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It was the first day at school and I'd to say I'd expected more or rather I'd expected something different than it actually was. Back to my old school if someone was towering over others that was a teacher. Here almost everyone was taller than me. I felt like a kid with adults around me. Older boys were looking at me like wolves at meat and I'd wondered they're gay or what. I'd met some guys from my old school. Al had with me only the Spanish. Lucille and Sheila from the squad were with me in my all classes. Naturally, I was hanging with them most of the time. When the lunch period came I'd found that Al was with his buddies and he wasn't encouraging me to join him at their table. I joined Lucille, Sheila and other cheerleaders at their table. I'd half expected to be shunned away but that didn't happen. Three of us were ninth graders while all others were older. During practices, we didn't interact too much. All time was used to practice and afterward, we all were exhausted too much to chat. We chatted about first impressions and other girls cautioned us about some teachers. Math teacher didn't like cheerleaders and it was freaking me out because math was my thing. Later girls started to talk about babysitting and some of them were complaining about lullabies. Not that they didn't like them rather they didn't know what to sing to soothe the baby. "For me, Peace mantra worked well," I said referring to my last babysitting experience. "What is this?" few girls asked in unison. "It's Peace, Shanti," I replied and girls stared at me as if I was talking a foreign language. "Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om." "And?" "That's all. Add melody you like and sing it. Shanti is about peace and tranquility and it will come. Or maybe just 'sh-sh-sh' and 'm-m-m-m-m' sounds are soothing too." "Are you yogi or what?" one girl asked which looked familiar. "Both." "What?" "I'm both yogi and what." Some girls giggled at my reply. "Oh, I remember you from deportment classes two years ago," and I remembered why she looked familiar. "Becky?" "What classes?" Lucille asked. "Two years ago when I was ninth grader like you the drama teacher recommended us to take deportment classes. That was mostly about posture and gracefulness. Other girls ignored that suggestion and I was the only one who took those classes. I got a lead role afterward." "And Andy?" "The teacher is Andy's Mom," Becky said. Lucille was about to ask something else but the bell rang and we all rushed to our next classes. In my case, it was Home Economics. Dad signed me to HomeEc instead of the shop. "Those home repair things happen so rarely that it's more suited to call for professional help rather than try to break it yourself. The food you'll prepare every day instead." Dad was the one who made food at home and I was helping him. Mom did sometimes too but it was a complete disaster and we knew to compliment her anyway. "Girls! Quiet!" Mrs. Santora a HomeEc teacher shouted when she entered the room. I was used to be addressed like this. Ms. Nors was addressing us 'Ladies' and boys between them called each other 'Lady' like 'Lady Christopher'. It sounded quite funny and even Ms. Nors was sometimes addressing us this way for fun. Roll call was by name and I was the fourth after Abby, Amanda, and Andrea. Abby was vegetarian so there was nothing special about me being vegetarian too. There were another two girls and we four made a veggies group. The first day was about arranging a home budget and the same theme was planned up to Thanksgiving so it was kind of Math rather than food making. The next period was a drama. Two hours were spent on introductions. With all those students around me that were bigger than me, I here never will get a role for me. I could expect to get a kid's role if such was available in the play. On the other hand, not only actors were needed for drama. There is backstage staff too. I could be a prompter too because of my small stature. Anyway, drama teacher didn't reveal his plans about the future play so after introduction, there were some impromptu readings of random lines like a lottery. Actually, it was great fun. ~~ After the school was over I had another hour till the cheerleading practice. So I had enough time to do all my homework and since it was the first day at school there was not much to do. Football practice started immediately after the last period. It was specially arranged this way to prevent boys from both teams meet in the locker rooms. Senior girls told that earlier there were some fights between cheerleaders and football players. My homework was completed and I had still almost thirty minutes until the practice started so I changed and went for stretches and then used a trampoline for kicks practice. Other boys meanwhile were in the weight room. Some girls were sitting on the bleachers and watched footballers' workouts. The afterward practice was the same as it was the previous week. Routine was the same too: up, kick spin, toss basket, down and again the same. Everyone in our group had their own Achilles heel. My weak point was kick and twist. I knew how to improve it. I