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(TG) Transitions Part 4 Outed By Colleen Shepherd Chapter 18 "Jesus Christ Kevin!" Dad roared. "Just what the hell were you thinking? What in the world would possess you to do something like this?" "I... He..." I managed to stammer out between sobs. "He said he'd tell everybody at school about me, I had to do what he said." "Colleen," Dad said, "all you had to do was say no. It couldn't be that bad if everybody knew could it?" "Mr Shepherd," one of the police officers spoke. "Could we ask that you and Colleen here come down to the OPP station. There are a lot of questions that need to be answered and it would be better if it were down there." Dad looked at the sergeant for a moment then asked. "Do we need a lawyer?" "I don't think so," the police sergeant answered. "At least not a criminal lawyer, you may want to consult with one on legal action that you can take though." Dad agreed and in just a few minutes Dad and I were going out the front door. There was a Police cruiser in the driveway parked on an angle to block any exit by either Mom's or Dad's cars. As we walked towards Dad's cars I looked down the street and could see there were several police cars and a police van parked in front and around Josh's house. My Lynch was standing on the front lawn arguing heatedly with a plainclothes officer who was backed up by two uniformed officers. Dad saw where I was looking and instead of getting into the car he began to stride quickly toward the arguing men. "Dad!" I shouted at him as he crossed the neighbour's lawn. "Mr Shepherd! Stop!" one of the officers accompanying us shouted. "Don't take another step!" Dad halted in his steps and turned around to face the police sergeant. The two of them stared at each other unwaveringly. The Sergeant simply told dad to come back to his car and he would give us a ride to the Police station. Dad looked at me then at the sergeant and then to Mom who was standing on the front porch. Mom nodded and I saw Dad's shoulders relax a little, I hadn't realized it but Dad was ready for a fight. He un-clenched his fists then walked back to me and put his large hand on the back of my shoulder. "C'mon Colleen," he said to me. "Let's go down to the OPP station with Sergeant Clark." Dad escorted me over to the police cruiser and Sergeant Clark opened the rear door for me. I climbed in and Dad slid into the seat beside me. He was scrunched up a little and was obviously uncomfortable but Dad endured it all with a stoic expression on his face. As the Sergeant pulled away and drove down the street my eyes met those of Mr. Lynch who was walking to a police car with Josh who was being escorted by a rather large Constable who had a hand firmly gripped on Josh's upper arm. Josh's hands were covered with a jacket that had been draped over them. >>> We arrived at the OPP headquarters near the 401 Highway interchange with Wellington Road. Sergeant Clark got out and opened the door for me, he led the way into the building as Dad walked along side me. We entered by way of the rear entrance and Sergeant Clark led us to an interview room. It was cold in appearance and had a simple table and three chairs in it. It looked like any interview or interrogation room that I had seen on TV. Sergeant Clark sat down first and invited Dad and I to sit down with him. Dad simply asked as he sat if I were being charged with anything. "I don't think it's going to come to that Mr. Shepherd," he said. "Colleen's unique situation put her in a position of vulnerability to this guy Josh and it seems pretty obvious to me and my superiors that it was a case of her giving in to a blackmailer. It also seems that She didn't know what Josh was doing with the photo's he had taken of her is that true Colleen?" I nodded my head, acknowledging the Sergeants assessment of my predicament. I was still feeling very uneasy about being here. But at least the police believed that I was the victim in this case. "We are however," Sergeant Clark continued, "going to be charging Josh Lynch with several crimes. We have been watching the website that he sold those pictures too for a long time but until now we couldn't identify any of the girls who were pictured there. From that information we were able to get a warrant to search their office in Toronto and their records. That allowed us to track back to Mr. Lynch and back to you Miss Shepherd. He will be charged with creating underage pornography for distribution. And apparently several drug related charges are pending as well." "What about Statutory Rape?" Dad asked the sergeant. "Can't you charge him with that?" "No Mr Shepherd, I'm afraid we can't. Colleen is over the age of consent for such a charge. Blackmailed or not she is seventeen and not fifteen. Then the fact that Mr Lynch is only nineteen there wouldn't even be grounds for the charge had Colleen here been under fifteen." "Are you saying that because this shit will get away with blackmailing and using my daughter as his plaything?" Dad's face was red with his anger. "That punk is an abuser and he needs to be put away." "Mr. Shepherd please, let me continue," Sergeant Clark interrupted him. "He is most definitely going to be prosecuted. And it appears that he has photos of other even younger girls that were taken from his home. It is very likely that he will be charged with statutory rape in at least one of those cases, we just need to