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Happy birthday, Emily! a Whateley Academy story by Souffle Girl August 13th, 2011 , Boston , USA. Somewhere in a workshop. "Dinner's ready!" The call echoed from the intercom through the large workshop. A slender figure looked up from the pile of circuits lying on the bench, revealing the face of a young boy with brown, smart eyes. The boy stood up, stretched his shoulders and threw his long brown ponytail on his back. He washed his hands and turned down a door, finding himself in a hallway with a wooden floor, then went past the stairs to his right and a row of old photos. Grandpa in a uniform in Vietnam. Dad fishing with Grandpa. Dad and Mom, fishing with Grandpa. Dad, Mom, her sisters and her at a picnic. Yes, her. Because even if all the evidence, from the hint of a beard to her flat chest, down to the thing hanging between her legs, pointed towards her belonging to the male sex, Emily Charlene Stanford was a she. Or at least that's what she knew she had been for a lifetime. It was her egg that made a mistake, at some point, deciding that it should take up a Y chromosome instead of a much more appropriate X, condemning her to bear the name of Charles Edgar. She walked into the dining room to find her father and her two sisters already sitting at the dinner table. "Sorry I'm late. You know how it is when I lose myself working." Jane, her older sister, gave a knowing look first to her and then to her father. "Yes, we know something about it. It happens to us all when we're working on something big." "True," said his father. "I remember once, I must have been thirty. I received this large order from the army. Automated tracking systems for tanks, and computer used to run DOS those days. I've been spitting blood on the bench for three months..." Her sister Mary looked at all three, bored. "You grown-up only talk about machines," she said. "But I'll become a biologist!" "Who knows, dear. Once you manifest your powers you could become a bio- devisor for real," Emily said, stroking her hair. "Don't give any ideas to your sister, Ed, I do not want her to play with bacteria. They're... dirty," said her father. As you could imagine, theirs was not just an ordinary family. It all began with their paternal grandfather, Richard Stenford, the first of the family to have manifested mutant powers. During the war in Vietnam he made himself quite the reputation for his impressive ability to modify and repair vehicles and helicopters quickly and efficiently in the field. Upon return, the army decided he was too useful a resource to be wasted and put him to work on new weapons projects. Soon, he was so wealthy he could start his own company, which under the wise guidance of Emily's father, Edgar Stenford Senior, had flourished up to millions of dollars of annual income. But a small fortune and well-established arms company were not the only legacy of his grandfather. Each of his descendants, in fact, had proven to be a mutant: a devisor, a gadgeteer or both. The repetition in the family was so precise as to have even attracted the attention of important academics who had gone nuts dissecting their genetics in detail. Emily sat down and everyone started to help themselves, diving on the excellent roast chicken cooked by Tracy, the old maid who took care of the house since Emily's mother, Grace, passed away in a tragic car accident years earlier. Some time passed before silence was broken again. "Today I submitted your application form to Whateley," said his father. "You'll see, you'll be fine, their workshops are almost as well equipped as ours. " Emily smiled. "I definitely can't wait to start," she replied. It was true, especially because her sister Jane, gossip queen of Whateley, told her that the exclusive private school for mutants in New Hampshire had its share of LGB students, and transgender people too. They were mainly exemplars that, upon manifesting their powers, had suddenly found themselves in a completely different body. On second thought, Emily felt sad for them. She knew all too well what it meant to be trapped in a form that doesn't fit. Jane, 18 years old, had been attending to Whateley for three years now. Like her, she was a devisor, but also a gadgeteer. The difference might not seem clear to some people, since both traits made a mutant into an outstanding engineer, but it was actually abysmal and it was well summed up by the old saying: "A gadgeteer can go to the patent office, a devisor can go anywhere but the patent office." While the power of a devisor was to build a machine that worked even if it was theoretically impossible, a gadgeteer possessed the supernatural ability to understand how to design an object with a specific function. If gadgeteers were scientists, devisors were artists who, in a glimpse of inspiration, created something that would work only for them. Jane was lucky enough to not only possess both traits, but to be able to tell which of her creations were devises