needed more practice on a trampoline. The trampoline was free before the practice so I could occupy it after I was done with my homework. After practice, it was taken by another flyer Sarah. The third flyer Liz had to work with stretches and splits. Girls from my group had problems with balance. The first impression was exactly that but later the track and field coach who was helping Ms. Nors indicated the problem as a muscular weakness. For me, all four of them looked so big and strong... ~~ Some major event was coming and most students were getting ready for it. It was Homecoming. That's play, parade, and dance. The event was most important for seniors and for some juniors too, and for football players, and sure for cheerleaders. We planned to show stunts. We had to practice those four months already and for the Homecoming game, it would be ready to show. Now we were performing only tumbling, jumping, splits and cartwheels. First, there were preparations, fundraising and various things about school spirit. School district had promised some posters and sent them two weeks before the event to be placed at all places related with tickets and fundraising and they said there was enough to sell some if someone wanted so they were sold for ten bucks each. On this poster was a cheerleader on the top of the extended pyramid with cheerleaders dancing and boys playing football in the background. That cheerleader was me. I looked like a clown: face and eyes painted, ribbons in my hair and I was grinning like mad. Rami was selling tickets with some girl. I found him at his booth. "Rami, may you give me ten bucks till I'll get home?" I asked. "Oh, at last, some changes... Found something fancy?" Rami teased. "I want to buy one poster for Mom and Dad." "What poster?" "The district has sent some today and Alice actually is bringing one to hang on the wall," the girl said. Another girl, probably that mentioned Alice, brought rolled up a poster and unrolled it and was holding it against the wall. There were some other boys immediately. "She's hot..." one said. "I don't know her. Who is she?" another boy asked. "She's Rami's baby sister," the first girl said. "I'm not..." I started to say. "Truth to be said," Rami interrupted me, "she says she's not a girl." "RAMI, I do not..." I wanted to protest but... "Tom brother phase, I guess..." he interrupted me again. For Rami, it was a joke, a prank. I had to live with it. There was now a bunch of students and they all thought I was a girl and there was no way I could prove otherwise. The tears were welling in my eyes but I couldn't let myself cry or it would be another proof I was a girl or a sissy what was even worse. "I'll take few and put them in the car to keep safe," Rami said after the crowd at his booth dispersed. He was right. Trying to shove the poster into the locker probably wasn't the best idea. ~~ The day before the Homecoming we had kind of costume rehearsal. We had no costumes and there would be no costumes the next day but it was like we were on the field and all stunts were performed in unison, every jump and every kick was synchronous between all three pyramids. The practice was over and we still were here excited and chatted. I was with the boys and had actually revealed the secrets of keeping shoes odorless using tea bags and ground coffee. I could tell them about sanitary pads too but I considered against it. That's because I'd offered it to Rami a few days before and he almost fainted when I offered him to take some pads in his gym back and then put them in his shoes. "Attention everyone," Ms. Nors had some announcement to make. "The school had ordered new uniforms for both girls and boys. Uniforms now are traditional skirt and tee for girls and tracksuit for boys." Ms. Nors turned to me and other boys. "Unfortunately boys' uniforms are late so tomorrow you change before the game in your old uniforms as usual." "Girls! I beg your attention please." She turned to the girls now. "Your uniforms are in the office. Take a bag with your name tag on it. You'll come to school in your new uniform tomorrow. Spotters too. You may consider putting pantyhose on since days are already chill. Put some simple sheer nude pantyhose on, nothing fancy. Makeup is allowed just don't overuse it. At school before the game dancers' captain Allison will be in charge. She'll say where to go and what to do." I was glad about the new uniform. I hated my short shorts and that tight tee very much. Well, tomorrow it will still be the same but later I'll be in a tracksuit and no one will mistake me for a girl anymore. ~~ The next day I saw the new uniform for the first time. That was Sheila. She's actually a big girl but anyway she looked very pretty in the new uniform. The color was black with wide orange trim and narrow white line in between. The material was shimmering but not like glitter shimmering rather like silk. When Sheila moved the orange part of her skirt moved too and it looked like a flame. "Why haven't you changed into a new uniform?" she asked me. "Why would I?" "Cause you're one of us," Sheila said. "Hi, Sheila. Haven't you..." Lucille was about to ask something but she was staring at me