Seeds of

I woke up in the Dean's office in the library, with him super concerned over me, and my entire friend group outside. Phil and Drey, plus the girls, which would've made this whole situation worse if I was actually caught with the blonde insufferable asshole back when he yet again twisted me into going alone with him.

The Dean asked if I was okay, and I got freed from the rest of the school day - with Kyle getting basically scot-free. There wasn't a lot that could be done, his dad was one of the major sponsors of the school and also had big friends in big places, the only way we could actually get some level of justice would either have to be turning this whole situation public. Or... We could do it the fun way.

I can skip the next two days, since I went to a doctor's appointment too see how the baby has been going along, X-Change pregnancies work differently than the normal ones, I think that embryo formation is much much faster or somethin' like this. And also just got some exams done in the morning period. Nothing too big, but what I can tell is the next big thing that I had to resolve - my weird, flirty and wrong current relationship with Phil and Drey.

These were my two oldest friends, and drifting away after I - even if influenced by a sci-fi MacGuffin - chose to sleep with them and ruin years of friendship. So, I did what I do best, and got these two to agree on a hangout with me, this time at my house and under my mom's eye - her conditions for any boy meeting me until... She said otherwise. Thanks mom for reverting my independence back to my childhood.

I remember waiting for them on the porch - Drey had to stay behind for his practices, something something about a last game of the season, so I had to wait him. As for my nerdy friend? His pasty white face entered the living room with... A lot of comics, mangas and a gift for me: a Pokéball themed shirt. Yes, with the joke you're thinking of. But hey, I still own that shirt, it's very comfy.

"Hey. You did come around! Thought you've gone all shy on me..."

"S-sorry for that, Mari. I kind of been a bit busy all around and I heard all the rumours. You hanging out with the girls more certaintly had me thinking you've moved on from the trio."

"Really? I-I didn't bro! U-uhm... We're still here. And what you brought here?"

"You don't need to change the tune a lot, Mari. I'm sorry for that party on Tuesday. On what I did that is..."

"You don't need to be sorry, man, it was Kyle's fault and-"

"B-but, aren't you like pregnant? What if the son is mine? I read about these pills, and boy, you're now stuck as a chick!"

"Pretty much."

"Forever."

The mood was on the floor after this, thanks Phil. But I decided to not let define us, I got them to hangout with me after God knows how long! I am determined to fix our relationship!

"Well, at least I am still a healthy one. I have good friends, a supportive family... Things could've been worse, dude."

Before Phil could reply out of our awkward giggle, we just decided to catch over on... All of the things he brought over. I was quite surprised to see somethings here that we haven't touched for years - and it kind of felt nostalgic and almost like mourning someone really. Weird moment, but touching too.

"Heya guys, sorry for being late. Pratice sucks and my mom got me in touch with a real agent. It was boriiing~"

Watching Andre's frame walk through the bedroom of my door always felt less intimidating when I had all of this extra inches. Ayo - stop the giggles. I don't want you snorting at that bad description! U-uhm, forget it!

"So, what's the point of the meeting? I brought nachos, but someone here didn't want to hang out more~"

"Shut up, Drey! I was psyching myself up to meet with you guys and you're ruining it!"

"Gonna do a motivational speech? Fine by me."

The mood between us, awkward and full of tension was still there - the boys couldn't actually help the fact that we fucked, moreso me being the one who went out of my way to fuck them. Hypersexuality is the bane of anyone's existence, but it felt good doing that before...

But it felt better to just goof around with my long time friends - it had me on a much much better mental state. We gamed a bit more - door open - Drey talked about his coming future on college, he finally gets a good choice between Michigan and Arizona, and Phil was definitely the nerd to try and have him commit to Wake Forest, which was where he'd like to go as well. I just had no idea if I even had the conditions to start college until I checked to see if the baby wasn't wombly goggly or some weird thing happening to my X-Change body. At this point I knew I wasn't going to be Santiago anymore, but being a mother just felt like some sort of cosmic obligation that fell down on my lap like a hero's journey. It wasn't exactly the little guy's/gal's fault. Not even mine, Kyle had to pay for it.

"So... Prom is like in a couple weeks. You better start on that dress testing, Mari. Heard it from a few guys at the locker room that they might want to ask you out. You being "easier to relate" and all that jazz. I just told them you were high maintenance."

"Damn right I am! And you, Phil?"

"Sarah and I are working something out. I-I told her I d-don't mind her not going on a fancy dress and all."

"Woooooooooooooo~! You go, Philly! The last romantic is upon us, Mari! Look at the boy gooooo!"

The yelling did had my grandparents shut our noise, as it was somewhat late in the night right now. Drey was ready to go back home, and Phil's parents were almost over. For the first time in a good while, things felt normal - aside from the whole I am a woman for the rest of my life type of beat, I am still not used to being tall, lmao. The boys went away, and I felt like I was stumped. While things looked shaky, Kyle had gotten unpunished. He spiked me, tricked me at the park and took advantage of the literal chemical reaction of my brain to have his way with me. And fucking did it again at the library trying to frame me as being whorish while he just "followed the system." Fuck that guy!

Fuck that guy...?

I hope I don't fucking have to do it again. But... It isn't a bad idea if someone could fuck him over - no more feeding that hazardous Johnny Test look alike. If someone had to knock him off the high horse, someone had do it right, and by right, it was to give him a taste of his own medicine...

My cellphone lit up in the nightstand, I was getting ready to sleep at the time and was fighting the old camisole to properly stay on my body instead of the lower half fraying. I can't believe that my hips are that big to stretch the fabric. This thing is just that old. I look over the messenger, hoping it could be someone interesting and looked over to see none other than Amber, sending me a message.

"Hey girl! Drey texted me, told you were doing okay and that you three are patching up things! Thank goodness you three haven't fallen out!"

"Thanks, someone had to sit down and talk here. We're more mature than what other people credit us for. So, why you're asking?"

"I just want to let you know that I talked with my daddy. Told him I had a friend in need of assistance, and he told me that he could talk with X-Corp directly to help you with any side-effects. Unfortunately they can't turn you back into a guy post pregnancy..."

"Oh, no problems with that! Thanks Amber, for being a good friend. I don't even know how I would actually fare out if it wasn't for you and the girls."

"No problem! I really felt guilty about what happened at my party, and turns out that you're cool to hang around. None of that performative rich crap I had to put up with at the Cheerleading team."

"Oh, I guess so. Being funny is a registrated family tactic here, so I hope you get ready for a lifetime of bad puns, silly smirks and friendship!"

"Oh, I will."

I didn't know if I should send it, or if it was even a good idea. Sure, **** wise, it is a damn amazing plot. Legally and even socially? It might peg me as a sociopath at worst and criminal at best, I had to be calm, think about it and possibly not mess it up- and I sent it. I didn't want to be polite and slow with my takedown. I wanted Kyle and his cohorts to feel 1% of what happened to me.

"Amber... I'd like that idea to talk with your father. And I have another one too, it's about Kyle."

"Oooh~! It's about time girl! Spill the beans, are we doing a dossier on Kyle's baby mamas across town? Or what?"

"Nah, I have a much much more fun option in my head..."