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Later that afternoon Kyle managed to get near Hillary on the school steps when no one was nearby. It almost appeared that she had been lingering near the door just to give him a chance to talk to her. "Quick, tell me what happened." "I was told that I should have been made into a girl years ago. I might still have a chance. Not a great chance, but possible. I need to make up for lost time. First I need to do extraordinarily well on the eighth grade aptitude assessment. I know this is not normal. They are letting me take the test." Kyle was out of breath with excitement. Hillary's eyes were wide open. Given that Hillary had tried to help instead of reporting him, and her mother's supportive comments made him decide to take another risk. "I need your help." Hillary did not show any negative body language so Kyle rushed on. "I need to get some advanced math and science books so I can study. I never had all the classes that you girls get to take. I can't get unapproved books from the library. Please, could you loan me a couple of books?" Hillary looked around. No one seemed to be noticing their conversation. "There are rules that say males are not allowed to study forbidden topics. What you are asking could get us both into trouble. But, I always thought you should have been a girl. I'll try to help. How can I get the books to you?" "Just leave them somewhere where I can find them. If I get accepted into the treatment ...." Just then they noticed Ms. Wood at the top of the steps talking to a crowd of year-six girls. Kyle and Hillary headed in opposite directions without looking at each other again. Kyle headed home with his emotions bouncing between absolute ecstasy over the possibility of being made into a girl and the depths of self doubt about the assessments he would need to go through. He rehearsed the things he wanted to discuss with his mother after dinner. That evening Kyle helped did even more housework than usual. He helped prepare dinner and then went and did some cleaning and straightening up. He wanted to make a statement. As expected, after dinner Mother indicated they should go in the living room. "Sit down on this cushion in front of me, dear. OK, now fold your legs under you to one side and put your hands in your lap. Yes, sit just like you did when you were little." Mother started gently brushing his hair. Kyle was confused. This was something Mom had not done with him for years; not since third or maybe forth grade. "I talked to Ms. Lee this afternoon and she gave me an update. I wish things had taken a different path. It would have been wonderful to have had a daughter these past few years. Now all I can do is think about the advice from Ms. Lee and Ms. Wood, and try to do the best for you." "What are you talking about Mom?" "I know what the counselor told you today. Ms. Lee said that you should have been selected as a candidate for reassignment as a girl back when you were in third grade. "You probably did not understand what was going on back then, and even if you understood you would have forgotten the details by now. I have never been able to bring myself to talk to you about all this. Forgive me. You have such beautiful hair, if only..." Kyle tensed up. "It is true that during first through third grade you were an outstanding student, and your teachers noted that you had definite feminine traits like preferring to play with the girls and avoiding all rough play. So why did you not get reassigned? You were sick at home the day the counseling team visited your school to assess any boys the teachers had identified candidates for becoming girls. I did not consider your missing the appointment to be a big deal. I never had you rescheduled for the elementary school level gender and career assessment." "Mom, why not?," Kyle pleaded. Had he lost out on his chance to stay in school and avoid a male work assignment due to a mistake? "I remember one of your school's counselors calling to remind me to get you rescheduled, but I was not enthusiastic for lots of reasons. I procrastinated day by day, and never contacted your school about rescheduling the assessment." Kyle could see that his mother was avoiding eye contact. "Anyway, time passed and you moved on from elementary school into middle school and started forth grade. I found all these issues to be very difficult to deal with. Before I sorted out my thoughts you were had been identified for training in a semi-skilled trade. You seemed happy enough as a boy, and the easiest course was to just let things continue as they were heading. But I had my doubts. If things had worked out differently I am sure you would be happily on your way to womanhood now. "Eventually I learned that the activists who claimed that the reassignment of boys for feminization was evil were actually fronts for some of our society's enemies. All the claims of harm to the child were misinformation. As Ms. Lee reminded me today, our society has developed sophisticated tools for evaluating boys at an early age and identifying the ones with excellent potential for a happy and successful feminization." Kyle was fidgeting uncomfortably. "I need to go to the bathroom." "OK, dear. Are you going to sit down and wipe after, like other girls do?" "Mom, I only stand with the guys