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Becoming Malissa part 2 We'd gone across the road to the motel she'd rented for our two days in the city, where I showered and changed into one of my new outfits. She was busy brushing out my hair. Taking care to not damage the wig. "Malissa I think by Halloween your natural hair should be long enough to pass on its own." "Oh Momma do you really think so?" Her mentioning my passing made me think of Monday and what might happen at school. "I hope no one else comes out and messes things up for me at school." "Don't worry, I plan to have a long talk with Bernice tonight, I'll explain to her how important it is to all of you," she said. "She'll understand. She let you have Jesse to yourself in the theater didn't she?" I blushed. "Yes Momma, that was all me. Though I think she steered me to him instead of his friend," I giggled, as I finished my makeup. "I got you a surprise," she said. "And this will help you get used to them before Monday. Now come sit here at the table." She took hold of my hands, trimming my nails, filing the ends, shaping them just so. Then with a shiver of excitement she produced a package of long fake nails. "These are called French Overlays," she announced. "You're going to love them." In just minutes she had the new fake nails glued to my real ones. I don't know who was more excited, Me or Momma. She picked out a bright pink nail polish, and with practiced precision had my nails painted. "Now for your toes. We'll let that dry, while I'm doing your toes, then I'll put on a second coat." When she was finally finished she said. "Now you're all ready for the pictures." "Pictures?" I was scared. "Yes Sweetie, pictures. You don't expect your momma to not have at least one picture of her pretty Daughter to cherish in between times when she isn't here." "Are you sure Momma, I mean pictures are expensive?" I Said as I buckled my feet into the stiletto's that Bernice had acquired. I almost said bought but realized she'd 'Bargained' for them. It gave me thrill to think she had that much influence on a guy. We walked back to the mall, as I listened to the whistles and honks from passing guys. Then she ushered me into the Sears portrait studio. They took several pictures of me and then two Mother Daughter shots of the two of us together. They told her they would be ready by Wednesday, and she paid and we left to continue my girl education. She would giggle every time she taught me something new. "It's all 'Girl Power 101' Malissa. Can't you feel it?" Of course I would always giggle because once I got the hang of it I could feel it. I had the walk, I had the prance, I even had the flirty stance all down pat. "Now this is something Momma's don't normally teach their daughters, so pay attention. It's called the bounce, not all girls can do it. but you're so natural with everything." I watched as she walked about ten feet in front of me, her skirt hem bouncing up slightly in back. I tried it, placing my feet the same way she had. Suddenly she was walking beside me. "You've got it sweetie, now refine it." She dropped back a little following behind me. And I could actually feel my skirt flipping up in the back with each step. She steered me into the food court and we sat down at a table. "Malissa, that's not something you want to do all the time. It only works in a short loose skirt. In that skirt and those heels, it's deadly." It was more in the double hip bump but with one foot in front of the other it made the skirt bounce up instead of to the side. And it was murder on your hips to do it very long. At my puzzled look she motioned toward where we'd come into the food court. There were at least a dozen young guys standing around watching us. Then she pointed to two older men. "What do you think they've been watching?" I blushed. "Come on lets wander some more, you need lower heels. Those stiletto's are going to kill your feet before we're done." I kept glancing over my shoulder watching the boys following us, I noticed a young guy and an older man together following close behind us and Momma giggled. "I bet they're looking for a little Mother daughter action." "Momma!" "Just being honest Baby, nothing wrong with flirting is there? Besides I doubt your father is doing much fishing." "I'm sorry he's like that Momma." "Why, I'm not. At least I don't have to feel guilty about teaching you to flirt and be sexy." We entered a different shoe store than before. But the only one there was the girl behind the cash register. We browsed a bit and I picked out a pretty pair of strappy three inch heels. Holding them in front of me went to the counter. "Excuse me, do you have these in a size nine?" "Look, Robert went to