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The Bet I'm down by three points and it's getting tougher and tough to shoot. He's all over me and I'm wearing out. I should never have made this bet with him. He is fast. I can't catch him fairly. I try to get in his way but get bowled over every time. I thought my endurance was high, but he's tapping into reserves that I haven't tapped in years and he's not even looking winded. I can barely stand yet he's barely breaking a sweat. Sometimes I envy him, but tonight I hate his guts. The stakes are high. Loser wears a short skirt, low cut blouse, and stiletto heels. I hate wearing those, I have to win this but the odds are bleak. Time is running out. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I have to fight him to the hole and get my shots off fast and furious. He's ready for me. He counters every move I make and steals the ball from me, putting it in the basket to score again and again. He's unstoppable, I can't counter him. Time runs out. He scores the game winning basket and grins widely at me. I lost, I have to spend this weekend dressed like a $2 hooker while he lords it over me. I sigh and give in. I tried my hardest but he beat me soundly. He knew just what game to play to make me not only lose but lose in a humiliating fashion. He comes up to me as I am in tears. He hands me the outfit and I start undressing. I look away in shame as the image of my knobby legs and thick thighs make it look like I'm barely wearing anything. I turn around and he is grinning widely. He knows how much I hate how I look yet he ignores my feelings and reminds me that I agreed to the bet. I cry as I look like a beast, but he doesn't bat an eye at the lack of cleavage nor the bulge in the skirt from my penis. We go back to our apartment and I start cleaning, with him happily sitting down with a smirk on his face. It's humiliating to me. He doesn't seem to get it but he has at least not said anything further. After I finish dinner he finally talks with me. I sit down as he tells me, "You look fine." I counter, "You know damn well I can never look good wearing any kind of short skirt or low cut blouse. I look like a man!" He smiles and tells me affectionately, "You are a woman. You are my wife. You can never look terrible no matter what you are wearing." He grins and rubs in the last part, "Besides, it's your own fault. You really shouldn't have taunted that you were better than me in everything. You know I was all-conference in high school and college, you just had to gloat about being better at wearing high heels and dresses. I told you before my sisters are masters at torture and made me play a game in their heels before. I beat you fair and square." We kissed goodnight and hugged tightly. My husband knew just how to get me to swoon while he took his wins with pride. He loved me despite my birth defects and endured my arrogance at times when he got in touch with his softer side. It was my own fault this time. I poked the bear and got swiped badly. The Wrong Gift My family is big on giving gifts to one another. Somehow, we just know what to get the others without having to ask one another what we want. Most of the time, it's alright...but not this year. This year, they were at wit's end trying to find the perfect gifts. My parents knew most of the stuff that I wanted, but the special gift that they always got me eluded them. This is where the trouble began. They searched through my room and found a set of books that I had gotten for my girlfriend as she's a huge fan of the series and even knows the author in person. She is one of the few people trusted enough to bounce ideas off of and get a whole book out of one joke. He's not known to many, but we found out who he really was by accident. He was writing during class and his computer suffered a power failure. He saved his work to, "The cloud" but his computer needed to be completely replaced. His hard drive was fine, so I could just install it and get it working in a matter of minutes. That's when I saw what he had on there, and it blew my mind. My girlfriend nearly fainted at the sight of the author of "Thumping ??, Broken ??, ??United" being our classmate and frequent study partner! He couldn't deny it so he begged us to not tell anyone. I wasn't about to do that, it's embarrassing! My girlfriend saw it as her duty as a friend and fan to keep things alive, thus she helped him out immensely. "Thumping ??, Broken ??, ??United" is the soppiest, most teeth rotting tween and teen saga on the market and anyone who read it in our school was ridiculed relentlessly. So you can imaging that my having the books in my bedroom would be a huge problem. Boys didn't read them, so when my parents showed me the books I had to think quickly and lie about why I had them. I couldn't get away from their inquisition, but they accepted my excuse. It only went on to hurt me. On Christmas Day I opened my special presents and was given a boxed and signed "Thumping ??, Broken ??, ??United" collection! My sister was laughing her tail off. My older brother was swearing at me for reading that garbage. My younger brother caught all of us off guard and asked what the big deal was, he loved reading the books. If it wasn't for him I think I would have ran away in shame. My little brother, bless his heart, was just as upset as me at receiving his presents- he didn't get the lingerie and new dress that he really wanted, he had tried hard to get my parents to take the hint that he wanted them especially as he rummaged through my hidden stash of bras and panties to get them to see that he liked to dress as a girl... How he knew about my own hidden stash of clothes is another story... Failed. A new life wasn't for you. You spent a year trying to be what you aren't. You tried to change who you are to please others but that failed. You tried to be nice and what you said always comes out wrong. You spent hours trying to perfect a labor of love, hoping that it would be appreciated. It wasn't. Why? What was it all for? For nothing. You failed. You lived up to your namesake. You proved to everyone that you were just some dumb idiot that couldn't do anything right. Try as you might, you can't create a masterpiece. You can't capture the attention of hundreds while leaving them waiting on baited breath for the next part . You tried, you spent hundreds of hours trying. But it was futile. You just aren't good enough. You are the social outcast. The person nobody wants to deal with. You are friendless. The few who try take pity on you and offer token gestures. Those who are wise steer clear of you, you just aren't worth the effort. You first came here hoping to be a new person. You never change. Things never change. People are people and you always find a way of offending, upsetting, angering people. Your work seemed to do OK, but you know better. It's just run of the mill crap, stuff you find anywhere. Your heart and soul just