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THE CONTINUING STORY OF DANIELLE CUMMINGS BEING A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL ISNT ALWAYS FUN Danielle Cummings was a 16 year old high school sophomore in a shore town in New Jersey. She was also transgender. She had always been a somewhat effeminate boy, preferring to play with the neighborhood girls and participate in the same things they did. When she was younger, this meant jumprope, jacks, hopscotch, dolls and tea parties. She wasn't allowed to wear dresses {in public} but in all other ways, Danielle (actually born Daniel) was considered to be just another girl in the group, at least until the group began to get older. At that point, biology took over and the girls preferred to associate with only other (genetic) girls, and the boys also gravitated to their own gender. Poor Danielle (or Daniel) ws of course left out of both groups. At home, Danielle's mother allowed her to present as the girl she felt herself to be, with occasional forays to other towns for lunch or a movie, anonymous activities like that. Life went on like this until Danielle was 13, when her mother allowed her to begin transition, meeting her family on Christmas Eve and beginning puberty blockers and eventually beginning actual female hormones. Since she had been undergoing chemical transition for over two years, she had developed a true teen aged feminine body shape, had hair down past her shoulders and wore feminine clothing and makeup on a daily basis. All the paperwork had been submitted to the local school district, and Danielle had begun high school as a girl.there There were two high schools in Danielle's town, the older one having a dragon as its mascot and green and white as its colors, the newer one using a mustang with green and gold colors. Attendance was based strictly on where in the town the student resided, with a central road being the dividing line. It was strange for friends who lived across the street from each other to attend different high schools after being in the same elementary and middle schools for nine years. The only exception was a sharp left turn of the district line off the road to encompass one particular development. When the second high school had been opened, there was a particularly good football player living in that development who would have to transfer to the new school. The superintendent had been a longtime football coach and wished to keep him in the original school. So he arranged to 'gerrymander' the district solely for this one student. Even though that had been years ago, no correction had ever been made after the young man had graduated. This resulted in many students over the years in middle school being separated from friends, that shouldn't have been. But that's just the way it was. Due to her location in a development where many of the streets were named after trees of different sorts, Danielle was enrolled in the original school, so she was destined to spend her high school career as a dragon. It didn't really matter to either way, as long as she: A. wasn't bullied for her gender status and B. received a good education. The second was eminently possible, the first she had to discover for herself. Happily for Danielle, she started school transition in the mid 2010s-and gender status was mostly irrelevant to many if not most students. There were of course some lower class homophobes, some 'evangelical christians' (the two groups often overlapped!), some members of the three Catholic churches in town, and some other religious groups that were opposed to what they believed God had created in the matter of gender, and wanted her out of their town, and especially the girl's restrooms and locker room, but by and large, most students and a good percentage of the staff couldn't care less about Danielle Cumming's birth gender, only how she comported herself now that she had come out as her true self. While she didn't attempt to join any overtly feminine organizations such as cheerleaders or girl's soccer, she had a beautiful alto voice and could play the clarinet fairly well, which earned her places in the chorus and the marching band. She couldn't do concert band since that would interfere with chorus, but hey-you couldn't have everything. She was just happy to be able to walk the halls of her high school in a skirt and makeup without being hassled. The vast majority of the student body thought of her as just another girl, with many of the boys considering her more attractive than most, though none would consider asking her out on a date. At least not yet. At 16, Danielle was a junior, and finally she was beginning to have a social life. She did attend some parties, of course went to all the sporting events, and went (stag) to every school dance. Very occasionally, some of the boys were brave enough to ask her for a fast dance, but not to escort them-or attempt a slow number. They were usually simply friends, and that was it. While Danielle was grateful for their friendship, like any teenaged girl, she longed for something more, which meant that she might have to look in the student body of their cross town rivals. An active dating life would be nice, but a steady boyfriend would be better. That thought was what would eventually get her into some very deep trouble, of a type that she really wasn't equipped (literally) to handle. Junior year winter ball was approaching. Danielle of course didn't have a date, but she did have a circle of friends that she would attend with as a group, and of course sit at the same table. Like any girl, she wanted to look her best on this semi-formal occasion. Since she had a part time job now at a fast food restaurant (since her 16th birthday) she had some money saved, so she hit the mall with a slightly older girlfriend-one who had a drivers license and more importantly, access to a car. She remembered shopping for her Christmas dress when she was barely 14, and being too shy to go to her local mall, so her mom drove her over the parkway bridge to another one, where she found the