scared me when you were fighting Lila; I've never seen you like that!" And Evan said, "Like I said at the planetarium, there's a lot more to her than meets the eye. So, what more surprises are you going to spring on us, Stacy-who-is-also-Butch?" I grinned. "Maybe we'll just have to all find out together!" My low heels went click-clack on the tiled floor as I walked out of the building, head held high.