at school. I always sit to pee at home, you know that. It keeps the bathroom cleaner." "I know. That is the sort of thing that has been giving me doubts about you for a long time. I am sorry about not ..." "I have to go." Both his brain and bladder were full. He needed a moment alone to digest everything Mother had said. Mother clearly had regrets about what had not happened. Tonight she brushed his hair just like she did years ago when she called the experience 'girl time.' He had noted the "like other girls" in her choice of words. She must have been aware of his feminine inclinations, and had never done anything about it. But Kyle realized that he had always been afraid to bring up gender topics too. The next day Kyle was alone as he headed out of the school for home. Jimmy was clearly avoiding him. Ahead, he saw Hillary and Stacy walking in a direction that would cross his path. Both were carrying stacks of books. Their arms were in front of their chests underneath the books, a way of carrying books that Kyle had been reprimanded for occasionally imitating. Hillary looked him in the eye, smiled, and nodded her head in a 'follow me' gesture. The two girls sat down on a bench facing the school yard fence. Kyle interpreted Hillary's body language to indicate he should keep his distance so he slouched against another part of the fence and tried to hide his anticipation. After a brief pause Hillary and Stacy got up and headed off. Kyle tried to not call attention to himself or the three books he saw that Hillary had left on the bench. Once he was sure that no one was watching Kyle strolled over to the bench, picked up the books, put them under his arm and headed away at a quick pace. Boys were not expected to do much homework so a boy carrying even one, let alone three, books is something people might notice. Fortunately, he was able to get home without anyone asking what he was doing with all those books. He dashed up to his room, closed and latched the door, took a deep breath, and looked for the first time at what Hillary had left him. There were two books that looked like test preparation: Advanced Science for College Entrance Exams, and Honors Algebra and Trigonometry with Pre- calculus. The third book looked like biographies of famous women both before and after the Great Social Transformation. Each was several hundred pages, and the aptitude test was in only three weeks. Was he even going to be able to understand anything from these books when his previous education constrained to grade-school arithmetic and basic rote- learning science? Kyle knew he had to try. Without wasting a moment Kyle started reading. The science and math topics looked far more advanced than what he had heard that the honors section eighth grade girls studied. Where had Hillary gotten these books? As he turned the pages he found a couple of pieces of note paper between the pages. The first was a welcome message: "I would love to see you join us girls in High School next year. Study hard and good luck. Hillary." The other note surprised him completely. "I am sorry. Forgive me. Stacy" These expressions of support filled Kyle with encouragement but he knew he had a lot of work ahead. He rushed through dinner and a quick kitchen cleanup and then dashed back to his room where he studied as long as he could stay awake. This became his daily routine. Realizing that he had to make use of every moment he started scribbling cryptic notes on paper that he could contemplate at while sitting in his regular undemanding classes. One day Ms. Wood was walking around the room during reading time and noticed Kyle had a paper filled with lines, letters, and numbers folded inside his book. "What do you have there? Show me." Kyle wondered if he had been caught doing forbidden math. Ms Lee, the counselor and Hillary's mother, had said that his social and behavioral school record had been favorable up to now. This was not the time to get disciplined for doing something forbidden in class. Reluctantly he handed her the paper. He watched her frown as she tried to figure out what is was about. Finally she tore it up and threw it in the trash can. "I don't know what this is all about, but I do not think it is proper for you. Are you and James exchanging messages? Go back to your reading." Kyle relaxed. Ms. Wood was a social studies teacher, and she likely had not studied very much geometry. Kyle's calculations probably looked like secret code to her. After that close call Kyle started memorizing a few problems each morning before leaving for school. During the day he could solve them various ways in his head and anyone watching him would think he was daydreaming. Although his emphasis had been the math and science books Kyle also managed to read a little from the biographies of famous women. During the school day he would recall events from these women's lives and try to find connections between them. Fortunately, his mother respected his privacy and allowed him to shut himself up in his room every evening. He told her he had to get is mind in order for the upcoming test, but did not tell her about the books from Hillary hidden in his closet. "Dear, what are you doing saying up so late every evening?" "Thinking about the aptitude test. Focusing my mind. Looking at my school books." "I wish you had