perfect dress and shoes to wear for her family Christmas eve gathering. She had looked fantastic, and had gotten the acceptance of most of her family, and so now she wasn't afraid to appear in public at all-or shop for what she needed. There were several anchor stores at her local mall, such as Penney, Boskov and Macy's. In addition, there were multiple other stores ande boutiques catering to teenaged girls (since they had the money and were not averse to spending it!) and their needs. Danielle and her friend looked around for a while, and then Danielle tried on and chose a dark blue knee length cocktail dress with silver embroidery. Silver sandals with a three inch heel and open toe were soon discovered, followed up by a trip to Victoria's Secret. Since she now had a feminine figure, she had no compunctions about venturing into the place, where 95% of the straight male population wouldn't be caught dead in, unless it was Christmas or Valentine's day seasons. Even shopping for their lady's birthday was often a daunting experience for most men. However, Danielle was legally a girl, and always wore the types of lingerie that particular store was famous for. That she actually had a slight resemblance to one of the more famous South African 'angels' didn't hurt her confidence any, either. She very quickly found what she was looking for. The dance went off as well as could be expected. They were driven to the school by parents in most cases, and walked into the gym, handing in their tickets. Danielle was sitting at a particular table with nine close friends (both male and female) and the group settled in to have a good time in each other's company. After the light buffet supper, the DJ started to play, and everyone got up to dance. One of the boys in her group actually asked her for a slow dance, which she eagerly accepted. While she was considered a girl, everyone knew her origin, and she did get a few strange looks from a few members of the aforementioned bigoted groups. Actually, her partner did, similar to what had happened years ago to one of the most senior senseis of her Tae Kwon Do system in the area. The lady in question had also transitioned in high school, and had actually had a date to homecoming with one of Florida's top wrestlers, who she had later married after she had transitioned. She had met the aforementioned sensei several times at tournaments and seminars, and was determined to earn her own black belt at some point. As it was, she had just received her Rainbow Dragon 3rd grade brown belt, the lowest level of that rank. Assuming she kept training, it would probably take her at least two more years to receive her Shodan promotion. Since they had eaten and had spent some time dancing, most of the girls in attendance felt the need to touch up their hair and makeup. As usual, more ladies rooms were open than ones for the boys, and also as usual there was a line waiting to enter each one. Danielle had long since passed the point where most girls were leery of having her in the same restroom as they were, but of course, there were always a few. Danielle made it a point to get into a stall, do what she had to do, wash her hands and spend as little time primping as possible, and get out. She never hung around just to talk, even with her close friends, as was traditional in women's rest rooms. She didn't want to give anyone an opportunity to claim she was peeping or trying to assault another girl. There were already too many false stories nationwide affecting the transgender community for her to take a chance on starting any more. Danielle in short, was trying to be as close to invisible and innocuous as possible. So when she got out of the stall she did exactly what she planned on-she washed her hands, brushed her hair and reapplied mascara, blush and lipstick. Naturally, one of the worst female homophobes in the school just had to make a comment. "Good old Jennifer McCracken," she thought. Jennifer was a member of the oldest and most conservative Catholic church in town, the only one whose youthful members were in this high school's attendance district. The priest was an older man who followed traditional teachings, doctrine and attitudes to the letter. He wasn't vicious, just set in his ways. Danielle was an abomination and needed to be weeded out before she either infected or assaulted someone. He especially wanted her to be banned from the female spaces such as restrooms. He had been to the principal's and superintendent's offices several times to press his case. He had gone so far as to enlist other of the conservative religious leaders to go en masse to protest. Thus far, it had all been for naught. One of Danielle's uncles was a civil attorney, and should the school take any unnecessary or illegal steps, he was fully prepared to take her case Pro Bono and sue the district and the responsible administrators and board individually. He was also prepared to sue Father Loretto for harassment if it came to that. Jennifer made her usual comments about 'she-males, trannies and Danielle watching the girls and going home to whack off'. Danielle was tired of it, and really getting annoyed. This wasn't the time or place, and neither one was dressed for a confrontation. But they lived in the same development, and it was inevitable that the two would meet and settle this once and for all. Danielle was determined that she wouldn't be the one to throw the first blow, but she was equally determined that she would throw the last. And that Jennifer McCracken would finally decide that Danielle Cummings was best left alone. Or if necessary, the two girls could have another 'discussion'. Without losing her temper, or even responding to Jennifer's insults, Danielle left the girls room and went back to her table, which happily was on the other side of the gym from the other girls. The festivities continued, with all having a good time. Danielle danced either fast (mostly) or slow with all the boys at her table, and got up to fast dance with the girl group on occasion. Eventually the magic hour of 11 pm came, and the