aren't good enough to win over the locals. You try everything you can but you just can't do better. You can't change minds or get noticed. So you finally give up. It's not worth it anymore. You tried. You worked your best but you are you and you will always fail. It doesn't matter how much effort you put into what you do, you always fail. Always. Friendship...Loneliness I screwed up again. It's the story of my life. I expect the worst and I get the worst. Just when I think I might be doing well I end up falling into the same void and seeing the worst in everyone. Let me back up. I was always a loner, even from birth. I was the unwanted 3rd of four children. I was always sick, always getting hurt, always too weak or frail to do much of what everyone else was doing. I was always the one who caused others fail because I was never as good as I should have been and in time it caused everyone to get angry or upset at me. It hurt. Every effort to make friends invariably ended once people saw me trying to get to know someone. The rumors about me were the worst, then came the sly remarks about how it would look to others to be seen around me. As if by magic the warmth and friendship evaporated. I was ignored, told to just, "Go away", or beaten. After this happened for the 20t time, or more accurately when I reached 2nd grade, I gave up. I stayed away from everyone. Better to just leave well enough alone than to be hurt again. Friendship was overrated, I was used to being alone. Being alone was easier than dealing with disappointment after disappointment. New kids would come and I'd shy away from them. Some tried to befriend me, but once they were told about my failures they shied away and never bothered to deal with me again. There were some pity attempts at getting me to join in but going against the herd was instantly dealt with and the attempts to get me to join in resulted in my would-be friends choosing their own social lives over me. By 4th grade, I was the outcast, relegated to hushed whispers and odd looks. By 5th grade, I was shunted to a new school because I was the easiest to get rid of among the students. I didn't bother trying to make friends in my new school, it was going to be the same thing over and over again. I was the perennial weirdo and the one that was the target for all to advance up the social ranks with a simple beating or screaming match with me. I didn't bother fighting it, I gave everyone what they wanted. The teachers let it happen, they knew I wasn't going to hurt anyone and those who went after me were simply setting themselves up for their own inevitable letdown once the popularity wore off. I would just let it happen and move on, the show was what kept others from getting hurt and it was all I was good for in the eyes of the kids. I stayed the course, I never made trouble and I did all my work so I wasn't of any interest to anyone. What mattered most was that I was the one that set the bar for how things needed to be done with others trying to overtake me making the class work harder. If I did well others had to do better or they would get ridiculed thus making our classes better for all despite the underlying level of humiliation for everyone. Things changed in 6th grade. Hormones were on high and the boys naturally went against me for different reasons. The girls saw me as, "Safe" as I didn't see them as anything except classmates and never leered at them. It wasn't my fault, I was a late bloomer and simply had no interest in sex yet. Over the course of the year more and more girls would come to me for help leading to a reputation that I was gay. I didn't fight the rumors, they weren't worth my time. The girls brushed them off. Since I never talked about boys and never strayed from schoolwork they saw me as just another person and worse, as one of the girls. It got so bad that they were the only ones to interact with me. The girls talked with me, shared secrets with me, sought my advice. By the middle of the year, I was the one all the girls sought out and actually solved a lot of internal strife simply by being their voice of reason. To the boys, I was trouble. I was beaten up multiple times leading to several getting suspended. When one tried to hurt me outside school it led to criminal charges against him. His parents tried to cry foul but shut up when they were threatened with more serious charges if they pressed that my potentially being gay was the reason. I hated it but I dealt with it. The girls were better than the boys and matured as people faster. I would rather be considered one of them than be considered just another outcast freak. At least being, "One of them" I was among friends, even if I was kept at arm's length by parents in their homes. Six grade ended up sucking. Things never got better. I was so isolated that I was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder and a variety of other problems. The real diagnosis was "problem student" which meant assigning me to special ed classes instead of "normal" classes. I learned quickly that I was just a dollar sign to the principal, all of us "problem students" were. Social anxiety meant I was unable to cope with situations or people. I understood everything taught and actually was the brightest student but I just had issues dealing with other kids and I was always the one to be blamed with the others took issue with me. I couldn't complain, I couldn't ask to get put in a normal class, I couldn't explain to my situation to anyone. My parents were no help. I was just the loser child that fought with everyone. They gave up on trying to understand me and were just biding their time until it was time to kick me out of the nest. I endured. I went through three years of isolation. I had nobody to talk to, nobody to confide in, nobody to help me when I needed help. I was always that person for others, but I never had that person myself. Vacations were spent inside doing as little as possible. My only companions were books and the trust TV. I cooked for myself and tried my hardest to not make a mess and went out so infrequently that it was believed that I was lost when I walked down the same block I had lived on since I was born. Classes were normally spent trying to stave off boredom. I wrote what I needed to write then endured the laughter of having terrible penmanship due to losing the ability to write like a normal person early and being ignored for years in favor of "normal" kids as I was seen as too dumb to bother with. This always led to the argument over my being allowed to type which led to my being kicked out until the "regular" students were done so I could type my work and get credit for what I wanted to say. I was always the one removed for being a distraction. I got to know the number of spots on the tile floors and number of cracks in the floor. I couldn't count the number of times I wanted to just get up and walk home, not giving a damn about what would happen to me as I knew