and which were gadgets. In particular, when she went to Whateley she had specialized in computer science. There was nobody better suited to design a program, and to improve her skills she worked as a security consultant not just for her father but for the government too, repeatedly breaking into their most secure networks to point out security weak points. In Whateley it apparently was fashionable to have some kind of code name, superhero style, and Jane had chosen Byte. Very appropriate. Jane had learned a lot from her friend Paige, an older girl she used to stick with when she was a freshman and a computer wizard, although that last bit was supposed to be a secret. Emily had never met her, but Jane had a picture of the two of them together in her room. "By the way, Ed," said his father. "Tomorrow we'll have your birthday party for dinner. Tracy told me to go and tell her what kind of cake you'd like her to make you. Fifteen years... time sure flies!" "I'll remember. By the way, I need more platinum to work on my combat exoskeleton. Copper circuitry just slows reaction times too much." Her father looked at Emily with satisfaction and pride. "You sure are your father's son! I'll get you some." ----------------------------------------- Jane nervously knocked on the door. "Come in," said Emily. The girl opened the door and walked in the room. The place was as much of a mess as the mind of its owner. Pile of clothes were thrown on the floor next to a bookcase full of books and manga. Posters of various mecha anime adorned the walls , and an Iron Man poster autographed by Robert Downey Jr. hung in a frame over a desk. "The best, and most handsome, devisor in the world" Emily had once called him. Jane found the room's owner lying in bed, staring intently at the ceiling. "You sure you wanna do this, sis?" she muttered, shifting over to using female grammar. "You know how I feel. I can't keep on living in this body. Whenever I look in the mirror it's torture. Whenever I look at you, it's torture," Emily said. Jane nodded, and sat down next to her sister before beginning to stroke her forehead tenderly. "You know, I always thought you weren't like other children. There was something in you... a burden. As if you had to carry a heavy boulder constantly. And when you told me... I knew what it was. " Emily nodded, but did not move her eyes from the ceiling. "I'm afraid, Jane. What will Dad say? He's always so old fashioned. He'd be furious if he knew that I like men. But finding out I want to be a woman on top of that..." "He'll get over it eventually. You can't do anything to change what you are. You can't stop being a girl more than you can stop being a mutant..." "And what if he finds a way to change me back?" she asked worried. "I wouldn't bet on that. His designs are great for blowing things up but he never worked on changing people." Emily sat up with tears in her eyes, then hugged her sister tight. "Now go to sleep" Jane whispered. "Tomorrow is a special day." ------------------------------------- Emily plugged the platinum chip into its slot and took a look at her creation. It was an arm - a robotic arm, part of what she called a Mobile Combat Platform, or MCP for short. She slid her hand over its smooth surface with the affection of a mother. She had always been fond of robots, since she was a little girl. And once she got into anime, she just knew she would some day build her own combat mecha and get into superhero business. It wasn't really a choice her father would approve of, he'd rather have her at the head of the family's business. But she doubted he would approve many of her choices. She glanced at the clock on the wall: 6.40 PM. It was time. She went to her room, knocking on Jane's door as she passed by, then stripped off her workshop overalls, watching with disgust the image in the mirror. If all went as planned she wouldn't have to see this horror anymore. And, she thought with a shudder, probably if things went wrong too. It didn't matter. Better to die trying, than to live on as a man. Her sister came in just as she finished get dressed in her pants and t- shirt. She was holding a small vial in her hand, and a syringe in the other. "Are you ready?" she asked. "As ready as I can be." "Remember, there's no turning back. Nobody ever managed to counter the serum. And you know your new body will come with... quirks." Emily shrugged. "This is my best shot, Jane. I'm not just going to let this opportunity slip away. Just do it" Jane nodded and drew the content of the vial in the syringe, then injected it in Emily's arm. "All done. Do you really want to tell them like that? Isn't it going to be a little too... flashy?" asked Jane. "Doing things in style! This is what Tony Stark taught me," she said with a grin. "Don't they teach you that in your superhero school?" She opened the door and stepped on the frame, before turning to Jane again. "Oh and sis... Thank you. So much." ------------------------------------ It's time, Emily thought