DJ spun the traditional 'Good Night Sweet Heart', a throwback to the 1950s. All of the couples got up to share a last slow dance, Danielle was surprised when Billy Stanfield, who had asked her to dance in the beginning, asked her to share the last dance with him. She eagerly accepted, not thinking anything of it, but, not for the first time in her young life, wished she was a genetic female so that she could respond to his overture. She was doubly surprised when he helped her with her coat and walked her out to the waiting area for when her ride arrived to pick her up. She nearly fainted when Billy actually gave her a light kiss (on the cheek at this point) and mentioned that maybe they should go out someplace together, on a real date. Danielle was too stunned to reply, but did manage to nod her head as she squeezed his hand and gave him a return kiss, lightly on the lips this time. She worried that Billy might be in for some hassles in school for his association with her in such a personal way, but he replied that he didn't care. He and Danielle had been friends for years, and he felt it was time to tell her how he really felt. She of course told her mother all about Billy, including the kisses and the fact that he wanted to take her on a one on one date. Carolyn was leery, since Danielle was extremely vulnerable, and worried that she was being set up by Billy for some kind of an unkind or cruel joke. She told her daughter that they would discuss it later and set up some rules as to where they could go and how they would get there. Carolyn Cummings wanted her daughter to live as normal a life as possible, while still maintaining a high degree of safety. Danielle readily agreed to all of her mother's conditions. She was a little late starting her dating life, but it was finally time, and it was much better than no dating life at all. In the meantime, due to where Danielle lived, in a development immediately adjacent to her High School, she was not accorded the privilege of riding a bus, even in the worst weather. There were no sidewalks, either. Her first major problem in high school occurred one day in January, when it was unseasonably warm and there was no snow on the ground. Instead of heavy coats and boots, everyone was wearing normal footware and jackets. She was still on one of the back streets near the playground leading to the main road to the school when it happened. Jennifer and two of her friends stepped out from behind a parked van, where it was impossible to see them as Danielle approached. Not unexpectedly, some extremely nasty and insulting words were thrown at Danielle, who did her best to keep walking and ignore her assailants. Unfortunately for everyone involved, the three bigots wouldn't allow that to happen. Danielle was surrounded and threatened. If she didn't quit using the girls facilities, and better yet, drop out of school now that she was 16, she was going to get the beating of her life. She could expect to be seriously hurt by an undetermined number of girls, not just the three that were warning her now. Danielle had finally reached her limit. She responded to her foes in the same way they had done with her-verbally. She had long ago sworn to herself (and her sensei) that she would NOT throw the first punch, EVER, unless it was an unavoidable first strike to disarm a dangerous opponent. And Danielle didn't consider Jennifer McCracken and her minions dangerous at that moment. After using the 'f-word' and the term 'slut' at the girl, Jennifer started to swing, while her posse stood by to help if necessary, though they didn't think it would. Any boy who lived as a girl was way too much of a coward and wimp to get into a fight. Or so they thought. Rainbow Dragon Tae Kwon Do was one of the toughest and most practical systems available anywhere, and all of it's 25 or so dojos nationwide taught the same curriculum. It had been developed by a transgender woman who had almost been killed in an attack by a group of neo nazi bigots, and had then been given lessons in several martial arts including BJJ and Ninjitsu. She had begun teaching her girlfriends as a 15 year old high school freshman and had earned her black belt at 16. In college she had founded Rainbow Dragon for the school's LGBT community and it had grown from there. The original college club was still in operation, and the other martial arts group on campus had learned (the hard way) not to screw with its members. They could, and would fight back. Danielle easily saw the punch coming and dropped her books and purse in plenty of time to react. She dropped into a guarding stance and lashed out with a middle knife hand block, catching Jennifer's arm at the inner elbow joint. As planned, it hurt. A lot. Jennifer let out a howl, and then a bigger one when a front snap kick from Danielle's rear leg caught her in the groin area. It's a myth that females aren't really hurt by a blow to this area, as males are. Jennifer went down, screaming. Her two friends moved towards Danielle, hoping to help out. They didn't have a plan, nor did they know what they were doing in a mixup like this. That was their misfortune. Danielle's leg still hadn't hit the ground, so she simply changed its momentum. She changed it into a back kick to her rear, where one of the girls was planning to grab her or do whatever she could think of to do. Didn't happen. Danielle knew enough to only employ low and middle kicks in a streetfight, and that's what she did. The heel of her foot caught the other girl in the ribs, resulting in a loud 'crack'. The girl began screaming-one usually does that when they unexpectedly receive several broken ribs. After delivering the kick, she dropped into a fighting stance, facing the third girl. Danielle Cummings was prepared to attack when the girl backed off with her hands in front of her, begging to be let off and promising she would never attempt such a thing again. As a matter of fact, she promised not to 'trash talk' about Danielle any more either. Daniells, having a moral code and not wishing to become the attacker, chose to back