Not One Of The Girls - Part 13

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Wednesday followed mostly the same pattern as Tuesday. minus the detour to the principal's office. Kiera walked with me to school and we chatted about anything and everything that we thought of, we then spent about twenty minutes catching up with the other girls and the guys. I was slightly surprised at an additional member of the group and upon introduction was reminded that 'Duke' had been out of school for a couple of days; something to do with his dad. "How's your dad doing?" I asked kindly to which he grunted, "He's ok, he has his ups and downs, you know?" He suddenly went quiet as though he'd said too much.

The girls had told me a little bit about the guy over the last couple of days and I genuinely felt for him, he was only a few months older than me, yet he had to shoulder so much responsibility, with regard to helping look after his dad and then with his job to afford the meds that he needed.

He apparently worked himself to the bone to earn a scholarship as there would be no way he could afford to pay for college by himself. "So how do you end up with a nickname like 'Duke' anyway?" I asked shyly, Duke smirked before explaining, "During our freshman year we had this assignment a sort of world history thing, one of the guys we were researching was this Duke of somewhere or other, I don't remember where, but, according to these assholes" he indicated some of his football buddies "I look a lot like the duke, it's just a stupid joke, but the name stuck".

I chuckled lightly as the guy's attention was drawn to something one of the other guys had said. I had a fairly standard morning and when lunchtime came I found myself sitting with the cheerleaders again and once again we were chatting about mostly inane stuff. I did mention that I was looking for some work, so that I had some spending money for Christmas, to which Chloe got a glazed look in her eyes. "Leave that to me" she had insisted before pulling her phone out and all but disappearing into her social media, by the time she came back to the real world, lunch was almost over.

Again, at the end of the day, Damien walked me home. "You know, you don't need to walk me home, every day, right?" I purred as we entered the park "I mean you're gonna have to walk all the way back just to get your bike" I reasoned; he just shook his head stiffly before stating, "It's fine, I enjoy walking with you, besides, it really helps with my street cred; that I'm hanging out with one of the hottest girls in the school".

I blushed furiously at the statement and began to argue the point, but Damien cut me off, "You do know that only some of the student body thought you were ever a guy before, right? And it was a really small percentage, mind" he grinned as he indicated with his hand. "Most thought you were just an obstinate tomboy and even then, some of the guys thought you were kind of cute. Now that you've gone all en femme" he shook his head disbelievingly "Well people have noticed, you don't want to know half of the things the guys have been saying in the locker room".

My curiosity got the better of me, so I stopped walking and asked, "Why, what have they been saying? And since when did the school's `bad boy' care about his street cred?" Damien stopped with an embarrassed smile as he murmured, "No seriously, you don't want to know what they've been saying" I frowned petulantly and demanded, "Tell me!" Damien actually hesitated before brushing his hand through his hair nervously and sighing, "Um, well, you know the sort of things guys say about attractive girls...like 'she can sit on my face' or 'I'd drill her so hard she'd be choking'. I blushed if possible, even deeper. "God, that's so vulgar" I tutted and began walking again. "Well, you demanded to know" Damien muttered defensively as he fell in step with me.

"Yeah, I suppose I did" I sighed morosely "Anyway, you didn't answer my other question; since when have you cared what others thought about you?" I demanded as I looked round at him accusingly. It was his turn to blush as he fumbled for a reply. "Well, I" he grunted. He trailed off and smiled weakly as we stopped outside my house. I frowned, he clearly thought that as we had finished our walk, that he would get away with not answering my question. "Nuh-uh," I purred as I turned to face the guy and wrapped my arms around his waist. "You ent going nowhere until you spill the beans" I insisted, causing him to smile nervously.

I felt giddy as he wrapped his arms around me. "If you really must know, I don't care what people think of me. I decided to make more of an effort so that you don't look bad in front of your new friends". I faltered as his words sunk in, I just then collated all the changes I had noticed in him that week. He had trimmed his hair so that; although it was still quite long, it was slicked back and tidy. He was also dressing smarter, still with his signature grunge look, but his shirts and cargo pants were newer and better quality and he had started wearing after-shave.

The combination of his natural musk and his clearly expensive aftershave made me feel giddy all over again. I pulled into the hug tighter and just inhaled his scent for a moment before stepping back. Damien eased his grip as I looked up into his eyes, I then rolled up onto my toes and kissed him on the cheek as I asked, "So, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" he looked a little dazed as he murmured, "Yeah, of course," I then smiled shyly as I turned and walked along the path towards my house. It did not skip my attention that the hall curtain twitched lightly.