identify them. This investigation is not yet over, in fact I think that it will be going on for a while. There's a lot of stuff we've uncovered in the search of his home. You have my assurances that we are not just going to be satisfied with the charges stemming from his abuse of Colleen." The sergeant turned to me again. "Miss Shepherd, I don't want to leave the charges against Josh Lynch at just the pornography in regards to you. I want to get him for abusing you. I would like you to speak with our psychologist who specializes in this kind of case. Don't let her being a psychologist frighten you. She's very good at what she does and she's very understanding. I've had to speak with her on many occasions because of my job and the stuff I've seen." I only nodded my acquiescence to being examined in this way; I didn't really like the idea of having some psychologist root around in my memories of the last week. My God was it only a week since this guy started this? The sergeant leaned back and looked at the one way glass behind him and nodded. A moment later the door opened and a short woman in a sharp grey business suit with skirt and a silver grey bit of lace showing the opening of her jacket. "Hi Colleen, I'm Dr, Tillman. But you can call me Amanda." She had an odd gratingly soft kind of voice as she spoke, not annoying but strangely soothing. She continued, "Would you come with me to my office? We'll be more comfortable there instead of Sergeant Clark's interrogation room." Dr. Tillman looked disapprovingly at the foam green walls then at Sergeant Clark who smiled back at her and gave her an almost cute little wave by wiggling the four fingers of his hand at her. As I left the room I could hear the Sergeant offer my dad a coffee. I followed the Doctor down the hall and into a large lobby area then into another hallway, this one less institutional looking and seeming to be more inviting. When we got to her office she opened the door and held it for me gesturing me inside. She then asked me to have a seat in a large padded chair as she seated herself in the matching chair which was situated beside mine but at ninety degrees from the first chair as if both chairs were adjoining sides of an invisible square. "Well Colleen," Dr. Tillman started. "You can relax, I'm not here to get you in trouble, I just want to get to know you is all. And to help you if I can." "Help me?" I asked. "How?" "Well I am this unit's psychologist but I am also a rape councillor and private psychologist. I want to help you because that is exactly what has happened to you. Josh Lynch used you sexually, by coercion. That my dear is rape and it's just as damaging to a person as the violent sort, possibly more so." "More? How? He never hit me; he never abused me or hurt me." "Oh, that's the hidden nature of this kind of abuse. Tell me, did you want to do all the things he made you do?" "No," I said a little too forcefully. "Oh?" Dr. Tillman said with a note of irony in that one word. "Well then tell me why you did them?" I couldn't answer her, all I could do was stare at a spot on the floor in front of my feet which were crossed at the ankle, the fingers of my hands interlaced as I held my balled hands between my knees. I was not comfortable in this new situation. Dr. Tillman leaned forward and put her hand on my knee as she asked me quietly, "did you find yourself enjoying what he did to you?" Again I had no answer except to make a strangled little noise in my throat. "Colleen, that is why what he did to you is more damaging to you than if he had violently beaten and forcibly raped you, he made you to be a willing and equal participant in your own degradation. Regardless of your perceived involvement it seems to me that even that had to be coerced from you. Tell me, what was it he said to you that hit you hardest." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well he likely found a word or phrase that when he used it resulted in your immediate obedience to his commands. What was it? I ask not so that I can control you but so that I can help you get through this so no one can ever do this to you again." I sat there unmoving for a moment before, barely above a whisper, I spoke one word, "Kevin." "Pardon me? Colleen I couldn't quite hear you, did you just say 'Kevin'?" I nodded, my eyes still glued to the floor. "Ah, I see now. He used your former name as a threat to tell the world of what happened to you and who you were." Again I only nodded. "Colleen, please look at me," Dr. Tillman said softly. When I did manage to look up at her she was blurred through the tears that had welled up in my eyes. I blinked to clear my vision and the tears began their race down my cheeks. When Dr. Tillman was sure she had my attention she spoke softly again. "Colleen, are you ashamed of being a girl?" Immediately I could feel my spirits lift a little as I shook my head and answered, "Oh no. No! I'm Not ashamed of being a girl, I love it. I don't ever want to be anything else. I hated being a boy, my life was terrible, I hardly had anyone I could call a friend and now..." I broke off suddenly. "Yes Colleen and now?" "And now, I still haven't had time to make any new friends, I've avoided the ones I had and Paula who I was becoming friends with, I haven't really been able to do anything because of Josh." "Colleen, if you like being a girl so much," Dr. Tillman started, "why do you suppose Josh's threat in your name