off and allow the frightened girl to flee, which also showed her true loyalty and colors. She was supposed to be a 'BFF' of the two girls moaning on the sidewalk, but she chose to run and save her own hide. Divide and conquer, ran through Danielle's mind. She realized she couldn't leave the two girls there without any help, so she called her mother, who was still at home, explained the situation, and asked for a pickup. Carolyn jumped into her car and sped to the playground to help the situation. She told Danielle that she needed to call 9-1-1. Danielle did, and heard a siren almost immediately, as the town hall and police station were only a few blocks away. Carolyn called her brother while she was on the way, the one who was Danielle's lawyer. His advice was simple-don't say a thing to the police or anyone else. That went double if they wished to arrest her for assault or anything else. She was simply to inform them that she wished to have her mother present, and that she was represented by counsel and that any questioning would have to wait until he arrived. As a minor, Danielle was entitled to these rights and of course, the right not to say anything at all. As she was 16, she could be charged as an adult in their state, which carried greater penalties, but also allowed her the full range of rights available to a suspect. He then added that the greatest commandment was to keep her mouth shut until he arrived if necessary. Danielle was of above average intelligence, and innumerable police dramas had drilled the standard words into her brain 'you have the right to remain silent, blah blah blah'. Her A grade in US History and Civics 1 helped also. The police arrived and took the statements of the girls on the ground, while simultaneously calling for the town first aid squad, which was only about two miles away. While it was volunteer rather than paid, there was always a crew on call, so they were there within ten minutes themselves. While it was obvious what had happened, with one girl up and safe, and two others hurt and moaning, Jennifer and her friend attempted to claim that Danielle had attacked them for no reason. The police were skeptical, but since Danielle refused to say anything on advice of counsel, they had no choice but to transport her to the police station for questioning and possible arrest. It was unfortunate that the desk sergeant was a member of the same church as Jennifer and actually knew her. He also knew exactly who Danielle was, and held the same opinion as his priest-that she was a sinful abomination, going against God's laws, and needed to be shown the error of 'his' ways, and return to the male lifestyle that God had intended for him. His animosity showed, but Carolyn was intelligent enough to detect it, and threatened to report him to the shift Lieutenant, and would inform her lawyer when he arrived of the officer's prejudice and out of line comments and treatment of her daughter. It worked, and the bigot backed off. Due to Danielle's age, and the fact that no one actually knew if a crime had been committed, rather than place her in a holding cell, she was allowed to sit on a bench in the police office area, with her mother, and under the gaze of several officers doing paperwork. She was allowed to use the ladies room (escorted by a female officer, which automatically gave her the status of girl rather than 'tranny') and given a bottle of water when she requested it. Finally her uncle (the attorney) arrived. Things were actually straightened out in a hurry after that. A call to the school confirmed that Jennifer had threatened Danielle, and more than once had been disciplined for anti-gay slurs. The principal was loathe to give that information, citing privacy, but the attorney informed him that it would be subpeonad as evidence in any trial against Danielle, and in the lawsuit against the school district and him personally for failure to protect his client, and enabling an unsafe educational environment. The principal caved, not wanting the resulting publicity for either himself or the school system. Danielle was released with an apology and admonished that if she continued to seriously harm any other students, even if attacked, the law could not continue to be so lenient. The attorney retorted that she really had no other choice, it was three against one, and she HAD allowed the third girl to leave. What else could she have done, and what more could she have done to show she had not been the attacker and had good intentions. The officer just mumbled something and turned away. So went Danielle Cummings first encounter with the law. As it was getting late, and her daughter was shaken up, Carolyn decided to keep her home for the rest of the day. She would also take her to school the next day, and would go to the office for a conversation with the principal or whatever other administrators happened to be present. She really hoped that the Superintendent would be present. He was going to get an earful about how unacceptable this situation was. Either then or at some other time, but it WAS going to happen. While Danielle was out after her experience, a few of the students in the area had observed what had occurred, and by now, it was all over the school. Even the faculty and administrators had heard about it, and were just about to phone Mrs. Cummings to come in for a conference when she appeared at the office door. She was livid, and planned on a thorough discussion of the district 'no bullying' policy, and a reminder that students were under school authority from the time they left home until the time they returned to their first after school destination. She also had her brother, Danielle's attorney, on speed dial. She was not going to allow Danielle to be taunted by names such as 'tranny ninja' for one minute. She expected the school to put a stop to it, and take whatever disciplinary measures were necessary in order to ensure her daughter's comfort and safety. She was entitled to a non-hostile learning environment and she was going to get it. One of her cousins and his partner