nobody would care. The only use I had to the school was that I saved dozens of students from flunking out. I kept too many students to count from failing. If I was in a "normal" class I would have been given awards and prizes but being the loner stuck in the outcast classes I was ignored and whatever I did went unnoticed. It's tough being the one blamed for everything but I had my uses to the others. When it started to get time that hormones took over the students I was the one who was there to serve as the buffer between the girls and the boys. I didn't mind doing it for them, they were the closest to being decent to me and with them I was at least able to endure my time in the school with less issues. I was a magnet for the boys who wanted to impress the girls the wrong way. They appreciated that I would endure the abuse to show just how nasty the boys were. It didn't matter how good looking the boys were, if they were acting that way to me then they would not hesitate to act the same way to them. The girls in my class may have been the only ones to end up without dates in 6th and 7th grade. They were also the same girls who didn't end up pregnant nor come to school with bruises clearly from being roughed by boys on "dates" that were really just grope sessions for the bigger, stronger boys. It sucked but eventually they appreciated that they dodged a lot of bullets while I just stayed the course and didn't complain about what happened to myself. Outside of school was no different that inside. When my parents were focused on me I simply had nothing to say. When they actually talked with me they weren't interested in talking, they simply wanted to know what I was telling others just in case someone came sniffing around to check on the weirdo loner. I endured. I got used to isolation. If not for the final connecting of all computers to the internet I might never have survived the next four years. The information age came in with a bang and what I was forced to endure for my own sake turned into a valuable commodity as I was the go-to person for help as I could get things done fast and with clarity that nobody could get thanks to simply being able to type out words just as fast as they were thought up. But as usual that came with a price. Being a computer person meant being all alone socially. Being all alone socially put another target on my back yet again. This time I couldn't escape, this time I was thrown to the wolves. I finally got my wish, I was going to be treated normally as my silent pleas were finally listened to and I was able to get be ?normal? again. As so many before me and since, I tried to get around loneliness by playing sports. I was terrible but in my enthusiasm to try to fit in I inspired others to stop slacking and play harder. They hated it but in truth they saw me trying hard and couldn?t counter the effort without being exposed as being lazy. The benefit of joining the team was months of things to do and single- handedly keeping several teammates from failing, earning me respect and thanks of the team. They, in turn, went out of their way to keep people from going after me to prove their manhood. I may not have made friends but I was allowed to be myself without fear of being bullied by folks looking for easy fun. The ladies kept me at a distance but only because I was so busy. A few were ecstatic that I was helping their boyfriends and would come to me for help themselves knowing I was ?safe? due to the unwritten law among teams: don?t date teammates? girlfriends.? The guys heard how I was with them and I was the only guy who never made a move on them and the only one to treat them like people not sex objects, something that they greatly appreciated and made their boyfriends think inwardly about how they should treat the ladies. Those without boyfriends were not interested in me sexually and were kind enough to leave me alone in class while being nice enough to work with me whenever it was needed. We made small-talk and more than a few mistook me for a girl and pointed out which members of the class were lesbians in case I was interested. I politely declined with a blush which often led to them saying they?d put in a good word if I wanted it. I may have been big and had gynecomastia but I wasn?t a girl inside. I actually never thought about being a girl, I was just me. I didn?t have a problem with being mistaken for a girl, I just didn?t care what people thought as people simply didn?t pay me any heed. I simply didn?t give them anything to use against me as if they were to make fun of me they?d be the ones in trouble for going after a transgender student or a gay student rather than the fat student. Over time I was a stellar student who was sought after by classmates for help. I had no reputation, I was simply a ghost until someone needed something. Those who knew me simply told others that I was around and would help without charging a penny, I didn?t want money nor would I accept it. If I failed to help them pass I would be in trouble and have to pay them back, if they passed and paid up I would have to give the money back for running a business in school so it was lose- lose no matter what. Sophomore year I ended up being asked to help out the school as part of a multiple-class promotion. Guys from each year dressed up as girls and joined in a lip sync promotion for the school?s newly annual lipsync contest. I was the girliest of the guys in my year and didn?t bat an eye at being asked, I simply didn?t care what others thought and the few who nominated me knew I would do it because I was asked. The juniors and seniors sent someone who was too masculine to even get a second look as being anything but a guy but the freshmen sent a boy who was fully dressed and who styled his own hair and put us in makeup. He was the closest to us at being a girl. I may have had breasts and thighs and sadly a butt but he padded himself out in all places to make himself truly into a girl. The two others were reluctant to do as us so they were put into the role of being support rather than stars giving us the starring role. After our promo was shot and edited we saw just how good we looked on camera. I was a natural as the reluctant friend while he shined bright. Our counterparts were all but cut out as they simply didn?t move and only joined us for split seconds, enough to show they were there and dressed up but almost easily missed. We talked outside the studio, with him being reluctant to talk to me but knowing my reputation as a nice guy and someone to vent to he told me that he loved being given the chance to dress up. I saw the sadness in his eyes and told him warmly ?one day you will get out of here and will be who you need to be. This place may be keen to show how forward it is with academics but it is still years behind in gender and sexual equality.? He smiled at hearing that. I sighed and admitted, ?You see and hear a lot when people ignore you. You are already