had such power over you?" I thought for a moment, and then answered, "I didn't want anybody to know who I used to be. I mean, I used to be the geeky little kid that everyone picked on, I wanted a clean start, and I had never liked who I used to be. I like who I am now, I like the person that I became over the summer." "Are you ashamed of the person you used to be?" Dr. Tillman probed. "No, I'm not; I just didn't want anybody to know of my change. It's embarrassing. And Josh kept calling me 'Kevin'," I almost spat the name in disgust. "I will never go back to being that person. I like me now and I don't want that to change." "Colleen," Dr. Tillman started, "I think that you are surprisingly adapted to your new situation but I think that you still have a ways to go. I'd like to help if you'll let me." "Why do you thing that I need help if as you say I'm 'surprisingly adapted'?" I asked her a slightly petulant tone beginning to rise in my voice. "Colleen, while I think you have adapted well I still feel that you have far to go before you are not only comfortable in your new situation but also safe. Remember it didn't take long nor was it difficult for Josh to make you his slave. It was just blind luck that the OPP caught on to what he was doing. Suppose that you weren't identified, you'd still be jumping when he said so." Dr. Tillman and I spoke for a while longer but, eventually I agreed to meet with her for counselling once a week in her private office downtown. Dr Tillman stood and handed me her card and told me that she will expect me to be there at 4:30 on Wednesday after school. I stood and she escorted me back to where my Dad was waiting for me with Sergeant Clark. Dad stood up and spread his arms wide in invitation. Dad hadn't given me a hug like that since I was a much younger boy. His arms felt strong and warm as he wrapped them around me in a solid yet gentle embrace. He held me there for a minute as I buried my face in his solid chest. My hair fell forward to obscure my face from view. "I Love you Sweetheart," he said softly into my ear so no-one else could here. "I am so sorry I ignored you like I did. You needed me and I wasn't there for you." "Damn!" I muttered harshly into his chest. "Colleen?" Dad questioned as he held me by the shoulders so he could look into my tear streaked face. "What's that for?" "I'm gonna cry again Dad," I said as I looked back at him, the tears already flowing as I forced a smile. Dad just pulled me back to himself and held me until I was cried out. When I had stopped Dad suggested we go home. Dad called a cab for us then he called Mom at home and told her to meet us at Tony's Pizza, we were all going out for dinner tonight. "Dad! No!" I cried out as he hung up the phone. "I look terrible. I'm not dressed for dinner out." "Yes, I've already been told that by your mother, we're going home first so you can get ready. Then we'll go to Tony's. Your mother was adamant about that. Guess I have some things to learn now that I'm the only Man in the house eh?" When the cab arrived we climbed in and Dad told the driver our address. We rode in the back quietly chatting. I told Dad of my changes in curriculum at school and what had been happening at school. I avoided any reference to Josh and what he had done. When we arrived home Dad paid the driver and held out his hand to help me out of the cab. I ran inside and up to my room to get changed. I grabbed a black flowy skirt out of the closet and then looked for something to go with it. I searched the closet but couldn't find anything I liked. I decided to approach the problem from the other direction. I found a green and blue patterned tunic with a low plunging neckline and a black lace detailed camisole to wear under it. I quickly found a pair of black dress pants that flared at the cuff to go with the tunic. I finished off the outfit with a pair of short heeled black pumps. After getting changed I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Everyone was ready to go. We all headed to the car and Dad drove to Tony's Pizza on Springbank Drive. At the restaurant we all ordered the same thing. Nobody goes to Tony's for the pizza; it's all about their panzerotti. If you've never had a panzerotti or even heard of one, imagine a medium pizza with all the toppings you like, double the toppings and leave the sauce off. Then fold the pizza in half and seal the edges and deep fry the whole thing. Tony's serves it with the sauce on the side and they are famous all over Canada for it. >>> Chapter It was late when we all arrived home that evening. Mom and Jennifer headed up to bed but I wanted to watch a movie. Dad decided to stay up and watch it with me. We selected a suspense/horror called The Relic to watch together and we sat down on the couch to watch with a gigantic bowl of popcorn between us. As the movie played we chatted and made commentary on the movie and the characters. When the monster was grown and running rampant through thechicago museum I was on the edge of my seat, the popcorn forgotten and on the other side of Dad from me. The monster jumped through a partially shut door and I screamed as I nearly jumped out of my skin. Dad Laughed as he put his arm around me as I curled up beside him. We stayed like that the rest of the movie and then we just sat and talked about my summer while some old movie played on the TV in the background. I must have fallen asleep and Dad carried