were major players in a large LGBT rights lobbying group, with an army of lawyers and reporters on call, and if she had to contact them, she most certainly would. And make things as uncomfortable as possible for the responsible parties. The administration (minus the superintendent, who had chosen not to be there) got Mrs. Cummings message loud and clear. When the vice principal left to escort Danielle to her first class, one senior boy known to be a homophobic bigot made the comment in a voice just loud enough to be heard. The next thing he knew he was in the office receiving a three day suspension for his trouble. After a few more incidents of that nature, the word got around. She was protected, and a world of trouble would come down on anyone who hassled her. That old 'protected class' thing. Somehow, one student had managed to use a cell phone (which was banned in school, actually) to call his priest, Father Loretto. Who came to the school like an avenging angel. He was prepared to protest the 'special privileges' that the abomination was receiving, with students being suspended simply for exercising their freedom of speech and religious rights. As usual he was shut down, The principal informed him that there was a difference between freedom of speech and harassment. Danielle was as much entitled to an education as any of his youth group were, and she was going to have the opportunity to receive it. And none of his teens would be suspended for harassing her-if they simply left her alone. They didn't have to like her, or even talk to her unless they were in a group together in a class, but they did have to tolerate her in school. On their own time was their own business, unless they were going to or from school, when school discipline still applied. Father Loretto left, quite unhappily, but he left, fuming about sinners and liberals destroying the country, especially contaminating the youth. He also had the topic for next Sunday's sermon. What his young people did about it wasn't his problem. He couldn't be arrested for anything he said from the pulpit. That much he DID know. Danielle had her weekly medical appointments. Wednesday was with Dr. Janice Sherwood, her psychologist, who was evaluating her for suitability for transition and eventually approval for Gender Reassignment surgery. Danielle would need letters from her and at least two medical doctors who were not involved in her treatment. They had a long discussion concerning the attack near the playground. Janice was concerned that she was now a targer for having injured one of the most popular juniors in the school. Danielle stated that she wasn't worried- she could take care of herself and she wasn't afraid of any girl in a one on one situation. She could probably handle two if she had warning of their approach. She wasn't arrogant-Rainblw Dragon offered some of the best training available, and many lgbt individuals had taken advantage of it and successfully defended themselves from anti-gay bigots. Janice admonished her to be careful, and reminded her that in a year and a half she could have her SRS. She had to think carefully about such a step, since once done, there was no way back to full male functionality. Danielle said that was ALL she was thinking about, and couldn't wait. She had long since made up her mind. She was extremely fortunate in that her mother and all of her extended family finally supported her, as they had attended several family gatherings since the Christmas Eve party when she was 14. Her uncle was even going to represent her at any court proceedings. Satisfied, Janice ended the session, bade Danielle goodbye and made an appointment for the next one. She then had Friday to look forward to, her appointment with her endocrinologist, who prescribed and managed her puberty blockers (she still needed them since her body continued to produce testosterone) and her estrogen pills (the ones that had enabled her to develop smooth skin, breasts and a more feminine body shape. They also caused her to be quite emotional for several days every month, like many girls are during their periods This was due to an alteration of the hormone mix during the month). The greatest bright spot in her life was her relationship with Billy Stanfield, her boyfriend. The two spent time together in school, ate at the same table since they had the same lunch, and went on at least one date a weekend, either Friday or Saturday, sometimes both. They kept it simple, movies, the boardwalk when it got warmer, the county fair in the spring, twice Billy even went to see her in Karate tournaments with them going out for dinner afterwards. When he did come to see her, he was amazed at her proficiency. At one event, she placed in weapons kata, empty hand kata and fighting. Three trophies at one event. Everyone recognized her Rainbow Dragon patch, and no one gave her any flack about 'gay dojos' or anything else. Everyone also knew boyfriend made her life quite bearable, if not happy. Thing were going quite well for her. They weren't always going quite so well for Billy, though. While he was a normal, healthy and reasonably good looking male, his dating Danielle Cummings did cause him to be the subject of more than a little taunting and harassment himself. However, it never got physical, since Billy was a martial arts student himself-he attended a kung fu studio behind the town's largest and oldest shopping center. He had been training a few years more than Danielle had, and the two often trained together since they had been dating, trading techniques and teaching each other what to look out for when fighting against the other's style. As time went on, the two became extremely close, with some hot and heavy makeout sessions occurring. However, they always kept their hands above the waist though Danielle was willing to do a little more to please her boyfriend. It didn't happen, Billy always put her off, saying there was plenty of time after she had her surgery. They both hoped they would still be together then. Spring break came, and many of the students parents took them