at the end of dinner. All of them had just finished giving her several gift packages, and Tracy had just put a strawberry cheesecake with a lit candle in front of her face. "Come on, make a wish!" Mary said. Emily grinned wide. "...I wish I was a girl!" she said out, then blew at the candle. Everyone was looking at her wide-eyed. "Did you just say..." her father began. She nodded. "I want to be a girl." Her father stared at her in horror. "What is this... this... is it a joke?" he cried. Emily looked at him straight in the eyes, with a pride and confidence she didn't knew she could muster. "I'm a girl, Dad. I always have been. I only need to correct a mistake of nature. I just injected myself with a dose of Jobe Wilkins's serum." "Jobe Wilkins? Are you giving over your life to madmen and dictators to play with? What the hell are you thinking?" he said, slamming his hands on the table. "Besides I didn't bring up a damn faggot!" "No," Emily replied. "You brought up a transsexual. Let's name things properly." Edgar sprang to his feet and walked over to Emily in long steps, raising his hand with a very clear intent. Quietly, Jane stood up and stepped between her father and sister. The man stopped, surprised, his anger back under control. "Are you on his side too?" His eyes were icy. "I did not expect you to approve of certain things. You disappoint me. I thought you were a girl with some sense." "I've know about my sister for years, Dad. She's not a boy," the girl replied. "As for Jobe, he may be a little crazy and a self-centered stick in the mud but he's a professional. I mean, just take a look at how many people are buying his serum." There was a moment of tension, then Edgar shrugged. "Bah. Madness!" he said. "Edgar, in your room. Immediately. I'll tell you when you can get out. Jane, you too. Tomorrow, Ed, we go straight to the doctor to understand what is going on. I hope you didn't go Diedrick. And we'll see if we can reverse this shit." ------------------------- Despite the punishment, for Emily that was the most beautiful night in her life. Locked in her room, she adjusted her disheveled hair behind her back and took a good look in the mirror. Happy Birthday, Emily! she thought. Her brown eyes were shining with a light they hadn't had in ages. She wondered how long would it take for the drug to kick in. It was a very special kind of devise, a bio-devise which would slowly turn her into a strikingly beautiful elf girl. With tears of joy, she dug in the bottom of the cabinet to pull out a blue nightgown that Jane had given her. It fit in an awkward way, but it didn't matter. She was on her way to become a real woman now. She fell asleep with the smile of a child. ----------------------------- She didn't have Diedrick. Considering that Diedrick's Syndrome caused delusions, paranoia, megalomania, loss of control on one's own powers and bursts of anger dangerous for oneself and others, Edgard Stenford Sr. should have looked much more relieved that he appeared when the doctor confirmed the presence of a gender dysphoria instead. A condition commonly known as transsexualism. Or, as described by Edgar, "Being a sissy faggot." During the return trip, Emily's father said nothing. The few times he looked at her, his eyes were full of contempt. "Edward Charles Stenford. What were you thinking?" her father began, as soon as they were home. "Throwing a stunt like this and expect we keep up as if nothing had happened? You and Jane have been reckless. You're playing with fire here. Don't you know this can as well kill yourself?" Emily stood defiantly in front of her father. "It's Emily Charlene now. And I don't care, dad. If I can't be a woman in body too, I might as well die." "Don't you ever say something like this again. Now I expect you to at the very least have a regular schedule of medical check-ups and take your medicine. And you're grounded, till further notice. Pray that you somehow get out of this mess!" Emily did her best to control herself and be strong, but as soon as she was in her room her eyes filled with tears. Why must her father do this to her? He already had two daughters, why couldn't he have a third? What did they have, that she lacked? Someone knocked at the door. It was Jane. "Hello Emily. How are you doing?" she asked. She had a bag hanging from an arm, and was carrying a plate with a slice of her birthday cake, that she could not eat the day before. "Not so good," she replied. "I brought the cake. With all that happened I couldn't give you a proper happy birthday." "Jane, you know you've given me the perfect birthday present," Emily smiled. "You still have to tell me how you managed to get the son of a supervillain to brew a dose of his special drow serum for you." "Feminine wiles" she said, chuckling. "OK, you want the serious version? He owed me. Or maybe she. I still don't know. Well, there was this newspaper that somehow got hold of photographic evidence of Jobe's accident. I cracked their system and deleted everything." Emily