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=== Trust Machines: Pioneers ===
part 7 of 15
by Trismegistus Shandy
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This story is set in dkfenger's Trust Machines universe. It's a prequel to
his stories, however, and I've written it to stand alone for readers who
haven't read them.
https://www.deviantart.com/trust-machines/
Thanks to dkfenger, clancy688, MrSimple, Karantela, Icaria, and JAK for
feedback on earlier drafts.
This story is released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-
Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
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We went straight home after lunch and changed clothes; I wore old sweats
and a T-shirt, saving my one girl outfit to wear on a school day, and
lay around finishing _Dragonsong_ and starting _Dragonsinger_ for most
of the day.
Monday morning when I arrived at homeroom, I found Lily and some other
girls listening to Emma or Emily talk about her date the past weekend.
I sat down near them and half-listened while I skimmed over the current
chapter in my biology textbook, but then I caught a name: "-- so Andrew
pulled up in front of my house and said he'd had a great time, and I
thought he was about to kiss me, but he didn't, and so I said --"
Was this girl whose name I couldn't quite remember the "Emilia" that
Andrew had had a date with Saturday? Or had she dated some other Andrew?
There were at least a couple of other Andrews in our grade, and probably
more if you counted juniors and seniors. I thought about asking, but
she didn't pause for breath until the bell rang, so I didn't interrupt.
I was about to ask her then, but she was out of her seat and out of the
door before I had my book back in my bag, and out of sight by the time
I got out the door.
"Sorry we didn't have time to talk," Lily said as she followed me out.
"How are you doing?"
"Pretty okay, considering," I said. "I finally talked Mom into getting
me gym clothes that fit, after I showed her Coach Wilcox's note. And a
week's worth of underwear. But nothing else."
"That's progress, I guess. See you tomorrow."
I needed to use the restroom before I went on to Biology, so I got there
too late to chat with Andrew before class started; I just said hi to
him as I walked in and found my seat. After class, I asked him how his
date went.
"It went pretty well," he said, blushing adorably. "I picked her up
at her house around three, and drove to the theater for the last show
at the matinee price. It was a little awkward finding something to
talk about at first, but after about ten minutes we were chatting like
old friends about all kinds of things... she's pretty easy to talk to.
The movie wasn't as good we'd heard, but it gave us something to talk
about during supper. We ate at that Chinese place near the mall in
Catesville, the Happy Family."
"That's great," I said, hoping my face wasn't showing my distress.
Andrew was always better at making friends easily than me, and that
skill apparently carried over to dating now that he looked so... dateable.
"And she asked me about the machine and how Evan and I used it -- we'd
talked about that some at school last week, but during supper we talked
about it some more. So I said, what about if we go by the library before
I take you home? And we did, but the door on her side wouldn't close.
I don't know why; the same reason it won't close for most kids our age,
I guess."
"Yeah. I hear people speculating it's because the machine can tell
somehow whether you're mature enough to make a decision about transforming
like that?" *Hint, she's not mature enough for you. And I am.*
"Maybe. In homeroom I heard some people talking about how they or
their older brothers or parents or somebody went to use the machine,
and Ethan Becker said the machine wouldn't work for his uncle and his
uncle's girlfriend when they went over there half drunk. But I think
I'd notice if Emilia was drunk or something... Oh, look at the time."
"Yeah, gotta go. See you at lunch!"
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At lunch, I had to endure Andrew telling Evan, Wyatt and Ian about
his date with Emilia again. I won't trouble you with the crude
questions Wyatt asked him about how far they went on the first date.
But eventually, that topic was exhausted, and we started talking about the
people who'd used the Venn machine that weekend. A couple dozen seniors
and juniors and a few sophomores had shown up to school transformed,
and there were all kinds of rumors about weirder things that people had
turned into temporarily for a few hours or a day or two. There was also
talk about people with illnesses or injuries being cured by the machine,
transformed for three years into healthy bodies; there was a junior I
barely knew with muscular dystrophy who'd been spindly as a rail and
dependent on a wheelchair, and was now walking, looking as healthy and
fit (not to mention smoking hot) as Andrew, plus any number of kids'
parents and grandparents who'd gotten young again as word about the
machine spread.
P.E. was, as I expected, much more pleasant when not only my body but my
gym clothes fit me. There was still a little grumbling from a few of the
girls about me changing with them, but less than there had been last week.
Tuesday during homeroom, I heard a rumor about the woman who'd been
turned into a doll that first day -- she'd been in an evidence locker
for over a week, but yesterday her relatives had gotten her back and put
her in the machine to reverse the change. During lunch, Andrew showed
me a Facebook post that Emilia's mom had shared with Andrew's mom --
a photo of Andrew and Emilia just before they went out last Saturday.
Yes, that was Lily's friend, the "Emma or Emily" I sat with in homeroom.
I didn't tell him I sort of knew her; I suspected if I did, he'd want
to know what she was saying about him to her girl friends. And I didn't
plan to tell Emilia that Andrew was my best friend.
