The Greatest Lie Part 1

I promised my dad I would stop cross-dressing and give up hormones, and I gave him back the remains of the birth control pill I had stolen from his office.

Naturally, I still had my Sao Paulo stash, and while I dialed back on the dose I kept up the daily cycle. Other than that, we never really talked about the events at grandma's house.

The rape counselor took care of the school angle and I never had to go back again. I finished the year on independent study and spent most of my time prepping for the A.P. exams, which I aced, naturally.

I never saw Marta again that year. I heard that she had been fucking Miguel before, during and after the time she had been seeing me, so it was no wonder he was so pissed at me.

I saw Seth from afar one afternoon when I was driving back from a shopping trip, but he was with the other motorheads, so he ignored me and I avoided them.

I pretty much lost track with the art room crowd, except Quinn who stopped over once or twice, "to see how I was doing." He had heard about my transformation, and it turned out he was mainly interested in seeing how big my boobs had grown. I showed off for him, and hoped my old friend would put the moves on, but it turned out his interest was purely academic.

I grew bored and frustrated, and very horny, for a guy-girl who couldn't get himself off any more. Finally, I called the University of Minnesota and asked if I could start in summer school instead of waiting until autumn. They said sure, but my scholarship money wasn't available until the fall semester. I emptied my bank account and got my mom to co-sign for a student loan. I packed my bags and left home the day after my eighteenth birthday. I think my mom and dad were relieved to get rid of me.

So if anyone tells you what happens in high school doesn't matter, tell them they're wrong or else they're lying. If they go on to tell you that life begins in college, well, I hope that they are right.