some more advanced books to study. I would like to help, but you know it is forbidden for boys to read the kind of books that are studied by girls preparing for science, engineering, technology, and math careers or even the humanities books that are studied by girls preparing for management or politics. We will both be assessed by the gender and career committee, and I we do not want either of us to be caught breaking the rules." She looked directly at him. "I am not going to search to see if you have anything hidden in your room. Never visit forbidden web pages. The servers record search history." The night before the test Mother convinced Kyle to let her brush his hair before going to bed early. Kyle slept soundly, exhausted by his late night studying in recent weeks. In the morning Kyle was offered a cup of caffeinated tea and a large sweet roll. "Something to stimulate your thinking and give you a sugar rush, too," she said with a smile. "Good luck Dear, be confident that you are as smart as any girl." Kyle arrived at school and headed toward the testing room. He waited down the hall and watched the girls stream in until a few minutes before the scheduled start. Then, he walked in a went to an empty desk that looked inconspicuous in the back corner. Even so, heads turned as the girls wondered what a boy was doing in the testing room. The proctors were handing out test materials and scratch paper while scanning for cheat sheets and electronic devices. The bell rang and the test started. Kyle stopped doing the deep breathing meditation exercises his mother had taught him, and stared at the first page. For a moment nothing made sense. The first math section looked like nothing that he had ever seen in arithmetic books. Of course, these questions involved trigonometry. But, how was he supposed to know the values of trig functions? He focused on a mental image of the famous 30-60-90 triangle with sides of one, two, square root of three. Suddenly he could calculate the sine of 60 degrees. This line of thinking got him through the first few problems and built confidence. Of course, a 45 degree triangle had sides in proportion of one, one, square root of two. More problems solved. Then things got much harder and more abstract. All of a sudden Kyle recalled that sine squared plus cosine squared of the same angle always equaled one. This substitution simplified another group of problems that looked impossible at first. Then came an algebra section. The first part was easy but then the questions got harder. Kyle suddenly realized he was unsure of the quadratic formula. This formula would be the key to a long series of questions. An inspiration came to him - he could check his recollection of the formula by comparing to an easy equation that he could solve by factoring. Eventually he hit the pre-calculus questions. All he could do is look at the questions and make a logical guess at the answers. The first break time came. As the students headed out into the hallway he heard a sarcastic snarl from behind, "What are you doing here? Do you think you're a girl?" "Leave him alone, he has the counselor's permission to take the test. Mind your business." Whoever snipped at him headed off as Kyle looked up. "Thanks, Hillary." "Are you doing OK, Kyle? That math part was tough. I had to skip a lot of questions. I have to go before some sees us talking. Good luck." Kyle walked past the long line of waiting girls and headed directly into the boys room. Since there were no other boys in the room he went into a stall and sat down. It seemed like the right thing to do today. As headed back to the testing room he passed some girls still waiting their turn, and realized that even in feminist society there are a few male privileges remaining. But, if his mother had just rescheduled his assessment back in grade school he would now be happily in the girls' line. He always though Hillary was really smart, but she said she had to skip math questions. Kyle knew that is was always better to answer rather than skip a question if you had at least an even chance of being right. If Hillary was skipping questions the test must have been at a really high level. The next section was involved chemistry, physics and technology. Exactly the subjects boys were forbidden to study in school. Everything in the clandestine review books had been new and confusing. Kyle stared at the first few questions unsure of how to even start. After a few deep breaths he looked at the questions again. He recalled that energy has the dimensions of mass times length squared divided by time squared. Using this and the dimensions of other quantities like acceleration and velocity he could quickly deduce the correct form of the equation the solved the word problem. One after another he tackled the mechanics and dynamics problems. Energy conservation was always the key. He slowed down on the first electricity problems, but then remembered that there was an analogy of electric current to fluid flow. Fortunately he had been taught basic plumbing problems as part of the schooling given to boys on the construction trade track. Using these ideas allowed deducing more formulas based on those he had already done. The session ending bell rang and Kyle had only a few problems left unfinished. He slumped in his chair aware that