instead. "Andy! What do you think you're doing?" "What?" I was flabbergasted. "Why are you?.." She motioned her hands at me like indicating my clothes. "Why would I?" I said again. "Because we are the team and you're the part of it." "She's hopeless," Sheila said. "I'm not 'she'," I complained. "You're right, Sheila. She's hopeless," Lucille echoed. "Girls, I need you..." Allison appeared from somewhere and she like Lucille too stopped in the middle of her sentence. "Girl! Why are you not ready yet?" she yelled out pointing at me. "Because I'm NOT!" I snapped out angrily. I turned on my heel and headed to my first-period class. It wasn't fun anymore here. ~~ The girls were performing various dance routines during the day together with dance squad girls. Now that both dancers and cheerleaders were wearing the same new uniform they looked stunningly. The girls were cheering and smiling except when they were scowling at me. I couldn't understand this. How could they expect me to dress up as a girl? Some students from the classes I was attending didn't appreciate me too. How could all these people don't understand that I wasn't a clown? As the time was nearing to the end of the day I'd noticed even more people were adverse to me and I couldn't understand why. ~~ The classes were over and I headed to the stadium to change here in my still the same old cheerleading uniform. I saw Chris and Sean almost one hundred feet in front of me disappearing behind the stadium gate. As I approached the stadium there were two doormen checking tickets of early arrivals and letting the staff in. "Where you, Miss?" one of them asked. I'd seen him before while he's one of Rami's friends. "I'm a cheerleader and I need to change," I replied. "All cheerleaders are already changed," he said. "Not all. I just saw Chris and Sean enter here." "Those are boys." "I'm a boy too." "Who are you kidding Miss?" he snickered. "I'm really a boy and I need to get in because I'm a flyer and I'm needed there to perform new stunts and..." "Listen to me girly," another doorman snarled at me, "all girls came to school in uniform and they don't need to change. The boys have to change and all three of them are already inside. And you... Consider long-long detention if you're causing more trouble. Go away or I'm calling school security." What could I do? I didn't have a ticket and I didn't have a pass. I walked away. My brother was in and my best friend was in but neither could help me to get inside. Because of those two bouncers, the new stunts will be not performed as planned. Or was it because of me? ~~ The day after was Saturday so I was about to know what happened only on Monday. Rami and Al were useless because after the game there was a party, then a dance, then sleepover, etc. Monday wasn't something special just a usual day, it was not. The girls didn't speak to me. I got to know the meaning of the word 'ignore' on myself. I didn't even try to sit at their table in the cafeteria during lunch too. Classes were over and I had done my homework while waiting for the beginning of cheerleading practice. I actually feared there was something wrong not only with my teammates. "How do you feel after you've ruined the show?" Ms. Nors asked without a word of greeting. "I haven't. The bouncers didn't let me in." "Sure. Innocent. I've instructed them not to," she said. "Why? Why would you..." "Cause you weren't ready. You were expected to wear the new uniform to school like other girls." "I'm not like other..." "Sure you are NOT," Ms. Nors snickered, "you are a STAR! How could I forget this?" "I'm not the star and I'm not the girl either like others," I corrected her. "Andy, I appreciate your tomboyishness. It's your life. Be what you want to be. But here we are the squad, the team and all girls are expected to be girls during the performance. That's a part of being cheerleader." "But I'm not a girl. I AM A BOY. Just look into stupid school records," that was becoming really insane. "Language, young lady," Ms. Nors interrupted me, "I looked into school records the first day you were assigned as a student here. And there is a big fat 'F' here and you are here as Ms. Ananda Katzel. After your tomboyish outbursts, I've checked again and then I checked maybe you are transgendered. None of that! Still the same 'F'." "But... But I am the boy... I was the boy all my life," I couldn't believe that insanity happening to me. "I know what I get to know," Ms. Nors said. "As I've said before cheerleading is about team and integrity. The one you are lacking. I can't let the squad rely on you and get another performance ruined. On the other hand, I have you assigned to me this year instead of the gym. So you'll come here as you were before but you will do whatever you want not disturbing and not interrupting others. Deal?" That insanity was real and it was happening to me... "DEAL?" Ms. Nors demanded. "Yes Ma'am," I replied in a meek voice. ~~ The time was nearing to Halloween and my fellow students were busying about parties and costumes and other related activities. Without me. I was alone. Always. I was walking around the stadium during the lunch period. I was depressed and I couldn't eat. At least