Not a Chance!

You rip your eyes away from the pajamas and step past them without another glance. You freshen yourself up, brush your hair, and apply a few things El and Fiona showed you yesterday. You then walk to your room and find a little pink pair of panties with a tiny little bow in the front and a pink lace nightgown. Looking in the mirror you pretty yourself up. With a few dabs of makeup your bruising just disappeared. You look at yourself, you were stunning! A smile spreads across your pretty face.

Fuck those assholes who beat you up, fuck that creepy teacher, fuck those judgmental eyes, fuck those snickering laughs behind your back, fuck them all! You were happy. You finally really and truly knew who and what you were. Nothing in the world could change that now. Sure you could go back to being a boy and on the outside it would be so much easier. But on the inside it would be a daily ****.

Besides, your family supported you. And right now, that was enough.

You march down stairs. Your family were setting the table, once more you were going to be eating together. It looked like this was going to be the new normal...awesome! You walk proudly into the dining room. Everyone stops to look.

On Elsie's face you see a joyful expression at you staying true to yourself. On Fiona's you see a deep admiration for following your dream even when things got tough. And on your mother's face you see worry...worry and pride. She had offered you the easy way out but you didn't take it.

Oh, and you notice her check out your sweet little tushy...but that was normal.

They all come forward to greet you. The four of you share a big family embrace. You then join them in setting the table. You soon settle in for the meal, they all are **** to hear about your day.

You start with all of the positives. How so many people just didn't care about how you dressed. How the vast majority couldn't tell you from a regular girl at all. How some were actually quietly supportive and perhaps even jealous. How you turned the heads of so many guys and even had one approach you. There are some ooh's and teasing giggles at that one. And most importantly, just how truly happy you had been most of the day. It had been tough and tiring, but it had been extremely satisfying for the inner you. You didn't have to pretend to be someone you weren't any longer.

You then turn to the bad stuff. You tell them of the creepy professor. All of them seemed to be able to relate, just a part of being a woman it looked like. You tell them of the awkward interactions with the people you knew. They tell you an adjustment period was bound to be necessary and that you would now be able to find out who your true friends were. And finally you tell them about...the incident.

Your mother instantly says angrily. "We'll call the police and I'll call the university tomorrow..."

You calm her down. "No. I...I don't want to get Allison in trouble. She never meant for it to go that far. And besides, I've been beat up before and I got over it."

Surprisingly Fiona pipes up to support your point. "I agree. No need to involve the police." She says this calmly enough, but she is staring down at her food as she talks, not making eye contact with anyone. She was obviously upset by it. "Derek and Dave are just young and stupid. Besides...they'd probably just get a slap on the wrist. It would be a lot of trouble for nothing. No justice in that."

Your mother isn't happy. "This isn't right, they can't just get away with this stuff."

You assure her. "I've got to deal with this stuff Mom. I'll see how it goes tomorrow, maybe I will in the end." Then you say. "Hey, you guys want to watch a movie tonight?"

They all nod. El says. "There was a big game release tonight but...yeah, a movie sounds great!"

This new family togetherness, this new found contentment within these four walls, made all the crap of the outside world seem so unimportant. Together you all clear the table and clean up the kitchen. They chat about their days and a light happy mood settles in. Fiona makes some popcorn while you and El go to find a movie to watch.

Eventually everyone gets comfortable in the living room. Fiona on the chair to your right and your mother on the couch with you to the left. You and El are cuddled together with a blanket thrown over you. Your mom actually tucks you in together. "Two peas in a pod you two." She beams proudly.

Your mom picks up the remote and hits play. She immediately starts complaining. "Oh no, not a science fiction!" She clicks it off and switches it to a breezy Rom-Com and the Bailey family settles in for a movie night.

You may have normally complained about the change of movies but with your hand in Elsie's panties and her hand in yours, all covered by the concealing blanket the pair of you had over you, you honestly didn't really care what you watched.