the morning sugar and caffeine rush had worn off. Next was an essay section. The writing prompt suggested that this essay tested reasoning ability, social thinking and rhetorical argument. He needed something to write about, but could recall only a few disconnected chapters from the biography book. Calming himself down he took a few minutes to mentally outline his ideas, and then started composing the essay that might seal his fate. He did not have many facts to work with so he started with what he had and tried to build a logical story. He wrote about the actions of the transgender army soldier Chelsea Manning who had leaked classified information during the Iraq war and the brilliant cyberdefenses created by the eunuch computer scientist Natalya Rusik during the times of trouble. He then tied those two examples together with a totally speculative argument that gender dysphoria played a central role in motivating both of them to loyally serve the causes of freedom and feminism at great personal risk. Kyle stared at the floor as he headed out of the testing room. His face was pale and his body was slumped forward as he walked. The chatter of the girls comparing their experiences on the test was unbearable. He noticed Hillary and Stacy walking briskly down the hall. "Cheer up," Hillary whispered as she passed. Before he could reply Stacy made quick eye contact, smiled, and then both girls turned and kept going. When he got home he smelled his favorite dinner simmering on the stove. That evening his mother pampered and consoled him. As she brushed his hair she kept reassuring him that he had tried his best and that she would support him no matter the outcome. Now all Kyle could do was wait for the test results. He went to bed early and collapsed. During the night he woke up with a nightmare. He was being told that he was too old to become a girl and that he was going to become a construction foreman in the work camp. After this he tossed and turned until it was time to get up. A week later Kyle was called out of class, this time by a hall monitor, and told to go follow her to the counselor's office. Most of the girls were starring at him as he headed out the door. His heart was racing as he walked solemnly down the hallway. Given all the questions he had struggled with on the test he was ready to be told that he had not done well. As soon as he opened the counseling center door Madeline Lee greeted him with an inscrutable expression. She directed him into her private office and directed him to sit down. "I am sure you are wondering what I have to say. Do you want to know how you did on the test?" Kyle's palms were sweating and his mouth was dry. Why is she playing these mind games with me, he thought. Ms. Lee's face filled with a friendly smile. "Kyle, you exceeded all expectations. I have been working in this counseling office only a couple of years, but my coworkers tell me that no girl in this school has ever done as well. Your performance was absolutely amazing. "You took the test we give to honors-track eighth graders. It is the same basic test we repeat each year throughout high school. That way we can assess progress and find the girls who should be in even more accelerated classes. Many of the questions you answered correctly were at the level expected of a tenth or eleventh grade student, and a few were actually college level material. "Ever since I first examined your file I believed that a terrible mistake was made back in elementary school, and that you deserved reconsideration for feminization. I found evidence of a strong curiosity and interest in math and science that motivates your desire to continue in school through high school and college even if it requires giving up any possibility of manhood. Based on your aptitude test results I am totally convinced of the merits of your case, and I will be your champion. I will have to write letters and sit through meetings, but the payoff will be wonderful for everyone concerned. Minds like yours are rare, and our Feminist Republic will benefit by your being allowed to go to college and then join an appropriate profession. Kyle's head was spinning. Was this all possible? "Kyle Clark, do you want to continue in school, go to college, and dedicate your career to the benefit of feminist society?" "Yes. Of course!," Kyle nearly shouted "Now, I need to ask the big question." Madeline looked deeply into Kyle's eyes as she evaluated his demeanor and body language. "Do you want to be made into a girl; completely, permanently a girl?" Kyle was ready. "Yes, more than anything in the world," he said softly. " Marvelous. I have known you personally since you were friends with Hillary in elementary school. Everything I have learned about your personality indicated that you will welcome the opportunity for gender reassignment. But, I needed to hear you say it. " Do you want me to call your mother at work right now and let her know the news? Oh, and do I also have your permission to tell Hillary everything? You know she has been anxiously waiting ever since the test." After a, short but emotional conversation with Mother, Ms. Lee indicated there was more to talk about. "At this point you have demonstrated your intellectual merit, and this was an essential, crucial step. The aptitude that you have shown makes