When Thursday afternoon arrived, my stomach was in knots, the girls had cheer practice, so Damien had offered to sit with me after school while I waited for my mom to pick me up for my appointment, when she finally pulled up, I bid farewell to the dark-haired lad and jogged down the steps. I greeted Mom cheerfully as I climbed into the vehicle and we pulled away from the school. "So, that was Damien, huh?" Mom inquired, I frowned as I looked across at her. "You know well it is" I purred "Don't think I haven't noticed you peeping on us when he walks me home".

I saw my mom's ears turn pink as we pulled into traffic and began the drive through town toward Dr. Baxter's office. "So, are you nervous about your appointment?" she then asked, tactfully changing the subject. "Very, but I can't work out if it's a 'moving forward with my transition' nervous or a 'going someplace to meet somebody I don't know' nervous, you know?" I murmured; Mom nodded slightly as she responded, "You'll be ok lion, I'm with you every step of the way" She glanced over at me with that loving smile that only a mom can have and although my stomach was still doing flip-flops, I felt so much better knowing that she was going to be there with me.

When we arrived at the offices, Mom pulled us into a vacant parking space, we still had twenty minutes before my appointment, so we took our time gathering ourselves and exiting the car, once inside the building, Mom took charge. She asked for Dr. Baxter's office and after gaining brief instructions on how to navigate the almost maze like building, we began climbing the stairs to the upper floors.

We located Dr. Baxter's office and were greeted cheerfully by her assistant 'Nell' who invited us to take a seat in some really comfy armchairs just outside of the main office, Nell then picked up the phone on her desk and pressed a button on the handset three times. Mom and I made small talk as we waited and after maybe three or four minutes, one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, exited the office.

She was clearly Emily and Aaron's Mom; she had the same powerful green eyes and the same raven hair, though she carried herself in such an elegant way, I figured it would take several decades for Emily to inherit such seemingly effortless grace. She smiled kindly at the elderly gentleman she had been treating and they made menial talk as they booked him in for a follow-up session at some point in the future.

After the man had left, the woman turned her attention to me. "You must be Alexis? And Mrs. Evans?" she asked kindly as both Mom and I stood up to greet her. I nodded stiffly and managed to croak, "Yes ma'am" as she leaned forward to shake my hand. "I'm Doctor Elaine Baxter, please...we'll have none of the ma'am nonsense. Just call me Elaine" she insisted as she in turn shook Mom's hand. "Bridget" my mom smiled.

We then entered the office and the Doctor invited us to take a seat in some chairs that were just as comfy as the ones in her reception area. I was surprised that; although she had a desk, she didn't sit at it, instead she had a notebook computer that she rested on her lap as she took a seat opposite me. As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but smile as I noticed the family photos dotted among the certificates and accolades.

Obviously, most of the photos were of Emily and Aaron, usually hanging out with their friends, though there were some of them `posing', I was genuinely surprised to see the group photo that had been taken on the Saturday of my make-over on the wall behind the desk. There were also some photos of Doc with her kids as well as her with some other women who I assumed were her own friends.

The one thing that I noticed was missing though was any photos of Mr. Baxter, I did recall Emily making a cold comment about their dad being an asshole that had walked out on them when they were only young. I turned to face Elaine and blushed when I realized that she was just observing me as I was looking around her office. "I'm sorry" I murmured as I looked over at Mom, then at Elaine apologetically. "Oh, don't be sorry dear" Elaine insisted "The point of this first meeting is for us to get to know each other so that we can communicate the best way to treat you moving forwards. "I can already see that you're very inquisitive and you have an energy about you. I reckon you'll likely have realistic expectations of your treatments, which is a good start.

"All too often people expect to just jump into transition, but rarely is it that simple" I blushed slightly at the woman's blatant compliments. She smiled kindly at me before pressing on, "Now...as part of this assessment, I'm going to ask you a series of questions, some of them might feel a bit personal. Just remember; you don't have to answer them if you don't feel comfortable doing so. It just allows me to establish a baseline for your treatment.

