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I never knew picking out a few clothes to wear could be such a time
consuming and emotional endeavor. This would be my first time back at
school since - well, since I had become a girl. I looked in the mirror.
I didn't want to be too girly, someone might think I liked what had
happened to me. On the other hand, everybody already knew what had
happened so I didn't want to look like I was trying to hide it. On top
of that Mom had gone out and spent her hard earned money on new clothes
for me.
"Come on Annie," my mother yelled up the stairs, "the meeting is in
half an hour."
"Oh my god mother, you're the one who bought me all these clothes!" I
yelled. Looking over my shoulder at myself in the mirror, I felt tinges
of excitement that I hadn't felt about school in years. My light brown
hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I was wearing light blue skinny
jeans; a slightly oversized light red Sweatshirt (well, I guess you
wouldn't be totally incorrect to refer to it as pink - but not barbie
pink) and clean white tennis shoes. My mother is one of the most
knowledgeable witches around, so I knew she would find a way to reverse
the spell one of these days. Until then why tie myself in knots trying
not to look a girl when it was totally obvious. I liked what I saw so
much I reached under my blouse, closed my eyes and started massaging my
breasts. I could feel my heart start -
"I'm leaving now Annie," Mom yelled, opening the front door loudly. I
fell out of my trance and ran down the stairs.
"Mom," I asked as we walked towards the highschool. How long do you
think it will be before you find a way to change me back?" It had
already been three months.
"Nobody wants you to be happy more than I do dearest." She squeezed my
hand tightly. "But we better pick up the pace if we don't want to be
late."
For some reason - I suppose my abrupt gender realignment, my mother
and I had both been summoned to a meeting with the administration.
"Explain this to me again?" The principal, a tall lean black woman with
hair pulled away from her face into a tight bun tried to smile as if I
wasn't just one more headache for the new school year. The muscles of
her mouth seemed only able to maintain the expression for a few
moments. She leaned forward in her chair and put her hands together
almost as if she were going to pray. It was her 'I want to hear what
you have to say, really I do' pose. I'd seen it more than once last
year. The walls of her office were covered in framed motivational
posters. The one right behind her desk had the words "Be true to your
Dreams" and showed a small group of students of various ethnicities and
genders working on a science project.
"Well, " I answered, "we're not totally clear on exactly why it
happened, but on June 28th I went to bed as Andy and -"
"June 28th? Why June 28th?"
"That's just when it happened. I'm never going to forget that date."
"Andy. Andy?" The principal looked through a folder, pulling out random
papers. "Were you the Andy that got caught selling drugs at the
football game last year?"
My mother spoke up. She was measured and polite, but I could tell she
was bothered.
"That was Andy Montgomery, and I believe he is still -"
"Oh my god mother, I can speak for myself," I interrupted.
She pulled back in her chair and raised a hand as if to say "Fine, I'll
shut up."
I hated when she got all tense.
"That was Andy Montgomery, Mrs Brown. I am - I was Andy Conners."
The principal looked confused. "I don't remember any 'Andrew Conners'.
I think I'd remember a boy who looked and acted like a girl"
"Because he didn't look or act like a girl." My mother broke her
silence, then looked at me and sat back again, motioning for me to
speak.
"I didn't look or act like a girl, Mrs Brown. I acted and looked like
every other boy."
"So then you were really a girl acting like a boy?"
Something about that question startled me. Not sure what to say, I just
shook my head.
My mother stood up in irritation. "For Chist's sake, Mrs Brown. It's
very simple. Last year he was Andy Conners, a regular, If somewhat
quiet teenage boy. He even had a small role in the school musical. Then
something happened on June 28th during the night. We aren't exactly
sure what. I suspect that it had something to do with one of the
magical artifacts that I recently acquired. I am a licensed witch and I
buy and sell items of interest to others in my profession."
I picked up the story from there. "Anyway, when I woke up I was the way
you see me today. A girl. It was all a bit of a shock."
The principal made a face that said she still wasn't sure. "I'm sorry
if I'm being dense. We've had trans-students enrolled here before and
our school policy is that everyone is entitled to an education. But I
don't like to have the wool pulled over my eyes. If you catch my
drift."