the next step possible. You also will have to be assessed by the regional counseling team for gender traits including your commitment to transitioning, your gender expression, your sexual identity, and your political reliability. Getting through this assessment will be even harder than the aptitude test because so much depends on female socialization, something that you have missed over the last four years. Getting you ready for this personality assessment will take more preparation than the cramming you did for the aptitude test." Kyle jerked back. What had she figured out? "It is clear that you had help getting ready for the math and science test," she said firmly. "Surprised? I know some of what happened." She paused and stared at him. "Don't worry about being accused of cheating. The proctors were suspicious as soon as they saw a boy in the room, and you were watched closely. I got them to document in writing that they saw no improper behavior on your part. Besides, how could you have been copying someone's answers when you were doing better than anyone else in the room? "I am talking about the books Hillary loaned you. She shared forbidden material with you." "Is she in trouble?" "Well, I explained to her what the famous civil rights leader John Lewis long ago called 'good trouble.' Hillary did something that was wrong, but for a good reason. I may have even conspired with her in selecting the books that would help you the most." Kyle looked at Ms Lee wondering what was next. "Regarding borrowed books and test preparation, your essay section was most impressive. It was so good that during the counselors' meeting several of the women on the evaluation team asked how a boy could possibly know so much about Manning and Ruskin. They knew you were not taught any of this in school because the history textbooks used in mixed gender classes do not cover such topics, and we severely restrict the books boys are allowed to get from the library. I did not like the direction that the conversation was going. To protect you I very deliberately said, 'we should focus on the quality of HER thinking about gender and political topics.' This was enough to get everyone distracted from the question of how you knew all those facts, and my choice of pronoun helped set a new tone for the rest of the discussion. "I will remind you, my main job as a counselor is to do the best for each girl in this school, I am including you now, and to advance the security and prosperity our feminist society. I am not paid to enforce rules. I will not say anything more about your test preparation to anyone." "Thank you. I appreciate that." "Now listen closely. I know this is all exciting to you, but do not rush ahead of the official process. At the moment you are still legally a boy, and are subject to all the rules our society has imposed to keep males in there place. There is much wisdom behind the structure of our Feminist Republic. Long ago the ancient Greek thinker Plato described an ideal republic where an educated elite of wisdom-loving philosophers advised the king. His mistake was assuming that patriarchy was the ideal. That nonsense dominated political and social thinking for centuries afterward. Our society has adapted Plato's ideas, but with women in charge. The laws must be followed to maintain social order. There are special rules for those undergoing gender reassignment. but it is not clear how they apply to someone who is starting at your age. With luck and hard work I hope you will soon meet the requirements and be officially reassigned as female. Until then stay out of trouble. Whenever your are at school or out in public you need to continue to present your self as a boy and follow all the appropriate rules and restrictions. Understood?" Kyle nodded as he wondered how long this suspended transition state was going to last. "In private things will need to be different. Before you can officially reassigned as a female the counseling team will need to sign off on your personality, social, and political assessments. These issues are subjective, and your living as a boy through middle school puts you at a big disadvantage. Just as you crammed for the aptitude test you must now spend every private minute developing and nurturing the personality appropriate for a girl your age. When you arrive at the assessment center you must look, act, and think like a girl. Your internal identity must be a girl. It will be very hard to accomplish this. Your mother and I will help you. Are you ready and willing?" Kyle nodded again but he was shaking in the chair. This morning he was terrified that he had not done well enough on the aptitude test, and now he was being told that a more difficult assessment was ahead. He had a general idea of what she was talking about but had no idea of what developing a girl's personality would involve. And he had to achieve this personality change quickly. He thought about how he had spent forth through eighth grades as a boy. It was not just being restricted to lower level classes. He also had been forced to play sports and do other boy things while Hillary and Stacy and all his other elementary school friends were participating in things like music, dance, girl scouts, and science club. He had been wearing blue jeans and work shirts while the girls came to