laughed at the mention of the infamous "accident". Jobe Wilkins was the child of Gizmatic, the ruler of the island-nation of Karedonia, a Caribbean paradise he took over with the aid of an army of robots. Jobe was a few years older than Jane, and studied at Whateley too. He was so self-centered and arrogant that everyone despised him and picked on him. However, he also happened to be a genius level bio-devisor \ bio- gadgeteer with a morbid fascination with spiders, venoms and drows, the evil black-skinned elves of fantasy books. His downfall began with his plan to create a "perfect girlfriend", someone finely tailored to his tastes. He collected DNA samples from most of the kids on campus and somehow came up with a "drow serum" that would change the user into a sexy ebony-skinned beauty with Exemplar level physical performance and Level 5 regeneration capabilities, which pretty much meant guaranteed survival from anything that didn't kill her outright. Being devised by a horny teenager, though, the body came with its own sets of quirks as Jane pointed out. It was extremely sensitive to pleasure and the girl would bond with the first man she'd have sex with, which meant that her first man would have to be her one true love. Luckily for Emily, the mating bond had been cut of from the latest batches. One day, Jobe accidentally injected himself with the drug and during the next days he changed into his own dream girlfriend. Which obviously made "him" even more of a laughing stock in the school. Through a strange series of other accidents, another drow girl called Belphoebe came up and was legally considered Jobe's daughter first, and then sister. Gizmatic had been extremely embarrassed of course, and disowned both his "daughters". Still, Jobe found a way to twist the whole accident to his advantage: he started selling the serum while he worked on a male counterpart. These days more and more drows were showing up around. Jane put the cake on the desk and the bag on the floor, then pulled something out of it. Emily's eyes filled with wonder. "Want to try some makeup, sis?" Jane grinned, showing Emily her new makeup kit "But... What about Dad?" Emily asked, worried. "He's working in the workshop. If we blew up the house, he'd not notice it." Jane took her time applying foundation to the sister's skin, then eyeliner. "You know, your eyes look larger than yesterday. I guess the changes are starting to show. Are you taking your anti-regenerative drugs?" Emily wanted to nod, but her sister held her steadily in place. "Good girl. I know it will mean having to wait a little more for the changes to be complete, but we don't want your body to break under the stress don't we? Now hold still a little more, I'm going to apply you some mascara." "How do I look?" Emily asked. Jane looked at her with a pride that only a big sister could show. "You're beautiful. And you're radiant," she told her. "Take a look at yourself," she said, handing her a mirror. Jane pulled out other things from her bag. They were some of her old clothes. "You can have these, I'm not using them anymore. And they'll fit you in a little while." They went on like that for an eternity, trying on clothes, laughing and hugging. Just two sisters. "Congratulations Sis," Jane said, finally. "Now it's presents time!" "What? But I thought..." "Gifts just aren't over, you know." Then she pulled out a gift bag from the bag. It was a sphere about three inches wide, wrapped as if it was a huge candy. Emily opened it to reveal a ball of chrome-plated metal. She recognized it instantly. "HAL!" she exclaimed. "Don't tell me you made it work!" HAL was a little pet robot she had built during the last months, to pass the time when she needed to relax from the most important projects. Unfortunately, programming it had proven beyond her ability. "To Byte, programming a robot is a joke," Jane said, puffing out her chest in a funny manner. She pressed a button on the sphere that immediately came to life. It extended a large number of appendices from hatches that opened on its surface, and used them to scan the surrounding environment. "HAL this is your mistress Emily," Jane commanded. "Behave to her as you would to Alpha Programmer Jane." The robot pointed all its arrays towards Emily, and paused while a series of lights flashed on the sensors. Then it withdrew all appendices, and with a high-pitched buzzing it rolled to her feet. "I think he wants you to pet him," Jane said. Emily laughed, a crystal laughter, while stroking HAL like a cat. ----------------------------- The next week was a whirlwind of emotions for Emily. Her father had ordered her not to leave her room except to eat and go to the bathroom, had cut off her access to the Internet and seized her phone and HAL. Basically, her contacts with the outside world had been reduced to her seeing doctors, his father's scolding and Jane's secret visits. However, she could see her change progress before her eyes. In a week, her body hair stopped