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High School Girls

... Darren had hoped that they would have adjusted, even come to like, their new female existence. But that clearly wasn't the case. They simply need more time, Darren reflected. He had made his choice this morning on the bus, and had felt immense satisfaction when he did. He wasn't going back. If that meant Sam and Joe couldn't go back either, well, too bad. Becoming a girl was not the worst thing in the world. In fact, for him, it had been the best. He refused to return to that shallow, pathetic existence of a boy. For once, he was going to take a stand, for something, he truly, really believed in! Time, he thought. They just needed more time. They would come to see how much richer their existence would be as girls. The thought produced a happy glow inside him. "I haven't looked into it yet. It only happened yesterday, you know! And why is it suddenly up to me - you know what, never mind." Darren said with a smile. "I will look into it." The relief on Joe and Sam's faces was painful to see. I'm sorry guys, Darren thought sadly. I know you're suffering, I can see it on your faces. But even if I wanted to go back, he thought, I honestly wouldn't know where to begin. The bell rang, and the students started to shuffle into class. Squaring their shoulders, the three ex-boys joined them. *** Sam glumly stared at the potato tater speared on the end of his fork. It seemed preferable than talking to either Joe or Darren. The former's anger and bitterness seemed to spill out every ...

... time he opened his mouth, and the latter who was, for lack of a better term, completely delusional. "You shouldn't eat that." Darren said as he forked a piece of tomato from his salad to his mouth. "It will go straight to your hips!" Joe, halfway through taking a bite of his cheeseburger, glared at him. "Fhrrew yrrrruuu" he growled around it, and defiantly took a bite and swallowed it, only to start coughing as the chunk he bit out was too large for his smaller mouth. Sam sighed and put his fork down. Attending school as a girl wasn't as bad as he thought. It was far, far worse. Everything was different. It wasn't just how people treated him now. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that, as a girl, he would be treated differently. He wasn't stupid. It was still sort of a shock, of course. He could feel eyes on him all the time now, and every boy he passed in the hallway had eyes that travelled along his body - legs, crotch, breasts, face, breasts, crotch. It was irritating but Sam knew, from the perspective of one who had done the same to other girls, that it was not malicious or leering - just the way that men were hard-wired. It was automatic - men (except for gay men, he supposed) automatically visually judge the women they meet for their desirability as mates. He suspected that women did the same, though it must be a lesser or more covert thing. Or perhaps he just wasn't observant enough to catch it. Not just boys, but the adults treated him differently too. Almost like he was ...