Switching Roles

Chapter 1: The beginning.

"Devin wake up it's time for school, you can't be late on your first day baby" my mom said while shaking me lightly. It was my first day of high school and I wasn't ready to enter new stepping grounds. "Alright mom I'm getting up, can I please have five more minutes?" I replied only half awaken, "okay but I'm not coming up here again or I'm leaving your ass and you'll catch the bus to school" she said in a humorous yet serious tone.

I didn't want to go though, I knew I would be called gay but that really didn't bother me. When I was younger, my mom always said being the person I was, wasn't going to be easy but I should never let words hurt me and ever since then I lived by that saying. "Words shouldn't hurt me" I repeated to myself in the bathroom mirror as I brushed my pearly white teeth. I pulled my thick black hair into a ponytail that stopped right at my shoulders. Hair was one trait me and my mother both shared.

My mom was a Latino immigrant, she came to America on a track scholarship which she later lost due to a bad injury. She never understood why her coach wouldn't let her finish the last year she had till she graduated. That's where she met my father, I didn't know much about him but she always said he was a handsome man. I guess that where I got my pretty green eyes from because my mom just had plain brown ones.

Heading out the house to the car where my mom patiently waited, I opened the car door. "Are you ready for your first day baby?" She asked with an annoying yet beautiful smile plastered across her face. "Not really but I don't really have a choice now do I?" I asked causing her to playfully chuckle, "No Dev, but how does ice cream sound after school?" She replied causing me to smile widely. I nodded and smirked "Is that a way of blackmailing me to go to school happily misses? If so then you succeeded" I replied causing her to playfully nudge me in the arm.

Pulling up to school caused my anxiety to shoot up to ten. I knew kids would instantly judge me because of my ponytail & feminine fashion taste as well as my personality. I wore a pair of light blue denim jeans that hugged me fittingly, with a white oversized knit shirt, a cheetah print scarf that matched my low top loafers & brown Michael Kors shoulder bag that I had gotten for my birthday from my mom. I knew I was cute & the straight guys would be intimidated because of my undeniable flawless feminine features. I knew my presence would intimidate people but I didn't care. I am a strong person & words couldn't hurt me. "Remember what I said baby, you are special and people are going to say things and not agree with the way you present yourself in but don't let it bother you" she said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I know but it's my first day of high school mom and I really hope I can at least make a few friends" I replied with a sadden expression plastered across my face. "Don't worry baby you will, just keep your head up and don't let people run over you or they'll think it's okay to belittle you, stand up for yourself and be the little diva I know you to be when your at home baby, okay?" she replied causing us both to laugh, "Okay mom I love you, thanks for supporting me and always making me feel better about myself" I said with a smile looking from the window back to her. "That's what mothers are for Dev, now hurry up and get out before we both are late bighead" she said with a light chuckle, "wow mom what a way to ruin the moment" I responded. "Oh hush, hurry up or we won't be getting any ice cream after school" she replied. I chuckled and kissed her cheek before exiting the car.
My mom had always been supportive of me. She said she always knew I was going to be a special kid from the moment I picked up the very first doll I ever played with at the age of 3. She told me from that moment, she knew I was a girl at heart. My mom had always been accepting of my transition, although I wasn't or hormone replacement therapy yet, I was transitioning emotionally and spiritually.

Exiting the car, I made my way up to the steps of Nordstrom HighSchool. Nordstrom High was located on the north side of upper Dallas. It wasn't a ghetto school but it was very diverse and urban. Although it was a private school, I deserved to be here. I had an outstanding GPA. A 4.0 to be exact, one of the reasons I chose this school was because of the fact they had career paths and creativity courses such as modeling, fashion, dance, musical theatre and so much more. My creativity course was fashion. I loved fashion and always dreamt of being the next Coco Chanel. One day I was going to have the largest fashion empire of the world, I knew I had a successful career of head of me. No one could tell me otherwise or deny my talent.