Breaking the News

You could imagine things got tough fast. My grandparents were worried - strangely no disappointment at all from them, to which I feel very grateful for to this day. Mom was definitely more harsh on me, I understand her reasoning now, but at the time, I was just a tad more annoyed.

I actually got to skip school the next few days because of very expensive X-Change related doctors to confirm I was actually having a baby. The thought still doesn't sink in to this day - the trippy feeling was insane. But hey! I got to play games 3 days straight with no sleep and nobody noticed!

"So, which one of the boys was it? You spent a whole weekend at Andre's house."

"I don't know what you're saying, mom."

"You have been a girl for a month, Marina. I've been a woman for at least your entire life."

"I... I don't know."

"I worry about you, you know? We could try to do that whole artificial gestation thing the doc told the other day."

"Is that safe? And that's super expensive."

The talk I had with my mother over the days kind of laid on me the gravity of the situation, I was stuck in a place where my core group of friends was strained, my new friends couldn't exactly know I was pregnant and my family wasn't in the best spot to support me. It was literally a recipe for disaster, I was super lucky to not suffer any major backlashes or that I was a great student, meaning I could focus a bit less on school if necessary.

The biggest thing I learned this last couple weeks was that there wasn't anything super sexy about being a chick. Okay, there was a lot of sexual things about being a chick, but I got used to them somewhat - so they lost the wow factor... Okay, I lied again. I don't know if I'll ever get used to it, but my boobs are definitely 50% awesome and 50% horrible backache.

And why this is important at all? Because that's been the point of contention that I was certain that was straining my relationship with Phillip and Drey, which means I either talk to them and have them get used to me, or we'd end the senior year end all wrinkly and wobbly. Even if I was reduced - I got taller actually - to a sexy latina chick to them, to me, I was still Santi. Or Marina. I'm still figuring that identity out.

Well, there was still one whole month before prom actually started knocking on my door, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to go at all. Graduating in June was horrible, and after all my life having classes from January to December, switching to another calendar just felt weird. Even if I did all my high school years here. Which also just functions as an amazing segway for me to remember that Kyle was unpunished to this point!

"Mariiii? Are you there?"

"Earth to tall, tanned and gorgeous?"

"I'm not tanned, it's just my ski-Oh, my bad."

I remember this specific time being at the library, freezing my ass off because I forgot my jacket at home. Tank tops are not meant to be everyday, everywhere go-tos when you have at least a good chunk of skin exposed because of your chest, I learned that the hard way. Amber and Fran were talking to me, but I was super distracted, unsure if I should tell them about the clear lack of direction my life suddently went into.

"So, what got you all doom and gloom? I got used to the flustered you, not this."

"Nothing exactly, I just feel a bit nostalgic from when I was 5'1". It's better to be tall, but I miss not having to lug these... Things around."

"Oh, it can't be that bad, girl! Giullia would kill you to have tits like that!"

"Well, I'm afraid I can't exactly donate some of my size to her."

The two girls snickered at my slight misfortune, with me just blushing as we were all over some piece of homework I had overdue. They were here with their generosity and I was kind of only half into it, but luckily for me, things would change quite quickly for me.

"Hey, Mari! We need to talk."

I turn around, along with the girls to see who could be the one to talk with me, clearly snapping out of my second stupor and not wanting to exactly worry the girls over me again.