My initial impression that this town resembled Mayberry turned out to be reality, and that the people here where genuinely nice. Everywhere I went people introduced themselves and seemed to want to be my friend. At first, I really wasn’t sure what to think, but after the initial shock wore off, I began to relax and accept that this might have been the best decision of my life.
After a few weeks of taking the pills Penny had given me, I began to notice that my chest felt extra sensitive underneath my forms, and when I took them off to sleep, the friction between my chest and pajamas felt slightly uncomfortable. I started sleeping with a comfortable sports bra just to stop the uncomfortable friction.
“It’s okay, I went through the same thing during my pre-teen years,” Penny consoled me over the phone. “You’ll begin to really feel it a little more in a few months, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
“You mean it gets worse?”
“Not so much worse, just more noticeable, it’s a normal part of growth,” Penny continued, “I’ve got to get back to work, but if you have any more questions, you can call me tonight.”
The suspense of not knowing what was happening to my body left me feeling exposed, and I couldn’t help it, I just sat down on my bed and cried. What had I gotten myself into? I had to make this new life work, or my crazy father would somehow manage to find me; but there were too many things to think about all at once, with all the work involved to get into school. In a moment of clarity, I remembered something James told me before, “when in doubt, ask Google.” It took me a second to clean up my face, but after I’d composed myself, I walked to the nearby library, and checked out a computer.
I’d never really thought about it, so I had no idea what I was looking for when I typed “man dressed as woman.” As I poured over the plethora of information, I noticed the term “transgender” and changed my focus a little. Before long I’d found several sights about the changes that men go through when they think they were born the wrong sex. As I read the information, I began to realize what I really needed to do so that I could never be found. I also realized that the box Penny gave me only had enough pills for one more week, so I ordered another four months worth of estradiol
I basically needed to go through a second puberty to make this work. And after I managed to stay incognito long enough, I needed to get an operation that would make my transformation complete.
The list of things I still needed to do was a bit overwhelming, so I started from the top, and went to the admissions office. Once there, a cute old lady helped me get the right forms I needed, and directed me to a little set of desks they had to sit down and fill the paperwork out at my own leisure. About four hours into the paperwork, I’d finally managed to figure everything out.
“You live near campus?” She asked as she noticed the address on my application.
“Yes ma’am, just across the street.”
“Oh, that Mr. Godday is such a handy man to have around. Give me one second dear, I’ll take this to the dean.”
I wasn’t quite sure why, but I felt extremely nervous as she walked out of sight for a minute.
“Come on back dear,” I hear her call from a hallway to the left.
I made my way to where she was and was motioned to sit at a desk with a large computer screen on it.
“You scored really high on our aptitude test, so we’d like to extend the opportunity for you to take a higher learning aptitude test that would allow us to offer you a small academic scholarship you could use with your federal grants.”
She then explained the process of taking the test, and left me to it. The hour long test took a little hard thinking, but I finally managed to hit the finish button and followed the prompt to see the test administrator for my score.
“Very good. With scores like these, we can offer you an academic scholarship that would at least cover your tuition, so if you could please sign here… and here… thank you, we’ll be in touch.” The admissions lady graciously took my paperwork and began typing in my information to the little computer in front of her.
“Did you have another question?” She asked when she realized I hadn’t moved yet.
“No, thank you for everything.”
The elated feeling I had walking out of the administration building left me feeling almost the exact opposite of what I’d felt that morning. Was I becoming bi-polar as well? Nah, it was just the hormones.
I had five months before I began summer classes, so I really needed to find something to do with myself, or I would go crazy. I decided to go back to the library and do a little more research on myself to find out what else I should expect.
Among the several references I found, one in particular proved to be a fascinating study on the use of natural herbs to cause a sort of second puberty in women who wanted to enhance their breasts naturally. The fascinating part was, that it seemed to work on men just as well as it did on women. I suddenly had the thought that if I was really going to change that drastically, I might as well go all the way to looking the best I could. After making sure I understood exactly what it was I needed, I called a cab and took a trip to the nearest naturalist store.
As I walked out of the shop my phone began to vibrate, and when I looked at the name my heart jumped a little bit at the sight of James’s number.
“Hey Dawn, you sound good, how are you?”
“I’m doing fantastic, what’s up?”
“Well, there was an interesting visit to our class today, some cops came to talk to us, and they had a private investigator or something with them.”
“Wow, what happened?”
“It’s your dad; he’s trying to find you.”
“Does he have any idea what we did?”
“I don’t think so, but please be careful.”
“I will James, thanks.”
As I hung up the phone, I didn’t know what to feel. I felt angry, sad, scared, and determined at the thought of my father looking for me… him. There was no way they could ever piece together that they were looking for the wrong person, was there?
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