lunch. He'll be back in like thirty minutes." "Ewww, have a boy touching my feet and legs?" I blushed. "I'd rather have you do that." I was feeling distant again, and suddenly I was off to the side watching. I sat in the chair, and she straddled the fitting stool, gently lifting my foot her hand caressing the back of my calf. "Oh you have such strong legs, and these heels are absolutely TDF," she gushed. I knew who it was out front, Bernice. "Yes they are lovely aren't they? But you should feel how they tighten and tone your upper thighs," Bernice told her, She guided the girls hand further up our thigh. She blushed as she felt our thigh, then giggled. "You're teasing me, that's not nice." I'd just run my toes into her crotch, wiggling them up and down making her gasp and sigh, when someone else came into the shop. "Malissa," I heard the squeal of excitement as Carla rushed over to me. She hugged me tight giggling. "Mommy look it's Malissa." "I can see that honey, now let's find you some new shoes." "So what brings you two here? I suspect it's not really shoes." "I'm giving lessons in Girl Power 101," Momma said with a grin. I slipped on a pair the pretty heels then did a few struts around the store. "OMG, is she doing the bounce? Damn she really knows how to work it doesn't she?" "Mommy can I learn to walk like that?" "Not until you're thirty young lady," she answered. "And stop studying how it's done you want your daddy to be mad at me?" "No Mommy," Carla responded. With a giggle she whispered, "Darlene will teach me how to do that." I ruffled her hair. "You're not old enough to be walking like that Kiddo. But you have plenty of time to learn. I'm trying to catch up on years of learning to be a girl," I was suddenly back out front, Bernice having withdrawn in front of Carla. "You're not really a girl?" The store clerk was suddenly shocked. "But you, you look so real." "She is real Dearie," Momma said. "In her heart beats the heart of a true girl. She can't help it if she was born with the wrong body. Trust me I know my own daughter." Suddenly the sales girl was even more serious about her job. She rushed to the back and came out with several pairs of heels that would fit. "I'm not supposed to do this, but these were on clearance for like two months," She admitted. I picked out four pairs and tried them out. They were so comfortable. "I can see you like them. And they look really good on you." I looked at the sale price frowning, they were still so far out of our budget. I knew we only had about thirty dollars left that we could spend. She looked up in shock as the guy Robert returned from his lunch. "What are you doing? You aren't supposed to be fitting customers." "Excuse me, she's busy doing your job. But my daughter here needs help finding something in her size. She needs a modest inch and a half, and also a western boot," Bernadine interrupted him. "Oh, I didn't realize there were more than just the one customer." He lead the way over to the little girls section of shoes and boots. The sales girl leaned over toward me as she was putting the heels back in their boxes. She put my stiletto's in the box for the pair I was wearing. "Look they were going to throw these out and I'm going to make the sale I don't care what he thinks." She carried them to the register. Pouting I said, "We only have about thirty dollars to spend," I admitted a little embarrassed. "Look these are going on clearance tomorrow for ten dollars, and the other four pairs were going to be discarded. So I can discount them to five dollars." She winked at me. "And I'm due for my break now that asshole is back from his extended lunch." She rang up the purchase and placed everything in a bag for me. "Don't worry he'll never know. He can barely count as it is. But if you let me see, I'd really like to be able to say I know a real live Trans Person." I looked around frowning. "There's a ladies room across the way." She winked and we both blushed. After we paid she lead the way across to the bathroom. Momma said I'll wait out here. and we went in together. She carefully checked each stall to make sure we were the only ones in there. Then gently pushed me into one near the end. As I felt Bernice return quickly to the front. Bernice pulled her in close kissing her passionately before she had a chance to protest. Then guided her hand up under our skirt. I felt my body becoming aroused, responding to passionate kisses, and her hands caress as she pulled my panty to the side at the crotch letting the rapidly stiffening dick jump free of its confinement. "Oh god, it's bigger than I thought it would be. Damn I'd love to know how that feels inside me." She blushed giggling. Bernice spun her around and she bent