thought of as a girl, if you really are people most won?t really care about it because they won?t want to get expelled for breaking the law or school rules. The ones to fear are the assholes who would go against you no matter what. They don?t care, they are never going to graduate and if they do they will just end up selling drugs on a street corner.? We were a hit with many classmates thinking we had finally come out. I just shrugged and told the truth, I did it so someone else didn?t have to. If it puts butts in the seats then it worked the way it was supposed to. If it didn?t then it was no big deal and would be forgotten by all in short order. We talked a few more times since that day and he was starting to see many people getting used to him being a girl. I saw him smiling at that, giving me the impression that there was more to his act that day than it appeared. It was his life, I didn?t want to say anything about it. Time continued to pass. People ignored me but I continued to help others out and actually was on good terms with most of my classmates. There were always a few jerks but those were jerks to others and were always the thugs who would be destined for jail and prison. Junior year I reverted back to being a loner thanks to being put in the worst classes and not having the ability to ask for help when I needed it. I needed someone to tell me to do what I needed to do but it was too late to help me that year and I barely passed two of my most important classes. I was ashamed of myself in almost failing two classes I normally did well in- history and English. My writing was sound, I simply didn?t do the extra work that went on before writing my papers. Senior year was simply me trying to be who I wasn?t. I thought I was destined for college, instead I was destined for hourly wages. I didn?t have the funds to go to college and when my grants ran out I was on my own. I knew this and simply didn?t bother, what?s the point? I was lucky though. This year the boy I befriended sophomore year finally stopped acting like a boy and came out as being a girl. She went through hell but she did so with a smile on her face and was giving me confidence that I should just shove off my own idiocy and try for college. I was accepted and got a full grant so I was going to school for free, she had made it possible with her kind words. For the previous three years I had eaten alone and fast during lunch. By senior year I got stuck with other loners at the loner table with an open invitation to join them. They were good to me and I helped them out in their classes while they helped me with some of the issues I had in my own. My newly out female friend sat among us. She and I talked daily and I was proud of how she had stopped acting like she wasn?t and started to look more and more like one of the other girls in school. She asked what was up so I happily told her that she was one of the best looking girls in school and those other girls were jealous of her, getting a smile and blush from her with a subtle, ?If I liked guys you?d be the one for me? from her. She opened up my eyes to life after that. I listened to her tell me about her life outside of school and what she had to endure for years. I felt horrible, I was pitying myself but she was forced to hide her true face and who she was from the world. She asked about me which I had to blush at and explain that I wasn?t like her, people just thought I was. I could empathize but I wasn?t like her. I was just a pitiful person, misery was my constant companion but I wasn?t a woman inside like her. She understood, she was just glad that someone in the school was able to understand and more importantly not try to use her as so many tried to do. I sought out information to further understand her life and what she went through. I spent hours reading into the lives of others, making notes of how they were so alike yet each different. She was a classic ?right in front of your face? girl that simply needed a push in the right direction from hormones to get her life as a woman started. Others weren?t as lucky and I really felt for them. She didn?t have to endure the fear of death threats or shame from the entire school, she simply got ignored and talked about behind her back but it was no different than they did to others who weren?t liked. Her family didn?t understand but they didn?t abuse her, she had help and her family knew to just bide their time until she left for college before severing all ties to her. I found a whole new world online. I had never thought about transgender people before but I was fascinated by them. I found the downside as well as the seedy side of transgender life and had to work out what was fantasy, what was economic, and what was real life. It was hard but as time went on I found just what was what. I found a website that contained countless stories centered around different kinds of transgender people. I took a liking to one about a group of ladies who suffered a horrific accident and prospered to the point of creating real-life centaurs. It took e a while but I started to appreciate the magical water park run by a kindly grandmother. Then I discovered the odd yet fascinating world of a wizard who gives you exactly what you deserve with your purchases from his ever hiding magic shop. I wasn?t much of a student and despite having some intellect I didn?t do well enough to get past a 2-year degree. I spent much of my time being an uncle and helping my family. I hated it but I was a glorified babysitter and was too disabled to work with ?normal? people. So I dived into the online world and started to see that people would do anything to earn a dollar. This was significant. This was my omen. I could do better. So I started to write. I wrote then rewrote then wrote again until I had a trilogy. This led to me posting it on a site I discovered by accident. This led to people giving suggestions and help. This led to a place to enjoy the time and see that I wasn?t alone. I may not be transgender but I wasn?t alone. I may not have friends but I wasn?t alone in the world. So that?s life. Struggle You have been fighting the urge for years. You have tried in the past and failed but you never stopped wanting to do it. It?s become too much of a burden on you to hold off anymore. It?s finally time to take the plunge. What if they don?t like it? You shouldn?t care about that, it?s your choice and you live with it not them. What about bad comments and suggestions? You should just ignore them, it?s your choice and nobody can change your mind. You are used to being taunted and insulted, you lived through it for years so it?s nothing new to you. What about my being a novice? You may be a novice but so were they. Either they can support you by seeing where they started off from or they can be snobs and cause another to go away. Either way, it?s all you and you shouldn?t hide anymore. What if I fail badly? Then you failed trying. You