growing while the one on her scalp grew longer, turning as white as spider silk at the roots. At the same time, her skin had been getting darker. Her body fat had rearranged itself too, her buttocks and thighs were rounder and fuller, and a small mound of fat had been growing under her nipples. Her frame was overall plumper. She felt so good! One day, Jane brought Mary with her visiting. The little girl stepped into the room looking at Emily with her ??eyes wide open, then timidly approached her and stood next to her sister who was sitting at the computer. She stared at her in wonder. "Jane says that now I have to call you Emily, even if Dad doesn't want it. Is it true that you're a girl like me?" she asked Emily hugged her, picked her up and sat her on her lap. "I always have been. It's just that you couldn't see it before. My body was wrong. Now it's changing to match who I am." "But how is that possible? You're either boy or girl, right?" Mary asked naively. "You see, Mary," began her sister, smiling. "It's not that easy. Sometimes a man is born with the body of a woman, and a woman with the body of a man. It's a rare thing, but when it happens it is very sad for those who live it. Would you be happy to have a boy's body?" Mary thought for a second. "Eww. No! Boys are so... ugly! They stick their fingers in their noses and are always dirty. And always make fun of me." Emily and Jane laughed. "You see, neither did I want to have a male body. And since I could fix it... I did!" Mary looked in her sister's eyes for a moment, then with all the innocence of a little girl she asked, "Will we play with dolls together now?" "Whenever you want!" Emily said, kissing her forehead. --------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Edgar spent hours in the workshop in an attempt to find a way to reverse Emily's changes. As Jane expected, the task proved very difficult, especially when mysterious hackers repeatedly slipped into his computer to delete designs. He had a very clear suspicion on who was the culprit, but no evidence. He went as far as to contact Jobe himself, but the crystal female voice at the phone replied coldly their business had a "no refunds, no exchanges" policy and that there was no complaining about the change being one way only, something that was clearly stated in their agreement police. Jane had continued to try wearing him down in other ways too, telling him of her experiences with Emily and trying to convince him that it was not so bad to have a third daughter. Not even pointing out that a friend of hers had once been a man had been useful, though. What really annoyed her father was not the transformation itself, something quite common among mutants, but the knowledge that Emily had voluntarily given up her manhood. It was a very macho thing, actually. Male pride and all that. He was also very concerned about her health, so he did a little research. It confirmed what he knew all along: a high level regen was more or less a walking bio-bomb. Even casual exposure to an early drow prototyope's blood might be enough for a weak immune system to be overwhelmed. If the subject was lucky, he or she would turn into a drow too. The less lucky ones would suffer a painful death from what was basically a contagious cancer. Fortunately, he learned that Wilkins had been fine-tuning his formula. The really warped "bond to a male" feature had been made optional, and the regeneration ability was modified so that it would work as a level 5 during the actual change, but then go down to a more normal level 2 to prevent someone from spreading the change to others... free samples were bad for business. Their doctor confirmed that everything was working properly and smoothly. At least, Edgar thought, he wouldn't see his son's body crumble under a huge cancer. --------------------------------- "Dad, I'm not seeing a shrink. You just want him to make me change my mind," Emily said. She brushed her now short and completely white hair to her left, struggling against an unruly lock. She had cut off all her exceeding brown hair, leaving the newly grown one only. "Ed... I mean... Em. Just do it for me, please." She turned away from the bathroom mirror, looking straight at her father. She had lost some muscle mass, but what she lacked in bulk she had gained in boldness, resulting in a "don't piss the lady off" kind of stare. "Why should I? What do I gain from this? I know I want to be 100% girl. No questions about that." "Then do it for your mother, dammit!" he snapped. "What would she think of this? You don't even look human anymore! And all of this just for this silly idea you are a woman. You're going to regret this, I tell you." Emily looked really hurt at that. "This was low, and completely unaccounted for. Leave mom out of this!" she cried, tears beginning to wet her now almond-shaped, silver eyes. "And to think that at times, since you were a mutant, I thought you could understand what it meant to be different. But you don't. Nobody ever