Are you ok with that?". I nodded quickly, "Yes in." I caught myself as I made to say 'ma'am' and just continued to nod. Elaine smiled warmly as she began to ask her questions, they were fairly simple at first; how long had I felt like I was a girl? When was the first time that I'd dressed up? After maybe a few dozen questions, she stopped to reinforce any questions that I didn't want to answer or felt that I couldn't. I didn't have to.

It didn't take long for me to understand why she had reinforced the point, some of the questions as we progressed were quite embarrassing, to the point that I almost didn't answer a couple of them. For example, she asked, "Do you gain any kind of sexual arousal from dressing in girls' clothing?". I think I was more embarrassed that the question was asked of me in front of my mom than of the question itself.

I looked quickly over at my mom before I shook my head vehemently. "No, none" I insisted. Elaine looked at me and smiled softly as she explained, "I'm sorry, I know some of these questions can be a little invasive, but I have to determine that you are definitely Transgender before I can administer the treatment you need. "Some people come to the wrong conclusion that they are Trans when in actuality they might just be a cross-dresser or something else under the Trans umbrella, you understand?".

I nodded slowly as I smiled weakly, "It's ok, I get it" As I answered the questions, Elaine was busy typing into her notebook. Roughly forty minutes had passed when the Doc turned to address my mom, "So, how does Mom feel about the situation?". I turned to see Mom hesitate, she had been so wrapped up in listening to me answering the questions that she wasn't expecting to be part of the interrogation too. "Uh Oh well, A.J and I have discussed it a couple of times. I've admitted that I will miss my son of course, but I can't deny that my daughter; for the short time she has been around, has" She hesitated for a moment "Gee, how do I put this?". Elaine looked at my mom sympathetically and murmured, "Just take your time, say what you feel".

Mom just nodded slowly, then with a sigh she continued, "Well, Alexander was very much a private person. He would get home from school and just hang out in his room playing his video games" She looked around at me quickly whilst gushing "Not that there's anything particularly wrong with that. But Alexis.," Mom smiled at me with pride whilst reaching out and brushing some stray hair behind my ear "she'll bounce into the kitchen when she gets home from school and then as she's helping me prepare dinner, she'll tell me all about how her friends are getting on.

"she'll tell me the who's who of the dating scene or the latest prank that the boys on the football team are pulling on each other. She has a lust for life that she never had before". I felt tears forming as my mom went quiet for a moment. "It's sometimes hard to really feel a loss when I've already gained so much..." I heard her choking up slightly. I leaned over and clasped her hand gently; she squeezed my hand a couple of times as Elaine continued to ask her questions. Eventually, with about ten minutes left of our session the Therapist began asking me questions about my friends, I smiled brightly as I explained about the group photo.

With a mild look of surprise, Elaine put her notebook on the table beside her chair and climbed to her feet. Both Mom and I followed her over to the photo and we all three just stood looking at it for a couple of minutes. "You look absolutely beautiful" Mom gushed. "I should" I grumbled "The girls spent nearly three hours torturing me" I giggled causing Elaine to chuckle, "I thought you seemed familiar when I first saw you" she admitted "Emily couldn't stop gushing about how much fun the girls had with that Saturday" she had a thoughtful expression as she continued "I did think it was unusual, I'm normally introduced to the new girl before receiving updated photos, but Em seemed a little hesitant to talk about it, just said it was 'complicated'.

I guess she didn't want to talk about your situation without your input" The doctor smiled kindly, making me blush furiously. "I'm grateful for that" I murmured "All of the girls are super supportive, especially Emily. She's such a caring person, yet she's her own woman and she's certainly not afraid to let people know that. I think I can learn a lot from her" I grinned, causing Elaine to smile with pride. We continued chaffing about my interactions with the girls.

I then sighed with relief as; just as we broached the subject of Damien Lynch, the phone on the desk beeped three times signaling the arrival of the Doc's next client. "Well, seems like time's up for today. Maybe we can chat about Damien next time?" Elaine smiled slyly.

I blushed yet again as we walked towards the door. "Although it's still early into our sessions, it seems that transition turning is definitely the right move for you, Alex, and if everything goes accordingly over our next few appointments, I can comfortably put you forward for hormone replacement therapy. It'll be the next big step in your transition, how does that sound?". I felt giddy at the woman's words and barely garbled a 'thank you' as we stepped out of the office. I couldn't shift the smile from my face as Mom and the Doc were busy chatting like old Mends as we booked in for two weeks' time for another appointment.