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The rest of the day went by uneventfully and and so did most of Friday. My mom was talking on the phone with my older sister Carla and explaining everything that had happened. Because she had already gone off to college, we didn't hear from her very much. But she told mom she would come home as soon as she could. She also said that I was welcome to use anything she didn't bring with her. I was glad she was going to college close to home because she would come by maybe every other weekend for clothes, and sometimes with laundry. We got along just fine for brother and sister. I think our friendship had a big part with her giving me all access to her clothes.
I walked into Carla's room. Hesitantly, I walked over to her dresser. In the top drawer, she had her bras she didn't bring with her. For the most part, they were sports bras, which made me glad. I pulled out a black one. Taking off the teeshirt I wore to bed last night, I slid off the sports bra I was wearing and put this clean one on. I then opened another drawer and pulled out a black, compression short like thing ( http://www.roadrunnersports.com/rrs/prod... ). I took of my lax sweats and male compression shorts that didn't fit as well anymore. Sliding on the new underwear, I was surprised by how they felt so different, hugging my new form in ways the other ones weren't. I proceed to Carla's closet. I grabbed a pair of jeans that weren't quite skinny jeans, but were tighter than I would have wore as a guy ( http://www.revolveclothing.com/mobile/Di... ). Then I found a red teeshirt that had the name of the college Carla was attending in black letters. It hugged my new hour glass figure much better than the teeshirt that was from our pink-out game for hockey. I went and got the five finger socks ( http://www.roadrunnersports.com/rrs/prod... ) and the shoes we bought earlier in the week, and headed down stairs.
"You ready" mom asked.
"As I'll ever be" I told her. With that we hoped into the car and made the quick drive to the high school. Once we arrived we saw the principle, Mrs. Jackson, standing outside waiting for us. School had only been out for an hour to let as many kids leave as possible so nobody who wasn't supposed to hear anything from our little conference would hear it. She walked us into one of the conference rooms in the main office, where I found all of my current teachers and coaches, as well as Mr. Black. It was a long and boring meeting as Mr. Black went over everything he had told me and my mother earlier in the week. When he was done, he asked if anyone had any question.
"So it's not contagious?" asked my physics teacher, Mr. Burn.
"No" replied Mr. Black "it is a genetic disorder that is only found in one and one million people statistically. However, this is the first case I've ever encountered in my lifetime. Any more questions?"
Nobody said anything.
"Well, I think that concludes our evening" Mrs. Jackson said. "And just as a reminder, Only people in the classrooms and on the lax team are to know that Michelle was really Michael"
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