at school. At home, I ate because there was Dad watching me. Sometimes I puked after eating. Maybe not sometimes. I was walking around the stadium and was behind the bleachers and I noticed a kitten scampering under the bleachers. I came nearer and found that there were another three here. Actually this 'here' wasn't really here but some twenty or so feet away under the bleachers. The bleachers were some metal and some planks and underneath on the ground there were puddles almost everywhere and kittens had found kind of an island surrounded by water. This fall was rainy and the rain was starting again and the water in puddles started to rise and their mother cat was nowhere to see. I was a pariah now but maybe some teacher will listen to me. I headed back inside and the first teacher I met was a drama one so I'd approached her. "There're the kittens under the bleacher and they are unreachable because they are twenty feet from the edge and they are surrounded by water and now as the rain started the water is..." "I understand," she said, "I just grab an umbrella from faculty room and you'll show where they are, OK?" "Yes, ma'am." She rushed to faculty room and was back literally in a second and we both headed to the bleachers and I showed her where the kittens were. She called 911 and was switched to local ASPCA shelter. The car from there came less than ten minutes. The man exited the car and he had a stick with a rod loop at one end. Then he got another two sticks and connected all three of them into one more than thirty feet long. He squatted down and tried to reach kittens with a stick but those were too far away and they were moving too fast so after twenty minutes of that commotion nothing changed just rain was pouring now and kittens' island was melting away rapidly. I wasn't about to watch the kittens drown. The crack under the bleachers was some eight inches or maybe less because of the rain. It was still enough space for me to squeeze. The teacher understood what I was doing when I was already under the bleachers. Kittens had nowhere to run so I made two passages to extract all four of them. The man put them all into the box and hurried back to the shelter. "Come with me, I'll sign your pass," the teacher said. There was no crowd because of the rain probably. When we were back to the school building the lunch period was already over and students were in their classes. Just when we were already inside the teacher noticed how I looked. "Oh my..." she just whispered. She rushed to the drama studio not letting me come in and was back in a minute with two fluffy towels. "Take these and... and... and stand under hot water or you'll catch something," she said. "Meanwhile I'll find something for you to change." I scurried into the locker-room and took all my clothes off because they were wet and I was already shivering in cold. There was a heater at the far end wall so I put my clothes on it to dry if the teacher will find nothing for me to change, grabbed a bottle of shower gel from my bag and rushed under the stream of hot water. I usually didn't wash my hair at school so I had no shampoo with me. This time however my hair was soaked in the mud and I washed it lathering with shower gel. Afterward, I patted myself dry and put my hair into a turban or it would become one tight tangled knot otherwise. I heard boys in the locker-room when I was arranging turban. I left my bag open when I hurried into the shower and boys peered inside and noticed the pack of sanitary pads I had inside. I had one towel on my head and another I considered to wrap around under my arms because of those stupid tan-lines that were caused by that stupid sports-bra. "This is boys' locker-room," one boy shouted when I came back from the shower. "I'm a boy too," I said. "What's this?" another boy demanded, pointing with his finger at the pack of sanitary pads. "I use them..." "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW what for you are using them or how you are using them just GET OUT OF HERE!" "But..." The next thing I knew there were boys at each my side and a moment later I was standing behind the door and after another second my bag was dropped beside me. What now? I was standing here in the hall of the high school barefoot and nude wrapped in two towels and according to the clock on the wall shortly school halls will be filled with students pointing at me their fingers and making a laughing stock of me. ~~ I was standing here wrapped in the towel and was now trying to rearrange it a little while there was that sound "Ahem!" what made me squeak almost an intelligent "Ye-e-p!" and turn to the source of the sound. "What do you think you are doing here?" VP Mrs. Gordon asked and motioned her hands indicating the towel I was wrapped in. "And why are you in so fancy costume?" "Boys have thrown me out..." "From where?" I motioned my head to boys' locker-room because I used both hands to keep the towel in place. "To my office. Now!" she ordered and when I tried to grab my gym bag with my left hand she intercepted me: "I'll take it. Keep moving." "So what happened?" she asked when we were in her office already. I retold my story concisely. "Who's your