understands." She just turned her back on her father and strode towards her room. She opened the door and threw herself on the bed. Jane promptly followed her and sat beside her. "You know, Emily, he's just worried. You shouldn't be so hard on him." "If he worried about my well-being, he'd let me out of this damn prison and get on with my life." "Em, I've known about you for a long time. But he hasn't. You can't expect him to understand right off the bat. I hate to tell you this, but I think he's right when he says you should see a therapist." Emily looked at her with hate. "Do you want me to change back too now?" "Don't be silly, Em. If I didn't want you to use the serum I wouldn't have brought it home in the first place. But a little help adjusting will be OK, trust me, and it will keep dad's pressure off you." "Just... just this first time, OK? Then I'll see," Emily reluctantly agreed. "Good girl" Jane smiled, and hugged her. ------------------------------------ It would be very hard to see the person that left Emily's house that day as anything different from a girl. A strangely graceful, if somewhat androgynous one, but a girl none the less. Emily's frame had kept on developing to the point she now wore a bra for more practical reasons than just feeling feminine, and her skin had darkened to an African American hue, although she knew she could expect it to become even darker. Her face had softened to the point she could pass for a girl even at close inspection, especially since she had lost what little beard she used to have. All that was left of her male anatomy was carefully tucked away in her panties. The changes had been anything but painless, and she still felt really sick from time to time, but it was definitely worth it. That day she also spent a good amount of time getting ready. For her first long range trip out of her house she wanted to look at her best. Not to mention, making a good first impression on her therapist. She had put on a white top with a big red heart in the middle and a green skirt, but then Jane pointed out it looked really bad on her complexion, so she settled on jeans. She also wanted to wear something more feminine than sneakers, but she didn't have the chance to shop for female clothes so far, Jane's shoes were too large for her and her feet were still shrinking. Still, she made for a pretty young girl, with her sunglasses on and her steel necklace. Jane drove her to her first session, in case she needed comfort. Dr. Gerard Hampley's studio was located in an old building in downtown Boston, and the waiting room had a very elegant look. Jane sat on a chair while the doctor helped Emily inside his studio and on a lounge chair. He was an handsome man in his fifties who somehow reminded her of Harrison Ford. He was polite and friendly and the only thing he said about her appearance was a compliment. "First of all, Emily, I want you to know that you're safe in here. Nothing we say is going to leave this room if you don't want to. Also, I'm not here to make you change your mind or something, despite what your father might think. You are your own person and my only role is to help you understand what you really want. These are the rules and I made them clear to your father." Emily nodded. "But I know what I want, doctor. I just want to be able to live like any other girl." "Well, that's not wrong, isn't it? We all want to get rid of trouble and live a happy and fulfilling life. How are you feeling now that you're changing?" Emily felt annoyed by that. "Why should I tell you? I mean, you just care for me because you're paid for it." "Ours is more than a business relationship, you know. Why don't you test me? Would you trust me if I told you a secret of mine?" Emily sighed. She felt extremely uncomfortable. "Fine, let's hear this." "OK" Dr Hampley said. "I used to be a woman. I'm a mutant and I changed when I manifested, at twelve. So, in a way, I'm transgendered too." Emily was shocked. "Oh! Is it real? Does my father know?" He smiled. "No need to bring that up. Now's your turn to tell me something. Are you feeling comfortable with your change?" Emily relaxed a bit. Could this person really understand her? "So far, it's been a little painful but I've been managing." "I'm not talking about physical discomfort, Emily. You're changing fast, and into something very different from before. I understand that you wanted this, you needed it even. But it still doesn't mean you don't need time adjusting." Emily sighed. "To tell the truth... Yes, it's been stressful. I mean, I look in the mirror and I like what I see. I know I'll soon be an Exemplar level 2 beauty. I'll never again have trouble attracting a boy's attention. But sometimes I can't help but be afraid. What if I end up so different I can't recognize myself anymore?" "Exemplars get that feeling very often. Just because your changes have been artificially triggered, it doesn't mean they are any different from a standard manifestation. Most people think they would be