forward her hands on the wall over the toilet. I watched Bernice caressing the outline of the girls pussy through the dampened crotch of her panties, the long fingernails scratching gently making the girl quiver. Then one finger nail lifted the edge and slipped all the way through to the other side pulling her panties out of the way as the other hand guided the tip to her puffy lips. The girl let out a low moan and rocked back into us, as Bernice thrust all the way in. It was quick and animalistic. No feelings other than pure lust. And soon the girl bit her arm to keep from screaming as I felt Bernice peak and release her orgasm. The girl tightened around us as she spasmed in her own release. I leaned over hugging her holding on until I got over the urge to collapse. Then I pulled back and she giggled, "Thank you," with a huge grin. "You're welcome, and thank you to," I heard Bernice say as she retucked our now deflated cock back into hiding. The girl quickly smoothed her panties over her cream filled pussy. Giggling she said. "Now that's what I call a tip. You know I'm going to be feeling that the rest of the night." We readjusted our skirts, checked our makeup and then came out just as Momma was getting ready to come in. "Damn Bernice, that was risky. Anyone could have walked in on you." Bernice giggled. "That's what made it so much more exciting." Momma wasn't mad she just wanted to be sure Bernice knew what she was doing. We walked around for a while, and Bernice flirted, always asking inside if I was paying attention. Then around Nine we sat at a table in the food court, the mall was getting ready to close for the night. "Well I must say Momma you have certainly lived up to your word," Bernice told her. A tear in her eye she hugged Momma so tight. "Thank you. And thank you for not judging me, and for letting me have fun too." Momma lifted her chin with a curled finger. "Bernice, I Love you just as much I love the rest. All you have to do is ask and I will try to find you time and a safe place to come out front." "Thank you Momma, this is the most fun I've ever had. And not had to answer for it to the Prime Council." I could feel her wanting to say more but she didn't. "Bernice, you sound like you're going away. Is everything ok?" "Yes Momma, I just want to go back inside before I screw things up big time. I think Malissa needs some more time out with you. And I'm starting to feel pretty tired." She kissed momma's cheek then sat back in the chair. As she passed me she smiled. "Step out front Malissa. And thank you for letting me spend so much time with Momma." We hugged and then I was back out front looking into Momma's eyes. "Malissa?" My smile grew huge. "Yes Momma, it's me." "So the Mall is about to close, what else can we do for fun?" she asked me. I shrugged my shoulders not knowing what to do. I didn't really want to take her into a pool hall, not on a Saturday night. Two young girls passed us and solved the question for us. "Oh I can't wait to hit the dance floor. I hear it's like way cool with the lighted floor at Fire and Ice." "Oh you know it and no one cares if you can dance or not either." They of course were talking about a Disco, I remembered seeing the signs as we came into town. They had a twenty dollar cover charge at the door, Momma said. "We can't afford that. but I heard someone talking about another place. The Cracker Box Palace." I remembered seeing it. It was built out of a gutted motel and there was only a three dollar cover charge and no alcohol. Mostly just teenagers like me out to have fun. When we were paying a young girl behind us said to her friends. "I bet she's a Cougar and that's her Kitten," They all giggled hysterically. "Momma, what's a Cougar," I asked when we'd found a table. "I don't know but I know who to ask." She grinned. But we'll wait until we see her again. We took turns dancing, so that we could watch each other's purses. And we found a lot of girls asking us both to dance. I noticed they liked dancing as close as they could rubbing all over us. When we were sitting resting over a Coke, one girl came over and sat down between us. "Get lost little Kitten, she's my Cougar now." Then she hissed at me. "Excuse me," I said calmly. "She isn't your Cougar, she hasn't finished with me yet. And I'm taking offense at your butting in." "Watch out Mona, I think that Kitten has teeth. Besides, Fran is looking for you," someone warned the girl. "Where, oh Shit." I looked to see where she was looking and spotted a familiar face coming through the crowd toward us. "Mona, what the hell do you think you're doing?" the older woman said. "Are you looking for a New Cougar to lick?" Mona started stuttering, "N, n, no, no, nothing like that." "Go