me up to bed because I woke the next morning on my bed still in my clothes from the night before and a blanket pulled up over me. It was nearly eleven in the morning when I got out of bed to get a shower and changed. I just spent most of my day around the house after I went for a ride on my bike that took me about 3 hours to ride from one end of the city and back by a different route. Dinner was simple that evening and afterwards I did what homework I could after the events of Saturday morning that I had not done on Friday. Jennifer spent some time in my room sitting on my bed and talking as I worked at my desk. Occasionally she would get up and grab some item from my closet to try on for herself. Some of my clothes fit her but as she was a little shorter than I was it would be a while before she and I could share clothes. Not that I wanted too, still getting used to my own change of wardrobe since my birthday three months earlier. I went to bed early that night at about nine and was quickly asleep. I woke and got ready for school and ran out to the bus stop with little time to spare. Josh was nowhere to be found but I wasn't going to take any chances. I sat near the front of the bus but before I sat down I had noticed the looks and stares in my direction as I found my seat. Some people were talking quietly but stopped when I turned around to look. I saw that many kids had a copy of the London Free Press, the local newspaper. There was an unusual hush on the otherwise noisy bus, disturbed only by the occasional rustle of newsprint and the odd stifled laugh or gasp. When the bus arrived at the school, I got off and went straight into the building and headed towards my locker. It was the most surreal experience I had ever had, even more so than waking up with this body for the first time. As I walked through the hallway towards my locker the students in the hallway became deathly silent and parted before me as the waters of the red sea parted for Moses. I could hear the harsh whispers start after I passed by. When I finally reached my locker Candi was standing in front of it along with Brandi and Alex. The three of them watched unmoving as I approached. I could see the folded newspaper clutched in Candi's hand at her side. I looked at the three of them as they stood aside for me to open my locker. It was Candi who spoke first. "Colleen," She said quietly, "Why didn't you tell us?" I looked at her still unsure as to what she was saying. Candi just looked into my eyes with tears welling up in her own as she handed me the paper clutched in her hand. I unfolded it to see on the front page, the report that changed my life for the third time. It read. >>> Local Underage Pornography Ring Busted A Toronto based pornography ring involving underage teen girls who had been coerced into posing nude for a website was broken over the weekend when one girl was recently identified by OPP in London, Ontario. The London girl involved was identified using facial recognition software which was possible only because she had recently contracted Gender Bimorphism, a condition which results in the complete and total transformation from male to female right down to the persons DNA. While on vacation out of Province She had contracted the disease and had undergone her transition in a facility in British Columbia where her features and transformation were fully documented. Her facial data was uploaded to the RCMP facial recognition database and it was through the use of that database that the OPP were able to positively identify her. A search warrant was served on the premises of the internet site designers, which resulted in the seizure of computer equipment original photos and records leading to the arrest of several suspects. Further arrest and search warrants were issued to pursue this case. The photographer of most of the photos seized has also been arrested but cannot be identified in order to protect the identity of his most recent under aged victim. It is rumoured that further charges against a member of the staff at Saunders Secondary School may be pending in this case but the details are not known at this time. >>> I took a deep breath and felt faint. Then leaning against my locker I slid down and sat on the floor. Candi and Alex came closer and knelt down in front of me, Brandi stood behind them. Together the three of them shielded me from the crowd gathered around and pretending not to be watching. "Shit," was all I said. "Well by now everyone in the school knows," Alex said quietly. "Colleen," Candi interrupted, "why didn't you tell us what happened over the summer?" "I just couldn't," I answered. "Really, would you have believed me if I had told you? I can hardly believe it and, it happened to me." "I think we would have," Candi continued, "remember, it was you, Colleen that called me 'Bean' last week that got me curious as to how you would know that name. And really all you had to do was tell us." "I know that now," I said quietly, "it's just that I didn't know how too, and I didn't want everyone else to know. It's just that... I was embarrassed. I didn't like who I used to be and it was easier for me to just hide it." "But that just made you easy prey for Josh." The new voice I heard was that of Paula. "Colleen, if you had just been honest about what had happened to you over the summer then none of this would have happened, Josh wouldn't have been able to blackmail you." The