glad to be more beautiful, taller, more muscular. Plastic surgeons and bio-devisors are busy all around the world changing people to make them look different. But you'd be surprised at how much time even a simple surgery, a nose correction for example, requires before a person feels comfortable looking in a mirror." "And then there's the matter of my exotic looks. When I'll be through with this I won't be able to pass for human anymore. Society might be more open to mutants today and there's a fair amount of drows going around already, but I'm definitely going to attract attention." Dr. Hampley nodded. "Mutant haters are still a strong maority in many places. You should be careful. Which makes me wonder: what are you going to do about your identity? Are you going to hide the fact you're transgendered or are you going to tell people?" "I'm not sure. I know people could treat me different if they knew, but I'd feel like a coward if I just pretended I'm not trans. As if I was ashamed of who I am." "I know the feeling. It will be up to you to find a good balance between the two extremes." "I'll go with the flow. I'll soon be in a school full of weirdness, I'm sure there will be plenty of stranger people than a drow t-girl." Emily paused. "I wonder if I'm going to have friends." "Don't you have any now?" the doctor asked. Emily shook her head, sad. "I used to have some girl friends when I was a child. Then puberty hit, everyone moved on and I... I kind of got stuck. I didn't belong with the girls, nor the boys. My only real friend is my sister Jane. I used to envy her, because she had what I hadn't. Then I came out to her, and we became closer than ever. She's the only one that always saw me as a girl." "You're lucky to have an accepting sister," he said, smiling. ----------------------------------------- It was on August, 31st that Emily woke up complete. Every other change had stopped, but her genitalia were still changing. That morning, though, there was no sign left of her ever having been a boy. All she could find between her legs was a soft tuft of hair, covering the entrance to her womanhood. Laying in her bed, she let out a sigh when she slowly caressed her groin, enjoying the curves of her new labia. A rush of emotions overwhelmed her. She was all girl now. She could bear children. Make love with a man. Tears of joy pooled in her eyes, as she surprised herself stroking every inch of her new body, as if each curve was an old friend she finally got to meet. She stood up in her silken nightgown - elf skin doesn't agree with synthetics - and took a nice look at the mirror. She felt gorgeous. The princess from a fairy tale. Her face had settled to an heart shape, with pink lips and wide silver eyes. Long white hair fell down to her mid back. And she had curves. Real ones. The nightgown outlined full, round breasts and her cute buttocks slid down to legs to kill for. Oh, she'll love showing her legs off so much. And her skin was just perfect. Smooth as silk and as dark as the night. ------------------------------- It was a Saturday afternoon, and Emily was lying on a folding chair in the garden, enjoying a romance novel and the warm sun of the early days of September. The next day she and Jane would leave for New Hampshire, and on Monday the lessons would start. She really looked forward to getting rid of her father until Christmas break. And then, she thought, Jane did nothing but talk about these huge underground workshops... A figure stepped between her and the sun. "Jane! Move out, I'm trying to get a tan!" she joked. Jane laughed hard. "I had an offer for you, but since you're so busy..," she said with a grin. Emily stood up. "What's that?" "It's a surprise! Come on!" Ten minutes later, the three Stanford sisters sat in Jane's convertible while she drove towards the city center, en route to an afternoon of shopping. "How did you convince dad to let us go?" Emily asked Jane, her hair waving in the wind. "I told him you had to buy something for school. He gave me the credit card, and said he didn't want to know. I think that deep down, Emily's growing on him" They tried clothes on, chatted about boys and ate ice cream. Mary was so glad to get to do grown up stuff with her sisters. Emily even found herself blushing when she noticed that the ice cream shop's waiter, a boy around seventeen, kept throwing furtive glances at her legs. She hoped it didn't show, with her dark skin. In the end, they all went together to see a movie at the cinema before returning home. One happy afternoon, as any three sisters. -------------------------------- "Got everything?" Edgar asked, placing the hat on his forehead. Emily and Jane looked at him and nodded, then each took turns hugging first Mary and then their father. Edgar hesitated when about to hug Emily, but eventually let himself go. The girls stepped on the train with their suitcases, waving goodbye to their family. A new year was about to begin. And everything, Emily thought, was going to be perfect.