Mother and I looked at each other and I could see in her eyes that
neither of us was catching her drift at all. But we let it drop.
"Of course, until the politicians finish making up their minds about
this sort of thing, you will be expected to continue using the boys
bathroom. It would be disturbing to the real girls if you went into
theirs."
I could see the veins throbbing in my mother's neck. She stood up in a
confrontational stance and leaned over Mrs Brown's desk. "Annie is
currently a normal teenage girl. In every way, if you catch MY drift.
Having her use the boys restroom would be extremely unwise and unsafe.
Dangerous and possibly illegal."
I wanted to run from the room. Instead I tried to calm things down,
"It's ok, Mom. I just won't use the bathroom during school. And If it's
an emergency, I'll go to the nurses' room. It won't be too long before
you find a way to change me back anyways. Right? Then things can go
back to normal."
A cascade of emotions played across my mother's beautiful face, and
every one opened up a pandora's box of conflicting feelings at my core.
There was something she wasn't telling me. Something important. I could
feel it. And I knew that whatever it was, I wasn't going to like it. I
felt alone and frightened for the first time since I had been a child.
Tears rushed unbidden into my eyes.
"Oh my God," I thought. I didn't want anyone to see me cry and I didn't
know where to turn, so I nestled myself into my mother's arms and
buried my face in her chest. She stroked my long blonde hair gently and
lovingly and pulled me as close as she could. Boy that would never have
happened when I was a boy.
"Do you like making students cry Mrs Brown, or just my daughter?"
I could barely make out Mrs Brown's voice over the sound of my mother's
pounding heart best. Heated words were being exchanged and I just
wanted to stay where I was: Safely ensconced in my mother's protective
arms. I knew I should turn and face the principal and say something
powerful and to the point, but I couldn't stop crying. God, I felt like
a wimp. Boy, was I glad none of my classmates could see me bawling my
eyes out in the principal's office. I couldn't imagine any of them
crying like this, male or female.
It wasn't long before my mother and I were walking home. Neither of us
said much , and I kept my eyes focused on my feet. I was afraid if I
looked at her I might start crying again.
A girl's voice called out, "Andy?" I looked back. It was Chloe Gilson,
probably the most beautiful girl in the school and, from what I had
heard, probably the most dangerous. With gorgeous long red hair and
Green Eyes, she stood out from normal girls like a Lioness among house
cats. I had never talked to her before. I had never been one of the
chosen few.
I told Mom to go on and I'd catch up.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm all right."
She looked over my shoulder at Chloe. "You be careful with that one.
We'll talk when you get home."
Chloe caught up and walked next to me. She smelled really nice. "So
you really are Andy? I heard you had - um, changed and I wanted to see
it with my own eyes. Did your mother do this to you? She's a witch,
right? Anyways, You came out real pretty. Do you know that? Turn your
head little to the side. You have such pretty lips. Did you choose how
you were going to turn out. Like I mean, did you say, 'I want pretty
lips and good cheekbones'. Anything like that?"
I shook my head and pulled a long hair out of my mouth. "No, it was all
an accident. But I know I look kinda different from last year. Do you
remember what I looked like last year."
"Not really. I don't think you were in any of my classes, so I never
really noticed you. I don't think anybody really did. But that's going
to change this year for sure. Especially with a little help from me and
some of my friends."
"You have an awful lot of friends. You're very popular." I was a little
flustered by her attention and unsure of why she was being so nice to
me. "By the way I'm called Annie now."
"Yeah, that's what Josiah said. But really? Annie? Like the musical? If
you spell Andy with an i, it would be much cuter. You could even sign
it with a heart above the i."
"I don't particularly want to be cute," I responded, immediately
wondering if I had been too curt. After all, she seemed nicer than I
ever imagined.
"Come on," she laughed, "every girl likes to be cute. At least
sometimes."
"Yeah, well I'm kind of new to this girl thing."
"That's why I wanted to talk to you. I know you probably have a lot of
questions about your new gender. And my girl friends and I want to
officially welcome you to the sisterhood."
"Tell them I said thanks." I smiled and held out my hand.