on vacations, with Florida being a favorite destination. Carolyn Cummings, being a single mom, was far from wealthy, and couldn't afford to do that for her daughter. In addition, there was a set percentage of income going into Danielle's 'special' savings account. Danielle contributed a third of her income, and Carolyn actually gave five percent of hers every two weeks. The account was growing, slowly but surely, but it was growing. But while Danielle couldn't go on a vacation, Billy's parents had a timeshare in Orlando which gave them travel privileges. They decided to spend the break in Williamsburg, VA. During break, Danielle made a colossal mistake, and had the worst experience of her life. She was invited to a party with some other members of the junior class. While she knew everyone in the 11th grade, she knew that some didn't like her at all, and were just looking for a chance to 'teach her a lesson'. And unknown to her, this party was their opportunity. While Danielle had asked about who was attending, the host (who she thought was a friend) didn't quite tell her the complete truth. As usual, there was alcohol there, and also as usual, Danielle abstained. Becoming impaired was one of the absolute last things she needed. What happened to her at the party WAS the last. She noticed that more than a few of the girls present were among those considered to be easy, promiscuous or sluts-take your pick of the terminology. They were pretty much dressed in a fashion to advertise that fact, too. There was dancing in the basement of the house (but no parents) and some of the aforementioned girls were moving in a way with their partners that looked more like they were having standing sex in public. Danielle soon became disgusted, and started to move towards the stairs, hearing several of the other attendees beginning to leave. Two of the larger football players moved to block her exit. She became alarmed, and attempted to move around them. It didn't happen. One of the boys in the room announced that they were going to turn the festivities into a rather special type of party. To be exact, as of now, the basement was going to become a 'lipstick party'. Danielle had heard of such a thing, but considered that it was a sort of urban legend. She was soon to find out differently. The girls were instructed to take out their lipsticks (hopefully all different colors) and thickly apply a fresh coat. The lights would then be turned out, and each girl would orally service the genitals of a different boy. When the lights were turned on again, everyone would try to figure out which girl had done which boy. While the other girls had no problem with the plan, Danielle strenuously objected. It did her no good, as she was threatened with physical violence if she refused, ran, screamed, hurt her partner, or did anything else than what she was told to do. She tried to tell them that her uncle was a lawyer, and this was rape, and that she would press charges. She was laughed at, and told that everyone in the basement was specifically chosen, and would testify that she had performed voluntarily. Since she was 16, New Jersey's age of consent, it couldn't be considered statutory either. In New York, with it's age limit of 17, it would have worked. But not here. Seething with anger, and to avoid a beating, Danielle did as she was instructed. She pulled out her lipstick, her signature Ruby Woo, and thickly applied it, while the other girls did the same thing. What she didn't notice was that none of the others were wearing such a deep red, which was also planned. The idea was to make it easy to identify which boy she had 'taken care of', in order to humiliate her later on when school restarted. In addition, they hoped that the experience would be so traumatic that she would leave school, since she was a pervert and didn't belong there with decent teens anyway. Decent? Actually, it was going to be a whole lot worse. When the lights went out, three boys surrounded her with their penises out. She was forces to her knees, and the first penetrated her lips. Totally disgusted, she did what she needed to do to avoid harm, gagging as she finished. As she tried to rise, the second boy forced her back down and took his turn. She tried to protest, but received a slap for her trouble. She finished him, and hoped it was over. The third boy took her next. By this time she was ready to throw up, in fact, when they finally allowed her to run up the stairs and leave the house, she did exactly that. She knew that she wouldn't be able to hide her injuries and dishevelment from her mother, and she was right. She poured out the whole sordid tale, sobbing more than she ever had in her life. She had seen the red marks on the three boys she had been required to submit to, and she hadn't even known that they in particular were there. Had she known, she would have been long gone. Obviously, the entire night had been a set-up. Carolyn Cummings, however was livid. Step one was to the hospital for testing, step two was to call the police to report the rape, and have a detective meet them there. Preferably a female one. The local hospital was perhaps 5 minutes away, and Carolyn pulled up to the emergency room entrance, beeping her horn to get the attention of whoever was on duty. A nurse and an orderly ran out with a gurney, since they didn't know exactly what had occurred. They immediately brought Danielle into an examining room and began stripping off her clothing. They were surprised to see that the young lady they were caring for wasn't actually an XX young lady, but it didn't affect her care. This was the second decade of the 21st century, and gender diversity was largely accepted except by some ultra conservative and ultra religious individuals. While the nurse was a Roman Catholic, she didn't share the bigoted views of the priest from the other side of town. She didn't even attend that church, hers was more accepting, while still believing it was sinful, they felt that it was up to God to do the judging. Their job was to follow Christ's commandment to love you