bell for homeroom class rang as Paula was speaking; Alex held out his hand and helped me up. I quickly opened my locker and grabbed the first books I'd need for class. Candi and I walked together into our homeroom class together; the others went to their class'. As soon as I walked into our class, the teacher handed me a pink slip that told me to go straight to the principal's office. I looked at Candi and sighed. "Now it begins," I said. Candi just nodded. I turned and headed towards the office. When I arrived at the office Mr. McIntyre the Vice Principal was Waiting for me. "Miss Shepherd, Good Morning," he greeted me as I walked in. "Would you join me please." Mr. McIntyre showed me in to Ms Thompson's office. Ms Thompson is the Principal of Saunders and she is a severe looking woman, always in a feminine business suit with her hair up. I've never seen her dressed any other way. Her pointed beak like nose and small eyes along with her un-naturally slim figure and long tapered fingers gave her the image of a harpy out of Greek mythology. Her attitude and manner belied that image however, Ms Thompson was a very Kind and soft spoken woman. Yes she was firm and unyielding where it came to running the school but she was always kind and gentle. She never yelled nor have I ever heard her voice raise above the volume needed to speak to a classroom. People respected her quiet authority. "Miss Shepherd," she said as she stood up from behind her desk to greet me with a smile and a handshake. "Please come in and have a seat. We have much to discuss, thank you Walter, I'll see you in about twenty minutes and before we meet with the board." Mr. McIntyre turned and left the room leaving me alone with Ms. Thompson. She sat back down in her chair behind her desk and looked at me for a moment from over her hands folded under her nose and pressed against her lips. After a moment she sighed heavily as she sat back in her chair and dropped her hands to her lap. "Well Colleen, it looks as if we have a touchy situation on our hands." I simply nodded, not sure which touchy situation she was referring too. Was she referring to the whole school knowing my status and who I was or, was she referring to Josh and what he did to me? I wasn't sure. "What Josh did to you was inexcusable, what's worse is he accessed his father's files to do it." There was the issue at hand; she had called me in here for damage control. She didn't want me to have to deal with a lawsuit that would embarrass the school and her by association. "I'm sure that you know that Josh had gotten a hold of your file when his father had brought it home after the first day of school this year. What Mr. Lynch did by bringing your file home from the school was in violation of the school board policy, why he did so we don't know. The police were here at the school all weekend and Mr. Lynch's office has been cleared out of all records so the police can go through everything there." "Ms Thompson?" I interrupted, "I know all this and I'm wondering why you need to speak with me about it. If there is to be legal action I'm sure that you shouldn't be talking to me about it. If you want to help me, I don't need to know all that stuff. I have enough to worry about right now. The whole school knows that I used to be a boy, that I used to be Kevin Shepherd and that I changed over the summer, can you imagine how that makes me feel? I didn't want anybody to know and now the whole school is fully aware that I'm the school freak. Already people are staring at me and whispering after I go by. I walk through the halls and I hear this hiss of whispering voices behind me like I'm surfing on a wave of hushed rumour." My tirade over, I sat back in my chair and folded my hands in my lap and waited for her response. "Colleen," Ms Thompson began, "I don't know what we can do to lessen the situation, I think that the best course of action is to let it run its course, don't deny who you are, the more you do that the worse it will get and the longer this will go on." "You do realize that there is going to be people who will try to do to me what Josh did. The bully's and jocks and other testosterone junkies that used to pick on me before are only going to get worse. How do you propose to handle that?" "Colleen," Ms Thompson leaned forward to look at me, "don't get me wrong when I say this, There really is nothing that we can plan for. Yes there will be some teasing and there will be a lot of people who are just curious. Let me ask you, are you happy the way you are now?" I looked down at the wide desktop between us for a moment then looked back up to her. "Yes I am happy with my change. I like who I am and I like being a girl. And before you ask, no I don't wish to go back to being a boy." "Then show them that you are happy with it and ignore the ones who have a problem with it. Really Colleen, if you had just come out in the first place and said that you used to be Kevin but now after GB you are Colleen than none of what happened with you and Josh last week would have happened and we wouldn't be having this conversation now. Have some pride in who you are girl. You are a young attractive girl with good prospects to be successful in almost anything you choose, sure you used to be that kid that "everyone picked on" but who are you now? Do you need someone to hold your hand through all this?" Ms Thompson's words were scathing and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger. I