wait in the car!" She stood and watched the girl leave. Then sat down. "I'm surprised to see you here Aunt Dorothy. And with a Kitten to boot." "Malissa, I think I just figured out what a cougar and kitten are," Momma admitted. "Malissa? Damn she looks a lot like my little Cuz." I smiled at her, of all my family that might accept me I knew my Lesbian Cousin would. She couldn't stop staring at me and I could see the recognition beginning. "Oh shit, oh shit. Does he know about this? Oh god if he catches you he'll kill you," she warned. "Fran, he's out of town. Besides he told me I had one week to get her ready for the FFA initiation which starts Monday. But he doesn't want to know about anything," Momma informed her. "Look, at you! Your fucking gorgeous Cuz. I bet you could have almost any guy in here if you wanted to." I blushed and she said, "Damn if I didn't know better I'd think you were a real girl." "I am a real girl Cuz, I'm just in the wrong body." She excused herself and went out and got Mona. Then we took turns, her watching our purses while Momma and I danced then she had me dance with Mona. "You need to dance with girls your own age sweetie, that's the best way to learn to dance like a girl." "You're not a Girl?" Mona was shocked. People started looking at us. "Mona, if you cause a scene in here I'll spank your little ass so hard you'll be crying the rest of night," Fran warned her. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I just meant that I was surprised because usually I can tell right away." I giggle and thanked her for the compliment. It was almost three AM when we finally got back to the motel. I was so tired and my feet hurt from my heels. I just fell onto the bed wanting to go to sleep. "Oh no you don't," Momma said. "You need to take off that makeup and grab a shower. Then put on a nightie before you go to sleep." She woke me up at ten AM. "Malissa, we need to get around. If we aren't checked out by eleven they'll charge us for another day." I hurried and got dressed, picking out a pleated mini, and a nice top. Then decided to try pantyhose for the first time. Oh how wonderful they felt caressing my legs. I had to rush doing my makeup. And while I packed the car she went and checked us out. We went and walked around the park, I decided to wear what momma called sensible heels. They were just a pair of regular pumps, with a two inch heel. But they felt good even though my feet and legs were sore from the night in higher heels. "You need to keep a little bit of lift, or your legs will begin to cramp up. That's why I'm stopping so much to walk around," She explained. I remembered how sore and stiff my legs were when I woke up. And I knew she was right, She was my Momma. After we ate a late lunch she said we had to start for home. I pouted but knew she was right. The step brother and baby brother would be home soon and we had to be there. She stopped on the way at a grocery store, and bought some Hazel Nut, and some Mint tea. then found a jar of comb honey. "I need to talk to someone inside later," she explained. I knew who she meant, and smiled. I could feel Gwendolyn in the background smiling back. When we got home she got out the little Sterno camp stove, and put it and a tea kettle in the car along with a jug of water. "Just leave those in the car," she said when I started to carry the tea and honey inside. "Yes Momma," I answered her. Then carried everything else into the house. I was really having fun running the vacuum cleaner when her parents showed up with the Step Brother and the Baby brother. I think that maybe her mother, whom I had always been leery of must have talked with him. Because the step brother was suddenly not trying to find ways to taunt me. I took the baby brother from her propping him up on my hip as I climbed the steps to the front door. "You should have been born a girl child, I've always felt it suited your personality better. Except when the Angry one is present." "Momma, you have no idea what's going on," my Momma told her own. "I think I do, you took this poor Child out and let her have fun discovering herself didn't you?" her Mother asked. "So tell me have you talked with the Gate Keeper yet?" "Briefly Mother, I hope to get a chance to talk more tonight," she admitted. "Just remember child," she told me. "My Daughter cares about all of you. Even the mean ones that would destroy you all if they could do so without destroying themselves." I knew she meant Donnie and Candice, a shiver of fear raced up my spine momentarily. The old woman was herself quite scary, and as our fingers touched I felt a strange sensation. "You're lost right now child but you'll find yourself when the time is right." "Daddy, Momma, we