neighbors, no matter who they were. As in the parable of the Samaritan. Detective Candace Wilson had been dispatched to investigate and take Danielle's statement. She was calm and attempted to be reassuring to the traumatized teen, while being horrified at what had been done to her. Since Danielle knew the names of the boys, and the host of the party, Det. Wilson assured her that they would be picked up as soon as warrants could be arranged for. DNA swabs of Danielle's inner cheeks and esophagus were taken, bagged for chain of custody, and rushed to the county crime lab. Since Danielle was transgender, and had been the victim of much taunting and at least one assault, the woman wrote it up as a hate crime, which would carry a much longer sentence should the case get that far. After answering questions, the doctor (thankfully another woman) decided that it was time for Danielle to sleep, gave her a sedative and chased the detective out of the room. More questions could be asked tomorrow. Danielle was kept in the hospital for several days, with her mother and/or a county rape crisis counselor in constant attendance. In the meantime, spring break came to an end. Billy Stanfield and his parents got home, and since it was all over town (both sides) about the rape and the 4 arrests, he flew to the hospital as soon as he could get there. He didn't know if he could get in to see his girlfriend, or if she even wanted to see him, but he had to try. He was in luck, she was allowed to have visitors from an approved list. Except for family, he was the only male on it, though some of her girlfriends had already been in and brought flowers and balloons to let her know they were thinking of her. A woman from a trans support group had already been there to offer assistance and legal aid if necessary. They were willing to work with Danielle's uncle if that's what she wanted. She did. Danielle was actually ashamed to see her boyfriend, she considered herself to now be 'damaged goods'. He assured her that it wasn't her fault, and he didn't think that it was-he still felt the same way about her, and no one in their school was going to give her any flak if he had anything to say-or do about it. And, he realized, he did. After giving her a light kiss and hug, and promising to visit again, he left and called some of his VERY close friends from his studio . He also knew several boys from Rainbow Dragon. All six of them were either black or senior brown belts (or their Chinese style equivalent). The RD students were already incensed over the attack on their 'sister', and already planned their own retribution for when the boys were released on bail. It seems that the police and prosecutor (NJ's term for a district attorney) didn't believe for one minute that the actions were voluntary on Danielle's part, especially since all three boys had been repeatedly cited for harassing her in school, and even been thrown out of the local mall for causing a disturbance when they happened to run into her there. They felt that there was NO WAY Danielle would have been intimate with any one of them, let alone all three at one time. The three attackers were in deep trouble, the party host somewhat less so, but still facing some serious time. Billy and his friends had decided that their legal troubles were going to be the least of their worries. To put a long story short, the six boys made a plan. The arrested boys had been released on bail to their parents, with some restrictions on their movement and curfew hours. They were, however allowed to attend sponsored and official events, such as the local theater and such. Billy knew that on many Saturday nights, they could be found in the alley behind the theater doing something illegal, usually smoking marijuana or snorting cocaine. And that was where they planned to make their move. They also knew that there was a small rear entrance to the alley, which was where they would enter, hopefully unseen. They walked in, wearing nondescript jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers and waited behind a large dumpster for their targets. They weren't disappointed. As the three rapists approached from the main front entrance, the three slipped on the ski masks they had brought. They didn't have any weapons, their bare hands and feet were all they needed for this little task. The three pulled up wooden crates to sit on and lit up their joints, while they were sitting, and basically unaware of what was happening, Billy and his friends slipped out of hiding as quietly as they could and surrounded the trio. Pulling them off of their seats, they began teaching them the error of their ways, something that their parents should have done years ago. While they could easily have crippled or even blinded their enemies, the six had discussed what they would do, and chose not to cross any lines they couldn't come back from, with the exception of committing the crime of felonious assault. And of course, using their skills outside their studios as attackers. However, given what had happened to their friend Danielle at the hands of these three, that much didn't bother them. All three received several painful kicks to the genitals, and then attention was paid to their jawbones, which were broken. All three were given multiple painful bruises, a broken rib or two, and then thrown to the ground in a way calculated to cause them hurt, but no more serious injuries such as being dropped on their heads would cause. After ensuring that their targets would be lying on the ground and unconscious for a while, the three slipped out the back, taking off their masks at the same time. They made their way to a small minivan where they each had a change of clothes, different items from what they had been wearing. Including their footwear. Everything was rolled up and placed in a weighted canvas bag, which they they then took to a somewhat deep lake several towns away. Upon ensuring that they were out of sight of any witnesses, the bag was dropped into the lake to sink out of sight, hopefully forever. At least long enough for any