clenched my small hands into fists and I could feel my nails dig into my palms. "Ms Thompson," I interrupted her. "I was scared that everyone would find out about me. Now they have. I have to deal with that. I have to walk through these halls everyday and listen to the whispers while everyone stops to stare at me. It's me, yes I like who I am now but I didn't like who I used to be, I used to wish that something like this would..." As I began to realize just what I was saying Ms Thompson interrupted me. "You used to wish you were a girl and now that your wish came true you regret that or you don't want anyone to know that you thought that way? Colleen, what does it matter? Really! This happened to you and it has happened to others. What you thought in the past has nothing to do with how you are now in this situation. You can live that way now and you don't have to tell anyone that you used to think that way. I'm not going to tell anyone. Either way it goes, all you really need to worry about is what you, just you are going to do now. Don't worry about the other student's like an accident on the highway the passersby quickly lose interest." "You think so?" I asked. "I know so," she answered with a laugh. "Colleen, I've been a principal for a long time and a teacher even longer. I've seen it all. When the issues are all distilled down to their basics they're all really about the same thing, growing up. And it never ends, even after high school and university. It doesn't ever change. We all have these issues to deal with. Yours is no more unique than anyone else's. We all have them even me." I just looked at her, shamed at my behaviour. "You're right," I said quietly. "I suppose that it won't take long for this to blow over. Then I can actually get on with my life." "Colleen," Ms Thompson said. "I want you to try something for me." "What's that?" "I want you to get involved in the school activities, try out for cheerleaders, or for one of the sports teams, volleyball or basketball. Try some of the clubs and groups that are in the school try dance or drama club or the Audio Visual club. Whatever you do, get involved and do something. The more you are seen around the school and involved in school activities the sooner the students will accept you for who you are now." "What do you suggest?" I asked her. "Colleen, only you can decide that. Talk with your friends and listen to what they say, they and your family know you best." Ms Thompson stood up then and came around her desk to me. As she smiled down at me still seated she continued. "Now get to your first class, you'll have about twenty minutes left before the next class." I took the hall pass she handed to me and stood to leave. "Thank you Ms Thompson," I said as I turned and left her office and headed for my drafting class. >>> I got to my class and took my seat beside Paula, who was busy with her current drafting assignment. I turned to the appropriate textbook page and read the assignment. It was more complicated than I had hoped and that meant that I would have to complete it in either the next class or during my lunch break. "Colleen," Paula whispered to me, "will you be able to have lunch with me today? I think you need to talk." "Yeah," I replied, "I think I do too. Is it alright if Candi Alex and Brandi join us? I know that they all want to see me too now that they know who I was." Paula just nodded in reply, and turned back to her work as Mr. Jones our teacher came up between us briefly before continuing on his typical stroll around the class to see how we were doing. "Good to have you back with us Colleen," he said as he walked on. When class was over, Paula and I walked across the hall to our next class, Architectural design history. This was the class in this program I found most boring. It usually consisted of sitting in the class as the teacher showed us slides of buildings from around the world and bored us to tears as he droned on and on about what made each unique. Soon enough though, the lunch bell rang and Paula and I headed to our lockers then to the cafeteria to get lunch. Candi and Brandi joined us in the line up as we waited to be served. When we all had our trays with lunch we found that Alex had already saved us a seat. The four of us sat down together and Alex started dealing out a deck of cards. We ate, played cards and chatted together for our break as I fielded all their questions about what had happened to me over the summer, and since getting home. Obviously I avoided everything to do with Josh, not wanting to go there again before I had to. They let me tell the story of my transformation from Kevin to Colleen and then I asked them what they thought I should get into by way of school activities. Each thought I should do something different, Candi thought I should try a sport, Brandi suggested the AV club and Alex mentioned photography. The only thing Paula had to say was forget about cheerleading. The bunch they got this year is probably the most snobbish stuck up rich bitches they've ever had. I decided I would think about it and see what came up. As lunch break was finished, Candi and Alex both suggested I join the Drama club. "Colleen, you'd be great in the drama club," Alex said. "Yeah, just think, in the drama club you could try out for the school play." "I don't know," I said, "I like drama class but i don't think that Mr Maurice would chose me for