A Bad Day

(One more warning, this isn't a nice chapter.)

In the morning you and El are equally inseparable. Fiona heads off to her room as the pair of you get dressed and ready for the day together. You help each other with your hair and make up and chat cheerfully. You wear your practical checkered knee length skirt and white blouse.

Remembering Fiona's advice from last night you say. "I've got to call Allison. I'll be down for breakfast in a few minutes."

El gives you a sympathetic look of support, the nods and heads down stairs. You call Allison.

You hear her groggy half awake voice. "Hey Jesse." She mumbles.

"Hey Allison." You reply. "Um...I needed to tell you about something, about something happening today."

"Jesse?" She sounds confused, she was fully awake now. "Why are you talking like that? You sound so girly."

You'd been talking in your softer, higher voice most of yesterday and so far today. You'd kind of forgotten about it.

"Um..." You had no idea how to do this. "...um...that's cause I am girly. What I mean to say is, I'm a girl now Allison. I, er, I kind of always have been but...now it's for real."

There is silence.

"I'm coming to school in a dress today. I thought you should know." You then add hastily. "But don't worry, I still like girls..."

"Jesse, stop fucking around. It is way too early for this shit." She sounds angry.

"No Allison I..."

"And it's not funny anyways." She hangs up on you. You sigh. You weren't looking forward to seeing her in person later that day.

You head downstairs. Your family was around the kitchen table eating cereal and fruit and drinking coffee. As you enter your mom pops up. "There she is!" She rushes over to get a good long look at you. "My oh my you look good today Jesse." She hugs you tight, holding you longer than normal.

She finally lets you go and you join the group for breakfast. It is a bit rushed as you all had places to be, but once more it was nice to eat as a family and not off on your own. El is the first to leave, having to catch a bus. You and she share a special little look between you. "Good luck." She tells you before she hurries off.

You were next. You grab your backpack and car keys. You put on a pair of comfortable low heeled pumps. At the door you stare at the mirror that hung there. You looked good, you looked like a woman. You were a woman. You take a deep breath. Your mother and Fiona see you off and before you know it you are driving to university.

You park grab your backpack and head out. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.

As you walk through campus, mindful to keep a nice little sway to your stride, you soon discover that Elsie had been right. You were getting attention. Guys were turning their heads as you walked by, a few even making approving sounds and comments. One tall dark guy even approaches you. "Damn girl, what are you doing later?" You excuse yourself, telling him you were late, and continue on your way. You were smiling, people really saw the new you like they were meant to! You felt pretty.

It is when you approach your first class, American Lit, that the shit hits the fan. Allison and your buddy Stephen were waiting for you by the door to the large classroom. At first they don't see you, just seeing some woman approaching. It is only when you get close when Allison brings her hand to her mouth and gasps. Stephen looks confused. "What?"

Allison exclaims. "Holy shit...you weren't kidding!"

Only then does Stephen realize who you are. He starts to laugh. "Ha ha ha! What the fuck? Did you lose a bet dude?" He soon stops laughing as he gets a better look at you. The totality of your transformation, all the little details, make it obvious this was no mere lark or dare. You had really worked at this.

"Hey guys." You say softly. "Um...what do you think?"

Stephen then looks at you in sheer panic and horror. Allison's face becomes a mask of furious anger. She sneers. "How dare you! Embarrass me like this! You little fucking...fucking..." She is at a loss for words. Her face is flushed as she spins on her heel and walks away.

Stephen stands there a second, then suddenly realizes it was just you and him. This makes him really nervous. He stammers. "Jesse? Dude? Why are you...? I gotta..." His nervousness grows as he suddenly really didn't want to be seen with you, he backs away and retreats into the classroom.

You let out a sad disappointed sigh and enter yourself. You take a different seat than usual as Steve and Allison would probably not welcome your proximity right now. As you walk through the room half the class doesn't even notice while the other half start pointing and whispering among themselves. There was a lot of mocking judgment in those eyes, but there was some friendly faces as well. This would have been a hundred times worse in high school.

You take a seat off by yourself. Looking out of the corner of your eye you see Allison absolutely seething. People around her are laughing and pointing at you. Steve, who sat near her, just looked concerned and confused. He was perspicuous in avoiding looking in your direction. Eventually Professor Morris finally enters. He sets his books on the table near the front of the class then turns. He sort of freezes as he notices you, after some time you see the spark of recognition enter his eyes. Giving you a strange look he then turns and begins the class. The class goes as normal.

At the end, as people file out, the Professor says. "Mr Bailey, could you stay behind please?"

What was this about? You approach him at the front of the class. He was about your height, middle aged, bald and pudgy, had a mustache, and wore simple slacks and an off white collared shirt. He had a sleazy feel about him and his teeth were stained yellow from smoking. He takes a good long look at you, his leering eyes going all the way up and down your body. You suddenly felt like you needed a shower.