Things went pretty routinely for a couple more days. Thursday morning,
I woke up with belly cramps. At first, it was just aggravating, but
as I woke up more and thought more clearly, I was suddenly excited.
I mentioned it to Mom after I showered, and asked, "Do you think I might
be starting my period?"
She pursed her lips and looked skeptical. "I'll believe you're having a
period when I see it," she said. "There are other things that could be
-- most likely a stomach bug. But I guess you'd better wear a pad for
the next couple of days just in case. If it gets worse in the course
of the day, have the school office call me and I'll bring you home."
Despite what she said, I was pretty sure I *was* having my period,
and I was determined to tough it out (unless I started having obvious
stomach bug symptoms like diarrhea). I didn't expect it to be fun,
but it was validating to have my body remind me that I was a real girl,
despite Dad and to some extent Mom still treating me like a boy.
She gave me a pad and explained how to use it, so I put it in my panties
and finished getting dressed. The cramps came and went throughout the
day, and when I used the toilet after Geometry, there were a few spots
of blood on the pad. I started crying. It was too amazing for words.
Until a couple of weeks ago, I'd been resigned to paying through the
nose for a rough approximation of the body I should have had, one
that couldn't have babies and might not even pass a casual inspection.
Now I had everything I'd thought was impossible... except for Mom and
Dad calling me "Meredith" and letting me wear skirts.
*I should have asked Mom for a couple more pads,* I thought. Hopefully I
wouldn't soak that pad completely before I got home.
But when I undressed to get in the shower after gym, I realized I was
really going to need another pad.
"Hey," I said to the girls changing clothes near me, feeling my face
get hot, "does anybody have a pad I could borrow?"
"Sorry, no." -- "I've got some extra tampons." -- "You're on your period?
I didn't know you could..."
"Thanks," I said to Ellen, the girl who'd offered me a tampon.
"Could you, um, tell me how to use it? I've only used a pad, and Mom
didn't really believe me when I said I might be starting my period,
so she only gave me one..."
As embarrassing as it was, that incident pretty much put a stop to
the girls in P.E. grumbling about me changing and showering with them.
A couple of the girls who'd been gossiping about me actually came up to
me and apologized after we'd showered and were getting dressed, or the
next day, though most of them just shut up about how I wasn't a real
girl and pretended they'd never said anything bad about me.
When I got on the bus and sat next to Sophia, she asked me in a low voice,
"So?"
"Yeah," I whispered back, "it was my period. I started bleeding before
lunch and by the time gym was over I needed to borrow a tampon from one
of the other girls."
"Now maybe Mom will believe you're a real girl," she murmured hopefully,
and gave me a hug. "Or at least let you have some Midol."
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When we got home, we found a note saying Mom had gone to the post office
and Dad was out shopping. Twenty minutes later, when I heard the front
door open and close, I got up and walked out of my bedroom, and was glad
to see it was Mom who'd just gotten home rather than Dad.
"Mom, could I talk to you privately for a minute?"
"Sure."
We went in her and Dad's bedroom and she said, "What's up?"
"Those cramps this morning -- it *was* my period starting. By the time
I changed after gym, the pad was pretty bloody and I had to borrow a
tampon from one of the other girls. And I checked it when I got home
and had to borrow another pad from Sophia."
She looked gobsmacked; I think she had assumed that the Venn machine's
transformations were just skin-deep. "You're sure?"
"Do you want to see the tampon I threw away? It should still be on top
of the bathroom trash can."
"...N-no, that's okay... I was just... oh. You're really all girl,
aren't you?"
"Even if I didn't have a period, I'd still be a girl in my head.
But yeah."
"I need to make an appointment for you with Dr. Chaudhari." She glanced
at the clock. "It's not too late... hang on and we'll talk more after
I get off the phone, okay?"
So she called her OB/GYN clinic and made an appointment for me. I sat
on the edge of her bed and listened, shivering with pleasure when she
described me to the receptionist as "my daughter." When she hung up,
she sat down beside me and hugged me.
"Are you still sure this is what you want, Tyler? A boy shouldn't have
to go through this."
"I'm sure," I said. "When I saw the blood on the pad and realized
I could have babies someday, I was so happy... I figured it might be
possible after I saw what the machine could do for Andrew and Evan,
and read about it changing people into animals and stuff, but finding
out for sure was super exciting even though it hurts and it's gross."
"I guess I need to give you the Talk, don't I?"
"Yes, please!"
I'd already picked up a lot of little factoids about menstruation and
feminine hygiene from the stories I'd read where boys got magically
transformed into girls, but I wasn't sure how reliable they were. I was
pretty sure most of the authors were either trans girls like me, or dudes
with a transformation fetish, and had never had a period themselves. So I
listened and asked a couple of questions here and there as Mom gave me
the female version of the Talk that Dad had given me a few years earlier.