won?t know until you try. Give it a go and see how it goes but the most important thing is to try. What if I don?t know what to say? The words will come to you. Just try. Find your voice. Why is it so hard? Nothing is ever easy. If it was everyone would do it. But you have to try. Be your own person. Alright let?s do this. Let?s take the plunge. Let?s try to be the best I can be. Through School Compared with some people he was lucky. He was the third of four children in a poor city just outside of Boston. His parents didn?t beat him. They disciplined him and on extremely rare occasions they spanked him, but never beat him. He at times felt like they were a bit harsh in their punishments but being influenced by TV and media he quietly accepted that they were only trying their best for his sake. All but one of his relatives was decent towards him. The one who wasn?t was the black sheep, the prodigal son, the one that did the least yet expected the most. The two brothers constantly fought and the younger ended up on top no matter what happened. The elder struggled to speak clearly and articulate what he meant and almost always this struggle was used by the younger to manipulate situations to his advantage, much to the detriment of the elder brother. The family was poor so they lived in a low income neighborhood. Their neighbors were constantly moving in and out so he was never able to form lasting friendships. This meant that he was always home, always around his elder sisters, always doing chores for the family. His brother never lifted a finger but benefited from his brother?s hard work. The two would fight over the younger?s laziness but it always led to nothing but punishment for the elder son. Over time the elder son closed himself off from the world. He struggled socially in school and eventually stopped trying. He was constantly ahead of other students but he kept to himself and would just not talk for long periods of time. The other students would tease him about his speech impediments, his weight, his towering height, even his inability to speak other languages like them. Eventually the school had enough of his being a distraction and shifted him to special education. This was their way of dumping problem students rather than trying to help them find the root of their problems. The city was in the midst of receivership, they couldn?t justify spending money on support when it was easier to dump a student in special education and claim a larger portion of that budget. He was miserable in his segregation. He was glad to be away from his siblings for much of the day but still had to endure the embarrassment of being a ?sped kid?. The classes were slow, the work below his level, and the students put in rooms that were never meant to be classrooms. His classmates were there for their own reasons. He often clashed with some of the behavioral issue kids while doing his best to help the learning disability kids. He still remained alone, never making friends and those he did make were quick to dump him after meeting ?norms?. Things changed in his third year. His younger brother was assigned to the same school for the same reasons. He was a genuine problem student, often acting out and refusing to do his schoolwork. He was a stark contrast to his older brother, which led to unwanted comparisons and frequent torment in school and at home. Things got worse. Due to tight budgets their classes had to share the same gym, art, and music periods. This meant the two had to be in the same room at the same time. They never clashed but before and after the class period the stark differences between the two were apparent. It was during this shared time period that the elder started to act odd. There was one member of the younger?s class that was constantly bullied by his classmates and after being put together he endured it from the elder?s classmates. The only one who didn?t say or do something to humiliate the student was the elder brother. This didn?t go unnoticed. After a week he was confronted about it. The elder was blunt, saying, ?He has long hair? Big deal. He acts girly? Big deal. He talks funny? Big deal. You are all in sped because you are different from 'normal.' Why should I act like a jerk to someone who hasn?t done anything to me? Because he is different? Sorry but my parents didn?t raise me to act that way.? That statement hit the class hard. The younger brother was quick to joke about his elder brother getting laughs but also earning the ire of their teachers. The elder didn?t respond to his brother?s actions, letting him know he was the better person. Before school the next day the elder was adamant about what he said. He wasn?t going to say or do anything to tease the smaller boy. He understood him, the two were their class outcasts and outcasts stick up for one another. The elder sought out the younger boy and was adamant that if he had any problems to see him. He could handle his brother and anyone else who dared to try to harm the smaller boy. The boy just nodded his head, he didn?t believe anyone would do that for him and he feared the elder boy. His reputation of fighting people was known around the school and he was sure that if he didn?t agree he would be his next victim so he agreed with whatever the elder boy said. As the school year wore on the elder boy did achieve friendships with other students but these were quickly taken over by the younger brother. All of his secrets were revealed to anyone who wanted to know. There were dares that involved dressing in their sisters? clothes, wearing their mother?s shoes, even trying on bras was revealed. The real secret was that both of them did all of those things after losing bets with their sisters but the younger brother used it to get his way and remove the elder brother?s friendships. The elder brother simply did the only thing he could do, he did nothing. When they stopped hanging out with the elder brother in favor of the younger brother the parents of the kids saw the younger brother for what he was and banned their kids from hanging out with him. They were good kids but they always got into trouble with the younger brother, the elder was the one that kept them in line and ensured they didn?t do anything against the law or damaging to their apartments. The bullied student was a frequent target for the younger brother. The elder brother had to step in multiple times to get him to back off the boy and even threaten him publicly if he didn?t stop. The younger tried to get the elder suspended but ended up being suspended himself instead. The boy started to see the elder brother as a protector and the two would often meet before school so the boy wasn?t alone with other students. Anyone who tried to say or do something immediately backed off seeing the larger boy talking with him. The two would often help each other with their homework with the two ending up improving their grades. This improvement went unnoticed by their