need to get out to the farm before it gets dark. Thank you for taking Rusty and Eddie." "And we need to be heading to Kansas City, now come along old woman," Her father was short on patience. I doubt I saw him when he wasn't. We hurried and fed the horses and dogs, and did the watering. Then Momma lit a small oil lamp. "Bring your Brother and the jug of water. I have the stove and the tea pot." I followed her up the path through the woods to a small clearing that she called sanctuary. It was ringed by Seven big Oak trees. She wasted no time or pretense in setting up the little sterno stove. Once the water was started heating up she motioned for me to sit. She lit incense and the aroma filled the little clearing. When she was satisfied she sat down across from me taking my Baby brother in her arms as he fell asleep. "Momma, what is this? Why are we here?" I asked. "We are here because Lady Gwendolyn wishes to speak with me, and I promised her as soon as possible." The moment she mentioned the old woman's name I felt myself losing my tenuous hold on the front. I heard the sing song voice, that I knew was the trill language of Lady Gwendolyn Penn Oak. Without realizing it I found myself dancing in the clearing touching each of those big trees. My footsteps I knew were tracing a line of safety, as my voice rang high and clear. I could understand it I knew what she was saying. "Come my children sing and dance in the moonlight. Rejoice in your freedom," I saw things in the outer fringes flitting dancing on the air from tree to tree. And then I looked into the water poured into the hollow of the center stone, almost shocked at the reflection looking back. She had long black hair, with honeysuckle vines and flowers entwined. She was as beautiful, as she was ancient, was Lady Gwendolyn. She bowed her head toward Momma. "Well met, I am pleased that you kept your word to Bernice. And she has given her word to not interfere this coming week. Now I believe you have questions, no?" "You are a Dryad are you not?" Momma asked point blank. "Very perceptive, Yes I am. But no I do not know how I came to be trapped here, but my life depends on theirs. Their happiness effects my health as much as their sadness and anger. For now I am young and beautiful again, I intend to fully enjoy it as well as the power it provides inside. You would be amazed at what can be created in the mind." A Coyote howled in the distance, and Gwendolyn raised our voice in answer. Then she turned back to Momma. "I really need to leave to attend something else. Promise me you will not push the Archive to remember." "The Archive?" "Yes her name is Melody Anne. It is her job to record and lock away the secrets." "I promise." And just like that Gwendolyn turned inside and stepped into her tree which grew at the center of our soul. I knew that the talk was not as long as Momma had hoped for, nor did it reveal all the answers she was looking for. But she seemed satisfied with the little bit she did get, and that pleased Gwendolyn who disliked being hounded for answers. We made our way back to the car and got home where she had me fix dinner. She watched as I prepared the Spaghetti, searing the ground beef. Then mixing in the sauce and adding a few extra ingredients as I'd seen her do. I let it simmer while I boiled the noodles. "My grandma says you're real," blurted out my step brother. "And that I shouldn't make fun of you. But all of you have been mean to me so I don't care." I sat his plate in front of him. "John, have I myself ever done anything to hurt you? If so I am sorry. And I'm sorry for what the others have done in the past." "Yeah right you just don't want me teasing you in front of your friends tomorrow." "No, I don't want you making Donnie mad. I doubt he could come out, but still I don't want to chance it. I know you don't understand, and you don't believe in multiple personalities," I told him. "But then you aren't the one who has to deal with the aftermath of their actions, are you?" I could tell Momma wanted to say something, but she remained silent letting me continue. "We were four when the first split happened," I told him. "But I'm not going to tell you the details," Even I could hear the change in my voice. It sounded so little and small. "And it was only a few days after that that the next ones happened. You don't want to know what a mind has to endure to create another personality," I felt my body shiver. "But the ones you've seen are only a fraction of the total. And as bad as some of them have been, there are some locked away who are even worse. So please don't push it. I really like you, and would hate to have any of them hurt you." We fell silent as we finished our meal, then Momma told him it was his turn to do the dishes. "Malissa, Honey can we talk in the living room?" "I was going to help John with the dishes Momma." "He can handle them by himself. I really want to talk with you a minute." I was worried as I smoothed my skirt under me before sitting down on the couch. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong Momma. I didn't mean to let her out I couldn't stop her." "No, you didn't do anything wrong. I wanted to tell you that I'm proud of you for trying to talk to Rus, err, John," she corrected. "Why did you call him by his first name though, everyone always calls him Rusty?" "Because I think he prefers John, it's more grown up. Don't you john?" I asked. "Uhh, yeah." He was being careful. I didn't blame him, he'd been on Donnie's bad side enough for no reason. "But I still don't understand how you could just change and be nice. Maybe you should just stay a girl all the time." Momma knew how much I wished I could, we let it drop though. "Malissa, have you picked out what you're going to wear tomorrow?" I giggled, and rushed into her room coming out with ruffled skirt and a high necked sweater and blouse, I carried my three inch strappy heels with the open toes in my other hand. "Are you sure you want to wear those heels all day?" "Yes Momma, and I'm going to polish my toe nails too." After my bath I sat in the living room, my foot up on the sofa in front of me doing my toes. I'd chosen a bright pink and loved the way it looked on my foot. While it dried I took a cotton swab and the polish remover and cleaned up the little bit that had gone astray. My second foot went much better, and she commented on how much I'd picked up and learned in the last week. Giggling I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you for teaching me Momma. I hope I can make you proud this week." I looked up where John was doing the dishes. "John?" "Y, yes Malissa?" "Thank you saying you think I should stay a girl. I think I should too, but I know I have only this week for sure. So if I don't get another chance to say it, Thank you for trying to understand." He didn't say anything, and I didn't push it. I knew he was struggling with all the changes. He got ready to go to bed, and paused at the table where I was sorting out what eye shadow to wear in the morning. I felt his hand touch my shoulder. "You really do make a pretty girl." "Thank you, you'll make a right handsome guy when you get older," I told him. Monday dawned bright and sunny, the weather was supposed to be nice. But it was in the upper forties outside, and not supposed to warm up until around noon. "Are you sure you still want to wear that short of a shirt to school Malissa?" Momma asked me. "It's not that far to walk," I said. "Besides other girls wear just as short a skirts as mine. And of course by the time I have to go outside the between classes it will be in the seventies." I picked up my purse, and slung it on my shoulder, then picked up my books. "Bye Eddie." I kissed my baby brothers head. "See you after school ok?" "Ok." He smiled at me. The cold breeze blowing over my legs made me shiver. But I wasn't going to woos out, real girls did this every day. I had my hair pulled back in a ponytail tied with a large pastel pink bow at the back of my head. Hugging my books to my chest I walked quickly taking short steps in my three inch heels as I turned at the end of the driveway for the short walk through town to the school at the other side. Highway 32 was busy this time of morning, and more than a few people slowed down to look at me. John was trying to walk far enough back that he wouldn't be seen as any relation to me. I think he was embarrassed. Reaching the top of the low hill I had to pass the gas station that Donnie had worked at over the summer. Larry, the owner. And his father in law Bob were already there. "Hot damn girl, where do you live?" Larry yelled across the road to me. I looked but didn't answer, I just kept walking. "What's your name girl, I won't bite," he continued. But then I was past and on my way toward the school. Old lady Able stood out on the front porch of the little grocery store watching as I walked past. And then there were all the old men at the old Barber shop. The barber shop had gone out of business, but had become known as the Pitch Hall. Being the central location for the old men to hang out and play Pitch all day. From what I understood it was a running game that lasted a month and the lowest point holder had to pay the utilities. Two of the schools five busses passed us as we turned into the first school driveway. Then John took off running past me toward the grade school. I decided to walk the long way around and go in through the back. My legs had gotten used to the temperature and I didn't feel as cold. The bell was ringing by the time I reached the door, so I hurried toward my homeroom class. I remember loving the sound of my heels on the ancient hardwood floors as I hurried along. "Wow check her out, I bet she just transferred in," someone said as I passed them in the hallway. Stopping outside the open door I took a long deep breath looking up at the top of the door in silent prayer. 