drama teacher?" "Mrs. Edith Sablotzki, ma'am." "OK," she said and punched a short number on her phone. "Edith? It's Celia. I have your student in my office... Sure... waiting." Then she punched her phone again. "Zoe? It's Celia... Yes... I guess I have one of yours' here in my office... I don't think... Would you come here, please...? Yes... No... waiting." "So your clothes are hanging on the heater in the boys' locker-room?" VP asked. I nodded my head 'yes'. "Well..." she said and punched her phone again. "Mark? It's Celia. We have a minor problem here. Would you be so dear to bring clothes hanging on the heater in the boys' locker-room? ... No, no one is in trouble... No, no... waiting." Strange, but boys' coach Mark Kirkwood was the first who came into VP office. "All your clothes are in mud and soaking wet and only your panties are dry." He placed my clothes on the chair at my side and put my whitey tighties separately. Why did he call them panties? "I couldn't find your bra," he said. "I don't have one," I replied. "What?" both VP and coach asked in unison. What could I say? I just shrugged. "Well, I leave you, alone ladies. Boys are waiting for me," the coach said and left the room. The door was still open as the room entered Ms. Nors. "Oh girl, you managed to get into another trouble already?" she asked me. What could I say in response? Many questions lately sounded to me like rhetoric and there were no answers. "What she's has done today?" Ms. Nors asked VP. "She was thrown out from the boys' locker-room wearing the towel and the turban. The unanswered question is how or why she got in." "Oh, I do know why, because she's a boy," Ms. Nors said in a stage whisper. I was tired and I was cold, I was exhausted by today's events and the last couple of weeks of almost not eating and by this constant 'you're the girl' nonsense. My body started tingling and tears were welling in my eyes and my only wish was to disappear and I guess I fainted. ~~ I woke up in the same room lying on the couch under the red-brown plaid. I discretely checked with my hand and found that I was already in my whitey tighties. All three ladies were sitting on chairs and all three of them were staring at me. "I guess I owe you an apology," Ms. Nors said. I said nothing and shrugged. Drama teacher gave me a cup with something hot. "Take it. It's a tea and it will warm you and give you some energy," she said. It really was hot and very sweet and I started to sip it slowly. I felt better and warmer almost immediately. "Minor problem becomes a big one," Mrs. Gordon said. "Everyone in the school thinks you are a girl and even school records state the same. I don't know how it is possible but officially you are the girl. If you come out from this office like a boy it will be an end. Not for school. The school is a rigid body and it will survive. It would be the end for you. The name calling would be the least problem. Sissy and fairy would be the least insulting ones..." "I sissy...?" I almost fainted again. "You are not. Calm down please," Ms. Nors asked. "So we have called your parents and your Dad will be here after school what's two hours later," VP said. "I have found a complete Wednesday costume with shoes but without underwear," the drama teacher added. "I don't need underwear, I have my whitey tighties already on and..." "Panties," said Ms. Nors. "What?" "This garment is called 'panties'." "Really?" "Really. I've checked the tag personally - 'Girls panties, age 12'. Haven't you read the tag?" "Sales lady in the store said they will fit and they really fit so why bother? By the way, I'm thirteen." "Certainly..." "So let it be panties and I have them on and I don't need another underwear," I said. "You need the bra," Ms. Nors said. "Not again," I growled, "I'm not a girl and I don't have breasts." "You're wrong," Ms. Nors objected, "not the big ones but about size A what's appropriate for your age." "Those are muscles," I complained. "No, no," she shook her head, "those are soft round breasts with enlarged nipples what again are appropriate for the girl your age." "How can I have breasts?" I was stunned and scared almost. "We don't know sweetie," Mrs. Gordon said, "You need to visit the doctor ASAP." "OK, I'll ask Dad," I said, "so what about that Friday costume." "It's not Friday, it's Wednesday," drama teacher corrected. "Is there a difference?" "Have you not seen 'The Addams family' on TV ever?" she asked. "We don't have TV," was my reply. "Oh!" all three exclaimed in unison. ~~ The costume wasn't that bad only it was a dress actually. Sleeves were a little too long and the skirt was a little too short. It wasn't as short as cheerleader's uniform but it wasn't decent in my understanding especially when I was the one to wear it. Under it went the pantyhose which were cable knit as drama teacher had said. At last, there were shoes that were like a hybrid between sandals and regular shoes and one of the teachers called them 'Mary Jane'. When I had them already on they felt strange on my feet because apparently, they had the half inch heel. Like Ms. Nors said it wasn't a big deal but I was accustomed to having my heel at the same level as the ball of the