teachers but their classmates knew that it was due to the mutual bond the two shared. It wasn?t friendship, but it was more than just acquaintances. Teasing still occurred in class as the students didn?t care about the consequences especially since the specialty teachers didn?t really give a damn and only wanted to get their period over with. The elder brother was the one who got them on track and stopped the teasing. Once he had spoken nobody would dare say another word lest he lose his temper which often led to him verbally tearing apart the heckler to the amusement of their classmates and with little punishment for the elder boy. The bond wouldn?t last. Once the elder brother reached 8th grade and was on a different schedule than the 7th graders he could no longer protect the boy during school hours. The two were often together before school as they awaited the start of their school day. The elder boy would again help the younger with his schoolwork only this time he was doing with little return, it was more to stave off boredom than any benefit to him but the smaller boy enjoyed it and thrived in his schoolwork because of it. The year was a total wash as there was little activities for them to do and with the building of a new school directly in front of the old school there was little room outside for students. This led to the elder brother holding court over the school?s outcasts as they talked about anything and everything while awaiting the start of the school day when not helping one another with their classwork. The group became so tightknit that they stuck up for one another ending much of the bullying against them with the small boy being the one to benefit the most. The elder brother graduated with honors from the middle school and closed it out with the honor of being the last to receive his diploma. The next year was quiet for him as his brother barely graduated 8th grade and was put in the high school?s sped curriculum while the elder was mainstreamed towards being a ?norm? again. There were moments where the elder reverted to being the antisocial outcast but those were few and far between and triggered by others acting out of line and with the elder playing the role of protector to someone else. The two being apart meant the elder could thrive but once the younger reached the school and started to make himself known. Despite being in regular classes the elder had to endure his brother?s reputation and people constantly asking why the two were so different. He eventually stopped bothering to answer those questions, instead focusing on his schoolwork and earning top grades for the year. The smaller boy started to grow. But in growing he started to become sadder and more morose. He kept to few friends and despite being cordial to one another he didn?t see the elder brother often. The elder kept an invitation to help him out whenever he needed it, he did that for everyone and had earned a reputation of being the go-to person for help in certain subjects. The boy grew larger, taller, and eventually more feminine. The elder brother was impressed by his looks but kept his comments to himself. He helped the boy out as much as possible but eventually the year different caused them to have conflicting schedules so the two were rarely in the same place at the same time. They exchanged hellos and nods in the hallway but the two rarely communicated. By the elder brother?s senior year he had had enough of the school. He had college in mind but his constant loneliness and younger brother?s constant annoyances led to him becoming more isolated. This corresponded to him becoming a recluse, often spending hours in the library online doing research on anything and everything just to pass the time. His constant companion in the library was the younger boy. The two talked a lot and as both had the same math subject, helped one another. The two were inseparable and by midterm were the two that younger students went to for help in their subjects. This closeness didn?t extend beyond the library. The younger boy kept to himself and after midterms started to dress as a woman. It wasn?t a big change, she just added makeup and stopped binding her breasts. She turned heads and caused major concern and ridicule among other students. There were constant comments about her and many simply laughing and joking about her. The one person who never did was the elder brother. He passed her in the hallway and smiled, saying hello. The elder was too busy to stop and talk and the new girl stopped going to the library. They could only exchange simple pleasantries as there was just no time to talk without one or both being late for classes and drawing unwanted attention to one another. That all changed in February as the elder brother started to sit with the other outcasts at their table during lunch. He was welcomed openly, with the new girl talking freely with him. She finally told him what was going on and asked him pointedly, ?Why didn?t you react when you saw me?? The elder boy simply shook his head and freely admitted ?why should I? If that is who you really are then what does it matter to me? You are who you are and only the outside has changed. I am not going to change how I treat you because you grew breasts and wore makeup, you don?t suddenly become like that overnight and you don?t change everything about yourself just because you are matching your outside to your inside.? The others all agreed. The only dissenter was the younger brother, who plopped himself down and tried to make a joke of the situation. This backfired quickly as the outcasts told him sharply, ?Get the hell out of here.? The elder brother loudly told him, ?I don?t care if it costs me my graduation, if you ever insult or say anything bad against her I?ll ensure that the school will be holding a funeral in addition to a graduation.? The younger brother backed off quickly. The elder brother?s words were taken seriously and earned him an in-school suspension for threatening another student. He didn?t care, he meant every word of it and his brother got the message loud and clear. The principal tried to get him to back down from his threat but the elder brother countered by citing the school?s policy regarding discrimination which he added, ?By all means punish me. I know several of the city councilors who will be in attendance at the graduation and my absence will be noted and you will have to explain why I am not there. I don?t have to be there, but if I am not there because of standing up for another student who is being harassed based on her gender change you will be the one facing suspension and likely a permanent one.? By pure luck one of the most prominent city councilors happened to be in the school at the time and watched the encounter between brothers. When he found out about the suspension he had a long talk with the principal. The suspension was lifted the next day and the principal was forced to issue an apology