It made me feel good, the fact that Mom was treating me as her daughter
now, even if some of the stuff she was talking about was pretty icky.
We were still talking when Dad got home. Mom looked up at the sound of
the door opening and said, "We'll talk more later."
"Okay, Mom," I said, and hugged her again.
We walked out of the bedroom and found Dad going into the spare room
to put away a couple of things he'd bought. "Hi, Dad. Is there more
stuff to bring in from the car?" I asked.
"No, this is it," Dad said. "Thanks for asking."
"Then I'm going to go finish my homework."
As I went to my bedroom, I heard Mom say: "We need to talk, Justin --"
Then their bedroom door closed.
I thought about what Mom had said. I was a little disappointed with her
gender essentialism. Even though I was glad she finally accepted me as a
girl, the fact that she initially did so because I had a period when she
didn't accept other trans women who'd transitioned the old-fashioned way
stuck in my craw a little and made me feel vaguely guilty. But thinking
about it more, I realized that she had shifted to thinking of me as
a girl, not just because I had a period, but because I was *happy*
about it, about being able to have babies someday, and thought that
finally proved that I was a girl mentally. That made me feel better.
And even if she wasn't perfect, she was still a zillion times better
than a lot of trans people's parents.
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I finished up my homework and asked Sophia if she wanted any help with
her English homework. She asked me to check her work, so I did, and
then we helped set the table for supper. (It was Caleb's turn to cook.)
At supper, I half expected Dad to say something about my period, but I
wasn't surprised when he didn't. I figured, even if he wanted to talk to
me about it, rather than delegating it all to Mom, he'd rather not do it
at the supper table, or in front of Caleb. But from the way Dad looked
at me and didn't say much, letting Mom and Caleb do most of the talking,
I was sure Mom had told him a lot, if not everything. Probably not the
squicky details of how many pads and tampons I'd already gone through,
but the basic facts.
Afterward, Dad and I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher.
"So," he said when everyone else had left the kitchen and dining room.
"Your mom tells me that you started your period today."
"Yes, sir."
"And that hasn't changed your mind? You still don't want to change back?"
"No, sir. If anything, this makes me even more sure. I already felt
better, just having a body that looks and feels right, but knowing I
can have babies someday makes it even better."
He was quiet for a while. "I don't understand it," he said. "Why would
you -- I don't get why a boy would want to have a period. Even women
and girls don't like their periods, they just put up with them because
they can't do anything about them."
"I'm not a boy. And we don't like periods because we enjoy bleeding and
cramping, but if you said you could stop them but we wouldn't ever be able
to have babies, how many women would say yes? Some, sure, but mostly
women like Mom who've already had as many kids as they want. I think
most girls my age want to have at least one baby someday; I sure do."
He grimaced, maybe thinking about what I'd have to do to have a baby.
What he said next surprised me. "That's a lot like what your mom said.
She talked about that old Connie Willis story, 'Even the Queen,' and
said if she could have turned off her periods until she was ready to
have kids, she would have, but she wouldn't have turned into a man if
that were the only way to make them stop."
"Neither would I."
I was hoping for some epiphany on his part next, that he'd say something
that showed he finally realized what I had been going through and why
I needed this. But he didn't say anything else that didn't relate to
cleaning up.
-----
Friday, I went to school with a little bottle of Midol and several spare
pads in my backpack, and went to the restroom in between every couple
of classes to check if I needed to change my pad. Other than that,
things were pretty normal except for one thing. After lunch, when I
was busing my tray, an older girl came up to me and said, "Could we talk?"
"For a couple of minutes, sure," I said. The gym was practically next
to the cafeteria, so I didn't have far to get to my next class.
"You're Meredith Ramsey, right? You used to be a guy and you changed
into a girl with that machine?"
"Kind of," I said cautiously. "I'm transgender, so I wasn't really a
guy before except biologically."
"Yeah, sorry, I don't know all the terminology. But the thing is, my
boyfriend and I are talking about maybe switching places this weekend --
me turning into a guy and him into a girl, right? And I've read about
people on the Internet that tried it, but I wanted to talk to somebody
real if I could, to see how much of what those people on the Internet
said is true. I heard you have actual periods now; is that just a rumor?"
"No, it's true. My mom's made me an appointment with her OB/GYN, but
I haven't seen her yet."
"Okay," she said thoughtfully. "Then I guess we'd better assume we're
fertile when he's a girl and I'm a guy, and he could get pregnant if we
don't take precautions."
"Yeah, you'd better," I said, squirming uncomfortably. "I don't know
what would happen then. If he'd have a miscarriage when the time
limit expired or would just stay a girl until the baby's born or what.
Better safe than sorry."
"Okay, cool. Thanks!"
"You're welcome, I guess." She walked off, still not having told me
her name.
Caleb's team had an away game that night, and Mom went to see it, but
Sophia and I weren't allowed to go because of being grounded. We didn't
necessarily go to every single game, but we generally went as a family
several times per season.
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