'Please god don't let this be some cruel hoax.' I stepped inside to find all my classmates save Darren dressed up. Darren was out for three weeks while he healed up after the accident at the horse show. "Hi, I'm Charlene," Charles, one of my friends, informed me as he looked nervously out into the hall. "What's your name?" I held out my hand. "I'm Malissa, what's going on?" He laughed. "It's the annual FFA initiation. All us boys dress like girls for a week and the girls dress like boys." "At my old school Y'all would get the crap kicked out of you for that," I said. Of course it was true. He kept looking out into the hall. "Charles, I mean Charlene, please take your seat," Mr Buelley said. "Miss? Come over here and let me see your registration slip. No one told me I had any new students starting today. What's your name?" "Malissa, Malissa Madison. I'm sorry I don't have my class schedule with me." "Well, have a seat I'll be right back." As soon as he left I walked to the chalk board and wrote my name down beside my boy name like everyone else had. "Holy shit, for real?" Brian asked. "I don't fucking believe it." "Hey your that girl that was at the horse show," Mona McCrary said. "Yes and I beat you out of third place riding sidesaddle," I admitted with a giggle. "I should have known when I saw you with Darren's big sister wanna be," Mona pouted. "Oh come on Mona, it's just a horse show. It's not like she stole your boyfriend," Mike Cheatham pitched in. "Stop calling her, SHE and HER, Christ almighty this is so fucked up," Mona whined. "Excuse me miss," Mr Buelley said from the doorway. "The office seems to have lost your enrollment records. When did you enroll?" "I think it was about two weeks ago. I came in with my Momma," I said. The school secretary was standing there. "What's your name, and does your mother have a phone where we can reach her?" she asked. "Malissa Madison, my Momma's at home. 417-463-1009," I answered truthfully. "Alright class have a seat. Let's get started. I'm just going to give you a reading assignment for today. Has anyone seen or heard anything from Donald? He's the only one who hasn't shown up today. We know where Darren is." There was a lot of giggling and chuckling going on. "Ok what's so funny?" I raised my hand. "Malissa?" "Sorry sir, I couldn't help it. No one's missing." I pointed to the board behind him. And watched as his jaw dropped open. He left the room again, as everyone started reading the assignment on the board. In English Mrs Trenary stood over me watching me write. "Now this is a prime example of someone who is clearly putting everything into this FFA project, instead of their school work. Malissa why can't you write this neat every day?" "I guess I just feel it more Ma'am." I shrugged my shoulders. "Young ladies do not shrug their shoulders." Robert, aka Roberta Box shrugged hers and said, "See I do it too." "That's because you want to be a boy," Trudy told her. Of the six girls in our class only Roberta and Mona were dressed up for the initiation. The rest didn't want to join FFA. By lunch time everyone had gotten used to being called by their new names. But the teachers still had trouble remembering who was who. Except in mine and Charlene's case. Charlene was my only real competition. But it was during Ag class that I realized everyone else was keeping their distance. "The Girls are all jealous of you, you're ten times hotter than most of them," Roberta told me. "Yeah and the boys are just afraid of getting called queers," Brian and Mike pointed out. "You have to admit it, no one in home room had a clue until you wrote your name on the blackboard," Mona said. "There I admitted it, I couldn't tell and it shocked me realizing I got beat out by you." Last period was music appreciation. We sat and listened to different songs and were encouraged to sing along. A bunch of us were singing Cher's, One Lone Soldier. When I suddenly realized I was the only one singing. "Don't stop, please keep going," our teacher Ms Calley said. "You have a beautiful voice." But then the bell rang, and everyone scattered for the busses. Hurriedly I gathered up my books and rushed out the door heading for the road and home as fast as I could go. I was so excited I had to tell momma all about my day.