but the damage to the school was done. He would not be returning as principal, he miraculously had a new job elsewhere and the assistant principal was appointed as his replacement. The elder brother became part of the outcasts and did his usual helping of all of the other members. His protection of the new girl led to many other students accepting her for who she really was and allowed her to relax somewhat as the year wound down. Finals for the seniors came around the group fractured. As the seniors focused on their exams, the younger students focused on the last of their work. By the end of May they started to say their goodbyes with the seniors being given gifts form the younger students. The elder brother gave the new girl a gold necklace with the phrase ?be true to yourself?. It was met with raised eyebrows but he simply told the others, ?She deserves something special for making these last few months special for all of us.? The first week of June saw the group permanently fractured. The seniors had finals and ate at a different time than the rest of the group. They still stuck together but it wasn?t the same. After their last day they met up in the library and said their final goodbyes. The elder brother hugged the new girl to which she kissed him on the cheeks telling him through tears, ?Thank you for watching out for me for all those years.? He softly told her ?thank you for making things worthwhile.? That was the last he ever saw of the girl. His brother barely graduated and didn?t bother to attend his graduation ceremony so the elder brother never got to see her graduate. They lived on opposite ends of the city and came from different backgrounds so they never encountered one another again. Hunting For Acceptance The father and daughter spent hours driving from their hometown to their family's hunting cabin. This was their assigned weekend, one that was the prime time for catching the best animals while their relatives slept off their post-Thanksgiving meals at their in-laws. The two weren't keen on staying in when they could snag some of the largest animals, enough to feed them for two months and make great leather goods for a hefty profit online. The two drove in silence, unable to say even the most basic of conversations to pass the time. She was young, barely older than 13 but blossoming into a young woman. He was in his mid-30s, in the prime of his life and enjoying a great job and wife who was pregnant with their second child. The two were at odd though. She was his pride and joy, but she had changed in the past two years. She was not the boy he had sired, she was was becoming his daughter and it was destroying him internally. The young girl was upset that her father couldn't accept that she hadn't changed who she was because she was becoming what she needed to be. She grew her hair, wore makeup and perfume, had to wear a bra to support her new breasts. She looked like a woman now, not her dad's son. Despite all of those things, she was still her dad's little buddy inside. She loved sports and their annual hunt with dad, especially as they talked about where the best spots were for finding big bucks. But the last two years had been strained, he had all but stopped talking and had left without her the year before. This betrayal cut her deep. She wanted to spend the weekend with her father, but he couldn't bring himself to take her with him for fear that his beloved son would harm himself or worse. He didn't want to risk it, he chose to go it alone and bring home his limit despite the humiliation he'd endure. This year, she put her foot down and forced her mother to make her dad take her with him. The two needed to get together and talk, if they were really so different now then they had to have proof and not what was whispered in their ears by others. Mom was smart, he couldn't back down from the challenge. The drive was long and boring but it even more torture for dad. He looked over and couldn't help but see that his daughter wasn't liking that he wasn't acting like the dad she knew. It was tearing him up but he didn't want her to know that he was feeling terrible, his pride mattered most to him. At the cabin, the two got their bags together and checked their gear. She packed her own bag, and seeing that she didn't have her normal .22 rifle he demanded to know why she didn't bring it. It was tough but she finally cried out, "You took it away from me last year! You said you didn't want me to use it to end things! I only have your bow, you never use it because you suck at it!" She went off to her room to cool off while he shook his head. She was right, he took her gun away and never thought to bring it with him. She had the bow he normally used whenever he hunted alone, it was big but it made her menacing and could take down the biggest animals if hit in the right spot. He looked it over and saw a note inside from his wife. Reading it he dropped to the floor in pain. She knew he'd check it and wrote, "She's not going to hurt herself. She loves you too much to hurt you like that. Please give her a chance to show she is still your little buddy." He hid his shame and checked the bow for defects then strung it for her. The draw was strong but it wasn't as strong as he remembered it to be. It was almost effortless, perfect for her small size. He slowly knocked on her door and entered, seeing her crying into her pillow holding a picture of the two of them from two years before. The picture brought tears to his eyes as he saw her smiling face with her new pink and green camouflage jacket and bright orange vest and hat. She had long hair, making her look strikingly like her mother rather than him as he remembered his son to be. She looked up at him in shock and expected the worst. He sat down next to her and hugged her tight, crying into her shoulder as he did so. When he finally stopped, he apologized for being such a jerk towards her, telling her affectionately, "I thought I was losing my only son, but I never had one did I? You are your mother's daughter, I just never saw it." He lifted her up and led her to the living room to sit around the fire while their dinner roasted. He asked her if she wanted to shoot with his spare gun or use the bow. She sighed and reluctantly admitted, "I'm better with the bow. I can't shoot right, no matter how much you teach me I can't hit what I'm aiming at. Last summer I learned at girl scout came to shoot really well and won awards for being the best target shooter in camp. Mom has the award hung up in my room, you never saw it because you always avoid me. I'd rather use what I'm good at, I don't want to hurt you or another person or the wrong animal." He understood fully. She was being smart and safe, exactly as he had taught her years before when they started the annual trip. He sighed and told her firmly, "You stay where I can see you and if you are as good as you claim you may be the only member of the family to reach the limit via