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I was able to exchange phone numbers with Kyle during class, and he told me he would text me after school to hang out because there was a few things he needed to get done. I was told to go straight home after school, but I wanted to be there for Kyle. And... I was very curious to hear whatever he wanted to tell me.

But I had to stop lying to my parents. I got away with a few things (for now) but the dishonesty has to stop somewhere, before it gets out of hand. So I told my mom the truth. That Kyle was out of the hospital, and he was well. I also asked if I could go see him. To my unanticipated surpirse, she said yes. My father was a little hesitant. But he finally said yes, as well. He teased me about "becoming" heterosexual. That joke is so stale.

I was finishing up a history assignment, though most of it was staring off into space, when my phone buzzed. It was Kyle, letting me know he was free. He told me to just go to his house, if I remember where it was. I was a little hesitant, but I agreed.

My dad told me I had to drive his truck, because my car was off-limits. I don't know why, but I followed his orders without question. It was harder to judge distance in this thing, but I managed to make my way to Kyle's house. I passed by Olivia's house on the way, silently cursing her as I glared at her bedroom window. Truthfully, she's been texting me all day, but I've been ignoring her. I need a day or two to talk to her again. She probably knows that I know about what she tried to pull. I'm honestly a little scared to look at the texts she sent.

I parked near Kyle's house, and I noticed there weren't any cars in the driveaway. Home alone? I had mixed feelings about this. His dad intimidated me, so I was a little relieved. But at the same time, I've never been completely alone with Kyle before.

I hopped out of the truck, shutting the door, and approached the front door. I placed a nervous hand on the door knob, but I knocked, just in case.

A tall, attractive girl, closely resembling Kyle answered. She peeked from behind the door, making eye contact with me. Nervously, she straightened out, and gave me a wide smile. I smiled back. Before I could open my mouth to ask if Kyle was there, she spoke. But it wasn't a voice I was expecting. "So... What do you think?" The girl said, in Kyle's voice, flipping her long dark locks out of her face. My jaw dropped.

That is Kyle!

He looked amazing. I stammered a little, a light blush rose to my face. His outfit cordination was so perfect, too; it was a pull over sweater with the sleeves rolled up, and a black skater skirt with black tights. As I stood there gaping, he rolled his eyes and took my wrist, pulling me inside, shutting the door. I gulped, looking around at his house. It was a little messy in the living room; just a few cups left on a coffee table, but overall well kept. I looked to Kyle, who was nervously patting his neatly styled wig.

"What's um... What's all this about?" I managed to speak, with a short chuckle.

"Well, I feel like I can trust you. Not very many people know about this but... I-I'm transgender. I'm hoping to transition when I'm 18, but I am a girl." He... No. She said. I felt bad for misgendering him, even though I wasn't aware.

"You don't have to apologize for calling me a 'he' or whatever. I have to dress like a boy, anyway, so it's easy to mistake." She said, reading my slightly pained face. Her's reflected the same. She never once looked up at me, until her next string of words.

"But if you don't like it, I don't care. I was nervous to tell you, but I decided I shouldn't hide this from the people I care about," she said, finally looking me in the eye. Her eyes were a brilliant black, that shone a hint of amber when reflected on light. The confident look she gave me almost took my breath away. Kyle was so beautiful. I couldn't help but to feel slightly attracted to this now-revealed girl standing before me.

Don't get me wrong; all of this was surprising. But I am educated about these things. And after seeing her in this ensemble, and despite her slightly toned arms, it would be hard to think otherwise. She also had darker and longer arm and leg hair, but I've been trying not to associate that with gender. She looked positively feminine even with the cutely placed patches of hair in my opinion.

After a moment of brief shock, I took a step towards her, and took her hand, rubbing my thumb over her wrist for comfort, I smiled up at her reassuringly. "You're perfect just the way you are, Kyle." I said, giving her my unconditional approval.

"Oh... Can you call me Skye? But only when we're not at school. I'm Kyle at school." She laughed.

"Oh, sorry. You're perfect just the way you are, Skye," I repeated with a laugh, taking my hand away.

Skye beckoned me into the living room, as we sat down on the couch. "So, you wanna watch some TV? Or play some games?" She asked, striding over to the TV and switching it on. Picking up the TV remote, she lingered over by the gaming platform, awaiting my answer.

"What multiplier games do you have?" I asked. Skye's eyes lit up as she rummaged through a bin of game cases.

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After kicking eachother's asses in intense gameplay for a few hours, I heard the front door open briefly, and then shut again. A slender woman came in, greeting us. She double-taked when she saw Skye, and let out a sigh. "I keep forgetting about your thing, Kyle," She said.

I cringed, looking over at Skye. She had a blank expression on her face, clearly annoyed and ignoring the comment. I wondered if she was used to these snarky comments from her parents, and I wondered if she was ever abused.

"Who is this?" The woman asked politely. Skye paused the game, and looked up. "Oh, this is Alison. Alison, this is my mom." I nodded to her, giving her a polite smile. The woman had dark hazel eyes just like Skye, and black, curly hair tied up in a sleek pony tail. She had dimples when she returned my smile.

"Nice to meet you," I said, standing up and sticking out my hand. She took it, grasping it gently. "You, too, Alison. Don't call me Mrs. Quinn, I feel so old! Call me Marcela," She said with a giggle. "Are you staying over for dinner?"

Before I could reply, Skye jumped in exictedly. "Can she?" To which her mother nodded, and disappeared into the kitchen. I checked the time on my phone with an uncertain expression. I sent my mom a text just in case, as Skye and I returned to our game.

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A/N: I'd like to thank those of you who wanted me to continue this story! It inspired me, even if it was just a few of you. I loved where this was going. Enjoy the rest, and I'll try to update frequently!