She looked askance at my gesture. "Really? A handshake? You really do
have a lot to learn, girl. So here's the thing. Sarah and Bridget and I
want to invite you to a sort of slumber party at my house Saturday
night. I know a slumber party probably sounds mega-lamo, like middle
school stuff, but we thought it would be a great way to get to know the
new girl. And show you some basic girl stuff. You don't have a date
Saturday do you?"
"A date? No, I don't - I mean I haven't -" I started to giggle
nervously and subconsciously started playing with a lock of my hair.
Chloe put her arm around my waist. "I get it. Soooo?"
"Umm, I'll think about it?"
"Think about it? Don't blow this honey. Not everyone gets an invitation
to my house. Only very, very special people. And I think you're one of
those people. Sooo, please say yes. Please? It will definitely be worth
your time. Believe me, we can teach you a few things about being a girl
that your mother definitely can't, or wouldn't dare. So? Please, pretty
please?"
She gave a sulky look that would probably melt a glacier, and I
realized she was flirting with me. Girl to girl flirting. I knew she
wasn't a lesbian, or at least she didn't seem to be. She dated Mike
something or other, a senior on the football team whose family was
probably as rich as hers. I know their families run in the same
rarefied social circles.
"Sure," I said, totally unsure of what I was agreeing to. Then because
I didn't want to seem discourteous, I added, "This is really sweet of
you. You're sure you want to do this?"
Chloe wrinkled her nose. "I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want
you to come, would I?"
She hugged me and gave me a huge smile. "See Ya Saturday, cutie."
I was in a better mood when I got home then when I'd left the school.
Mom had started dinner and was moving like a cheetah in the kitchen.
She stopped.
"After dinner you and I have to talk about a few important things," she
said. I nodded. "So what did 'Her Majesty' want?"
"Chloe? She just wanted to chat. I realize now she's much nicer than I
ever gave her credit for."
"Maybe," said my mother.
"She invited me to her house Saturday night. I thought it might be fun
to go. Something different. See how the other half lives."
"For dinner?"
"No," I said, trying to act nonchalant, "more of a - well, a
sleepover. Just a couple of her girlfriends. She said they wanted to
welcome me to the sisterhood."
"I don't think it's a good idea," my mother said in a flat voice. She
didn't turn around from the food she was making.
"Well," I said, picking my words carefully, "I think it is. And I'm
going to go."
My mother stopped cooking and the room was silent except for the sizzle
of the frying pan. Then she turned to face me. Her face was red as a
fire-engine. "When I tell you something, you need to listen to what I
say. You're a child. You're in over your head. So this is for your own
good."
"Oh my god. You just want to control every aspect of my life, don't
you? Ever since Dad left -"
The look in her eyes told me it was time to shut up for a while. But
somehow my mouth didn't get the message. "So, have you found a way to
undo this? Or are you even trying?"
"Some contracts are harder to break than others," she said. 'Contract?
I wondered, what contract?'
Son or daughter, you are still my child. And I absolutely forbid you to
go over there."
"You forbid me? You can't control every detail of my life. I'm a junior
in high school and I can make my own choices and go where I want to go.
I told her I was coming and I am. Unless you going to lock me up or
something."
She didn't say a word. Just turned off the fire on the stove, threw the
beens she had been cooking into the sink and left the room. I felt an
all consuming urge to say something else. I wanted to win this fight.
"And I can tell that you know more about this spell than you are
telling me, don't you?" I called after her. "Maybe you did this to me
on purpose? Is that it? I'm growing up and you hate it. Well, maybe I
hate you too." The words exploded outwards, full of anger, vitriol and
downright meanness. I had gone too far but as soon as they were out, I
knew there was no pulling them back.
She turned back toward me from the hall-way, her eyes full of hell fire
like I'd rarely seen them before. "Yes," she said, "as a matter of fact
I do know a few things I haven't told you yet. But then you know a few
things about that night that you haven't mentioned yet? Don't you? You
know what? I think you should go to your little slumber party. In fact
I insist on it. There's a lot you have to learn, and this might be as
good a place as any to start."
My heart started thumping against my chest. I felt every cell in my new
body shudder. And suddenly I knew I had made a giant mistake. A bad
one. Almost as bad as what had happened June 28th when I was going
through the boxes of artifacts in the basement. Almost as bad but not
quite.
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