You correct him. "It's Miss Bailey now Professor Morris."

He licks his lips. "Well Mr Bailey, I have to say this is a surprise. While I cannot ask this in an official capacity I might suggest you not show up like this in the future. Your appearance was a distraction to the whole class."

You roll your eyes. There was only one person you distracted during class, and it was him.

He reaches out and takes your shoulder. "But listen, I don't have time now. But we should talk about this, just you and me. Come by my office sometime and we can...talk." His mustached mouth smiles exposing his yellowed teeth. Fuck-ing gross!

You excuse yourself. "I have to go." You say.

He nods. "Remember, come by anytime. We can talk about your marks while we are at it." He was trying to bribe you to come see him...ewwww. You get the hell out of there.

The rest of the day goes much the same. When you aren't around people you know you get looks and no one has a clue. Around people that know you the reaction is mixed to ****. The interaction with your basketball friends Dave and Derek was particularly bad, luckily you didn't like those two that much anyways. By the end of the day you were exhausted by it all. You knew this first day would be the worst, but it was tiring to have to keep dealing with highs and lows this day was dishing out. Your ray of hope through the day was your constant texting with Elsie. The two of you kept a friendly banter going all day long. As you were getting ready to go home you hear another text come in. You excitedly pull out your phone to see what Elsie had to say.

This time it was Allison. It said: We need to talk. Room 212 Biology building.

You stare at it for a while. You better go deal with this. You turn around and head to there. As you get to Room 212 you see Allison across the empty room waiting for you. You walk in and approach her. "Hey Alli..."

You hear the door close behind you. Turning around you see Derek, Dave, and Stephen at the door. Derek and Dave both had an evil glint in their eye, Steve just seemed uncomfortable.

"What's going on?" You ask.

You hear Allison's hard voice. "Take off those ridiculous clothes. Fucking embarrass me like that, you piece of shit. Just show up like that? I'm standing there like an idiot, my boyfriend dressed like a fucking woman!"

You turn to her. "I warned you, I called this morning."

"You heard her queer. Off with them." Dave orders.

You turn back angrily. "Fuck you Dave, I'm not going to...OOOMPH." You double over as he sucker punches you in the gut. Derek follows up with a right cross to the face. You stagger to the side. Dave then kicks your legs out from under you as Derek pushes you to the ground. You go down awkwardly onto the hard tile floor, knocking your forehead on the way down.

You are dazed but you hear Allison. "Jesus Christ! I didn't want you to hit him!"

"This little fag made friends with us...we changed in the same locker room. Probably just wanted to get a look at our cocks the little freak." You try to get up and get a kick in the ribs for your trouble. You crumple once more with a grunt.

They reach down and with their hard cruel hands start tearing at your new clothes. You were kind of out of it but you hold on to your clothes and all they represented with all of your strength. You held onto them as if your whole new identity depended on it. They hit you a few more times in the process. You hear Steve weakly trying to say something. "Come on guys...that's enough." He doesn't actually do anything to stop them though. You hear your blouse tear, your skirt comes down to your knees. They laugh and laugh.

"Fuck, panties and bra too! Should have figured. Ha ha ha ha!"

Allison finally steps in front of Dave. "Leave him alone, you guys are animals!"

Derek kicks you again. Zipping down his fly he looks down at you. "Wanted to see our wangs eh? Well here's mine! Why don't you fucking suck it." He points it toward you...and begins to piss. The hot amber stream hits your hair and face before he starts spraying it back and forth across your beautiful clothes. You spit the urine from your mouth and just huddle up, holding your clothes tight against you.

"That's it, I'm getting campus security. You two fuckers went way over the line." Allison shouts.

"Calm down Allie!" Dave says as he backs away, his hands up. "We're done, we're done. Let's go Derek."

Derek zips up. "Better not see you in the locker room fag!" The pair of them leave, laughing all the way.

You pull your skirt up and try to pull your torn shirt together.

Allison bends down to touch you but you wave her away. She says in a sorrowful voice. "Jesus Jesse, I didn't know that's what they wanted to do. I just wanted to embarrass you like you did me..." She stands up. "Oh god, this is all my fault, I'm so sorry."

You ignore her and crawl to start putting your books away, your backpack had spilled open when you hit the floor. Stephen comes and helps you pack your bag. He doesn't say a word, obviously ashamed at what had just happened and at the fact he did nothing to stop it. You get your stuff together and struggle to your feet with Stephen's help.

You give them both a hurt look then just leave without a word to either of them. You could have gone to security or even called the cops, but you just needed to get out of here. Clothes torn and soaked in piss you make your way as fast as possible to your car. You are barely holding it together as you make the drive home. You needed to get home more than anything in the world right now...you needed to be with your family.