just a bow. Your cousins and 2nd cousins are all gloating about their hunting skills yet none of them can shoot an arrow in the white let alone in the bulls eye." The two ate in silence but she was clearly relieved to have gotten those words of encouragement from her father. He, in turn, looked at her bow and saw that she had chose arrows that she had bought for herself. They were brightly colored and had pink fletching, practical and perfect for a young lady. She noticed her father looking over her arrows and cringed, but he offered no commentary. The arrowheads were removed and sharpened, with him not saying anything about the arrows. She, in turn, went about cleaning his gun to ensure that it was ready for use the next day. The two slept well with her father checking in on her and seeing her sleeping with her bright pink pajamas that unintentionally exposed her breast as her top shifted too much. He sighed and covered her with her blanket, getting a soft "Daddy" from her as she slept. He felt sadness in himself, in her sleep she had offered the most basic of responses to him that hit his heart more than she had ever before. Early in the morning, two hours before dawn, the two got dressed and ready to walk out to their selected spot. She was dressed in her pink and green jacket, but it was clearly too small for her. She was going to cry at him saying something but he offered a solemn, "You need new clothes soon." The two walked for two miles to the spot in the valley that they knew deer migrated past. They found great spots for their stands, with her being closer to the deer. The two sat silently for hours until the first buck entered her line of sight, followed by a second larger, more powerful buck. A signal was sounded by dad to which she returned one giving him the clue that she was taking the larger buck. She took aim and let fly her arrow, striking in the lungs and heart dropping it immediately. Dad let loose with his shot, hitting his farther up taking longer for his to fall dead. Both stood over their prey and smiled. She had taken down a prized 16- point buck while her dad had taken a younger 12-point buck. They were big but were able to walk off to their cabin and back, bringing a sled that the two used to drag the deer to the cabin to butcher. The two spent several hours working on the meat while talking. She was trying her best to try to keep focused on the task at hand and not on the fact that she had taken the life of an animal. Her father, though, found it relaxing as he was starting to get to know his daughter for the first time ever. After they cleaned up they got ready to leave. They had done the unexpected, caught their limit the first day. She would be old enough the next year to finally have her own license, one that would allow her to take another deer giving them more time to spend at the cabin together. She broke down her bow and cleaned her arrows, showing her dad that she was capable of doing her own cleaning and didn't need his reminders. He just smiled at that, it was yet another indication that his son may be gone but his daughter had his training. She was just as good as him, and based on what he ate the night before she may be even better than he could have dreamed. Before they drove home the two stopped off at the nearest tagging station to register their kills. Their relatives were listed but none had the kind of luck they had. Her cousins had not hit anything during their weekends and her uncles, dad's cousins, and her 2nd cousins had smaller bucks. He proudly told the game warden that she had shot the big buck with a bow, earning her high praise for the perfect show as well as the nice field dressing. The antlers were approved and when told just how many of her relatives hadn't caught anything the warden laughed, telling them, "They gloated that the sissy would never get her hands dirty and bloody, they were gloating that you were too dainty to even look at a dead animal. Congratulations, good luck next year." The two drove home with a strong sense of pride as there would be angry phone calls over her being allowed to go let alone making them look bad but her dad was happy that she had come along. At home, he told his wife about her hunting skill and how she had made the family look foolish. She knew it was a big issue, one that her husband was feeling great pride over and saw the love in his eyes. After they cleaned up and got the meat frozen then treated the hides the couple smiled at his change of heart. He sighed and confessed to his wife, "I couldn't see her right in front of my eyes. She's our daughter, she is you at the same age. I don't know why I find it so hard to let go of what wasn't there. I am sorry honey, she didn't deserve me rejecting her and neglecting our relationship. He finally cried, with his wife comforting him. Their daughter heard the conversation and hugged him, offering a soft, "I love you, daddy. I may be different but I will always love you. I just want you to love me for me." The two hugged and kissed each other's cheeks. The old wounds had finally healed as father accepted daughter for what she was. He loved her, she loved him, and both were happy now. The family called as expected once the news reached them through the gossip wires. She had taken the largest deer of the season, and done so with what was seen as a dainty weapon, one not worth learning to use. Her uncles were angry that her father dared take her to the cabin but it didn't matter to them- she had gotten closer to her father and they couldn't accept being beaten by a girl. Things were quiet for the next few weeks as the family got used to the new dynamic. Father and daughter were closer than ever with him talking with her more and she trying to help him out in their garage as she used to. It was like things were before her gender change, she hadn't changed who she was only just what she looked like. Christmas morning saw the family exchanging gifts with one another. Dad opened up a picture of the two of them standing at the tagging station with their bucks and the names of their family standing proudly at the bottom of the leaderboard while she was at the top. He nearly cried at seeing that, she knew what he wanted- a keepsake of the best moment in their relationship as father/daughter. She received a gift that made her weep. Her father had bought her her own bow and target set. It was pink, with pink arrows and white fletching. The next present was a larger jacket, also in pink but two sizes larger with him blushing as he admitted, "You need room for your oncoming breast growth." It was perfect for her, she could practice and hone her skills while her dad could enjoy her company next fall as they hunted. He grinned and added, "Pheasant hunting season is on, we could go soon and have a nice dinner next month." She hugged him tightly, it was what she wanted more than anything. Any time with her dad was a Christmas present she'd cherish forever.