So the opening-up, the coming-out, or whatever you want to call it; the truth is probably the right term.
The school admin went into panic mode for a while, then they began to preen themselves because they thought that they were so 'with it', so modern and 'politically correct' supporting a transgender girl student.
My mates, of course, were fabulous. At school, I received very little teasing. I suppose it was pretty risky business to attack a member of the group of girls who were the cleverest and, in my opinion, the most attractive, in their year. Besides, the other kids already knew me as Babs; there just didn't seem to be any real change.
I went through all the proper transition procedures, and frankly enjoyed it thoroughly as my body slowly transformed into that of the teenage girl I wanted to be. We managed the costs reasonably well because economic conditions had finally improved and Mum had got herself a full-time job.
I elected not to proceed with the final gender reassignment surgery; not just because of the high costs involved, but for other reasons - let's call them future expectations.
The years have passed and I'm married now. My partner and I have completed our university degrees and are professional architects. We have our own practice.
We also have two children; both clever little blighters.
Oh, these days, Cher's wife is called Barbara; however, at home, Cher still likes to call me Babs. I like it too.
We do have a good relationship.
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Babs
Short StoryA story of a boy-to-girl transition brought about by hard times and betrayal. But there is an emergence from the struggles, amelioration and ultimately contentment. This story has some similarities to one of my others, but it is different enough to...