traces of their dna to be washed away. They then drove back to their own town, where each boy was dropped off at his home. The story they gave their parents was that they had decided to practice with some students from another school, just to trade techniques. Technically, that was sort of true. It took just about as long for this story to get around town as had the one dealing with Danielle's rape. Since everyone knew about Billy's skills, he was of course the prime suspect and was taken in for questioning and his home thoroughly searched. Of course, nothing was found, and he said nothing, knowing enough (as had Danielle) to insist on his right to an attorney. By a coincidence, his attorney just happened to be Danielle's uncle. But by staying silent, and there being no evidence, no charges were preferred against him or boys from Rainbow Dragon, who were the obvious suspects. No one connected the other two boys from the Kung Fu school, though since Billy was a student there, they should have. After a long investigation, it was decided to move the assault to the 'cold case' file, where it remained until the statute of limitations ran out, after which it was boxed and labelled unsolved. Danielle returned to school and graduated. She continued to dress and act as femininely as possible, and her relationship with Billy grew stronger. He was her date to the junior prom and several dances their senior year, including the senior ball. While Danielle was never nominated for queen or princess, she was delighted to be there, especially with a date. Naturally, Jennifer whispered under her breath to her friends that 'the slut didn't have to be elected, she was already a queen'. Several of Danielle's friends heard it and passed it on to her, but Danielle, being who she was chose to let it go. She had already taught Jennifer a lesson, and she knew that Billy had dealt with her attackers in HIS own way. He never actually told her, since she could have been forced to testify in that case, but he did give secretive little hints that could be taken in several ways. When the boys recuperated, they were tried and convicted of various charges. The party host was given several years for facilitation and abetting, while the three actual perpetrators received lengthy sentences for rape, and were placed on the sex offender registry for life. They also had various orthopedic problems on a permanent basis, ranging from limps to dislocated jaws making it hard to chew normally. One of them did have a ruptured testicle, though the other one worked. But given records like these, meaningful careers were out of the question, so they drifted from one menial job to another, once they got out of prison that is. Danielle turned eighteen near the end of their senior year. Since she didn't want to miss school and graduation, she didn't jump into a surgeon's office the morning of her birthday. Instead, she and her mother flew to Canada (to the same surgeon that the RD sensei had used, coincidentally) right AFTER graduation and checked into the hospital there, where she underwent her SRS, finally becoming a complete woman, her greatest desire. It took her the entire summer to recuperate, but she was well enough to begin college in the fall. She chose to stay close to home, which saved on room and board, and attended a Catholic (coincidently) college in the next town that had been founded as a women's institution, but due to economics, discrimination laws and several other reasons, had become coed, first in the graduate program, then the entire school, including some dorms set aside for male students. As it was a Catholic school, mixed dorms were obviously out. But even though it was a religious based university, it did have a non discrimination policy. And as mentioned, a graduate school, so Danielle could earn a Master's Degree there should her career goals require one. If she needed a doctorate, she would have to transfer elsewhere later on. Years from now. As an aside, she continued to train at Rainbow Dragon, and earned her first degree black belt during her freshman year of college. Since she had undergone major surgery, it took her a while to recuperate enough to train at that level, but she managed it. She also joined the university women's karate team, which was nationally renowned, and became one of its stars. Billy earned the equivalent of a second degree from his school, and the two continued to date and become even closer. She finally gave herself to him fully during their sophomore year of college, when they were both nineteen. Danielle couldn't become pregnant, of course, which she regretted, but they could share full intimacy in every other way. Near the middle of their senior years, Billy presented her with a ring and asked her to marry him, which she joyfully agreed to. They chose not to marry until Danielle had completed her master's degree, which would probably take at least two years. Billy in the meantime chose to join the army as an officer and qualified for Ranger Training. He completed it and was assigned to the 75th Ranger Regiment at Fort Bragg, and was promoted to First Lieutenant just prior to Danielle receiving her MA. Given Billy's somewhat transient lifestyle, they chose not to adopt any children as of yet, though that was definitely a plan for the future. Given the number of martial arts classes available at most bases, she continued to train all of her life. And of course, Danielle had to remain on female hormones for the rest of her life also, though implants became more convienient that the oral type. Billy chose to make the army a career, eventually retiring as a decorated Lieutenant Colonel, with Danielle becoming a counselor for GLBT youth. She did earn her PhD. In Psychology from a major online university. From that nervous little twelve year old preparing to meet her family at Christmas, to the survivor of a horrifying sexual assault, to the complete woman and wife of an army officer, Danielle Cummings Stanfield was finally living the full and complete life that she had been denied due to an accident of birth.