foot and that elevation felt rather strange. My hair was still damp and drama teacher used a blow dryer for it. Now it was dry but voluminous and all three of teachers said it would better to keep the hair in bunches. I had once my hair in bunches during the photo session. Mrs. Gordon got not ribbons for hair but kind of rubber bands named 'scrunches'. They said I looked good and kind of cute in the dress and my hair in bunches but I wasn't ready still to face the world dressed as a girl. People still didn't like me after homecoming game and there was no way to vindicate me without revealing my secret that I actually was the boy. Mrs. Gordon let me spend the rest of the day in the library until the arrival of my Dad and then go to see the Doctor or whatever Dad would say. Before I left VP gave me another cup of hot sweet tea and I was sitting on the edge of the couch and sipping it. "Even after I've seen the evidence," drama teacher started, "I see a girl, not a boy. Every your movement, your posture, your manners say or rather scream 'girl'. You sit straight with your knees together and drink your tea in small sips." "The tea is hot," I explained the small sips but couldn't find how to explain the rest. ~~ Ms. Nors led me to the library when the fifth period was still in progress. There I was sitting at the farthest table and doing my homework. I was excused from today's practice and actually was waiting for Dad to arrive. I was afraid of him teasing me about wearing the dress as he and Rami usually were teasing me at home. There he was standing at the table and... "Let's go, you have an appointment in almost two hours and we have enough time to get a snack," he said. And no teasing... Just so simply like it was the most usual thing for his younger son to be in a dress. "Give me your hand," he said when we were walking down the corridor. "I'm already big," I complained. "When you're a girl it shows I'm protecting you." Dad was always like that. He was explaining everything anytime. So we walked to the car my hand in his. "The dress suits you," he said while unlocking car's door. "But black is definitely NOT your color." "But I'm a boy and..." I started to complain. "Shush..." he raised his hand to silence me. "By the way, your drama teacher Edith something..." "Sablotzki," I prompted. "Yes, the same. So she said you need a bra." "But I'm not..." "Shush," he silenced me again. "First we'll talk with Doc. OK?" ~~ The first thing was a stop at the food court in the mall actually. I had French fries and Dad had papaya smoothie. We had still about an hour afterward and ended at some story the one that is enormous and has everything. "Why..." I was about to complain but Dad interrupted me. "As I said, black's definitely not your color and you look like your all clothes are borrowed." I'd never said I'd liked that dress. The same moment we entered the store there was a saleslady, 'Leila' said her nametag, in front of us. "I want Andy to change into something less formal and not so 'costume' in colors that suit better and..." Dad started and looked at his watch, "... I need it in thirty minutes." "No problem," saleslady said and she already had her hand over my shoulders to usher me somewhere when Dad stopped us. "Andy, Leila... Leila, yes?" The saleslady nodded yes. "So Andy, Leila is professional she knows the best what suits you and what not so no complaining. OK?" I nodded obediently and Leila this time took my hand in her and led me first to shoe rack where she selected white and lilac colored sneakers and gave me to put on. They fitted well but I wasn't sure about coloring and walked to the mirror. Even with black pantyhose, they looked good, really good. The color wasn't so girly actually. The next thing was a burgundy turtleneck pullover. Leila put it to my front to see how it looks. "Size 12 I guess," she said and I nodded without complaining that my age was actually thirteen. So she took it and we headed to other racks what appeared to be skirts. I was about to start complaining but then remembered what Dad had asked me. Leila took one from the rack, a denim one, and put it in front of me and then led me to the changing rooms. She gave me both garments and ushered me into changing room. "You change into those and I'll be right back." I changed and I felt a little better in pullover and skirt but black pantyhose was really out of the place. Leila was back instantly and handed me a pack what was 'Ribbed tights' and the color was violet. "Wouldn't I be too much violet?" I asked. "It's actually lavender," Leila replied, "and your sneakers are purple amethyst. They are shades of violet. So you are partially right. Then Violet itself is a secondary color matching well with shades of purple, red and blue." I changed into tights and they actually were the same pantyhose just much thicker. "Look at yourself," Leila exclaimed, "what a cute one. Let's go to your Dad." Dad was waiting outside and he was looking at some accessories. "Wow! You look really good. And I mean it!" Dad said. I twirled in front of him. He nodded his head approvingly and then looked at his watch again. "We still have eight minutes left... I guess we need a purse