any part in the school play I mean really. How good an actor can I possibly be?" Paula looked at me for a moment before answering, "Colleen you had the entire school wondering who you were for the last week. I said beside you for half of every day and I didn't put it together. C'mon, you should at least give it a try." I grumbled as we all got up from the table. We gathered our stuff and headed to our separate classes. I had a math class to go too. Then back to the ground floor for the last class of the day. Drama, of all things. >>> After my math class I stopped by my locker to grab my journal before heading to drama. Jimmy Dixon was waiting there, leaning on the locker next to mine. He just stood there looking at the wall across the hallway. Jimmy was one of the lowlife's that hung out with Josh. As I opened my locker and the door swung out to block him from my view he spoke. "You got Josh put in jail bitch," he said. "Or should I call you faggot?" I grabbed my journal and slipped it into my bag, and then I shut and re- locked my locker. "Really Jimmy?" I sighed. "Is that the best you can come up with? First if I am as you say, a faggot, then so must be your hero Josh. What's that tell you? Second, just look at me. Do I look like a guy? At all? Or do I look like a girl? Look now, because this is all you will ever see. And your screwed up fearless leader will likely be in jail for a very long time. I hope the asshole rots there." I turned on my heels and headed down the stairs towards the drama studio. Once there I met up with Alex and Candi and we took seats near the middle of the class. When the rest of our classmates arrived, Mr Maurice stood before the class and announced that for the next two months we were going to work on and produce a studio production of Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice". Most of the class groaned at that announcement, Candi squealed and clapped her hands together, then leaned over to me and whispered to me that I should play Portia. "Class, I know that you have all read it in grade nine so it will only be a refresher for you to read it over again. This week we are going to start with some readings and then I will decide who will get to play who in the play. Next Monday I will announce who will be playing what part." The rest of the class was taken up with random readings from the play between classmates. None of them seemed to have any rhyme or reason as to why each person read a different roll. Alex was chosen to read from the part of Nerissa, Portia's maid, while Dan was asked to read Portia herself. It was funny to watch as both guys hammed it up as guys playing girls rolls. The surprise came when I was asked to play the part of Portia in disguise as the man Balthazar during the court scene. Candi read the part of Antonio during the same scene. "Thank you very much class," Mr Maurice called out before dismissing the class. "We will continue this on Wednesday." As we all filed out and headed our separate ways. I was climbing the stairs towards the parking lot and my bus home when Alex caught up with me. He grabbed me by the elbow. "I think Mr Maurice is planning on you playing the roll of Portia," Alex said. "You'd be perfect at it." "Oh come on Alex, that's just too obvious," exclaimed. "He's not going to do that to me. Really, me the girl who used to be a boy playing the part of a woman who plays the part of a man? Can you imagine what that would do right now? Half the school thinks I'm in drag already. Just imagine if they saw me in that roll too." "Well maybe you're right," he replied, "would be just my luck if he put me in the roll of Portia." "You never know Alex, I think you did pretty well as Nerissa." We both laughed as we parted. I went out to my bus and Alex headed back in to his locker. I rode alone in one of the front seats of the bus. All around was chatter from the other students which gradually diminished as we were each dropped off at our respective stops. My turn came and I got off and walked home quickly. Inside my Mom and Dad were at the kitchen table with the paper spread out on it. I looked at it for a moment. "Yeah, I read that this morning. So did the rest of the school, the genie is out of the bottle now and he's not going back in." >>> End of Part 4. Part 5 continues the story of Colleen as she adjusts to life in her new body and has to deal with the stresses being placed on her by the school, her friends and by the police investigation and what will come of it. Authors note: I Apologize for how long it has taken me to finish this part of the story. I have many writing projects on the go and I have been trying to keep up with them all. Some of my readers know of my personal situation and how it plays out in my writing. I am currently dealing with my own coming out process, I am MtF transgendered and my writing serves to help me to work through current and past issues. In addition to my fiction writing I also maintain a blog called Dysphoric Me in which I have been recording my own personal struggles with Gender Dysphoria/Transgenderism and has been taking a considerable amount of my spare time. To answer some of my critics... It is my intention to do a re-write of the first two parts of this story. Some issues were pointed out to me that need to be corrected. I was never satisfied with them before I posted and I still am not. Be patient the re-write is nearly done. Colleen Lynne Shepherd