school in pretty skirts and dresses. In the morning he splashed water on his face and ran his fingers through the mop of hair that his mother had kept a bit on the long side. The girls had been getting professional hair styling and were even experimenting with a touch of makeup. He did not know what girls did on sleep-overs, but he was sure he was missing important experiences there too. Madeline Lee saw the Kyle had calmed down. "Let me reassure you. Your elementary school file indicates that you were clearly showing feminine traits before the age of seven. We know that personality is largely determined by that age. When you were not assessed for reassignment you entered middle school as a boy. To stay out of trouble with your peers you learned to suppress outward feminine expression. But the feelings never went away, did they? I know you have been close to your mother and that she has shared limited female experiences with you. I have talked to Hillary about how you try to secretly still be friendly with her. Yes, I know counselor's should not be taking with students about their classmates, but remember what I said about good trouble. From what she tells me, and from all the evidence in your file I am sure you can convince the assessment team that you have potential to become a girl. We need to bring out your feminine traits and let you blossom. "There is one more thing we need to discuss. At your age sexual identity is a difficult topic to discuss explicitly, but you need to confront it. Part of the assessment is to determine whether you are homosexual, or to use non-medical slang that you may have heard whether you are gay or a fairy. As gender and career counselors we manage an assessment process designed to select boys who have the potential to become highly intellectual transgender women who have healthy relationships with other women. From historical experience we know that feminized gay men are not politically reliable. Their loyalties will always be torn between feminist society and their repressed male identity and attraction to male lovers. Do you understand what I am talking about?" "A little." Even at his young age Kyle had heard about gay men, but did not understand much. "I have told you enough for now. The immediate task is for you to do everything possible to make your mind into that of a modern eighth grade girl. Only after everyone is convinced that your mind is female can you be scheduled for medical procedures that will permanently change your body. "I am very concerned about how close you must be to puberty. In health class you learned about all the changed that take place in boys as they enter their teen years. Obviously, we do not want that to happen. If we delay your social and psychological assessment for few extra months it will give you more time to prepare. But your biological clock is ticking. It would be a tragedy if you started puberty while waiting for the psychological and personality assessment phase to be completed. I am going to schedule you for an appointment with Dr. Rebecca Taylor who my be able to help. She will call your mother tomorrow." Kyle arrived late at his next class. As he gazed around the room he looked at the girls differently from before. He was confident that next year he would be one of them. When he got home that afternoon Mother was obvious agitated "We have a lot to talk about. When Ms. Lee called from school I learned that I have a brilliant child. Congratulations on the test. I wanted to know more, but I had to be careful talking from work. People might hear. Tell me everything Ms. Lee discussed and how you feel about all this." Kyle excitedly told her more about the test results and Ms. Lee's saying she would be his champion, but became more subdued as he related the upcoming psychological assessments. At times Mom would stare misty eyed into the distance. "I admit that I made a mistake not having you assessed in elementary school, but that is all past. I will also admit that I have enjoyed our private girl time together like when you helped around the house and when I brushed your hair in the evening. I was so confused. I would have preferred having a daughter, but I had resigned myself to the fact that I gave birth to a boy. I raised you according to the socially accepted rules and guidelines of today's culture." Kyle tried to understand her message. She clearly did not share his enthusiasm about becoming a girl. "I do not want anything bad to happen to you. What Ms. Lee is talking about will be a difficult path with necessary steps that involve mental and physical pain. I know a little about what boys selected for feminization are subjected to. Is staying in school so important to you that your are willing to permanently give up being a boy?" "Yes, yes. That is what I told Ms. Lee," Kyle cried desperately. "Please help me become a girl. I have never wanted to ..." "Calm down. This is all so sudden. I need to think about it. Ms. Lee made an appointment for us to talk with a gender treatment doctor about your situation. I do not want to agree to anything drastic until after we both have talked to her." The next morning Kyle could see that Mother was very stressed. He ate silently and did not bother her with his own troubling thoughts. He stayed in his room studying until it was time to go.