to complete the outfit," he said and turned to Leila. ~~ Visit the Doctor wasn't funny. A lot of blood was taken. The Doc arranged me an appointment to another Doc - psycho-something - a shrimp. Then she said girl or boy but breasts need a bra or they will become saggy. Ewww... "Plain or something fancy?" Dad asked. "Plain," I replied. We were back in the same store again and Leila came to us. "This time we need a bra," Dad stated, "I guess few to have for change." "Do you know your size?" Dad turned to me. I shook my head 'no'. "And we need to get measured first." Leila looked at me then at Dad then again at me and said: "Follow me." We followed her to the changing room and she led me into one of the cubicles. "Wait here," she said to Dad. "I'm the Fa..." "GET OUT!" Leila raised her voice. "OK, OK..." Dad said and turned to look at some accessories as he did before. "Men..." Leila sighed. "Take your pullover and underwear off." I took pullover off. "You have no underwear? Oh... Woolen pullover over bare skin isn't good. Well... Stand straight and relax." She measured my chest with tape several times. Why several times? Wasn't she experienced as Dad thought at first? "Your bra size is 28A," she said. "Do you have maybe some style you want the most?" "Uh-huh... not-wired padded push-up?" Actually, I did know the only style the one Randy said to me during yoga camp. "Oh... Padded push-up? Are you sure? Was it that style you were wearing to get those tan-lines?" "That was sports bra," I replied. "Sports bra at your age?" "I'm a cheerleader." "Well, wait for me here I'll be right back." And she left and I was left staring at my so-called breasts in the mirror. Leila was back shortly with a few white and creamy bras with enormous cups. "So big?" I gasped. "They are not," she replied, "they are padded push-up as you said and they are seamless what makes them almost invisible under your clothes." Leila helped me to put one of them on. She let me struggle with the claps on my back. It was actually simple after I got how my hands have to be bent. The bra felt neither good nor bad. It was here on my chest. I felt it but it didn't pinch or chafe so probably it was OK. "Have I take it off?" I asked. "No, no. Since now you'll take it off only for showering or for bed. So if this one is good I have there more in the same size and style and I'll select in some plain colors like white, nude and peach. Do you want some matching panties to them?" "Why? No! I have enough panties." I forced myself to say 'panties' instead of 'whitey tighties' and was about to put the pullover on. "Wait! Put cami first on." Leila handed me a vest but material was softer and it had cups. It was good to have something under a pullover. "Usually Moms come to buy the first bras for their daughters," Leila said when she was ringing my purchases. This time it was the Father with his son, I thought to myself staring at the girl with tits in the mirror at the side of the cash register. ~~ It wasn't late but it was too late for Dad to make the meal at home so we decided to grab pizza and salad in the mall. "Do you fancy some more shopping?" Dad asked after we placed pizzas on the back seat in his car. "We still have a little more than an hour till your Mom will be home," he said. "Huh? Do I need?" It was so out of the blue. "As you are now officially a girl and all girls adore shopping..." "DAAAD!" There was that teasing again. "I'm NOT. That was coincidence..." "Do you know you pout like a girl?" "Yes, I do. Randy said it," I replied with hands on hips. "So we go home then?" "If we have still some time I'd like to go to the shelter to look at those kittens," I asked. "What shelter?" "ASPCA I guess." "There're two in the town. Was there a swan painted on the side of the car?" "Oh no, definitely no swan. There was a lot of something written like phone numbers or something," I replied. "If there was no swan then it should be a shelter on North shore drive. Let's go then." ~~ I'd expected the shelter to be like a farm with all special buildings for animals and birds but apparently, it was exclusively cats shelter and it was like a house. Maybe it was a little bigger than a normal house but house anyway. "Oh, today's heroine!" exclaimed the man behind the counter, with the name tag 'Paul', the same who was at school. "Andy, right? I got your name at school and as I placed the pictures and videos on Facebook I wanted to tag you on them but I couldn't find you there." "I don't have Facebook," I said. "If you have an email we can create you an account now," the man offered. I glanced at Dad and he shrugged and then nodded 'yes'. "Why not," he said. "Stand here by the wall and I'll take your picture," Paul directed me to the wall and took a picture with his phone. Then he did something on his PC and at last handed me a piece of paper. "Your login info," he said. "Thank you. May we see the kittens?" I asked and folded the paper and put it into my purse. "Sure. Follow me." He led us through a corridor with cages stacked along one wall. There were two cats in every cage but they weren't cramped because every cage was four feet long and three feet high. They weren't at home and almost all cats looked sad. The corridor ended with a wide door with 'Quarantine' sign on it. Paul opened the door and let us first. There was a big room with another four cages but only one was occupied with kittens from the school stadium. Paul opened the cage and handed me one and then another. Other two were given for Dad. Kittens were very frisky and they moved all the time. I could barely keep two of them in my hands. When in the stadium they probably were cold hungry and frightened so I could extract them from under the bleachers two at the time without any problem. I put my two back into the cage and turned to see how Dad was doing. Paul had noticed something was wrong before me so he had taken kittens from Dad already. Dad's face was dark red and his eyes were tearing and nose was running. Even his neck seemed a little puffy. "Allergy?" Paul asked and Dad nodded. "I have pills in the car," he whispered and left the room hastily. Paul closed kittens back in the cage and then led me to the exit. "I'm sorry for your Father," he said, "I half expected you would take one of them home but with your Dad's allergy it would be senseless." We said our goodbyes and I hurried to the car. Dad was sitting behind the wheel as if nothing happened. "It's usually the same," he said, "if I leave without delay and take my medicine it goes as fast as it comes." "The man, Paul, wanted to give us one kitten but with your allergy..." "We can probably, but first we need to ask Mom and Rami too," Dad said. "And your allergy?" "The allergy is actually not to fur but to fur mite's feces. When there're no mites there is no reason for allergy." ~~ At home, we were the first here and I headed to my room to change. "Andy, wait!" Dad asked. "Don't change. Please!" "But Dad, Mom, and Rami will laugh at me," I whined. "You'll see, they will not," Dad promised. I stayed with Dad in the kitchen to prepare the salad and pizza. Mom was the first to come home. She rushed into the kitchen and hugged me tightly. Then she held me at arm's length and just stared at me. "I'm so sorry I couldn't be with you at your first outing," she said. Rami came home shortly. Dad was right! Rami didn't tease me. Then we had our meal and we were talking as we usually did. The talk wasn't about me but one or another way it was related to me. Dad's allergy and we were talking about kittens and me. Later was Dad's expulsion from changing room and other moments of the day. "Explore your other side," Mom said, "others don't have such opportunity." It was so naturally with me in the skirt and with my padded and pushed- up tits sticking. They looked bigger than it was comfortable for me but then again it was probably just for me. Other seemed didn't notice my tits at all. Or that I was a girl. ~~ Next morning I had to put my bra on, that was unquestionable. And there appeared that it was enhancing whatever was underneath. That actually was a problem. I guess I'd mentioned and anyway I'll say it again. I didn't have a growth spurt like most boys and my yearly growth was so insignificant I didn't need to buy new clothes. I had to buy when they were torn but I was very careful on the other hand and now I had a bunch of clothes from my sixth grade. The insignificant growth wasn't a zero, I was growing a little anyway. What earlier was oversized now fit well. Why I'm talking so much about clothes? I had no oversized ones anymore and anything I had was showing those stupid breasts. The only thing I had was Rami's hand me down hoodie that was bulky enough to hide my tits. It was like some kind of fun for everyone in my family but me. I had to live with me being mistaken for a girl and wait in anticipation for puberty to come. Boys tended to develop into hairy bulk creatures. Six months ago Al and I both were five feet in a hat and now he was not like me anymore. Another example was Rami - when we both were in junior high we were very alike though his hair was darker. Now he's almost ten inches above me and weighted almost twice as I. The same will happen to me if not tomorrow then in few months certainly. Yesterday was significant for me but for the rest of the student body, it was a day like any other. I was pariah yesterday and I still was one today. To be invisible was much better than to be ignored. ~~ There were still a few minutes left till the first period and I was waiting outside because the weather was good not like it was yesterday. I was facing stadium and bleachers and today there was a big puddle where kittens were hiding before. "Hey, Andy!" I heard Lucille approaching me. "That's a school spirit you've showed yesterday." I turned around and there were girls from my stunt and Chris with Sean. "Facebook is buzzing about you and those four kittens," Cathy said. "We all think it's time for you to be back in the squad," Chris stated. "The coach is eager to see you with us again too." "Are you really ok with me here?" I stammered. "Look... How to say it?" Chris mumbled. "Maybe you were wrong once. But you are the best girl cheerleader anyway," Sean said. "But... but I am..." "Welcome home," Lucille said and they group hugged me. "By the way, black is definitely NOT your color," Sheila stated.